Returning from a dangerous confrontation in the South Pacific, Supergirl decides to visit her cousin Kal-el (a.k.a. Superman) in Metropolis. Landing on the roof of his apartment building, the Maid of Might pulls a wrinkle-free white blouse and red pants suit from a secret compartment on her cape and slips into the guise of Linda Lee Danvers, cousin of ace Global Network News talking head, Clark Kent. After tucking her cape and red skirt into the waistband of the trousers and buttoning her blouse, she secures the belt and runs a comb (specially designed for her by Star Labs) through her hair (turning it mousy brown) and heads down to Kent's apartment.
"Hi, Clark!" Linda says, as a tall, well-built man opens the door to his apartment. "Mind if I visit a bit?" Clark is dressed casually in gray sweats and workout shoes with, appropriately, a SWOOSH on them.
She enters the apartment and after a quick hug and the provision by Clark of some white wine, two of the most powerful beings on the planet relax and put their feet on his coffee table. Clark observes that for once, her clothing matches her red boots. "Yeah, well, it's just that I didn't have any compressible shoes in my cape," she replies - actually, they fell out of her cape during her battle with Mal-dur in the South Pacific.
"The reason I'm here Clark is to find out how the MixMaster was able to capture you. I feel responsible for her actions - she's escaped me twice, now (actually, it's more like I escaped her twice). I think I should hunt her down, but I want to know more about her. I know she uses advanced technologies - chemicals, electronics, even mechanical devices, but I want to know more about how she fights. So how did she capture you?"
Clark sheepishly runs a finger through the collar of his sweatshirt, then puts his wine on the table. "Well, ah, I'm a bit embarassed to admit ... I was ... trapped, caught by surprise."
"ANYthing you tell me," Linda cuts in, "might help me if I meet her again!"
"I don't know, Linda," he replies, "she's extremely intelligent, creative, and most definitely dangerous. Why don't you see if you can find her. Then let the Justice League go after her. I think a team of heroes are more likely to succeed where we, working alone, have failed."
"Look, if you're ashamed that you were caught by a woman ..."
"You know it's not that! I'm just, well, I was suckered. I also have very unsettling dreams about her ... and about you and me ... when she made me ... well, rape you."
"Nothing happened, Kal!" she says, using his Kryptonian surname and leaning forward to pat his knee, "it wasn't your fault, and in a way, it was a good thing. I got away from her and the police arrived to help you! Now, are you going to tell me?"
"Okay, okay, kiddo! Rao protect us from whining, nagging women!" Clark says as he ducks a pillow flying at his head.
I got word from one of my, er, Clark Kent's snitches a few weeks ago that someone in Dallas was recruiting mercenaries for some BIG operation. I flew down there early on the 16th and talked with local police, FBI people, and the local office of the Super Heroes Foundation. Nothing. No one had any ideas what I might find. At the SH Foundation, the director, a guy named Kelso, said he would assign one of his people to help me, someone named NightOwl. I met the woman briefly in the offices of the Foundation and she said she had to take care of some business with her daughter but would meet me that night, after dark, over Texas Stadium." "That's the woman who captured me!" Linda says, leaning forward in her chair. "She was working with MixMaster!"
Superman continues his story:
I found that out later, myself, Linda. I have a pretty good idea who she called! Well, I spent the afternoon circling the Dallas metro area, using my super vision, looking for anything that might suggest a gathering place for a large number of men. The place would probably be the location of the mercenaries. I had a disguise in my cape - I planned to join them. As the sun set, I flew toward Texas Stadium to connect with NightOwl. Just before I reached it, my super hearing heard a woman's screams. Behind a small abandoned strip mall some men were attacking a woman. She was on her back, bent across a small metal box, like an outside air conditioning unit. One guy was pulling her arms, the other was fiddling with her skirt and trying to hold her legs down. She was screaming and sobbing. Naturally, I flew down to help her. Looked like two big guys versus one smallish woman. I quietly landed behind the guys and said, "I don't think the lady wants to play with you gentlemen!" "Ah, fuck off, boy scout!" the tall black guy said, releasing the woman's arms. She flopped down to the ground beside the metal box. The black guy came around it and picked up a twenty pound sledge hammer. The white guy had released her skirt and turned to face me. He picked a crow bar off the ground. "You don't really expect to stop me with THOSE?" I asked, taking a step toward the two. "I've seen balls before, but you guys ..." Suddenly, one wall of the metal box fell forward, exposing a small cannon-like thing. I saw the woman looking at me, pulling something from her skirt, and laughing. Before I could think of anything, the cannon fired a ... a gel-like substance at me. Green. It splotched across my chest, down my front, just covering me. My shirt and my trunks were covered with the green gel! Some had even splashed on my face. Well, the effect was immediate. I dropped to my knees, my eyes started to unfocus. Green Kryptonite. Not as strong as usual - but I was still very weak, but not in much pain. You said later it was a synthetic batch she made in Boston, remember? The shock knocked the wind out of my sails. As I tried to muster the strength to rise, I saw why those guys had selected those weapons. First the white guy swung the crow bar like a baseball bat, right into my chin. Naturally, he dropped it as soon as it hit my jaw. As he held his hands, moaning, the black guy brought the sledge in an arc over his head and slammed it right on top of my head. Linda, I fell down on my hands and knees, unable to see clearly or even think. The black guy hit me again and I was flat on my belly, struggling to remain conscious. Next thing I know, they're swarming over me, tying me with steel motorcycle cables - the kind that lock up bikes? My elbows and wrists were bound together, then my thighs, knees and ankles. Then they pulled my legs backward, bowing me (and I'm here to tell you, that was pretty painful in my weakened state!). I moaned, asked them what they were doing, but they just kept working on me. Periodically, the black guy would swing his sledge, hitting the back of my head. Kept me off balance, unable to concentrate. I made a few potholes in the alley ... with my FACE! Well, the green K on the front of my costume didn't help, either! After they hog-tied me, I guess I lost finally blacked out. Next thing I recall, I'm on some steel T-frame in a room somewhere. I notice that most of the green K gel is off my costume, but there's enough left that I can't break free. X-ray vision was too weak to burn the chains holding me. I was left alone, IGNORED! In a darkened room someplace. Once or twice this figure, woman in a dark gray body suit and helmet would come into the room, check the chains, look at my face, take my pulse, check some kind of panel on the wall beside me. Then she'd leave. Maybe a week or ten days after I'd been captured, the woman, who you call the MixMaster, started playing with me. First time, she came into the room, set up a video camera and turned it on. Then she unbuckled my belt, pulled down my shorts and tights to my knees, and proceeded to play with ... well, uh, you know ... "Great RAO! How that must have humiliated you!" Linda says, commiserating with her cousin.
There wasn't anything I could do. I struggled, but after a few minutes I had an erection that kept growing and growing. As it grew, she squealed and clapped her hands. At one point, she removed her helmet and I saw it was the woman I had tried to save! Well, she played her tongue down the length of my penis and sucked on the end, ran her tongue across my balls, even pulled them inside her mouth to suck and chew. I couldn't help myself - it was turning me on even though the green K was sapping my strength. I guess my eyes closed. Suddenly that ... that ... BITCH had backed away, grabbed a twenty-pound sledge at the base of the T-frame holding me, and swung that thing with ... with INCREDIBLE strength ... "I think her costume, or some drugs she took, gives her greatly enhanced strength," Linda interjects, starting to fidget in her chair as she listens to her cousin's ordeal. The thought of him being bound and tortured both sickens and arouses her..
Right, well, anyway, she swung that hammer and it hit the end of my ... er, penis. Linda, the pain caused me to almost black out. I've NEVER had anyone hit me and cause so much pain. I screamed and shook the T-frame and MixMaster just stepped back and laughed. There was no reason for her to hit me, Linda. It was like she just had a random thought and followed through on it. Or just a sadistic streak - arouse him then smash him. Anyway, then she hit me again. This time in the balls. Some time later I awoke to see the woman had connected an electronic milking machine to my penis. I was flaccid ... well, more or less, but as the machine hummed and sucked, I started to get an erection again. You have to understand, by this time, the long exposure to that synthetic green Kryptonite had really weakened me, had really eroded my invulnerability and my ability to control my body. And I could see that my hands and legs were becoming slightly greenish. First stage of Kryptonite poisoning. The machine continued to hum and suck, hummmmm and suuucckkk! Finally, I couldn't take it any longer, my penis had swollen to its nearly full size, except the part trapped within the mental female part of the milking device. Suddenly, the metal tube around the end of my penis exploded, ending THAT bit of torment. She was irate when she came into the room some time later. "You big blue piece of SHIT!" she screamed at me, hitting my body with her enhanced fists. I could feel blood trickling from my lip ... I'd bit it when she landed one powerful blow on my chin. Of course she paid special attention to hitting my balls and penis. "I expected you to FILL that jug!" she continued, pointing at the gallon jug connected to the milking machine. "I WANT your super sperm!" "You ... nnngghhh ... won't get a-any ... that way," I replied. I was barely able to stay conscious at this point. I guess I was mostly running on my instincts, rather than anything rational, or I wouldn't have goaded the woman. After standing in front of me, shaking with ... rage? she again tried sucking and fondling me, running her hands across my abs, down the outsides of my thighs, back up the inside, dragging her nails. She sucked and even bit my penis ... I REALLY don't like telling you this part ... "Hmmm? Oh, please, Kal, don't leave any ... um, thing out! Don't ... ah, worry ... about me," Linda says, wetting her ruby lips with her tongue and feeling a bit of sweat forming here and there on her super body.
Well, that's about it. I don't know how long I was down there - you said at least 12 days? She tried maybe half a dozen different machines and several women came by, in shifts, to suck or fondle me. Two tried to get onto my penis but it was just too wide for them. End result, nothing but a few drops of jism, no ejaculation. I told her it was because of the green K. "Remove all of it and I might help you," I said. Heheheh. She beat me pretty good for that one - I passed out after she used a jack hammer to try to break my knee cap. "Linda, only the Punster is as insane as that woman. I mean it when I say you should avoid her and let the Justice League tackle her."
Some time later, she brought you in. She probably assumed that YOUR vagina could hold my super penis, and might be able to get me to ejaculate. She just didn't realize that it would come out of me at several hundred miles an hour in a stream. Probably the only way you could have stayed on me is if you used your flying power to counter-act the, uh, force of my ejaculation. "That's about it," he concludes, sipping his wine. "Just a simple trap, then a very long time in Hell as she tried to get my sperm. Or beat on me when she didn't get what she wanted. Any idea why she wanted my sperm?"
"No, not now, but I'll get back to you if I think of anything. I wonder if she got any after you launched me through the roof?"
"Who knows, I was out of it by then, barely conscious. I know I passed out when I ejaculated.
"Hope this helps!" Superman says escorting his cousin out the door. Seconds later, she's back on the roof of his apartment. A few seconds after that, with the Linda Danvers outfit back inside her cape, the Girl of Steel is once again airborne and flying toward her home in Leesburg, Virginia. She had moved there a year ago and taken a job at a local newspaper as a reporter. It didn't pay much, but she didn't need much.
Later that day Supergirl checks her voice mail and finds that FBI Agent Mark King, the top FBI man in Metropolis, wants to meet with her and Superman, urgently. Kara calls her cousin and they agree to meet with King in the morning. Neither knows what King wants, or why he needs both, but they would soon find out.
That night, as Linda Danvers catches up on world events by watching the Global News Network, one of the talking heads, Fox Sturmer, says he has a special message for Supergirl. Linda perks up and pays more attention to the screen. Below Fox's face, a message flashes on screen, flickering at the speed of the camera and visible at a wave length requiring special equipment or super vision to see.
"Supergirl, if you read this, please help me! Only a woman has the sensitivity to understand my delicate situation and only you have the power to help. Please call me as soon as possible!" A phone number appears on the bottom of the screen.
"Well, that's certainly an original way to get my attention!" Linda muses as the message stops and Fox Sturmer resumes reading the world news. "Hmm. The 817 area code means it's a Texas number."
Seconds later, a short blond woman in a familiar red, blue and yellow costume flies out of the window of Linda Danvers's apartment toward the southwest. Seconds later, she arrives in Waxahachie, Texas and at a service station just off interstate highway I-35E she startles patrons by landing and calling the phone number from a pay phone. Just so no one traces the call back to her home in Leesburg.
"Hello!" the Girl of Steel says when a young woman answers the phone. "This is Supergirl. Why do you need MY help?"
"S-Supergirl, thank GOD you've called!" the woman says, starting to cry into the phone, "my ... my husband and two sons are ... oh, I can't explain on the phone! If you don't help ..."
"Please, calm down!" Supergirl replies, "maybe I should meet you someplace ...?"
"Oh, WOULD you?" the woman answers, sounding relieved. "I ... I'm going out of my MIND with fear. They ... they're ... OHH!!"
"Are you all right!" the heroine asks, when the woman suddenly cuts off. Seconds pass, then a full minute.
"I ... I'm back, Supergirl," the tremulous voice on the other end says. "Can you come to my house? It's a large old home built in the late 1800s, a ranch owner's house. Where are you? Okay, go south about 30 miles, then west, then north on FM 2618 - that's a Farm to Market road down here. I'm in the first house on the right, okay? I'll put on a light at the barn door and meet you out there. And please, be quiet ... ohh, noooo!! ..."
The line buzzes ... dead.
Supergirl quickly places the phone back on its hook and leaps into the air, flying rapidly southward, then west. She scans signposts at each intersection until she locates the right FM road, then banks right. THERE! She spots the barn, with a flood light over the front door. "Better land in those trees and find a back door to the barn!" she reasons, and lands lightly on the ground some twenty feet behind the barn, in the shadows of mesquite bushes and cottonwood trees. She scans the area around the barn but sees no one. Two men ... no, three are inside the house.
The Maid of Might suddenly gasps and puts a hand across her mouth when she sees a young woman, maybe even a teenager, hanging upside down in the barn! Her feet are shackled to chains running up and over a wooden cross tie over the central bay of the barn. The woman's head is maybe four feet off the ground. Supergirl immediately rushes the back door of the barn and is inside in seconds, helping the woman get unbound. She holds the woman up and burns the chains off the woman's leg with X-ray vision. In seconds, the woman is lying on the floor, supported by one of the kneeling heroine's arms behind the woman's back. "My God, what's going on here!" the heroine asks, concern for the woman's situation shown in her face.
"Why, the first seminar in MixMaster's College of Criminal Arts and Sciences!" an ominous voice says from a speaker hanging on one wall.
Supergirl starts, then looks toward the front door of the barn when the young woman lying in her arms rolls away from the Maid of Might. Suddenly there is a loud POP above the heroine ... when she looks up she sees a net plunging downward, opening. In seconds, she's covered in a large net. The cross sections were dusted with a small coating of MixMaster's synthetic green Kryptonite. The ends of the net are weighted. As it settles over the top of the kneeling heroine, she falls backward and lands on her buttocks. Her legs are splayed straight out in front of her and her arms are behind her back, palms on the floor of the barn, holding her upright.
"Nnnhh ... nnOO!" she moans, "k-k-Krypton ... ite trap ... m-must get ... up!" The stricken Maid of Might gasps, trying to rise.
Suddenly, the young woman reaches for a horse yoke - the kind of thick, black heavy harness used to connect a workhorse to a plow or cart - takes it off a post and drops it over Supergirl's head, shoving it down past her shoulders and down her side to just below her breasts, pinning the blonde's arms to her sides. As the weakened heroine struggles to get the heavy harness off her, the young woman uses the time to grab a length of rope. She quickly and expertly manages to tie Supergirl's ankles together, running the rope around the net and the heroine's boots, binding the Kryptonite-embedded net to the heroine's boots and bare legs. The young woman threads one end of the rope through a pulley and pulls on it, raising the heroine off the floor and upside down.
As Supergirl dangles upside down from the central beam in the barn, the young woman quickly uses more short lengths of rope to secure the net to Supergirl's body - one strand of rope goes around her trim little waist, pinning her arms behind her back as well, and a second is tied around Supergirl's neck.
"Why ... are you ... urrk!" Supergirl asks, choking when the girl tightens the rope, pinning the net against her neck and face, "unh ... why are you ... mmmnnn .... d-doing this to me?" The trussed heroine is now completely helpless, swinging slightly as she hangs from the beam. Whereever the green-K on the net touches the heroine's bare skin, her skin feels like it is on fire. The younger woman steps back, puts her hands on her hips and thrusts out her breasts, exhultant at her victory.
"You're my first school project" the woman replies. Then she steps closer to the Maid of Might and says, under her breath, "and it's for what you did to my mom!"
Supergirl tries to decipher this last comment when suddenly the barn door opens and four figures entered - the MixMaster and three men. Make that TWO men and some kind of large lizard-man. "Hello again, Super-Pest!" MixMaster says, striding jauntily across the straw-covered floor of the barn. "You are SOOOOO stupid sometimes, I'm amazed you can even dress yourself in the morning, STUPID-girl!"
Dr. Allie Collins, the MixMaster, can take any group of ideas or tools and combine them into her own unique killer application. She wears as her costume a super soldier body suit. The costume utilizes the best research products of America's defense-related labs, stolen from scientists and R&D firms before the products reach the military. Her gray full-body suit is made of special fabrics packed with unique, one-of-a-kind capabilities and hugs every curve on her remarkably fit and athletic-looking body. She has a large belt with several pouches on it and a small back pack. A special helmet covering her whole face sports a shiny reflective face guard. Spike-heel knee-high boots and gloves made like her body suit complete the outfit. Her super suit gives her sophisticated sensors, invisibility on the infrared and electromagnetic parts of the spectrum, and a variety of unique weapons. Her regular workouts and frequent use of experimental drugs have given her strength and reflexes far beyond those of other humans. She IS a self made woman!
"nnNNNGGHH ... l-let me down ... I ... " Supergirl gasps as MixMaster approaches.
"You'll do NOTHING!" the villainess taunts. "Just as I knew you'd come to check out that message, I also knew you would tell no one else about it. So you will just disappear, little girl." As she laughes, MixMaster steps up to the netted Maid of Might and puts one hand behind her head. MixMaster then smashes her other fist into Supergirl's face, once, twice, three times.
"Aaooowww! Th-that HURTS!" Supergirl gasps as the blows hammer her beautiful face. "Nnnh ... need time ... got to ... " she thinks to herself, feverishly trying to find a way to escape this new trap.
"Super-slut, meet Snapper," MixMaster continues. The villainess is ecstatic! For the third time, she's rendered the mighty heroine helpless! MixMaster places one hand behind Supergirl's head and the other hand reaches through the net to squeeze and caress one of Supergirl's breasts. MixMaster's hand slides around the blue-covered mounds on Supergirl's chest, then drags a finger across a nipple starting to push out the alien fabric.
"Nnnh! Stop ... PAWING me!" Supergirl moans, helpless and unable to even push MixMaster's hands away. Suddenly the gigantic Lizard-man approaches Supergirl - it's seven feet tall, its tail maybe a foot long, and has hands the size of serving platters. "Noooo!" she moans, unable to muster enough heat vision to slow the beast. She can't concentrate with MixMaster lovingly caressing her breast!
Snapper stops a foot from the hanging heroine and reaches its arms around her slim waist. MixMaster carefully removes her hand from Supergirl's boob and steps backward. Slowly, then with ever-increasing pressure, the beast begins to bear-hug the Girl of Tomorrow. At first she resists easily, but as the thing continues to squeeze she suddenly feels pain - the green K has already weakened her super body too much!
"NnnnnGGGGHHH AAAIIIIII!!" Supergirl cries as the beast's incredible pressure just increases and increases and the bear-hug seems like it will crush her body. Just as she starts to see spots before her eyes and can barely draw a breath, the beast releases her and she swings slightly as she settles back to her original position.
"My next student calls himself MegaWatt. Show her your special skill."
MegaWatt is a short fat man, face badly scarred by acne, maybe twenty years old, dressed in baggy sweats and wearing a cheezy mask across his eyes. He approaches the Maid of Might and places his hands on her chest under her breasts. Before the woman can protest this new affront, a massive electrical charge flows from his hands into her breasts. So powerful is the blast her body bends backward and her wail literally blows straw across the floor of the barn. Her body swings backward two or three feet, then returns to his touch. A second powerful blast and the woman again is thrown backward, screaming from the pain.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAA!! P-puh-please! No ... no more! Please!" Supergirl begs as her body again sags back toward MegaWatt's hands. The net around her breasts has burned away and her pert size 38C boobs stick through the hole. There are black smudges on her costume where his hands had touched her breasts. Under the blue fabric of the leotard-like top of her costume, her breasts feel as if they had been squished flat, then fried on a stove. The Girl of Steel gasps and moans, desperate to use her hands to massage her breasts to ease some of this pain.
"Oh, I'm sorry," MixMaster says, trying to sound apologetic. "But we can't stop until you've met ALL of my students! Mr. Finn, would you care to show your talents to our guest?"
"Sure 'n I'm glad tah do so, darlin'," a short man in a pre-twentieth century green suit and green top hat says. He has a small clay pipe dangling upside down from one corner of his mouth. Mutton-chop whiskers on either side of his face give him almost a comical look. He's carrying a gnarled wooden walking stick. And the man can't be more than four feet tall!
"G'day to yah, lassie," the man says as he approaches the captive costumed cutie. "D'yer see me stick here then darlin'? T'is no jest a stick. T'is a SNAKE! An' it's loaded with venom that will set yer body on fire!" and suddenly Supergirl sees the stick blur, then change into a coiled asp. The helpless woman watches the snake as it sways and approaches; she is unable to react. Suddenly the thing shoots forward and bites her breast! Impossibly, the snake's fangs seem to cut through her indestructible costume into the soft fleshy mound underneath.
"AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIII!! TTTAAAKKKEEE IIIIITTTT OOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!" Supergirl screams, twisting violently, trying to shake the snake loose. Her resistence is useless as the viper just bites her all the more viciously. Sobbing, Supergirl finally stops twisting and fighting and just moans as she feels the snake's poison burning through her tit and into her chest. Her breath comes in short pants, her eyes close and she gasps for air as her chest seems to constrict like a walnut in a nutcracker.
Suddenly, the pain and burning and constriction fade away. Slowly the Girl of Steel opens her eyes and sees Mr. Finn standing before her, leaning on his walking stick, and laughing at her. He turns his head toward MixMaster and says, "Never let it be said that Mr. L. Finn o' County Mayo can't pull his own load!"
"Nnnhh. L. Finn. Elfin. A ... mmnn ... a Leprecaun?!" Supergirl suddenly wonders. He must have used some kind of magic on her!
"Well, that's enough for tonight. We'll see you in the morning. Misty, be sure she's secured before you come back to the house. Come along, friends, and let's get ready for tomorrow!" MixMaster says, leading the lizard man and the other two away from the barn. Misty approaches Supergirl and takes her pulse, looks in her eyes, and checks the power of the ropes binding the Maid of Might.
"Why are you ...? What ... what did you mean ...?" Supergirl starts to ask when Misty suddenly puts two pieces of lead over Supergirl's eyes and uses duct tape to hold them in place.
"You'll get your answers in the morning, bitch!" the young woman says, walking away from the helpless heroine.
Some time later Supergirl feels someone lower her to the ground. She can feel the ropes around her ankles being removed. Next she feels the netting pulled away from her legs and waist. As she wonders whether she's going to be freed from her restraints, strong hands unbuckle her skirt and pull it and her panties off the Maid of Might.
"Hey! Who ... WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" Supergirl yells at her unseen molester. Suddenly the rope around her waist is removed and her arms are freed. More of the Kryptonite-impregnated net is pulled away from her body. She feels some strength returning to her arms. Strong hands in her armpits lift the heroine to her feet and as she sways, still too weak to stand on her own, strong hands remove the rope around her neck and the net is taken completely off her body. Two hands still hold each of her arms and she is unable to muster the strength to free herself, much less fight back. Suddenly she feels the top of her costume and her cape being pulled down over her shoulders, past her milky white breasts, past her waist. Someone very strong has managed to stretch the alien fabric until the neckline expands wide enough to pass down her body!
"Pl-please! Stop this! You ... you can't do this to me! I'm ... Supergirl!" the blinded heroine gasps, ashamed as thrills run through her body from the feeling of her costume sliding down her body, the sensual pleasure of feeling the gloves of her tormenter dragging across her alabaster skin. "Please ... stop!"
Supergirl is naked except for her shiny red boots. The two pieces of lead are still duct taped to her eyes, blocking her super vision. She feels more of her strength returning and hopes that in a few seconds she can free her hands and get away from this madhouse. Suddenly she feels two huge hands wrap around her thighs and SPREAD her legs, exposing her pussy.
"NNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!! DON'T TOUCH ME! NOT ... THERE!!" She screams and struggles harder to free herself, to get away from whoever is, even now, sliding between her legs (she can feel the person with her knees!). With a great effort, using the little strength she's regained from the exposure to green K, Supergirl breaks one of her hands loose and strikes forward with it. She feels her fist connect with something solid in front of her near her cunt. She hears a grunt, then suddenly receives a massive punch to her crotch.
"MMNNNNHHH!" she gasps, bending at the waist. "Still too . . . weak!" Powerful hands wrap around her wrist, and her arm is pulled out to one side then around behind to her back. Her other arm is also pulled back and her wrists are held together by strong, large hands - probably that lizard guy!
As her super body slowly recovers from this powerful pussy punch, she feels something penetrate her inner lips and drive into her vagina. "NNNOOOO!!! NOT AGAIN!!" she screams at the violation. "Stop ... leave me alone!!!" she cries desperately. She is ashamed of her situation when she hears several people laughing at her helplessness. But she isn't helpless! At least, not as much as before! More of her strength is returning.
Suddenly she is lifted off the floor and she feels something coming up her legs - something like ... clothing - a garter belt? She slows her struggles a moment and feels something come up past her hips, covering her lower body. There is a SNAP and then a WHIRR and a ... fabric? ... constricts, fits itself tightly around her waist and across her crotch. It feels like her crotch and pussy have been covered with ... something?
"Almost finished, StupidGirl," the MixMaster hisses into one of Supergirl's ears. "Stand still now while we get you dressed."
Supergirl decides to play along. Her strength is rapidly returning. She can probably fly right now, but in a few seconds . . . Suddenly she feels a stirring in her vagina ... a whirring sound.
"nnnnnNNNGGGGHHHH!!! NNNOOOOOO!!" is all the Maid of Might can scream as something BORES upward in her vagina and massive waves of green K radiation seem to burn the walls of her vagina. She sags to the ground from the pain, her knees clasped tightly together. Strong hands lift her back to her feet but her legs are bent at the knees in response to the numbing pain. The ... the THING inside her whirrs again and seems to be ... withdrawing! "RAO ... the ... PAIN!!!" she cries as the unseen hands yank her upright on her feet.
Any plans for escape vanish with her strength. Supergirl is again as weak as a kitten, still blindfolded, and completely unable to resist the hands that are dressing her. She feels something come up past her legs and hips. Coarse hands secure it around her mid-section. Her creamy breasts are lifted and plunked onto some kind of platform. The tops of the breasts are exposed, the bottoms held by something. More clothing comes up her legs and finally fastens around her hips. Shorts? Something is shoved over one hand, then over the other, and finally she feels her hair pulled back away from her face and something is put onto her forehead.
The duct tape is pulled off her head and the two pieces of lead fall to the floor of ... a large room? Supergirl blinks, tries to get her bearings. The pain inside her has weakened her and she's having a hard time focusing her eyes. "Wh-where ... what ... WHAT!?" she exclaims. Through teary eyes, she notices her body - she's dressed like the Wonder Woman! They've put star-spangled blue shorts, a red and gold bustier and metal bracelets on her! Reaching up to her forehead, she feels a piece of metal above her eyebrows, pushing her hair back. A copy of Wonder Woman's mystical tiara.
"Last night, class, you got to see how to capture Supergirl ... or Superman, for that matter. Flash some green K and they're putty in your hands! Not much of a challenge, I'll admit. Once you show the green, you can do what you wish!" This is from MixMaster who has removed her helmet and now stands beside the Maid of Might. The women face the three men and the woman from the previous night. Misty is now dressed in a costume - a one-piece black bodysuit, black mask, black boots and gloves, and a white cape. There is a white, stylized cloud on her chest. MegaWatt is also in costume - a pair of red tights and a red spandex workout shirt, black shorts, and his cheesy mask. Paratrooper-style boots complete his costume. Lizard-man - Snapper - has just a loincloth over his lower body.
"This morning," MixMaster continues, "we'll go through ways to battle and defeat the fabled Wonder Woman. StupidLass has agreed to play the role of Wonder Woman."
"I agreed to nothing, you crazy ... AARRGGHHH!!" Supergirl replies, crying when again she feels a sharp pain inside her cunt. Again the pain causes her to bend at the waist and her hands go to her crotch to try to ease the pain. MixMaster grabs Supergirl's hair and pulls her upright, turning the heroine so that the two women face each other.
"By now, even someone as dumb as you should realize that I've put something inside your cunt. It's a new kind of dildo, dearie. I can control it remotely. Push it like this ("AAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEE!!! SSSTTTOOOPPPP!!!!" Supergirl screams and doubles over) and the device extends one end deeper into your vagina and exposes more of my synthetic green K to your tender tunnel. And this CLICK retracts the Kryptonite tip of the dildo into its lead sheath, allowing you to recover. A little." Supergirl sighs as the pain in her vagina subsides.
"We also put a chastity belt on you. It's designed to hold the dildo inside you. Open the belt or break the strip that runs between your legs and the dildo expands to its full length. There are receivers in the belt and transmitters in the walls of this room. If the transmitters stop sending signals to the belt, or if the belt cannot receive the signals, the dildo expands. So if you EVER try to remove the dildo or belt, or leave this room, be prepared to feel a massive dildo pumping Kryptonite radiation inside your vagina."
"Nnoooo!!" the shocked super heroine manages to say, bringing one hand up to her face to cover her mouth. "Why are you ...?"
"I told you last night! This is my College of Criminal Arts and Sciences! I'm training future super villains here. Training them especially in defeating costumed cretins who fight for truth, justice and the American way and all that bullshit.
"And you, my dear, will be my crash test dummy. In our practicum sessions, our hands on classes, you will play the role of Wonder Woman or Supergirl or Batgirl or whatever, so my students can develop confidence when they actually face an actual so-called super heroine.
"Today, you WILL pretend that you are an Amazon princess. I've eased back most of the dildo - I call it the Dominator, by the way - so you can be quite powerful. Just remember that you are mere seconds away from a Kryptonic colonic - heheheh!
"Misty, why don't you attack Wonder Woman first? Yes, stand over there. You've broken into the van Cleef estate to take their jewels and the Blunder Babe rushes in to stop you. Come on, Supergirl, rush in and stop Misty!"
Supergirl walks stiffly toward the black-clad woman, raises one hand, and in a flat monotone says, "Stop - you - are - under - arrest." She winces when the Dominator opens and closes quickly, reminding her of her role and position. "Nngh, I get the hint. .... STOP, You're UNDER ARREST!" a more animated Wonder Woman says.
Misty whirls to face WW, puts her lips together and blows at WW's face. A dense cloud appears before WW's eyes, blinding her. Suddenly, a powerful kick to her stomach throws her backward a few feet to land on her star-spangled shorts. And the cloud of ... whatever ... is STILL against her face, blinding her (well, it would blind anyone without X-ray vision). As WW paws at her face to try to disperse the cloud, a powerful kick to the side of her head sends her sprawling to one side. Before she can recover from the kick, the fake WW feels her hands being tied by Misty, who has taken the golden lasso off WW's belt.
"Very GOOD!" MixMaster crows, "very good first effort! You see, class, the basic approach: get the heroes' attention on something other than yourself, then attack without mercy. Last night, SuperDummy saw a woman in the barn, bound and perhaps in pain. She rushed in and helped the woman, ignoring you three in the house and failed to look for anything odd or out of place. Only the Batman, I understand, ever takes the time to case a room before entering, but even HE will rush in when a damsel is in distress!
"Also notice how much stronger Misty is when she's wearing a copy of my Power Suit. While her version isn't as well-equipped as mine, it does give her a considerable edge over most heroines. She's also taking my drug supplements, and in a few months, she could arm wrestle Snapper and have a chance of winning!" Misty rises and unties Supergirl's wrists, then hands the fake golden lasso back to the heroine.
"MegaWatt, you're up next. Stand there, yes - there. Wonder Woman, put your lasso over his shoulders. DO IT NOW!
"Okay, she's just captured you, MegaWatt. How do you escape?"
Supergirl stands a few feet away from MegaWatt, holding one end of the metallic Golden Lasso. The other end is around MegaWatt's shoulders. Suddenly, the little fat man grabs the lasso and a massive surge of electricity shoots up the lasso into the heroine's hands. She yelps and tries to drop the lasso but can't release it. Punishing energy flows up the rope and into her hands, making the weakened heroine sob in pain and struggle to drop the rope. Slowly, the crushing pain drives her to her knees, her body shuddering from the pain. Finally, the pain begins to ease.
Supergirl manages to look up just in time to see that Megawatt has dropped the rope and is charging at her, his hands extended. Before the woman can react, MegaWatt lays his hands on top of her exposed breasts and pushes the woman backward. At the same time, another blast of electrical energy flows from his hands into the woman's breasts. Screaming from this new shock, she recoils away from his painful touch and topples backward, landing on her buttocks.
"nnnnNNHHH AAAIIIIIEEEE!! St-stop ... SSSTTTOOOPPP, you-you're KILLING MEEEE!!" she screams as the guy continues his attack. He looms over her, pumping killing energy into her soft fleshy mounds. "NGNGNGNG - NNOOO!!"
MegaWatt continues his attack, laughing maniacally at the girl's obvious pain and drives her onto her back. He settles his broad butt onto her stomach and his hands move up to her long thin neck. The air crackles and spits around her head as thousands of watts flow into her neck. Her head shudders from the energy pouring into her body and strands of her long golden hair shoot outward from her body.
The woman bucks and tries to toss him off her stomach but the electricity flowing through her neck quickly shorts out her nervous system, reducing her body to a shuddering hulk. The Maid of Might stops resisting him and just bounces on the floor, tossing her head from side to side and moaning, unable to control her muscles and fight him. In seconds, her eyes close as she blacks out from the massive electrical shock, coupled with the green K inside her.
The villain rises in triumph, raising his smoking hands over his head. He reaches down and grabs the woman by the top of her bustier, his chubby fingers driving into the dark gulf between her tits. Pinching the fabric of her top in his fingers, Megawatt yanks the woman up and eventually holds her upright, facing him. The unconscious heroine has one of his hands behind her neck and the other on her crotch. "Watch this!" he gloats to his companions.
MegaWatt uses the woman's body to complete a circuit, running electricity in through her crotch and collecting it at the back of her neck. As the massive current starts to flow through her super body, her eyes slowly open and her body begins shuddering violently. In moments, she's moaning in agony - the electricity seems to be multiplying the affect of the green K, or maybe she's just more vulnerable to the electricity because of the Dominator. In seconds, the fabric in her crotch begins burning and MegaWatt has to release his hold on her crotch lest he gets burned by the flames. He also releases her neck and steps away from the woman. Supergirl slowly falls onto her back, her star spangled trunks burning fiercely. Misty steps forward and plants one of her clouds between the heroine's legs and with a roaring hiss, the flames die out. Both Megawatt and Misty receive a round of applause from other villains in the room.
A few seconds later, Supergirl slowly revives and painfully staggers to her feet. She's barely able to stand after Megawatt's punishment. As she massages her head and throat, Snapper suddenly leaps toward her. "You've ambushed the Wonder Woman," MixMaster shouts to the lizard man as he head-butts Supergirl and knocks her to the floor. "How quickly can you overpower the woman?"
The beast's feral snarl was the only warning Supergirl had before crashing to the floor again. She looks up and sees his massive form looming over her, one foot on either side of her body. Snapper slides his arms around WW and lifts her off the ground, squeezing her in a face-to-face bear hug.
"Nnhh. Im-impossibly strong ... must ... must get ... free!" she gasps as she struggles in his arms. The man-beast has pinned her arms to her sides and holds her at least a foot off the floor. As he squeezes her, shakes her body like a rag doll.
Supergirl screams in horror when Snapper opens his large protuding mouth and envelopes the woman's jaw in it and bites down. He can hear her moans as his powerful jaw muscles contract and press against her cheeks. He shakes her head like a dog shakes a piece of meat, but cannot break her head off her neck. His snap has no effect on her invulnerable skin other than to dimple it and cause her pain. Finally realizing the futility of his attack, Snapper releases his bite and moves his mouth away from her face. Her head falls back, initially, then comes back forward as she tries to get back into this fight. Just as her head centers itself, Snapper smashes his thick-boned forehead into the woman's forehead. Her head snaps back and the fake tiara goes flying off her forehead..
"Nnh! Can't ... take much ... more of ... this punishment!" Supergirl realizes silently. Her magnificent super body is being punished by both the super villains and the insidious device inside her vagina. Too much green Kryptonite radiation is pouring into her body, making it impossible for the heroine to recover from thes violent assaults.
The lizard thing now has her bent backward so far she fears that her spine might snap. "nnnHHHHHUUUNNNHHH!! S-stop!! C-CAN'T ... BREATHE ...!" she gasps, looking at MixMaster. The villainess just laughs at Supergirl's discomfort.
Finally the beast again realizes it can't kill her so it relaxes its terrible grip and the heroine slumps to the floor, landing on her butt and barely conscious. Snapper brings one arm around in a circular sweep, ending with his huge paw hammering the top of the heroine's head. The concrete floor under her butt cracks from the power in his swing. Her eyes close and she falls backward, unconscious. The blue trunks are now little more than a waistband and bits of fabric, and her top was shredded by Snapper's claws, leaving her nearly naked from the navel up. Her arms lay off to either side and her hair lies across the floor like roots from a plant seeking water.
"Okay, you guys go get some lunch," MixMaster says, squatting beside the captive woman. Supergirl awakens again and once more is sitting on the cold concrete floor. The mighty heroine is sobbing lightly, head downward, one hand holding her ribs, the other resting on the floor and holding her upright. MixMaster grabs Supergirl's long golden hair and twists her head so the two women see each other eye to eye.
"Now that we're alone," MixMaster snarls at the Maid of Might, "I should tell you what else you can expect from me. First, you WILL do everything I tell you. No questions, no delay. Understand? I don't care what you think or feel or want. From now on, you are MY slave. You can keep most of your super powers and your costume unless I want you to impersonate another heroine, Supergirl, but if you get out of line, you'll spend time writhing on the floor in agony as green K radiation floods your pussy. If you cause me any trouble, I'll take away pieces of your costume, starting with your blouse, and you'll have to go naked or dressed in some humiliating garments I shall provide in place of the missing pieces of your costume. Do you understand, SuperWhore?"
"Wuh-why?" is all the defeated woman can ask, looking up tearfully at her captor. "I ... I don't understand why ... why you're so ... sadistic."
"Because I hate you heroines with a passion," MixMaster hisses at Supergirl. "You prance around with your genetically perfect hard bodies, making us normal mortals jealous of your powers and your beauty. Men we would KILL to have as lovers fawn over you but you blithely ignore or reject them. Then, your ultimate crime, is your manic pursuit of people trying to make a living."
MixMaster drops to her knees, one hand still holding the blonde's hair, the other hand slowly rises to surround Supergirl's jaw. MixMaster begins to squeeze the girl's jaw, crushing it under the awesome strength of her muscles and her super suit. As tears fill Supergirl's eyes, MixMaster suddenly leans forward and kisses the woman. "You'll even be my sex slave, if I desire it," MixMaster hisses after ending the lip lock.
"Nnooo!" the blonde moans, struggling to free herself from MixMaster. Supergirl raises one arm and tries to shove the villainess away. She fails, but the woman stands and backs away from the heroine, nonetheless. A sudden whirr inside her vagina is quickly followed by a massive burning pain, causing Supergirl to bend forward at the waist, sobbing and wailing in pain, her hands rubbing the entrance to her vagina. She begins to tear at the chastity belt that holds the dildo inside her when the pain suddenly subsides. Her pain-fogged mind slowly recalls MixMasters threat should the belt be damaged. Supergirl's shoulders sag in defeat and she sits on the floor, sobbing, wishing the pain inside her would end.
"Oh, by the way," MixMaster asks the beaten heroine, "how often do you ovulate?"
"WHAATT?"
"You DO make eggs don't you? Superman's sperm isn't too different from human sperm - a little larger, more motile, and WAAYY more indestructible. I wondered about the female of the species. What can you tell me about your eggs? What's your cycle - monthly like us, can you turn it on and off, what? How often do you crank out an egg?"
Supergirl spits in MixMaster's face - not too hard, just enough to shock the woman. As MixMaster rears back, she releases her hold on the blond hair. Supergirl punches upward with all her strength and MixMaster is lifted off the ground and flies twenty feet backward before slamming into a wall. She sags to the floor, unconscious.
Supergirl rises slowly to her feet and moves (not quickly at all) to the door of the room, then pauses. "I might not be able to go outside this room, but I'll make sure no one else can come in!" she says defiantly. Using her weakened heat vision, she focuses on a section of the door's hinges, which are inside the room, then another section near the door knob. It takes almost two minutes to melt the metal and when finished, her eyes ache from the effort. However, the door is more or less welded shut.
Turning back toward MixMaster, Supergirl reaches the woman just as she's starting to regain consciousness. The Maid of Might taps the villainess's forehead with one finger, slamming her head back against the wall and knocking out the woman again.
Supergirl wastes no time - she undresses MixMaster, removing all of her costume, pausing to examine the costume as it comes off the woman's body. Inside the woman's boots the Maid of Might finds a small button beside the spots for the big toe in each boot. Experimenting, Supergirl soon finds that if someone wearing the boot pushes the button in the left boot (with a big toe), the dildo expands; the button in the right boot makes it retract. Supergirl pushes the button in the right boot and the device retracts fully. Then she crushes the boots in her hands, destroying the controls. There is still a bit of radiation leaking inside her but she can feel her powers returning swiftly. As this happens, she places the naked MixMaster in a chair and binds the woman's wrists and ankles to the chair by bending metal strips around the arms and legs of the chair.
As the Girl of Steel begins to replace the fake Wonder Woman costume with her own costume, she hears a clamor at the door. The door begins to bang and shudder - Snapper must be using his massive muscles to try to gain entry. A quick look with super vision and, yes, it's the student body come to rescue their headmistress. Supergirl returns to the door and melts parts of the jamb on both sides of the door sections, bonding the door to the doorway more securely. Then she aims her heat vision at the middle of the door and begins heating that. She notices the door growing hotter and hotter from her vision, and paint begins to peel away from it. Suddenly she hears a feral roar from outside the room. Snapper recoils from the door, his hands burned by the heat she's generated.
Supergirl turns back toward MixMaster when she hears the crime queen moan and start to regain consciousness. The Girl of Steel turns to rush back to MixMaster when the door suddenly blasts inward and hits her back. Supergirl and the door fly a few feet crash to the ground with the woman facedown underneath the door. As she struggles to regain her feet, Snapper leaps onto the door, pinning the woman underneath the large steel door.
"NNhh! Got ... to get ... UP!" Supergirl says. She does a push-up that lifts her, the door, and the six hundred pound lizard-man off the floor. The door and Snapper fall to one side as the Girl of Steel rises to her hands and knees. Looking at the doorway, she sees MegaWatt, L. Finn and Misty rushing into the room. MegaWatt is closest to the heroine and off to one side, his hands raised and small sparks of electricity arcing between his fingertips. Before the man can reach her, a blast of her super breath throws the chubby young villain backward to slam against a wall. He's out of the fight, unconscious.
Supergirl rises to her feet and turns to deal with L. Finn and Misty when the leprechaun says, "Och, will ye look now! The poor lass is on a floor that's like ICE. She canna move, she canna do aught but sit on her lovely butt!" Supergirl suddenly finds that the floor IS slippery - like oil on ice! Her boots slide out from under her and she lands on her buttocks. She tries to rise, makes it to her knees when the leprechaun says, "B'gorrah! Wha's wrong with yer breasts, now, Supergirl? Faith, they seem to be growin'! Why, they're the size of canteloupes, are they no!?"
"NNnnhh!" Supergirl moans. Suddenly her breasts ARE larger, ARE growing! The fabric of her top spreads outward as her breasts expand to rounded lumps maybe three inches out from her chest.
"Kin ye believe it now, Misty, her lovely breasts are STILL growin' Now they're the size of watermelons!"
"NnnNNNHHH!! AAAAHHH!" Supergirl cries in pain, moving her hands to cradle breasts that now reach maybe a foot beyond her chest and swell to six or eight inches wide. Her top stretches grotesquely as it tries to contain the massive mammaries.
"Och, and now they're the size of wee children! They weigh so much, ye canna barely hold the darlin's wi' all yer grand strength. Och and there's nae way tah fight us if yer holding those beauties!"
"NnnNNGGHHH! AAIIIEEEE!!" Supergirl screams and falls forward. Her boobs now stretch three feet from her chest. Her costume has stretched to contain her gigantic tits - the collar is now several inches away from her neck and a deep dark trench runs between her two fleshy mounds. Her boobs are now at least a foot wide. She topples forward onto the massive pillows, moaning as they slide on the icy floor beneath her. Supergirl flops around on her belly, flailing her arms as she tries to stand. Every time she starts to rise, either her feet slide out from under her or she topples forward onto her huge chest. She wails piteously from both the pain in her chest and her helplessness.
Misty and Snapper (who has recovered from his initial fall) stand beside the leprechaun and stare in amazement. They're not sure what's going on - Supergirl appears normal to them, she's just lying on the floor, on her stomach, one hand cupping each breast.
L. Finn's magic is the ability to immediately persuade someone that what he says is what is happening. Since he is directing his attack at Supergirl, she's the only one who sees or feels the slippery floor or the mammoth mams. She is now trying, STRUGGLING to get to her feet, but she slips continuously on the slippery floor and has to use both hands and her super strength to hold up her ballooning bazooms - as L. Finn reminds her often.
"G-Gods ... M-MAKE IT ... SSTTOOOPPP!!" Supergirl cries, tears filling her eyes. Her breasts are monstrosities now, and she can't do ANYthing - can't get up, can't fight, can't even hold her breasts any longer. She collapses back to her belly and the impact of falling on her breasts causes her to shriek in pain.
L. Finn steps forward and brings his shillelagh down on Supergirl's hands. "I'll wager when I hit ye wi' me stick, it hurts like childbirth, eh lass?" he says.
"AAAAIIIIIEEEEEE!!!" Supergirl screams when his club whacks her huge hooters. The pain shoots up the length of the breasts, passes through her body and thuds against her pussy, causing the woman to shudder and moan. "NNNNnnnnggghhhh!! S-stoppp ... plleeeaaasseee!!!" she cries.
Snapper doesn't want to miss this fun. He steps forward and rolls Supergirl over onto her back ...
"Nnngghh! Smothering ... myself ... g-got to ... too heavy!" Supergirl gasps as she's flipped onto her back and her breasts flop on top of her, their massive weight crushing her body, pinning her arms underneath acres of blue fabric and fleshy mountains. "NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" she screams when she sees Snapper shove aside her hands and grab the ends of her breasts. "G-get AWAY!" she cries out. Eyes wide with terror, Supergirl watches as the lizard-man's huge paws somehow envelope her gigantic jugs. "Rao! Puh-please!" she begs, "d-don't hurt me any more!" Then the lizard-man begins to squeeze her fleshy mounds, applying greater and greater pressure. L. Finn's magic makes her see him dig his claws into her breasts and she can see blood gushing out from the wounds. When Snapper begins to pull on her breasts, in her mind, she sees him stretching them even further, like taffy, and when he squeezes them, the incredible pain causes her to wail and finally black out.
Snapper continues mashing Supergirl's normal-sized tits, even as her eyes close and she goes limp. He ignores L. Finn and Misty as they go to help MixMaster or MegaWatt. Snapper lifts Supergirl by her breasts and tosses her limp body over one shoulder. As L. Finn and Misty work on the other two villains, trying to revive them, Snapper takes his prize off to one side of the room. He ... IT ... removes her panties, pulls off her skirt and her top and again the heroine is naked except for the belt blocking her cunt and her boots.
Snapper is more beast than man and is DRIVEN by two powerful instincts - catch and devour prey ... or procreate. This prey is CAUGHT. So to his primitive mind, he should either eat her, or fuck her. He already knows that she's inedible.
Snapper sits on the floor and lays the Maid of Might so that her head faces away from him and her feet are near his torso. He puts one huge foot inside each of her armpits. Next, he digs his huge hands between the waistband of the chastity belt and Supergirl's body and as his feet hold her body away from him, he pulls the chastity belt towards himself. Straining, grunting, he manages to stretch the fabric of the belt until it fits past her hips. From there, he easily slides the now-warped belt down off her body. He tosses the unopened belt across the room.
Just as the Girl of Steel starts to revive from this latest torment, Snapper reaches down and YANKS the dildo out of her pussy. Licking it, he rams it into her anus, then pulls off his loin cloth. As Supergirl slowly regains consciousness, she sees Snapper looming over her, his huge scaly dick aimed at her cunt. L. Finn's magical commands are forgotten - her boobs seem to be her normal 38C.
"N-no. NOO!! Not ... don't ... PLEASE!!" Supergirl gasps. "NNNNHHH ... AAHHH!!! HHHUURRTTSS!! SSTOPPP, YYOOU'RRREEE HHHUURRTTTINNGG MMEEEEE!!!" she cries as Snapper rams his fourteen inch long, four-inch wide lizard-dong into her pussy.
His first effort can't get through - the woman has clenched! Snapper proceeds to smash at her face to break her will. No good! He pulls the dildo out of her anus and rams it in and out of her pussy.
"NNNNNNNN!! C-C-CCCUUUMMMMMIIINNNNGGGG!!" Supergirl stutters and an explosion of pleasure rips through her body, causing her head to fall back and her eyes to close. Her small hands open and close by her side as she rides the wave. She grits her teeth as the pleasure washes over her. As the wave subsides, her body relaxes and she sags back onto the floor.
Snapper tosses the dildo aside and sticks the claws of two fingers into her snatch. He pries her labia open and now can slip the tip of his scaly gray-green dong into her. As it drives in, Snapper grimaces from the pressure on his member. Bitch is too tight! He backs out a bit and the scales on his dick abrade the walls of her vagina, causing Supergirl to inhale sharply in shock. Then he RAMS forward and this time drives a good six inches of his pole into the heroine.
"Unh unh unh ... aaaaAAAOOOWWWW!!! H-HURTS!! ... No ... NO ... NNOOOOAAAAIIIIEEEE!!"
Snapper continues rocking his hips, driving in and out of her cunt, each time going in deeper. One large paw is crushing one of her breasts, the other holds her hip steady so he can thrust better. His prehensile tail slithers between his legs and worms its way into her ass hole and begins sliding in and out in synch with his dong. Even in her weakened state, the Girl of Steel gets aroused by the action and again feels herself floating toward ... no, RUSHING toward another orgasm. It hits. She's like a flag at the end of a long antenna, snapping in the breeze as it moves forward and back. Snapper's driving hip action hammers her mercilessly.
"MMMNNNNNAHHH ... MMMMMMMMNNNNN!!" she growls, beyond language, beyond reason. The beast continues plunging into her two holes, sustaining her orgasm. Her body is bouncing back and forth on the floor in response to his thrusts, her lovely blond hair is soaked and lies in limp strands around her head. The animal part of her mind, a very LARGE part now, wants to curl into a ball and enjoy the warm pleasure and sensuality that's sapping her will. Her super strength is useless to her as her body responds to his huge dong.
Suddenly her eyes open wide when the tip of his tool begins to batter her cervix, reaching farther inside her than anyone but Superman has ever gone. "NNNHHH. YESSSSSS!!" she hisses as his rough tool rubs against parts of her that have NEVER been satisfied. This new sensation in her loins blinds her to anything but the feelings that are destroying her will.
The rational part of her mind realizes that her powers are returning. Her breasts are back to normal size. Somehow, the part of her that is still a super heroine manages to subdue the sensual part that craves domination and rape. Somehow, her mind snaps back to her current situation, even as the lizard-man causes her to cum explosively.
It's time for this PIECE OF SHIT to get OFF!!
Supergirl's eyes open as her rational forebrain gains control of her body. One of her small fists hits the lizard-man's jaw, snapping his head backward and cracking his jaw. The beast grunts from the pain ... his hips continue thrusting his dong and tail in and out of Supergirl. "Nnnghh!" he grunts, "how can you ...?"
"GET ... nnngghh ... GET OFF!" Supergirl growls at the beast. She brings her legs back and puts her knees against Snapper's chest. With a grunt, she pushes her knees backward and he/it is forced out of her holes (SPPLOORRCCHH) and thrown back several feet. The heroine rolls to one side and sees L. Finn helping MegaWatt walk toward them while Misty has used the strength of her Power Suit to rip the last of the bands off MixMaster's limbs.
"STOPPP HER!!" MixMaster screams, "HURRY girl, break this leg band NOW!"
Then Supergirl sees her costume lying a few feet away. Beside the chastity belt. Beside the DILDO! Someone, probably this animal, has removed the dildo! She can flee this place!
Still weak, Supergirl struggles up to her knees. L. Finn sees the woman starting to rise and is about to say something when a tremendous blast of air from her luscious lips hits him and MegaWatt. Both men fly backward across the floor, struggling to stay on their feet, and slam into the wall. This time, both men fall to the floor, unconscious.
The naked heroine climbs shakily to her feet and faces Misty. The puff of super breath, Hell, just getting to her feet has drained her energy reserves. "S-stop what you're ... nnhh ... doing!" Supergirl manages to say, still weak and SORE! Misty leaves her mistress' side and rushes at the Maid of Might, the young black-clad neophyte against the aching, exhausted and naked heroine.
Misty grabs Supergirl's hands and slips the Maid of Might's hands into position so that Misty can bend back Supergirl's fingers and push her to the floor. At first she's successful and the Maid of Might cries out as her fingers bend backward and she has to drop to her knees. Misty continues pressing downward, increasing the pain the Girl of Steel must experience.
Supergirl suddenly smiles and starts to stand up ... and push back. Suddenly, Misty is forced to her knees, HER fingers are now being bent backward as the Girl of Steel regains more of her strength. Supergirl brings up her knee and hits Misty's jaw, knocking the woman onto her back, unconscious. The Maid of Might then falls back against the wall, using it to help her stay on her feet a little longer.
Snapper charges across the room toward the Maid of Might and one huge paw grabs her waist. Together, they fly across the room and crash into an equipment bench. As the beast tries again to crush the woman's waist, she clenches her fists, raises them, and brings them down powerfully onto its back. Snapper falls to the floor, moaning. The Girl of Steel rolls him onto his back and steps over his body.
"I'm the LAST woman you're EVER going to fuck, you animal!" she snarls. She puts one of her boots on the beast's crotch and begins to grind his balls under her heel. Snapper roars in pain from the pressure and passes out. Supergirl gives him one more good kick in the nuts, then turns toward MixMaster.
"GONE!!" Supergirl says, seeing the empty chair. "Where ...?"
The reviving heroine runs over and grabs her costume off the floor and rushes out the door. She quickly spots MixMaster - naked, but carrying parts of her costume, running toward the farmhouse. The classroom was apparently under the barn. A quick kick of her long legs and the Maid of Might is airborne. Within seconds, she overtakes the running woman and again a light tap on the head knocks MixMaster out. Supergirl lands and puts her costume on.
"I think I better get out of her while I'm ahead." Supergirl says, seeing L. Finn and MegaWatt running out of the underground classroom. She grabs MixMaster's hair in one hand and lifts the unconscious villainess off the dusty yard and tosses her body over over one shoulder. As the Girl of Steel flexes her leg muscles and leaps into the air, she can see L. Finn's lips moving, but she's too far away for the spell to work on her. Seconds later, the heroine and her naked captive are high over central Texas headed toward the Dallas office of the FBI.
"I hope Kal-el doesn't mind my missing the meeting today with the FBI," she says to herself, feeling like her old self once more.