“Just two hours ago elements of China’s People’s Liberation Army broke away from under Beijing’s control in an attempt to force the government’s hand over the issue of Taiwan. Since then, a wave of nationalistic fervor has swept across China’s Southern frontier, rallying the hearts, and minds of soldiers to the rebel’s cause. As we speak, Taiwanese defense forces, joined by the U.S. Seventh Fleet, are battling it out with the rebels for control of the Formosa Straight. U.S. forces around the world, as well as those of our allies, have been placed on the highest possible alert, undergoing full-scale mobilization.
This conflict, which negotiators had been saying was well in hand up until the first shots were fired, has placed the world on the brink of yet another global catastrophe. Loyal Chinese forces have surrounded the rebel positions, but as of yet have not engaged. President Lexus Luthor has demanded that Beijing act against the rebels, threatening, ‘that failure to do so will be taken as a declaration of war.’ Beijing in turn has warned against any outside interference, claiming, ‘that any foreign action against Chinese soil will carry dire consequences.’ This is Tammy Jenkins reporting to you live from the USS Saratoga, somewhere in the Pacific.”
The sheer speed at which Supergirl raced across the ocean caused it to part. It’s doubtful that even the most sophisticated of technology would have been able to detect her. Only a few minutes ago the Girl of Steel had been in New York City, lying in bed with her boyfriend. As the world stepped ever closer to the abyss, she was having sex, the very thought enraged her, pushing her to fly faster than ever before in hopes of arriving in time to ward of the disaster.
“Oh Rao! Looks like I’m already too late,” exclaimed a terrified Supergirl, “the fighting has already begun.” U.S. and Chinese planes were locked in combat directly overhead the U.S. Seventh Fleet. “I’ve got to stop this!” No matter what I can’t allow this confrontation to continue, better they be mad at me than with each other, thought the Maid of Might, as she prepared to intervene.
The engagement was only minutes old, with few casualties, but it was about to take on major implications as a group of Chinese MIGs, breaking through the U.S. defense, launched their missiles at the nearest American aircraft carrier. Supergirl raced to intercept, taking out the majority by flying straight through, but three remained. The wind conditions were horrid, bashing a desperate Girl of Steel around, preventing her from getting a clear shot at the missiles. Supergirl had to be careful if her psi blasts missed they might hit the carrier, but with her usual poise she managed to focus, and in a fraction of a second two missiles were destroyed. She was directly behind the last projectile, closing fast, but too far to physically intercept before it hit. Okay I’ll only have one shot at this thought the heroine, as she prepared to launch a psi blast. But as she was preparing to attack she was sent reeling by a fierce gale. Supergirl wasn’t sure if her Psi blast had hit, the loud explosion caused her to fear the worst, as she struggled to regain control of her body. Before she saw the unscathed vessel Supergirl heard the cheering of the sailors, causing her to breath a sigh of relief. “Thank Rao! That was too close,” acknowledged a heavily breathing girl, aware more than ever of the importance of stopping this conflict.
The Maid of Might dealt with the attacking MIGs by punching through their canopies, forcing the pilots to eject, and parachute down into the South China Sea to await rescue. Having halted the assault on the U.S. Seventh Fleet Supergirl flew North, into the Formosa Straight, where a Chinese rebel controlled fleet was making its way towards Taiwan. In a seemingly effortless fashion, Supergirl bent the 16-inch guns, and crushed the missile batteries of the battleships, destroyers, and cruisers that were clearing the way for the invasion force. The entire time she was under fire, bullets harmlessly ricocheting off. Having paralyzed the attack fleet, the Girl of Steel then dived into the water, emerging seconds later with a huge troop transport ship above her head. The young heroine in a graceful, almost absentminded manner, carried the several ton vessel back towards Mainland China, where she marooned it upon the shore. She repeated this action several more times, until every transport, and hostile submarine was stranded upon land.
“Well a day that threatened to bring about the extinction of humankind has seemingly been averted. Hours ago loyal Chinese forces began moving against rebel positions; the prospect of fighting their own country men seems to have been too much for the rebels, whose control of Southern China has been reduced to only a single stronghold around the city of Fuzhou. But it seems that yet again the world owes a debt of gratitude to the beautiful, young heroine appropriately named Supergirl. It was her timely intervention that spurred Beijing into taking action, after she single handedly prevented the invasion of Taiwan.” The broadcast then cut to images of the Maid of Might lifting ships out of the water, as well as dismantling rebel-controlled tanks. “The relative minor casualties, as well as Beijing’s rapid reassertion of control would have been impossible without Supergirl’s assistance. Preparations are underway for a final assault against the enemy, but fears that the rebels may have gained access to a nuclear device has brought events to a stand still. This has been Tammy Jenkins, reporting to you live from the USS Saratoga somewhere in the pacific.”
Supergirl raced across the sky towards the rebel command center. She would much have preferred a peaceful solution, but the negotiations made it clear that the man behind the coup, General Chang, was intent upon taking as many lives down with him as possible. She was convinced that once she had Chang the remainder of the rebels would surrender without a fight. The Girl of Steel bashed through the, several inch think, steel door protecting the entry way into the command center. Resistance was fierce, but the guards she encountered were easily disposed of. It did not take her long to reach the control room, confidently striding to its center before slightly spreading her legs, and placing her hands on her hips.
Supergirl quickly scanned the room encountering an unexpected emptiness. Her confidence turned to caution, as she slowly moved toward a set of metal stairs leading towards a small, glass enclosed, office. Though the blinds were drawn, she could see shadows from upstairs. She was about to take flight, and burst in on the unsuspecting occupants, when out of the corner of her left eye she spotted a dead body. A pool of blood was amassing under the severely broken body of General Chang, his lifeless, eyes staring up at the ceiling.
“So you’re the mighty Supergirl!” The voice startled the Girl of Steel who spun around to encounter a woman descending down the metal stairs. “In case you’re wondering, I killed the General; upon hearing that the building had been breached he began to lose his nerves, becoming a liability.” The woman was being closely followed down the stairs by a skinny, nerdy looking girl, dressed in military attire, and wearing big circular rimmed glasses. The woman was in outstanding physical condition, with a muscular, yet still feminine, physique. The tight pair of military pants along with the black sports bra she wore revealed her powerful body.
“This doesn’t have to turn violent, all I want is your cooperation and the nuclear bomb,” said the heroine.
“You’re exactly as I imagined Supergirl; gorgeously sexy, with a well toned athletic body, but all stuck up and full of yourself. You may be used to getting what you want in America, you arrogant whore, but you’re in China now, different game, different rules.”
“Sister please don’t do this, you’re not ready yet,” whispered the girl into the woman’s ear, as she symbolically tried to restrain her by grasping her arm. “Please I beg you, you need several more months of treatments before you’ll be ready to face Supergirl.”
The woman paid little mind to her sister’s pleading, easily freeing her right arm, and only halting her advance towards the Maid of Might after she was a few feet away. She then turned toward her sister, lovingly placing her hands on her face, before saying in Mandarin, “I am ready Ziyi! I have endured the torment of your machine for over six months now; it has made me strong; I feel the power around me. I’m going to wipe the floor with this cunt, make her pay for her interference in our plans, I promise you.”
“But the bomb sister, if we do not leave now we won’t have time to escape. I know you hate her, I do too, but please we have to go, we can settle the score another time. You have endured this long, why not a little longer then we can be sure of your victory, not just over Supergirl but over all our enemies.”
“You have always been the smart one little sis, but I must do this. Now respect my wishes, and leave while you still can.”
“But…”
“NO! You will do as I ask. I know the escape plan as well as you; I only need a few minutes to wipe the floor with this cunt, then I promise I will be right behind you. Now go!”
Supergirl, having mastered several of the Earth’s languages, understood every word, and was not about to let Ziyi escape, especially after all she had overheard. “Neither of you is going anywhere! You’re obviously delusional if you think you can take me on, but I promise you if you don’t start telling me where the bomb is right now, I’m going to begin making things very unpleasant for the two of you,” demanded Supergirl, in Mandarin.
“You clever little bitch!” responded the woman in surprise. “I know you think you’re hot shit Supergirl, but I’m not impressed. You’re pronunciation is lousy, and I’m still going to kick your ass,” said the woman as she struck at the Girl of Steel with a right hook. The blow caught the heroic blond by surprise, forcing her to take a few steps back as well as leaving her vulnerable to the woman’s follow up assault. Two successive punches snapped Supergirl’s head to the side, first to the right then to the left, forcing her to relinquish further ground to her assailant. “Get out of here Ziyi!” ordered the woman as she delivered a spinning kick directly into the Girl of Steel’s washboard stomach, knocking the heroine off of her feet and slamming into the back wall.
Chunks of concrete accompanied the Maid of Might to ground, as she landed with a thud on her ass. The heroine’s legs were widely parted, the right laying flat on the floor, while the left was bent, with sole firmly on the ground. The girl’s short red mini skirt was lying on her lap, revealing the narrow strip of blue costume that barely covered her vulva. Her shoulder blade length blonde hair was draped over her hanging head, concealing her grimaced face, as her right hand rubbed her sore flat abs, toned to sexual perfection.
“I believe in you sister! Please remember your promise to join me,” said Ziyi before running out of the room, and heading for the secret exit.
Before the woman returned her attention to the Maid of Might, she took a few seconds to make sure her sister had actually departed. “What’s the matter princess? What happened to all your tough talk?” teased the woman, as she began approaching the downed heroine.
Supergirl brushed her hair away from her face with her left hand, raising her burning blue eyes directly into the black ones of her opponent. She had already recovered from the attack, but kept her right hand against her abs, and herself on the ground in a game of possum.
“You’re a little bitch Supergirl! I bet you’ve never had to work for anything in your life. I don’t care what planet you’re from I know your type, a spoiled white girl, whose daddy gives her everything on a silver platter.”
Supergirl had hoped to lure her opponent in a little closer, but the taunts were getting under her skin. In a fluid athletic movement she leaped to her feet before taking flight, driving her ill prepared foe through the back wall of the room, and into another. “You’re strong I’ll grant you that, but you’re sorely mistaken if you think you’re in my league,” exclaimed Supergirl, as her left hand held the woman off of the ground by the neck, and against the crumpling wall. “I’m willing to bet that the bomb is in the office but just in case I’m bring you with me,” said Supergirl as she lifted into the air.
The woman found herself unable to break free of the Maid of Might’s grasp, even with the use of both hands. It didn’t help matters that her back was throbbing in pain, covered with bruises. “You may be among the most powerful beings in the universe blonde, but you’re still a girl, which means this is going to hurt.”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” bellowed Supergirl, as she came crashing down to the ground. She continued screaming from her back, as her hands clutched her aching pussy.
The woman quickly straddled the distressed heroine, placing a knee on either side of her, while resting her ass on the girl’s lower abdomen, preventing her from removing her hands from her vagina. “If you thought that knee to your cunt hurt girl, then you’re going to be in tears over this,” assured the woman as she simultaneously drove both of her fists into Supergirl’s perfectly shaped tear dropped breasts.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!” hollered the Girl of Steel, as her opponent continued to press her fists into her tits. Spit began flying from Supergirl’s mouth, and just as her foe had promised her eyes began to water up from the pain.
The woman could feel Supergirl’s arms starting to slip free from underneath her, and decided it was best to switch tactics. Having risen back onto her feet she lifted the taller Maid of Might into the air. The girl’s legs dragged her red boots against the floor, while her hands cupped her tits. She desperately fought the urge to cry, but the yanking of her hair, and hurt from her breasts and pussy caused her to yell out in pain.
Supergirl’s stomach then fell victim to two consecutive punches, before the woman slammed her body to the ground. The Girl of Steel’s arms slightly trembled as she lifted herself off of the floor and onto her hands and knees. “I’ll get you for this. No body does this to me,” moaned the heroic blond. “AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” screamed the Maid of Might as her opponent yanked her up onto her knees by her hair.
“What did you say bitch? I couldn’t quite make out what you were saying through your sobbing,” stated the woman, as she held Supergirl’s head back with her fist full of blond hair.
The Girl of Steel was next treated to a spit in the face, landing just below her left eye, which she immediately wiped off. “I said, no body does this to me. I’m Supergirl!” screamed the young blond, as she unleashed a psi blast at point blank rang into her opponent’s face. The force of the attack opened up a gash across the woman’s forehead, before smashing her into a wall, and leaving her unconscious.
Supergirl was not happy with her performance in this engagement; it had cost her far too much grief, and precious time. Her breasts remained a little sore, and she needed to hold them as she made her way up the metal staircase, leading up to the office. Just as Supergirl had predicted the nuclear bomb was in the office, lying on the floor. She immediately moved towards it, crouching down in order to get a better look. “Oh RAO!” gasped a startled Girl of Steel, as she saw the timer count down from 31 to 30 to 29. For a few seconds she lost her composure, overwhelmed by the gravity of the situation. She knew there was no time to get any help, but she feared that moving the bomb might trigger some defense mechanism, causing it to explode. If it detonated not only would hundreds of thousands of soldiers be killed, but so would the inhabitants of Fuzhou, millions of lives were at stake.
After taking a few short breaths Supergirl managed to regain her focus, returning her attention to the bomb itself. She could tell that it had several defense mechanisms, and as she feared it would detonate upon movement. Okay girl, you’re going to have to disarm this thing yourself, you’ve handled nuclear weapons before and prevailed, why should this be any different, thought Supergirl. Her mind was incredible, recalling everything she knew about such weapons and racing through the data, as if it were a super computer. Her body was heavily perspiring; sweat stains were visible under her arms, and around and between her breasts, as well as the collar of her costume. Strands of her hair were sticking to her neck and face, thanks to the pouring beads of perspiration. But though she was nervous, she retained her poise and her concentration. With five seconds to go, Supergirl was certain that the bomb could be deactivated if she cut the red wire. She took a deep breath, before grasping the wire with both hands, lifting it forward so that it could be perfectly severed by a finely concentrated psi blast.
Supergirl’s focus on the bomb was so intense that neither the hum of the computer, noise of the fan, or sound of her opponent clanking up the stairs, and moving up behind her, succeeded in causing a distraction. In the fraction of the second before the young blond launched her psi blast, her gentle hold on the red wire was broken, by the gripping of her arms from behind. “NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!” screamed Supergirl, as her eyes desperately sought out the red wire.
“Die Super bitch! Die!” madly screamed the woman, blood streaking down her face from the cut on her forehead, as she forced the Girl of Steel to lean forward, placing her inches away from the bomb.
Supergirl was frantic; she worried less about the woman’s restraining hold on her, than on finding the red wire. There it is thought Supergirl, now come on girl focus your mind and severe it with a finely tuned psi bla…. A loud beep interrupted her. “Oh RAO!” gasped Supergirl, as she saw the timer hit zero, “I’m too late.”
It was a good 24 hours before Supergirl regained consciousness, her naked, bruised, body buried under the rumble of the explosion. It took about an hour to find the strength to free herself of the debris. Slowly she turned herself over onto her belly before lifting herself up to her hands and knees. The sheer horror of what had happened only hit her once she brushed aside her dirt filled blond hair. No matter in what direction she looked, there was nothing to find but endless array of devastation. The sun only managed to break through the black sky in sporadic bursts. The stench of death was blown about by the dusty winds.
The horror of it all caused the young blond to break down in tears, her ass resting on her ankles, while her arms were crossed against her body. All she could think about was the dead, crying for them until she could cry no more. As she wiped the tears from her eyes, she noticed her naked body, the blast having eradicated her costume. Her perfect figure was smudged with dirt, partially covering the bruising that left her sore all over.
She had heard and seen the pair of search and rescue workers, in yellow protective suits, long before they had spotted her, but she was still too traumatized to take notice. Only after one of them put his hands on her shoulder, gently shaking her, and calling out, in Mandarin, “Supergirl! Supergirl are you okay?” did she finally acknowledge them by looking at his face.
The Girl of Steel took hold of the man, after rising to her feet, looking down straight into his eyes through his protective visor, as tears ran down her cheeks. “How many?” asked Supergirl, in his language, “how many are dead?”
“I…I can’t say Supergirl, but there’s nothing left of the city.”
The young heroine began to cry again, collapsing into the man’s arms; his embrace was all that was keeping her from the ground. Even in her current state of distress Supergirl had given both men an instant erection upon arrival. The man consoling her was embarrassed by his arousal, while his partner wished that it were his arms she had fallen into.
Out of concern but also out of a desire to get a better look, and a possible touch, the unoccupied rescue worker began checking Supergirl out with his scanner. “How can this be? She doesn’t have a speck of radiation on her! The scanner it must be broken,” uttered the man in disbelief.
“Thank you,” said Supergirl, in a soft voice, as she pulled away from the man that had embraced her, giving him a gentle smile. She then turned to face the second man in order to reassure his doubts, “radiation doesn’t affect me, you’re scanner is working fine.” It took Supergirl a second to understand why the man’s head was looking up and down at her body and not up at her. “Oh!” gasped the Maid of Might, as she rushed to cover her pussy with her left hand and her breasts with her right. The blushing blond took a few steeps back in the hopes that some distance might ease her embarrassment. “You see…I…um…I was in the center of the blast, it destroyed my costume…so that’s why…that’s why…I’m…um…. So where’s your operation center fellas?”
The men continued to stare at her body, as they each pointed in a separate direction.
“I don’t imagine you’d know where a girl could get some fresh clothes?”
Their eyes refused to leave her body, as they shook their heads in rhythm.
“Well Okay! I assume that you gentlemen will be okay on your own?” After receiving no reply Supergirl stated, “I’m going to take your silence as an affirmative, so…yeah…um…keep up the good work, and …I’ll be back to check on you guys a little later.” Lifting up into the air proved a painful experience for the sore Girl of Steel, it was made all the worse by the awkwardness of having to keep her hands covering up her more sensitive parts, at least until she could get some distance. She desired nothing more than to shower and rest, but knew that such comforts would have to wait, for she was desperately needed here to help with the rescue operation.
Ziyi could wait no longer for her sister at the rally point; she had already lingered far beyond prudence. The hope that had kept her waiting had faded, cold rationalization now took over, and even though it hurt to admit, she had to accept that her sister was dead. Soon she would be the subject of a global manhunt, responsible for the deaths of millions of her own fellow citizens. In was not suppose to have turned out this way, she was suppose to have become a national hero for her role in the coup, not a fugitive. Supergirl… yes it was all Supergirl’s fault, thought Ziyi, that white bitch had thwarted the invasion, cost her the life of her sister, and could testify to the authorities of her escape from the blast. “You have made a powerful enemy of me today Supergirl, and I swear that I shall not rest until I have done onto you as you have onto me,” vowed Ziyi, as she deeply ran a knife across her left palm, allowing the blood to drip from her hand.
Ziyi was not the only enemy Supergirl had made this day. There were those in the governments of both the U.S. and of China that had greatly desired the conflict she had averted. It was on this day that a powerful, yet highly secretive, group of American individuals establish a coalition whose single purpose was the elimination of Supergirl. With the full backing of President Lexus Luthor, who these individuals had helped elect the year before, “Project Violator was launched. It was a rushed attempt to try and build a weapon capable of destroying Supergirl, whose final outcome was the creation of an uncontrollable killing machine.
The Chinese effort arose from the belief of certain individuals that Supergirl was a defender of America’s hegemony. After all she made her home in their financial capital, and she was white. If China was ever going to challenge the West it was going to need a weapon, capable of dealing with the Maid of Might. These individuals had been the secret supporters of General Chang, in his invasion of Taiwan. Unlike the Americans, they have not rushed their effort to produce a super powered being. But Supergirl’s encounter with this menace is another story, for another time.