After a few seconds of disorientation, Supergirl’s head began to clear and the haziness that clouded her vision began to dissipate. Her painful moans became screams as she elevated herself onto her hands and knees. Every muscle on her body was sore, but as she exhaustedly crawled toward the stream, it was her breasts that caused her the most agony.
The stream was gentle and fairly shallow, reaching just above her waist as she stood on her knees, ass on her ankles. Frantically the Maid of Might began the painful process of striping her guck, cum, sweat and dirt filled costume from her battered body. “UUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!” shouted the young blond as she freed her left foot from her boot, completing the removal of her costume, which she left floating beside her.
Periodically the Maid of Might would have to wrap her arms around her washboard stomach, in an effort to ease the pain, as her body vomited out the gooey liquid she was forced to swallow.
The pervasive, sticky nature of the guck, along with the tenderness of her body was making the removal of the slime, from Supergirl’s sensational body, a cumbersome task. Her gorgeous blond hair, both North and South, took the longest to rinse but her greatest difficulty came from her pussy. All the shame and humiliation came flooding back when she began wiping the cum, and guck from her most super of spots. “How could this happen? How could Lexus do this to me?” cried Supergirl as she tearfully fingered her widely open cunt, removing the vile green substance from within. The Maid of Might after looking at her floating costume began to break down and cry, her arms falling to her sides as she wept. Tears along with water from her soaked faced and hair dripped down into the stream, as she shamefully hung her head, remembering all that had happened.
Several minutes passed before the girl was able to pull herself together. Wiping the tears from her eyes, the heroine began crawling towards her drenched, floating costume. With the green substance fully removed, Supergirl’s powers returned, and her body rapidly began to heal. However, a full recovery was still some time away, her aching muscles making this all too clear as she rose to her feet. Taking a tender, caressing hold of her still slightly bruised breasts, the Girl of Steel found great relief in the recovery of their firmness, and return to their perfectly tear dropped shape.
Occasional grunts accompanied the Maid of Might’s struggle to slip back into her soaking costume. What usually took seconds had turned into a several minute long ordeal, as the blond beauty had to pull and tug her way into what traditionally was a comfortable, pleasurable fit. As the girl made some final adjustments to her costume, it had ridden up her ass, she became fixated by the S stretched across her breasts. What should have filled her with pride and accomplishment instead brought her back to the brink of tears. The image of her violation kept playing in her mind, causing her to place her hands over her lower abdomen, as she remembered how the sheer size of the coil caused it to bulge out with each brutal penetration. The heroic blond saw her sensational pussy rammed apart, shuttering at the remembrance of having her tight vagina so brutally stretched. But behind all the pain and torment, Supergirl kept hearing a laugh, the sound of a woman enjoying her humiliation, ushering it on. “Lexus!” blurted out Supergirl, finally lifting her gaze away from her tits and into the sky. The Girl of Steel’s blue eyes burned with anger, her arms were stretched out at her sides in fists, as she breathed deep, loud breaths. Water dripped from her wet body back into the stream. “LEXUS!” shouted Supergirl with all her might before speeding into the sky.
The Luthor Corp Guards upon their arrival at the water treatment facility had stormed the complex, but their search had failed to turn up Supergirl. They did however discover Elisha’s unconscious body smeared with the energy sucking green slime. As the guards emerged from the building they heard the Maid of Might’s shattering scream, but could not clearly make out what she had yelled. They did however spot the trail of guck the Girl of Steel had left on route to the stream. Their investigation found nothing except blobs of green slime slowly floating down the stream. The Captain of the unit knew he had to report in but feared the temper he would run into on the other end of the line.
Supergirl soared through the sky towards New York; the sheer speed at which she flew had dried her off in seconds. She was determined to make Lexus pay for what she had done, not just to her but also to Kate, and all the others who had stood in her way.
Though President of the United States, Lexus resided at Luthor Corp headquarters, in New York, as often as she inhabited the White House. Lexus was supposed to have severed all connections between her and Luthor Corp, in order to ascend to the Presidency, but clandestinely she was still in charge. Kate Stone and Supergirl had been investigating these links, and their success was primarily the reasons for what had transpired, minutes ago, at the water treatment facility.
“I’m not interested in green slime Captain! What interests me is the fact that Supergirl escaped, and unlike you I don’t have the luxury of being stripped of my rank, destined to serve out the rest of my days guarding some remote research facility in some back water, piss poor third world nation!” angrily declared President Lexus Luthor before tossing the cell phone against the nearest wall, shattering it to pieces. “Why won’t that bitch die? She’s just one girl, a blond at that; and yet no matter how well conceived the plan the little cunt keeps getting away. I’m telling you it’s some kind of divine conspiracy.”
“UUUMMM…something wrong Boss?”
Lexus’s ragging green eyes powerfully glared at the three members of her elite guard, staring down the one who had asked the foolish question. “It would be best to lay low for a few days. Clear my schedule and prepare my departure, I don’t want to be around in case…
The shattering of the nigh indestructible glass ceiling interrupted Lexus’s speech, forcing her and her elite guards to protect their heads, as it came raining down upon them. When the lethal down pore had abated the four glass covered women found the Girl of Steel angrily strutting towards them.
Supergirl showed no signs of being any worse for wear after her ordeal except for her hair, which was tangled up in a messy state. “You’re going to answer for what you’ve done!” sternly promised the young heroine, her indignant eyes fixated on Lexus. “I’m going to expose you to the public, show them the evil that you are.”
“Don’t forget who you’re talking to girl. I’m the President of the United States and you’ll show me the proper respect,” contemptuously replied Lexus as she spread her legs and placed her hands on her hips in mockery of the Girl of Steel’s pose.
“Not even the President is above the law Lexus!”
“Ha Ha Ha…I think I hear you daddy calling; ladies please show our guest the way out,” said Lexus to her bodyguards before turning around and heading into her office.
Supergirl infuriated by Lexus’ derision stormed after her only to be blocked by one of the guards, and surrounded by the other two. These women were part of the same corps as Elisha, possessing similar physical characteristics and wearing the same form fitting black jackets and short, tight skirts over their athletic bodies. “You’ll get out of my way if you know what’s good for you,” said Supergirl to the woman directly in front of her. The two females stared into each other’s eyes for several seconds neither willing to back down. Only once Lexus was in her office sealed behind a 20-inch tick steel door did the woman step aside, but not before giving the young heroine a slight sneer.
Lexus is fooling herself if she thinks this barrier is going to stop me, thought Supergirl as she prepared to force her way into the office. But before the heroic blond could attempt to dismantle the door her face was driven into the steel; the guard who had sneered at her had snuck up from behind and forcefully taken hold of her hair.
After viciously yanking down on the heroine’s hair, so her face was looking straight up, the guard quickly reintroduced the girl’s face into the steel. Pressing her advantage, the woman followed up her attack with two consecutive blows into the Maid of Might’s lower spine, further arching the screaming blonde’s back. “Time to go for a ride cutie!” announced the woman as she took hold of the heroine’s shapely, tight ass with her left hand, her right continuing to yank the girl’s hair, as she lifted her above her head.
The force with which Supergirl was thrown across room nearly collapsed the wall she crashed into. The second it took her to recover was all the other two guards needed to each grab hold of an arm and lift the supine girl back onto her feet. Maintaining a restraining grip on the Girl of Steel’s wrists both women prepared to strike at the blond beauty’s tits, with their free hand.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” hollered Supergirl as her firm, perfectly tear dropped breasts, which were the perfect size for her slim, athletic body, were flattened by her opponents’ fists. Her tits were the only part of her body still not fully healed, and her agony desperately drove her to break free of her opponents. Screaming in pain, but also as a means to summon her strength, Supergirl broke free with such force that her foes were sent crashing into each other.
The Girl of Steel immediately tended to her aching breasts, hunching her shoulders in and leaning forward in an effort to overcome the pain.
As Supergirl looked up she noticed the two women were still dazed from their collision, but quickly recovering. A psi blast quickly disposed of the guard on her left, leaving the woman unconscious after slamming into a far wall. Supergirl felt a desire to take care of the guard on her right in a more personal manner; removing her left hand from her right breasts she unleashed a devastating hook. The woman collapsed to the ground on the opposite side of the room, blood seeping from her split lower lip. It was obvious the woman wasn’t getting back up and Supergirl quickly turned her attention back to her aching breasts. But as the heroine’s left hand returned to her right tit she spotted something out of the corner of her eye. Oh no! I forgot about the third guard thought a startled Supergirl, as she turned to face her opponent.
The charging woman rammed her right shoulder into Supergirl’s flat and toned midsection, wrapping her arms around the girl’s waist as she lifted her off of her feet “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” bellowed the Girl of Steel as her back was driven into the wall.
The third guard then pressed her advantage by lashing out at the Maid of Might’s midsection with a left, right combination. The woman’s next strike was to the girl’s face, snapping it to the side with her left hook. However, the guard’s next blow failed to connect, having been caught at the wrist by the heroine’s left hand. The woman made several futile attempts to break free of Supergirl’s hold before attempting a desperation blow with her left hand, but like its predecessor it too was caught at the wrist.
Supergirl was tired of this encounter and knew it was well passed time to put and end to this foolishness; casually she began applying pressure to the woman’s power enhancing bracelets that covered her wrists. While the Girl of Steels’ face showed no expression, the woman terrifyingly gasped in fear as her titanium bracelets cracked and shattered. After releasing the guard, Supergirl, placed her hands on her hips and spread out her legs, entering her famous pose.
Massaging her wrists, the woman stumbled back in disbelief, shaking her head as she glanced down upon her fragmented bracelets. One look into Supergirl’s confident, light blue eyes sent the woman turning and running for the elevator.
The Girl of Steel allowed the guard to escape, she had come for Lexus not her underlings. The steel door that bared her way into Lexus’ office proved to be made out of the same resilient material as the room with the coils. But not even the state of the art techniques and various components that forged this metal were enough to deny Supergirl access. As the Maid of Might tore her way into the office she found Lexus calmly waiting for her.
“Who do you think you’re fooling princess? You’re not going to hurt me! We both know I’ve done far worse than murder your friend or violate that gorgeous tight cunt of yours,” said Lexus as she took a couple steps towards Supergirl, cocking her left hip to the side upon coming to a stop.
“You’re a monster Lexus but I promise you your days are numbered. We’ll just see if the people remain behind you after I expose you for the cancer that you are. I’m going to bring forward every last ounce of corruption, every dubious dealing and murder you’ve every committed,” promised Supergirl as she closed the remaining distance between the President and herself.
Inside Lexus was boiling, but she managed to keep charge of her emotions. Supergirl had caught her unprepared and she knew that her only chance lay with the kryptonite ring on her left hand, which she kept concealed behind her back. “Oh… get over yourself Supergirl! Could you be any more self-righteous? You should listen to yourself, you pompous, arrogant whore,” exclaimed Lexus as she watched the Girl of Steel approach, coming to a stop a mere foot away. Lexus now began moving her right hand behind her back, preparing to flip open the top of her lead lined ring, on her left hand, that housed the kryptonite.
Supergirl had fallen prey to Lexus’s kryptonite ring once before, the memory of that encounter was too strong for her to allow that to happen again.* Just as Lexus was about to flip open the ring, Supergirl took hold of the woman’s left arm and neck.
“Unhand me! I’m the President of…!” Lexus was unable to finish her demand as Supergirl tightened her grip around her neck and raised her off of her feet.
“Know that I hold the power of life and death over you Lexus. Know that I have decided to spare your life,” declared Supergirl before removing the deadly ring from the President’s finger and tossing her aside.
Lexus landed with a thud on the floor, sliding on her ass till her back hit the wall on the far side of her office. Her red hair had partially fallen out of its bun and her widely parted legs allowed her panties to be seen. Looking up at the approaching Maid of Might Lexus swore, “you’ll pay for this Supergirl…nobody does this to me!”
“Save you’re threats Lexus,” responded the Girl of Steel as she looked down upon her archrival, striking her famous pose. “You have three days before I go to the press, if you haven’t resigned from office by then I’ll tell them all I know about you.”
“I bet you think you’re pretty clever, throwing my own words back at me…humiliating me like this?”
“Three days Lexus,” repeated Supergirl before taking off and smashing through the office skylight, forcing Lexus to curl up into a ball to avoid the falling glass for a second time.
“BITCH!” Lexus’ scream echoed throughout the room. Raising herself back onto her feet, the President shook the glass from her body, before brushing aside the hair that covered her face and pulling down her skirt. “That was unpleasant,” she stated, before staggering out of her office to find two of her elite guards unconscious, and the room in state of disrepair. “You should have finished me Supergirl,” said Lexus as she examined her ring-less left hand, which she then clenched into a fist, vowing never to resign.
Lexus’ mind was racing, trying to come up with a strategy…any strategy by which to finally put an end to the Girl of Steel. Supergirl was an idol to billions, a symbol of hope and justice throughout the world. A hero to little girls, while her perfect body made her something different to teenaged boys, women and men. Against this girl, Lexus knew she could not win any public debate.
Lexus’ level of frustration began to grow as she realized just how desperate her situation really was. Seven was somewhere at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean; Supergirl after repeated defeats at the hands of this metallic monster had dumped her there, in perhaps her only possible recourse to victory. Tamika Mauler was still recovering from a broken back, and even with the help of Luthor Corp scientists it was doubtful she could be made ready to fight within three days. Lexus however was in possession of Superior Girl’s body, she was a genetically enhanced version of Supergirl herself, with three times her powers and abilities. But thus far all attempts at revitalizing her had failed, and even if they managed to succeed there was still no way of controlling her. Lexus was about to despair when she remembered a face; the name of the girl escaped her but the intense hatred of Supergirl in her eyes had been burned into her memory.
Richard was there to greet Supergirl as she descended down onto the balcony of their apartment. Caressingly taking hold of her slender shoulders, Richard guided her towards him. But her slight reluctance and worried expression prevented him from completing his embrace. “What’s wrong?” asked Richard as he placed his right hand on her left cheek. Her hesitancy to answer worried him, but she soon reassured him by placing her hand over his, warmly keeping it against her face. “Come on baby what’s wrong?” pressed Richard, moving his hand from her soft cheek and into her tangled hair, noticing for the first time its chaotic state.
“Kate’s dead,” answered Supergirl, briefly looking into Richard’s eyes before turning away and saying, “Lexus killed her.”
“Oh my God!”
“She tried to kill me as well,” added the young blond as she crossed her arms over her body.
“But as usual she failed. No one messes with my Supergirl,” responded Richard, coming up from behind and wrapping his arms around her.
Supergirl stayed silent, she was too ashamed to tell him what Lexus had done to her. In his eyes, as well as the rest of the world’s, she was the undefeatable Girl of Steel, one of the mightiest beings in the universe. Her violation would devastate him, shaking the confidence and undying belief he had in her; to destroy this would be more than she could possibly bear. “I…I don’t’ want to talk about this anymore. Could we just go out?” asked Supergirl, turning to face her boyfriend.
“If that’s what you want,” supportively consented Richard.
“You’re the best,” announced a relieved Maid of Might before giving her man a kiss. She then ran her fingers through her tangled hair before adding, “Just give me a few minutes, I really need to shower.” There would be time enough to talk about the ultimatum she had given Lexus as well as the ring she had taken.
Nina, from an adjacent building, watched as Supergirl began slipping out of her costume and heading towards the bathroom. Patiently she waited for the couple to leave before circumspectly breaking into their apartment. To her surprise, Supergirl was rather careless when it came to hiding her costumes; she found the one the heroine had been wearing lying on the bathroom floor, while a few extras hung in her closet. Nina excitedly went through the blonde’s clothes, examining various articles of interest. She tried to remind herself that time was precious, that she could ill afford to give in to these inner desires, but no matter how logical she tried to be there was one indulgence she just couldn’t refuse.
Nina rapidly stripped off her black, skin-tight outfit, hastily dropping the bottom and top to the floor before heading into the bathroom. She immediately took notice of the smoothness of Supergirl’s costume, as she prepared to put it on. Even though the costume was custom made for Supergirl’s body, Nina had no difficult slipping it on, except for when it came to her breasts. Her larger bust lowered the collar and stretched the S logo so that it became slightly see through. But except for this, Nina had no problem filling the Girl of Steel’s costume; her toned curves and more definitive muscular cuts were easily visible through the thin, form revealing fabric.
Nina placed her arms akimbo and spread her legs in parody of Supergirl as she admiringly stared at herself in the full body mirror. Undoubtedly the Maid of Might did the exact same thing thought Nina, relishing in the unparalleled comfort of the costume. But as good as she looked and felt, Nina had to admit that somehow Supergirl just looked better; half-heartedly she managed to convince herself that it was just the blonde hair.
Gradually the novelty of wearing the costume wore off, to be replaced by disgust and opprobrium. Nina spit at her image in the mirror upon the realization that her conduct was dishonoring her sister’s memory, and everything she had vowed to do since her death. She grabbed the costume by the S, preparing to rip it off, but managed to regain her senses before committing the act.
Leaving the costume how she found it, Nina quickly slipped back into her own outfit before resuming her original objective. Throughout the apartment covering every possible angle and location, she strategically concealed miniscule cameras and listening devices. Within the smoke detector directly over the bed, Nina concealed a replica of the device she had used to stimulate Supergirl in class. Within minutes the task was complete and Nina existed the apartment as surreptitiously as she had entered.
* See Supergirl: Genes for the story of this encounter