“SUPERGIRL!” screamed Elisha in response to young blonde’s sudden appearance in the gymnasium, from the doors leading to the girl’s change room.
The sprinting heroine came to a graceful stop a few meters away from the two villains, confidently entering into her pose. “I have a score to settle with the two of you!” authoritatively announced The Maid of Might, doing her best to flex her sexy, toned body in the vain hope of matching the astounding definition of her masked opponent, whose lean muscles effortless shone through her costume.
Elisha, after receiving the go ahead nod from Nina, steeped toward The Girl of Steel and said: “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into super slut!”
Supergirl dismissed Elisha’s bravado with a smirk, before contemptuously remarking: “Nice outfit Elisha, I guess Lexus finally got tired of your losing record.”
Elisha now pulled out all the stops determined to prove the victor in this catty exchange: “You’re looking a little flushed there Supergirl, you must have had quit the workout? Been playing with yourself again have we…it must be tough not being able to score yourself a man?”
“How dare you!” protested the nubile girl, reeling from the force of her opponent’s diatribe. At this point, Nina turned her back on The Maid of Might and began walking towards the exit. “Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” shouted the heroine, determined to bring this murderer to justice. But Elisha’s left fist put an end to Supergirl’s pursuit, crashing her into the stands, her ass cracking the wooden plank she landed on.
Nina’s enhancements to Elisha’s armbands were instantly noticed by the Girl of Steel, who had to clear her head by shaking it from side to side as she raised herself back onto her feet. “You can upgrade your armbands a hundred times over Elisha, but you’ll never be in my league,” declared The Maid of Might as she charged her attacker.
Supergirl, was only a few quick strides away from Elisha, preparing to strike with her left fist, when the true extent of Nina’s improvements were revealed, as Elisha stretched out her arms and unleashed a blue, energy blast into the heroic blonde’s S covered breasts. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” hollered Supergirl, as she was sent smashing back into the stands, this time all the way through to the wall.
Pieces of wood from the broken stands were scattered around the vicinity of the downed heroine, creaking as they were stomped on by the approaching villain. Supergirl’s right arm swept her hair from her face, as she raised herself to her knees, before crossing her body to join her left arm in caressing her sore tits.
Elisha, paid little attention to the heroine’s clenched teeth or enraged eyes, deciding instead to pursue her assault with words rather than action. “What’s the matter little girl; don’t tell me I managed to deflate those mosquito bites of yours along with your ego?”
Supergirl answered with a swift kick to Elisha’s chiseled abs, which showcased her phenomenal agility as well as her incredible flexibility. Equally as impressive was the speed with which the young blonde managed to spring back onto her feet. “You humiliated me back at the water treatment facility Elisha, but now you’re going to learn just what the S stands for,” promised Supergirl as she let loose her left fist.
Elisha was in no position to defend herself; her arms were covering her aching abs, while her outstretched face provided a perfect target for The Girl of Steel. The blow, rather comically, left Elisha spinning, stumbling backwards until she finally collapsed with a large thud upon the floor. Blood dripped from her split lower lip and the left side of her mouth was bruised. Elisha’s askew pony tail was coming apart and as she struggled to lift her disoriented 6’0, athletically conditioned frame off of the wooden floors she could see The Girl of Steel posing before her through her blond locks. She knew she couldn’t take much more, as much as it hurt to admit she was no match for Supergirl. But if she could just hold out a bit longer the crystals would take effect, and then she would put this arrogant, self-righteous bitch in her place.
“Tell me about the girl in the mask and I might just take it easy on…AAAHHHHH!” shouted the surprised beauty. From her hands and knees, Elisha, like a sprinter at the beginning of a race, leaped forward, lunging her shoulder into the ill prepared girl’s perfectly toned and flat abs. The attack lifted The Girl of Steel off of her feet, bending her at the waist, while her screaming opponent prepared to ram her against the gymnasium wall. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” bellowed the young blond from the collision, which sent cracks through the wall in every direction. Her back naturally suffered most, but her washboard abs received further punishment from the drilling of her opponent’s shoulder.
This time Elisha pressed her advantage, going to work on the girl’s exquisite face. Supergirl’s head snapped from left to right as she fell victim to her opponent’s viscous hooks. Elisha was disheartened by the lack of physical damage after six consecutive blows, but she didn’t get discouraged, instead she took it as a sign to switch tactics. Supergirl instantly reacted with both hands to the gripping of her neck, but before she could take action her body froze from the sudden appearance of Elisha’s other hand around her pussy. “Stop that!” exclaimed the shocked Maid of Might.
“That’s right honey, I forgot, this spot is reserved solely for your fingers,” jabbed the villain as she lifted the struggling heroine over her head. “Don’t tell me the great Supergirl is a virgin, not with a body like yours?” teased Elisha, devoting a few seconds to fondling the girl’s cunt before tossing her head first into the cracked wall.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” screamed Supergirl as she smashed through the wall, protecting her head with her arms. She landed on a table between a socializing couple, spilling their drinks, before falling to the floor on top of the male. A broad, blissful smile encompassed the guy’s face, all too happy to have broken The Maid of Might’s fall, delighting in having her sensational, tight, body pressed against his. The excessively sweaty heroine instantly directed the male’s attention to her cupped breasts, obtaining a quick and embarrassed apology. Supergirl’s hast to get up wasn’t just out of concern for her opponent, but out of disgust from the male’s growing erection; an erection that would cost him endless grief at the hands of his girlfriend.
Elisha had barely made her way into the student bar, through the busted wall, when she was tackled by the flying Supergirl, who crashed her through the opposite side of the gym. The villain’s back was instantly bruised; she wanted to collapse but was prevented from doing so by The Girl of Steel’s hold on the right strap of her sports bra. The fight had now moved outside to the heart of the campus, drawing the attention of countless students.
As Supergirl drew her right arm back in preparation for a punch, she began to feel a burning sensation spreading throughout her breasts; the pain was slight but enough to elicit a hurt filled gasp.
“Something wrong Supergirl?” inquired Elisha, breaking out a smile, blood dripping from her lower lip.
“Shut up!” shouted The Maid of Might as she once again began drawing her right fists back. “Now, you’re going to tell me what you’re doing here and who that…AAAAHHHHHH….and who that gir…AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” screamed the young beauty no longer able to ignore the acute pain, forcing her to release Elisha to the ground, and desperately clutch at her tits. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
“You just can’t get enough of yourself…hey princess!” said Elisha, raising herself back onto her feet.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
“Wow, those perfect little titties of yours must really be hurting?” questioned Elisha, feigning concern.
“Oh RAO, what have you done to me…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! How…AAAAAAHHHHHHH… are you doing…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH….this!” screamed the suffering Supergirl, her hands savagely tearing at her burning breasts.
“I wish I could tell you that things are going to get better girl, but truth is you haven’t felt anything yet!” promised Elisha, as she slipped her right hand under Supergirl’s skirt and firmly took hold of the blond beauty’s barely concealed cunt.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” hollered The Girl of Steel, as her sensational pussy flared up with pain. Agony like none the girl had known before left her screaming wildly, spit flying from her mouth, instantly forcing her to bend her knees and waist; her hands racing to liberate her enflamed vulva from her tormentor’s rubbing grip. Supergirl, despite Elisha’s best efforts, quickly gained possession of her cunt, replacing her foe’s violating hand with both of her own. But the damage had been done, the villain had succeeded in activating the crystals, and spreading them directly onto the heroine’s vulva, pubic hairs and most detrimentally between the girl’s nether lips and into her vagina.
The stunned, and constantly growing, crowd was filled with disbelief at the sight of the great Supergirl screaming in such agony, afflicted by some mysterious ailment. Many of the students, especially the girls, were wearing Supergirl t-shirts, and virtually all had her sexy image on their walls. They were all certainly perplexed by The Maid of Might’s grabbing of her pussy, but not as much as they were excited, especially as she slipped her hands under the narrow piece of blue fabric between her legs; it was just like so many of their dreams.
Supergirl’s tight and shapely ass, which the media teasingly referred to as the “Buns of Steel,” was sticking way out thanks to her bent knees and waist. An uninterrupted flow of torturous screams escaped from her saliva spitting mouth, which only finally ceased upon delivery of Elisha’s fist against her pain stricken face. A flurry of punches pummeled the young blonde’s angelic face, her relentless opponent keeping pace as she went stumbling back. “Fall Goddamn you…fall!” demanded Elisha, mercilessly impacting her left fist into the heroine’s right cheek, already prepared to strike again with her opposite hand.
Elisha’s tenacity finally paid off, her right violently snapped Supergirl’s head to the side, soon followed by the rest of her body as she plummeted to the ground. The Girl of Steel’s left cheek was lightly bruised and a stream of blood flew from her mouth, staining the grass, as her face impacted the earth. What Supergirl had done with a single punch, Elisha had finally managed to repay.
The perspiration drenched heroine felt as if the world was spinning around her, but instinctively she began lifting herself off of the ground. A moments rest upon getting to her hands and knees cleared her mind and restored her bearings, but the renewal of her senses also brought back the excruciating pain from her breasts, and more severely her cunt. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…RAO, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…PLEASE!” pleaded the girl, screaming into the heavens from her knees, her hands taking hold of her pussy over her mini skirt.
The Maid of Might’s suffering was too severe for her to pay any attention to Elisha, who was coming up behind her. But she was quickly made aware, as the villainess slipped her arms under her own sweaty armpits en route to grabbing her equally perspiring tits. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” hollered Supergirl, as she was lifted back onto her feet. Upon making contact with the heroine’s breasts, Elisha began mauling them, fully activating the crystals, spreading them over every inch of the girl’s perfectly tear drop shaped tits.
The crystals had been genetically tailored specifically for The Maid of Might, and the quality of Nina’s work was perfectly evident through the girl’s horror filled screams. Had the viewing audience been able to see under the young blonde’s costume then perhaps they would have understood her plight for her firm breasts and wondrous vulva were now a deep sore red. The Girl of Steel’s sexual regions felt as if countless, inch long needles had been driven into them, filling them with an itching, torturously painful burning.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Supergirl’s breasts, thanks to Elisha’s mauling, were now hurting her even more than her pussy, leaving the poor girl in tears, desperate to free her tits. But just as the tormented beauty took hold of Elisha’s wrists, the villainess unleashed her energy attack directly into the girl’s clutched tits. The point blank assault on Supergirl’s already damaged breasts lasted for approximately thirty seconds. The heroine’s arms instantly shot out to her sides, wildly shaking just like her legs, as her body violently convulsed, perspiration flying from her body, her sweaty hair lashing at her face, as she struggled to stay conscious.
Upon being released the limp Girl of Steel dropped to her knees and would have fallen on her face if not for her opponent’s intervention. Elisha pulled down on Supergirl’s sticky hair, lifting her head up in order to get a better look at the girl’s pretty face. Clumps of sweaty blond hair wrapped themselves around Supergirl’s head, her eyes were rolling into the top of her head, blood was spattered around her mouth, and her left cheek was lightly bruised. Elisha, was ecstatic with The Girl of Steel’s condition, she especially liked the way her arms just dangled at her sides. The villainess, before tossing Supergirl onto her back spit on the blonde beauty’s bruised left cheek, from where the saliva proceeded to run down her face.
The supine heroine continued to be tormented by the blue crystals; weakly she managed to get her hands onto her breast where she began tearing into them. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” pathetically screamed the glossy eyed Maid of Might, who now began trying to rip off her costume at the S.
“We’ll have none of that now princess,” scolded Elisha, as she pressed her left foot into Supergirl’s cunt, pushing the narrow strip of fabric between the girl’s nether lips, allowing the crystals to penetrate further into her vagina.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” hollered the prodigious blond, the increased pain snapping her back to reality, causing her to release her S logo and send her hands to the relief of her pussy.
Elisha, voluntarily removed her foot before the arrival of Supergirl’s hands. She took a moment to savor the sight of the gorgeous beauty prying her costume out of her cunt, her back slightly raised off of the grass, before taking aim at the grimacing girl’s S logo.
Elisha’s energy blast drilled into Supergirl’s exquisite breasts, pushing the heroine’s body into the ground before sending her sliding through the field, leaving a trench of earth in her wake. Aside from staining Supergirl’s cape with grass and dirt the friction with the ground was wearing down the material, causing large holes to form through the fabric. The power of Elisha’s attack was such that The Girl of Steel continued to be hurled across the field even once she was out of range, and had it not been for the tree how far she would have gone is anyone’s guess.
To say that the young blond has a hard head is no insult, for the tree definitely got the worst of the collision. But regardless, the sweaty girl was not in good condition, the crystals continued to wreck havoc on her intimates, subjecting the heroic beauty to a maddening level of torment. What was happening was suppose to be impossible for the invulnerable Maid of Might, and yet her suffering only increased with each passing second, as her burning red sexual regions continued to deteriorate. Just because the Maid of Might reached for her tits and not her cunt is not to say that the agony caused by the latter was minor and could be ignored, but simply attests to the fact that her breasts had been attacked last. The pain from her tits swelled as she took hold but somehow it was just worse if she let go. Her erotic zones had been reduced to such a sensitive state that even the soft, pleasurable fit of her costume caused her distress. “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…RAO…MAKE IT STOP…MAKE IT STOP…OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” screamed the girl as her fingers tore into her breast, desperate to rip off her costume.
“What did I tell you about that princess,” stated Elisha as her right hand took hold of Supergirl’s left leg, pulling her forward so that her left hand could savagely clutch the girl’s vulva. Once again, Elisha’s timely intervention had prevented the heroine from tearing off her costume. The pain consumed the young beauty, leaving her little control over her body, which violently jerked about as she was dragged towards the nearby reflective pool. Elisha had great difficulty retaining her hold on Supergirl’s left leg and vulva, but even though she had taken a few painful, but uncontrolled, kicks from the girl’s loose right leg she was still able to make progress. The villainess found it useful to give Supergirl’s cunt a good squeeze coupled with a short energy blast whenever the gorgeous blond made an attempt to get free; delighting in the eruption of screams that followed.
The media networks viscously competed for Supergirl coverage, each having several crews on standby devoted solely to documenting her exploits. Over the years they had become exceedingly proficient at responding to emergencies and covering her fights. They new exactly what the home viewers wanted and the ratings spiked each time the prodigious beauty appeared on screen. The world couldn’t get enough of Supergirl and recently, thanks to her humiliating episode in Washington D.C., the spotlight had only gotten brighter. So it should come as no surprise that the media was already on sight.
Elisha after much difficulty with the struggling heroine finally managed to reach the reflecting pool, but she just couldn’t resist playing to the cameras. In one swift motion the villainess elevated Supergirl into the air, lifting the girl above her head by her vulva. Elisha’s right hand continued to hold onto The Girl of Steel’s left leg but this was mainly for support and balance.
Elisha’s barbaric grip on Supergirl’s vulva brutally pressed the crystals against her sweaty cunt increasing the girl’s agony to intolerable levels, but the worst was still to come. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” hollered The Maid of Might as Elisha unleashed a twenty second energy barrage into her severally ravaged pussy. Supergirl’s entire body was vibrating from the assault, her arms and legs shaking at her sides. The heroine’s skirt prevented the crowed and cameras from getting an exact visual of the assault on her snatch, but the blue glow emanating from beneath made it clear enough.
With a splash the bellowing heroine fell into the two foot deep reflecting pool, upon being released by her assailant. Immediately the agony ridden girl tended to her burning red, savagely brutalized cunt. Her arms pinned her short, red mini skirt against her lap, allowing all to see her hands caressing her pussy under her thin strip of costume. Thanks to her widely parted knees the water reached as high as the young beauty’s vulva and the suffering girl frantically splashed it against, and into her vagina. Mercifully the burning and irritation in her cunt began to die down, and the relieved blond watched with a sense of confusion as a blue dye appeared in the water around her pussy.
Nina was amazed at how effective her crystals had been, and prior to Elisha’s blunder of tossing Supergirl into the pool she was on the verge of interfering in the battering. No wonder you failed all those time to defeat Supergirl, thought Nina, you’re careless and stupid; you allow emotion to interfere with victory. Nina no longer needed to watch the fight the outcome she desired was no longer in question. Turning away she began making her way off of the roof, and heading for her apartment to await Supergirl.
“Feeling better cunt? Well not for long!” stated Elisha as she once again drove her hands into Supergirl’s breasts, forcing her onto her back and submerging her under the water. A crazed look took over Elisha’s face as she tightened her grip on the girl’s severely tender breasts and once again let loose her energy attack. The villainess’ assault was intensified by the water, the energy filling the pool and striking The Maid of Might’s body from all directions, paralyzing her. Supergirl’s body was convulsing under the water, which drowned her tormented screams. Her tits suffered most, filling with energy and threatening to burst, while simultaneously being bitten into by her opponent’s hands. Elisha could only partially see Supergirl’s distressed face thanks to the air bubbles escaping from the girl’s mouth and from the steam that was rising from the water around the girl’s tortured breasts, which were also leaking the blue dye. Little air was left in Supergirl’s lungs but no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t assert control over her paralyzed muscles. Her frantic eyes stared at the distorted image of Elisha, desperate to find a way out of her predicament. For the second time she tried to focus just long enough to launch a psi blast, but the pain was just too much for her to handle. As she watched her last breath float to the surface The Girl of Steel, despite the pain, managed a few thoughts on Richard and the disbelief of what was happening to her.
And then, just as The Maid of Might was blanking out, Elisha stopped and released her breasts. Summoning every last ounce of will she had left, the panicked heroine succeeded in getting to the surface. Water gushed from her coughing mouth and would continue to do so as the panting girl desperately struggled for breath.
Supergirl was horribly weak, barely managing to keep her head above the water on her widely parted hands and knees. But she was recovering quickly and as her mind began to settle she was relieved to feel a drastically lower level of pain emanating from her sexual regions. They still hurt and remained sore and bright red under her costume but no longer was she being overwhelmed by the pain. Around her submerged breasts the young beauty could see the blue dye, just like she had noticed seeping from her pussy. Oblivious to the crowed, cameras and even to the watching Elisha, Supergirl pulled her costume forward by the collar, facilitating the water’s access to her tits. The Girl of Steel then slipped her free left hand under her outstretched collar and began rinsing her breasts. The pain Supergirl felt, and too a lesser extent continued to feel, prepared her for the sight of her severely reddened tits, but as her hand took hold she was dismayed, even frightened by their severely tender state.
The cameramen, who struggled to find the appropriate angle, shared her disappointment, if not her grief, at the sight of her no longer firm tits, whose youthful vitality seemed to have been zapped away.
My tits…my perfect tits, grieved the crying heroine, who for the first time took notice of the crystals; removing her left hand from her breasts and placing it before her face. “What are these? How did you get them inside my costume?” asked the heroine of her tormentor.
“What’s the matter girl, afraid that you’re sexy little tities won’t heal?” said Elisha as she slapped away Supergirl’s outstretched left hand, and lifted her into the air by her S logo.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” shouted the young blond from the pain of having the strip of costume between her legs so firmly pressed against her devastated pussy.
“You know princess my offer still stands, I would be willing to leave you be for the small price of having you scrub me clean each day with that sexy little bush of yours. Be my love slave, dressing me, chewing my food and pleasuring me upon command and I might just let you live. Who knows…I might even let you continue being Supergirl.” The soaking wet heroine’s reply came in the form of a spit to the face.
“You shouldn’t have done that sweetheart,” exclaimed Elisha, wiping away the saliva.”
“I’m Supergirl and nobody speaks to me that way!” stated the young blond, releasing a psi blast into Elisha’s face. The villainess was completely surprised by the heroine’s renewed resistance, thinking her already beaten. The Maid of Might may not have been at full strength, but her blast was still powerful enough to cut Elisha across the face, before sending her tumbling back against the ground.
“This is impossible, you should be finished! You can’t have recovered already, not after the beating I gave you!” protested Elisha, wiping the blood from her face, as she lifted her grass and dirt stained body off of the ground.
“Nothing is impossible for The Girl of Steel, Elisha,” answered the approaching Supergirl, doing her best to hide the pain she felt from walking.
“I won’t be denied my victory! I won’t lose to you again!” shouted Elisha as she fired her energy blast. The normally athletic Supergirl was in no condition to avoid the attack, having little option other than to counter it with a psi blast. At first neither female had the advantage but slowly The Maid of Might’s blast started overpowering Elisha’s. “No I won’t let this happen…I won’t be bested by the likes of you!” yelled the villainess, calling forth every last volt of power she could from her armbands. Despite her efforts, Elisha could not stem the tide, her armbands were being strained beyond their capacity and still Supergirl’s psi blast continued to get closer. Unable to take the strain being imposed upon them Elisha’s armbands exploded, searing her flesh and leaving her wide open to Supergirl’s attack, which ripped through her sports bra, creating a gash across her chest before knocking her onto her back.
“It’s over Elisha!” proclaimed the wet heroine as she stood in her pose above her fallen foe. This was the iconic moment that audiences just ate up, but somehow it was not the same, and every member of the global audience knew the problem lay with the heroine’s breasts. The girl’s tits simply failed to fill her costume and stretch her S logo as before. They no longer maintained their perfectly tear dropped shape, instead they appeared soft and flabby; for lack of a better term, they no longer appeared super.
As The Girl of Steel bent down beside Elisha she was forced to clench her teeth from the pain. The heroic blond felt little sympathy for her opponent who was unable to move her scorched arms and was teetering on the brink of unconsciousness. However, none of the woman’s injuries were life threatening, and Supergirl saw no harm in questioning her. “Tell me about the masked girl, Elisha? Who is she?”
“That bitch, she…she promised to intervene if things went wrong.”
“Where can I find her?” pressed The Girl of Steel, grasping Elisha’s shoulder and giving her a firm shake to keep her conscious.
Elisha gave up the location of Nina’s uptown apartment but added, “You’ll never beat her Supergirl. She knows you too well…carefully prep…preparing her plans. She’s going to break you super…slut.”
“Elisha…Elisha!” called Supergirl but she was unable to revive her. Standing back up proved to be equally painful for the gorgeous blond who left Elisha to the police and medics. The media, led by the National Enquirer’s Richard Boyle, was screaming for her to answer some questions.