“Supergirl you filthy whore, how are you going to explain your actions this time round; surely the American people deserve more than, “I’m just a girl?”
“What are you talking about Boyle? I don’t have time for your shenanigans,” snapped the irritated blond, making no effort to hide her disdain for this man.
“You lying bitch! Are you denying the fact that you were pleasuring yourself throughout this entire so called confrontation; that you were getting off on your opponent’s groping of your body, or does this sort of behavior seem perfectly normal to a nymphomaniac like you?”
The Girl of Steel knew he was only trying to bait her with the name calling and refused to stoop to his level. “Look, I was only trying to defend myself. I don’t know how she did it but Elisha managed to put a powder in my costume that attacked my…umm …more sensitive parts, that’s why I did what I did.”
“So you’re saying that the cameras saw it wrong, that you were not playing with yourself but that you were instead the victim of some mysterious powder. Surely you have proof of this?”
“Well...no…you see the powder dissolved in the water….”
“Oh…the powder dissolved in the water, how convenient.”
“Screw you Boyle, you’re twisting the facts. I was not pleasuring myself I was being attacked, I…oh forget it,” sighed the frustrated girl, realizing that nothing she said would satisfy and that anything she did would only make matters worse.
A huge smile spread across Richard Boyle’s face, for he had gotten what he wanted, more than happy to let the others take over.
“Supergirl, can we get a few words concerning your breasts? Do you think they’ll ever return to their former glory?”
“Yeah Supergirl, how did it feel to have your tits so utterly ravaged and how do they feel now?”
“Assuming your breasts don’t heal; what affect do you think this will have on your popularity? And what about your standing as People Magazine’s sexiest female, is this the end of your reign?”
“Supergirl, I noticed that your vagina also received some devastating attention, can you give us an update? Is the damage as bad as that to your tits? And in relation to a previous question, how will this affect your status as sexiest female.”
These questions were thrown at The Maid of Might one after the other, leaving her completely bewildered and totally taken back by their boldness.
“Please, how can you ask me these things,” demanded the young blond, who was on the verge of tears. “I…I want no part of this,” she said before leaping to the air, releasing a painful gasp as she did so.
Supergirl possessed a remarkable healing ability and as she disappeared into the clouds and out of sight of the cameras she was already well on her way to recovery. Already the light bruise on the left side of her face had disappeared, and her energy levels were rapidly rising. Even her pussy and tits had begun to heal, no longer molested by the contact with her costume; but admittedly a full recovery was still hours away.
The humiliations Supergirl had suffered at the hands of Elisha and from her encounter with the media had left her feeling angry. The drenched girl desperately needed a conduit for her frustration, and the only one that sprung to mind lay at the address given to her by Elisha. Just like in the gymnasium she was blinded by adrenaline, confident that she could triumph over the masked girl despite her condition, and regardless of Elisha’s warning.
By the time Supergirl arrived at the address her costume and messed up hair were only slightly moist, having been dried by the air and speed at which she flew. Her tattered cape had been cleansed by the reflecting pool of most of the dirt and grass stains, but some light smudges remained. The sweat stains that had filled her costume had also been washed away by the water, but the odor of her perspiration permeated throughout her costume.
At first glance it appeared that Elisha had mislead her, since the address belonged to a top story spacious apartment, but as The Maid of Might floated down and stared through the large front windows she became convinced of its validity. What luck, thought the young heroine, thanking RAO for the open window that allowed her to enter the apartment. From outside the blond beauty had spotted the vast array of posters, images and newspaper clippings of her that covered every inch of wall space, but only upon entering the apartment did they begin to make her feel uncomfortable. Her opponent was certainly obsessed, and for the first time the girl started to question the wisdom of her decision.
Supergirl was further troubled by the Spartan nature of the apartment, which aside from the decorated walls contained nothing else but a stainless steel fridge and an information complex, each stashed away in a corner. The Girl of Steel first made her way over to the fridge, whose mostly bare interior contained a few protein drinks and a couple energy boosters.
The information center was a series of interlinked computers whose processing power was far beyond anything available on the market. Oddly enough the station possessed no chair, a comfort Supergirl could easily forgo if it meant breaking the encryption codes and gaining access to the system. Upon nearing the terminals, Supergirl froze at the sight of her blood smeared S symbol floating across the screens; terrified by the image she had seen in her nightmare.
The sound of footsteps snapped The Girl of Steel out of her trance, turning her around to discover the masked girl with the incredibly cut body. Supergirl quickly overcame her shock, and began marching towards her mysterious opponent. “Who are you?” demanded the blond beauty coming to a stop a few feet away from the black clad villain, whose skin tight outfit covered every part of her body except for a small gap around her lower waist, which separated the top and bottom halves of her attire. “I’ve already dealt with Elisha, and I promise I’ll deal with you,” said Supergirl, as she shot out her right hand in an attempt to unmask her foe. Supergirl, who had thought her reflexes to be second to none, suddenly found her opponent’s left hand around her neck, well before her own hand had come anywhere near to its target. The Girl of Steel was dazzled by her opponent’s speed and could only stare in awe as she was lifted off of the ground.
Supergirl began to choke from the vice like grip of her foe’s left hand, sending her dangling legs on a hopeless search for the ground. The blond girl was surprised by the forcefulness of her opponent’s grasp, but quickly enough she began to overpower Nina’s single arm with the force of both of her own. However, the heroine’s liberation was not a result of her own efforts, but those of her attacker, who threw her to the ground before she could break free. “UUUNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHH!” hollered Supergirl, as her ass slammed against the ground, cracking the floor before bouncing backwards. The coughing heroine rushed her left hand to her neck, while her right attended to her ass.
“You’ll pay for that!” vowed the gorgeous blond, athletically leaping to her feet and launching a right hook towards the masked girl’s face. Supergirl fully committed herself to her swing and her gaze of anger quickly turned to fear, as Nina snapped her head back just in time to avoid the blow, leaving the heroine open and vulnerable.
As The Maid of Might’s swing harmlessly sailed passed her face, Nina slipped her hands under the blonde’s armpits and tightly locked her fingers behind the heroine’s head. Supergirl was now under Nina’s control, unable to free her immobilized arms and forced to walk towards the full body mirror that was built into one of the walls. As the girls approached the mirror, The Maid of Might caught sight of the images that lined the walls, intensifying the ignominy of her predicament. But the worst came when Nina forced her to look into the mirror, and stare at the reflection of her restrained body. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” screamed the mighty heroine as she summoned her strength in a renewed attempt to get loose. In the mirror Supergirl watched her athletically fit body struggle to break free, the straining of her sexy toned muscles clearly visible through her costume. How is this possible, thought Supergirl, she’s actually restraining me, overpowering my every effort. Supergirl had to stop and catch her breath, she was sweating, and her tense muscles were beginning to ache from the strain. The heroine’s confidence was not helped by the presence of Nina’s harder, better cut body pressing tightly against her back.
Nina then maneuvered the panting heroine’s head so that her gaze in the mirror was fixated on her S log. The heroine was instantly demoralized as she stared at her inadequately stretched S, through strands of her face covering blond hair. Her soft and flabby breasts, once firm and so perfectly shaped, came to represent the very essence of her plight.
No, thought the prideful heroine, as she dug deep summoning every last drop of her will, I won’t let this happen. I’m Supergirl and no one does this to me. I’m the most powerful girl in the universe, I can’t…I won’t be defeated. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” shouted the reinvigorated Girl of Steel, gathering all her strength for one last titanic effort.
Beads of sweat ran down Supergirl’s strained face, as she once again engaged her opponent in a contest of might. Initially The Girl of Steel met with success, slowly managing to move her arms forward, but with surprise no longer on her side the contest stalemated. For over a minute the situation remained the same, with neither girl able to gain ground. Supergirl’s body was incredibly tense; she was pushing herself harder than ever, flexing every last muscle. But remarkably this girl who could absentmindedly lift battleships above her head was unable to break free. The effort was placing a terribly strain on the sexy blonde’s body, with every passing second intensifying the ache in her muscles, especially in her arms which felt like they were about to snap. “I can’t…I can’t,” muttered Supergirl as her arms began giving up ground. She’s too strong…I…I don’t understand, she thought as her exhausted body gave out.
In the mirror The Maid of Might saw her sweaty, heavily breathing body, hanging loosely in her opponent’s restraint. The young heroine was unaccustomed to failure, and as she lay helpless in her opponent’s grasp her eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to her S and deflated breasts. Supergirl may not have suffered any physical damage but she was on the verge of tears, her will had been broken and her pride shattered.
The significance of what she had accomplished was not lost upon Nina, who continued to hold Supergirl before the mirror to accentuate her triumph. But in reality the villainess’ muscles were hurting just as much as Supergirl’s, with a comparable level of exhaustion.
Upon being released, The Maid of Might collapsed to the ground, her face and hair instantly marking the floor with her perspiration. She was struggling to lift her body more than an inch off of the floor when her opponent took hold of her cape and began walking toward the large scenic windows. The fatigued beauty was unable to keep pace with the villainess causing her to be dragged across the room, her sweat marking her trail.
Nina was just as tired as Supergirl, but unlike the ravishing blond was able to find the will to continue. She may not have had much strength left but what she had, she poured into tossing Supergirl through the window, ripping the girl’s cape off in the process.
The Maid of Might was spinning uncontrollably through the air heading for the building directly across from Nina’s. Supergirl may have impacted the outer wall front first but by the time she exited the far side of the building every part of her body had crashed through some barrier or another. It would take the windows and three cement walls of a second building to finally bring The Girl of Steel to a stop; by which time the girl’s costume was torn all over. The largest tear stretched from just behind the left side of her waist to a couple inches passed her navel, exposing much of the athletic beauty’s tight toned abs. Another large tear revealed the blondes’ left armpit and outer portion of her left breast. Other smaller holes were spread throughout the girl’s sleeves, back and skirt, while large tears spread across her S, as if it had been slashed at by a large animal. Much of Supergirl’s severely tender, and reddened tits could be seen through these slashes, especially on the right where her nipple was showing.
Somewhere along her trajectory Supergirl had lost consciousness. For the past thirty seconds she had been lying face down and sprawled in the apartment of a single father, whose eleven year old daughter was desperately trying to revive her. “Daddy…Daddy she’s waking!” shouted the little girl, her hands rocking against The Girl of Steel’s left side.
“OOOHHHHHH…where am I?” asked the gorgeous blond as she raised herself to her hands and knees, covering her face with her right hand. The Father was to busy staring at the young heroine’s tight ass, which was completely revealed thanks to her raised skirt and torn off cape. He was especially excited because the blonde’s costume, which already covered little of her butt cheeks, was ripped on the right side and was dotted with sweat.
“Supergirl! Supergirl…are you all right?” excitedly asked the daughter, as the heroine raised herself onto her knees and brushed her sweaty, sticky hair from her face.
“I think so,” responded the still slightly dazed beauty, whose effort to stand was abruptly thwarted by the child’s embrace.
“You’re my hero Supergirl, when I grow up I want to be just like you. My friend, Julie, loves you to, but…but the boys at school call you a slut.” The Girl of Steel was taken back by the girl’s language but before she could reply the girl continued on by saying: “My daddy thinks you’re just lonely, he says he could give you some proper attention. Isn’t that right Daddy?”
For the first time Supergirl noticed the man standing behind her, caringly separating herself from the girl in order to stand. “I’m sorry about the hole,” apologized the heroine in reference to her point of entry, “I promise I’ll help fix it.” Through the man’s drooling she heard him ask if she was okay. “Oh…don’t worry about me I’ve been through worse,” reassuringly stated the heroine, as the image of her masked foe overpowering her before the mirror flashed through her mind. The man was obviously infatuated with her, his enlarged pupils, hurried speech and fidgety movements were signs enough, not to mention his erection. Supergirl tried to put him at ease with a gentle smile and a couple complements regarding his daughter, but she didn’t seem to be getting through to him.
“You don’t look too good!” finally blurted out the man. “No wait that’s not what I meant. I mean you’re hot…I mean beautiful. You’re so perfect…well except for your breasts of course…Oh God wait, I mean I saw what that woman did to you on TV. I hope they get better…they seem to be healing.”
“Oh Rao!” blurted out Supergirl as she followed the man’s gaze, realizing just how exposed she was. Cupping her breasts with her hands the embarrassed Princess of Power started moving to the exit, explaining: “I’m sorry, I’ve got to go.”
“Wait Supergirl,” shouted the child, “are you going to punish the ones who did this to you?”
Again images of being restrained before the mirror filled the heroic blonde’s mind. “I’ll try.”
“I know you will Supergirl, you’re the greatest…no one can beat you.”
“I really must go,” explained Supergirl before taking to the air and flying back out the hole she had made in the wall.
Supergirl could see her ripped, worn down, grass and dirt stained cape flapping in the wind, tied to the one of the frames of Nina’s broken sunlight windows. The S symbol on her cape was crossed out in red. Upon entering the apartment Supergirl’s attention was first caught by the demolished information centre, which was pouring smoke, randomly shooting of bursts off electricity. Supergirl searched but could find no trace of the masked girl. She felt the foreign sensation of fear as once again she examined the images of her that lined the walls. She then suddenly found herself standing before the mirror. Supergirl reminded herself that she had been tired before the contest, that her bout with Elisha had left her far from a hundred percent, and that her opponent’s positioning had given her a strategic advantage in leverage. But as she stared at her sweaty body, messy hair and torn costume she could not help but feel weak. Somehow her opponent had planned all this, and as Supergirl looked down at her languishing breasts, lifting them with her hands, she began to fear the worst.
The Girl of Steel raced through the sky towards her boyfriend’s apartment. She was encouraged by the fact that she couldn’t remember seeing any signs of tampering on her change room locker, but still she needed to check on Richard. Could her enemies really have discovered her secret identity; there were other explanations for the presence of the blue powder in her costume, but still she needed to be sure.
The sexy blond was relieved to find Richard lying on their bed, watching the news. “Supergirl…my God, are you okay honey?” questioned Richard distressed over her ragged appearance.
“I’m okay,” she reassured, slipping into his embrace.
“I was so worried; I…I saw what that woman did to you,” said Richard as he rested his hands on her hips and examined her breasts, pained by what he saw.
“I know,” said Supergirl before Richard could even speak; her hands trying to mold her tits back into shape. “The pain is not that bad, especially now that they’ve started to heal.”
“I don’t understand how she could do this to you?”
“I don’t really understand it myself, but somehow she managed to lace my costume with some kind of special powder. Richard,” said the prodigious blond in a sharp serious tone, “I had another confrontation with the masked girl. I really don’t know how to say this…but… I want you to leave.”
“Leave?”
“I’m positive this girl is behind all that has been happening to me; she’s setting me up for something and if I’m to prevail I’m going to have to be at my best, which I can’t be if I’m worrying about you.
“But….”
“Please…it would just be for a few days.”
“But surely I’m safer with you than anywhere else?”
“Please baby,” persisted the heroine, pressing her body against his. Upon securing a reluctant nod from her lover, Supergirl rewarded him with a kiss. Determined to make it up to Richard, Supergirl said, “I really need a shower…I could use a set of spare hands. You don’t have to go right away, and if you promise to be gentle I can think of a way to pass the next few hours.”
Richard had been amazing, so good in fact that Supergirl nearly begged him to stay. It was almost as if he had been possessed, taking control and performing like never before.
Supergirl’s night ended with her blissfully passed out on her back, nakedly spread out on the bed. But her day began with her screaming, as she witnessed the blood gushing from her mouth, as her back was once again broken over the masked girl’s knee. The perspiring blonde’s chest heaved for air, as she sat alone in bed. It took several minutes for her to recover from the nightmare. Eventually, her attention was drawn to her warm cunt, which just like before was covered in her secretions; her left hand and inner thighs were equally drenched.
But despite the horrendous beginning, Supergirl’s morning was actually one of great joy and relief; her breasts had thankfully healed, regaining their firm tear drop shape and youthful vitality. However, it was not long before the prodigious blonde’s fortunes resumed their downward spiral, succumbing yet again to her sexual urges in the middle of Professor Owens’ Philosophy class. Her lust was more intense than ever. Unable to resist, Linda Danvers’ left hand was already fingering away at her cunt, under her low rise, tight fitting, blue jeans, before she could flee the classroom. She was too overcome by her desires to hear the professor’s shouting, or the howling of the boys and laughter of the girls as she scrambled into the hall.
Until now Supergirl’s luck had held, but this time she encountered a group of girls in the washroom who not only witnessed her frantically enter the nearest stall but stood by listening as she pleasured herself. “What a filthy whore!” declared one of the girls.
“Get control of yourself honey!” shouted another. But the only reply they received was more moaning and banging. For fifteen minutes the girl’s stood by, calling in others from the hall to come hear as Linda reached orgasm after orgasm.
By the end of the ordeal Supergirl’s body was glistening with sweat. Her thong which she hadn’t bothered to pull down was drenched in her secretions, which dripped through the material and ran down her inner thighs until soaked up by her jeans, which she had barely lowered. Her tight, short sleeved, white t-shirt, thanks to her sweat, revealed her displaced bra and breasts.
At first the Maid of Might was too busy catching her breath and coming to grips with what she had done to register the fact that a large crowed, of not only girls, had gathered inside the washroom. To describe the shock and fear that the young beauty felt upon recognition of this fact is an ineffable task, but one can imagine how her heart must have stopped. For what seemed like an eternity Supergirl did not dare move a muscle, if she could have managed she surely would not have even drawn a breath. But no matter how sanguine she became the crowd would not disappear.
“Who is she?” whispered a group of girls.
“Hey! I think she’s finally finished. Damn the girl’s got endurance.”
“Oh man! I can smell her sweet pussy dude!” excitedly shouted a guy to his jock friends.
The Girl of Steel would rather go another round with Doomsday than face the crowed, but slowly she was beginning to accept the fact that no amount of wishing would make the people disappear. Oh great, thought the heroine as she noticed the empty roll of toilet paper, she would not even be able to clean herself up a bit; nor could she use her bag for cover, having forgotten it in class. Oh RAO how can this be happening? mentally questioned the heroine as she adjusted her juice drenched thong, I feel so filthy. Linda’s jeans, once back up around her hips instantly began forming a large visible stain from her soaked crotch and inner thighs. Supergirl’s attention next turned to her left tit, which she slid back into her bra. She worried that her wig might have fallen out of place, but she had no way of telling and like the stain over her crotch and see through shirt, was simply going to be something she’d have to accept.
Linda could hear the crowed anticipating her appearance, there giggling and whispering revealing their excitement. She looked around for somewhere to wipe her hands but found none, ultimately having no choice but to use her jeans. She then took hold of the lock, but needed a few seconds to prepare herself before pulling back. Maybe there aren’t that many people out there, and who knows maybe with luck they won’t even recognize me, wishfully thought the sweltering girl, as she stepped out of the stall.
Neither wish came true for not only was the crowed spilling into the hall, but Linda was instantly recognized, despite her best efforts to conceal her face. Shouts of; “It’s Linda Danvers,” were heard almost as soon she had stepped out. Linda may never have promoted her celebrity status but fact was she was perhaps the most fantasized girl on campus, second quite naturally to Supergirl. Simply put the girl sold seats; she had a figure that rivaled The Girl of Steel’s and the predominantly male crowed, despite her phenomenal athletic talent, came to shamelessly ogle after her body.
“Hey Linda, I can give you some loving!”
“Yeah baby, I got what you need right here!” Supergirl had to endure endless taunts like these, particularly from the males, as she was bounced throughout the crowed. Finally, Linda could see the end of the mob; she fought free of a groping male and began to run.
But her escape was short lived as she suddenly crashed into a female figure, the collision nearly knocking Linda onto her ass. “Professor Clark!” exclaimed The Girl of Steel surprised at how well the girl had handled the crash. Supergirl knew the Professor liked to stay in shape, but until now she never realized just how fit the girl really was. Supergirl could only judge from the Professor’s face and long legs, since she was wearing a short skirted suit, but from what she could tell this girl was probably in at least as good as shape as she was. In fact, Supergirl was shocked at just how much more cut and toned the Professors shapely legs were than her own.
“Sorry about that Linda; I must have been lost in thought, too busy to see where I was going.”
“It’s okay Professor I wasn’t looking either,” awkwardly responded Supergirl all too aware of her appearance and of the crowed behind her.
“You know Linda…I’ve been meaning to comment on just how much I admire you; not only are you an exceptionally scholar, but a top tier athlete as well. It’s remarkable how you manage to balance your academic and athletic pursuits so well, all the while maintaining a healthy social life, dating that boy Richard.”
How can she not be aware of my sweaty condition, of my embarrassing state; after all you can see through my shirt and my…oh RAO the stain on my jeans it’s huge, thought Supergirl completely bewildered by the girl’s seeming ignorance. Can she really be that spacey…I mean thank RAO, but I’ve got to get out of here. Oh this is awful I can smell my juices… everyone can, except her. “Um Professor…sorry to interrupt but I’ve got to go.”
“Oh of course just let me give you my number Linda…you know in case you ever need anything.”
“Oh that’s really kind Professor but honestly I’ve go to…,” Linda suddenly stopped speaking, for some reason her eyes were drawn to the Professor’s pen, there was just something odd about the way she pressed it. In that instant Supergirl eyes shot wide open and she inhaled a worried gasp as she felt the strongest urge to urinate.
“You’re always in such a rush Linda. But don’t worry I know I’ve got a piece of paper somewhere…just give me a few moments,” continued Nina, as if oblivious to Linda’s struggle as she fumbled through her purse.
“I…I can’t!” shouted Supergirl, rushing her hands to her vulva too late to help her keep control of her bladder. The stain on her jeans instantly grew larger and wetter, rapidly permeating down the inner portion of her jeans, down her legs. “AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” screamed Supergirl whose hands were being covered with urine, as it seeped through her thong and jeans and began dripping down, joining the flow from her legs in messing up the floor.
“Of Course you can. Now be patient Linda!” snapped Professor Clark; you’re not Supergirl you know; there’s no great catastrophe that will befall us if Linda Danvers is forced to wait a few seconds.”
“I’m sorry Professor I have to go,” yelled Linda as she ran passed the professor, hands on her vulva, and headed for the girls Basketball Team’s change room; followed by the laughter of the throng.
Nina greatly enjoyed that, even though there was nothing to gain by humiliating Linda Danvers it was still great fun; she even felt like waving a piece of paper in the air and shouting, “wait Linda I found it,” but play time was over and business awaited. As Nina exited the building she marveled at how she possessed a greater degree of control of Supergirl’s body than The Maid of Might herself.
A fowl trail marked Linda’s trail, but even those who cared to follow it could not gain access to the girl’s change room. That was humiliating! How can I show my face around here after that? thought a weeping Supergirl who having already removed her wig was now sliding out of her urine filled jeans, which made a wet thud as they hit the floor. The jeans were soon joined by her sweat soaked tee and bra, leaving the filthy blond naked, holding her juice and urine dripping thong. Supergirl flung this smelly garment to the bottom of her locker, joining a growing collection of other soiled knickers, as well as her black spandex shorts, which recent events had caused her to dirty. This collection was starting to stench up her locker, but because of possible embarrassment Supergirl had refused to deal with them, something she promised to rectify now that Richard was away.
The Girl of Steel, perhaps out of a desire to cleanse her shame, as well as purify her body, washed herself repeatedly in the shower. As she dried herself, the heroine stared at the full body mirror, admiring her fit, toned body. Before slipping into her costume Supergirl made sure to perform a careful inspection; she still didn’t know how the powder got in, but she was determined not to let it happen again. The only thing she was sure of was that the masked girl was responsible for all her troubles, systematically destroying her reputation, and now that her classes were over she was going to devote the rest of the day to tracking her down. Elisha was the key, but before she could confront her, Supergirl needed one last look in the mirror. With her hands on her hips and legs slightly parted the young blonde stared into the mirror. The abasement of last night, when her foe incredibly managed to overpower her, forcing her to look at her restrained, lackadaisical body in the mirror, was not forgotten; in fact the memory began playing in her mind as soon as she saw her reflection. The fear that Supergirl was feeling, that caused her ever so slightly to tremble, was not present moments ago when she approvingly starred at her naked figure, but now that she was in costume…now that she was truly Supergirl the image began to dominate her mind. As Supergirl stared at her S a chill ran up her spine, causing her legs to wobble; instead of her firm, perfectly tear dropped tits, defiantly stretching her S, she saw an improperly stretched logo and effete breasts. This was the very image of last night, an image that had drained her of her will and had come to represent her inferiority. “NNNOOOO!” cried the girl, turning her eyes from the mirror and down to her breast, which she cupped in her hands. She was relieved to feel their firm, youthful vitality; to see the way they vigorously filled out her costume and stretched her S. “It’s only in your head,” assured the girl, placing her hands back on her hips and turning her gaze back towards the mirror. Supergirl’s eyes moved up her long shapely legs, passed her short red skirt, and yellow belt, which lay low around her hips, and up into her flat, sexy, toned abs, but suddenly they could go no further. She could see the lower tip of her S symbol; a few degrees more and she would have reached her target. “I…I can’t!” blurted out Supergirl as she turned away from the mirror. The girl would not admit it to herself but she was too scared; Nina had gained a psychological edge over the incredible blonde.
Supergirl’s appearance in the world was hailed by the vast majority to be a miracle. It would be an ineffable task to describe all the good she has done, but her presence has also carried some negatives; mainly turning Earth into a target for countless super villains trying to destroy her. This has created a problem with what do with the villains she defeats; those like The Eradicator, Mongul, #1, General Zod, Seven of Nine, The Parasite, Violator, Metallo, Chyroon, Brainiac 13, Tamika Mauler, Darkseid and Doomsday are far too powerful to be held by traditional prisons. The solution, which is far from perfect, was proposed by Lexus Luthor, and it entailed the construction of a state of the art, multi billion dollar facility to cryogenically freeze its occupants.
It is on level one, the floor where low risk offenders are kept before sentencing, of this maximum security complex, that we currently find The Girl of Steel. “Hello Elisha,” greeted the athletic heroine, as she faced the villainess, who was caged in a nigh indestructible glass cell and dressed in the tight fitting white pants and equally snug short sleeved shirt that comprised the dress of the non frozen prison population.
“You fucking bitch!” hollered Elisha, as she slammed her fists against the glass. “You…you scarred me super bitch! You ruined my beautiful face,” explained Elisha as she pointed to the scar that stretched across her face, running from the left side of her forehead, across her nose, to her lower right cheek. I have another one of these across my chest, not to mention my seared arms. I owe you princess, and I swear by God that I’m going to repay you in spades for what you’ve done to me.”
“You brought this upon yourself Elisha,” responded The Girl of Steel as she folded her arms beneath her breasts and cocked her hips to the left.
“Easy for you to say Supergirl, we don’t all have your healing ability. I see those sexy little titties of yours have recovered; tell me what was it like having yours tits so badly mauled they resembled an 80 year old’s. I bet they still hurt? How about it Supergirl are they all red and sore under that sexy costume of yours?”
“I didn’t come here to talk about my breasts Elisha!” snapped Supergirl barely managing to restrain her temper.
“How about that gorgeous pussy of yours; it can’t be much better, not after the roasting I gave it? Though, I can see why you can’t keep you hands of it; I remember how phenomenal it was as I stroked it, forced my way inside and violated your tight little ass.”
Supergirl was absolutely livid; “I came to offer you a deal Elisha, but if you want to spend the rest of your life as a frozen Popsicle then suit yourself.”
“Oh come on honey buns, don’t march off! Wait…Supergirl wait… I was only playing! I’m in need of protection…Supergirl….I need your help!”
It wasn’t so much what Elisha yelled that made the young blond stop, but the desperate tone of her voice. “Okay Elisha, I’ll give you one minute, but if you’re wasting my time…” warned Supergirl as she once again approached the cell, entering her stance upon arrival.
“The masked girl, she cleaned your clock didn’t she?”
“That’s it! Goodbye Elisha,” said The Girl of Steel turning to leave.
“Well that’s why you’re here isn’t it? You came because you need my help to defeat her…or am I wrong?”
“I’m still listening Elisha,” replied The Maid of Might reentering her pose.
“Not so fast princess, first I want some guarantees, starting with a promise that you’ll take me with you when you leave.”
“I’m not making any deals until I’ve heard what you have to say, but don’t start forgetting you’re a criminal Elisha, you’re going to have to answer for what you’ve done.
“You haughty little bitch! Save your self righteous holier than thou attitude for someone who cares; we both know you got your ass whooped girl, so don’t…Oh shit, Supergirl behind you!”
From where the masked girl came from Supergirl couldn’t say, nor did she care as she was spun 180 degrees by the shoulder and greeted by a punch to the face, snapping her head to the right and knocking her back against the glass cell. Nina didn’t miss a beat, instantly pouncing on the prodigious blonde, snapping the girl’s head to the left with a vicious hook.
Supergirl had been caught completely off guard, and so fierce was Nina’s assault that her head was left spinning after the second punch. A second one two combination left The Girl of Steel with a bruise just under her left eye, but it was not until the sixth punch to the face that Nina achieved her desire to draw blood, which came spraying out of the girl’s mouth. Supergirl was now tottering, her blonde locks concealing her drooping face. The mixture of blood and saliva that dripped from the right side of her mouth stained the tips of her blonde hairs red before proceeding to the floor.
The Maid of Might’s sexy and chiseled lower abs were Nina’s next victim, prayed upon by a malicious left that drilled into her belly, slamming her back into the barrier behind her. With her back pinned up against the glass, The Girl of Steel’s toned abs fell under excruciating pressure, straining to prevent her foe’s fist from penetrating any further into her body.
The assault left a red mark the size of Nina’s fist on The Maid of Might’s lower abdomen. Supergirl’s arms instantly wrapped around her toned lower abs, the hurt forcing her to scream; too injured to straighten herself back out the suffering blonde continued to lean against the glass.
However, Nina’s desire to pummel the heroine’s tight abs was far from fulfilled; tearing away the blonde girl’s arms the villainess resumed her assault, once again targeting The Maid of Might’s lower abdomen. But this was no mere replay of her previous assault; this time Nina struck even harder, her fist lifting Supergirl into the air before pinning her against the glass and drilling into her tight stomach. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” bellowed The Girl of Steel as her beleaguered abs began to buckle under the force of her opponent’s fist. What was once a mere sore spot of red became a bruise as Supergirl’s abs of steel began giving way to her foe’s power. Each passing second saw Nina’s fist penetrate further into The Girl of Steel’s body. Spit was flying out of Supergirl’s mouth some splattering on her cheeks. The girl’s screaming was becoming more intense; her head was twisting from side to side, lashing her hair across her face.
Yesterday, the margin of strength that separated the two girl’s had been thin, but today that gap had grown wider; last night while Supergirl was making out with her boyfriend, Nina was undergoing her daily “treatment.” But Nina’s advantage was far from overwhelming, allowing Supergirl with both of her hands to put an end to her foe’s devastating attack.
Supergirl, upon landing back on her feet stumbled forward a few paces before crashing to her knees and resting her ass on her ankles. The pain caused her to groan as she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around her bruised, lower abs.
The Maid of Might’s groans suddenly turned into a yell, as Nina took hold of her hair and straightened her up on her knees. The villainess then yanked the heroine’s head back, coaxing even more screams from the girl, as she held her in this painful position. A few strands of blonde hair were sticking to Supergirl’s face, held in place by her perspiration and saliva covered cheeks. But what interested Nina was the bluish-purple bruise under the girl’s left eye and the trickle of blood that flowed out of the right corner of the beauty’s mouth. Supergirl’s blue eyes were burning with anger, she found this inspection humiliating, she tried not to give her opponent the satisfaction of hearing her scream, but the yanking of her hair and pain in her abs was too great.
I’ve got to do something; come on girl suck it up, thought Supergirl. Slowly The Maid of Might began withdrawing her hands from her abs and clenching them into fists, but before she could take action, Nina, yanking her by her hair, spun her around, tossing her head first into Elisha’s cell. The nigh indestructible glass shattered, leaving a groaning, prostrate Supergirl spread-out on the floor.
Elisha wasn’t surprised to find the prodigious heroine struggling to get up, she always believed that if anyone could defeat Supergirl it was Nina; but she was shocked at the speed at which Supergirl’s destruction was proceeding. Elisha then turned her attention to Nina, whose phenomenally cut body was quickly approaching. “Supergirl…Supergirl!” frantically shouted Elisha as she was cornered. Then suddenly, before she could even blink she had Nina’s right hand around her neck, lifting her into the air and chocking the life out of her. “Su-per-girl...Su-per-girl!” desperately gasped out a squirming Elisha, her blood shot eyes, threatening to pop out of their sockets.
“Let her go!” demanded The Maid of Might raising herself onto her feet, her uncertain footing threatening to collapse as she entered into her famous stance. Memories of last night flashed through the sexy heroine’s mind as she watched the masked girl turn to face her. The young blonde was trying to appear confident and strong, but she couldn’t help but be intimidated by her foe’s remarkably defined body, whose lean muscle could effortlessly be seen at work through her costume. “I said let her go!” repeated The Girl of Steel in a more authoritative tone, stepping forwards to intervene.
The power of the kick could be followed down Nina’s long, flexing left leg, as each of her cut muscles transferred and added to its devastation until finally it exploded against Supergirl’s washboard stomach. The area around the heroine’s navel instantly bruised, but the effects of the blow, like a shockwave, rippled through The Girl of Steel’s body, bending her at the waist and shooting her limbs forward as she was sent flying. After slamming into the back of the cell and seemingly defying gravity for just an instance, Supergirl ingloriously thumped down upon her ass, leaving her legs widely parted. The Maid of Might was desperately gasping in air while seemingly crying it out. Her drooping head watched as her hands pressed against her throbbing navel. She was kept in a slouching, but still sitting, position by the wall behind her.
Supergirl, who had still not recovered her breath, suddenly found Nina’s left hand around her neck, lifting her into the air to join Elisha. The two blue eyed, blonde captives were staring at each other: Elisha in Nina’s right was watching the young Princess of Power struggle to loosen the choke around her neck with her left hand, while attending to her aching belly with her right; while Supergirl watched Elisha, whose legs were kicking far more frantically than her own, suddenly have her neck broken.
The scared heroine began to violently thrash about under Nina’s grasp, which both of her hands were now desperate to break. Almost immediately Supergirl managed to loosen her opponent’s hold sufficiently enough for her to draw proper breaths, in a couple seconds more she would be completely free. But alas it was not to be, as her efforts were brought to a screeching halt by her foe’s debilitating knee to her vulva. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” screamed Supergirl whose aching pussy forced her to bring her hands to its relief.
The Maid of Might was far too busy coping with her throbbing cunt, whose pain was forcing her eyes shut, to hear the masses of approaching footsteps; nor was she in much of a position to heed to their demands of; “FREEZE!” The masked girl on the other hand simply didn’t care, throwing Elisha’s corps at the guards with sufficient force to render them unconscious.
As Nina stepped outside of the cell and back into the hallway, she was startled to find even more M16’s pointed at her; but her surprise was nothing compared to that of the guard’s, who were shocked to discover her holding The Girl of Steel in the air by the neck, let alone to find the blonde beauty clutching her vulva, with blood trickling from her mouth and a bruise under her left eye.
“Holy shit man! That can’t really be Supergirl?” asked a guard.
“No way …this has got to be some kind of a trick!” answered another.
“No man it’s her, I’d know that body anywhere,” said a third.
“How is this possible,” demanded the first.
“I don’t know, but check out the definition on the hooded chick…damn she’s hard,” replied the third.
“Would you three shut up!” demanded the Captain before turning to the black, tight fitting costumed villainess and saying; “Okay Lady…um…well put Supergirl down, drop to your knees and place your hands over your head!”
Nina did neither of the three, instead she waited just long enough for Supergirl, who was finally bearing the pain in her pussy well enough to open her eyes, to take in the full ignominy of her situation before pounding her face with her right hand. The sound of the impact along with Supergirl’s screams resonated throughout the hall. The Girl of Steel’s hands dropped from her vulva to her sides, dangling, just like her legs, in a lifeless manner. Her lower lip was now bleeding, dripping blood down to her chin and onto her assailant’s left hand. The girl’s eyes suddenly widened with horror as she watched her opponent’s fist draw back in preparation for another attack.
Nina’s body possessed the unbelievable achievement of a near zero level of body fat, this explains why her lean muscles so readily shone through her costume, which apart from a small gap between the bottom and top halves, around her lower hips, completely covered her figure. What this meant, was that the guards and more importantly Supergirl, could perfectly see all the muscles that were about to go into the pounding of her pretty face, which makes the girl’s terror all the more understandable.
The punch hit The Maid of Might’s face straight on, violently snapping it back and causing her entire body to jerk. It took a few seconds after the blow, but slowly Supergirl’s head started lifting back into place; to the great relief of the guard’s who had come to fear the worse. Everyone, including Nina, was fixated upon the blonde’s face eager to see what damage had been done, but surprisingly the only thing different seemed to be her unfocused eyes. Then suddenly a gush of blood erupted from The Girl of Steel’s mouth, splashing onto Nina’s hand and running down her lower arm.
Elisha’s cell was certainly not the only one on the block, and the other prisoners, at least the lucky ones who could see what was going on, were vociferously cheering on the masked girl. Just like the guards, these prisoners couldn’t believe what they were witnessing, but having themselves been defeated and captured by The Maid of Might they enthusiastically cheered her destruction.
“What the hell are we doing!? This girl is tearing Supergirl to pieces and we’re supposed to stop her?” asked a shaking guard.
“Hold your ground Hernandez! That goes for all of you!” ordered the Captain, who had absolutely no idea what to do and feared he may soon be facing a riot.
“UUUNNNGGGHHHHH!” groaned The Maid of Might as she hung like a rag doll in her foe’s grip. She couldn’t understand what was happening, she was Supergirl how could she be defeated like this? A hurtful truth began to sink into the dangling heroine’s mind: her opponent was stronger than her; she could no longer dismiss last night as a fluke.
As fate would have it, Nina decided to slip her right hand under Supergirl’s skirt at the very moment the heroine was coming to terms with her inferiority. “OOOOOOHHHHHH!” blurted out the shocked blonde as her opponent took possession of her pussy, and lifted her above her head. Supergirl’s hands took hold of Nina’s chocking left, but this gesture of resistance was more reactionary than anything else. Her toned, long legs were hanging down towards the ground, as was her cape and short red skirt, which failed to cover her firm and shapely ass. The blood from The Girl of Steel’s mouth, and split lower lip, now dripped directly to the floor, as did the occasional drop of perspiration. Supergirl was feeling completely humiliated, she was thankful that her shoulder blade length blonde locks were masking her face from some of the spectators, but she couldn’t help but make eye contact with the rest, especially with those who were treated to a rear view. It was degrading enough for The Maid of Might to have her opponent’s hand over her pussy, slightly penetrating her lips with her fingers through her costume, but it was even worse to have it done before a crowed, especially one that she had just recently arrested. Supergirl’s expression was a mixture of fear, shame and anger, all perfectly evident to the many onlookers, which her teary eyes seemed to beg for assistance.
Nina loved the rush she was feeling, she had a battered Supergirl above her head, holding her before a stunned crowed, one hand around her cunt, the other locked around the girl’s neck. She could end it right now, and why not, this would be a perfect place to finish off the almighty Girl of Steel, before her enemies, inside the very facility that houses her greatest triumphs. Heck, she thought; I could strip the bitch, cryogenically freeze her in that silly pose of hers then take her sexy little costume for myself. Or I could tell her she has ten minutes to screw everyone she can, while the remainder will die. Better still I could simply unfreeze her most powerful foes and watch as they overwhelm her. The sheer lunacy of the last idea brought Nina to her senses; she had spent two years conceiving her revenge, her plan was perfect and there was no way she was going to ruin it now. With that in mind, Nina threw Supergirl, watching as the screaming girl painfully bounced several times before sliding down the rest of the hall on her tits and belly.
“UUUUNNNGGGHHHHH…UUUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHHH!” groaned the sore Maid of Might as she managed to lift her upper body off of the floor. A loud, rapidly repeating sound, the M16s, halted the girl’s progress, in her slightly disorientated state she mixed the blasting with the sound of the blood from her mouth splashing against the floor. She couldn’t explain why, but for several seconds the heroine watched as her trickling blood accumulated into an ever increasing puddle. Then the girl’s head began to clear, and with that she resumed her efforts, soon enough she had risen to her knees. But before elevating herself onto her feet, Supergirl raised her skirt, allowing her to see the thin strip of blue costume that barely concealed her pussy. As The Girl of Steel caressed her vulva the anger and the shame of being violated began to return, until finally she could take no more; jumping to her feet The Maid of Might was determined to make the masked girl pay.
“Oh RAO!” breathed the young blonde as she saw Nina drop the contorted body of a guard to the floor, reuniting him with the rest of his dismembered companions. “You…you monster, I’m going to make you pay for what you’ve done!” vowed the charging heroine.
Nina waited for the agile beauty to close some distance before turning to run in the opposite direction. During this sprint the athletic blonde was shocked to discover she was losing ground, that her foe was actually faster than her. But the hallway did not last forever, and now that her opponent was forced to stop at the elevator doors, The Girl of Steel was once again only a few strides away.
Why a girl, who had been decisively beating her, was now running away was a question that troubled Supergirl, and unfortunately for her the answer, like this encounter, proved to be a painful one. Nina’s fingers chewed into the elevator door, as if it were putty, tearing it away with equal ease and launching it squarely at the Maid of Might, colliding it against her breasts and bruised abs. “AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!” shouted Supergirl as she was carried back down the hall by the steel door that once again pounded into her breast and abs as her back slammed into the metal bars that sealed this section of the prison off from the next. The girl’s arms and legs aimlessly flapped about before coming down just in time to save her from another flattening against the hard floor. Straightening herself up upon her knees, one hand across her tits, the other over her bruised abs, the enraged heroine watched as her opponent dropped down the elevator shaft. Oh no… she’s gone down to the Cryo Level! If she unfreezes all of the prisoners…oh RAO, I can’t stand against them all! Violator, Doomsday, there all down there… the damage would be horrific! I’ve got to stop her, thought Supergirl, as she once again began running after the mysterious masked villainess.
The young blonde’s skirt lifted up, revealing her barely covered tight ass and perfect vulva, as she nervously floated down the elevator shaft. Blood was still spilling from her mouth and split lower lip, while her bruised navel and lower abs were painfully sore. Only a few minutes ago the masked villainess had humiliatingly held her over her head and she could still feel the presence of the girl’s violating fingers against her pussy. The mighty heroine had no idea how she was going to handle her opponent, a girl who had the previous day shattered her confidence and today nearly her body, but Supergirl knew she couldn’t fail again, and as she exited the shaft she drew on the one thing she could: her anger.