A soft, blue tinted light filled the Cryo level. The subzero temperature revealed The Girl of Steel’s breathing. The young blonde’s attention was immediately drawn to the sides of the long corridor before her, where endless rows of frozen ghosts lay illuminated by spotlights from above. Each one of these naked phantoms carried a horrible memory, which Supergirl could not help but relive as she gazed across their motionless bodies. The ravishing beauty felt as if all their eyes were focused on her, she felt their hatred as readily as she heard their voices in her mind.
Get it together girl, thought Supergirl, turning her attention to the end of the corridor and to her opponent, who oddly enough seemed to be waiting for her. The Maid of Might approached with graceful but determined strides; her focused gazed locked onto the villainess’ hooded face. At five feet away the heroine stopped and entered her famous pose. “This ends now! You caught me by surprise before but this time I’m…I’m...,” Supergirl couldn’t continue, all her opponent had to do was mimic her stance and her bravado faded. The gorgeous blonde may have had the costume but her opponent’s incredibly cut body made it all to clear who the real super girl was.
With one simple gesture Nina had shattered The Girl of Steel’s façade of confidence; she owned this girl and knew it. Supergirl tried to look tough but her fear was all over her face, especially once Nina started beckoning her forwards with her left hand. Just as the Maid of Might took her first timid step she heard a clicking sound, her eyes instantly shot to what appeared to be a pen in her foe’s left hand, suddenly her lower abdomen filled with pain, forcing her to yell out; “AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!” The contraction was followed by severe cramps, which only intensified with each passing second; her hands pressed against her midsection, desperately trying to relieve the pain. “OH RAO!” gasped the young beauty as she felt a liquid gush out of her vagina, instantly soaking her costume between her legs, before pouring out the sides and running down her inner thighs. The blood and mucous that accompanied the discharge horrified her, sending the agape faced girl into shock. A second contraction then hit; this time the pain was more acute encompassing her lower back; “AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! What’s…happening…to…me?” grunted the heroine through clenched teeth.
Supergirl was stumbling from left to right, and she was bent so far forward that had her opponent not taken hold of her face, with her left hand, she surely would have collapsed to the ground. As Nina squeezed Supergirl’s cheeks, enjoying every bit of the girl’s agony, she could not help but take pride in her genius; using Supergirl’s own boyfriend to defeat her was beyond brilliant, it was inspired. You really enjoyed that fuck he gave you last night didn’t you cutie! I remember the look in your eyes, the way you just couldn’t get enough. The drugs I gave him must have made his dick so big and hard, pumping you like you had only dreamed; to bad he was really filling you with my special serum, coating your uterus to await activation. The poor sap never even knew what I had done, he probably thinks it was just a dream and you Supergirl, you were to busy fingering yourself in the washroom. You really should be thanking me girl, I didn’t have to settle for a simulation, I could have knocked you up for real and left you with a couple of buns in the oven; I bet that would put a real damper on your career, thought Nina before sending The Maid of Might stumbling back with a push from her left hand.
Supergirl miraculously managed to stay on her feet, but got turned around in the process, leaving her back to her approaching opponent; a dangerous position, but one that she was in too much pain to rectify. But her suffering meant nothing to Nina, who proceeded to restrain her in the same manner as last night, placing her arms under the blonde’s sweaty armpits before bending them back so that she could lock her hands behind the heroine’s head.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” bellowed Supergirl, her cramps throbbing even more now that she was being forced to stand up straight. “Let me go! Let me go!” she frantically demanded. The prodigious blonde was scarred senseless, images of last night kept running through her mind, but none more powerfully than the thought of her sagging breasts and deformed S. Her sexy, toned muscles could be seen flexing through her costume, summoning every bit of strength she possessed. Her athletic body was straining even harder than last night, sweat running down her face and throughout the usual places, causing her body to glisten and her blonde hair to become wet and sticky. She was being driven by the pain in her lower abs, desperately needing to console them with her hands. But this pain was nothing compared to what she felt as her vaginal walls began contracting again; “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” The pain was excruciating, causing the girl to feel as if she were being torn apart from the inside out. Supergirl’s agony was exacerbated by her endless screaming, which left her breathless, increasing the pain she felt in her abdomen, which was already being boosted by the bruises. “Make it stop…Oh RAO please…make it stop! I can’t take any more…AAAAHHHHH…please make it stop!”
The Girl of Steel may not have been able to break free last night, but at least she had come close, occasionally gaining some ground; but today, even with the added desperation provided by pain, she never even gained an inch. It was true that Nina still had to work to immobilize her, but the ordeal did not exhaust her this time around. Supergirl on the other hand was spent, her muscles burning, and her body sore. The Girl of Steel was once again helpless under her opponent’s restraint, but this time as her foe maneuvered her head she did not encounter a mirror but her mightiest adversaries, encased in frozen cubes. This was more than abasing, and Nina’s message was all too clear to the crying blonde, who was finally released.
The Maid of Might’s languished body collapsed to the ground, instantly she curled up into a ball, her arms wrapped around her waist, her teary, screaming face surrounded by her sweaty hair. Supergirl then suddenly flipped onto her back, rolling from side to side, her legs wildly kicking and her screams becoming deeper and more resonant, as she was struck by a fourth wave. The period in between contractions was getting shorter but the duration and the pain was increasing with each round. The Girl of Steel had never known such pain, a hurt which was made worse by her improper breathing and failure to focus and push with her contractions. “I CAN’T TAKE ANY MORE! AAAAHHHHHHH…I CAN’T…AAAAAAAHHHHHHH…I CAN’T! A fifth, then a sixth round of contractions hit, until finally she could no longer tell when one finished and another began. “AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” The young blonde thought she was going to pass out from the pain, and then when she was about to lose consciousness her body succeeded in expelling Nina’s serum. The gooey, orange tinted, substance poured from her vagina and into her costume, which spread it around her vulva. The sweaty, utterly exhausted girl lay on her back, her chest heaving for air, causing her breasts to jiggle. Her deep, heavy breathing was filled with a type of fatigued relief, like a runner after completing a marathon. Her hands were covering her lower abs; while her widely spread, bent legs were feet flat against the ground. The girl’s skirt was raised, and one could see a large wet, stain on the strip of costume that continued to conceal her pussy even though her lips were widely parted. From out of the sides of her costume one could see traces of the orange substance as well as follow trails of the blood and mucous filled liquid that had gushed out of her vagina and down her thighs.
Supergirl could feel the orange goo covering her vulva but several minutes passed before the tired blonde could summon the energy to send a hand to investigate. Her fingers only needed to slip a little under the thin strip of fabric to gather a sample. The girl had no idea what the substance was but it scared her, she began to send her hands to wipe it all away when she suddenly noticed the presence of her opponent standing over her. She could see the smile spread across the villainess’ face, even through her black mask. “What have you done to me?” meekly asked the sweating beauty in a crying voice.
True to form the masked girl refused to answer, instead she tore her fingers into Supergirl’s right breast, securing a firm grip before using it to yank her to her feet. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” hollered the heroine, who was too sore and tired to offer resistance; she may have been able to take hold of her opponent’s violating left arm but her muscles lacked the strength to make the act little more than a token gesture. “Let go! Please, let go! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” shouted The Girl of Steel as her opponent started twisting and tearing at her tit. Supergirl was fortunate to be left with only a reddened tit, for had her foe desired the damage could easily have been much worse. But the teary eyed blonde knew that the torment could resume at anytime, especially since her opponent had not relinquished her hold on her breast. Besides fear and fatigue, what the Girl of Steel felt was humiliation; once again her opponent was violating her and she could do nothing to stop it.
Nina then spun Supergirl around, using her grip on the heroine’s breast to press her against her body; Supergirl’s tight, shapely ass was now rubbing against Nina’s pelvis and nether region, while her back was being held against her foe’s larger and firmer breasts. The sweaty blonde’s discomfort with this close proximity was made clear by her attempts to wiggle free. She was also intimidated by her opponent’s harder and better cut body, whose muscles she could feel working as she was carried towards the main control panel.
Supergirl was startled at how easily her assailant took possession of her right hand, effortlessly ripping it away from trying to free her breast and forcing it towards the controls. What orange goo Supergirl had not wiped off while holding Nina’s arm was now smearing the buttons she was being forced to press. “OH RAO! You can’t do this,” blurted the heroic girl as she realized what her attacker was planning. You can’t release them! Please listen to me you don’t know what you’re doing! After they finish fighting amongst themselves they’ll destroy this planet, they’ll kill every last person…please you mustn’t do this!” Nina paid no attention to Supergirl’s pleas, forcing her to continue initiating the thawing process. It’s doubtful that had Supergirl been in top form things would have turned out differently, but as things stood the exhausted and sore girl could do little but shout; “NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!” as she was made to push the final button, commencing the ten minute countdown.
Panic swept across Supergirl’s face, she needed to break loose and hit the override command. She could sense the enjoyment her opponent was deriving from her futile, almost pathetic, attempts to get free. But what Nina failed to appreciate was just how heroic the girl’s attempts really were. She gave no thought to what these super villains would do to her, especially considering her present state, if they were released; instead she worried about the damage they would cause, and especially the lives they would take. Despite everything she had endured, Supergirl refused to quit; the girl’s spirit was truly remarkable.
But none of this mattered to Nina, whose playful squeezing of the blonde’s breast suddenly turned into a vicious yank, pulling The Girl of Steel away from her body and turning her so that she could once again be facing her. The screaming beauty was then pummeled in the face by her foe’s right fist; sweat flew from her body and her mouth sprayed blood as she was turned and sent stumbling back before collapsing to the floor.
Blood was now once again flowing from The Girl of Steel’s split lower lip and out of the right corner of her mouth. It was taking everything she had left but slowly the groaning heroine was lifting herself up onto her hands and knees. She then peeled away the clumps of sweaty hair from her face before rising back onto her feet and turning to face her tormentor. “I won’t let you do this!” affirmed The Maid of Might, refusing to give into her fatigue. “I’m…I’m Supergirl!” she added, for no other reason than to reassure herself as she took her first shaky step towards the villainess.
However, that step was all Supergirl would manage, for at the very moment Nina brought forwards one of her stimulation devices. Instantly the young blonde began feeling the now all too familiar urges. Erotic images flashed through her mind, her tits began to swell and her nipples hardened, while her clit began to expand. No…not now! I mustn’t give into this! It’s that device.... oh RAO am I ever horny…focus girl you have to fight this. “OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” moaned Supergirl as she took hold of her vulva with both hands. “I know you’re…OOOOOOHHHHHHH…doing this to me…OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH! I won’t give in…OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH…I won’t…I’ won’t…OOOOOHHHH…I can fight this!”
Nina was impressed by Supergirl’s resistance, but whether or not the heroine could have maintained it will have to remain a mystery for right at this moment the ravishing blonde was grabbed by her shoulder and twisted around to be greeted by a fist. The girl’s head instantly snapped back, blood squirting from her mouth, while her soaked hair sprayed sweat in every direction before coming back down and slapping her face.
Supergirl had not been given the time to identify her attacker, but she was sure it was not the masked girl: for one thing she had been standing before her, and then there was the force of the blow which though powerful, was no where near Nina’s class. But the punch did manage to buckle The Girl of Steel’s legs, sending her crashing straight down onto her ass.
Had Supergirl bothered to look up she would have discovered her assailant to be the blue skinned conqueror know as The Titan, whom twice before she had already defeated: the first time was when he tried to lead an invasion of Earth, and the second was when he tried to claim her as his bride; an encounter that left much of New York in ruins. Nina, had used her time well, starting his thawing out process before The Maid of Might joined her on the Cryo Level. But the prodigious girl had bigger worries at the moment, namely that his attack had broken her concentration, flooding her mind with the sexual cravings of Nina’s device.
From her ass down legs widely parted position, Supergirl slipped her right hand under the thin, soft strip of fabric between her legs and began fingering away at her pussy. Her cunt was still sore from the simulated labor, causing her to release the occasional painful grunt in between her screams of ecstasy. She pleasured her breasts by alternating between them with her left hand.
The Titan couldn’t believe what he was seeing the great Supergirl was masturbating right before his eyes; his erection was instantaneous. It was incredible but even as he lifted the sexy blonde into the air by her sweat filled hair, dangling her a good two feet off of the ground so that his muscle packed 7 foot frame could get a better look, she continued to stimulate herself. He was stunned to find her so sweaty, with beads of perspiration running down from her face and neck until absorbed by the collar of her costume, which was stained all the way down to her logo. Other large stains were visible between and under the girl’s breast, as well over her armpits; equally large stains had formed on her ass and cunt but these were concealed by her skirt. Clumps of the girl’s shoulder blade length, blonde hair were sticking to her face and neck but they did not obscure the bruise under her left eye or the blood flowing from the right corner of her mouth and split lower lip.
Supergirl was finally able to identify her attacker, terrified at the sight of the man who had tried to rape her, swearing that he would make her the mother of his children. It was strange for a thin but athletic girl to think this, especially since this man was easily four times Supergirl’s size, but somehow he seemed smaller than she remembered. The word think is perhaps a poor choice of words, since the urges Supergirl was being subjected too did not allow for much thought but nevertheless the answer to her observation lay in the fact that The Titan was without his armor; this was because all inmates were frozen in the nude.
The ravishing blonde was now completely consumed by her lust, desperate to satisfy her burning urges. She was little more than an animal, fiercely fingering away at her cunt, savagely playing with her breasts. “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Fuck me…OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Please, I beg you…OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…fuck me!” she pleaded.
The Titan was completely baffled by the young blonde’s behavior; The Supergirl he knew was a haughty, arrogant do-gooder, a girl scout who would never act this way. Something was definitely affecting her, but he didn’t care, the girl was hot and there was no way he was going to pass up her sexy, fit body. He instantly let go of her hair, taking hold of her outer, upper legs instead. He then slid his hands up her legs lifting her short, red skirt as he made his way up her perfectly curved hips and to her narrow waist.
Supergirl’s penetrating right hand had already slipped aside the narrow piece of fabric that concealed her pussy, allowing the man to see her phenomenal snatch. Naturally the villain expected to see her wet juices but was shocked to also discover the orange tinted goo that was spread over her outer lips and mixed into her narrow trim of pubic hairs. But this was nothing compared to the disgust he felt upon noticing the blood and mucous filled liquid that lined her inner thighs. “You fucking girls and your bodies…damn are you disgusting!” stated The Titan, who was not about to be dissuaded from his objective, especially not now that he had the most highly coveted cunt in the galaxy before him.
Lifting the sexy blonde’s fit, toned body by her waist, The Titan maneuvered her into position before thrusting his engorged dick deep into her vagina. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” shouted The Girl of Steel from the man’s over penetration. Prior to this moment Supergirl had only known Richard’s touch, she never imagined a man’s member could be so big, so powerful. The first couple thrusts were torturously painful for the young beauty, due to the overenthusiastic ramming that reached all the way to her cervix and from the discomfort of having her tight cunt so widely parted. But soon they both adjusted and Supergirl could not help but scream out and admit; “Oh Rao, I never knew it could be this good! OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…you’re so much better than Richard! OOOOHHHHHHHHH…yes…OOOOOOOHHHHHHH…yes…do me again…OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH…do me again!” The Titan was more than happy to oblige.
Supergirl’s nails dug into The Titans broad muscular shoulders as she was brought to orgasm. She felt the man climax at the same time, a feet her boyfriend could never manage to accomplish, ejaculating deep inside of her. With Richard, Supergirl had never had to worry about a condom; her body’s natural defenses were more than sufficient to handle a human male’s sperm. But whether or not this behemoth of a man could do the job was a worry that never entered her sex crazed mind.
“No! Wait, what are you doing? Please don’t stop?” begged Supergirl as the man lifted her off of his dick and threw her to the ground. The supine girl immediately rushed her hands to her pussy to continue her stimulation, but it was a poor substitute compared to what she had just experienced. “Please…OOOOOOOHHHHHHH…don’t leave me like this…OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH…I need you!”
“Turn around, I want to take you from behind!” ordered The Titan, lowering himself between Supergirl’s long and shapely legs. The gorgeous beauty hesitated for a second; she wouldn’t even do this for Richard, finding it to be demeaning, after all she was a girl not a dog. “I said turn around bitch!” This time the young heroine complied, turning onto her flat stomach and raising herself onto her hands and knees. “You have a great ass girl,” said the man, as he lifted the blonde’s skirt with his left hand and rubbed her butt with his right.
“Please hurry! OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH…I’m so horny!” pleaded the sexy blonde, relieved to feel the man’s hands take hold of her by the hips. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she shouted as her vagina was once again filled by The Titans enormous cock.
“Damn girl you’re incredible! I’ve screwed bitches from over a hundred worlds but you’re…you’re really something.”
Supergirl was so completely out of her mind that she actually thanked him for the semi-complement, though she was not enjoying this position as much as the first. She found it rough and the man’s thrusts were excessively hard. However, the pain was oddly pleasurable and her clit was being stimulated in ways she never thought possible, intensifying her moans and causing her to uncontrollably shake her head, sending her sweaty hair flying in every direction.
Despite the heroine’s protests The Titan withdrew his penis after emptying himself inside her for a third time. The girl simply could not be satisfied, she kept demanding more, and he was already feeling tired. But before resting the man wanted to drill one last time; there was just something about Supergirl’s tight, shapely ass that called to him.
At first Supergirl wasn’t sure why the man had transferred the piece of costume covering her ass entirely to one cheek. Instantly she tensed up, releasing a startled gasp the second she felt the man‘s dick touching her, dripping his warm secretions onto her “buns of steel.” Then a sharp, crippling pain swept across the young blonde’s body paralyzing her for just a moment. “GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT!” she violently demanded, spit flying from her mouth as her arms slapped the floor and her legs began to kick. The intensity of the pain had managed to snap Supergirl out of her sexual craze and back to the horrific circumstance of her reality.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” hollered the blonde beauty as she was subjected to another painful thrust. A stream of blood now began to flow from her anus.
“What’s the matter girl I thought you wanted more? A few seconds ago I had you purring…I guess you can’t handle the rough stuff; well that’s too bad because I plan to pound this tight little ass of your until it turns purple!”
Tears began flowing down Supergirl’s face from the pain. She was desperately struggling to get free but couldn’t find the strength; she was simply too tired and her muscles far too sore for her to succeed. How could I let this monster…this murderer do this to me? How could I just give myself to him like some kind of whore? Then Supergirl suddenly recalled the device. She desperately began searching for the masked girl, but she was nowhere to be found. Just as she was about to give up hope her teary eyes spotted the device lying on the floor, a mere ten feet away.
A psi blast made quick work of the mechanism, shattering it to pieces. The pain from being taken from behind had for the most part already freed her from the machine, but now that it was destroyed the urges entirely went away. Finally she had an answer for all the humiliations; she was not a slut but even though she may not have been responsible for her actions, she knew she could never forget them.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” roared The Girl of Steel as her ass was torn further apart by The Titan’s relentless pounding. Supergirl knew she had to get free, she refused to let this rapists have his way with her any longer. The young beauty’s remarkable spirit once again came through as she somehow found the strength to bear the excruciating pain from her ass and twist her body just enough to fire a psi blast.
The Titan was immediately thrown across the room, impacting the back wall before crashing to the ground. As he raised himself to his feet, he was forced to clutch his chest, a testament to the power of the heroine’s blast.
The perspiration soaked Supergirl was still on the ground, one hand on her throbbing ass and the other helping to keep her upper body off of the floor. Her raised skirt and spread legs, allowed the approaching villain to see the blood flowing from ass, over her caressing hand and down her right butt cheek. But more rewarding was the sight of her exposed cunt, smeared in a mixture of fluids, dripping her love juices to the floor. Her bruised and bleeding face was hanging down surrounded by clumps of sweaty hair. The girl was clenching her teeth in an effort to deal with the pain she felt in her ass.
“I don’t know how I got free, or who messed you up and turned you into a sex fiend, but I guess I should be thankful,” said The Titan before kicking The Maid of Might in the ribs, flipping her onto her back. “My how the mighty have fallen…I bet you can’t even get up girl!”
The Girl of Steel’s eyes were burning with hatred, looking up at the strutting villain. She was in no condition for a fight, that last psi blast of hers having drained her of her reserves. The exhausted beauty needed to rest, she had been beaten, forced into labor and then repeatedly screwed, all within the past half hour. The list of indignities she had been made to suffer was vast, but as The Titan was about to demonstrate by no means complete.
The man’s urine carried a foul, acrid smell and it came splashing down directly against the heroine’s S symbol. “UUUNNNGGGGHHHH…UUUUUNNNNGGGHHH!” moaned the revolted blonde trying to block the filthy discharge with her arms, while trying to wiggle clear. By the time The Titan was through he had left the girl thoroughly soaked in his sent, having paid special attention to her gorgeous face, S covered tits, toned abs and exposed pussy.
Now I’ve had my revenge Supergirl! Oh…and don’t’ worry I’ll make sure to spread the word around the galaxy of what a fabulous fuck you are. I only hope motherhood doesn’t permanently ruin your sexy figure. Name the kid whatever you want I don’t intend to be around, unless I’m in the neighborhood and in need of a quickie.”
The Titan’s word ripped into Supergirl whose hands took hold of her belly as she relived the memory of his three ejaculations. The man’s laughter echoed throughout the Cryo level as he shot into air, bashing a whole through the ceiling.
Can he really have impregnated me, mentally asked the frightened blonde? But this was not the time for such questions as the debris from the ceiling was quick to remind Supergirl. Luckily the larger pieces managed to avoid directly impacting any of the rapidly melting cubes that imprisoned Supergirl’s most dangerous foes. But some of the smaller chunks did strike, forming cracks that dangerously threatened the integrity of the ice.
Complete terror suddenly took hold of Supergirl as she remembered the ten minute countdown. The cubes were already severally melted, pools of water forming around their bases. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” hollered The Maid of Might from the hurt of standing up. The Urine and sweat dripping girl could hardly walk thanks to the pain from her ass and from the sore state of virtually every muscle in her body. Please RAO don’t let me be too late, she thought as she approached the control console. With two seconds to spare The Girl of Steel pressed the abort button, ending the thawing process and returning the system to normal. The exhausted heroine collapsed upon the console, her chest heaving for air.
That was close Supergirl, thought Nina who had been watching everything from the prison’s security control center; a remote override in her hand in the advent that Supergirl failed to make it in time. With the excitement over, Nina secured the desired security camera recordings and made her exit, leaving behind her a room filled with mangled corpses.
The utterly exhausted Maid of Might was relieved to be home. Her muscle sore body struggled with the balcony door before stumbling into the bedroom. The young beauty’s aching vagina and throbbing ass forced her to release pain filled gasped with each awkward and small step. Supergirl’s movements were made even more uncomfortable by the swishing about of the multitude of slimy bodily fluids which the thin piece of costume between her legs was smearing onto her vulva. She was also disgusted by the blood and mucous filled liquid that lined her inner thighs; but nothing was more revolting than the urine that covered her body and was now dripping onto the carpet. The girl’s tangled and wet hair was sticking to her cheeks and neck, assuring that the piss on her face, unlike her sweat and the stream of blood from the right corner of her mouth, did not dry.
Naturally, the sexy blonde longed for a warm bath, but her immediate concern was not slipping out of her filthy costume but finding the stimulation device that she was convinced her opponent had planted in the apartment. The sheer volume of cameras and listening devices that she discovered only heightened her paranoia. The size, as well as the expert concealment, of the devices made it difficult, even with x-ray vision, for her to detect. Even after locating the stimulation device, Supergirl was unable to stop; no matter how many times she checked there was always a new camera or bug. Despite all her power the frustrated Girl of Steel was forced to ransack her apartment; clothes, including several of her costumes were left scattered on the floor.
Fatigue finally dropped the amazing beauty onto her knees. Suddenly, the girl broke into tears, her hands covering her face as she screamed into the air; the calm of exhaustion had finally brought Supergirl to the realization that all that she held dear was now at risk. Oh RAO, she…she knows everything: where I live, my identity, my friends…my…my…oh no Richard! Fear, fear like Supergirl had never known suddenly took hold of her as she jumped to her feet and frantically began dialing her lover’s cell. She hadn’t heard from Richard since last night and it was definitely unlike him not to call. The busy signal drove the girl into frenzy. I’ve got to find him, thought Supergirl, who began moving towards the balcony.
Just as the Girl of Steel passed the TV it suddenly switched on, catching her in mid stride, drawing her towards the screen. “NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!” shouted the prodigious blonde as she saw herself being dismantled by the incredibly cut girl back at the prison. “This can’t be!” protested the heroine, who was horrified to discover the image on every major channel. A small caption apologizing for the interruption of regularly scheduled programs to bring viewers this late breaking story ran across the bottom of every network. “The media is going to have a field day with this…I’m ruined,” blurted out Supergirl, planting her ass on the edge of the bed, her arms lying between her legs, with shoulders hunched forward. All thoughts of Richard were erased from the young blonde’s mind; she was consumed by thoughts of her image, desperate to find someway to explain all this to the public.
For the entire night Supergirl watched her career going up in smoke as she went through labor, begged to be fucked and even let one of the galaxy’s most vile beings take her from behind. In one hand the gorgeous girl held a tub of ice-cream and in the other a beer. Supergirl rarely if ever drank, her Kryptonian physiology did not handle alcohol well and as such had fallen off of the edge of the bed, landing flat on her ass, well before finishing her first bottle. Now on her second beer the intoxicated beauty was unable to find her mouth and the beer like the ice cream was spilling down her face and splashing onto her S logo. Her short, red skirt was raised up on her lap and her legs were widely parted. She was only kept in a sitting position thanks to the bed behind her.
Just like with an election all of the news anchors stayed on throughout the night, playing the footage over and over, occasionally pausing to allow some infuriated mother with her daughter to express her outrage and utter disappointment in The Maid of Might. News teams were sent out to film parent groups burning Supergirl dolls and paraphernalia, while countless polls affirmed the publics disgust with The Girl of Steel, calling her a “super slut;” a “whore,” and a “sexual deviant.”
“Why is everyone acting so surprised,” said a Republican Senator from Texas; “it’s like President Luthor has been saying, ‘if she’s dressed like a slut….’
But the polls also confirmed that most men would still jump her in an instant; “slut or no slut,” said a visiting tourist, “she’s still the hottest number on the planet. I mean sure…I’d probably give her a bath before screwing her, but what matters to me is the super, whether it’s followed by girl or slut doesn’t matter, not with a body like hers.”
As the night turned into morning Supergirl remained on her ass watching as she was denounced by a different media personality every half hour. By this time one would be hard pressed to find an individual throughout the globe who had not witnessed her humiliation and rape. Even if the young beauty had not been too drunk to stand it’s doubtful she would have bothered to get up to go to the washroom, instead she just soiled herself, too depressed to care.
Sleep finally found Supergirl around 7:00AM, and as one might expect it didn’t bring her to a happy place, instead the young blonde found herself back at the prison, surrounded by her frozen foes. A faint chorus of whispers began to grow, coming in like a breeze from her left, then from her right, until finally they struck from every direction. “Slut…slut…slut!” chanted the male and female voices with a deafening authority that forced the heroine to cover her ears. The blond beauty’s head was beginning to throb, threatening to burst like a melon, forcing her to scream out in pain.
Silence; just in a nick of time there was silence. Slowly The Maid of Might uncovered her ears and lowered her arms. “I know this isn’t real!” shouted Supergirl. “I know you’re here, so come out and face me!” The Girl of Steel received no reply. “Where are you?!” demanded the prodigious girl, spinning around to check every direction.
“Linda,” whispered a female voice from behind. Supergirl knew the voice but couldn’t quit place a name. However, she did recognize the all too familiar cut body of the masked girl standing only a foot away. The stunned blonde’s eyes shot open with fear and her jaw dropped, as she watched her opponent’s slim, but muscularly defined arm lash out with a fist.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” yelled the young Krytonian as her opponent’s blow exploded against her S logo, puncturing it on the way to bursting through her breast plate. The blood that erupted from Supergirl’s chest predominantly splattered onto her foe, but the heroine’s tits, neck and upper abs also received a dousing. Blood also came gushing out of her mouth, running down her chin and neck. Supergirl’s countenance was one of encroaching death, but as she stared at her impaled chest one could also see the utter disbelief she felt as she tried to comprehend the impossible.
The Girl of Steel’s body began twitching about as her foe’s fist opened up and began feeling around insider of her. But this sporadic twitching soon turned into violent jerks once the masked girl’s hand gripped Supergirl’s heart, preventing it from beating.
“UUUNNGGGGHHHH…UUUUUUNNNNNGGHHHH…UUUNNGGGHHHHH!” gasped The Maid of Might, the blood in her mouth gurgling, her hands unable to get a grip on her opponent’s arm due to the blood; her own blood. Like a fish on a hook the young heroine’s body was twisting every which way in the vain hope of dislodging her foe’s hand. Nearly thirty seconds had elapsed since the blonde beauty’s heart had last beat.
A fountain of blood accompanied the masked girl’s hand out of Supergirl’s body, leaving the blonde staring in horror at the sight of her dripping heart being displayed above her opponent’s head. The Girl of Steel’s terror filled gaze was quickly drawn down, where despite the best efforts of her hands her warm blood continued to hemorrhage out of the fist shaped cavity. The girl’s S logo, like most of the upper part of her costume, was completely stained with blood.
Supergirl was beginning to totter, her widely spread legs could not support her for much longer. It was at this moment, when the great Maid of Might was at deaths door and about to collapse, that she turned her light blue eyes up just in time to see her foe pull her heart carrying fist back down in a semi circle behind her body to gather momentum for another attack.
The young blonde’s vaginal lips instantly bruised as they were rammed apart by the sheer power of the villainess’ fist, which continued to force its way up the girl’s vagina, brutally tearing at its sensitive lining. The masked girl’s fist was jamming more than just Supergirl’s heart inside of her, but also the strip of costume that barely covered her cunt. In fact, the villainess’ fist had penetrated so far into Supergirl’s vagina that it was lowering the collar of her costume and straining it at the shoulders. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” hollered the young heroine, as her foe’s fist pummeled her cervix and continued its brutal journey towards the girl’s uterus. The internal damage was horrific; blood was flowing out of Supergirl’s pussy and running down her inner thighs and legs. The Girl of Steel’s flat and toned belly was bulging out; a terrifying testament to just how far up her opponent’s arm had ventured. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” continued screaming Supergirl. “OH RAO…MY PUSSY…AAAAAAAAHHHHHH…OH RAO PLEASE….AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH…YOU”RE TEARING ME AP…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
After successfully ramming her hand all the way up Supergirl’s vagina, and planting the heroine’s heart into her own uterus, the villainess began the quick but by no means less painful process of removing her arm. Even though blood was flowing from The Maid of Might’s vagina before, now that the masked girl’s arm was gone it gushed from her pussy, striking the ground as if thrown from a bucket.
Supergirl stumbled back, her hands clutching her severely ravaged and hemorrhaging cunt. She was not concerned with explanations for her continued survival all that mattered to her was the pain; a pain that suddenly increased as her washboard stomach suddenly began pulsating. The athletic blonde was forced to wrap her arms around her fit, toned midsection; the hurt was simply too great.
Supergirl always kept herself in top physical condition; she was a remarkably gifted athlete, who had excelled in sports since early childhood. Even for a Kryptonian she possessed an uncanny degree of balance and coordination, which naturally led her towards athletics. So one can imagine the terror this girl felt at the sight of her fit, tight abs, which were toned to sexual perfection, suddenly soften and turn into flab. With every beat the young blonde’s belly began to grow, soon the fat of her waist was sagging over her belt, which was now fitting uncomfortably tight around her lower hips. Instead of feeling her usual hard, flat abs The Girl of Steel’s hands sank into loose and soft flesh. But even though this transformation may have started with Supergirl’s belly it was by no means limited to it: her firm, tight ass suddenly began to sag and turn fleshy, as it began to grow; this forced her costume to ride uncomfortably between her cheeks. Her narrow, perfectly curved hips expanded out, while her long and shapely legs lost their sexy tone, becoming stumpy and soft. The young blonde’s graceful stride was replaced by the waddle that movement imposed on large transferences of fat from side to side. The muscles in Supergirl’s slim arms lost their definition and turned to sagging fat. Her tits drastically expanded, losing their firm, perfectly tear dropped shape and become little more than large sacks of flab. The girl’s pretty face lost its athletic tightness and cut cheeks, replaced by the round double chin look that matched the rest of her now chubby physique.
Supergirl had created her costume to perfectly fit her tight athletic body; the soft, incredibly thin fabric was wondrously stretched across her athletic, 5’11 frame, perfectly revealing her sexy definition. But as the ravishing blonde’s gorgeously toned muscle turned to fat and she began putting on layer after layer of flab her costume began to tear, as it was stretched far beyond its limitations. From out of these constantly expanding tears poured the obese heroine’s flesh. Her red boots were ripping down the sides, struggling to contain her massive calves.
Tears flowed down The Princess of Power’s chubby cheeks, as she horrifyingly watched her tight, fit body lose its sexy curves as it was transformed into sagging, unshapely flesh. Obesity was a plague that did not affect Supergirl’s people, since Kryptonian society stressed the importance of good health and health living. In fact Kryptonian’s were vegetarians; they had too much respect for life to justify the slaughtering of animals for their flesh. Where Supergirl got into trouble, especially with her father, was that her love for sport did not equal her pursuit of academics; she was actually a poor student by Kryptonian standards. No matter how many metals Supergirl won or how many trophies she hoisted her scientist father continued to be disappointed in her academic standing, but even he, with all his intellectual pursuits, never neglected his physical health. The Maid of Might could not help but feel shame as each palpitation stacked pound after pound onto her formerly sexy and athletic frame.
The Girl of Steel’s expanding waistline could no longer be contained by her belt, which snapped off, brining her stomach much relief, while simultaneously revealing the shocking extent of just how fat she had become. The young blonde’s flat, washboard stomach was no more; instead her toned abs had turned into a huge gut. In fact, she had become so fat that it took her a while to notice that she was not just bulging out from obesity but also out of a state of pregnancy. “This can’t be happening,” cried Supergirl, whose stomach had become so large that it was straining her back, forcing her to support it with her hands. “This can’t be real…this…this…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” screamed the young blonde, unable to finish her sentence as her water broke and she once again began experiencing the pains of labor. “AAAAAAAHHHHHH…I CAN’T…AAAHHHHHHH…I CAN”T…I…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…THE PAIN!” bellowed the girl as her contractions quickened and intensified. Her already severely damaged vaginal walls were further ripped apart, intensifying the blood loss from her pussy and the internal bleeding. Whatever was inside of her was huge, tearing her apart. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” yelled Supergirl, who was now on the verge of unconsciousness, sweat streaming down her face, praying for the suffering to end.
NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” shouted Supergirl, her hands instantly grabbing hold of her pussy, through her widely parted legs. Her short, red skirt was raised upon her lap allowing her to see the piece of costume that barely covered her cunt, and which was so thin that she could make out the narrow parting of her nether lips. In a state of shocked terror the young blonde remained on her ass holding her pussy, the frightful last image of her nightmare, that of the Titan’s head emerging from her vagina, replaying in her mind.
The traumatized girl was sweating profusely, causing her blonde hair to stick to her face and neck. Beads of sweat were pouring from her face, accumulating on the collar of her costume. Other large pools of sweat appeared under her armpits, around her breasts and nether regions, but her entire costume was moist with perspiration.
Minutes passed before Supergirl finally snapped out of her trance, for the first time she noticed that her vagina was wet, soaked not just in sweat but urine. Instantly the girl was disgusted, shaking her hands dry, and cringing at the sight of the orange substance and dried bodily secretions around her pussy and inner thighs. She was revolted at the discovery of her filthy state, forced to cover her nose from her own foul stench, which was a mixture of piss (the Titan’s as well as hers), sweat, sexual secretions and beer.
The girl was delighted, however, to discover that her body was as fit as ever and before attempting to stand she took a few minutes to feel her toned abs, firm ass and cup her perfectly tear dropped breasts. As Supergirl began to rise to her feet she began feeling dizzy and her head began to ache; only the bed prevented her from collapsing to the floor. A moments rest to deal with her hangover and slower movements finally allowed the prodigious blonde to stand, but a near tumble on one of the beer bottles nearly landed her on her ass.
The good news was that her muscles were no longer sore and it no longer hurt to walk; her vagina and ass had thankfully healed, as had the bruises on her abs and face. The bad news was that the TV continued to show the video of her humiliation at the prison. I’ve got to do something, thought Supergirl; I have to defend myself, as much as I hate doing talk shows they might be the only way to save my..., a sudden knock at the door grabbed the heroine’s attention.
“Linda! Linda it’s Lucy!”
“Come on sleepy head wake up!” said Mattie, another one of Supergirl’s friends from school, who, like Lucy, was also one of her teammates on the NYU girl’s basketball team. “Come on girl, Coach is pissed that you missed another practice.”
Oh no, thought Supergirl, looking at the clock; I completely forgot. “Um…listen girls this really isn’t a good time…could I give you a call later?” asked Supergirl, staring at her retched state, her mind racing.
“No way Lin…you promised, we’re suppose to go out, remember?” annoyingly responded Lucy.
“Yeah Linda, you swore to make it up to us for the last few times you cancelled out,” added Mattie.
“Listen girls, I’m really sorry but honestly I’m not feeling well…I need….”
“No way girlfriend, not this time, I don’t care what it takes but you’re coming with us. It’s girl’s night out and we’ve got some wild plans. Now come on Linda let us in,” insisted Lucy.
The last thing Supergirl wanted was to go out, Lucy and Mattie may be her best friends but with everything she’d been through partying was about the furthest thing from her mind. But she knew there was no way out of this without at least opening the door. “Okay just give me a minute…you caught me in a bad spot I’m afraid,” said Supergirl scurrying to pick up her extra costumes and toss them in the closet.
The apartment was in complete shambles, Supergirl having torn it apart for hidden cameras and devices; her clothes were everywhere and items were utterly scattered. The girl did her best to tidy up but this came at the detriment of her own appearance; she slipped on a robe to conceal her costume, and wrapped a towel around her head since she had left her brunette wig in her locker. “Hey girls,” greeted Supergirl as she opened the door.
“Jesus Linda…you’re not even ready…, snapped Lucy; and you’re all sweaty; what have you been doing?
“And what’s that smell?” commented Mattie, grabbing her nose in disgust.
“UUUMMMMM…yeah sorry…I had a really rough night…”
“AAAAHHHH…Linda you smell awful; what happened girl,” asked Mattie.
Supergirl froze, she wasn’t sure what to say, she began moving nervously as she struggled for an answer; “well I…I….UUMM…..”
“Never mind, we’ve got to get you cleaned up girl; even with your looks I don’t think a single guy will approach you smelling like this,” commented Mattie.
“Hey Linda, how can you be wearing a Supergirl t-shirt after everything she has done? I know you’re like her biggest fan and all, but jeez that girl is a total slut; did you see what she did last night?” inquired Lucy.
Supergirl suddenly gasped in shock, she hadn’t realized it but slowly her rob had opened up revealing her costume. “Wait I can explain….”
“How can you not have seen it?” continued Lucy. “I can’t believe I ever looked up to her, she’s a total whore.”
“Linda, don’t tell me you got on one of her costumes under that robe,” asked Mattie, noticing for the first time the red boots that Supergirl was wearing.
“Well…no Mattie wait!” shouted Supergirl too late to stop Mattie from pulling her robe apart, exposing the rest of her costume.
“Damn Linda, you really are a Supergirl fan, though you really should take better care of your costume you’ve got stains all over it,” stated Mattie, pointing to the spots where Supergirl had spilt the ice cream and beer. Neither Mattie nor Lucy said anything but both were amazed at how incredible Linda looked in the costume, they knew she had a great body, model caliber no doubt, but the way she filled the costume she looked as good as Supergirl herself. “Where’d you get the costume anyway Lin…I mean it looks real, not like those common knockoffs.”
“Don’t encourage her Mattie,” demanded Lucy. “Here, the two of you come with me, I’m going to show you what Supergirl is really all about,” insisted Lucy, taking both her friends by the hand and leading them towards the TV. “You see, there look at the way the whore is screaming for more begging to be fucked by that monster.”
“Wholly shit she’s letting him take her from behind, what a total slut,” declared Mattie, as she turned up the volume.
Supergirl was completely dying inside; she was watching her two best friends call her a slut, exclaiming that she was no better than a prostitute. She felt utterly humiliated as her friends cheered her destruction at the hands of the masked girl, yelling that she deserved every second of her defeat. “Enough!” shouted Supergirl, stepping between her friends and the TV, unaware that she had subconsciously entered into her famous pose of hands on hips with legs slightly parted. “How can you say these things? I…I mean Supergirl is not a slut, she stands for truth and justice, she has saved this city… this planet countless of times from evil. Even if she did do these things it doesn’t change the fact that she’s a hero…a force for good and who knows maybe Supergirl wasn’t in control of herself, maybe something forced her to act this way.”
“Oh wake up!” contested Lucy. Look at her Linda she’s playing with herself, begging to be fucked; the girl’s a slut and if you were wise you would burn that costume. I know she’s like your idle and I’m not trying to be mean, but Supergirl is suppose to be a role model, someone for the rest of humanity to look up to, but how can we support a nympho like her.
“Quiet down you two…” demanded Mattie; “the President is on; at last we’re going to hear from someone we can all look up to.”
“As you all know I’ve had my suspicions about Supergirl all along; I’m just saddened to see them come to fruition. I guess some part of me was just hoping, despite all the warnings, that she may actually prove to be all we had hoped, but the proof is indisputable. My heart goes out to all those who believed in her…to all those who she inspired and now betrayed. I share your disappointment; I just hope she has the decency to apologize. I will be proposing that the Senate establish a committee of moral inquiry to determine if Supergirl is really the kind of being we want in this great land of ours. But first we must rebuild the Capitol Building and pay proper respects to all those who lost their lives. There is a lesson to be learned here America, no longer should we rely upon some girl, no matter how super she may be, for our defense. There are real enemies out there, and we must prepare to face them, no matter the cost. The important lessons in life are the ones that hurt, and we certainly paid a steep price for our ignorance, but I promise you those men and women did not die in vain, never again will we pin our hopes upon some horny blonde.”
“Yeah…you said it Lexus!” cheered Mattie.
“What!? You girls don’t really believe her?” questioned the distraught beauty. “She’s just using this to conceal the fact that the economy is in shambles, to galvanize the public and make them forget about all of the charges of corruption that have mired her administration.
Lucy and Mattie didn’t even bother to respond, dismissing Supergirl’s comments as sheer nonsense, the desperation of a naïve mind, refusing to believe the obvious. “Fine...don’t believe me!” shouted the Girl of Steel before storming away and locking herself inside the washroom.
Supergirl was completely livid, expressing her frustration by tossing her robe, as well as the towel over her head across the room. But her anger quickly dissipated as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. The prodigious blonde was instantly struck by the realization of just how filthy she was. Her foul stench filled the room and self doubt once again took hold of her mind. Suddenly the young blonde began to feel nauseous, barely making it to the sink before throwing up. As Supergirl wiped the last of the vomit away from her mouth her mind began to dwell on last night and the Titan’s three ejaculations. And then she remembered her dream, and the image of the Titan’s head emerging out of her vagina. “OH RAO…I’m…I’m pregnant!” blurted out Supergirl, pressing her hands against her flat, tight belly. “No, this can’t be…this isn’t possible!” she protested, fighting back the tears that were threatening to burst. “I’m too young…I’m not ready…I…Oh RAO this just can’t be happening?” said the sexy, but absolutely filthy blonde as she dropped to her knees, trembling with fright. She could no longer hold back her tears, which gushed from her eyes, as her hands continued to hold her washboard stomach, her ass resting on her ankles. For fifteen minutes the ravishing beauty remained on her knees denying that she was pregnant, worrying about what mother hood would do to her career as Supergirl and scared utterly senseless as to what exactly she now carried inside of her. Mattie and Lucy were far too occupied watching the non stop coverage of her humiliation to notice her crying, or think much of her prolonged absence.
Even after calming the storm in her mind and finding the will to stand, Supergirl could not help but keep obsessing over her pregnancy. She rushed to strip off her costume, struggling to slip out, thanks to the moistness and stickiness of the fabric. The nude girl endlessly inspected her fabulous, athletically fit body, turning to the left then to the right compulsively pressing her hands against her stomach, desperate to ensure that her belly was as flat and toned as ever. Even though Kryptonian pregnancies are far shorter than human ones, around 3 months, Supergirl would not show any physical signs for at least a month, but regardless she couldn’t stop checking.
Once satisfied that her abs were as tight as ever, toned to absolute sexual perfection like the rest of her fabulous body, the young beauty proceeded to enter the shower; her filthy costume accompanying her into the tub. Her first area of concern was her pussy, which she washed and washed in an effort to cleanse away the various secretions. Getting the urine smell out of her shoulder blade length blonde hair proved to be the biggest challenge, but eventually the 5’11 athletic girl was finally free of the retched stench.
However, being clean did not mean that Supergirl was now free of humiliation. Her reputation was all but gone and her precious image needed some major PR work if she was to salvage her career. She knew that the last thing she needed was to be spotted flying nude, but she had little choice seeing as she had left her brunette wig back in her locker at school. The danger of being discovered was virtually none, especially since at top speed she would only be exposed for seconds, but nevertheless the girl’s heart bounded wildly until she successfully landed back in the washroom through the window.
Supergirl’s quick trip did have the benefit of drying her hair, whose blonde locks she immediately concealed underneath her brunette wig before heading out of the washroom, a towel wrapped around her amazing body. As a member of the NYU girl’s basketball team, Supergirl, had gotten dressed and undressed countless of times before her teammates, something she had to do with caution since her narrow trim of blonde pubic hairs revealed her natural color.
The sight of Linda’s phenomenal body turned both Mattie’s and Lucy’s eyes away from the continual coverage of Supergirl’s opprobrium. They tried to conceal there interest, as would all the other girls on the team, jealous of Linda’s exquisite and perfectly proportioned figure. As Linda bent down and slipped on a thong they watched, admiring her long, toned legs and tight, shapely ass. What annoyed them more than Linda’s beauty was her seeming ignorance of it; how can she not realize how sexy she is they wondered, the muscles in her slim arms and back flexing as she fastened her bra. A pair of skin tight, low cut jeans and a tight fitting white tee completed Linda’s ensemble.
Supergirl had wanted time to herself; she definitely had a lot on her mind: her career was in shambles, virtually every channel around the world was broadcasting her humiliation, her mysterious masked opponent, the girl responsible for all her woes, was not only stronger than her, but had soundly beaten her twice already, and worse of all she had undoubtedly uncovered her secret identity. Her troubles were compounded by the fact that she had still not heard from Richard and by the fear that she had been impregnated by The Titan, a powerful and sadistic villain who was still on the loose. To add insult to injury her greatest foe, Lexus Luthor, The President of The United States, was becoming more popular than ever, winning the American people over at her expense. The young beauty was naturally overwhelmed with worry; she had been utterly humiliated and her confidence was shattered. She was so depressed that even though her head was still ringing all she wanted to do was lose herself in the first bottle of vodka she could find. However, Mattie and Lucy would have none of it, today belonged to the girls, no boyfriends, no excuses, just crazy fun.
Before leaving the apartment, Supergirl, discretely stuffed one of her costumes into her purse; her red boots she kept on, concealed by her form fitting jeans. The mighty Girl of Steel had no way of knowing that she was existing the apartment for the last time, never to return. As she locked the door all that she thought she was leaving behind was a large mess and a soaked costume in the tub.
Walking down the street with her friends Supergirl was consumed by her troubled thoughts. Already the three girls had passed several bonfires, where people were burning their Supergirl paraphernalia. The young blonde was holding back tears as she watched the crowds burn anything with an S. Swarms of people were gathered before shop windows, watching the endless showings of her ordeal at the prison, on plasma quality, high definition, large screened TVs. Every conversation was about her, and her super hearing made sure that she heard every vile and vulgar word people were now associating with her. Even Mattie and Lucy were discussing what a whore she was but this conversation took a sudden turn when Lucy mentioned how badly Supergirl got her ass kicked by the masked girl.
“I’m not disputing the fact that Supergirl’s a slut, obviously she is, or that she got her ass whopped by that fit ass chick, I just don’t’ think she’s better than Supergirl.
“Oh…come on, Mattie,” sighed Lucy. “Supergirl never even got a shot in…Christ that cut chick was fingering her pussy, holding her above her head, while blood poured from Supergirl’s mouth. I bet you Supergirl is off sulking somewhere too embarrassed to show her bruised ass in public.”
“And you’re probably right, but no one beats Supergirl…she’s like invincible, that girl was obviously using some kind of kryptonite or something.”
“Do I have to make you watch that video again? I didn’t see any glowing green rock or any kind of fancy abracadabra, Supergirl got her ass handed to her plain and simple, and I for one think the slut deserved it.”
“Linda, would you kindly explain to this girl that no one beats Supergirl?”
Supergirl was spared the humiliation of answering: she had been captivated by a large media gathering, one of the largest she had ever seen.
“Excuse me! Umm Sir, what’s going on here?” enquired the heroine of a nearby cameraman.”
“Look girlie I don’t have the time…Oh, sorry about that darling,” responded the chubby, slightly balding man, changing his tune and raising his hopes upon noticing the 5’11 beauty. “Well you see…” continued the man, talking to the fit bodied girl’s tits, while trying to sneak of his wedding ring; “we’ve been told to expect an appearance by Supergirl any minute now.”
“Supergirl…by whom!” demanded the puzzled girl?”
“Bye me!” announced a feminine voice from behind.
“Uh…!” gasped the startled Girl of Steel, turning to discover the phenomenally cut figure of the masked girl.
“Hello Supergirl!” greeted the villainess, unleashing a ferocious blow to the stunned heroine’s face, snapping it to the side, lifting the girl off of her feet and sending her flying back towards a building.
Supergirl’s back slammed into the concrete wall of the skyscraper, pieces of concrete shot out in every direction, before she slumped down onto her ass, her spinning head hanging down toward the ground. Concrete dust was raining down upon the moaning beauty, whose sitting position was only maintained by the broken wall behind her.