Supergirl: Fractured Steel

Part I

Fragments from the asteroid were already showering down upon the Earth, bursting into flames and searing the sky before pummeling the planet’s surface. The resulting earthquakes were killing thousands, collapsing entire buildings and tearing up streets. What infrastructure remained was quickly consumed by raging fires.

Supergirl was trying her best to block out the carnage, constantly reminding herself of the greater good, but no matter how hard she tried, the screams still got through. Tears were streaking down her face, her fists clenching ever tighter; it took every last ounce of restraint to keep her from turning around to aide the suffering.

The Girl of Steel dared not even take a peak at the devastation befalling Europe, from fear of weakening her resolve. However, it took only one look at the asteroid for all the doubt and second guessing to disappear; in fact, the sheer size of it halted her flight. Dr. Pestova wasn’t kidding…this thing will end all life if it hits, thought Supergirl as her light blue eyes struggled to take in what they were witnessing.

The steely-blue mist that swirled around the asteroid and its orbiting fragments made it difficult for Supergirl to get an accurate sense of the asteroid’s composition, shape and size. What was apparent, especially as the young blonde fell under its shadow, was its cold, lifeless nature, which immediately brought a shiver down her spine. She couldn’t explain how but she sensed death; thousands…perhaps even millions had agonizingly died here.

Come on girl no time to waist you’ve got a job to do, mentally encouraged The Maid of Might, adjusting the small respiratory device, even Kryptonian’s need to breath, in her mouth as she resumed flight towards the fast approaching asteroid. RAO! This…this use to be a planet, thought Supergirl, observing the remnants of a battered city as she neared the asteroid’s surface. This world was obviously blown apart by some kind of massive explosion, noted the attractive blonde, briefly entertaining the notion that perhaps it was a piece of Krypton until what remained of the architecture proved otherwise. Had her father been alive he would have undoubtedly taken this opportunity to scowl her; he never approved of her interests in sports, despite her natural athleticism and numerous sporting achievements. The memory of these lectures were distracting, shaking Supergirl’s concentration. Focus! There’s too much at stake; the World is in jeopardy and you’re the only one who can save it! Now let’s stop this ast… “UUUUNNNNGGGHHHHHH!” grunted the Maid of Might, the force of the asteroid proving too much for her, causing her elbows to buckle, resulting in her chest slamming against the surface, flattening her breasts.

Dust fell from the Maid of Might’s tits, S logo, abs and skirt as she lifted her body away from the asteroid. The sexy heroine waited a few seconds for the pain in her breasts to subside before trying again. This time she asserted all of her phenomenal might against the asteroid, channeling, in her flying position, all of her strength into her arms. Her fingers began digging into the surface, cracks forming around her hands in every direction.

Only on the rarest of occasions had the Girl of Steel ever had to fully exert herself and solely against the toughest of galactic foes had she ever had to do so for any significant amount of time. But the girl without equal had now been going full out for over five minutes and the asteroid’s speed had only marginally been reduced. The beads of sweat that had been forming on the heroic beauty’s forehead now began to run down her face, while sweat stains began massing under her arms, breasts and on the narrow strip of blue fabric between her legs.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” screamed the prodigious blonde, almost spitting out the respiratory device, attempting to rally her strength. Every last one of her lean and sexy muscles were flexed; even through her costume one could see her toned, flat abs straining from the exertion.

I can’t explain it…AAHH…AAHH…but it’s fighting me! It’s taking everything that I have! I…AAHH…I can’t keep this up…AAHH…AAHH! NNOOO….my arms, thought Supergirl as they began trembling, threatening to collapse from the strain. Her muscles were now burning, on the verge of cramping up but still she wouldn’t quit. By RAO I refuse to see another world destroyed! I’m SUPERGIRL mentally stated the tiring beauty, in an effort to hold on and rally her strength.

Everything was happening too fast: instead of halting the asteroid with her final push, the powerful blonde suddenly found herself burrowing towards its center. Despite the density of the rock Supergirl was a mile deep in seconds. Her arms were crossed before her, struggling to protect her pretty face. The jagged terrain tore into the fabric of her costume, exposing both of her elbows as well as the majority of her forearms, while shredding up her cape.

Supergirl was rotating her body from side to side, desperate to find a way to stop her descent. “UUUUUUNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!” shouted the athletic beauty, her legs wildly kicking, as she burst into a cavity at the asteroid’s core, scattering steel dulling stone in every direction. Her inertia was finally halted by the cavity’s far wall, which cracked upon impact, crashing her down upon her belly.

“UUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!” moaned the dirt covered Girl of Steel, slowly lifting herself off of the ground. At first, due to her spinning head, Supergirl failed to notice the cuts on her knees and elbows but as her limbs began to bend and take the weight of her body the pain kicked in. “AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!” she whimpered, immediately rolling onto her back and taking her elbows into her hands. Dirt, spit and small pieces of rock came dribbling out of her mouth as she spoke. Her left hand immediately moved to wipe her lips; as it did it brushed her chin, picking up blood from the small cut. Now more attuned to her body The Maid of Might felt the last of her wounds upon her forehead, slightly crying out as her finger made contact. All of these cuts were minor in nature and even though her body would quickly heal, Supergirl still needed a moment to register the injuries.

“Oh…the respiratory device!” suddenly blurted the young blonde, spinning around off of her butt and onto her feet. Lying by the cracked wall she spotted a small, severely dented piece of metal. RAO! It’s ruined, panicked the heroine, her thoughts racing. What am I going....? Supergirl’s mind instantly stopped as she saw, thanks to the extreme cold, her breath. But how is this possible? Inhaling deeply the heroic beauty noted oxygen, the content level was lower than Earths, causing her to feel a little light headed, but it was sufficient.

Running her hands through her sweaty hair to shake out the dust the prodigious blonde thought; This place is incredible: there’s gravity…yet there shouldn’t be; there’s light…yet where’s the source; and there’s oxygen despite no atmosphere. Someone has gone to great lengths to create this…but why? What’s the point of all this, she questioned, turning her attention to her S, which due to her perspiration was proving difficult to wipe clean.

The answer came in the form of a fist, snapping The Girl of Steel’s head to the right, sweat and dirt flying from her face as she stumbled backwards. Supergirl wasn’t as much hurt as she had been taken by surprise. Turning to face her attacker the gorgeous blonde encountered another blow, more viscous than the first, knocking her back against the cavity’s walls.

The assailant was fast; within moments of her previous assault she was already driving her left fist into the sexy heroine’s abs. Supergirl’s back thudded against the stone, forcing her washboard stomach to fully absorb the drilling blow. “UUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!” grunted the athletic beauty through clenched teeth, hunching her shoulders to allow her arms to caressingly wrap themselves around her toned abs.

Having decided it was time for some formalities, The Maid of Might’s attacker took a fist full of blonde hair and yanked back, causing the heroic beauty to scream, “AAAAHHHH!” It was easy enough for Supergirl to comprehend how this woman had been able to hurt her; she was six feet, three inches of solid, bulking muscle. Her skin was deathly white, while her eyes were without irises…only a solid grey could be seen. Except for a pony tail, of shoulder blade length black hair, emanating from the back of her head she was bald. Her cup size was double that of Supergirl’s, but her breasts weren’t as perfectly tear-drop shaped; instead they were harder, rounder. She wore a single strapped metallic bra with an oval shaped crystal in the middle and a high hip lined, metallic thong that barely covered her vulva and pubic hairs. Her feet were double toed, long and completely bare, while her hands were triple pronged.

“I was impressed by your display of power outside the asteroid but I see now that I have nothing to fear…at least not from one as ugly as you,” stated the villainess, bubbling, pink colored spit running between her sharp teeth and out the sides of her mouth, as she stared into Supergirl’s anger filled, light blue eyes.

“Who are you!” demanded The Maid of Might, her attention being drawn to the roaming black dots within the crystal.

“I am Unica and you, girl, are the snack before the feast!” roared the hulk of a woman, bashing her right fist into the heroine’s beautiful face.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” hollered the prodigious blonde, who, thanks to her opponent’s grip of her hair, was forced to absorb the full brunt of the blow. Supergirl was kept screaming: her legs wildly striking out for ground, while her hands reached back for Unica’s left arm, which was lifting her into the air by her blonde tresses. The young heroine gasped out in shock, her toned body tensing upon feeling her foe’s three pronged hand slipping under her skirt and taking possession of her tight, sweaty ass. Protesting; “Hey!” was all the athletic beauty could do as she was raised above Unica’s head. Her legs were widely parted and bent, while her arms were stretched out at her sides.

Even before the strength channeling yells, Supergirl could sense her opponent’s pending assault through the woman’s quickening heart beat and tightening muscles; she was simply helpless to prevent it. Unica, chose the jagged most rock face, hurling the athletic heroine against it with the force of a locomotive. The Maid of Might barely had enough time to mentally register her destination and express the appropriate countenance of fear before slamming front first against the spikes. These lethal protrusions proved incapable of penetrating The Girl of Steel; however, before crumbling, they pushed deep into her lean body, forcing her to holler; “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” from the pain.

Supergirl’s scream was transformed into a sharp grunt as the right side of her body thudded down against the rock floor. Instantly the moaning beauty rolled onto her back, her eyes shut from the throbbing pain that spread throughout the front of her body.

With the hurt receding, The Maid of Might, opened her eyes and slowly began removing her arms away from her body. Her costume had been severely torn, exposing much of her right shoulder and upper right breast. The lower portions of her left breast as well as several of her ribs were also showing. Rips further revealed much of her sexy, toned abs while a further rent, slightly to the left side of her body, split open her short red skirt, exposing her upper left thigh, giving a glimpse of the blue fabric that barely concealed her vulva.

The prodigious blonde was inspecting the damage to her boots when her opponent grasped her by the left ankle. As she was dragged along the rocks The Girl of Steel could see the torn pieces of her costume hanging from the jagged wall; had this not distracted her she might have been able to act before her opponent began spinning her in the air.

Unica, only released Supergirl’s ankle after gaining maximum velocity, sending the heroine into a headfirst collision against the rocks. As the dust settled, Unica found Supergirl implanted up to her neck in the wall, her ass sticking out as her arms limply hanged towards the ground. “I’m impressed…” said the villainess as she yanked the moaning girl from the wall by her blonde locks; “…I expected to see your mashed up brains spilling to the floor. It’s unfortunate really…It might have improved your looks!” declared Unica, before tossing The Maid of Might’s back against the rocks. You might actually turn out to be a bit of challenge…I like that!” stated the muscular villainess, a smile spreading over her face as she circulated her right arm back in preparation to bash the young heroine’s tight belly.

“You’ve had your fun, Unica, but the game is finished!” declared The Girl of Steel, halting the villainess’ blow by taking hold of her wrist with her left hand. It took Unica a few seconds to process the display of speed and co-ordination she had just witnessed. “It’s not the same when your opponent is prepared!” smirked Supergirl as her rival repeatedly failed to break free.

“You arrogant little bitch! I’m going to tear you to pieces!” vowed the villainess, lashing out with her free arm.

“You obviously don’t know who you’re dealing with!” responded Supergirl, once again thwarting Unica’s assault by taking hold of her wrist.

The young beauty loved this part: when the disbelief took hold of her opponent and the notion of defeat began to sink in. But in this case the moment was short lived, Supergirl began detecting a change in her opponent’s strategy; it was as if Unica no longer desired to get free but to….

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” bellowed the sweaty blonde as her foe’s hands took hold of her arms. Instantly Supergirl was consumed by pain. Throughout her body her veins began to bulge out through her skin, turning into a dark black as they began to swell. The only comparable experience in the young blonde’s life had been exposure to kryptonite but this was different…this was evil.

“It looks like you’re the one who doesn’t know who she’s dealing with!” balked Unica, whose wrists were no longer being constrained by Supergirl; in fact, it was now her hands that were restraining The Girl of Steel. “Die girl! Die!” madly shouted the white skinned villainess, wrapping her pumped arms around the heroine’s slender figure.

Supergirl’s athletic, 5’11 body appeared insignificant in comparison to Unica’s massive, muscle packed frame. The young blonde’s toes stretched but could not touch the ground. Her perfectly tear-dropped breasts were being flattened by her foe’s larger and harder tits. She could feel Unica’s ripped midsection pressing against her own toned abs as the air was being squeezed from her body.

The increased bodily contact brought new levels of pain, intensifying the Maid of Might’s screams, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” further enlarging her blackened veins. Internally: she felt her organs tightening, as if someone had taken them into their hands and was attempting to pull and twist them apart.

The pain was worse at the points of contact, drawing Supergirl’s gaze to her flattened tits where she once again noticed the oval crystal in the middle of her opponents’ metallic bra. She was particularly taken by the frenzied state of the roaming black dots. The agony ridden heroine instantly recognized the crystal’s power as the same one that had been fighting her outside of the Asteroid.

Come on girl… you can fight this, mentally urged the suffering beauty, finding the inner strength to overcome the paralyzing pain and simultaneously slam her fists against the sides of her opponent’s head. Supergirl was instantly released, dropping to her knees before collapsing onto her back, as Unica clutched her throbbing head and struggled with her equilibrium.

With the deadly contact severed the pain quickly faded and the sweaty, heaving blonde was relieved to see her body returning to normal. Instantly the prodigious beauty was back in action, gracefully springing to her feet and beating her charging opponent to the draw by connecting with a left cross. The powerful blow rippled through Unica’s body, forcing a stream of blood, or at least what Supergirl took to be blood, since it was black, from the villainess’ mouth before crashing her into the rocks.

Supergirl took a minute to enjoy the view of her massive, semi-conscious opponent thumped down upon her ass and leaning against the wall. A slight smile of satisfaction spread across The Girl of Steel’s face, as she placed her hands on her hips and parted her legs and watched the blood from Unica’s mouth rhythmically drip onto her metallic bra.

The young heroine was in the midst of thinking up something witty to say when she felt a sharp sting on her left knuckles, forcing her to blurt out a sharp, “AAAAHHHH!” When she looked she found a drop of Unica’s bubbling, black blood, which she girlishly wiped away. She continued to watch the blood on the ground with disgust, caressing her left hand with her right, as it corroded the solid rock.

Suddenly, the sexy blonde felt the urge to look around; for the first time she noticed the bodies, all belonging to same species, distinct from Unica’s, and all showing enlarged, black veins. “Oh!” she gasped, holding her right hand to her mouth and wrapping her left around her midriff as she turned to witness the carnage. RAO…Earth! Supergirl froze from the thought, before finally managing to swirl around and look out the several mile long tunnel, she had made. Even with her supervision it was hard to judge precisely how much time she had, but it was obvious that there wasn’t much.

Good she’s still out, thought The Girl of Steel, taking a quick glance at the groaning Unica, before moving to a corner where she could place one hand and foot on either wall and begin to push. Come on girl it’s now or never, she mentally encouraged herself.

The cavity began to shake, pieces of rock were breaking apart and falling all around as Supergirl’s sexy, toned muscles fully flexed, exerting her unparalleled might. “I’ve got to! I’ve got to!” shouted the sweat glistening girl, her blonde tresses sticking to her face and neck. Boulders were slamming against her body from every which way but still she remained focused, pouring every last ounce of strength into widening the crack and splitting apart the asteroid. It’s not enough! My muscles they’re tensing…I…I can’t! I can’t! “NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” shouted The Girl of Steel, unleashing her heat vision, in a renewed attempt to do the impossible. “I’M SUPERGIRL AND I NEVER FAIL!” vowed the young, crazed beauty, moving her head up and down as her heat vision sliced through the asteroid, while her burning muscles continued to tear it apart. Supergirl’s body was now shaking from the effort, after all even she has her limits but she wouldn’t encounter them today, for just when it seemed she would pass out the asteroid split straight down the middle.

The utterly exhausted Girl of Steel now found herself floating in space; unable to breath. Come on girl it’s not that far, she urged, yet again finding the inner strength to carry on. But just as she extended her arms above her head, preparing to fly, Unica grabbed her from behind; slipping a muscular arm under the girl’s sweat stained armpit before wrapping it around her slender neck. “UNGH…let go!” Supergirl began to protest, until the villainess’ right arm stabbed, what appeared to be, a six inch spike directly between her breasts, in the very middle of her S logo.

The spike was actually the crystal that had been at the center of Unica’s metallic bra. The six inch tip had formerly been inside of the Villainess’ body and was now covered with her corrosive black blood as it struck against The Maid of Might’s S shield. The blood easily ate through the soft, thin fabric of the heroine’s costume, creating a small hole, before burning into her tight, smooth flesh. Naturally, this acidic action assisted the spike; nevertheless, it proved more than capable of penetrating The Girl of Steel, forcing her to scream; “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” as it sliced through her Kryptonian DNA.

The incredulous blonde finally snapped into action, taking hold of the spike with her right hand, cutting and burning her fingers and palm, while struggling to free her restrained left arm. This...isn’t possible! “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!” I’m Supergirl…nothing can harm …. “AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!” shouted The Maid of Might, struggling to match Unica’s strength with her own fatigued muscles, desperate to halt the spike’s advance into her chest at three inches.

For a second or two, Supergirl appeared to have the advantage but then her strength began to fade. Her countenance of determination turned to one of anxiety as her right arm began to tremble and the spike once again began to enter her body. One final agonizing scream, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” signaled Unica’s victory. The fading hiss of the gorgeous beauty’s last exhale accompanied the twitching of her body as she watched the two halves of the asteroid pass harmlessly around the Earth.

The lean, athletically toned blonde was slipping into unconsciousness and as such was completely unaware of her position above her opponent’s head. It was at this point that she began to hear a seductive, whispering, female voice in her mind: “You are most impressive Kara Zor-El, Last Daughter of Krypton. Stay with me girl, for I have much to offer you.”

Who are you mentally questioned the prodigious girl, her eyes rolling up into her head as she rapidly floated towards the Earth. Behind her, the white skinned villainess, who had sent The Girl of Steel on her current trajectory, had her arms around her own neck, frantic to prolong her last breath.

“I am Unica and you Supergirl are my new host. Now, open your mind and let us become as one,” demanded the voice. The young beauty’s mind filled with images of death, victims from the hundreds of worlds drained of their lives to feed the crystals insatiable hunger. The white skinned villainess was just one in a long line of hosts; Unica would trade up whenever it encountered a superior vessel or when its current body was injured or simply getting too old.

Supergirl’s body straightened and stiffened as air, from Earth’s atmosphere, filled her lungs. Her light blue eyes began to focus, regaining their former sparkle with each new breath. She was rapidly descending head first towards the ground but what concerned the ravishing blonde was the six inch spike in her chest. Oh RAO! This…this can’t be, she thought, staring at the crystal between her breasts, a somewhat circular pool of blood, her blood, staining her costume around the injury, deforming her S symbol.

“NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” cried the Goddess of Steel, clutching the crystal with her left hand, with her right supporting it as she pulled.

“What are you doing!?” demanded the crystal, its voice pounding inside the heroine’s head, even after the words were spoken. “You would reject me? I offer you the honor of becoming my vessel, of becoming Unica the greatest force in the cosmos.”

“News flash: I already am the greatest, so get out of my body,” proclaimed The Maid of Might, succeeding in withdrawing the crystal by two inches.

“Such pride…good, I prefer to break in my prey. Let’s see if you can handle this girl!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” yelled out Supergirl, her arms falling to her sides and her head leaning back from the pain of having her internal organs contorted, while her veins bulged throughout her body.”

“Submit Supergirl!”

“NNNNNEEEEEVVVVVEEEEERRRRR!” defiantly declared the pain ridden heroine, moving her hands back towards her chest. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she horrifically screamed, in a deep guttural voice, as the assault intensified. But despite the agony the young blonde fought on, once again taking hold of the crystal and beginning to pull. “AAAAHHHHH…I…stand against…AAAAAHHHHHH…everything you represent!”

A stream of blood accompanied the crystal as Supergirl expelled it from her body. Unica’s fading screams and promises of revenge filled her mind as she began to pass out from the exertion. Moments later the tumbling beauty impacted the Earth, steam rising from her body as she lay in the deep crater in the middle of the Nevada Desert.

Part II

Two hours later: The Girl of Steel began to revive. Her first instinct was to inspect her chest, her sore muscles forcing her to groan in pain from the slightest movement. She was relieved to find that all of her injuries had healed, almost as if they had been part of some nightmare but alas the rents and blood stains in her costume were all too real.

The sexy blonde began to feel better as she sat up and wrapped her arms around her knees. She needed a moment to collect her thoughts and process her ordeal but the plume of smoke in the distance couldn’t be ignored. Supergirl stretched out her body, trying to loosen up her stiff and burning muscles before taking flight.

In seconds she was over the small town, aghast at its destruction. Landing in its center it took only one look at the enlarged, black veined bodies for The Maid of Might to realize what had happened.

“Do you like my handiwork Supergirl?”

Spinning around The Girl of Steel, encountered a slender, fifteen year old girl dressed in a pair of tight fitting red shorts and an equally snug Supergirl tee. The crystal was of course situated between the girl’s modest breasts but it was different, along with the floating dots it now had some black liquid at the bottom. In further emulation, the girl’s blonde hair was cut in the same style as Supergirl’s, even flowing to the same shoulder blade long length.

“What do you think…can I pick them or can I pick them?” asked the girl, moving her hands up and down her body as she spoke, before placing them on her hips and spreading out her legs.

“Let the girl go Unica!” demanded the lean, athletically toned heroine, closing the distance between them.

“You know, she really does think the world of you. Kind of ironic…isn’t it Supergirl?”

“I said let her go!” repeated The Maid of Might grabbing hold of the crystal.

“Oh please help me Supergirl! Please hurry this horrible monster has taken hold of me!” begged the girl, a helpless look spread across her face as her arms flapped at her sides.

“Don’t worry I’ll have you free in a second,” responded the prodigious blonde.

“Not!” shouted the girl, unleashing her brutal attack, once again forcing Supergirl’s veins to swell, while squeezing away at her innards.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” hollered the sexy heroine. “AAAAHHHHH…you know this…AAAAAAAAAHHHH…won’t stop…AAAAAAAAHHHH…me!”

“No but this might!” announced the girl, punching The Girl of Steel in the face and sending her skidding down the road.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” That hurt! She’s stronger than before, thought the athletic beauty, raising herself onto her hands and knees, while glancing back to see if she could spot her opponent. She didn’t. Her opponent found her, slamming her feet down against Supergirl’s lower back, after jumping fifty feet into the air.

The gravel beneath The Maid of Might cracked as her body was driven against it.

Unica, then grabbed the heroine’s silky blonde hair, lifting her off of the ground before bashing her face with a solid knee. “Where’s your prideful arrogance now Supergirl!” questioned the villainess as she deposited the moaning heroine onto her knees. “You’re wondering how I’ve gotten stronger,” correctly presumed Unica, relishing the groggy, confused expression upon the sexy girl’s hanging face. “The more I kill the stronger I get...,” said the villainess, pointing at the black liquid in the crystal; “…just wait till it’s full, then we’re really going to have some fun.

The ensuing uppercut sent blood streaming from Supergirl’s right nostril, lifting her high enough into the air that she came crashing down upon a near by roof, before bouncing down and landing, butt first, onto a parked van. The Maid of Might’s tumble was complete when she exerted too much force in freeing her tight ass from the metal, sending her flopping down onto the road. The prostrate blonde’s head was ringing; however, she was far from finished, wiping the blood from her nose with her right index fingers as she lifted herself to her feet.

“It must be humiliating getting your ass kicked by one of your little groupies?” taunted the approaching Unica.

“You still don’t get who you’re dealing with!” responded Supergirl before sprinting forward and taking flight, grabbing the girl around the waist and ramming her against a concrete wall. Supergirl was reluctant to push too hard and end up hurting an innocent girl, this hesitation cost her as she was sent stumbling back, her head snapping to the right from the blow.

“Ha…you were saying Supe....” Unica never got to complete her sentence, a quick one two combination from The Girl of Steel left her unconscious, before she even hit the ground. Supergirl then straddled the supine girl, placing a knee on either side of her, before yanking out the crystal. Satisfied with the girl’s vitals, The Maid of Might cauterized her chest wound with a controlled blast of heat vision.

The sexy blonde was then in turn nearly knocked out as her face was struck by a metal street post, bashing her against the building at the far end of the street. Broken pieces of brick were scattered around The Girl of Steel, her back leaning against the cracked wall, as her ass sat on the pavement. Her red skirt lay on her lap, revealing the thin strip of blue costume between her wildly parted legs. She could see the fuzzy figure of her assailant approaching her through strands of blonde hair. Supergirl closed her eyes and lightly shook her head to try and refocus her vision. The image of Crass dropping the bent, metal pole and picking up the crystal nearly caused the young beauty to wet herself.

Two Years Ago: Supergirl’s History With Crass

Supergirl first encountered the 6’0, Swedish villain on her 17th birthday. The Girl of Steel had been on Earth for a little under a year and was out trying to put an end to a highly secretive criminal organization know as The Clan. She had heard rumors about their leader’s phenomenal strength, but wasn’t particularly concerned as she confronted Crass during her latest high-tech theft.

Up until this point in her career, Supergirl had never encountered any real challenges; villain’s like Lexus were at this stage nothing more than an annoyance. Considering this, the young blonde became complacent, spending most of her time in front of the cameras and giving interviews. She loved showing off and playing to the crowd, fascinated by the world’s fixation with her body.

On Krypton she had been a top athlete but with everything coming so effortlessly for her on Earth, she no longer bothered to train. Naturally she was still sexy and slim but her abs were no longer toned and her muscles no longer tight. Worse of all, she had no fighting ability, nor cared about developing her powers.

Crass, on the other hand, was like she is today, in top form, her body tight and toned and deadly with her fists. But Supergirl wasn’t worried, instead she took pride in her better looks, smugly entering her stance and declaring; “So you’re the mighty Crass! Well guess what, there’s a new sheriff in town.”

“Go home little girl; you’re only going to get hurt!” replied Crass, turning away to resume her crime.

Supergirl couldn’t believe this woman’s arrogance. “You think that suit will protect you!” snapped the young beauty, her super vision revealing the complex wiring in Crass’ tight fitting, silver outfit, which should have covered every inch of her body up to her neck, but for obvious, proportional reasons, she elected to expose a little extra flesh. “In case you haven’t noticed I’m Supergirl!”

“No! You’re way out of your league girl, go back to your photo shoots where you’ll be safe,” responded the Scandinavian beauty, walking right up to The Girl of Steel and staring into her light blue eyes as she mimicked her stance. “Go ahead girl…make your move!”

Supergirl did and wound up outside the complex, flat on her ass, in the rain, rubbing her aching chin. The gorgeous beauty was enraged, running back into the facility to avenge her humiliation. Five minutes later Crass was dragging her bleeding and bruised body back out. The Maid of Might had gotten some shots in but just simply wasn’t in the physical condition to compete with her foe. Her soft body couldn’t take what her opponent was dishing out and when she did gain an advantage was too busy sucking in air to capitalize.

To this day Supergirl remembers how Crass held her in the air by her S logo, her costume wedging up her ass and nether lips, as she cried from the pain. Lightening lit up the night sky as the rain soaked her sweaty and swollen body. She remembers how Crass broke her, forcing her to call her Master and beg for her life. But above all she remembers that last punch, knocking her out to wake up several hours later in a garbage dump. Too sore to move, Supergirl spent that night weeping, soaking up the ranked filth as the rain drenched her body.

In the morning, with her injuries healed, the crying beauty crawled out of the putrid rot to spend the day in bed. It took days for her to lose the retched stench and weeks for her to find the resolve to slip back into her costume. Slowly she began to train, running and playing sports to regain her fitness. It would take time and a lot of hard work for her to flatten and tone her abs but she was determined to recapture her lean, fit body.

At first, Supergirl avoided the high profiled crimes, terrified by the thought of running into the Swedish villainess, but deep down she knew she would have to face her again. Crass had broken her physically and for two weeks, when she could barely stare at her costume, let alone slip into it, had very nearly broken her mentally. Because of this, The Maid of Might chose not to confront the villainess until she was ready, for the battle was also in the mind and it was here that Crass held her greatest advantage.

To the media, who was completely unaware of The Girl of Steel’s defeat, she was still their champion. The sexy blonde did her best to keep up appearances, pretending that nothing had happened, giving the occasional interview but she flatly refused all requests to show of her new body. In the past she would have gladly posed in a provocatively teasing stance or even in a bikini, after all she knew she was hot and was proud of her figure but also because Kryptonian’s as a race were very uninhibited, but she promised herself not to do so until after dealing with Crass. She would play down the frenzy regarding her harder, fitter body by simply saying; “Well, I like to take care of myself. You know eat right…that sort of thing.”

During her training sessions she would imagine the laughs Crass was getting reading about how amazing she was and use it to push herself even harder. Supergirl’s competitive spirit was driving her like never before and after six months she was finally ready.

Supergirl made a conscious decision to give the villainess free rein over the past six months but that didn’t mean she wasn’t keeping tabs on her. By this time she knew the woman’s profile and it wasn’t difficult for the prodigious girl to figure out her next score.

“Your criminal activities have come to an end Crass!” promised the young heroine, trying to sound confident and hide her fear.

Upon turning around the Swedish blonde answered; “Well look who it is. Didn’t I warn you about interfering in my affairs, or have you forgotten what happened the last time we met.

“I’m not afraid of you!” asserted The Maid of Might, cautiously approaching her taller foe.

“Ha…ha…what, you think just because you’ve done a couple sit-ups you can go the distance with me? You’re nothing but a poster girl, Supergirl. Go take your tight little ass to the magazines before I lose my cool.”

“I should thank you Crass; I had lost sight of who I was, but now I’m more than ready to take you down.”

“Oh… better watch it Supergirl; you’re beginning to turn me on.”

“Enough!” snapped the irritated heroine. “We both know you’re not going to surrender, so let’s just get this over with.”

“Ata girl!” praised Crass, stepping towards the lean, athletic beauty.

The resulting bout was both vicious and bloody. Supergirl, now that she was in shape, was the stronger of the two, as well as the faster and more agile, while Crass was technically the better fighter with the psychological edge.

Despite a banging start, The Girl of Steel began to suffer a massive reversal as the villainess’ taunts played with her mind, plaguing her with the demons of their previous match. But this time, when the Swede went after Supergirl’s midsection she didn’t encounter a soft belly; instead she found the girl’s flat, toned abs. The Girl of Steel’s confidence began to grow and soon both females were trading punches, drawing blood and utterly destroying the compound. The micro chips that Crass had come to steal had long been destroyed but neither combatant seamed to care about the damage, they were fighting for something far more valuable.

As the fight drew to a close both females were drenched in each others sweat and stained with each others blood. They were both desperate for air, their breasts jiggling as they breathed. Supergirl was unsuccessfully trying to tear Crass’ power suit, while receiving pounding blows to her face. Finally, The Girl of Steel could take no more: a gush of blood erupted from her mouth and nose as she was knocked down onto her ass, her right arm helping to support her weight. Blood from her sweaty, hair covered face was dripping down onto her S. Her skirt was raised and her legs were spread, revealing her barely covered vulva. She tried to get up, refusing to quit, but each attempt plopped her back down upon her ass. Don’t give up, she kept telling herself, fighting the urge to look up at Crass, whom she was certain was contemptuously standing over her. Tears filled the battered girl’s eyes as she began to accept her loss. The realization was devastating, for she had no excuses, she was in peak physical condition and still she wasn’t good enough.

Or was she: for as Supergirl prepared to beg for mercy she spotted Crass, attempting to runaway. The villainess could barely walk, tripping on her own feet every other step. Wiping the blood from her mouth with her already blood stained left sleeve, The Maid of Might made one last attempt to stand, but couldn’t.

Supergirl may not have won, but as she lay naked in her tub, her costume floating beside her, rinsing away the blood, she felt proud. She had regained her dignity. A broad smile spread across her swollen and bruised face as she lifted her costume from the water, stretching out the sides to allow a better view of her S.

Crass, however, did not simply disappear from Supergirl’s life; she would go up against her a few months later and then again the following year. Although the young heroine has never succeeded in apprehending Crass, she has come away the victor in both of their latest encounters. But each fight has been brutal and hard, pushing the fabulous blonde to her limits.

That’s why the athletic beauty nearly urinated herself at the sight of this brutal enemy taking possession of the crystal. Ever since that humiliating day, two years ago, Supergirl never again allowed her fitness to drop, working hard to maintain her firm, toned body. But, as a brilliant, 19 year old girl in Beijing had come to realize, she still had barriers that she refused to cross. The Girl of Steel was far too enamored with her sexy and lean physique to ever contemplate reaching her full potential by gaining mass and developing her muscles. This insight allowed the Chinese girl, Ziyi, who cared nothing about her femininity, to use her strength enhancing machine in combination with her rigorous training to transform her body into a fitter, leaner and ultimately stronger one than even Supergirl’s. But for now the ass down Maid of Might had Crass to contend with.

Nevada (Present time)

“So this is what all the hubbub is all about!” stated the Swedish beauty, tossing the crystal into the air before snatching it again with her hand.

“Put it down Crass!” demanded The Maid of Might, using the cracked wall to help her back onto her feet.

“Oh…I’ve got a better idea, why don’t I just hand it straight to you and forget I ever found it,” sarcastically responded the villainess, as the heroine approached.

“Trust me, you don’t want anything to do with it,” assured the young blonde, her fists already clenched.

“Why… is it because it’s powerful and evil? Well here you go,” offered the silver clad woman, extending out the crystal for The Maid of Might to take.

As the young beauty reached with her right hand the villainess pulled back her offering, and lashed out with her free left arm. Luckily, Supergirl had fully anticipated the assault, ducking the fist and landing one of her own into her foe’s right side. A quick follow up cracked against Crass’ jaw, tumbling her to the ground and sending the crystal rolling across the street.

“No, it’s because it will get you a beat down!” arrogantly stated The Girl of Steel, confidently striding toward her prostrate opponent; failing to notice the pebbles that the woman was grinding in her hand. The villainess waited until the unsuspecting beauty was reaching down for her before releasing the dust. Instantly, the athletic heroine stumbled back, her spine arching as she rubbed her stinging eyes.

Not one to miss an opportunity, Crass, went straight for Supergirl’s navel, emptying out her lungs and doubling her over. A rising knee then bashed The Maid of Might’s pretty face, raising it back up only to get slammed by the woman’s fists, which simultaneously impacted against her temples. Supergirl’s eyes rolled back and her knees bumped as her legs gave out. She would have flopped to the floor had Crass’ hands not held her up by her hair. A brutal head-butt bruised the overwhelmed girl’s forehead, continuing to rob her of her bearings; leaving her limbs dangling like a puppet. The combination came to an end with a massive uppercut to The Girl of Steel’s midsection. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!” cried out the young blonde as the blow drilled into her lower abs, sticking out her ass as she was lifted off of her feet.

Crass only let go of the heroine’s blonde hair after her fist had exerted all of its force against the girl’s flat belly. Spit dripped out of Supergirl’s mouth as she collapsed upon her hands and knees. She could see her severally reddened lower abs through one of the tears in her costume and hoped that a gentle touch, from her left hand, could help alleviate the pain.

“Huh…huh...” I can’t breath! Everything…; “Huh…huh…,” is just happening too fast, thought Supergirl. A startled gasp flowed from her lips and a slight tremble ran through her body as she felt Crass’ hands take hold of her, just bellow her armpits. The young blonde was then lifted so that the back of her neck was firmly pressing against the woman’s crotch. The Villainess took her time wrapping her arms around Supergirl’s waist, taking pleasure in having the sexy heroine between her legs. And then, Supergirl suddenly found herself upside down, her hands, hair and cape brushing against the ground, with her skirt no longer concealing her pussy and tight ass. Crass’ face was only inches away from Supergirl’s fabled cunt and could smell the girl’s sweet nectar, as well as the dried sweat on the narrow strip of costume, whose soft and thin fabric just allowed one to make out the slight parting between the heroine’s nether lips.

Supergirl’s discomfort was clear but soon her humiliation turned to panic as her opponent leaped into the air. The Maid of Might was soon fifty feet above the ground, desperate to break her opponent’s hold on her waist before she came crashing down upon her head. Her legs kicked out aimlessly, as she alternated, her hair impeded, gaze between her struggling hands and the approaching pavement. But her efforts proved to be in vain. Upon impact her body stiffened for a split second and then suddenly loosened as her head drilled into the gravel.

Crass, kept Supergirl’s limp body pressed against hers, subconsciously roaming her hands along the girl’s fabulously toned abs, licking her lips as she stared at the glorious wonder between the heroine’s widely parted legs, protected only by a thin piece of blue fabric. The blonde Swede regained control of herself just as her hands began wandering in opposite directions, threatening to explore more lucrative assets. Why does she have to be so fucking hot? thought Crass, nearly breaking the heroine’s neck as she tossed her aside. Luckily, for the Girl of Steel, her head came popping out of the gravel, before any serious damage could occur. However, the villainess failed to take notice, distracted, not so much by her attraction to another female, but by her lust for this particular girl, a girl whose very destruction had consumed her every thought since their second encounter.

Part III

Her mind refocused, Crass, took hold of Supergirl’s right ankle and tossed her, like a pitcher throwing a fastball, directly against a burning building. The concrete wall the Girl of Steel impacted shattered upon impact, sending her in and the smoke out of the warehouse.

Had Supergirl been facing anybody else she might have considered a strategic retreat, if only to catch her breath. But she wasn’t up against anybody else, she was fighting Crass and had vowed never to let this woman intimidate her ever again. Patches of soot were covering the young beauty’s face, hair and body, smudging up her costume, especially the front where she soaked it up as she went skidding against the floor after crashing through the wall. Slowly The Maid of Might began to rise to her hands and knees.

She was having difficulty breathing, not just from the physical exertion but from the smoke which was causing her to cough between groans.

The sexy heroine’s red cape was off to her side and her short, red skirt was flipped up around her slender waist, exposing her raised, shapely, tight ass to her Swedish foe. She had no idea her opponent was behind her until suffering a crushing kick to her pussy, instantly forcing her to stand up straight upon her knees and holler into the air in agony as her hands clutched her throbbing cunt.

“Finally, you’re back where you belong girl…on your knees!” proclaimed Crass, forcing the sexy blonde to look at her by taking a firm grip on her hair. Beyond the pain the villainess could see the hatred in Supergirl’s burning, light blue eyes.

“You’ll never break me again!”

“We’ll see about that!” responded the woman to the girl’s defiant remark, by bashing her face with her right fist.

The Maid of Might yelled out, not only from the hurt of the blow but from the brutal yanking of her hair that resulted from her attacker holding her beautiful face in place through a fist full of blonde tresses. The light bruise around the left corner of The Girl of Steel’s mouth was instantly visible, but it took a few seconds for the blood to start trickling down.

Crass then yanked the athletic girl to her feet, releasing her fistful of sweaty, soot filled, blonde hair, but not before gripping the heroine’s lower face in her right hand. The villainess then raised the shorter Maid of Might onto her tip toes and humiliatingly began inspecting the damage, squeezing the sexy girl’s cheeks to try and increase the blood flow from the left side of her mouth. Satisfied, the silver clad, blonde Swede began moving forwards, while retaining her grip on the prodigious heroine’s jaw, forcing her to walk backwards on her tip toes.

Supergirl now gripped both her hands around her opponent’s right arm, which was forcing her spine to arch from the extent to which her face was being held back. With a thud the young beauty’s head and tight ass were pressed against one of the warehouse’s concrete support pillars. She couldn’t see her foe’s left hand but Supergirl correctly surmised that it was about to begin pummeling her vulnerable, flat stomach.

With lighting speed The Maid of Might lashed out, beating Crass to the punch, by landing a blow of her own against the villainess’ equally toned midsection. Supergirl’s first blow was weak but succeeded in getting her released. Now firmly back on her own two feet, The Girl of Steel lashed out again at her opponent’s abdomen. Striking hard and deep, Supergirl kept up with her foe, step for step, as she bent her at the waist and forced her back. A third blow absolutely rocked Crass’ lower abs, nearly doubling her over at a ninety degree angle.

The Maid of Might had poured what strength she could summon into her last two blows but as she slightly leaned forward and reached for a fist full of Crass’ jawbone length blonde hair she soon discovered it hadn’t been enough. With her arms tightly wrapped around her battered abs, both to console and prepare them for the waves of hurt to come, the villainess snapped herself up, splicing The Girl of Steel’s chin open with the back of her head.

The lean, tight bodied heroine’s fortunes were further reversed by a punishing blow to her face, reddening her left cheek and reeling her back, where had she not encountered the concrete pillar she surely would have tumbled onto her ass. The shouts of her opponent lifted Supergirl’s gaze; the startle from seeing her charging foe, whose defined musculature could easily be seen through her form fitting silver suit, only a few feet away wore of just in time for her head to avoid the crumbling fate of the pillar.

The agile Maid of Might quickly took advantage: delivering a pounding hook to Crass’ head just as the villainess was attempting to reacquire her. Adrenaline was surging through the sweaty, young beauty, allowing her to follow up her attack with a pair of left, right combinations. Each massive blow knocked the Swedish woman’s head from side to side, bruising up her cheeks and splitting her lower lip.

Supergirl was getting annoyed; despite having punched Crass all the way to the far end of the warehouse the phenomenally well conditioned woman was still standing…sort of; in reality she was teetering but Supergirl wanted to turn her lights out. With this thought in mind the athletic girl took a moment to draw her strength, her tits jiggling as she breathed and coughed out smoke, before lifting Crass’ chin with her left and preparing to strike with her right. “I’m no longer that scared 17 year old girl you humiliated Crass. You no longer intimidate me…I’ve outgrown you! So go back to the minors where you beloAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Too enraptured in her own speech to notices her opponent’s closing fists, The Girl of Steel suffered a hammering blow too her face, which sent her stumbling back. “You arrogant bitch, I spared your life! I made you what you are today!” shouted the villainess, unleashing another right.

Supergirl’s head was nearly knocked off as it snapped to the side, spinning her body 180 degrees. Strength returned to her jelly legs just in time to steady her stumble and prevent her from falling to the floor. Upon impact blood from her mouth and sweat from her face and trailing hair sprayed into the air.

“What’s the matter sweetie pie…playground too rough for you?” taunted the villainess as she walked up behind the bent over heroine, secretly enjoying the contours of the girl’s tight and shapely ass through her cape.

As Supergirl massaged her aching jaw, with her right hand, blood dripped out of her mouth. Instinctively her left palm maneuvered to collect the drizzle. Incredulously the prodigious blonde stared at the gathering pool as if hypnotized by the drops of red. Oh RAO I can’t go on! Not after everything I’ve been through! I’m just too tired…too sore! If I were rested then things would be different but right now she’s…she’s just too much for me! “No!” Push girl…you’ve got to push! Use the pain and push, mentally encouraged The Maid of Might, reinforcing her new found resolve by clenching her left fist, squishing the blood between her fingers and dripping it to the floor, as she turned and swung at her opponent.

The Girl of Steel’s fist exploded against the attractive Swede’s face, splicing open her bruised right cheek before knocking her down onto her ass. “You fucking little cunt!” raged the villainess, after touching her wound and staring at her blood stained, silver clad fingers. Crass’ furry echoed throughout the warehouse drowning out the sounds of the collapsing structure as she pounced to her feet and lashed out at Supergirl.

However, the athletic heroine was ready: taking hold of the woman’s powerful fist and pulling her towards her as she turned, flipping Crass over her back. The upside down villainess smashed into a concrete pillar, accompanying its shattered pieces to the floor, which she impacted with her head.

The Swedish beauty was incensed, instantly rolling her six foot frame over the concrete rubble and onto her stomach. But as she began to lift herself off of the floor she saw The Maid of Might jump back and take flight. At first she thought Supergirl had decided to run, which was partially true, but as the heroine unleashed her heat vision her jaw dropped and her eyes widened in stunned illumination.

Supergirl had come to accept that she was in no condition to go toe to toe with Crass. Her pride would concede this but not retreat, so the young beauty settled on a compromise. Upon leaping back and flying parallel to the ground the heroine unleashed her heat vision: first upon the concrete column to her left, then into the one on her right, before stretching out her arms in front of her head in order to fly through a third, stripping the burning warehouse of its remaining support structure.

Supergirl barely escaped the tons of imploding metal and concrete. Hovering above the dust covered ruins the sweaty and heavily breathing Maid of Might could detect no immediate sign of Crass. She continued to search, her skirt, cape and soot filled hair blowing about in the breeze, until suddenly being struck by a more pressing concern: the crystal. She had completely lost track of it during the fight but as she turned a blast of dark energy tore through her body.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” screamed the sexy, tight bodied blonde, her arms shooting out to her sides, while her legs spread and bent at the knees. The blast was impacting her from the back and felt as if it was burrowing through and bursting out of her chest. Supergirl’s head was shaking from side to side as she fought to lower it. Her screaming intensified from the horror of seeing her S covered breasts seemingly ripped apart. The blast was attacking her molecular structure, literally creating an expanding chasm that was threatening to tear her to pieces. RAO! This can’t be! I’m invulnerable…this…is…impossible.

With this last thought the attack finally ceased, plummeting the barely conscious Supergirl to the ground. Her extremities, along with her hair, skirt and cape flapped towards the sky as she fell. The lean, athletically toned girl’s back took the brunt of the crash, followed a split second later by her head and then by her limbs, which for a moment defied gravity by continuing to point up before flopping down to join the rest of her sprawled out body.

“Wakey, wakey Pet”

The moaning Maid of Might was slow to respond, with only limited movement in her hips, legs and arms. But this all changed once she managed to raise her head and get a look at her assailant. The agape faced beauty instantly took in a breath of fright and began scurrying to her feet, only to be knocked back down with a flicker from her opponent’s hand.

Upon striking The Girl of Steel’s S covered breasts the little beads burst into eight inch thick vines that instantly wrapped themselves around the girl’s arms, legs, waist and neck.

“You remember my Nega Vines don’t you Supergirl? They certainly remember you!” stated the villainess as she watched, thanks to the heroine’s raised skirt, which was now trapped around her waist, the tip of one of the vines that was holding the girl’s legs stroke the barely visible parting between her nether lips.

“NNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” shouted the terrified blonde, a pleading like quality filling her voice, as she frantically tried to break her bonds. “Stop this Gisela! Stop this!

With the movement of a finger, the sorceress raised the restrained, terrified heroine to her feet. The wavy haired villainess, whose black locks brushed against her bony cheeks and hugged her neck all the way to her shoulders, slowly took the two steps required to close the distance between her and the restrained Maid of Might, who was desperately trying to break free. The villainess couldn’t help but be turned on by the sweaty, young blonde’s sexy and tightly packaged body as her toned, feminine muscles strained against the Nega Vines. The sight was made even better by the rents in Supergirl’s costume, which allowed the white skinned, black eyed sorceress to see most of the heroine’s washboard abs as well as parts of the girl’s perfectly, tear drop shaped breasts. But none of this would have been what it was without the blonde’s protesting screams and occasional pleads, as she violently shook her head, flinging about her sweaty hair, while blood ran from her chin and left side of her mouth, which, like her forehead, was lightly bruised.

Then the scene got even better for the villainess, who was already playing with her fingers in her mouth and feeling her sexy, slim body in her other hand, as Supergirl wildly unleashed her heat vision. Initially the prodigious blonde met with success, either slicing or ripping the vines apart but every time she thought she was free the amputated vines would grow back. Worse still, the vines began to counter The Girl of Steel’s efforts by pulling on her limbs.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” hollered the sweating beauty, the pain quickly putting an end to her heat vision, leaving her aching muscles to combat the grueling tug of the vines.

“Oh! Looks like you’ve upset them, Pet!” amused the sorceress, as the young heroine began to feel her ligaments about to tear, forcing her to scream in heightened agony.

“Burn witch!” shouted the aggrieved blonde, focusing all her rage and frustration into one powerful, continuous blast of heat vision in the hopes that taking out the twenty something conjurer might also take care of the vines.

The Girl of Steel’s countenance of determination in a fraction of second transitioned to being one of shock; then fear; and lastly agony as she watched her heat vision impact a protective magical barrier and be reflected back upon her. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” screamed the sweaty and beleaguered blonde, falling prey to her own attack, which struck right between her breast, burning away her S and exposing her firm, gravity defiant tits.

The villainess could see the humiliation on the young beauty’s face as she lifted her drooping head, forcing the girl to raise her gaze from her bare, slightly reddened breasts and up into her excited black eyes. “You have a lot to answer for Pet! You can’t begin to imagine how I’ve suffered!”

Supergirl continued to try and break free as the sorceress spoke, but astoundingly the vines held firm. The good news was that they no longer were attempting to tear her apart, content in keeping The Girl of Steel restrained before their mistress. “Whatever you’ve suffered I promise you it wasn’t enough!” countered the young heroine, feeling the tingle of warm air against her naked, sensitive breasts. And it was to Supergirl’s perfectly proportioned tits that the villainess now turned.

“I remember these,” fondly recalled the raven haired beauty, clutching, then repeatedly squeezing the sweaty heroine’s injured breasts.

“No! Stop that! STOP!” fiercely demanded the young blonde, her tight body squirming as she fought to get free.

“Oh, so vigorous and firm….I wonder if the rest of you has also made such a remarkable recovery.

“Ungh…Let go!” shouted the startled Maid of Might, her eyes shooting open and jaw dropping down, as her opponent took hold of her vulva.

“I can see why you wear the costume! It must feel great to have such soft and thin fabric rubbing against your pussy! But I’m surprised you don’t protect it a little better. After all, one could just simply….”

“You wouldn’t dare!” frantically interrupted The Maid of Might as she felt her foe’s hand begin to slip under her costume.

Gisela dared! “…slide their hand underneath, like this, and take possession of your prized cunt. Oh yeah…it feels great! Damn girl, you actually live up to the hype! This is the best waxing job I’ve ever felt, it’s so smooth. I can’t detect a trace of a single hair, what’s your secret?” asked the villainess in earnest. Naturally Supergirl didn’t answer but the truth was she had no secret, except for her narrow trim of pubic hairs at the top of her pussy, she was naturally, thanks to her Kryptonian genes, this way.

“NO! LET GO! By RAO I swear I’m going to make you pay!”

“Pay! I never pay without first sampling the goods!”

“NO! GET OUT! GET OUT! How dare you…I’m…I’m Supergirl!

“Incredible! Even after everything you’re still tight. I would have thought you’d be one loose bitch after the ravaging you took.

“Stop it! Please stop it! Gisela, I beg you!” whimpered the Girl of Steel, her sexy toned muscles till desperately flexing in a bid to break free, as her opponent’s index and middle finger probed her vagina.

“It’s Queen Gisela, princess and this time your precious cunt won’t recover from the pounding I’m going to unleash. My vines are going to fuck you so hard that you’ll be permanently left as wide as a whore. It’ll be five times worse than before. You remember the last time don’t you Pet?”

The Last Time: Six Months Ago In Buenos Aires, Argentina

To the cheer of the crowds, Supergirl, beat back the Nega Vines that were threatening to tear apart the city. These vines had caused her some grief, yanking and contorting her body; slamming her into buildings; and so forth, but all in all it was yet another victory for the fabulous teen. That is, until she followed the vines back to their source: Gisela’s undergone fortress.

The alluring sorceress awaited The Girl of Steel on her thrown, her model like body seductively dressed, as she was now, in a loose fitting, white top, with rents in the sleeves that fashionably revealed her elbows. Furthermore, the top was teasingly cut to flash the slightest bit of breast before completely displaying her flat and sexy midsection all the way down to her low lying, tightly fitting, white skirt, which barely stretched down to conceal her vulva. Her long legs called for attention, guiding one’s gaze from her high heels straight up her white leggings, which lasted a few inches past her knees, where her enticing, bare thighs were all but completely exposed by the aforementioned tight skirt.

It goes without saying that Gisela, like Supergirl, is a natural beauty; however, there are some very real differences between them: for one, Gisela, unlike the teenaged Supergirl, was in her early twenties; and needed the help of her two-inched heels to equal the heroine’s height of 5'11. Secondly, Supergirl was a blonde, with a longer freer flowing style than Gisela, whose raven like hair, was closely mated to her face and neck. But the real differences lie in the physicality of the girl’s bodies, for Supergirl was obviously an athlete, possessing a tighter, more toned figure than the sorceress, whose body was not only less defined but lighter tanned, giving the impression that she barely, if ever, did any physical labor. There was however one final distinction that clearly gave The Girl of Steel an advantage: her breasts, for they were not only larger, but more perfectly shaped than Gisela’s.

The villainess’ advantage came in technique, for even though Supergirl had “more,” Gisela put her attributes to better use. The Maid of Might got a sample of this during their first meeting as the sorceress ever so slowly re-crossed her legs, unnerving the heroine with her advances.

“Would you like another look?” straightly inquired Gisela in her Argentine accent.

“W...what?” replied Supergirl

“What’s the matter Pet, never been kissed?”

“Who are you!” demanded The Girl of Steel starting to recover her composure.

“I am Queen Gisela; Ruler of the Nega Realm; Domina of the Mystical Arts, but you, my lovely, can call my Highness.”

“Yeah...I don’t think so,” responded Supergirl, shifting her weight to the right and placing her hand on her cocked hip. This wasn’t the first time the blonde beauty had encountered such arrogance and quickly proceeded to shut this girl down. “Look...your ‘highness,’ I hate to burst your bubble and all, but let’s get a few things straight: one...” said the gesticulating Supergirl; “...I’m not a lesbian. Two, your fancy titles are nice and all but you obviously don’t have a clue whom your dealing with. Oh, and in case you didn’t notice, I just spliced apart your weeds so whatever you thought you were up to...it’s over now.

“Huh! Such defiance...I like that. I never realized you had such spirit...this is going to be fun. You have no idea of the fate that’s about to befall you my pet...a pity really, since I would have liked to have tasted that sensational pussy of yours. I would have stripped you bare and rammed your cunt against mine. I bet you’d barely have lasted... yes, I would have easily humbled you, tiring you out before I even got started. But no matter how hard you begged I would have kept filling you with my juices.”

Supergirl could remember the disgust that filled her, even to this day she was surprised she had let Gisela continue on for so long but she doubted it would have made a difference. Perhaps, had she not been so enraged, she might have taken a second look at the glass floor, or up at Gisela’s left hand, flipping the switch on her throne; instead, she recklessly stepped forward, fully confident that she was about to teach this human girl a lesson.

Beyond anything else, what stood out in The Maid of Might’s mind, more than the helplessness and desperation that consumed her as she was pulled down and swallowed by the floor, was the humiliation of being stripped naked; for, with a snap of her fingers Gisela had suddenly taken possession of her costume.

Supergirl instantly felt an unfamiliar, and uncomfortable, breeze but didn’t immediately realize what had happened “Uh...my costume! Give it back! Give it back!” she vehemently protested as the sorceress enjoyed the feel of the smooth fabric.

But The Girl of Steel had more pressing concerns, as the cold and gooey gel, it could no longer be called a floor, began to splash against her vulva. Worse yet, was the uncomfortable manner by which the gel began rhythmically pressing against her cunt and inner thighs, as if trying to stimulate her. Supergirl’s heat vision had little effect other than to produce a bit of steam and slightly warm the freezing goo. Her arms quickly became, trapped, after a desperate and futile attempt to try and protect the sanctity of her vagina.

Moments later the Maid of Might’s breasts were in the gel’s possession leaving the disturbed and violated Maid of Might with little recourse but to stare up at her opponent, through crying eyes, and with a whining voice beg for her to stop. But what she saw not only enraged her but added to her sense of humiliation: Gisela was holding her costume by the narrow strap that went between her legs, enjoying the sweet aroma of her precious pussy by taking long and deep breaths.

“Oh enough already! This can’t be the first time you’ve been felt up a little!?” exasperated the sorceress in response to the heroine’s relentless pleading. “Enjoy it while you can my pet, for this is just the beginning!” proclaimed Gisela before ramming her heel into Supergirl’s crying face and pushing her down the rest of the way.

No doubt, the traumatic nature of these events were the reason the memory of what transpired was, even after six months, still so vivid in Supergirl’s memory. The near drowning experience of being trapped under the glass floor and swallowing the thick, clear colored gel unquestionable played its part in this.

At first, Supergirl, kept sinking down into the slush, the image of Gisela walking over head getting smaller and smaller as she faded into the void. But then she was suddenly gushed back up, and positioned so that the front of her body was flatly pressing against the floor from beneath.

The thickness of the gel hampered and slowed The Maid of Might’s movements; regardless, she desperately kept banging away at the floor with her fists and forearms. As her air situation became even more critical and she began to swallow some of the gel, she unleashed her heat vision but nothing she did had any affect upon the glass.

“You’re exactly where you belong Supergirl: at my feet!” declared Gisela as she paced about and admired the athletic blonde’s tight and toned body. “Damn you’re hot! I’ve never seen such perfect definition! You obviously work hard to keep yourself fit! It’s really too bad we couldn’t get better acquainted, but at least I’ll always have your costume to remind me of our little encounter,” remarked the sorceress, transporting Supergirl’s costume, with a flick of her wrist, over to her throne, where it was left suspended as if being invisibly worn.

“Tell me...,” casually continued Gisela as she spread her legs and gave Supergirl a perfect view of her white thong; “...does it hurt having your titties flattened against the glass like that? I imagine the pain must be excruciating? What’s that, I couldn’t quite hear you; you’ll have to speak up?” teased the villainess as she watched Supergirl’s body begin to spas; for there was now simply too much gel in her lungs for her to breath. Remarkably, as the sparkle in the blonde’s light, blue eyes began to fade and her mind emptied of all thought, she continued, with what strength was left, moving her left fist towards the glass.

“Such heroic nonsense!” declared Gisela, who, with the slightest flicker from her hand cleansed Supergirl’s lungs of the gel and filled them with air. “Relax, Pet...,” said the sorceress as she looked down upon the naked, gasping heroine; “... it does me no good to kill you until after my Nega Plant has taken what it requires from you.

Supergirl, still panting for air, turned her head back to follow the villainess’ stare. The empty void that had nearly consumed her was gone, replaced by a room littered with, naked, young women, blood mixed with cum oozing out of their horrendously stretched vaginas, the damage from having been so brutally penetrated extending into their lower abdomens and unnaturally parted legs; while their breasts appeared shriveled and flat against their bodies.

The young heroine turned away in disgust, vomit spewing out of her mouth and instantly encapsulated by the gel, which continued to molest her body. Even today, The Maid of Might can’t explain why she sought a second look, but as soon as she did, she wished she hadn’t. For this time she saw the Nega Plant itself, or more precisely an exposed root, that was protruding from the ground. A mixture of terror and revulsion filled the prodigious girl from the sight of the pulsating green root, with its three foot diameter stretched out some thirty feet beneath her.

The root itself was covered by a protective covering, except for a six foot long, eye shaped opening directly at its center. This opening, particularly the black, oil like substance that Supergirl could see swirling around inside was soon to play an agonizing role, and Supergirl, even at that time, knew it.

“Well, what do you think about the source of my power Supergirl? Isn’t it beautiful? You didn’t really think I was out to destroy my beloved home town? True a few of my sisters have had to be sacrificed but I’ve got a feeling that those lovely titties of yours are going to provide all the answers. Now, I can’t really imagine that with a body like that you’re a stranger to any of this. My advice, just do what you always do: think of getting your nails done or that lovely dress you’re latest boy-toy is going to buy you in order to show you around... or whatever constitutes a thought inside that blonde brain of yours. Basically, Pet, just remain on your back and don’t try to scream too much, cause...well as you can see...”said Gisela in reference to the four naked, muscular men who had just walked up and taken hold of her; “...I’m going to have my hands full.”

And like that, the worst forty-eight hours in Supergirl’s life had began, for the Nega Plant, was in no mood to waste time, not when it was hungry. Without any hint of warning the clear, thick gel suddenly splashed to the ground below. The tentacles that restrained the wet and goo covered Supergirl’s arms and legs before she encountered the ground were nothing like the ones that she had fought in Buenos Aires, but were in fact akin to the ones that were currently restraining her before Gisela; for, no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn’t break free.

The inability to break loose of her bonds was a completely foreign sensation to the Girl of Steel, let alone the terror that came from having her legs forced apart against her will. The resulting fear led her on a frantic search to see what was happening below, while her lean, sexy muscles continued to struggle against her restraints. However, Supergirl failed to notice the phallic shaped tentacle until its purple head spewed its black ooze against her washboard stomach.

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” blurted the attractive blonde in disgust as she watched the thick guck slowly flow over her tight abs and begin spilling down her sides. A third, smaller stream began making its way down her body, past her lower abs and into her narrow trim of blonde pubic hairs, which were stained black, one by one, as the ooze navigated the well groomed jungle, before spewing over and between her vaginal lips, causing the girl to shutter, en route to dripping down to the floor. Finally all that was left of the oil like substance was the pool in her navel and the putrid stench. But this memory was nothing compared to the one of having the purple tip rubbing against her vagina, as if testing the strength of her defenses.

Supergirl could still remember her frightened thoughts seconds before the gruesome penetration: Oh RAO no! It’s...it’s huge! I can’t let that thing inside of me! Come on girl, hold tight, no matter what happens just keep ti..., “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” bellowed The Girl of Steel as the tentacle, with one vicious thrust, breached her defenses, brutally ramming her lips apart.

Tears came streaming from Supergirl’s eyes, for that single thrust had instantly penetrated her deeper and harder than ever before. Without any preparation her pussy had been stretched beyond its capacity, tearing the tender lining of her vagina, causing blood to come dripping out from her cunt.

Supergirl could feel the building pressure from the tentacle’s imminent load but was unable to get a shot off with her heat vision from the bulge that kept forming in her body, from her pussy up into her lower abs, every time that the tentacle lunged back into her. And then, all of a sudden, it was too late; the black guck erupted into her with the force of a fire hose, sending her heat vision harmlessly into the air as her head snapped back, while she screamed. In fact, the tentacle was very much like a hose, for it continued to pour its dark goo, in one continuous stream, into The Maid of Might for hours.

Part of the young blonde’s spirit died as the oil like substance began filling up her womb, turning her screams into a mixture of agony and defeat. She could feel the liquid bubbling inside of her; naturally, causing her to worry about its purpose. Oh RAO, please don’t let me get pregnant! I don’t want to mother some demonic child. Please, I’m just a girl! I don’t want to lose my figure; I’ve worked too hard to look like this. Plus, I’m too young to give up my career, being Supergirl is all I have...it’s who I am.

The Girl of Steel had been in utter agony for over a half an hour when she learnt that she had only just begun to suffer. Internally: the tentacle had devastated her vagina, tearing its walls and brutalizing it to the point where she began to lose, not just blood, but also sensation; while her cervix was being battered by the dual combination of over penetration and powerful blasting; and now her uterus could be added to the list, for despite the fact that it could contain no more, the flow of black guck continued. Her womb was crammed so tight that some of the goo was forced to back track and come gushing out of her vagina. Furthermore, the stretching of her uterus bruised up her washboard stomach from the inside, causing it to swell and distend out, making it appear as if she had suddenly gained an extra twenty pounds.

It was at this moment, when the gel covered and screaming Supergirl felt as if her uterus was about to burst, that she began to feel the tingle in her breasts. At first, the enlargement of her tits was arousing, stimulating the sensitive tissue and stiffening her nipples, but as they continued to balloon, stretching her skin tighter and tighter, revealing the web of veins beneath, pain, and nothing but pain remained. The young blonde’s laudable breasts were now filled with so much black goo that they appeared to be a caricature of their former selves. Her chest, lacking the size to accommodate their expansion, left them competing with each other for room. Had she still been wearing her costume they would have torn her S to pieces.

Naturally, there was a limit too how far Supergirl’s skin could stretch, and her tits, like her uterus and vagina were now at the point of rupture. The pressure had to be relieved, and fortunately for The Maid of Might, unable to take very much more and teetering on the brink of unconsciousness, it was, as a gush of black oil came bursting from her nipples and raining back down onto her sweaty; and gel covered body.

But just because the pressure had been prevented from coming to a head did not mean that Supergirl’s suffering had been lessened, for the equilibrium that had been struck was keeping her at the very edge of her threshold. A balance that her burning nipples, were dangerously threatening, as they struggled to eject the thick, black liquid out of her body.

However, it was this purified guck that the Nega Plant had been after; for, it was only in certain, specific female species that it could find the necessary requirements to cleanse its lifeblood. Humans met these conditions but lacked the durability and stamina required to complete the process. Kryptonians on the other hand, as the Nega Plant was discovering, were ideal. Moving quickly to secure the precious spillage, by covering Supergirl’s bloated tits with its specialized suckling cups, the Nega plant quickly came to realize that this slender girl, who at first glance had failed to impress, could probably sanitize its entire supply.

For the next twenty-four hours, Supergirl remained in a semi-conscious state, her eyes rolling up to her head, as groaning moans escaped from her saliva leaking mouth. During this time she surpassed all expectation, not only purifying all of the Nega Plant’s lifeblood but doing so with unparalleled efficiency.

The horrendous damage inflicted upon the prodigious heroine’s body was irrelevant to the Nega Plant’s calculations of keeping her alive for further “experimentation.” But first it needed rest. Dislodging its violating member, releasing a torrent of left over black slime as well as a stream of blood from Supergirl’s battered and terribly deformed cunt; while simultaneously removing the suction cups from her depleted breasts, which had been sucked of every last ounce of nourishment, leaving them deformed and shriveled against her body; but maintaining its hold over the girl’s extremities, leaving the ravaged heroine hanging above it; the Nega Plant ordered Gisela to withdraw the glass floor and bring forth the sun.

The sunlight that entered was highly concentrated, magically altered to meet the Nega Plant’s needs. While her master nourished, Gisela, returned to her orgy, unaware of the healing affect the rays were having upon The Girl of Steel, who remained hanging by her arms and legs.

With each passing hour, Supergirl grew stronger. The physical injuries, but not the mental, were quickly healing. She could once again move her legs and hips without suffering debilitating pain from her vagina; the tears in the lining had healed and the bleeding stopped; though, her outer lips still couldn’t close, having quite not yet regained her former tightness. Her uterus, having returned to its former size and health, was fully healed, as was the internal bruising and swelling that had distended her stomach, which was now once again tight and firm; a testament to her extraordinary fitness. On the other hand, her breasts, still severely tender, had not quite yet returned to their lively, gravity defiant state, but they were well on their way to recovery, and a far cry from the drained and drooping sacks they had been reduced to.

However, what had not improved was her foul odor, but Supergirl, having been covered and filled for so long with the putrid ooze, could no longer detect the stench. But, she could feel the stickiness of the dried guck, gel and sweat that permeated her body; particularly, in her hair; not just in the tangled and knotted blonde tresses of her head but in her narrow trim of black stained pubic hairs as well.

With her strength returning, Supergirl began to think about escape. In many ways these were some of the most trying moments of the entire ordeal for the young blonde: for the same recovery that allowed her to entertain these thoughts, also brought painful, hampering, memories of what exactly awaited her if she should fail.

But Supergirl, by nature, was not a timid girl, lacking the temperament, especially after everything she had endured, to continue playing possum; bidding her time to escape until she was more fully healed. Plus, there was the ever present danger that Gisela might, at any moment, restore the glass floor, an obstacle The Maid of Might had already failed to overcome.

With a ferocious yell, the prodigious blonde, directed all of her strength into one concentrated burst of speed that would, hopefully, break her free from the Nega Plant’s restraints and away to freedom. Partial success with the first instantly put the second into jeopardy. But the very fear that temporarily disheartened, and very nearly caused The Girl of Steel to soil herself, became the very instrument that propelled her, pushing her onwards; forcing the tentacle still wrapped around her left ankle to stretch.

The athletic beauty managed to get back up to Gisela’s throne room, but not out; the Nega Plant was no longer a victim of surprise and a battle of attrition quickly ensued. A battle, that Supergirl realized she was destined to lose, as she saw a swarm of tentacles approaching from below. The naked, straining heroine did her best to beat them back with her heat vision, but there were simply just too many and soon she had a second tentacle clutching her left leg, around her upper thigh; another encircled around her waist; a third coiled around her left breast and a fourth wrapped around her neck with its tip shoving itself down her throat, denying her the ability to breath.

The frantic, sweating heroine was, despite her continued valiant struggles, simply overwhelmed, and would have been dragged back down to a gruesome fate had it not been for Gisela’s blundering, but timely intervention.

The sorceress’ blast had the desired effect of ripping through The Maid of Might’s body, eliciting a hurt ridden scream, whose depth accurately conveyed the torture it was inflicting. However, this torment was not shared by The Girl of Steel alone, the Nega Plant’s tentacles also fell victim, suffering equally from the assault; forcing them to release the fabulous, naked blonde, who then fell to the floor inches away from the opening to the pit, her right arm and leg hanging over the edge.

Terribly sore and desperate for air, Supergirl, after very nearly falling into the pit, desperately scurried away, propelling herself back by sliding on her ass. Her legs widely parted, the young heroine, expected to see Gisela towering over her as she lifted her gaze; instead, she saw the naked sorceress and her four equally exposed lovers being dragged, kicking and screaming, into the pit.

Lacking her usual grace but none of her athleticism or quickness, Supergirl, rolled up off of her ass and lunged straight into the air, flying across the room, over the pit, towards Gisela’s throne, where after momentarily fumbling with the switch, she managed to flip and activate the glass floor. The fatigued blonde, even as she heard the anguished screams from below, remained kneeling by the throne, sucking in air, as the sweat rolled down her naked and athletic body.

Pausing before her magically suspended costume, tears began rolling down Supergirl’s eyes, as she relived the pain of the past couple days. Despite all of her power, she had been violated, repeatedly raped, against her will and forced to accept gallons upon gallons of the Nega Plant’s thick, black secretions into her body. But that wasn’t all, for no simple combination of words could describe what she had been made to endure.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen! Not to me...not to me! How...I ...I mean ...I’m Supergirl...!” quietly whimpered the young beauty, before the grief completely overwhelmed her, collapsing her to her knees, her ass plumbed on her ankles, while her arms consolingly wrapped themselves around her body.

Minutes past before Supergirl regained enough composure to stand. Wiping the tears from her cheeks she proceeded to slip into her costume, finding none of its familiar comfort, since the segment between her legs was too narrow to conceal her parted cunt, while her languishing breasts failed to adequately stretch her S. She definitely didn’t feel like a super girl, and as she walked over the glass floor and stared down at the all too familiar horrors befalling Gisela, she wasn’t sure she ever would again.

The Maid of Might knew it was wrong to feel satisfaction in the reversal but despite the ensuing horrors, she realized she couldn’t risk lowering the magical, glass barrier. No longer able to bare witness, Supergirl abandoned Gisela to her gruesome fate.

Upon returning the following day, fully recovered and with her lean, sexy body once again properly fitting and stretching out her costume, The Girl of Steel found only ruins. The magic that had created and sustained the fortress had expired, leading the young blonde to believe she had seen the last of the sorceress and her perverse master.