Supergirl: Genes

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” screamed Supergirl as her opponent’s fist slammed into her flat and fit abdomen. “OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!” again Supergirl was struck in her abs, doubling her over in pain, her hands rushing to her aching stomach. Her eyes were shut from the pain and the Girl Of Steel didn’t even see the knee that nailed her straight in the face causing her to once again stand erectly.

Her opponent dressed only in a stringy pink bikini firmly pressed her left hand in between Supergirl’s perfectly shaped tear dropped breasts pressing them into her body. The hand then became a fist, lifting Supergirl into the air by her costume violently distorting her S symbol, which only seconds ago was proudly displayed across her magnificent firm breasts. The young heroine’s costume slid up between her butt cheeks and pressured her cunt as she was lifted off of the ground.

Raised a foot and a half into the air, the Girl of Steel found herself at eye level with her foe. Supergirl new she was in trouble and was not going to wait for her opponent to act. A left hook backed by as much strength as she muster was sent at her foe’s face. The blow was blocked by her enemy’s right hand, which after dealing with Supergirl’s attack proceeded towards the blonde girl’s pretty face, striking with great force, snapping back her head. Supergirl recovered from the punch, raising her head back into place, only to have it meet by an even stronger blow, since her opponent had more time and was able to get a bigger wind up than before. Another three punches each successively stronger than its predecessor found there way to the young blonde’s gorgeous face. The last three punches caused a string of blood to fly into the air from Supergirl’s mouth, as her head violently snapped back with each blow. Blood filled Supergirl’s mouth, gushing out as her head sprang back into place, landing on her opponent’s hand and her squashed up S symbol. More blood than Supergirl’s mouth could hold appeared causing her to cough, which sent the blood spilling out of the corners of her mouth, down over her chin and running down her neck. Supergirl’s head hung down towards the ground and her shoulder blade length blonde hair surrounded her face, which was gently swaying from side to side. The Girl of Steel’s entire body was hanging loose just dangling in mid air held there only by her crumbled up S logo in her enemy’s hand.

Supergirl’s adversary was a 6 foot 5 inch tall black woman of 33 years with very short curly hair. Where as Supergirl had a well-defined body that was very fit and firm, her opponent had a solidly toned, well-built body. Their frames couldn’t have been any more different. Supergirl’s model like body was athletic and flexible, while her opponent was perfectly sculpted worthy of a body builder, displaying muscles Supergirl never new existed on a female.

Camera crews surrounded the massively built black woman, who was holding the great Supergirl in the air by her world famous costume and seemingly demolishing her. The entire world viewing audience was shocked, Supergirl, The Girl of Steel, the Maid of Might was being defeated in what so far had been a heavily one sided conflict. Sure they had seen Supergirl hurt before but never defeated, that was impossible, she was after all Supergirl. The cameras swarmed everywhere watching and capturing every possible angle from the ground and air.

Supergirl was not unconscious or defeated though she was hurt. For the most part she lay idle to recover her breath and thoughts but mostly from astonishment for her predicament. She was not used to being on this end of the fight and strong emotions filled her head.

The black woman felt she had posed enough for the cameras and now decided to proceed with Supergirl’s destruction but first she wanted to get a good luck at the young blonde’s face. In a quick and sweeping motion she brushed back Supergirl’s hair and lifted her chin with her free hand, raising her sexy but still bleeding face. The look on Supergirl’s face was golden, her eyes were half closed and the blood coming from her mouth now no more than a trickle from the left corner, where a small bruise had formed around the edges. Strands of her beautiful blonde hair stuck to her forehead, cheeks and neck from the beads of sweat that dotted her face and body. The Maid of Might looked marvelous and was too much of a temptation; the woman placed her free hand behind Supergirl’s head holding it viscously by her hair causing her pain. She then pulled her towards her own face delivering a thoroughly probing kiss. Supergirl’s eyes shot open and her arms flapped at her sides from the shock of being humiliated like this. Every corner of her mouth was being explored and mapped by her opponents tongue. The woman was drinking her blood, while she dominantly probed her mouth. Supergirl was only able to break the kiss after placing her hands on her opponent’s broad, muscular shoulders and pushing hard, finally ending the thirty second dissection of her mouth.

The Maid of Might just stared into the Woman’s eyes in complete shock from her action; she couldn’t believe what had happened. The Woman licked her lips, which had like her mouth the taste of Supergirl’s blood on them. She then brought Supergirl closer to her rock solid body by placing her free hand around her slender waist. Her left hand finally released Supergirl’s costume, which snapped back onto the girl’s body to Supergirl’s aching pussy’s relief. The black woman’s left hand now joined her right in holding Supergirl in a bear hug.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! My back… my back! Stop it… please just stop it, you’re hurting my back… you’re hurting me… stop…you’re hurting me!” Supergirl’s entire body squirmed trying to break or at the very least loosen her opponent’s terrifying grip on her, which was not just causing her pain but also interfering with her breathing. Her legs kicked out aimlessly, her arms flew out into the air franticly; occasionally she would bring her fists down onto the Woman’s shoulders but the bear hug and pain continued. Spit and blood came splattering out of the Girl of Steel ‘s mouth occasionally landing on her opponent’s face as she screamed in pain for her foe to stop. “Please…I can’t breath…no more…no more… I can’t breath…the…pain…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

The Woman put all her energy into squeezing Supergirl’s slender waist and was encouraged by the steadily growing screams and increasing desperation coming from the blond girl’s blood and spit filled mouth. To the viewing audience it looked as if Supergirl would be snapped in two. Great fear and pain as well as sweat were heavily showing on her face. Her screams carried the sheer terror and agony of the hurt she was being exposed to. Finally the Woman relented, she couldn’t break Supergirl like she had hoped.

“UUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!” exclaimed a pain ridden Supergirl who again lay in her opponents much loosened hold grasping for air, her chest heaving massively for air causing her breasts to bounce up and down, while her arms did there best to console her battered back and mid section. Then the Maid of Might felt the Woman let go of her entirely, she began to fall to the ground. Just as her red boots where touching the ground a devastating kick struck the Girl of Steel in her washboard well defined abs, “UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!” screamed Supergirl as she flew backwards for half a block coming to a rest only after smashing into the side of a retail store in downtown Manhattan, forming a large crack in the wall of the store before falling flat on her face after the impact.

Supergirl’s cape had fallen down over her face, not her back as usual. Her Skirt was also higher up than usual since all of her costume had been greatly displaced by her opponent’s pulling on her S logo. This revealed the Girl of Steel’s buttocks and the great wedgy her thin piece of costume between her legs had been and still was causing her. An endless sortie of cameramen and photographers swooped down and around the Maid of Might who was struggling to lift her body off of the ground.

Supergirl heard one of the reporters say the name Tamika Mauler and that answered Supergirl’s most pressing question, who was this woman who was thrashing her all over the streets of New York? Tamika Mauler was the worlds foremost prize fighter, she was undefeated and held the World Title until recently when she was striped of her belt due to excessive violence leading to the death of several of her opponents. Supergirl now remembered who she was but couldn’t understand how she could be being beaten so badly by a human. Supergirl felt that she was still the stronger of the two but admittedly by the narrowest of margins but undoubtedly Tamika was the better fighter as she had been proving for the past five minutes.

The Maid of Might managed to lift herself onto her hands and knees and was slowly regaining her breath and strength but before dealing with Tamika, Supergirl had to deal with another troubling concern, her costume. It hurt her and the pain and discomfort had to go if she was going to beat Tamika. Supergirl raised herself into a kneeling position and began to work on her costume. It gave her more resistance than she expected, for Tamika had greatly displaced it but the resistance largely came from her now sweat ridden body, which was causing her costume to stick to her body. Supergirl’s costume soon was fitting properly again but more importantly for Supergirl it was fitting comfortably.

Tamika was approaching her with powerful steps her right hand was in a fist while her left was grasping her clenched right. A wicked look encompassed her face and she was most pleased with the events of her bought with the all so mighty and undefeatable Supergirl thus far.

Supergirl was now on her feet which she had spread far apart and her arms where stretched out at her sides with her hands tightly clenched into fists. She awaited Tamika’s approach and she was determined to stop her this time.

A reporter got in between the waiting Supergirl and the fast approaching Tamika in hopes of getting some great footage of her approach and hoping to get a brief word or two from the towering colossus. The Maid of Might new this would be a problem, she would have to act fast too get this foolish man out of her way. Tamika acted faster, and with a nonchalant swing of her right arm she smashed the man’s camera on her way to ramming her fist into his face sending him flying across the street.

“NNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” shouted a shocked Supergirl who watched in horror as the reporter impacted the ground and bounced several times finally coming to a stop near a police barricade meant to keep back the great many on lookers. “You monster! You killed him! I’ll make you pay for that Tamika!” a charging Supergirl yelled. The Girl of Steel leaped of her feet and sent an explosive punch at Tamika’s face, which met nothing but air. Instead Supergirl found herself pray to a counter punch from Tamika while still in the air, for Tamika had ducked Supergirl’s punch and instead landed a powerful blow of her own into Supergirl’s exposed mid section. Supergirl had been winded by the unexpected blow and immediately rapped her aching stomach with both hands. Tamika’s next punch struck Supergirl before she had even returned to the ground. Nailing Supergirl right on the left side of her face, which was leaning forward since she had doubled up in the air from Tamika’s first blow to her midsection. “UUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” hollered Supergirl as blood once again flew out from her mouth and resumed its flow down left corner. Supergirl landed hard on the ground on her front side only a few feet away from Tamika.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” bellowed Supergirl as Tamika delivered a thunderous boot to her lower rib section turning her onto her back screaming in pain as she tightly held her impacted ribs.

“I’m still waiting to see where that Super part comes into your name little girl!” taunted Tamika who stood hands on hips with legs slightly parted looking down upon the injured and moaning Supergirl. “Pathetic!” exclaimed Tamika as she spat on Supergirl’ face and S logo. Tamika now turned her attention away from Supergirl to address the Cameras behind her. “I am the greatest! I would like to dedicate this fight to the boxing governing commission who deemed me unfit to fight in the ring, taking away the one thing that made me, me, the Heavyweight Championship of the World. I’m coming for you all next, after I finish with this little cunt. Her costume must be too tight if she thinks she can take me on. I can’t tell you how disappointed I am with the so-called “Girl of Steel” she’s an overrated hoe and I whooped her bitch ass all over this city without even getting a mark on me. The only thing that cunt is good for is for selling magazines and when I’m through with her she won’t even be able to do that! I get a better workout walking my dog, some Supergirl, the strongest girl in the world I think not! She just met her daddy!”

Suddenly the attention of the cameraman and photographers heightened as a barrage of flashes went off simultaneously. “Hey what are you doing? You’re getting my bad side and anyways I never look good without a trophy in my hands, let me grab the super slut then you can take your photos!”

“Don’t worry about me Tamika I’m already up!” said Supergirl as her fist slammed into Tamika’s amazingly chiseled abs. Supergirl quickly struck Tamika’s mid section again and again.

“UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Tamika quickly covered up her mid section, standing with her knees well bent; her body was leaning forward towards the ground. Supergirl had caught her by complete surprise and had hit with as much force as she could summon.

The Maid of Might then connected with a spinning kick straight into Tamika’s lowered head and sent her reeling backwards cutting her lower lip and causing blood to gush from her nose. Tamika was still standing but her footing was shaky and she was struggling to stay on her feet. “Does this explain the Super part of my name you oversized monstrosity?!” yelled Supergirl as she stepped forward and struck Tamika with a mighty side kick to her once again exposed stomach. Tamika went flying backwards, smashing through a department store’s display window in a mall.

Supergirl wiped Tamika’s spit from her face and entered the department store in search of Tamika, who she had lost site of when she sent her smashing through the window. Blood could still be seen from the left corner of her mouth, as could the bruise around the edges of her lips on the left side. The girl’s S logo was blotched by bloodstains and Tamika’s spit was still present having landed on her left breast. Supergirl’s hair was sticking to her face and neck from the numerous beads of sweat that ran down her face. Though her costume had become moist from her sweating, which pervaded her entire body, it was only visible around the collar of her costume, between and under her breasts, under her armpits and most heavily dominant on the thin blue strip of costume between her legs.

Tamika had been knocked down for the first time in her career and was steaming mad. She quickly got back onto her feet and hid as the Maid of Might followed her into the mall. The young blonde was directly in front of her now, her head looking the other way. “You fuckin’ bitch!” screamed Tamika as she launched herself at Supergirl her right hand drawn back in a fist seeking to lash out and knock the mighty super heroine flat on her sexy ass.

The startled Supergirl turned to her left and saw an enraged Tamika coming straight at her. She quickly jumped back and used her flying ability to further her backward momentum and keep her a float of the ground.

Tamika’s right fist missed Supergirl’s face by the narrowest of margins. Supergirl’s eyes widened with fear and her mouth dropped open as the powerful blow missed her face by a hair. But Supergirl kept her wits and reacted quickly by sending a psi blast straight at Tamika’s head knocking her against the back wall of the store. The back of Tamika’s skull took the majority of the impact, causing the wall to crack behind her.

Abercrombie & Fitch, Gap, La Senza, Club Monaco, Banana Republic, Virgin, Macy’s and many more soon found themselves with huge holes in their walls as Supergirl drove Tamika through the entire length of the two block long shopping center. Driving her fists into Tamika’s muscular abs was badly bruising them from the countless collisions with concrete walls, which comprised the many stores in the shopping center. Supergirl busted through the other end of the mall with her fists deeply entrenched into Tamika’s damaged stomach, pushing the black giant through the air who was now in a semi circular shape as her legs and upper body were bent inwards from the force of Supergirl’s fist being driven into her well cut and toned abs. Supergirl once free of the mall threw Tamika down hard on her back down into the street and finding herself to be in the middle of Time’s Square.

Tamika was not unconscious but severely injured. Blood came from the back of her head and from the numerous cuts on her huge back. Her muscular buttocks were also dripping blood and like the majority of her back, legs and shoulders were severely bruised.

The cameras soon caught up to the two battling females and the viewing audience at home missed little of the action considering where the fight had now shifted. Soon all the spectacular angles that people had been getting and more importantly demanded if the station was to keep their loyal viewing returned. What they saw was Tamika on her back with blood coming from underneath her. Her abdomen was heavily bruised and blood streamed from her nose. The champ like Supergirl was drenched in sweat and was breathing heavily. The Girl of Steel was staring down at Tamika from in front of her just by her feet with her hands on her hips and legs spread apart. Both females looked tired and hurt but undoubtedly it was Tamika who looked defeated.

“Okay Tamika you’ve had your fun but the game is finished!” exclaimed Supergirl whose cape, skirt and hair were gently blowing up and down with the wind. This allowed Tamika prolonged looks at what was undoubtedly one of the most highly coveted items in the world, Supergirl’s pussy.

“Oh I don’t think so cunt! I’m not finished yet little girl!” said Tamika slowly struggling to lift her back off the ground and support her self from her elbows and ass. She was not going to let this young, blond, sexy, pretty little white girl beat her, no way. Tamika Mauler loses to nobody. “In fact bitch I kind of like my position from down here!”

And with those words Tamika let loose a thunderous kick straight between the young blonde girl’s parted legs, delivering upon her pussy a frightful hurt that sent Supergirl down to her knees screaming in pain.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Both of Supergirl’s hands clutched her pussy bringing her skirt with them in an attempt to alleviate her pain.

Tamika managed to get to her feet, blocking out the tremendous pain coming from her numerous cuts and terrible bruising throughout her body. “Get up you fucking slut!” ordered Tamika as she yanked Supergirl to her feet by her blonde hair taking a firm grasp of it by her left hand. Supergirl continued to wail in agony from the pain coming from her Vagina, which her hands continued to hold firmly. Her mouth was open allowing her moaning to be heard but it would soon turn to screaming as Tamika unleashed punch after punch upon her washboard abs.

“UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGG GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Stop…Please stop…Stop it…no more!” Each one of Tamika’s punches struck Supergirl painfully about a good three inches under her belly button. Each blow sent the Girl of Steel off of her feet flying backwards, she was only kept from falling on her stomach by Tamika’s hold on her sweaty, blond, shoulder blade length hair, which kept bringing her back onto her feet ready for another punch just like a swing.

Supergirl screamed terribly from the pain in her lower abdomen, which was now rendered a frightening dark black and purple from the intense bruising. After ten continuous blows to what was now a severely damaged region of Supergirl’s body Tamika stopped for brownish green bile had started to pour out of the girl’s mouth. It dribbled from her lips onto her chin, ground and S logo, which joined with the blood and spit in further defacing it.

Supergirl’s body continued to stand only because of the hold on her soft but currently wet and sticky hair by Tamika’s left hand. Her massively bruised lower mid section was hidden to the public by her soft, thin, form revealing costume. But the extent of the damage was obvious to all by the girl’s tending to the region with her hands and by the horrid scream escaping her mouth intermittently broken off to allow the bile to escape.

All the spectators at home, on the streets, as well as those covering the action for their respective but competing networks winced from the dreadful sight of their great protector in such horrific pain, but none dared look away to long. Tamika drew back her right hand meeting Supergirl’s pain filled eyes with her own look of pure evil. She then blew her a kiss as her fist came straight into Supergirl’s right breast with as much cruelty as she could deliver.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Tears filled the young blonde’s blue eyes and ran down her cheeks as she let out terrible agonizing screams. Her left hand caressed her impacted right breast, while her right continued to hold her damaged abs.

Tamika was no were satisfied with Supergirl’s current condition, she wanted her completely finished, as battered and hurt as she could get her. “I loathe you girl. Everything about you, your fucking costume, your pretty face, perfectly shaped tear dropped breast, your slender waist, narrow hips, slender long legs, firm flat abs, cute firm ass and smooth skin, even your fucking blonde hair, I hate it all. I especially hate having to see your face everywhere I go, magazines, billboards, television, the media and public can’t seem to get enough of your phenomenal body bitch. But I’m going to change all that cunt! Look at you now, the high and mighty Supergirl battered to a pulp reduced to a sniveling, whining, little girl. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha some hero you turned out to be!”

Five powerful blows now let loose from Tamika’s right arm landing on Supergirl’s face just under her left eye, causing a cut to open up at the corner and a ring of bruises under it. Blood gushed from her new wound running down her cheek and the bruise around her eye matched those of her lower mid section in severity and pain. Supergirl struggled to stay awake as she was blacking in and out of consciousness. A massive uppercut to her left breast assured she would stay awake and that tears would continue to flow from her eyes, as well as cries from her mouth.

Tamika finally released Supergirl’s hair sending her to her knees where amazingly she managed to stay. Her thighs where well parted and her arms crossed her body with each hand now holding an aching breast. Her head was drooped forward with her sweaty, sticky, clumped together blonde hair concealing her bloodied tear flowing bruised face. Tamika stepped well back to allow those members of the press that were bold enough to approach to get a good long close look at the crying, whimpering, severely beaten Supergirl.

The reporters captured as many shots as they dared and got a good recording of Supergirl’s pain filled cries. But soon they were out of the way as some ran but most were given the chance to experience flight as Tamika charged forward sending them into the air on her way to delivering a perfectly executed jumping uppercut. Supergirl’s drooping face now had added to it a cut on her chin as she was sent flying backwards reaching incredible height, coming back down to the road painfully on her back, with a thud. The impact of the uppercut onto Supergirl’s chin made a thundering crack that could be heard for three blocks in every direction. The Maid of might lay on her back with her body sprawled out, virtually motionless except for her chest, which heaved up and down as she breathed. Her left leg was bent with her foot on the ground slowly moving from side to side as moans escaped her lips.

Tamika new Supergirl was badly hurt but not quite finished. The wounds on her own body were severe and she was feeling the affects of having lost too much blood, which continued to run down her body from her multiple wounds. Supergirl needed only a good couple of blows and she would be done for. With that in mind Tamika reached down and took hold of Supergirl’s right boot holding her by her ankle, lifting her into the air upside down. Tamika would simply smash Supergirl’s head repeatedly into the road and end what had been a most gratifying fight, undoubtedly the greatest of her career.

Supergirl had no idea what was going on around her; she had lost her bearings and couldn’t focus her mind. The gorgeous blonde had no clue she was hanging upside down, or that Tamika planned to end her young life. The girl’s sweaty blonde hair and hands hanged down brushing the road. The blood from her chin, mouth and corner of her eye now changed direction, instead of running down her face it moved up staining her blonde hair. Her pretty face was further tainted by a bruise around the left side of her lips and another one around her left eye. Sweat heavily covered her face and her eyes contained a heavily dazed look. Her S logo a symbol of her awesome might and power was covered by her own blood and bile as well as Tamika’s spit. Her sweat soaked costume especially under and between her breasts and around the collar of her costume, as well as the areas of her costume covering her armpits showed how fatigued and spent the Girl of Steel had become. But it was another sweat drenched area that had grabbed the attention of the ever-growing amount of cameras and that of Tamika who had the best view of all. Supergirl’s sexy red, short, little mini skirt was of course no longer covering her ass and pussy and revealed the thin blue strip of costume that struggled to cover them. Supergirl’s left free leg hanged far to the side, over ninety degrees to her grasped right leg in Tamika’s hand, allowing for glorious shots of her firm ass and beautiful pussy at least as much as her soaked, thin, form revealing costume allowed.

Tamika stared with widely opened eyes straight at Supergirl’s barely covered vulva and had to admit that Supergirl at least deserved her name when it came to her body. The thought of bashing the blonde beauty’s head into the road had escaped her; instead a more sexually oriented one had taken its place. Then Tamika spotted a barely visible little string coming from under Supergirl’s narrow piece of costume that seemed to lead into her vagina. With a broad smile and glistening eyes Tamika’s free hand covered the girl’s pussy giving several gentle rubs before grabbing the thin blue narrow strip of costume, relieving it of it’s concealing duty, placing it as far to the side as Supergirl’s left leg would allow.

Tamika was blinded by the explosion of media lights that simultaneously went off. The media went into a frenzy as Supergirl’s pussy was showcased to the world. Every camera zoomed in on the blond girl’s cunt, marveling at its erotic perfection. The focus on Supergirl’s nether regions had never been greater, her pussy, the narrow strip of blonde sweat soaked pubic hairs and to some disappointment only her right but cheek had been unveiled as men and women all over the world got as close to the television screens as possible. Both genders whether consciously or unconsciously could be found with a hand on their genitalia. Tamika may have been the only exception, but she was doing one better for she split Supergirl’s nether lips apart taking a prolonged look and playful feel before firmly grabbing the protruding piece of string and removing a partially bloodied tampon from Supergirl’s cunt, holding it up for maximum camera attention.

Supergirl, who had remained unaware of the happenings around her even while her thin piece of costume had been relieved of its concealment role, had started to come back to the reality of her situation when Tamika started feeling her pussy. But it was the removal of her tampon that aroused her to the full horror and shame of her predicament.

“That time of the month again, hey sweet cheeks!” taunted Tamika who now was wearing a broad smile on her face.”

“Rao, no!” I have to stop this I can’t believe this is happening, thought the Girl of Steel. She tried to move her body but there was just too much pain, tears again filled her eyes from the mixture of pain and embarrassment. “Please someone help me…please help!” cried Supergirl as she looked around at the army of reporters, cameramen, photographers, police and civilians who stared at her most intimate of parts with mouths open and hands between their legs.

Tamika enjoyed every moment of Supergirl’s humiliation and just let the girl cry out begging and pleading for to be released and for someone to help her. Tamika kept hold of the bloodied tampon by its string and playfully dropped and rolled it against Supergirl’s nether lips. Tamika soon tired of this, replacing the tampon with her own index and middle finger as she began to push her way into Supergirl’s pussy, holding the tampon in her remaining fingers.

“AAAAAAAHHHHHH…stop it you can’t do this to me, I’m…I’m Supergir…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…. Tamika Please!”

Tamika had sufficiently stimulated the girl to cause her to release her vaginal fluid, which Tamika spread out generously all over her outer lips and blonde sweaty pussy hairs as well as her inner thighs. Tamika just kept feeling away playing with the blue-eyed blonde’s clitoris. Soon Supergirl’s pleas for mercy stopped replaced with pleasurable moans. This enraged Tamika who looked down to see the Girl of Steel with her eyes shut tight biting her lower lip as she was being stimulated.

Tamika had been expelled from her sport because quite frankly she was deemed to be mentally unstable. One second she would be normal answering questions in a press conference and the next she would snap and start injuring quite severely reporters because of a funny look she received. In the ring she was an animal, no opponent of hers ever escaped with out serious career ending injuries. The rules and the official meant nothing, only getting her opponent to scream and bleed counted until they could do no more. So when Tamika saw that the Maid of Might was no longer begging and crying from pain but instead actually seemed to be enjoying herself that little thing in her head snapped.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! My pussy, my pussy…ungh…ungh…ungh…AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! wailed Supergirl as she frantically squirmed to overcome the pain in her abs and reach her vagina.

Tamika had driven the bloodied tampon back where she had found it, ruthlessly pushing it as hard and as far as she could get it. She held Supergirl as high as she could by her right ankle and exclaimed, “ the mighty Supergirl reduced to the fucking whore she is. This white bitch was hardly worth the effort!” With that Tamika tossed her into a pool of cameramen, then struck various poses for the global viewing audience. Supergirl was completely surrounded by cameras. Tamika could not see anything that was going on but Supergirl’s painful screams and continuous crying assured her that all was well.

On her back with her hands desperately clutching at her vagina trying to get the tampon out, while crying madly screaming in utter pain was how the cameras were filming Supergirl. She finally managed to overcome the immense hurt in her lower mid section and raise herself off of her back into a sitting position. Her fingers desperately struggled to reach her brutally inserted tampon and remove it, but she could not get a good angle. Saliva flew out of the Screaming girl’s mouth onto her body and the ground. It spread around her face as she managed to get her herself onto her knees. Finally Supergirl managed to get her deeply inserted fingers securely around the tampon removing it. A sudden feeling of joy and relief filled the Maid of Might as she held the blood-covered tampon in her equally bloodied fingers. Her other hand was on her sore pussy which had blood trickling from her now widely parted nether lips.

Supergirl just stared at the tampon through her tear filled blue eyes and just couldn’t believe what Tamika had done and had been doing to her all day. She was Supergirl how could this be happening she thought. Tamika had to be stopped and she was the only one who could do it. She covered up her exposed and aching pussy with the thin piece of her costume, which Tamika had moved aside and got to her feet. Supergirl felt so humiliated and ashamed, but right now all that mattered was Tamika, and putting an end to this nightmare.

“What kind of a dumb ass question is that? I should ring your little neck for asking that! Of course I hate Supergirl! That fucking bitch has had it easy all her life she’s been giving all the advantages but me I had to earn my way. I may not have her looks and amazing sexy white body but let no one doubt who is the champ! That fucking bimbo just learned the reality of life, what it’s like on the streets, man! What’s next? Well that’s a good question; to be honest I don’t know, I mean what could possibly top this!? But I have always wanted to be a figure ska….

Before Tamika could explain the last of her life’s ambitions Supergirl caught her by surprise and lifted her into the air, wrapping her hands as best she could around Tamika’s wide and muscular body. Both females where tightly locked together by Supergirl’s grip on Tamika. Supergirl’s lower mid section was against Tamika’s upper mid section but both Girls were breast-to-breast. Supergirl’s breasts were the perfect teardrop shape, just the right size for her gorgeously fit, firm, athletic body. Tamika’s on the other hand were much larger and a great deal harder than Supergirl’s. They resembled more a man’s well-built chest than a woman’s breasts and as such pressed Supergirl’s far more feminine soft, but firm breasts inwards as they pressed against each other.

“Put me down Super Bitch or I’ll make you suffer far beyond anything I’ve done to your pathetic ass so far!” demanded Tamika. Supergirl continued to head up high into the sky. Tamika squirmed endlessly, managing to free her arms from Supergirl’s hold and move Supergirl’s grip so that both females no longer touched at the breasts. “Okay little girl you asked for it! You either put me down or I’m going to make your sexy breast so flat they’ll resemble a boys chest, you hear me cunt!?” Supergirl was frightened, but she had to get higher and couldn’t afford to lose time.

Tamika grabbed Supergirl’s costume’s collar by the front, which was just under her collar bones with both hands and ripped the Girl of Steel’s costume all the way straight down to her belt, which was well below her navel in the front. This revealed Supergirl’s perfect breasts, as well as showing some of the severe bruising Tamika had inflicted on the young blonde’s lower mid section. Tamika’s large black hands easily encompassed Supergirl’s now exposed stunningly beautiful tits.

Supergirl knew what was to come, but she also understood that she had to get higher at all costs and continued to soar skyward mentally preparing herself for the utter pain she knew was coming. Even before Tamika took action a new wave of tears escaped Supergirl’s blue eyes, she new there would be great pain, but she would have to take it, she just had to get higher.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Tamika was delighted by Supergirl’s screams, she fully intended to carry out her threat, completely destroy Supergirl’s breasts. Tamika’s fingers applied gruesome pressure biting their way deeply into Supergirl’s tender flesh. Her nails penetrated the Girl of Steel’s skin, causing a ring of small cuts to line around Supergirl’s breasts, as Tamika’s giant hands were crumpling them up, brutally.

Supergirl had thought that she could take the immense pain that Tamika was unleashing upon her beautiful perfectly shaped breasts just long enough for her to achieve her desired height, but she was wrong. The pain was excruciating, she cried louder than ever before. As soon as Tamika’s powerful hands had started terrorizing her breast her resolve broke down, she had to stop, she had to save her delicate breasts from this tyrants grip.

Supergirl hands released Tamika’s waist and now grabbed her by her wrists, struggling to free Tamika’s vice like grip from her aching breasts. With a mighty effort including a tremendous scream of determination the Girl of steel managed to pry Tamika’s hands off of her tits, causing them to bounce painfully as Tamika was forced to let go. Supergirl immediately released Tamika’s wrists once her breasts had been freed, rushing her hands to the desperate support of her tortured tits, crossing her arms over her body to do so.

Tamika had managed to save herself from plummeting to the ground with a desperation grab of Supergirl’s hips, managing to get her right arm around the Maid of Might’s left hip, with her hand planting itself on the girl’s firm ass.

Through tear filled eyes Supergirl could see Tamika preparing to assault her already severely ravaged body again. This attack seemed to be directed at her thoroughly destroyed lower mid section, where Tamika had already inflicted tremendous pain and bruising.

Tamika’s punch was inches from Supergirl’s exposed, highly battered lower abdomen, when she was struck by a psi blast dislodging her grip on the young blonde’s ass, sending her screaming to the ground. Supergirl followed Tamika down using her flying ability to keep her directly on top and out of reach, as she released continuous psi blasts into the tumbling Tamika, increasing the speed at which she was descending to the ground. The multiple psi blasts knocked Tamika unconscious saving her from excruciating pain delivered upon her already damaged body by the collision with the earth. Inside a large, deep crater the unconscious Tamika lay lucky to be alive. Her back had been broken upon impact as well as several ribs and her right arm. She was bleeding tremendously from myriad cuts old and new.

Supergirl landed seconds after Tamika’s collision and immediately straddled her. Supergirl’s legs where on either side of Tamika, her sweat covered ass and vagina resting partially on her muscular tits and upper mid section. Supergirl felt she had won but there was no way she was going to take any chances, not with this monster. Upon Tamika’s face Supergirl delivered three right and three left blows, backed with all the strength she had left. She could do no more, she was exhausted and leaned back her arms resting at her sides breathing heavily, starring down at the beaten, unconscious Tamika.

Reporters surrounded the two females snapping and filming away. Supergirl with eyes closed sat on top of a blood hemorrhaging Tamika. The Girl of Steel herself continued to bleed from her chin, left corner of her mouth and eye. Her face was also host to some strong bruising around her left eye and to a lesser extent around the left corner of her mouth. Her ripped costume revealed her fabulous breasts surrounded by a ring of small cuts from Tamika’s fingernails. Undoubtedly her exposed breasts received the greatest amount of attention, but focus also was given to her lower mid section, which revealed painful blackish blue bruising. A strong wind blew the Maid of Might’s cape, blond, sweat and blood filled hair back. Her ripped costume was flapping against the sides of her breasts and tears streamed from her closed eyes across her cheeks. Sweat encompassed her entire body causing it to glisten as she breathed heavily.

Reporters barraged the Girl of Steel with countless questions, shoving microphones inches from her beautiful but battered face and body. Supergirl slowly began to rise, placing a hand between Tamika’s breasts to help her up. Shakily Supergirl managed to stand up. She then slightly bent her knees and with what strength she had left she leaped into the air, slowly managing to ascend into the sky. The cameras focused wildly on the girl’s now revealed narrow piece of fabric covering her vagina, taking notice of how wet it was as well as focusing on her juice sticky thighs.

“Oh, I’m going to kick some serious ass! Every fuckin’ time, no matter what I do that little cunt comes out on top. Well this all changes, starting right now!” The elevator opened and out stepped a tall, attractive red head followed by an escort of four carefully selected female Secret Service agents. Raising the M16 she carried the red head focused her enraged green eyes on a group of scientists directly in front of her. “A billion dollar mistake rectified with the cost of some measly bullets!” The agents withdrew their handguns, but only Lexus Luthor was firing, mowing down scores of white-coated workers, laying waste to the highly secret underground research facility.

“President Luthor…please stop, I can do better I swear!”

“AH here he is the man himself! What was it you said, “Don’t worry Madam President this time Supergirl will die, Tamika is my crowing achievement!”

The professor was trapped in a corner Lexus pointing her gun straight at his head. The man was shivering his body turned sideways toward his employer, his hands covering his face. “I can do better…I swear. Please…just give me one more chance…just one more…please!”

“Sorry Professor, I’ve had it with your constant failures.” Out of the corner of her eye Lexus Luthor caught a group of scientist running for the elevator hoping to escape to the surface. She swirled around and with some repeated pressuring of the trigger she punctured them with multiple wounds, staining their coats red well before they hit the ground. “Where were we? Oh yeah, you were graveling for you life and I was going to fill that useless cerebrum of yours with lead. Shall we continue?!”

“No good God! Lexus! Lexus, please I can still be of great use to you…just hear me out! For God’s sake…please just hear me out!”

President Lexus Luthor pressed the gun into the professor’s forehead holding the man’s head firmly against the wall. “Okay professor, I’ll give you one minute to save your life.”

“Th..th..than..k you…Madam President, you won’t regret this!”

“Fifty five seconds”

“Okay, you see as much as I have been able to map and manipulate Kryptonian DNA it’s still a mystery, I mean it’s incredibly complex, far beyond the human genome. Tamika was as close to Kryptonian as the current technology will allow. But with a raw pure sample I believe I can deliver you vast genetic power. I could build you soldiers with powers far beyond Supergirl’s.

“I don’t need an army of Supergirls Professor. These super beings are a pain; all I need is a very particular bitch dead, not an army of even stronger ones, if that’s even possible to take her place. Plus you haven’t had much success in building these Girl of Steel destroyers, have you? Actually that’s why you have a gun to your head isn’t it!”

“Okay, okay your right my efforts to kill Supergirl have all failed, but I know I can do it if I just get a pure genetic sample from Supergirl.”

“ Isn’t that what you used to genetically alter Tamika Mauler’s DNA, changing her into a Kryptonian?”

“No those were hair samples that we managed to get from Supergirl, what I need is live tissue that’s what will make the difference.”

“And how do you plan to get that!”

“Well the guys and me…I mean I have been working on an idea of using Doomsday’s capsule to build an indestructible robot.”

“Yeah! Okay… minutes up, say goodbye Professor it has been nice talking to you,” said Lexus as she started applying pressure to the trigger.

“Wait! Wait! You don’t understand Supergirl’s DNA could bring about phenomenal changes! It could cure you, it could cure you,” blurted out the desperate man.

“What do you mean it could cure me?” a newly intrigued Lexus inquired releasing her finger from the trigger.

“The kryptonite ring you wear has given you a deadly cancer, Supergirl’s DNA can cure you. Actually her DNA could bring about revolutionary changes, it could cure innumerable diseases with time I could even make you a super being. Tamika was just the beginning, a timid one at that. You would control this vast genetic knowledge the wealth and power it would bring you would undoubtedly bring you that true global control you have always desired.”

“You’re positive it could cure me?”

“Yes, I swear it…I swear it! The only thing is that I will need a living sample that means capturing Supergirl not killing her.”

“Fine, fine so we capture the little princess then we kill her whatever as long as she dies. So professor when will this Doomsday thing of yours be ready and are you sure it can capture Supergirl?”

Wiping his forehead with the sleeve of his lab coat removing the sweat the man proceeded to answer the President’s question, taking a look around the laboratory before finally replying, “months.”

“What!” roared Lexus Luthor as she smashed the M16 into the professor’s face, breaking his nose and causing him to collapse onto his side? “That is completely unacceptable! You have one week, no more! I want that fucking cunt dead, I can’t begin to tell you how much I despise her. Now you have one week either she’s dead or you’re dead!”

“But… but Madam President that’s impossible the robot can’t be ready in that time frame. Even if you hadn’t killed my assistance it would still be impossible.”

“Fuck it, you’d probably just screw it up anyways. Okay I’ve had enough of this pussy footing around. Super Bitch gets it. I’ll do it myself, but if you can’t deliver on that cure and everything else you’ve promised what I’ll do to her will pale in comparison with what I’ll do to you little man!”

Supergirl landed on her boyfriend’s veranda stumbling as she did so barely keeping herself from tumbling to the grown by placing her left hand on the railing. The sliding doors as usual were unlocked and Supergirl slowly made her way inside the apartment, keeping her left hand up against the wall the whole time.

“Oh Supergirl I was so worried, are you okay baby?”

Supergirl looked up into her lover’s eyes but couldn’t answer him a weak smile was the best she could manage. Richard immediately embraced the battered girl, holding her in a caressing hug. Supergirl collapsed into his embrace having no strength left from her grueling battle.

“I saw what happened on TV, I…I couldn’t believe it but damn are you sure you’re okay, she really did a number on you?”

“I’ll be okay, I just need to rest” Supergirl struggled to get these words out, she was beat and her body was aching severely.”

“Don’t worry girl it’s over now, I’ll take care of you!”

Richard gently carried the 21-year-old Supergirl into a warm bath gently undressing the bloodied, bruised and sweat ridden girl before entering the warm water with her in his arms.

A naked Supergirl awoke the following morning for the most part fully healed except for her mid section, which was still hurting her. The bruising there had greatly receded but was still slightly visible as was the bruising around her left eye but all of her other injuries had fully healed. For the most part she felt well but her mind was struggling with how close she had come to meeting her end.

“How are you feeling Supergirl?” a worried Richard asked as he entered the room with a tray.

“I feel okay, though my pride is kind of hurt and to be honest I don’t know if I can face the outside world especially after all that Tamika did to me.”

“Don’t get up! Here look I made you some breakfast.” Richard placed the tray on a table before lying down next to her, giving her a loving kiss. “I think it might be best if you didn’t go to class or practice today. I know that you’re the almighty Supergirl and everything but you’ve been through a lot. Don’t worry I’ll stay with you.”

“Richard, please don’t be offended but I think I need to be alone. I love you more than anything and I really appreciate how you’re taking care of me but I need some time alone.”

“Okay…no problem, I guess I can understand that. I’ll let the coach know you won’t be showing up and I’ll cover your classes. You sure you don’t want me to stay with you?”

“I’m sure, I hope you’re not hurt I just need to work my way through some things.”

“Don’t worry I’m not hurt, you went through a tough bout.”

“You’re the best, no wonder I love you so much.” With that Supergirl rolled on top of her man passionately kissing him, intending to fully reward him for his care and understanding.

A euphoric Richard left the apartment for NYU having already missed his first class courtesy of Supergirl’s love and gratitude.

The young heroine took a quick shower once her love left, quickly cleaning herself up. She stood nakedly in front of the full body mirror in the bathroom. Her period had ended and she was increasingly feeling better, almost a 100%. Though the slight pain in her lower mid section and barely visible bruising served to remind her of what hand been a devastating encounter. The gorgeous blond took comfort in her amazing physique, reminding herself that she had won her battle with Tamika. She was in a tough battle and proved she could stick it out, that she was really a Maid of Might. Having gained sufficient confidence Supergirl slipped into her spare costume extremely pleased she had taken the time to make an extra one. She would fix the other one tonight after cleaning it but first she had questions that needed answering. With that in mind Supergirl took off from the Veranda, heading for the hospital where Tamika Mauler was being held.

As Supergirl descended down to the hospital she was fear struck by the amount of reporters that had gathered. A police barricade had been set up to keep them back to allow the hospital to be able to continue to run its necessary life saving activities. She was soon spotted and as usual the cameras focused as best as they could on the exposed thin blue strip of costume narrowly covering the young heroines vagina and ass.

The second Supergirl touched down she was encircled by the reporters, who all hauled countless questions at her. They all took notice of the barely visible bruise surrounding her left eye. Supergirl had been dreading this moment and was trying to reach the hospitals entrance as quickly as possible, while looking confident, hiding her shame.

“Supergirl, what do you think about being so badly humiliated on live TV”

“Yeah Supergirl you’re still obviously hurt judging by black eye, what about the rest of you; referring specifically to your pussy and tits?”

“Supergirl do you feel violated by the way Tamika treated you?”

“Do you realize that yesterdays fight was the most highly watched and recorded event ever to hit the air waves; how does that make you feel? Especially considering that most likely everyone has on tape your most super of parts? Also how do you feel about the DVD addition that will be hitting the stores next week?”

“What about your image, do you feel it has been irreparably damaged?”

“Have you anything to say to all your fans?”

Supergirl was relieved when she finally hit the police barricade. She was allowed to pass with no questions asked. The police line managed to halt all but two of the numerous crowd-hounding Supergirl.

The man beat the woman in asking his question. “Hey, Supergirl glad to see you’re alright. I represent Playboy magazine…”

“Not again! I’ve already to you I’m not interested in posing nude for Playboy, now leave me alone!” snapped an irritated Girl of Steel.

“Sorry buddy taunted the woman who proceeded to try her luck with her pitch on the fabulous Maid of Might. “Hi Supergirl…um well like many people I caught your fight yesterday and I’m honestly glad to see your okay you had many people worried. It truly is amazing how quickly you heal. What I want to propose is a joining of you, the hottest item on the planet, with Tampax. You see we noticed that you use our product, no surprise really; I mean you’ve obviously noticed the superiority of our brand. So what do you think? Supergirl and Tampax, I can’t picture a better team personally.”

Supergirl finally reached the entrance of the hospital and preceded inside without a word, the police stationed at the entrance held back her two followers.

Well doctor what’s her condition?” questioned Supergirl.

“You two were in a hell of a brawl, glad to see you’re alright though,” the doctor replied. The man was in his fifties and did his best to stay professional in dealing with beautiful heroine but like all he just couldn’t avoid checking out her amazingly fit, athletic body. Supergirl ignored his erection like she did with most men who looked at her having simply come to accept it as a form of flattery, though it really use to annoy her.

“Doctor…about Tamika.”

“Yeah right sorry lost my train of thought. She is in a deep coma in fact chances of recovery are almost none. To be perfectly honest she’s lucky to be alive, the blood lose she suffered was dangerously fatal but we got to her in time, not really sure if that’s good news or not? But don’t worry even if she were conscious she wouldn’t be much of a threat; her back along with several ribs and right arm were broken in your fight. I don’t think you’ll have to worry about her again but you never really know with you super types.”

“You didn’t come across anything peculiar about her did you doctor? What I mean is… do you have any idea what could have made her so strong?”

“We found no weird type of power source or anything but I’m confident I’ve found the answer, though I can’t really understand it. Here, you see look at this.” The doctor ushered Supergirl to a near by console that displayed Tamika’s genetic makeup. “She’s been altered into some other type of being. We don’t know what kind but 97% of her genetic structure is this unknown type while what’s left is human DNA. It’ really an incredible piece of genetic engineering! I had no idea such a thing was possible but yet here’s living proof.”

Supergirl recognized it immediately. Somehow, someone had altered Tamika’s DNA turning her into a Kryptonian. Supergirl felt better in regards to her fight with Tamika, this answered her queries and justified the difficulties Tamika had posed. Though she was glad to have the mystery solved she started to be hit by a wave of fear, someone was producing killing machines that Supergirl wasn’t sure she could continue to stop. What if the next time they fully succeed into making a full Kryptonian, such a fight could get very, very ugly?

Two days after discovering the source of Tamika’s power Supergirl could still think of nothing else. She had to discover who was doing this and stop them at all cost. She was happy to be out of class and heading for basketball practice, hopefully this could get her mind more relaxed. As she approached the tunnel leading down into the gym building she noticed that it was being blocked by a large body of students. They were all watching the TV in the nearby lounge; their sheer numbers forcing people to watch from the hall.

“There has been some heavy police activity tonight along the docks of New York City. Unconfirmed reports claim that police are engaged in heavy gun battles with several criminal organizations in what seems to be an all out gang war. Casualties are apparently very high with no end to the violence seemingly in site.”

Coach is going to kill me thought Supergirl as she searched for the nearest place where she could switch from Linda Danvers into Supergirl. She was on the top floor of her faculty building and every second counted by the sound of the news report. Usually she would change in a girl’s washroom but they would be full at this time of the day, her fastest option lay in the roof. Once on top of the building she quickly slipped out of her low-rise blue stretch jeans and her white stretch t-shirt that barely covered her navel. Supergirl’s bra then thong followed suit with her brunette wig being the last thing to hit the floor. Now naked on the roof of her faculty building the Girl of Steel reached into her purse and removed her rolled up costume and boots. It didn’t matter how many times she slipped her costume on it always felt great. It was so smooth, so delicate and it revealed every curve, every inch of her fit body’s definition; nothing compared to the sensation she was feeling great and looked even better. Once fully dressed as Supergirl she took off in a hurry for the docks her cape and blond hair flapping in the wind.

Judging by the description of the broadcast Supergirl expected to encounter a war zone, but as she arrived at the docks she found no sign of gun fights anywhere. Police where there but they were only struggling with reporters on the ground and above so far succeeding in keeping them away.

A blinking light seemed to be Signaling Supergirl to land and she proceeded to do so at the source of the beam. “What’s going on here?” demanded Supergirl of the two female officers in front of her.

“Thank God you’re here Supergirl!”

“Yeah just in a nick of time!” exclaimed the second officer.

“You’re needed in that small little building straight ahead, some kind of hostage situation don’t know much more other than it’s serious, hope you can help.”

“Thanks officers, don’t worry I’ll handle the situation.”

Supergirl opened the door to the building and quietly slipped in closing the door behind her. From the outside the building seemed to be made of wood but inside it was all lined with stainless steel. There was nothing special to the building it was indeed small a simple collection of four walls, only one exit and everything was in plain site. Directly in front of the Girl of Steel stood two athletic looking girls dressed in short black skirts and jackets with their backs to her. In front of the two women were two other figures, one was definitely male, dressed in a white lab coat the other was female but she couldn’t see a face.

“Okay what’s going on here,” demanded the maid of Might as she stepped forward toward the foursome.”

“Oh good you’re here little cunt, about time.”

Supergirl recognized the voice immediately, someone her eyes confirmed as Lexus Luthor stepped out from behind the two female Secret Service agents.

Both females stopped at about two feet apart from each other. Supergirl placed both her hands on her hips with her legs parted while Lexus did the same but with only one hand on her hip the other resting at her side.

“What do you want Lexus, I don’t have time for your games.”

“Well to be honest I’m here to settle old scores cutie pie, to finish what Tamika and a whole army of others couldn’t.”

Lexus Luthor stood at equal height with Supergirl both being 5’11. Lexus had become the nations President at a mere 29 years of age and one of the worlds riches people before she was even twenty. Her red hair was tied in a bun and her green eyes starred directly into Supergirl’s blue ones. She wore a gray business jacket with a mini skirt of equal color, which was just as short as Supergirl’s barely covering her vagina and ass. Both girls were fit with firm attractive bodies but Supergirl unquestionably was the more beautiful. Lexus did however poses a larger set of breasts, though Supergirl doubted they were real.

“It doesn’t surprise me your being behind Tamika Lexus, how much of the peoples money did you waste on that failure?”

“Well from start to finish I would easily have to say well over five billion,” replied Lexus as she took a step to close the distance between them. Now both of their nipples where touching.

“Surely you don’t think you can beat me do you? You wouldn’t stand a chance!”

“Who does stand a chance against the Mighty Supergirl? No bitch I don’t think I can beat you, the past has shown that, but I would like to show you my ring.”

“Hey stop that!” a shocked Supergirl demanded as Lexus placed her left hand on and between Supergirl’s tits placing it directly in the middle of the girl’s S logo. Before Supergirl could remove the intrusive hand, Lexus’s right hand flipped the top off of her ring on her left hand revealing what was the last piece of Kryptonite on Earth, which was directly in the middle of the blond girl’s breasts.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Supergirl’s entire body shot full of pain. Every pour on her skin, every bone, every organ and cell of her body was instantly filled with pain. Instinctively Supergirl moved backwards trying to distance herself from the ring but the room was too small after only six backward steps her back encountered the wall and what room she did gain, was quickly nullified by the fast approaching Lexus.

“What’s wrong Supergirl, don’t you like my ring? Maybe you just need to take a closer look!?” Lexus grabbed the collar of Supergirl’s costume pulling it forward and taking a long glance at Supergirl’s perfectly rounded tear dropped breasts. “Spectacular!” announced Lexus before she let the ring fall down into Supergirl’s costume coming to a stop where her belt was well below her navel.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, get it out! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” Supergirl’s hands immediately rushed to her lower mid section, but before she could do anything about the ring her young pretty face was greeted by a left, then a right punch from Lexus. A quick repetition of the same attack, forced Supergirl’s hands to go flailing out to her sides. Two separate trickles of blood streamed out of Supergirl’s right nostril. One went directly down flowing into her mouth, the other heading out to the side and down her right cheek. “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” moaned Supergirl whose head was now dropping downwards. Her incredible power had almost instantaneously left her upon exposure to the Kryptonite.

Lexus had a broad smile on her face clearly exposing the joy she was currently feeling. Not one to let up, she took a firm grasp of each of the Maid of Might’s shoulders bringing the heroines body forward repeatedly, as she delivered right knees into Supergirl’s lower mid section right where the ring was just above her belt. “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” hollered the blue-eyed blond as each knee bashed her lower abs repeatedly cutting her as the ring was driven into her body.

The other three people in the room kept to the opposite side watching as the impossible was happening.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Supergirl’s screaming wouldn’t stop, the Kryptonite was killing her and Lexus’ attacks were thrashing her.

Once done delivering her knees into Supergirl’s body Lexus let go of the Girl of Steel’s shoulders allowing to her to fall down onto her knees leaning forward in pain with endless hurt filled cries escaping from her mouth. Once again Supergirl’s hands took hold of her lower mid section but before they could take action to free the ring Lexus who was now behind her, slipped her own arms around Supergirl’s, lifting her back onto her feet. Lexus had placed her arms in such a manner that kept Supergirl from reaching her midsection.

Supergirl gave all she had in attempts to free her arms but she lacked the strength, she wiggled, she franticly shook her body but nothing happened. She was now sweating terribly, causing her blond hair to stick to her face and neck. Armpits, under and between her breasts as well as her ass and vagina were becoming drenched with the collar of her costume starting to absorb the sweat pouring down her face. The Maid of Might screamed frantically in intense pain, spit flying out of her mouth, which fell on her S logo and face. Her eyes were closed she was on the verge of tears.

Lexus couldn’t be happier. She loved how Supergirl was struggling, how easily she was overpowering her young foe got her excited and she was driving her vagina up against Supergirl’s ass.

After two minutes the blonde’s struggling truly became pathetic, the great Supergirl was nearly finished. Lexus released her lock on the Girl of Steel’s arms, viciously kicked her in the ass, sending her crashing into the wall directly in front of her.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Supergirl’s breasts shot full of pain as they were flattened against the stainless steel.

Lexus took a fistful of blond sweat soaked hair and sent the blue-eyed blond hard onto her back against the steel floor. “Well, well the mighty super cunt not so tough after all, hey girlie!” As Lexus was taunting Supergirl she implanted her right high heel wearing foot firmly into the girl’s lower abdomen. The ball of the shoe drove the ring deeply into Supergirl’s lower abs causing deep cuts to form, which were staining the immediate surrounding area of her costume with blood. The heel was spiking viciously just above Supergirl’s vagina evoking the most horrid screams yet to flow from the heroines luscious spit covered mouth. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Supergirl devoted what strength she had left into trying to displace Lexus’s ravaging right foot; it was a completely futile effort. For the first time in her life Supergirl thought she would die. Her eyes filled with tears, which soon overflowed sending them down her cheeks. Her entire body throbbed with unbearable pain, but her upper vagina and lower gut stood out above all else. She didn’t have much longer to live her heartbeat was slowing; each second grew increasingly more painful for her.

“Um…excuse me, Madam President…about that thing we discussed.”

“Yeah, yeah professor… look don’t bother me now if you know what’s good for you. The sample you wanted can wait another minute, she’s almost dead.” Lexus pulled out a handgun from her jacket and pointed it at Supergirl’s S logo, which barely heaved up and down anymore for air.

“That’s the problem Madam President! If you remember I need Supergirl alive, dead no matter how long is no good to you or me. If you want that cure and the great wealth and power her DNA can bring you then she must be left alive, at least until I’m done with my procedure.”

“What?! I finally have her at my mercy after years of trying to kill her with countless of dollars spent and I have to let her live!?” Lexus was filled with rage pressing her right foot even harder into Supergirl’s vagina and lower mid section now drawing blood from both regions. “Not a fucking chance Professor, now way am I going to let her go after coming this close!” yelled Lexus turning the gun on the Professor.

“The cancer will kill you in a matter of years Madam President your only hope is my procedure, it will only take half a day to get what I need after that you can fill her with all the bullets you want.”

“Fucking cunt!” shouted Lexus Luthor as she spit on Supergirl’s face before lifting her foot and walking towards the door, her Secret Service agents following Suite. “I’m already regretting this Professor and I want my ring back tomorrow with Supergirl so I can finish what I’ve started.”

The Professor quickly knelt down to attend to Supergirl who was no longer breathing her heart had stopped. He quickly lifted up her skirt, sliding his hand under her narrow strip of blue fabric covering her nether region. His hand rubbed against her pussy and narrow strip of blond pubic hairs before being able to slid under her belt and take hold of the ring. Removing it proved harder than he had anticipated for it was firmly embedded into her body, but he got it out tossing it to the far corner. His hand was covered in her blood something he ignored for now. He implanted his bloodied hand between the girl’s breasts smearing her S logo with blood while placing his other hand over his own. He immediately proceeded to administer CPR on Supergirl. As he sent air into her lungs he could taste the blood, which was streaming from her nose as well as her sweat and spit. After a minute Supergirl finally gasped for air, to the man’s great relief.

Supergirl awoke to unfamiliar surroundings. Her whole body ached while her lower mid section was pain ridden. She was lying on a cold steel table. She tried to get up but couldn’t, her arms were firmly restrained at the wrists with metal rings binding them to the table at a 90 degree angle to her body. Her legs were also restrained to the table and were extremely spread apart though her knees where bent (thighs and calves touching) and the bottom of her feet where touching the cold table. Supergirl lifted her head up off of the table as best she could and for the first time notices she was naked, her perfect teardrop breasts were fully revealed as was her sensational vulva and blond pussy hairs. Thankfully she noted she hadn’t been taken while unconscious. All of her fabulously shaped, fit, well-defined body was visible to any who may pass and she was helpless to do anything about it. She could see the cuts the ring had made on her lower abdominal region, the blood had stopped flowing but the cuts could clearly be seen as could the blood stains around them. The cut on her upper vaginal area was small but hurt. Supergirl noticed the kryptonite ring being dangled a good six feet above her, not close enough to kill her but near enough to keep her powerless. Another object was looking down at her; it took her a little while to realize it was a camera.

A noise alerted Supergirl’s attention to the corner of the room where she noticed an extremely overweight blond woman most likely in her mid forties. She was dressed in a white nurses uniform. In her hands was Supergirl’s costume she seemed to be admiring it, feeling its texture rubbing the incredibly thin soft costume between her fingers. The breast, underarm, collar and the thin strip that covered her pussy and ass where all darker than others from the heavy perspiration it had soaked up. Her S logo was also smeared in blood something that puzzled Supergirl since her breasts where fine, no damage had been inflicted upon them. The fat woman then grabbed the costume by the thin narrow part that covered her vulva and took a long sniff.

“Hey, what are you doing?!” demanded Supergirl of the rotund woman.

“So the little princess is awake,” replied the nurse dropping Supergirl’s costume to the floor before starting to approach the restrained Girl of Steel.

“Why am I naked? What are you going to do to me?” a frightened Supergirl asked.

“All in good time child,” replied the nurse who stood in front of Supergirl looking down on her naked perfect figure. She then placed a hand on Supergirl pussy holding it still.

“Please don’t,” begged the blond girl, who was trembling with fright.

The woman brought her head down and licked the young heroine’s vaginal lips slowly and firmly.

“NOOO, stop you can’t do this to me!”

The blond obese woman just starred into Supergirl’s scarred eyes as she played with the Maid of Might’s blond narrow pussy hairs, gently rubbing them.

“How is our patient Nurse Ratched?” inquired the professor as he entered the room.

“Just Super Professor,” the woman replied, giving Supergirl’s pussy some firm taps before removing her hand from the girl’s nether region.

Supergirl recognized the man from the docks he was wearing the same white lab coat. “Why are you doing this? Please let me go,” she pleaded.

“Well lets see, if I don’t do it Lexus will kill me, but that aside I’m a scientist and you are the key to the evolution of humankind, that answer you question?”

“Nurse Ratched prepare her for the procedure.”

“The sedative professor?” asked the nurse holding up the syringe.

“After all the beautiful creations of mine this girl has ruined, not a chance. The Professor looked into Supergirl’s watery eyes, “Sorry babe but I owe you a world of pain.”

Supergirl’s blue eyes shot wide open as she felt the fat woman inserting her fingers into her vagina. Her startled look turned to pure fright when she saw the long metal instrument Nurse Ratched was preparing to install into her pussy. “No… Rao help me! You can’t do this to me I’m Supergirl. No one violates me like this! Rao please!”

Nurse Ratched had continued to play with Supergirl’s cunt exciting her, getting her to release her vaginal fluids.

“You’re easy to please girl,” commented the nurse as she drove the several inches long metal instrument into Supergirl’s vagina. “This is the fun part child, you are about to learn true pain!” On her control panel in front of her Nurse Ratched activated a button.

Supergirl felt her vaginal walls being spread apart as the metal instrument placed inside her started to expand, increasing its diameter, opening her pussy.

Supergirl all out began to cry, while she struggled against her metal restraints to no avail. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Stop this I beg you, please, I’ll do anything if you’ll just stop this! Rao help me! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! NO more I can’t take anymore! My pussy, my pussy! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Please it hurts! You’re going to rip my vagina! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Supergirl was crying her pretty face showed nothing but pain. Tears flowed uncontrollably; spit flew out of her mouth as she cried out in pain, drool leaking from her mouth. Her wrists and ankles developed cuts from her efforts to break free.

Finally Nurse Ratched shut off the machine, which by no means ended Supergirl’s cries and whines, since her pussy remained open at a brutal size, stretched to it’s limit. The cut that Lexus Luthor had opened at the tip of Supergirl’s vulva was now flowing blood again. Supergirl had started sweating, first from her usual places but soon she was a dripping mess. The pain being inflicted on her was unbearable she was struggling to fight it.

“Well done nurse Ratched, now gather the secondary samples before we go in and get the primaries.”

“I bet you never thought you could open up that wide did you Supergirl?” inquired the fat blonde as she began collecting some samples of Supergirl’s vaginal fluid that was along her thighs. “In fact by the time we’re done you’ll be one loose bitch!” Next the nurse collected samples of blood from Supergirl’s wound at the top of her vaginal lips. The nurse also collected five pubic hairs and five strands from her gorgeous shoulder blade length blond hair. Lastly she gathered some tissue samples from the Maid of Might’s cheeks. “Okay professor, except for the urine we have collected all the secondary stuff.”

Supergirl then saw the fat nurse setting up an extremely long (several feet) and extremely thin needle at the now wide opening to her vagina. The Professor then took nurse Ratched’s place at the controls and started to move the instrument into her pussy; thanks to the now hollow metal instrument, which brutally parted her vaginal lips.

“OH Rao no more! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! Please I can’t take anymore, my vagina is killing me please, stop this!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” The needle was suppose to be thin enough that it could easily slip through Supergirl’s cervix but the Professor had missed his target causing Supergirl to roar in pain. She could no longer take anymore the Girl of Steel lost consciousness.

An hour later the Professor had finished removing more than sufficient ova from the blond beauties ovaries. Both he and Nurse Ratched went on a two-hour break leaving the unconscious Supergirl with the machine still keeping her vagina brutally parted.

When they returned Supergirl was still unconscious, her body still glistening with sweat. The Professor gathered up all the egg cells he had collected from the Girl of Steel, which he had immediately frozen upon retrieval and placed them inside a metallic brief case. “I’m going to bring these babies to a secure location along with the secondary stuff! You stay here and watch over the little princess.”

“What about the urine, we haven’t collected all of the secondary items yet, you know I like to be thorough.”

“Yeah I love that about you. Okay I’ll only take the egg cells, I should be back in ten minutes.”

It was no fun for Ratched if Supergirl remained unconscious, she had time to kill and wanted Supergirl to be aware of what was being done to her. She stood beside the Maid of Might and placed her chubby fingers on the girl’s amazing breasts caressing and squeezing them.

“UUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!” moaned a reviving Supergirl. As she more fully regained consciousness the pleasurable moan became a painful scream. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” the pain from her pussy overshot the pleasure from her breasts. Supergirl again struggled with her bindings causing her sweat-covered breasts to jiggle in the woman’s hands. Her shoulder blade length blond hair stuck to her face and neck from the sweat.

Nurse Ratched delivered upon the screaming girl a long probing kiss, never releasing her breasts the entire time. Supergirl could taste McDonald’s in the woman’s mouth.

“Please get that thing out of my vagina, I’ll doing anything you want me to, anything! I beg you I can’t take it anymore please have mercy!”

“Damn you’re pathetic girl. The mighty Girl of Steel begging for mercy, where’s you dignity what would your fans think, cutie. Lucky for you were taping this so they’ll actually get a chance to react to your pathetic crying and pleading.”

“ I don’t care what people will think, just get it out please, I’ll willingly do anything you ask of me!”

The nurse’s fat chubby hands released Supergirl’s breasts and moved to the controls of the machine in question. She grabbed it with both her hands and started pulling it out of Supergirl’s vagina, not bothering to shrink it first.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” roared Supergirl as the machine was slowly being removed from her cunt. Each tug that the nurse gave caused Supergirl to holler in pain making her feel like her vaginal lining was going to rip, until finally she was released from the torture. Her vaginal lips remained well parted and her vagina felt like it was on fire but the pain wasn’t as bad as before.

“So you don’t like it up your cunt, how about we try up your ass, baby!” Nurse Ratched released Supergirl from her bindings by pressing the release button. She grabbed the Maid of Might by her breasts and lifted her off of the table, tossing her into the corner. The young heroine howled in pain all the way to her hard landing on the floor.

Quickly the fat woman reset the machine to it’s normal size and then went to gather up the blond beauty who was on her knees both hands holding her pussy with gentle tears streaking down her face. “Get up baby girl, it’s time for a anal probe!” ordered the nurse as she lifted Supergirl onto her feet by her sweaty blond hair.

Supergirl struck out with a left hook that connected with the fat woman’s right cheek, she followed up with a right hook attacking her opponents left cheek, which also landed. Neither blow had much affect.

Nurse Ratched then countered with a firm slap of Supergirl’s face that sent her back against the wall. Ratched’s second slap collapsed the blond girl to the ground leaving a red mark on her left cheek. Supergirl was down on all fours breathing heavily for air. Nurse Ratched dropped to one knee and lifted the pretty heroine onto it belly down.

“Oh Rao, please help me?!” whimpered Supergirl as the rotund woman felt up her young firm ass. “This just can’t be happening to me, I’m Supergirl!”

“OOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” continuously squealed Supergirl as her ass was being repeatedly slapped.

Nurse Ratched hit harder and harder alternating between butt cheeks causing the Maid of Might’s ass to start turning red.

“Stop it, stop it I give up please, I give up…you win! OOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” Supergirl’s tears began to gush again streaking down her face in a constant flow. She cried and cried her ass was now starting to bruise from the punishment.

The more she pleaded the harder she was struck. I don’t know what to do I have to get out of this, if she gets me back on that table I’m finished, thought Supergirl. Then through watery eyes Supergirl saw what was her only chance. She stretched out as much as she could desperately trying to reach the syringe containing the sedative, which was on the table. Her butt cheeks now had two large circular bruises on each side, but Nurse Ratched was not intent on stopping just yet. Finally Supergirl managed to take hold of the syringe, jabbing it into the fat woman’s thigh.

Nurse Ratched rolled the blond heroine off of her knee sending her to the ground lying on her back, before standing up. She took three steps towards the intercom before she collapsed unconscious on the floor.

Supergirl lay on the ground crying unable to move. Her arms were stretched out over her head and the pain from her vagina and ass was overwhelming her, causing her to whimper and cry from the sheer hurt, unable to do anything else.

Realizing that precious minutes were passing her by, that soon the professor would be back she wiped the tears from her eyes and cheeks though she continued to sob. Slowly the Girl of Steel managed to raise herself into a sitting position, her ass hurt her terribly during this pose but soon she found the strength to lift herself onto her feet using the table for support. Walking caused her immense pain, her vagina had been terribly ravaged, her ass cheeks awfully bruised. Slowly Supergirl managed to make her way to where her costume lay on the ground. Supergirl began slipping her costume back on as fast as her aching body allowed. As delicate and soft as her fabulous costume was it still hurt her when she covered up her nether regions with the thin narrow blue strip of her costume. The costume was still wet with perspiration and only got more soaked as she slipped it onto her heavily perspiring body. Her hair was a complete disaster sticking to her face and neck like a mop, helping to slightly conceal the strong red mark on her left cheek. Her S logo was smeared with blood and further stains could be seen just above her belt on her costume. The blood from her the cut on the upper part of the vulva had stopped flowing but it could start up at the slightest irritation. Getting into her socks and boots proved more painful than she had anticipated but with some tears and sobs she got the job done. Though she was pain stricken Supergirl felt great to be back in her costume, powers or no powers it was the only piece of clothing she felt at home in.

The Professor came in seconds after Supergirl had finished putting her costume back on. She was startled but quickly composed herself spreading her legs doing her best not to show the immense pain the action was causing, while simultaneously placing her hands on her hips. “Okay Professor the game is finished! The Ova you’ve stolen I want back!”

The Professor was confused he could see the kryptonite still hanging above the metal table, sufficiently close enough to ensure Supergirl’s powers wouldn’t return. But yet somehow the young blond girl had defeated nurse Ratched, something his calculations told him a girl in her circumstances couldn’t do. The Girl of Steel looked confident but it could all be an act, then again why chance it. The Professor quickly turned around and started sprinting away.

Supergirl was relieved her rouse had worked but she knew she couldn’t let the man escape with her egg cells. The young heroine bit her lip and started running after the Professor, each movement of her legs caused her to sob and cry uncontrollably. The cut above her vulva started bleeding again. The fact that she could even run after the man was a tribute to her natural athletic talents and stamina, as well as her incredible will.

The man entered an elevator and just before Supergirl could get in and corner him she was sent flying down to the ground landing viciously on her terribly bruised ass. “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!’ cried the Maid of Might as she impacted the ground.

“Well played Supergirl, had you really had your powers back that force field wouldn’t have been a problem for you.” The man was starring straight at her thin strip of narrowly covering blue costume covering her vulva; her mini skirt lay on her lap allowing the man the view. He could see stains of blood as well as some trickling down her legs originating from under that wondrous thin little strip. But more to his delight it was clear that her vaginal lips were still widely parted. So long Supergirl it’s a pity, I’m extremely curious to see if you can regain your powers after such prolonged exposure to kryptonite but your death will have to be comfort enough!” lectured the Professor as the elevator ascended, his index finger pointing to the left wall.

Supergirl’s eyes fully opened, she gasped in terror and immediately started painfully hobbling out of the room looking for a way out of this laboratory; the bomb would explode in twenty seconds.

Her heart was racing, sweat flowed from her body more intensely than ever. Tears and sobs of panic joined with those of hurt and pain. I have to get out of here thought Supergirl as she now ran down unknown corridors checking every door for some way to escape. She heard the explosion to afraid to look behind her at the racing fireball rapidly closing in on her. She had reached the end of the corridor only one door left; her heart skipped a beat as it opened filling her with joy. Quickly she stepped through the door and found herself in the sewers. Supergirl just kept running in the filth filled half way to her knee water. The explosion sent the beautiful girl flying into the air splashing down after seconds of uncontrolled flight into the dirty water unconscious.

An hour later Supergirl came to. She had been fortunate to have landed on such a spot that enough of her face was kept out from the sewer water so that she would not drown. Upon becoming conscious Supergirl threw up ejecting from her system the quantities of filthy liquid that penetrated her lungs. Her body had been lying in the filth for an hour, she was completely dirty, greenish color stains marked her hair, skin and costume. Her powers had not returned to her yet, which caused a deep worry in the back of her mind. Supergirl walked pain stricken for half an hour before she finally found a ladder that seemed to lead to the surface. Each step up rang a wave of pain through her vagina, though she had managed to hold down her sobbing and crying. Finally she made it to the surface crawling out of a manhole; it was now nighttime. She was devastated to see that she was at least an hour’s walk from campus, even further from the apartment.

The taxi stopped and Supergirl with great difficulty got in the back seat. She directed the driver to take her to a location some five minutes walk from NYU. Sitting down on her bruised ass provided her with little comfort, she was reluctant to even try crossing her legs, from fear of the pain. So the blond beauty kept her legs widely spread apart allowing the driver to see her scarcely covered vulva through his rear view, from which he could tell it was well parted. Supergirl realized this but she had no money and as shamefully and cheap as it made her feel she realized it could get her the free ride.

Ten minutes later the taxi stopped having arrived at the location in a nick of time for Supergirl carried a fowl stench with her that the driver could barely take any longer.

“Look I don’t have any money but honestly I swear I’ll make it up to you.”

“You’re really her aren’t you?” curiously asked the driver.

Supergirl gave the driver a friendly smile pointed to her body with her hands and responded, “do you doubt it?”

“B…but why are you taking a ta…?”

Before he could finish Supergirl leaned forward and gave the man a kiss on the cheek and said, “ Thanks for the ride,” as she made her way out of the cab walking of in the wrong direction until the taxi pulled away, she didn’t want him to think she was a student on campus.

The entrance to the building where she had left her clothes on the roof was locked. Supergirl would have to climb the outside of the building to reach her clothes. Her powers still had not resurfaced but she was a gifted athlete; which allowed her to successfully reach the roof but the effort tired her completely, as well as increasing the pain in her vagina.

The Maid of Might fell asleep on the roof, she was exhausted and had no desire to try and make it home. How could she face Richard in her condition, what would she tell him?

Supergirl awoke mid day of the following day relieved to discover her powers had returned. Adding to her elation was the fact that her body had completely healed. All the cuts and bruises were gone but most importantly her vagina was tight as ever and no longer hurting her. Feelings of relief swept her to her feet, she felt great, relieved her pussy had recovered, “thank you Rao!”

She was dying to see Richard and headed straight for his apartment arriving there in seconds. As she stepped through the sliding doors entering the bedroom the Maid of Might noticed her man lying on the bed watching news reports. “Hey there stranger did you miss me?”

“Supergirl!? What happened to you look awful and that smell?”

“Sorry about that I had some sewer trouble, don’t worry I’m heading straight for a nice long bath.”

“To be honest I was kind of worried about you, I’ve been checking the news trying to find out if anything had happened, you sure everything is alright?”

Supergirl was slipping out of her form revealing, thin soft costume as Richard asked the question. She turned to face him her amazingly perfectly shaped teardrop breasts already free of her costume in glorious site. Supergirl wanted to tell Richard everything, how terrible the previous day had been, the terrible torture and violations she had undergone but looking into his eyes she just couldn’t. She was too embarrassed at what had transpired, such things weren’t meant to happen to her. She is the invulnerable, undefeatable Supergirl, the most powerful being on earth; no one can beat or hurt her. Maybe it was her pride or just shame but for the first time Supergirl lied and kept a secret from Richard. “Yeah, everything is great honey. I’m sorry about not being here last night but there was a situation but don’t worry it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle.”

“Like there is anything you can’t handle baby!”

Supergirl unclenched her belt allowing her to slide her costume down over her hips revealing her exquisite nether region. Once the costume fell to the floor she was totally naked having already removed her boots, all of her phenomenal body was in plain sight though she was covered with greenish stains and her shoulder blade length blond hair was in complete disarray filled with guck just like her costume.

Richard placed his hands around her narrow waist and gave his girl a passionate kiss. “Even covered with sewage you’re still the sexiest girl alive.”

Supergirl responded to the kiss with a pleasure filled smile as she gently slid away from Richard’s hold making her way towards a warm bath. At the doorway she stopped turned her head back to face her staring boyfriend and said, “I have a long bath ahead of me, I’m a very dirty girl, want to help me get clean?”

The elevator reached the bottom of the several hundred meter deep tunnel leading to a top-secret research facility on the out skirts of New York City.

“Well glad to see we were able to replenish the place, what’s a secret lab without scientists buzzing about.”

All eyes turned on President Lexus Luthor, relieved to see she wasn’t carrying a weapon. The walls of the facility still had some bullet holes left to serve as a reminder of the price of failure.

“Madam President I’m glad you’re here, the mission was a complete success; I’ve been working none stop since obtaining the specimens, you’ve arrived at a crucial stage.”

“So Supergirl is dead and my cure is at hand?”

“I believe the Girl of Steel is dead…”

“You believe! I thought you said the mission was a complete success!?”

“Well it was… until Supergirl somehow got lose…but don’t worry I blew up the lab I highly doubt she escaped, her powers were gone the blast should easily have killed her.”

The Professor was scared, Lexus looked terribly vexed and control over her emotions was not a character trait she possessed, his life was definitely in jeopardy.

“Here Madam President I have a gift for you, it’s a recording of the procedure we performed on Supergirl, I know you’ll love it.”

One of Lexus’ Secret Service agents took hold of the recording she pocketed it for the President’s later viewing.

“What about my cure Professor don’t tell me you fucked that one up to?!”

“No, no of course not! Please follow me I’ll show you the progress we’ve made.”

The Professor guided the President and her four female protectors into a highly secured, well monitored, part of the facility. Before them stood a large cylindrical glass tube filled with some greenish liquid; a pre teen girl was inside with a tube running to her mouth and wires attached all over her body monitoring her development.

“Here she is!”

“That’s my cure, a fucking child?”

“Only two hours ago she was a new born infant, in another two she will be a 21 year old girl and the most powerful highly advanced being in the universe. I have genetically engineered a Kryptonian using Supergirl’s egg cells but I have applied my genetic altering technique on her, in essence this girl is a Super Kryptonian. She has all of Supergirl’s abilities but boosted by roughly three times. She’s faster, stronger, more resilient and intelligent than the Girl of Steel. In her we will find everything I promised you and more.

“Three times more powerful than Supergirl that’s unbelievable! Oh I hope super bitch survived your explosion Professor. So how do I control her?”

“Well we’re still working on that part but don’t worry will have it soon. We won’t awaken her until we can control her.”

“I should hope not! You’ve done well Professor, I expect to receive reports on your progress daily. Now if you’ll excuse me I have a recording to go watch. Let’s go girls and leave the Professor to his work!” ordered Lexus to her four bodyguards as she turned and headed for the surface elevator.

It had been a great day for Supergirl so far, she had a wild night and morning with Richard, one of their best ever She had been the star as usual during the basketball game, single handedly leading her team to victory, earning her coaches forgiveness for the practices she had recently missed. But better than the sex and the win was that her class with Professor Owens had been cancelled. This allowed her to head out earlier on her patrol, over the skies of New York City. Already she had foiled a bank robbery and saved a plane from crashing before defeating the army of large robots that had attacked the airport. But the past half hour things had died down and Supergirl was making her way back to the manhole she had crawled out of the sewers from. It had already been well over a full day since her escape and it was well past time she started tracking down that sadistic scientist. What that man could and most likely was doing with the ova he stole from her made her shiver.

Once down in the sewers it took Supergirl sometime to find the lab. She kept out of the dirty water by using her flying ability, which made getting around much faster.

The bomb had devastated the lab with several parts of the complex being caved in from collapsed ceilings. The walls which were once a pure white where now a scorched black, with large cracks in them.

The room filled Supergirl with horrible memories; she was reluctant to walk through the door. From outside she could see the awful table that had held her down, now it was melted on the ground from the intensity of the explosion. On top of the metal table she spotted the kryptonite no longer attached to the ring thanks to the bomb that had dissipated its lead non-kryptonite bottom half. Not surprisingly the kryptonite was unaffected by the explosion. A while back the substance had caused her great suffering and humiliation mostly at the hands of Lexus Luthor who like only a few days ago had almost killed her on many occasions with the help of the green menace. This little piece directly in front of her was the last piece of several that had fallen to earth. Supergirl had sent all but this one into the Earths sun, finding no other way to destroy the substance. Personally she doubted that even the sun could destroy kryptonite but at least it was a place no one could get at to use it against her. Supergirl had brought with her a lead cylindrical container that she would use to house the kryptonite until she could launch it into the sun. Lead of course was the only material that could shield her from the deadly effects of kryptonite.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” screamed the Maid of Might in growing intensity as she approached the kryptonite. Her body was consumed with pain every inch of her was under siege, she felt like she was being ripped apart. As fast as she could the young blond sealed the little green piece in the cylindrical container. The terrible pain subsided, she rested on her ass, breathing deeply, starring upwards, her powers would not return for several minutes.

Two minutes later, Supergirl made her way to the room where the Professor had escaped her in that elevator behind the force field. The man had been right, the force field was no match for her now that she had her powers; she just walked straight through. It had been strong enough to keep the explosion from destroying the elevator but not to keep out the Girl of Steel.

Once inside, the steel doors immediately closed and the elevator started moving up. Supergirl stood with her legs parted her hands on her hips with her right holding the safely contained kryptonite, ready for whatever might come.

It came to a halt; Supergirl expected the doors to open. Instead the blonde was surprised, the elevator began to move forward, reaching speeds over a hundred miles per hour. A minute later the doors opened, Supergirl stepped out quickly striking her pose as she entered the research facility; the elevator/subway closed behind her, retreating to from where it came.

The emergency circulating red lights were on, a warning siren was sounding. “Oh Rao!” gasped Supergirl shocked by what she saw, dead bodies of scientists where everywhere, their bodies torn apart and crushed. The blue-eyed blond walked cautiously toward the center of the room.

“UNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!” The Girl of Steel didn’t even see or hear her attacker whose punch nailed her on the left side of her jaw. The blow lifted her off of her feet sending her flying backwards, slamming into a wall severely cracking it before falling to the ground on her hands and knees. Upon taking the punch Supergirl had dropped the led cylindrical container housing the kryptonite.

Supergirl lifted her head caressing her jaw with her right hand seeking to get a look at her assailant. Walking towards her was a fully naked girl with a body easily matching her own in perfection and beauty. She had an athletic figure with great definition. Her face was just as pretty with equally amazing blue eyes; her blond hair was the exact same shade in color but longer flowing down to her waist. Unlike Supergirl and what made this woman to Supergirl’s surprise more attractive than even herself was her taller stature of 6’1, thanks to her longer equally luscious and shapely legs. But what really set their sumptuous figures apart was their breasts. Both were perfectly teardrop shaped and firm. The difference was in the size; Supergirl’s were the perfect shape for her body well rounded and perky unlike her assailant’s which were a full size bigger effortlessly summoning attention.

The Maid of Might was up on her parted knees having straightened up her upper body, about to raise herself back onto her feet when she was struck by a psi-blast right between her breasts. “UUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” shouted Supergirl as the blast drove her sliding backwards on her ass smashing her through the cracked wall, crashing her into another one eight meters later.

Her hair was covering her face, which was hanging down, soft moans escaping from her mouth. Both of her hands were pressed against her S logo right between her breasts directly where the blast had struck her with such force that a large bruise had formed between her tits spreading out to the inner beginnings of each breast. Her legs were widely parted and her skirt was up on her lap allowing the fast approaching attacker a full view of her narrowly concealed vulva.

The naked girl slowed her approach; since first seeing Supergirl she had been filled with intense lust, which now threatened to overwhelm her. These feelings confused her, made her start caressing her own nether region and breasts.

Supergirl took advantage, showing her great agility she sprang to her feet, leaping at the naked girl, driving both of her fists into her washboard abdomen flying her into the wall behind her. Having implanted her opponent in the wall Supergirl unleashed six mighty consecutive blows to the girl’s navel, drilling her foe through the wall and impacting another.

Supergirl new the girl had tremendous power the bruise between her breasts testifying to that. Beyond the phenomenal body the girl’s facial features resembled her own, Supergirl feared she had been too late in tracking down the Professor. But how could the Professor have created her so fast, the girl appeared to be as old as she was. The only thing she knew for certain was that she had to take this girl down.

The Girl of Steel was quick to close the distance between herself and her attacker, delivering a right hook to the girl’s face sending her back against the wall she had just freed herself from. She followed up with a left punch followed by a right then another left all to the naked girl’s face.

There was no sign of damage on her larger busted foe; in fact her attack hadn’t even coaxed a gasp of pain much less a scream. I’m not hurting her thought Supergirl, I’m giving my all and I’m not even hurting her.

The Maid of Might took a step back and released a psi-blast straight to the same spot where her assailant had struck her. As the naked blonde’s back struck the wall it crumbled to the ground but she stayed on her feet. The attacks seemed to be annoying her more than hurting her.

Supergirl was outraged; again she struck at the girl’s face, this time with eight punches screaming as she did so. She was beginning to perspire from her efforts growing increasingly frustrated after each blow failed to garner a single sign of damage from her opponent.

A sidekick to the bustier blonde’s abdominal area pushed her back two feet. Supergirl followed up her kick seamlessly with a roundhouse to the girl’s face, slightly twisting it to the side.

The Girl of Steel’s arms were outstretched at her sides in clenched fists, her chest heaved up and down, sweat pouring down her face. “What are you?!” she demanded.

The reply struck her in the face splashing blood into the air as Supergirl flew right across the facility. She would have kept going for several miles had her head not collided with a wall flopping her down onto the ground.

Lying on her belly with her arms stretched out over her head bleeding from her mouth and lower lip, which had split open, was how the taller girl found Supergirl. She then grabbed the Girl of Steel by her left leg, around her ankle, lifting her into the air rapidly spinning her in circles before bashing the heroine into a wall, crumbling it to the ground. Next, Supergirl was slammed face first into the floor before being hauled back into the air only to be re-introduced to the ground back first, her left ankle still in her opponents grip.

Supergirl’s cape and shoulder blade length blond hair were flowing behind her as she was dragged across the research facility. Her barely ass and vulva covering red mini skirt was raised up by the friction with the ground revealing the thin blue strip of costume that barely covered her cunt. She was bleeding from her nose as well as her mouth and lip; the blood flowed down over her chin along her neck to the collar of her costume.

Having dragged the bleeding, sweat drenched Maid of Might into the food storage area; the naked girl resumed her attack, throwing Supergirl by her left leg across the room. Banging her into several metal shelves containing food before she came to a halt as her back impacted the back wall shelf, crushing it.

The young heroine lay on her side in a pool of orange juice and milk that splashed down upon her from the above shelf. She was then lifted up into a kneeling position by her attacker’s right hand, which firmly gripped her neck.

Supergirl squirmed in terror, her eyes fully opened with her hands desperately trying to dislodge the hold on her neck as her opponent forced a 2-liter carton of milk down her throat. Once emptied another one was opened and forced upon Supergirl, some ran down her cheeks and neck but most made its way down to the Maid of Might’s stomach.

Once free from the second carton, the coughing Supergirl had little time to regain her composure before the naked girl shoved an entire block of butter into her mouth rapper and all.

While her right hand grasped the Girl of Steel’s neck her left forced her to chew and swallow the butter. For a while Supergirl was choking but her dominating foe rectified this by pouring down a 2-liter container of Tropicana.

The young heroine was then thrown across the room bashing into the far wall, crushing several more shelves along the way. As Supergirl’s back impacted the wall, cracking it, a spray of the various fluids she was forced to ingest splattered from her mouth before landing face first on the floor. Again, the Maid of Might was drenched by liquids from the above shelf. This time a variety of soda pops soaked the already milk, orange juice covered, sweaty girl as she struggled onto her knees leaning forward with her hands rapped around her aching tummy.

Supergirl was taken hold of by the neck, though this time from behind and was lifted onto her feet; her hands continuing to rub her stomach. Her taller, more stunningly beautiful adversary looked down into her equally blue eyes enjoying the look of torment on Supergirl’s face as she drilled an unpeeled banana down her throat. The banana was quickly followed by an entire loaf of sliced bread, which was accompanied by several bottles of coke.

“Stop this! No more…no more…I can’t take it, you’re hurting me!” begged Supergirl while intermittently spewing out the contents of her overly packed stomach, which ran down her face, splashing down onto her S symbol covering her phenomenal tits.

The sexier villain replied to Supergirl’s plea with a left fist to the face, increasing the blood loss from her split lip and nose, as well as forming a bruise around the left portions of her mouth. The punch disorientated the Maid of Might, causing her arms to fall to her sides and legs to go loose; she was only kept standing by the firm grasp on her neck by her dominating foe.

“UUUNNNGGGHHH! Why are you doing this?” moaned the dangling heroine. Again Supergirl was given no verbal answer but was instead battered by a physical attack she could not contend with. “UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGG GGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” bellowed the Girl of Steel as her mid section was pulverized by a ferocious punch. Her skin around her abdomen turned red and the pain caused her eyes to fill with tears. Vomit flew from her mouth landing in front of her and staining her S logo.

“UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” The next punch created bruising around Supergirl’s severely reddened abs. Two more consecutive punches turned her flat, well defined mid section into a completely ravaged area comprised of strong black, purplish bruising with small pools of blood forming under the skin.

The naked girl, after completing her demolition of the Maid of Might’s waist released her sending her flopping to the ground, landing on her front. She then spread her legs placed her hands on her hips, watching with delight as Supergirl raised herself onto her knees. Supergirl’s ass was on her heels, her arms tightly rapped around her waist as she repeatedly puked up bile, blood and the contents of her stomach.

Supergirl was crying unable to form any kind of cohesive word other than her pain-ridden screams, from her widely opened mouth. Tears flowed down her cheeks, blood from her nose and lower lip.

The dominating girl then took a fist full of Supergirl’s shorter blond hair and threw her to the ground flat on her belly; keeping her down by placing a foot between her shoulder blades, pressing hard. The young heroine’s breasts were being brutally compressed between her own body and the floor. The naked girl using her foot wedged between the Maid of Might’s shoulder blades swirled her around in circles treating her as a mop, spreading the vomit, bile, blood and soda pop on the ground all over her costume and body.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” hollered Supergirl from all the pain her body had already been subjected to, as well as from the pressure her breasts were currently undergoing. Finally the foot was removed, Supergirl immediately rolled over onto her back each of her hands consoling her now aching, reddened breasts.

The more exquisite girl sat herself down on the Girl of Steel’s lower midsection producing a gush of blood from Supergirl’s mouth as she did so. She then took hold of the Maid of Might’s arms between the shoulders and elbows and pushed them behind the young heroine’s body, arching the battered girl’s back in the process. A violent pull down and ferocious twists disconnected Supergirl’s arms from their sockets, leaving them useless at her sides.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” screamed Supergirl further arching her back while her legs kicked out aimlessly. A ring of bruises now circled each arm from her shoulders to her armpits. Spit flew from her open, terrified, screaming mouth landing on her breasts and face as she cried harder than ever, tears streaking down her face. She was sweating heavily but one couldn’t tell since she was drenched in milk, orange juice, soda pop and her own blood, bile and vomit.

The pain was more than Supergirl had previously experienced. The damage was more intensive than she thought possible to inflict upon her, the undefeatable Supergirl. Screaming was all that alleviated the pain she stopped from sheer horror once her naked foe took hold of her tender breasts. “Oh Rao no, have mercy! Please no more…hugh…hugh…I give up…no more…no more! Leave my breasts alone please I can’t take anymore!” pleaded Supergirl as her tits were being rubbed and squeezed creating a pleasurable smile on her opponents face. Liquid seeped from Supergirl’s costume where her breasts were being toyed with but the agonizing pain she expected to follow didn’t come. The naked girl played with her breasts, which hurt since her breasts where damaged, but she didn’t attack them as she feared and soon they were released to Supergirl’s relief.

The Maid of Might’s assailant dismounted her, taking a nice long look into Supergirl’s frightened, teary blue eyes before disappearing to the far corner of the room leaving Supergirl lying helplessly on her back. The Girl of Steel tried to move her arms but noting happened, they remained lifeless at her sides. Neither could the young heroine raise her body off of the floor. Her battered midsection prevented her from bending her waist and whenever she was able to overcome the hurt, slightly getting up, the pain from her separated limbs would kick in, sending her straight back down to the floor, crying harder than ever.

Having returned, the mightier girl spread Supergirl’s legs apart and dropped to her knees between them. She then raised Supergirl’s red mini skirt, revealing her thin strip of blue costume that covered her vulva. The Girl of Steel was breathing quickly, her body trembling in fear from what this girl could do to her cunt. Supergirl saw the excitement in her tormentors face; she was enjoying herself, admiring her most sought after of spots. The Maid of Might, while starring into the naked girls face noticed her own heaving breasts and how her once magnificent S logo now looked smudged and dreary in color.

The thin strip of costume was now slipped aside fully displaying Supergirl’s vaginal lips and blond narrow strip of pubic hair just above them. “OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!” moaned Supergirl between her whining tears, as half a large container of bottled water dowsed her vulva, rinsing away all the sweat and vomit it had accumulated. The naked girl admiringly eyed Supergirl’s fabulous nether region, then switched to her own vulva repeating the process a few more times before breaking out a broad smile; once again Supergirl had come in second. “What are you doing?!” demanded the Maid of Might, as her blond narrow bush of pussy hairs were being stroked by her assailants left hand. “NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO…my pussy hairs! Stop that…OOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUWWWWWWWWWWW!” whimpered the Girl of Steel as one by one her blond pubic hairs were plucked from her nether region. “OOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUWWWWWWWWWWWW!” the pain kept Supergirl crying, whimpering unable to do anything as one by one her hairs were painfully plucked.

Supergirl’s pussy was now bare, the area terribly reddened, Supergirl had lost feeling in the region. Once more the naked girl plotted her ass down on Supergirl’s severely ravaged abdomen, sending a gush of blood from the Maid of Might’s mouth, further blooding her pretty face. She then took hold of the disconnected heroine’s limbs snapping then back into place; drawing brutal yells from Supergirl before the pain overcame her, sending her into unconsciousness. The more exquisite girl returned to the computer she had been accessing in hopes of learning who and what she was before Supergirl had appeared.

Supergirl was a carefree girl, who never excelled in academics; for a Kryptonian she was only an average student who much preferred to spend her time in athletics, being a naturally gifted athlete, among one of the best on Krypton. Earth was paradise for her, she loved everything about being the Girl of Steel, she found her studies at NYU to be easy, giving her all the more time to wear her soft, thin, perfectly form revealing costume.

The naked girl was the Professor’s crowning achievement, possessing roughly three times the strength, speed, durability and intelligence of Supergirl; placing her in a league of her own, the ultimate universal power. These attributes aloud the naked girl to easily access the research facilities computers, learning all she could about herself, the world, language and the girl she had just pulverized. Within three hours she had learned all the web had to offer. She understood herself to be the greatest of beings with her only possible rival on this planet being a girl she had already beaten to a pulp with relative ease. The naked girl could tell Supergirl had revived from the pain filled crying and sobbing that emanated from the storage room. The taller, sexier, more powerful blond entered the elevator, heading for the surface where she had decide to lie in wait for the demolished heroine, whom she had become infatuated with.

Supergirl’s blood loss from her lower lip, nose, mouth as well as the pools of blood that had formed under her skin in her abdomen had disappeared. The bruise surrounding the left portions of her mouth as well as the one between her breasts was gone. Her tits had also healed, as had the general overall condition of her body; though painful bruises remained on her flat well defined abdomen as well as under her armpit and shoulders, but the pain was much less than before. Supergirl felt her now bare irritating nether region having regained feeling in the area. She gently caressed it before covering it back up with the displaced piece of costume, before struggling to get back onto her feet. She stumbled towards the elevator, her body leaning forward with her arms consoling her hurting midsection. From head to toe the Maid of Might’s body as well as her costume was covered in dried sweat, vomit, bile, blood, milk, orange juice and soda pop, which made her sticky and she was emanating a horrid smell. She had no idea where her attacker had gone. The fear of any second running into her caused her to sweat.

Tamika had badly injured Supergirl, but in that fight the Girl of Steel had firstly come out victorious, but also new she could and did hurt Tamika when she hit her. What terrified Supergirl was not the she had gotten her ass kicked but that she had been brutally beaten so easily without being able to even slightly injure her opponent in return.

Since first having been forced to down the first carton of milk, Supergirl had needed to go to the washroom; the intensity of the urge was now overwhelming her. She didn’t’ even bother to slip her costume aside. The thin piece of costume between her legs became drenched leading the substance down her legs to her boots. A ravaged body, battered pride and desperation to escape the facility made her indifferent to one more humiliation.

With a sigh of relief, Supergirl made it to the elevator. She was startled to find the various buttons on the panel; they read White House, Pentagon, NY Sewer Lab, surface, followed by a hole slew of other research facilities seemingly spread all over the Easter seaboard. She would have to come back later and investigate further but presently she was scared and in no shape to start any fights; without a moments hesitation she chose surface.

The Girl of Steel found herself in a field. To her right she could see the bright lights of New York. With a painful effort she was air born flying home as fast as she could, completely unaware that she was being followed.

Once back at the apartment, Supergirl still grasping her stomach made her way to the bathroom; she was relieved to see that Richard wasn’t home, nor would he be for two more hours. She caught a glimpse of herself in the full body mirror, stopping to look at herself. Instantly she broke down, her hands covering her weeping face, sinking to the ground, lying on her ass with her knees bent, legs to the right of her. Twenty minutes lapsed before she regained her composure. Still on her ass she began to remove her costume, struggling to separate it from her body thanks to the bruising and stickiness from various substances. Now nude and standing on her knees she felt her damaged abdomen and pussy hair plucked region. She had no idea how to explain her now bare nether region to Richard, there was no way she could tell him the truth. She was the mighty Supergirl, invulnerable, feared throughout the galaxy as the mighty guardian of Earth. Simply put she didn’t loose, what had happened to her was impossible; her shame and pride could never allow Richard to know what had happened. For the next hour and a half Supergirl rested in the tube, cleaning herself and healing. By the time Richard arrived home her bruising around her shoulders and armpits had healed, her midsection would look normal again within an hour. They where going to catch a movie, followed by a romantic night out on the town. Supergirl made sure she was all dressed before Richard arrived and had decided to explain her bare vulva later on that night as a sexual turn on.

That whole night, as well as every movement Supergirl made for the next week and a half was closely observed in secrecy by her superior foe. She observed Supergirl in action saving countless lives, thwarting an alien invasion, and shutting down a major international crime syndicate. The people of this planet couldn’t get enough of her always trying to touch her. Entire TV channels and magazines were devoted to her. This didn’t surprise her, after all Supergirl is irresistibly sexy. What baffled her was why Supergirl tried to fit in with these measly humans. Instead of making these pathetic beings worship her she slipped into a disguise, calling herself Linda Danvers. She made friends with them, even sleeping with one. She witnessed Supergirl in disguise attending classes; socializing with human girls she played basketball with. On the basketball court Supergirl didn’t even use her powers, she easily out played her opponents never even breaking a sweat. The only thing she new for sure was that she wanted Supergirl.

Richard had never been convinced about Supergirl’s explanation for her bare pussy, both he and Supergirl knew she looked better with the thin narrow strip of blond hairs above her vaginal lips. She had promised him not to remove them again and over the past two weeks they had started to grow back but it wouldn’t be the same for a little while longer. Supergirl’s confidence had returned since her defeat and humiliation at the hands of the naked girl and there had been no signs of her since that dreadful day. She believed again in what the rest of the world thought; that she was the great Girl of Steel who had no equal, always triumphing in the face of adversity. Later on today she had a midterm in Professor Owens’ class, which didn’t worry her but for now she had basketball practice, which was always a good time; she could even get a few hours of flying around the city before the exam.

Linda Danvers star guard for NYU’s women’s basketball team quickly slipped on her sports bra followed by her number eleven jersey before heading out of the locker and onto the court for practice. She was shooting around with her best friends and teammates Lucy and Mattie when the coach called her over.

“Linda I want you to meet your new teammate, Sasha.”

She recognized the 6’1 superior beauty instantly, the waist long blond hair, the seductive blue eyes with a body far more exquisite than her own, sporting larger breasts and longer shapely legs. Supergirl was overcome with fright her jaw dropped open and she began to tremble.

“So this is the super Linda Danvers. Well it’s an absolute pleasure to meet you,” said Sasha extending her hand to Linda.

Linda took the hand cautiously, “…same, welcome to the team.”

“ I just thought I should introduce you two, hopefully you can show her around Linda. I figure you girls both being 21, playing the same position and Sasha being such a big fan of yours makes for a natural friendship.”

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” squealed Linda as Sasha strongly squashed down on her fingers.

“How are you feeling Supergirl, all better I presume from our last little encounter? Hope I didn’t hurt you too badly?” whispered Sasha into Linda’s ear.

Oh Rao she knows who I am. What am I going to do? Supergirl thought this as she was desperately trying to remove her fingers from Sasha’s vice like grip.

The next two hours of scrimmage was the worst and most humiliating practice Linda had ever undergone. Sasha was completely dominating her out on the court. Every time she had the ball Sasha would steal it, every pass of hers she would intercept, every shot was thoroughly blocked sending Linda down onto her ass. Twice Sasha had dunked the ball jumping right over Linda’s head. Sasha was playing with her, completely out dribbling her, getting around Linda as she pleased, tripping Linda up in her own feet on most occasions sending her sprawling to the ground. More humiliating than all this was how Sasha was feeling her up on the court, constantly squeezing Linda’s breast patting her ass and rubbing her vulva. Occasionally she would give Linda a wedgy nearly ripping her panties, brutally driving them up her ass making them show from underneath her shorts.

Supergirl was a phenomenal athlete, with a fit, firm, well-defined body possessing incredible stamina, agility, flexibility and reflexes. No matter how grueling the practice she walked away with out breaking a sweat, never tired and hungry for more but today she was heavily panting for breath and was a complete sweaty mess from head to toe.

“Sasha, you’re the most sensational athlete I‘ve ever seem!” exclaimed the coach placing her arm around Sasha’s shoulders leading the perfectly dry girl to her office.

The rest of the team went to get changed but a sore, exhausted Linda Danvers remained on the court lying on her back her chest heaving mightily for air as she continued to sweat.

“Oh great Linda you’re still hear, I need to talk with you!” asked the coach, as Linda was about to head for the change room.

As she entered the office she passed Sasha who had just finished her talk with the coach and was on her way out of the office. Sasha griped Linda’s vulva and whispered, “see you soon Supergirl,” before heading off.

“She’s incredible isn’t she Linda? It’s not everyday you get a player like her, heck you never get a player like her, she’s amazing! Lets be honest she’s even better than you, who would of thought that was possible? Great looking girl too, what a body. I mean She gives Supergirl a run for her money don’t you think Linda?

“Yeah coach I guess she’s pretty…um was there a reason you wanted to see me?”

“Hey don’t get me wrong Linda you’re a looker too but that girl man she’s really something, class of her own you know what I mean? With the two of you we’re taking nationals for sure!”

“Look coach I got a midterm to study for if there’s nothing else I really need to study.”

“Of course, that’s all. Good luck on your exam Linda. Oh, just one more thing, I want you to become good friends with Sasha, you know buddies. Get to know her become good pals and all that other girlie stuff okay.”

“I’ll try coach,” responded Linda as she left the office still sweating heavily. I’ve got to get changed into my costume quickly, find Sasha and see what she’s up to, thought Supergirl.

The Maid of Might entered the locker room cautiously. She searched thoroughly but found no one; the girls and Sasha had apparently already left. Quickly Supergirl headed for her locker, she may still have a chance to track down Sasha if she hurried. Her basketball uniform was completely soaked with her sweat, which was still pouring from her body. But as bad as her uniform was it was nothing compared to her white panties and bra, which had become completely see through and were sucked onto her body. Supergirl now completely naked reached inside her purse taking hold of her costume and boots. But before she could pull them out, both her hands were seized at her wrists and lifted above her head. She was then twirled around, her feet raised off of the ground. She struggled but Sasha was too strong, forcing her back against the lockers. Her hands were restrained above her head by Sasha’s left hand, while Sasha’s right index finger traced an S over her breasts.

“Lets remove this shall we? You look so much better as a blond, it wouldn’t be the same any other way,” said Sasha as she pulled off Supergirl’s brunette wig, tossing it into Linda’s locker, releasing her true sweat filled blond hair.

“Let me go!”

“This must be so frustrating for you Supergirl? Not only am I much stronger than you but I’m also better looking.”

“I’m not afraid of you!” lied Supergirl as she struggled with all her might to try and free her hands, the desperation showing on her face. “Everyone has a weakness and I’ll find yours, you can count on it!”

“Playing the hero how attractive. If you weren’t trembling with fear and I hadn’t already kicked the shit out of you I might just be worried! I see your hairs are starting to grow back ”

“Hey…what are doing?! Stop that you can’t…not to me! Let go…!” Sasha’s kiss muffled out Supergirl’s protests at her pussy being grabbed and felt up by Sasha’s right hand. Sasha ended her kiss right as Supergirl’s vaginal fluids released, her fingers penetrated Supergirl’s vagina so that she could hear the heroine’s reaction, “UUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH…NNNNOOOOOOOO! Oh Rao NNNOOOOO! Get it out, get it out, I beg you don’t do this to me, please!”

There wasn’t a force on Earth that was going to make Sasha stop and she continued to kiss Supergirl as she rubbed away at the girl’s clitoris with increasing vigor.

Supergirl continued to struggle and protest but she couldn’t hide the pleasure, it was undeniable. “UUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH…Stop this, you can’t…UUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH…UUUUUUUNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!”

The Girl of Steel climaxed her breasts heaving up and down from the ordeal. Her blond hair was sticking to her face and neck and sweat was running all over her body. Her vulva was covered in her juices, which also ran down her inner thighs.

Sasha removed her right hand from Supergirl’s vagina and spread the fluid, covering it around the Maid of Might’s quivering lips, on her cheeks and wiped the rest off on her well-defined flat abdomen.

Supergirl’s eyes then shot open, starring into her taller foe’s equally blue and adorable eyes with terror. Both girls could hear the sound of approaching footsteps, a broad smile appearing on Sasha’s face as the person drew nearer. With only seconds to spare Sasha released her hold on Supergirl’s hands. The Girl of Steel quickly turned around and placed her head insider her locker.

“Linda?! What are you still doing here?” inquired Lucy.

Supergirl knew this was going to be bad, but she saw no other way out of this, better that Linda suffers than Supergirl. She just hoped that the wig was on right that no blond hairs were showing. Slowly she brought her head out of the locker, covering up her pussy with her left hand. “Umm… hi Lucy,” she timidly greeted relieved that there was no Sasha around.

“Oh my! Linda were you…I mean I’m so sorry.”

Supergirl was blushing she couldn’t look her best friend in the eyes. Her face was covered in cum as was her washboard stomach and open vagina which her left hand covered in hopes of concealing her blond pubic hairs. Her thighs were also dripping wet with her sexual excretions. The fact that she was breathing heavily and completely dowsed in sweat didn’t’ help much either.

“I’m so ashamed, Lucy I can explain it’s not what it looks like… please don’t think any less of me.”

“Linda I’m your friend don’t worry I won’t tell anyone, it can be our little secret but I didn’t think…I mean you and Richard seem to be getting along well…is there something I should know?”

“No Lucy everything’s fine, I just…I mean I was feeling…”

“It’s okay girl, you don’t owe me an explanation,” Lucy said as she hugged a naked sweat ridden Linda, careful not to get any cum on herself in the process. Lucy then quickly opened her locker, removing her forgotten cell phone. “Look Linda, if you need someone to talk to I’m here for you.”

“You’re a good friend Lucy,” replied Linda as Lucy turned around and left.

Supergirl removed the brunette wig tossing it to the ground as she leaned back on the lockers, taking a deep breath. “That was too close! OOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” yelled the Maid of Might as Sasha grabbed her by her sweaty clumped together shoulder blade length blond hair, dragging her forward bending her at the waist.

“I don’t understand why you conceal the fact that you’re Supergirl? Why do you even bother with this Linda Danvers charade?” questioned Sasha as her left hand grimly yanked Supergirl by her hair. In her right she held Supergirl’s costume and boots.

“OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” shouted the Maid of Might as Sasha threw her forward and to the ground by her hair, sending her naked sweating body streaking across the girl’s locker room floor on her front side coming to halt in the shower area. Supergirl scurried to her feet turning to face Sasha who was blocking the only exit.

“Put it on bitch!” demanded Sasha as she threw the Girl of Steel’s costume and boots into the Maid of Might’s stomach.

Supergirl complied with the order quickly slipping each foot into her costume and raising it up her long shapely legs as Sasha watched. She wiggled her hips as she raised her costume over her parted vaginal lips, which like her thighs were soaking wet from her sexual juices. Sasha delighted in seeing how Supergirl tugged her costume against her nether region sliding it back and forwards finding the perfect placement. Upon contact with her body Supergirl’s costume became moist and soaked in the areas that were covered with her cum. The costume hid none of her great shapely definition; her fit, firm body was not in anyway concealed. Having gotten her arms through the sleeves, Supergirl raised her thin soft costume over her firm, perfectly shaped tear dropped breasts, which sensationally stretched out her proud S logo. Supergirl made a few minor adjustments to the fit before slipping on her boots and facing Sasha. She spread her legs apart, placing her arms, with hands in fists, stretched out at her sides.

“Lets fully recreate our first little encounter, after all it was a delightful meeting.” Sasha pulled of her jersey and her shorts down, followed by her bra and thong before placing her hands on her hips.

“You know Supergirl, I was created to destroy you by maniacal geniuses. I am a genetic marvel a truly great piece of engineering, the evolution of your kind. You may only be a slim second in attractive beauty but when it comes to power you’re such a distant second that it’s hardly a contest at all.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because I can cutie and because I want to.”

Supergirl hit Sasha with a right hook to the face followed by a left one, sending her back to the wall. An uppercut lifted Sasha a foot off of the ground. The Girl of Steel again connected with an uppercut, gaining confidence each time she made contact. A side- kick implanted Sasha deeply into the wall but before she could strike again she was sent flying back by a blow to her face. Supergirl crashed into the back shower room wall crumbling pieces of it to the ground before she landed on her hands and widely spread apart knees. Supergirl’s head was ringing it took her a few attempts to get back onto her feet, to Sasha’s amusement. A bruise formed on her right cheek where she had been struck; the pain a reminder that she couldn’t fight this woman toe to toe, she needed to escape.

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Looking a little shaky there Supergirl, did I hit you too hard? Would you like me to take it a little easier on you?”

The Girl of Steel flew right at Sasha with both of her fists stretched out before her, determined to shut the girl’s laughing. “Laugh this up Sasha!” screamed Supergirl about to drill her opponent in the gut but instead of hitting Sasha, Supergirl flew straight into a wall her outstretched arms, her head, neck and body above her tits were stuck, implanted inside. Sasha had moved out of the way only a fragment of an inch before being struck, a testament to her great speed. Supergirl’s legs and hips were at a 90degree angle to the rest of her body, with her feet touching the ground.

Sasha’s broke out into full out laughter doubling over from Supergirl’s predicament, which only made Supergirl angrier and increasingly frustrated as she tried to free herself. Sasha then placed both of her hands on Supergirl’s lower back firmly pressing down as she rammed her right knee up into Supergirl’s completely exposed and defenseless navel.

“OOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW!” The first powerful knee to her navel brought tears to Supergirl’s eyes. The second one caused her to continually cry out in pain from the horrid hurt and bruising that appeared, “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” The third knee enhanced the bruising around her navel, also causing blood to seep from her mouth. Next bile would be added to the blood flowing from her mouth and blood pockets formed in her pulverized navel region. The fifth and last knee served to intensify the bruising, blood and bile. Each time Sasha struck Supergirl’s legs would fly up and come down again just in time for the next blow.

Sasha then took hold of Supergirl’s cape, yanking her from the wall, sending her slamming down to the ground on her back, coughing up blood and bile onto her face and S logo as she impacted.

The Maid of Might held her ravaged mid section with both arms, as she lay flat on her back hollering into the air in pain. Blood and bile poured out of her mouth down her face and neck. Her bent legs were kicking the ground, which caused her red mini skirt to rise, revealing her thin strip of costume, which barely concealed her soaking wet pussy.

“You disappoint me Supergirl…this was much too easy! You can’t be finished already?! Get up cunt…get up and fight me or I’ll take out my displeasure on your boyfriend, Richard!”

“OOOOWWWWWWWW…you leave him…UUUNGGGHHH…out of this…UNNHUUGGHH…HUGHH…do you hear me,” sniveled the battered, crying Girl of Steel. She managed to get up onto her ass, the bending of her midsection causing tremendous pain. “Richard has nothing to do with this…OWWWW…HUGGGHHH…HHUUUGGHHH…this is between you and me.”

“Not if you don’t get your ass up and fight me.”

“Please I beg you, leave him alone. Do what you want with me but leave Richard alone.”

“Get up!”

Supergirl managed to get to her feet but dared not take her hands away from her abdomen. She was scared, wanting nothing more than to run away but she wasn’t about to let this girl hurt Richard. Supergirl summoned what power she could and released a psi-blast at Sasha who did the same. The psi-blasts met halfway between both girls but Supergirl’s was quickly nullified while Sasha’s kept on coming, impacting Supergirl in the face and opening up a cut on the left cheek before it drove Supergirl into a wall from where she flopped down onto her side, barely conscious.

Sasha knelt down beside Supergirl and firmly laid her on her back. Supergirl’s legs were widely spread, her arms spread out at her sides. The Girl of Steel’s eyes were semi closed but continued to flow tears down her face. Her mouth let out hurt filled moans with blood and bile spewing from both corners. Blood also flowed down her face from the cut on her left cheek and the right side of her face was bruised. Sasha felt Supergirl’s washboard abs with her fingers, noticing how tender and soft they felt, making squishing sounds whenever she pressed down. She had really pulverized the region and made a mental reminder that in the future she ought to take it easier on Supergirl, spread the fun out for a longer period.

The Maid of Might’s breasts were bouncing up and down as she struggled for air, her body continuing to sweat excessively. “Please no more…Hugghhh…Hughh… I can’t take anymore. My body it hurts…Huggghhh…I can’t…stand the pain…please no more. Please I beg you…leave me alone…Hugghhh…hughhh…I’m no match for you.”

“Oh, I know you’re no match for me,” responded Sasha as she started playing with Supergirl’s left tit with her right hand, while kissing her dominantly on the mouth. With her left hand she lifted up Supergirl’s skirt, rubbing her pussy through the thin piece of soaked costume. Sasha’s fingers easily made their way inside the girl’s cunt since her vaginal lips were already parted, thanks to her previous insertion. Supergirl released her sexual juices. Sasha feverously worked on stimulating Supergirl’s clitoris through her narrow thin piece of costume.

Supergirl made no protest about being violated this time around; she was well beaten, the pleasure being a welcome change. Her pride was gone and at this point she was willing to do anything to stop Sasha from hurting her anymore. Supergirl didn’t want to die, she was young and enjoyed life too much. She was filled with shame but knew she had finally met her match. “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…yes…yes..yes…OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Supergirl had been brought to orgasm. Tears of pain and complete humiliation streaked down her face, against her will unable to do anything, she the great Supergirl was being made to cum, she began to sob from her plight.

Sasha couldn’t get enough it was a high to have the mighty Girl of Steel so helpless and at her mercy. She kept squeezing the beaten girl’s left tit and enjoying her mouth as she continued to stimulate her.

Supergirl would climax four more times before Sasha felt satisfied. Supergirl’s vulva and legs were soaked in her sticky love juices, while her whole body was drenched in her sweat.

“We’re not done yet super girlie, I’m not totally pleased with your condition,” remarked Sasha as she lifted Supergirl into the air by her breasts.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH my breasts! Sasha, no more you’ve already humiliated me in front of my friends especially Lucy and you’ve beaten and violated me repeatedly…I beg you, have mercy!” pleaded a crying, demolished, fucked Supergirl whose shame filled eyes sought mercy in Sasha’s, as she was being held off of the ground by her breasts.

Each of her hands had a firm and encompassing grip on Supergirl’s young, firm perfectly shaped tear dropped breasts. Sasha now unleashed a hurt upon Supergirl that completely made her forget about her battered mid section and internal bleeding.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Supergirl’s breasts were being brutally compressed by Sasha’s awesome strength, her hands squashing her tits, severely bruising them. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! No more! My breasts…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…OH Rao please no more!”

Sasha pulled and twisted, yanking Supergirl’s breasts in all direction. Supergirl begged and screamed spit flying from her mouth landing all over the place. Her legs kicked out aimlessly while her arms desperately tried to break Sasha’s tormenting grip on her breasts.

Supergirl landed on her ass her back against a wall, unconscious. Sasha stood in front of her looking down at her handiwork. Her S logo was nearly flat against her chest no longer wondrously being pressed outward by her firm perfectly shaped tits; instead her breasts had become soft and soggy no longer able to give her S logo its renowned curves. The youthful perkiness was gone from her tits, black, purplish bruises were what remained.

Sasha once again took hold of the Maid of Might’s now loose breasts before lifting Supergirl into the air by her S logo raising her costume up her but cheeks and between her severely parted Vaginal lips. She carried the Girl of Steel into the nearest bathroom stall and with her foot lifted the seat up before dropping Supergirl into the toilet. Sasha pressed down on Supergirl’s vulva packing her as far down as she could into the toilet managing to get her hips and thighs in the bowl to the point were the toilet’s water contacted her ass and cunt. Sasha then floated up over Supergirl and urinated on the Girl of Steel’s face before flushing the device, which in turn overflowed. Its water spilling onto the floor with Supergirl still sitting inside, her arms at her sides with her head leaning down covered by her sweat and urine filled hair.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” bellowed the Girl of Steel, tears filling her eyes, running down her cheeks. A flood of pain had greeted Supergirl two hours later when she regained consciousness. As Supergirl cried and whimpered from hurt, her hands in a pure reflex action crossed her body in order to attend to her aching breasts. They had regained their former perfection, once more a perfect teardrop shape but they were terribly sore and encompassed by bruises, irritated by the slightest touch. The intensity of the bruising of her tits was equaled by those in her midsection, which were just as purple and black as those on her more delicate breasts. Supergirl’s right cheek was also bruised but not nearly as bad as her tits and abdomen. The blood pockets in her midsection and the cut on her left cheek had healed, along with all her internal injuries. The collar of Supergirl’s costume along with her S logo were blood and bile stained, Sasha had rinsed Supergirl’s face and neck of the substances when she had soiled the young heroines head. The pain from her battered body consumed her senses, causing the Girl of Steel to whimper and cry for fifteen minutes. Slowly her mind was able to cope with the pain, the hurt had subsided just enough for her to became more aware of her situation.

Supergirl summoned the courage to release her devastated tits, placing her hands on either side of the toilet rim. Supergirl straightened up pushing out her chest in preparation to free her ass and hips from the water flowing toilet bowl. The effort sent new levels of pain from her midsection, joined by added hurt from her breasts, which were so badly ravaged that the mere rubbing against her soft, thin, delicate costume caused her grief. Regardless, Supergirl kept trying to free herself, yelling in pain as she did so, until she popped free. The Maid of Might originally landed on her knees but her momentum carried her forward sending her face first onto the wet floor. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Screamed Supergirl as her tender, bruised tits were squashed against the ground, unleashing a new wave of hurt. Scurrying as fast as possible she lifted her breasts of the ground, her hands and knees keeping her off of the wet, tiled floor. Once more the Girl of Steel broke down, overcome by pain, crying uncontrollably. How desperately she wanted to consol her breasts with her hands but she new to do so would cause further torment from her abdomen. For five minutes Supergirl remained on all fours, tears flowing down her face, saliva spewing from her mouth, water dripping from her costume. Her cape, which was barely longer than her mini skirt was to her side soaking up water along with her boots.

Slowly the Maid of Might began crawling out of the washroom area towards her locker. Pain from her damaged, bruised regions flared up with every move but it was discomfort from another area that made her stop. Reaching between her legs, Supergirl pried the wet, narrow, thin piece of costume out of her pussy and ass, placing it in a more comfortable, concealing position. She then brushed back her sweat dried, shoulder blade length, blond hair from her face, taking notice of the awful urine stench.

I have to get up thought Supergirl. I have to bare the pain. Just getting onto her knees had caused her to wail in agony, but Supergirl pressed on, finally managing to stand up crying in pain all the way. Luckily the girl’s basketball team had their own change room, thanks to their incredible success, primarily due to Linda’s athletic prowess. So it was unlikely that anyone had seen Supergirl pulverized and planted inside the toilet.

Taking baby steps, cradling each breast in her hands for support, Supergirl managed to reach her still open locker. A glimpse at the clock struck horror into Supergirl’s heart, Professor Owens’ class was about to start. “Oh Rao…the midterm, I got to make it to class!” There was no way Supergirl was going to be able to remove her costume and get dressed as Linda Danvers in time for class, the pain would make the process take far too long. Going as fast as she could manage through the hurt, Supergirl slipped on a pink turtleneck sweater and white loose fitting warm up pants. The only part of her costume that could be seen were the ankle down portion of her red boots, her cape, she tucked into her pants. Her brown hair, shoulder length wig was in as much disarray as her natural longer blond hair but there was no time to fix it and she quickly slipped it on taking only as much time as was needed to make sure her blond hair wasn’t showing.

“You’re late Miss Danvers!”

“I’m really sorry Professor…I um…was in an accident but I got here as fast as I could.”

Professor Owens saw the light bruise on the girl’s right cheek, her hair was in compete disarray, eyes red from crying, her walk was slower, not as lively as usual. “Linda are you sure you’re okay? You don’t look too well? I can put off your exam for a few days?”

“The doctor said I was fine and I think I can handle the test, keeping my mind occupied should do me some good.”

Linda was a student the Professor tried to get close to, she was brilliant but he didn’t care about that aspect. The girl was simply hot; he attended all her games marveling at her ability, dreaming of what could never be. Strangely though, he found himself walking away, not towards her, she was emitting a fowl stench. “Well okay if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure Professor.”

“Here take one of these,” said the man as he handed Linda a copy of the examination, keeping his distance as he did so.

Linda Danvers headed for the desolate back of the room, Richard had spotted her from the front of the class thankfully there wasn’t a seat next to him. Her body was healing but it had a long way to go, the pain of just sitting down, let alone remaining in that position tormented her abdomen.

“Hey there sweat cheeks! Mind if I join you?”

Supergirl took in a deep breath of fright, Shivering from recognition of the voice, as she slowly turned her head to the left to see Sasha sitting next to her. “Rao No! What…are you …doing here?”

“Is there a problem Miss Danvers?” asked Professor Owens from the front of the class. His and every other student’s eyes had turned to Linda’s.

“No…no problem Professor, sorry to disturb everyone.” Supergirl eyes then shot open her mouth dropping down, as she watched Sasha pull down her warm up pants, sliding them between her ass and the chair leaving them half way down her thighs. Sasha then lifted up Supergirl’s short red mini skirt and started caressing the girl’s vulva through the narrow strip of costume. “No! Please not here,” whisperingly pleaded Supergirl. “Please Sasha, you’ll blow my secret identity.”

Sasha’s left hand eagerly went to work on Supergirl’ pussy pushing the thin blue strip of costume aside after a few minutes of playful stroking, seeking penetration. Her right hand felt up the Girl of Steel’s left breast, noticing the tender delicate state they were in. Each playful squeeze caused Supergirl to wince in pain, she was obviously fighting back the screams her devastated tit demanded.

Supergirl’s love juices were running down her thighs, soaking her entire nether region, while also running down to her ass. Sasha’s left hand was expertly working the heroine’s clit, playing Supergirl perfectly. Gasping for air Supergirl moaned to the tune of Sasha’s fingers, her head leaning back. She was desperately trying to control her moaning, while keeping in cheek the pain from her breast but as her climax approached it became harder. The Maid of Might’s legs were widely parted, her chest heaving wildly up and down, the rest of her body squirmed in her seat the orgasm came proving more than the Girl of Steel could handle. “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

“Linda!” demanded Professor Owens.

Sasha had removed her left hand from Supergirl’s vagina, replacing it with her right, while she turned her body to make it look like she was working on the exam. Sasha’s right proved to be equally as good as her left, Supergirl continued to be fabulously stimulated.

The entire class was focused on the heavily perspiring Linda Danvers, who was biting her lower lip fidgeting wildly in her seat. “There’s…OOOOHHHHH….YEEESSSS….no problem Professor. OOOOOHHHHH…I… just realized…OOOOHHHH… an answer…UUNNGGHH…YYEESS…that’s all.”

“That’s good Linda but lets try and keep answers to ourselves, okay.”

The entire hour and a half of the examination Sasha had been pleasuring Supergirl, exploring, discovering her. Supergirl hadn’t gotten beyond putting her name on the midterm, having been kept too occupied, too well pleasured. By the end of class Supergirl was drenched in her own sweat, completely exhausted. Her inner thighs, entire nether region, lower ass, thin strip of costume and parts of her short mini skirt were completely covered in sexual secretions. Sasha had wiped her hands on Supergirl’s costume around her navel, lifting her pink turtleneck to do so. As Sasha wiped her hands clean she pressed hard into Supergirl’s battered midsection, coaxing a horrid scream from the girl but this time no one turned around, she had been distracting people all class long, few took notice anymore. Supergirl saw Richard heading towards Sasha and her. Quickly she covered up her pussy with the thin strip of soaking wet costume, then lifted up her warm up pants stuffing her cape and skirt inside.

“Hey Linda, you okay?”

“Yeah…I’m…okay Richard,” an exhausted, heavily panting Supergirl replied.

“It’s just that you were making quite a ruckus and all back here. Whose your friend.”

“I’m Sasha, Linda’s new teammate. It’s wonderful to finally meet you Richard. Linda can’t stop talking about you, the girl simply thinks the world of you,” jovially exclaimed Sasha, extending her hand for Richard to shake.

“Yeah…Sup…I mean Linda’s great, so you play basketball?” inquired Richard losing himself in Sasha’s gorgeous face, checking her out. Linda and me were going to…um…do you want to come with me?”

“I’d love to Richard, but me and Linda have a basketball meeting, but don’t worry I’m in all of Linda’s classes, I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot of each other.”

“That’s great I’m glad to see you and Linda are such close friends. Can I take your exams to the front for you ladies?”

Supergirl gave Richard a stern look as he took her blank midterm from her. The entire time he walked to the front and until he left the class he eyed Sasha, who waved to him as he left.

“You leave him alone, you here me Sasha! I don’t want you around my boyfriend, you got it!” angrily threatened Supergirl.

“Relax Supergirl, as long as you behave yourself and be a good little super heroine, I’ll leave your boyfriend alone, though he’s kind of cute.”

“I’m warning you Sasha, you leave him alone or…”

“Or what Supergirl?” laughed Sasha as she grabbed the Girl of Steel by both breasts and lifted her onto her feet.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW, my breasts!”

“Now lets go!” demanded Sasha taking Supergirl by the left hand, pulling her all the way back to the girl’s basketball team’s locker room. The entire time Supergirl was crying, holding her pussy with her right hand, attracting attention. The Maid of Might had no idea how many times Sasha had gotten her to orgasm, but for the better part of class her cunt had been repeatedly violated. Her vagina was now incredibly sore, walking hurt the exhausted heroine, but Sasha couldn’t have cared less.

Back in side the shower room of the girl’s locker room, Sasha grabbed hold of Supergirl’s warm up pants, tearing them off. She then ripped off the pink turtleneck and tossed the brown wig to the ground. Supergirl’s costume was moist from her heavy perspiring, which continued to flow from the girl’s body, completely covering the heroine. Her short, red, mini skirt was sticking to her vulva and thighs, the skirt having a much darker coloration where it did so. Down her inner thighs her love juices were running down. Supergirl’s blond hair was sticking to her face and neck in sweaty clumps. Tears escaped from her watery eyes, running down her cheeks, while she panted for air in sheer physical fatigue. The Maid of Might right hand was placed against her sore pussy, her left arm stretched across her tits in hopes of offering some protection in case Sasha attacked.

“Please Sasha, no more, I’m completely exhausted. My body hasn’t fully recuperated from our last fight, I beg you please no more!”

“Oh, I know you’re out of gas Supergirl. I know all your limitations, I share none of them.” Sasha then placed her hands on Supergirl’s cheeks bring her face towards her own, delivering a fully dissecting kiss. During the half-minute exchange both girls starred into each other’s exquisite blue eyes. “Tell me Supergirl, did you enjoy my pleasuring of you during class?” asked Sasha as she looked down upon Supergirl’s teary face, which she continued to grasp between her hands.

“I’m no lesbian, Sasha!”

“That has nothing to do with my question.”

“You violated me… raped me!”

“Really? I didn’t hear you protest all that much Supergirl, but I do remember you moaning in pleasure, spreading your legs ever wider, rubbing you cunt against my hand.

“That’s not true! You had me at a disadvantage, my identity was on the line, I’m injured and my boyfriend was there, I couldn’t risk…I mean what could I do?”

“That’s true Supergirl and if you don’t want me to reveal your identity to the world, or harm Lucy, Mattie or your boyfriend Richard, then you’ll do as I say, got it bitch!?”

“Yes! I’ll do what it takes to keep them safe,” a teary eyed Supergirl couldn’t believe what she had said. Whatever defiance Supergirl had left was now gone, it was complete acknowledgment of Sasha’s superiority.

“Every morning after practice you’ll pleasure me in this very room Supergirl, you’ll do whatever I say. Every class you’ll sit next to me in the back where we will repeat or little escapade of today. In the mornings after practice you’ll wear this sexy costume of yours. If you miss a practice or class say good by to Linda Danvers and her friends. Do we fully understand each other Supergirl!?”

With a still injured body, whimpering, crying, with tears running down her face, as she looked up into Sasha’s equally blue and sensual eyes Supergirl said, “yes I understand.”

“Okay then, see you tomorrow Supergirl,” devilishly replied Sasha before delivering a head butt straight to the Maid of Might’s forehead, knocking the battered, exhausted girl unconscious. Sasha released her hold of the Girl of Steel’s head, collapsing the young heroine to the ground, landing on her back, her legs parted and arms spread out at her sides. Sasha with little effort then ripped a metal railing from the sidewall, meant to keep the girls from falling when the floor was wet. She then drove the metal railing into the wall six feet in the air, under a showerhead. Sasha now lifted Supergirl into the air by her red cape and hooked the Girl of Steel by it onto the metal railing before turning on the shower and leaving the room. Supergirl’s costume rode up her ass and parted vaginal lips. Supergirl’s costume though soft, delicate and extremely thin, was well made by the Maid of Might, using Kryptonian techniques; its invisible stitching did not give way and continued to hold the heroine in her predicament. Supergirl would come to an hour later by which time her wounds would heal but not her pride.

The next week and a half was the worst and by far the most degrading in Supergirl’s young life. The shame and humiliation of having to serve Sasha was making it hard for her to look herself in the mirror. Every morning in front of her friends Supergirl was schooled and embarrassed by Sasha, during basketball practice. This was followed by Sasha watching the sweaty Maid of Might slip on her costume in the shower area. Supergirl would get on her knees and eat out Sasha’s pussy, being made to lick and swallow Sasha’s sexual secretions. By the end of this, the Girl of Steel’s face and hair was cum covered, her throat and mouth filled with the Sasha’s love juices. Sasha always kept Supergirl in her costume during these morning secessions. It drove her wild to know she was degrading the great Supergirl, protector of earth, rivaled by few in the universe. Sasha then locked both Supergirl’s and her own now throbbing wet pussy together. Each physically perfect girl grabbed the others legs as they thumped back and forth. Sasha always outlasted Supergirl in their sexual workout, that’s why she had Supergirl repeatedly eat her pussy out before they got started, in a vain hope to counterbalance Supergirl’s inferior endurance. Exhaustion from the humiliating scrimmage followed by the hour in which Sasha went full throttle in her intercourse with the maid of Might, insured that by the end Supergirl would pass out. Sasha however didn’t stop when Supergirl did, she would mount the Girl of Steel, repeatedly pleasuring herself over the young heroine’s breasts, covering Supergirl’s S logo with cum. By the time Sasha was fully satisfied, Supergirl’s face, hair, S logo and pussy were covered in love juices. The heroine’s body would be a sweaty mess, her costume soaked in the sweat of both girls. Sasha would then take a shower in the very room leaving the filthy Supergirl lying on her back, her breasts slightly bouncing from her heavy breathing.

Generally Supergirl came to within an hour, her pussy sore and body aching from the intense physical activity she had undergone. The Maid of Might had only two costumes and each day one was completely ruined by Sasha. Supergirl’s ordeals with Sasha throughout the day left her too tired to make any new outfits, as well as other things. She still continued to defeat super villains, who though foiled in their plots had given her an excessively hard time, managing to escape in the end to conjure up new evil. It wasn’t just her ability to defend earth that was being jeopardized by Sasha but also her relationship with Richard. He would fall head over heals for Sasha, like every other guy who she encountered, continuously embarrassing Supergirl in public with his attempts to win Sasha over. Further straining their relationship was Supergirl’s failure to satisfy Richard. By the end of the day Supergirl was too tired to have sex, not even having the energy to fool around a little.

Fatigue also caused the Maid of Might to neglect her friends who were quickly chumming up to her tormentor. Sasha was winning everyone over, the crowed during games chanted her name in admiration as she broke record after record, previously set by Linda Danvers. Supergirl was further humiliated by being benched, the coach with Sasha’s encouragement decided the team ran better with Linda on the bench.

Supergirl’s classes were fairing no better than her social life, her marks were devastated by the midterms of the previous week. Sasha kept the Maid of Might fully distracted in those classes just like she had in Professor Owens’. Whatever clothes Supergirl wore to class would be ruined by Sasha’s endless playing with her body. The panties, pants, jeans or skirts Supergirl wore to class would be completely drenched in her sexual secretions by the end. Supergirl would have to cover her nether region with a book or purse to hid the stained wetness as she left class. This may have hidden the shame between her legs but her excessive sweating, drenching whatever top she wore assured Linda Danvers got numerous stares as she struggled to walk down the halls, her sore pussy hurting all the way.

Sasha had been especially grueling on the Maid of Might this Morning; her friskiness had not died down in today’s class either. Supergirl had recuperated enough around one o’clock from Sasha’s workout to feel confident enough to head into the skies. Her patrol over the skies of New York had been an eventful one. She foiled a bank robbery by some high-tech thieves, using strength enhancing body armor. This was followed by a military emergency, the Girl of Steel had to lift the navies newest aircraft carrier out of the sea, hauling it back to dry dock for repairs. Lastly she had to deal with a major industrial fire, saving countless lives and valuable property. The Girl of Steel landed on the balcony of Richard’s apartment, eager for some rest her body sore from today’s occurrences.

From the balcony Supergirl could hear the TV recapping her exploits. She stepped into the bedroom her hands on her neck as she rolled it back in semi circles to loosen the stiffness.

“The media just loves you Supergirl!”

“Sasha! What are you doing here!” demanded a startled Maid of Might. “This isn’t part of our agreement, you can’t be here! You’ve already had me today,” shamefully said Supergirl lowering her eyes as she spoke, too embarrassed to look the naked Sasha in the eyes.

“Yeah…I’ve decided to alter our little deal baby. You see… I want you Supergirl. I know you want me too, we both know that loser of a boyfriend can’t satisfy you the way I do. So, I’ve decided to take over the role from Richard.”

“What have you done to him? If you’ve hurt him I swear I’ll make you pay!”

“Right! Okay I’m scared, I really am,” sarcastically responded Sasha. “Relax cutie I haven’t done anything to your precious Richard. I don’t see why you settle for that dope, the way you scream with me is far more intense than anytime with him.” Sasha got off the bed and approached Supergirl, standing a foot away from her looking down into her frightened blue eyes. “We have to face facts Supergirl, we’re far beyond these measly humans, all we have is each other. This doesn’t have to end badly for you Supergirl, be my girl and together we’ll make this world ours, we’ll turn earth into a power to rival any in the universe. I’m offering you a chance to rule at my side…come join me!”

She’s crazy thought Supergirl, but what can I do? She’s too powerful I can’t take her. No, I have to fight I can’t give…

Supergirl turned around, the news on the TV having caught her attention. A subway had lost control, its brakes had failed, it was picking up dangerous amounts of speed, derailment might occur any moment, countless lives were at stake.

“I have to go, those people need me!” exclaimed a worried Girl of Steel. But before the young heroine could leap into action, she was grabbed from behind. Sasha had crossed her left arm over Supergirl’s body grasping the heroine’s right tit, while her right hand grabbed Supergirl’s crotch. “No, let me go! Please Sasha, I have to help those people; they’re going to die if I don’t help them!”

Not a single frantic word from Supergirl got through to Sasha, she was too busy kissing the Girl of Steel’s neck and playing with her right tit and pussy.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” moaned Supergirl as Sasha’s fingers inserted themselves into her vagina, not bothering to slip aside the thin blue strip of costume, which covered her pussy. “Let me go! Let me go…OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Supergirl placed her hands over the violating one’s of Sasha, desperately trying to free herself. Every muscle in Supergirl’s body was straining itself as she gave an all out effort to break free. The Maid of Might’s love juices soaked her thin blue strip of costume and ran down her inner thighs as Sasha, with much experience, expertly pleasured the heroine. “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Sasha please…OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH…those people are running out of ti…OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Sasha you have to let me…OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Supergirl was getting increasingly frantic, her mightiest efforts couldn’t dislodge Sasha’s pleasuring grip. The Girl of Steel continued to try and pull herself free, her body squirming in Sasha’s hold. “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” As Supergirl climaxed a flash of light burst from the TV, the subway had derailed bodies were splattered everywhere, the carnage was horrific.

“Rao, NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” screamed Supergirl breaking down into tears, sobbing for the loss of life. She no longer resisted Sasha, her legs spread wider and off the ground, while her arms flapped at her sides to the rhythm of Sasha’s penetration. Supergirl stared at the disaster on TV crying, tears streaking down her cheeks, as the cameras scanned the devastation.

Sasha was to busy to notice anything had happened, she just kept fondling Supergirl’s right breast and stimulating her clitoris.

“Oh my God! What’s happening here?!” demanded a startled Richard who had just arrived and couldn’t believe what he was seeing, instantly getting an erection. Supergirl was sweating madly, her shoulder blade long, blond hair was sticking to her face and neck. Her costume around the collar, between and under her breasts and around her armpits was soaked with sweat, while her entire body was beaded with the substance. Sasha’s right wrist pinned Supergirl’s short, red, mini skirt against her body, exposing Supergirl’s cum drenched nether region and inner thighs. Sasha’s fingers were busily pushing in and out of Supergirl’s pussy inserting the thin blue piece of costume with each penetration.

“Richard! Rao, no…but me down Sasha! Please not in front of my…OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…boyfriend! Not in front of Richard!” sobbed Supergirl her tears flowing harder than ever-in shame. The Girl of Steel resumed her efforts to break Sasha’s hold on her as she begged for Sasha to stop.

Richard, with a growing erection, watched in disbelief as Supergirl was being taken, he couldn’t understand how this could be happening. His love was struggling valiantly to no avail, the mighty Supergirl was being overpowered and violated. Supergirl’s tears and pleas turned him on but he knew she was in trouble. “Hey you, let her go! Supergirl what’s wrong? Why can’t you break free?!”

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Richard I…OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Sasha please stop…OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I beg you, please sto…OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” the Maid of Might had another orgasm. She was sweating harder, panting for air, while looking at her boyfriend through teary, shame filled eyes.

Sasha released Supergirl, who fell onto her hands and knees, her sweaty hair draped over her face concealing her sweaty, crying, teary face. Richard moved Towards Supergirl but before he could get his arms around her to console her, Sasha threw him onto the bed and leaped on top of him. “I want to see what’s so special about you boy!” exclaimed Sasha as she ripped of Richard’s clothes.

“Supergirl help me!” shouted Richard who was effortlessly pinned down.

The girl of Steel, still on all fours, raised her head, pushing her hair aside with her left hand, “Oh Rao! Sasha, no please leave him alone! This is between you and me!”

“If you interfere, Supergirl I’ll snap your boyfriend’s neck!” threatened Sasha as she parted her vaginal lips, entering Richard’s member inside of her.

“Supergirl!” hollered Richard.

The Maid of Might could do nothing; she raised herself onto her knees, her ass on her heels, while her arms rested at her sides. A crying Supergirl could only watched as Sasha rode her boyfriend from on top.

“Oh God, you’re amazing! I’ve never felt like this before, Oh Yeah, Oh yeah!”

“Not even with Supergirl!”

“God no! I mean… Oh baby Yeah…she’s phenomenal and all but you’re better! So much better! I’ve wanted to screw you from the first time we meet!” a heavily panting Richard blurted out.

These words cut right into Supergirl. She had never heard Richard so excited, his screams of blissful pleasure hurt Supergirl more than anything Sasha had done to her. The Girl of Steel felt pathetic; completely disgusted with herself as she watched Sasha take her boyfriend to levels of pleasure she could never match. Richard was about to orgasm, sweating, panting uncontrollably his body convulsing, he was having a heart attack. “Rao NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO!” shouted Supergirl who immediately sprang to her feet running towards her mounted boyfriend.

Sasha leaped off of Richard taking hold of the charging Maid of Might by her breasts lifting her into the air, forcing her back against a wall.

“Let me go…Sasha I beg you please…he needs to get to a hospital…please Sasha!” pleaded a sobbing Girl of Steel her hands trying to dislodge the grip on her tits, while her legs kicked out frantically to the sides.

“Why bother? He really wasn’t that good Supergirl, you could do much better!” noted Sasha as she applied some pressure on Supergirl’s perfectly shaped teardrop breasts.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Sasha please…I have to get him to a hospital.”

“ Tomorrow after practice I want your answer Supergirl! You either join me at my side or I’ll destroy you!” Sasha then forced her tongue into Supergirl’s mouth, relishing the heroine’s gorgeous taste. Supergirl’s terrified blue eyes, watched her convulsing boyfriend, foam dripping from his mouth, his wide-open eyes starring into the ceiling, pain gripping his face, arms clenching his chest. Once free from Sasha’s intrusive kiss and forceful hold on her breasts, Supergirl rushed to Richard, lifting him into her arms, flying him to the nearest hospital, praying he’ll be alright. Sasha had allowed Supergirl to leave, certain that tomorrow she would be forever hers.

The entire time Supergirl stayed at Richard’s side, the hospital staff knew they couldn’t stop Supergirl, so they allowed her to stay. Supergirl’s eyes were continuously leaking tears, having turned red from the constant sobbing. Her barely ass and vulva covering, red, mini shirt was sticking to her nether region, which was soaked from her sexual juices, as was her inner thighs. Her entire body was beaded with sweat, her hair sticking to her face and neck. Large stains of sweat formed on the collar of her costume, armpits, nether region, ass and also between and under her breasts.

Alone in a recovery room, Supergirl was on her knees, her hands on Richard’s chest, while her head lay at his side, as she sobbed. “I’m so sorry Richard, this is all my fault. I was too ashamed to tell you what’s been going on, too proud to allow you to see my as a victim. Sasha…she has done terrible things to me. I’ve tried to take her but I’m no match, she uses me for sex, makes me…Oh Rao…the things I’ve done, I’m so ashamed. But I won’t let her use me anymore…let her hurt the ones I love. I’ll stop her, I swear I’ll make her pay for what she’s done to you!” swore a crying Maid of Might as she looked upon her unconscious love, lucky to be alive.

The next morning, Sasha was wearing low-rise blue stretch jeans, a black camisole and red sling dress shoes, as she made her way to the gym for practice. “UUUUUUNNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!” grunted Sasha as she was struck in the back by a psi blast from a quickly descending Supergirl, which sent her face first into the grass. Supergirl set loose another psi blast while Sasha was on all fours, sending her back down on her stomach, partially implanted in the soil. The Girl of Steel was in a rage, she flew right down into Sasha screaming as she pushed her into the ground, her arms driving into the girl’s back. For fifty feet Supergirl pushed Sasha through earth and rock, and then forced her another fifty feet back to the surface. The Girl of Steel exploded from beneath the ground, dirt flying everywhere, she had one hand on Sasha’s ass, the other between her shoulder blades, holding her above her head. Sasha’s jeans, and camisole were torn, covered in dirt as was Sasha herself. Supergirl and her costume had escaped unscathed, since Sasha’s body had acted as a shield. The girls had popped up in the heart of the campus, students where everywhere all startled by what they saw. The Maid of Might tossed Sasha into the nearest building, smashing her through the wall, sliding across the marble floor and coming to a rest at the back end of the building.

I’ve got to stop Sasha, she’s a menace and I’m going to make her pay for what she’s did to Richard and me, thought Supergirl. I can’t let up, I must take the fight to her, and this time I will beat her. With this in mind the young heroine jumped through the hole in the wall and ran straight at Sasha who had risen to her feet. Supergirl running as fast as she could leaped into the air, delivering a jump kick to Sasha’s face, bashing her through the back wall of the structure.

“You’re going to pay Sasha! You’ve violated, humiliated me for the last time, I’m going to stop you no matter what the cost!” shouted Supergirl as she straddled Sasha, her pussy and ass resting on Sasha’s upper midsection. Three rights and three lefts backed by every inch of power in Supergirl’s body collided with Sasha’s dirt smudged face. Supergirl then clasped her hands together, lifted them above her head and drove her combined fists down into Sash’s face, yelling as she did so. Supergirl slammed Sasha’s face in this fashion two more times, implanting Sasha’s head into the ground. Just as Supergirl was about to raise her hands to deliver a fourth blow, her head was grasped by Sasha’s flexible, strong legs, which sent Supergirl spiraling backwards in the air. The Girl of Steel struck the same building she had thrown and kicked Sasha through. She cracked the outer wall as she impacted front side, upside down and spread eagled, before falling to the ground landing on her head, coming to a rest on her back.

The media had now arrived on the scene, their numbers constantly swelling as the news of a Supergirl fight got out. Along with the media, students had gathered in massive numbers to watch the brawl and see their heroine in action.

Sasha was on her feet and approaching Supergirl before the heroine was up. She grabbed her torn black camisole by the collar and ripped it off, revealing her already partially exposed red bra. She then grabbed her ripped jeans by the low hip line tearing them off as well in one swift motion, unveiling her red thong. Sasha had never stopped approaching Supergirl as she yanked off her jeans and camisole and had to remind herself to enjoy pummeling Supergirl and let the experience last by holding back her strength. Sasha stopped two feet from the heroine and placed her hands on her hips, spreading her legs apart as she looked down into the now standing Supergirl’s eyes.

Supergirl’s arms were slightly bent and out at her sides, her hands clenched in tight fists. Supergirl couldn’t believe there wasn’t a single mark of damage on Sasha’s body. The Girl of Steel had already started sweating with a few beads running down her face.

“So you have chosen death Supergirl!”

“I’ve chosen no such thing!” angrily responded the Maid of Might as she connected with a right hook to Sasha’s face, snapping it to the side. Again Supergirl struck, this time with a left hook, which twisted Sasha’s face the other way. But before Supergirl could launch another attack she was slapped in the right side of the face by Sasha’s left hand, with such force that it turned her 180 degrees and nearly caused her to stumble over. Quickly the Girl of Steel recovered and launched another left impacting straight into Sasha’s face snapping it back, causing her to take a step backwards. A slap to Supergirl’s left cheek caused her to loose momentum, spinning her in a complete circle, once again nearly collapsing her. The Maid of Might felt slightly dizzy but she regrouped yet again, punching Sasha with a left, followed by a right and by another left. Each punch from Supergirl backed Sasha up by a step but again Sasha slapped the Girl of Steel before she could launch another assault. The slap impacted Supergirl on the left cheek, sending her face first to the ground, splattering blood from her nose into the air on her way down.

The crowd couldn’t believe it, Supergirl was throwing her mightiest punches and the girl in a red bra and thong was taken them, while downing Supergirl with a mere slap to the face. Supergirl raised herself onto her hands and knees; her sweaty hair draped her face, while blood ran from her left nostril down to her lips. Both of Supergirl’s cheeks had turned red from Sasha’s slaps. Between and under Supergirl’s breasts as well as around her collar, under her armpits and in her nether region and ass, the mighty heroine’s sweat was beginning to visibly stain her costume. The Girl of Steel’s chest was heaving for air, while she struggled to regain her bearings. I can’t give up thought Supergirl, I have to keep trying, there must be someway to hurt this girl.

“Not looking to good Supergirl! It’s a pity you chose to play hero, girl. We could have had some wonderful times together,” taunted Sasha as she watched Supergirl wobbly raise herself. As Sasha looked into Supergirl’s eyes she no longer saw outright hatred and defiance but noticed doubt and concern. “Come on Supergirl give me your best shot, I can take anything you have to offer girl, and you know it!”

Supergirl faked a right jab, surprising Sasha by instead launching a sidekick straight into her bare midsection with her right foot. Sasha slightly leaned forward from the kick and Supergirl nailed her exposed jaw with an uppercut, which caused Sasha to stumble backwards. Supergirl then connected with a spinning roundhouse kick with her left foot, crashing Sasha down onto her back.

The crowd had regained their faith in Supergirl who was regaining her confidence and foolishly allowed Sasha to get back on her feet unchallenged. “Oh you’re going to pay Supergirl! No one humiliates me,” stated Sasha as she once again looked down upon Supergirl’s face.

Supergirl attempted to do the same trick twice, she faked a punch and struck with her left leg in a sidekick but Sasha wasn’t going to be fooled again. Supergirl’s kick hit air; Sasha had brilliantly sidestepped Supergirl’s leg and instead took hold of the heroine’s exposed vulva, with her right hand. Sash then placed her left arm over Supergirl’s right shoulder, her hand resting between the girl’s shoulder blades, as she lifted Supergirl into the air, parallel to the ground and directly against her own body. Sasha then carried the kicking, arms flailing Maid of Might over to the nearest pool of reporters.

“Sasha, put me down! Rao help me please!” pleaded Supergirl who was in a vulnerable position, in the hands of an opponent she couldn’t escape from.

Sasha tilted her hand that clenched Supergirl’s vulva upwards, causing Supergirl’s extremely short, red mini skirt to fall back, clearly exposing the sweat stained, thin, blue strip of narrow costume that barely covered her vaginal lips and ass. Just as Sasha wanted the reporters zoomed all the way in on Supergirl’s cunt, getting some of the best footage of the girl’s most highly coveted spot, they’ve ever gotten. Sasha’s right hand then started twisting Supergirl’s outer vaginal lips over her sweat soaked, thin, soft piece of narrow costume covering the area.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” hollered Supergirl as her cunt was twisted.

Under Supergirl’s thin piece of narrow, sweat soaked costume; Supergirl’s pussy was sore and red but nothing worse than that. Sasha didn’t twist hard enough to cause any permanent damage or even bruising, only enough to cause Supergirl to scream in pain. The Maid of Might’s face showed the helplessness of her position as well as the agonizing pain she was being treated to. Strands of her shoulder blade long, blond hair stuck to her face, which like the rest of her was covered in sweat.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH…my pussy…my pussy…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! Rao help me!” For a second Sasha stopped and Supergirl screaming quieted down but the pause was short lived, Sasha had decided to twist the other way. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…no more oh Rao no more!” Supergirl’s screams had turn to crying, her eyes watered with tears, which streamed down her pain-encompassed face.

Sasha finally stopped her cruel twisting of the Maid of Might’s vaginal lips, holding the Girl of Steel in her current predicament to allow the cameras shots of Supergirl’s cunt and sweating, crying, weeping, pain stricken face. Sasha then slammed the young heroine’s back into her right knee, causing Supergirl to howl in pain as she was released from Sasha’s hold and dropped on her front, quickly rolling onto her back. Sasha turned her attention to the cameras leaving Supergirl with her left hand attending to her aching vulva, while her right held her back as she rolled back and forth in pain.

“How have you done this too Supergirl?”

“This…this is nothing, the girl’s lucky I’m taking it easy on her. I’ve pounded her to a pulp twice already, devastating her breasts, dislocating her arms and battering her so hard that the swelling, bruising and internal bleeding caused her to loose consciousness. She’s just lucky she’s a phenomenal fuck or she’d be dead already!”

“Who are you?”

“I’m the supreme being and after I’m through with Supergirl I’m going to make this world mine. You’ll all be my slaves, doing my bidding, reshaping Earth in my image, making this planet the center of power in the universe.”

The cameras didn’t just take notice of Sasha’s superiority to Supergirl in strength but also in physique. They scanned Sasha’s body, nearly totally revealed, except for her barely concealing red bra and thong. The girl’s breasts were so much bigger than Supergirl’s, her legs longer making her taller than the 5’11 heroine.

Sasha had kept an eye on Supergirl and turned to face her as she struggled back onto her feet. “You okay their Supergirl, I hope I didn’t hurt your pussy to bad? I’m trying my best to restrain myself!”

Supergirl’s eyes betrayed her fright but she was determined to stop Sasha. She raised her fists in the air and sent a straight left at Sasha’s face. “NNNNNNOOOOOOOO!” blurted Supergirl as Sasha caught Supergirl’s left punch with her right hand, keeping hold of Supergirl’s closed fist. Supergirl quickly responded with her right fist but to her horror it was also caught, this time by Sasha’s left. “UUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH! Rao no…UUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” screamed Supergirl as Sasha was applying gruesome pressure upon Supergirl’s hands. The Girl of Steel was shouting into the air, her knees bent as Sasha slowly increased the pressure, looking down into Supergirl’s tear filled eyes, blood still running from her left nostril.

“Scream Supergirl, scream!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Blood came from the top of Supergirl’s knuckles where Sasha’s fingernails cut into her skin, while her own nails cut into her palms, releasing further blood. Supergirl dropped down onto her knees, the pain forced her to close her eyes. Spit was flying from her mouth as she screamed uncontrollably, landing on her chin and sides of her mouth.

If any doubt remained amongst the global spectators as to who was the mightier girl, this scene quickly erased it. Supergirl begged for mercy, pleading for Sasha to free her fists, crying as she did so, while spit splattered from her screaming wide-open mouth.

Sasha raised up her right leg and kicked Supergirl in her S symbol between and in the inner beginnings of her breasts, releasing her hold on the heroine’s fists as she did so. Supergirl slammed through two large trees, collapsing them to the ground before coming to halt upon impact with a university building’s outer wall, nearly collapsing it. Supergirl was on her ass, legs widely parted, her mini skirt raised up in her lap revealing her barely covered nether region. From where the small slither between her vaginal lips could be seen through the fabric of her thin costume. The Maid of Might’s head was lowered as she looked down upon her bleeding hands, which she held together above her lap. Slowly and sorely Supergirl managed to get onto her feet, her heart was pounding with fright, she wanted to flyaway. The helicopters, cameramen and students were all focused on her, in sheer disbelief in the way Sasha was dismantling her.

Sasha had perfected the use of her powers since first meeting Supergirl. She could now control them, having become more accustomed to their use. Specifically her psi blasts had improved, she could now better focus her mind, achieving pinpoint accuracy and better focus her blast. Sasha could tell Supergirl was thinking of flying away, she was looking around at all the spectators, crying as she did so, holding her bleeding hands together. Sasha unleashed four perfectly timed and placed psi blasts on the distracted Supergirl. “UUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!” cried out the Girl of Steel as the first psi blast struck her in her outer upper left arm, tearing her costume and opening up a flesh wound. A fragment of a second later Supergirl’s outer upper right arm was also sliced open, tearing her sleeve and oozing blood just like her left. Supergirl’s outer left thigh was struck next between the bottom of her short mini skirt and knee. The wound dropped Supergirl onto her left knee, the blood flowing down to her boots. The last psi blast drooped Supergirl’s right knee to the ground, joining the left, as blood flowed down that leg to her boots as well. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” yelled Supergirl from her widely parted knees, her arms resting at her sides. The blood from Supergirl’s left nostril continued to flow down to her lips, while sweat and tears also continued to stream from her face, sticking her hair to it. Beads of sweat joined the blood flowing down her legs, while the wounds from her arms stained the sleeves of her costume and the blood from her hands dripped to the ground.

Sasha lifted the bleeding heroine off of the ground by her hair, causing her feet to drag as she was yanked to a position in front of some student onlookers, the cameras naturally followed. Supergirl looked about her, Sasha had dragged her in front of her basketball teammates, she could see Mattie and her boyfriend Cutter, Lucy was there, as was Coach and Professor Owens. All of the girls on the team were huge Supergirl fans; many were currently wearing S logo t-shirts. Supergirl didn’t dare look any of them in the eyes.

“Sasha why are you doing this to Supergirl?” asked Lucy.

“She’s a big girl Lucy and she has made her decisions, now she’s paying the price for them,” explained Sasha as she drove her right fist twice into Supergirl’s midsection, letting completely loose, no longer holding back her power.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” hollered the Maid of Might, who wanted to double over but was prevented by Sasha’s hold on her hair. Supergirl covered up her lower midsection wit her aching arms. Sasha then struck Supergirl’s upper midsection with two rapid blows, followed by a strike to the left side of Supergirl’s face, causing blood to flow out of the heroine’s left corner of her mouth. Supergirl’s left cheek and abs were now slightly bruised from the assault. Sasha held the dazed Maid of Might off of the ground by her hair, as blood and sweat flowed from her body; her lowered chin was rolling against her collarbones, while her arms dangled at her sides, her legs swaying in the air. Her teammates, schoolmates, Professors, fans and reporters all watched in disbelief. Sasha then placed her right hand against Supergirl’s navel, pressing the heroines back against her own front side. Sasha then removed her left hand from Supergirl’s sweaty blond hair and started to undress the heroine with it.

Sasha grabbed the collar of Supergirl’s costume pushing one side then the other over the Maid of Might’s shoulders before yanking the costume down to reveal the Girl of Steel’s perfectly shaped tear dropped breasts. While removing Supergirl’s arms from the sleeves, Sasha was careful not the rip the tares on the upper arms of the outfit before proceeding to expose the heroine’s fit, firm and thanks to Sasha lightly bruised midsection.

Supergirl objected to being stripped with only a crying moan of, “NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Her body was hurt, aching and sore all over but she wasn’t physically beaten yet, it was mentally that Supergirl had given up. Sasha had taken everything she had, this entire fight she had been playing with her and now being stripped in front of her friends just zapped all her resistance. Supergirl kept her teary eyes cast down, sobbing from defeat and humiliation, whimpers coming from her mouth.

Sasha unclenched the heroine’s yellow belt from behind and allowed her arms and head to fall to the ground as she slid Supergirl’s costume down over her hips, exposing the girl’s nether region and ass. She then freed the costume from Supergirl’s long, slender legs before allowing her entire body to drop to the ground front side down arms above her head. Sasha held the costume by the S logo like a trophy above her head as photographers and cameramen vied for position to get the perfect shots. Sasha then flung the costume around her neck freeing her hands to grab one of Supergirl’s ankles in each lifting the Maid of Might’s legs, pussy and hips up into the air. She then pressed her right foot into Supergirl’s ass and yanked off the Girl of Steel’s red boots and sox, tossing them aside, leaving Supergirl completely naked on the ground.

The red bra and thong were quickly removed from Sasha’s body, as she prepared to slip on the sexy, soft, thin, form-revealing outfit of the universally renowned and respected Supergirl. Before she did though, she paused placing her arms akimbo and spreading her legs to allow the cameras shots of her unmatched body. From her crying, face down position Supergirl could hear the attention and admiration being laid upon Sasha. “ Those breasts, she’s hotter than Supergirl! Who would of thought that was possible?!”

Sasha had to fight to get Supergirl’s costume onto her body. This was chiefly due to Supergirl’s excessive sweating, but also because of Sasha’s bigger breasts and taller body. The thin strip of costume between the legs barely managed to cover Supergirl’s ass and vulva but on Sasha it rode up her ass, if it moved the smallest fragment of an inch it would have disclosed her pussy. The short red mini skirt on Supergirl was just long enough to conceal her ass and nether region, but on Sasha it failed to do so, exposing her lower ass and thin strip of costume between her legs. The cape was only a few inches longer than the skirt, so it helped a little with Sasha’s ass but did nothing for her vulva. The S logo on Sasha was so well stretched that it became see through, while the collar only went as high as the upper portions of Sasha’s breasts. With Supergirl the costume covered everything up to the beginnings of her collarbones. The costume was unquestionably to small for Sasha, but all agreed that she looked better in it than Supergirl ever-did. The red sling dress shoes that Sasha wore were also a nice touch, and only made her exquisite legs even more desirable.

Sasha was looking down at the naked Supergirl, her eyes glowing with delight. She then picked up the sprawled heroine from her sweaty blond hair and raised the girl onto her knees. “My name is Superior Girl and I now claim dominion over Earth, your protector has fallen, you now all belong to me!” exclaimed Sasha to the many onlookers and billions at home. Superior Girl now placed her right hand on Supergirl’s chin and her left on the top of her head, in preparation to snap the heroine’s neck. Supergirl’s hands grabbed Superior Girl’s by the wrists but she lacked the strength to remove or resist what they were about to do.

Cameras were flashing all over, but there was a silence amongst the crowd all in disbelief of what they were seeing. Supergirl was completely naked on her widely parted knees, as her arms struggled to free the deadly hold on her face. Fright filled the barely 21 year-old heroine’s face, which had blood seeping from her left nostril, and left corner of her mouth. Tears streaked down the terrified Maid of Might’s eyes, joining her sweat in soaking her face, causing strands of her blond hair to stick all over. A light bruise was on Supergirl’s left cheek, as well as on her fabulous midsection above and below her navel. Sweat was all over the girl’s body causing her to glisten, as blood dripped from her upper arms, hands and outer thighs. Supergirl’s breasts, which were the perfect size for her athletic, fit, firm body, were perfectly teardrop shaped and wondrously exposed to all. The Girl of Steel’s pussy was completely exposed but reddened from Sasha’s twisting. Supergirl’s narrow strip of blond pubic hairs had fully re-grown and was drench in the heroine’s sweat. A breeze blew what hairs were not pinned down by Superior Girl’s hands or stuck to Supergirl’s face around her head. The same breeze flapped Superior Girl’s waist long blond hair, cape and skirt up and down as she prepared to end Supergirl’s life.

“NNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Rao save me…this can’t be happening I’m Supergirl…this just can’t be happening! Sasha please don’t do this!”

“The names Superior Girl, bitch and your time’s up!”

“NNNNNNOOOOOOOOO! Sash…Superior Girl please, you’ve already humiliated me in front of my friends, shamed me in front of my boyfriend, ruined my image and taken my pride and dignity! Please no more…I’m obviously no match for you!”

“Sorry Supergirl but you’ve had your chance. Any last words?”

Supergirl looked over the spectators and into the cameras, tears flowing as she did so. She had fought tough fights before, faced ruthless determined villains but it seemed like she had come to her end. How she had hated this month, first the bloody fight with Tamika, then the humiliating defeat to Lexus thanks to the Krpto…time seemed to stop for Supergirl, her mind clearing. She felt her will returning; determination and hope filled the young heroine once again. “Superior Girl you were right when you said you were the best experience I ever had. The way you touched me, knew just how pressure and please me. I know I’m beaten but all I can think about is one last time with you, to know what’s its like to be fully taken.”

Superior Girl released her grasp on Supergirl’s head and turned her around by her left arm before lifting her up into the air with her hands under the Girl of Steel’s sweaty armpits. Superior Girl looked into Supergirl’s blue teary eyes and said, “I knew you wanted me Supergirl!”

Supergirl licked her upper lip before responding, “I do…I so do but please don’t take me here, lets go to where we first met. That’s where I first knew I wanted you, where I knew I had meet my better.”

“I’m still going to kill you Supergirl but I’ll grant your request.” Superior Girl then wrapped her left arm around Supergirl’s waist holding the girl tightly against her body. Before taken off she turned to the cameras, “In one hour and a half in front of the United Nations building I’m going to end Supergirl’s life as the ceremony to my accession as ruler of this planet, be there!”

Holograms concealed the elevator to the secret research facility on the outskirts of New York in the middle of a wide-open field. Superior Girl however knew exactly where the elevator was and blasted it away with a psi blast, before landing on the field. She then tossed Supergirl down the shaft, who fell all the way down to the bottom, landing on her back, which bruised upon impact. Blood filled Supergirl’s mouth and gushed out of the sides, as well as from all of her previous wounds. Superior Girl landed beside Supergirl and tossed her by her hair, staining the metal floors with her blood as she skid to the center of the facility.

Supergirl looked around frantically, rolling from side to side trying to locate the lead cylindrical container. She spotted it in a far corner and desperately crawled towards it. Ten feet before reaching it, Supergirl was jumped by Superior Girl who violently turned her around and Sat on her face, “you know the routine Supergirl.”

Supergirl stretched out her left arm desperately trying to reach the container but it was too far out of reach. She could tell Superior Girl was getting impatient, she would have to bide her time and once more swallow her pride amongst other things. Supergirl pushed aside the thin, blue strip of narrow costume that once covered her phenomenal pussy and got to work. The Girl of Steel kept her hands on Superior Girl’s pumping hips repeatedly eating out her cunt. The Maid of Might’s face was a mixture of sweat, blood and love juices by the end of the warm up.

Superior Girl then laid herself on top of Supergirl, grabbing the heroine’s breast and kissing her neck. Supergirl was getting impatient she would have to act, Superior Girl could easily outlast her and her only hope of defeating this girl was to reach the container. Supergirl wrapped her arms around Superior Girl holding her firmly against her sweaty body and rolled to her left. The girls banged into the wall, Supergirl who still found herself on the bottom searched frantically for the lead cylindrical container with her hands.

“Hey, what are you doing?! I’m the Alpha girl here Supergirl, we only role when I say so, you got that?!”

Supergirl starring into Superior Girl’s eyes nodded her head. Suddenly Supergirl’s eyes lit up, she felt the container in her left hand. Now she would put an end to the horror that was Superior Girl.

“Good idea Supergirl!” applauded Superior Girl as she noticed the lead cylindrical container in Supergirl’s left hand, quickly relieving the Maid of Might of it.

“NNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Give it back!”

“Damn you’re feisty today Supergirl, have patience I get to do you first then you can do me!” reasoned Superior Girl as she inserted the container into Supergirl’s vagina.

“NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Oh Rao get it out, get it out.” Terror struck the Girl of Steel from knowledge of what was contained inside the lead cylindrical object. Supergirl protested, screamed, begged for Superior Girl to take out the container. Desperately Supergirl tried to break free from Superior Girl but was easily overpowered. The thought of the contents of the container breaking free inside her vagina, brought tears to her eyes and sent spit flying from her mouth.“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

After Supergirl’s orgasm Superior Girl withdrew the object from the Maid of Might’s vagina and brought it to her face, “like it clean Supergirl!” A terrified Supergirl did as she was ordered, relieved to have the container out of her. Superior Girl then rolled Supergirl on top of her and placed the cylindrical lead container in her hands. “Now it’s your turn to pleasure me Supergirl. I’m expecting great things, considering how worked up you got!”

Supergirl couldn’t believe it Superior Girl had actually given her the container; she knew what she had to do now. Supergirl quickly grasped the lead object in her hands over Superior Girl’s body and snapped it in two.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” hollered both girls the second the Kryptonite was exposed; they felt like their bodies were being ripped apart. The kryptonite landed between Superior Girl’s breasts and before she could do anything about it, Supergirl pressed her own body into Superior Girl’s, trapping the kryptonite between their breasts. The pain for both girls was utterly consuming, ravaging every inch of their bodies, instantly draining both girl’s of their powers. Both could feel their own and each other’s heartbeats slowing, as they agonizingly screamed in pain.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…Get…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH…off me…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…super bitch!”

Supergirl didn’t respond, the wave of hurt was too intense but she wouldn’t let go, Superior Girl had to die, even if it cost her, her own life.

Superior Girl was the pinnacle of the Kryptonian species, the genetic perfection of the race, in all essence a super Kryptonian. All her abilities had been heightened to such a degree that she was the unrivaled power in the universe but this heightening of her Kryptonian powers also increased her susceptibility to a Kryptonian’s only weakness, kryptonite. Superior Girl lost her powers faster than Supergirl, the lethal substance having a greater affect on her body, killing her at a speedier rate.

Supergirl no longer felt Superior girl’s breath or heartbeat. The Girl of Steel excruciatingly managed to lift her upper body up and gathered what strength she had left into backhanding the kryptonite from Superior Girl’s breasts. Supergirl then collapsed back down bouncing off of Superior Girl and landing beside her on her back panting for breath. Supergirl was sweating wildly; the blood loss from her body had increased under the exposure of the kryptonite. For fifteen minutest the Maid of Might remained on her back before she managed to get onto her knees. She slowly stripped Superior girl, reclaiming her costume, which was soaked by the sweating of both girls. Supergirl slipped her costume back on her sexual juices mixing with the ones of Superior Girl as the thin piece of costume interacted with her pussy.

The costume no longer fit Supergirl properly it was loose on her body, no longer tight and form revealing, Superior Girl had stretched it. The Girl of Steel looked down upon Superior Girl’s lifeless body, her cold, empty, blue eyes fixed upon the ceiling. The Maid of Might spit on Superior Girl’s face, before grabbing her by the breasts and tossing her on top of the kryptonite. She wanted to be sure that monster was dead. Tomorrow Supergirl would return to deal with the carcass, kryptonite and dreaded research facility but for now Supergirl would go home and get changed into her spare costume, this one was making her feel inadequate. After that she had to show up at the U.N. to reassure the world, and revitalize her image. She didn’t look forward to the questions that would be posed but afterwards she would spend all night at Richard’s side in the hospital.

The next morning Supergirl returned to the research facility to find it completely emptied, no Superior Girl or kryptonite. There was absolutely nothing, the place had been cleaned out, the elevator shafts collapsed.