A clear sky greeted the populace of Washington D.C. on what was a very quiet and uneventful day. The warm sun had brought about a solace to a city swirling with accusations of corruption in the Luthor administration. People for to day at least preferred to be outside, tranquilly enjoying the beautiful weather. Linda Danvers, the star guard for the NYU women’s varsity basketball team, was one of them. Earlier today she had scrimmaged with her teammates in preparation for tonight’s game, but now she walked Washington’s impressive streets with her boyfriend, Richard.
“You should invite me along on all of your road trips Linda! What I mean is that I want to spend more time with you. Between studies, basketball and especially your demands from being Supergirl I rarely get to be with you, baby.”
“I know Richard and I’m really sorry but there’s a massive global crime wave occurring and Supergirl is needed more than ever. It also doesn’t help much that coach views you as a distraction from my ability to focus, I think he blames you for all my missed practices. I had to beg him for days to allow you to come with me on this trip.”
“Are you getting any closer to solving who or what’s behind this outbreak of crime?”
“Not really. It’s so large in scale and the recent criminals I’ve defeated, as powerful as they’ve been, believe it or not are just foot soldiers and don’t seem to know very much. All I really know is that some new force called the Imperium is behind it all.”
Suddenly as the couple was passing the Bank of America gun blasts rang out, sending bullets smashing through the large glass window and straight at them. Linda quickly forced Richard behind her, shielding him from the lead projectiles and shattered glass. Men dressed in black protective gear with their faces concealed behind black ski masks were robbing the bank. All the guards plus several other people were already dead.
Linda grabbed Richard by the hand and pulled him around the corner and into an ally. Quickly Linda scanned the area to make sure no one was looking before proceeding to remove her red, short sleeved, form fitting t-shirt and black mini skirt. Next she undid her bra and slipped of her panties before pulling off her brunette wig. “Hold these for me would you sweetie?” asked the naked girl as she dumped her clothes into Richard’s arms before hurrying to remove her costume from her purse.
Richard complied with his love’s request, delightfully staring at her fabulous physique as she slipped on her incredibly form revealing, thin, soft costume. Supergirl completed her transformation by slipping on her red boots and quickly making a few tugging adjustments to the fit of her costume. “Don’t worry about me I’ll be back in a moment,” said Supergirl before giving her boyfriend a quick kiss and heading for the bank.
The Maid of Might flew through the shattered window, landing in the middle of the bank. Two quick psi blasts knocked out the two gunmen conducting crowd control. The third, and seemingly last man, started to back up, towards the vault, as the Girl of Steel approached. His M16 was trembling in his hands and his eyes were fixated upon the blonde heroine drawing ever nearer. “Big Mama you better get out here! Big Mama!” hollered the robber. Controlled bursts let loose from the man’s assault riffle, in what he knew would be a vain attempt at stopping the young heroine.
A wry smile appeared on Supergirl’s face as she held out her left hand toward the man, revealing every bullet he had fired before letting them fall to the floor. In a rapid, graceful movement the Girl of Steel closed the remaining distance between her and the gunman. Her left hand yanked away the gun and crushed it as she tightened her fist, before tossing it harmlessly away. The Maid of Might’s right hand took hold of the robber by the neck, lifting him off of his feet. “ I have a few questions and you’re going to give me the answers,” demanded Supergirl of the dangling man.
“I’d put him down if you know what’s good for you pretty girl!” From out of the vault appeared an incredibly obese woman, carrying several large bags full of money, heaving for breath as she did so. The woman was in her early forties and must have weighed over 350 pounds. She wore a black tank body suit that struggled to contain her flabby form. The outfit bit into the loose flesh of her shoulders, underarms, ass and nether region. Her eyes were green and her short blonde hair was in complete disarray from her immense sweating, which poured down all over her body drenching her exposed legs and arms.
Supergirl flicked the gunman’s chin with her left index finger knocking him unconscious before she let him drop to the ground. She then prepared to face Big Mama who had dropped the bags of money and was making her way towards her. The Maid of Might readied herself by placing her hands on her hips, spreading her legs and giving a quick flicker of her head to remove her shoulder blade long, blonde hair from in front of her blue eyes. There was a slight vibration caused by Big Mama’s approach and as she came near, the young heroine noticed the foul odor emanating from the woman.
Four feet away from Supergirl, Big Mama stopped and mimicked the girl’s stance. The woman’s large belly made the distance seem more like two feet rather than four. “I’m going to enjoy demolishing a pretty little girl like you. Plus defeating the great Supergirl will do wonders for my standing in the Imperium.”
“The Imperium! Look, who ever you think you are I don’t care. You’re fooling yourself if you think you can take me. So if you tell me everything you know about the Imperium I’ll promise the judge will take your co-operation into consideration at your trial.”
“Oh! You would really do that for me?” mockingly teased Big Mama before sending a right hook at Supergirl’s face. The incredibly nimble and flexible Girl of Steal ducked the attack and countered with a right of her own into Big Mama’s large gut.
“Rao! I’m…I’m stuck!” exclaimed Supergirl looking up into Big Mama’s broadly smiling face. Her fist had deeply penetrated into her opponent’s gut, which now engulfed her hand, preventing her from removing it. Again and again the heroic girl tried to pull her right hand free, but it was to no avail.
The 6’2 Big Mama relished the look upon the 5’ll, worried girl’s face, as she vainly struggled to free herself. “Here Supergirl, let me help you!” said Big Mama as she freed the heroine’s fist from her belly with a quick thrusting out of her stomach. The force of the expelling of the Maid of Might’s fist was of such strength that it sent her flying back.
Supergirl’s back slammed hard against a wall; it took her a second to recover from the impact. But as Supergirl lifted her head up and brushed her hair aside she was greeted by a running Big Mama, who leaped as best she could into the air and squashed the Girl of Steel between her massive frame and the wall.
Big Mama bounced off of Supergirl and back onto her feet, landing with a huge thud. Supergirl was implanted into the cracked wall, only her head was free and it dangled down, her hair draping over it. Big Mama then yanked the moaning girl from the wall by her hair and quickly took hold of the heroine with both hands by the back of her head. Before the Maid of Might could regain her bearings, Big Mama pressed the girl’s head deeply into her own massive, sagging tits.
Between Big Mama’s fat, large breasts Supergirl struggled for air, the smell of the woman’s foul body odor, with a heavy stench of ham filled her nostrils. Desperately Supergirl tried to break free, as her hands attempted to push Big Mama away, but they kept encountering flab and couldn’t get any force behind their effort. The young heroine was getting desperate, her mind was racing and panic was ensuing.
Suddenly Supergirl leaped into the air, smashing through the ceiling of the bank, with Big Mama taking the brunt of the blow. This slightly loosened the woman’s grip on the Girl of Steel’s head, allowing her to let off a psi blast straight between her opponent’s breasts.
The psi blast had completely freed Supergirl from Big Mama’s hold. Lacking the Girl of Steel’s ability of flight Big Mama began to tumble back down to the ground but was quickly saved by the heroine, who held each of her wrists in a hand. “Now, you’re going to tell me everything you know about the Imperium, or I’m going to let you complete you’re fall, do you understand me!?”
“You wouldn’t!” screamed Big Mama in response to Supergirl’s threat.
“Oh really,” responded the Maid of Might as she released her hold of the woman’s right wrist.
“I don’t know anything I swear!” Supergirl began to loosen her hold on big Mama’s left wrist. “All right…I’ll talk…I’ll talk!”
“Whose your boss!”
“I…I don’t have one!”
“What!”
“I just get anonymous phone calls…they give me a time and a place. I just do the deed, I don’t know who’s in charge. You gotta believe me Supergirl, I know nothing!”
The Girl of Steel flew back down to the bank and laid the heavily breathing and massively sweating woman on her back. Big Mama was just another spoke on a wheel; Supergirl had heard this same story a dozen times over already. On Big Mama’s left loose skinned, sweat drenched upper arm was the emblem of the Imperium. Every time the young heroine saw it she was filled with rage. It was a direct copy of her own emblem that lay stretched across her breasts, but with and I instead of and S in the middle.
Supergirl didn’t take any chances with her opponent; she quickly delivered a psi blast to Big Mama’s forehead, causing the woman to lose consciousness. The police had arrived at the scene and the Maid of Might was content to let them finish up here. The young heroine after receiving numerous praise and thanks from the hostages took off into the air, only to secretly land again in the ally a short distance away.
Richard, still holding Linda Danvers’ clothes, looked up admiringly at the view provided by the raised, short, red, mini shirt as Supergirl descended. The thin strip of blue costume between her legs barely covered her vagina and revealed much of her ass. “All went well I gather?” inquired Richard as he watched his girlfriend strip off her fabulous costume. Richard heard nothing of her response and instead was lost in Supergirl’s phenomenal naked body. The girl was fit and firm, possessing a slim athletic figure with well-toned muscular definition.
Supergirl noticed Richard’s erection and grabbed his head with both her hands raising it from her tight naked body to her seductive blue eyes before giving him a long sensual kiss. “Not now, okay tiger,” whispered Supergirl, handing Richard her costume, taking her Linda clothes in its place.
How coach loved her, the amazing flexibility, astounding reflexes, perfect balance and co-ordination to match her phenomenal speed and graceful movements. The girl was perfect, the most naturally gifted athlete in the country with endless talent, while possessing the body of a model. Watching Linda take the team to victory, receiving yet another player of the game award made him forget all the missed practices and lame excuses. He could already taste another national championship and the raise that would go with it.
In order to get Coach to allow her to bring Richard along on this road trip Linda had agreed to meet the press and promote the team. She usually shied away from the media from fear that the attention could expose her being Supergirl, endangering her friends and loved ones.
By the time Linda got free of the press and entered the change room most of her teammates had already left. As she approached her locker she saw that her two best friends, Lucy & Mattie, where still here, but already showered and changed.
“Well, hey there Superstar…how did the interviews go?” asked Mattie.
“Yeah, you won’t be forgetting the rest of us now will you?” teased Lucy.
A blushing smile appeared on Linda’s face as she opened up her locker. “Of course I won’t forget you guys, we’re a team and I made sure they understood that, replied Linda as she pulled of her #11 jersey.
“Linda, the teams going out to celebrate, most of the girls are already at the club and Lucy and me were just waiting on you to see if you wanted to join.”
“ Thanks a lot girls but I really can’t. I promised Richard that I’d spend the night with him. We really need to be together, I think he’s been feeling neglected.”
“Don’t sweat it Linda, the girls will understand, we know how much Richard means to you,” consoled Lucy as she gave Linda a slight hug.
“You girls are the best; I’ll make it up to you two when we get back to New York,” promised Linda before proceeding to take off her shorts.
“Linda, honey, you really ought to consider being a model, girl!” said Mattie as she and Lucy gave her a look over from the back.
“Seriously Linda, you got the body. I bet you could give Supergirl a run for her money,” assured Lucy.
Linda was blushing again and was about to turn and face her friends when she looked down and saw that she could see the narrow strip of blonde pubic hairs through her sweaty, white panties. Quickly she grabbed her towel from her locker and pressed it against her lower midsection. The draping towel easily concealed her nether region and Linda turned to face her friends. “That’s really flattering Lucy, but I’m no where near Supergirl’s league and I don’t really think I want to be a model anyways.”
“We know you’re like Supergirl’s biggest fan Linda but honestly you and Emmanuelle Isaura are the two hottest girl’s on the planet, after Supergirl of course.”
“Who is Emmanuelle Isaura, Mattie?” asked Linda.
“You really do need to get out more Linda. She’s a Brazilian businesswoman who controls that countries technology sector. Just like us the girl is 21 years old, but worth over a billion dollars and does everything from modeling to extremist sports,” explained Mattie.
“Mattie, we really should be going, the rest of the girls are waiting on us,” said Lucy who gave Linda a quick hug. Mattie did the same and both Lucy and her started heading for the exit. “Linda I’ll tell Richard you’ll be a few more minutes.”
“Don’t worry about it Lucy, he’s not here. Coach doesn’t want him near our games anymore; he feels that Richard distracts me when I’m on the court. I think he really has it in for him.”
“Have fun Linda!” wished Mattie and Lucy as they headed out the door, leaving Linda alone in the change room.
Linda Danvers slipped off her sweat moist sports bra and panties before removing her brunet wig, allowing her natural blonde hair to fall down. Supergirl’s hair and body was sticky from her efforts on the court and she quickly proceeded to take a shower.
After a thorough cleansing the young heroine pulled her costume out of her duffle bag and placed all her other clothes inside. Supergirl knew how much her costume turned Richard on and she made the tiniest of adjustments to make sure it fit perfectly. The heroic blonde loved the soft, smooth feel of her costume against her body. She felt at her most natural and comfortable when she wore the thin costume that revealed her tight fit physique, beautifully showing off her feminine curves. With the duffle bag held in her right hand, Supergirl took off towards her hotel room where she was determined to give Richard a night to remember.
Supergirl landed on the balcony of her hotel room, she could hear Richard watching the TV as she stepped inside and dropped her bag onto the floor. Spreading her legs and placing her arms on her hips the heroine said, “Sorry I’m late honey.”
Richard barely noticed her return and without looking at her replied, “That’s okay sweetie.”
An annoyed Maid of Might approached Richard asking as she approached, “What you watching?”
“A story on Emmanuelle Isaura, the girl is incredible. You know Supergirl many feel that she is even more desirable than you,” answered Richard, his eyes still fixated on the screen.
The Girl of Steel pushed Richard, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, flat onto his back, straddling him immediately. “And what do you think; is she hotter than me?”
Richard could see the lust in his girl’s eyes. “Not a chance, no one compares to my girl,” responded Richard as he began rubbing his hands along Supergirl’s outer thighs and up her mini skirt over her hips.
“Now you’re saying the right things,” said Supergirl before placing her hands on either side of Richard’s head and leaning forward to give him a kiss. “Let’s put Miss Isaura back in her place shall we!” declared the heroic blonde as she grabbed the remote and twisted her upper body back towards the TV.
Supergirl caught her first glimpse of the Brazilian beauty and she had to admit that the girl rivaled her in looks. She spun off of Richard and back onto her feet to get a better look at this blonde bombshell. “She’s fabulous,” uttered the Maid of Might.
“Don’t worry baby, she’s got nothing on you,” an assuring Richard told his girlfriend as he kissed her neck from behind. Richard’s left arm crossed Supergirl’s body taking hold of her right breast, while his right pressed her skirt against her cunt as he playfully stoked it.
Richard’s loving attention made it hard for Supergirl to concentrate but there was a tattoo on the scantily, bikini clad, Brazilian’s inner left hip that the Girl of Steel wanted to see. The young heroine was breathing quicker and heavier, moans escaping from her mouth, as Richard increasingly played with the right breast and started penetrating her vagina. “Rao…Richard stop…stop!” demanded Supergirl as she finally got a look at the tattoo.
“What is it Supergirl!”
“Look at Emmanuelle’s tattoo, she’s a member of the Imperium.”
“My God you’re right, she has the I surrounded by your logo,” exclaimed Richard his fingers along with the thin strip of costume still inside Supergirl’s wet pussy.
Supergirl wanted to leave immediately, this could be her first break in her struggle versus the Imperium but her relation with Richard really needed to have a good night. She turned the TV off, dropped the remote and pressed her right hand against Richard’s penetrating fingers keeping them in place as she turned around to face him. “If Isaura was wearing my costume do you think she would look sexier than me?”
“Not a chance girl. No one could look better than you whether or not you wear the costume.”
“Convince me,” said Supergirl just before Richard and her locked lips and he lay her back down on the bed.
The Girl of Steel gave her man a night to remember, delivering him bliss. Leaving him exhausted and asleep from the ecstasy. Her costume was soaked from both of their sweat, while her pussy, thighs and thin strip of costume between her legs were drenched in love juices. Supergirl didn’t like getting her costume messed up like this but it turned Richard on and this night was all for him. She would soon be air born and the smell would hopefully dissipate with some fresh Atlantic air. A shower probably wouldn’t wake Richard up, she was sure of that considering the work out she gave him, but she wanted to get to Sao Paulo as soon as possible. The Maid of Might emptied out her duffle bag except for her brown haired wig and black skirt. She added a blue ¾ sleeved tee, dress shoes, fresh panties and a bra. Beside her well-pleasured boyfriend she left a note explaining where she had gone and promising to call. Supergirl knew it would be better for her and Richard if she waited till morning to leave but Emmanuelle Isaura and the Imperium was all she could think about. A quick glance at Richard reminded her of the wonderful night before she leaped into the air and off for Brazil.
Into downtown Sao Paulo’s tallest building entered Linda Danvers dressed in her ¾ sleeve, v-neck, light blue tee and black, mini skirt cut a few inches above the knees. She knew that Emmanuelle Isaura was a media darling but she never imagined her cover story of being a reporter for a New York fashion magazine would get her in so quickly.
Linda was escorted to the top floor and to Isaura’s office by a well-built man in his early thirties, dressed in a black suite.
Linda was brought to the office and asked to wait for Isaura, who the man told her would be with her in a few minutes. The office was spherical in shape, its walls decorated with mirrors and large murals of Isaura in skimpy outfits performing various arousing posses. Isaura’s office desk was made out of glass and only contained a computer on it.
“Well this must be the reporter from New York,” said Isaura as she burst into the office her hand stretched out for Linda to shake.
“Yes…my name is Linda Danvers, Miss. Isaura and it’s an honor to meet you.” Supergirl was immediately hit by the girl’s stunning beauty, which no doubt rivaled her own. The Brazilian wore a form fitting business suit and a tight, short skirt that was barely long enough to cover her nether region and ass. Her hair was blonde and flowed down to her waist and Supergirl could tell that Emmanuelle’s blue eyes were scanning her body just like she was doing to hers.
“Linda, are you a model…because if you’re not I can help you girl, you really got the look, not to mention the body? But I think you would look better as a blonde. You should really consider dying your hair.”
“Umm…no I’m not really interested in modeling, journalism is what I fell in love with,” responded Linda as both girl’s sat down.
“Well that’s too bad, you could be big, but you know I’m also in the need of a good assistant; the pay is great and you’ll find I’m an easy person to work for,” offered Isaura.
Supergirl could see the lust in the girl’s eyes; it was obvious that she was undressing her from behind the desk.
“Well that’s really kind but I…” Linda was suddenly distracted as Emmanuelle crossed her legs, she could swear that the girl wasn’t wearing any panties. Now that Linda thought about she didn’t think that Isaura was wearing anything underneath her jacket, no shirt, no bra. Before Linda could finish of her sentence Isaura got up and seductively made her way around the desk towards Linda. She stopped right in front of her, leaned forward and placed her hands on Linda’s knees, spreading them apart.
“You have an amazing body Linda…tell me how you keep it so hard and fit? Don’t be shy girl I can make all your dreams come true. I want you Linda Danvers, I want your toned, fit body and I want it now.”
Linda’s mouth dropped open, she couldn’t utter a word, she just starred into Isaura’s lusting eyes as the girl dropped to her knees between her own parted legs and started rubbing her hands up her inner thighs. “Stop this! Look I’m sorry but I’m not that kind of girl, you have the wrong impression,” exclaimed Linda finally overcoming her shock, placing her hands on top of the Brazilians to stop their advance.
Emmanuelle licked her lips intrigued by the fact that Linda had rebuffed her, the girl was resisting, which only made her more determined. “Do you not find me attractive Linda?”
“I…I don’t mean to offend you, I mean I’m flattered and all but I have a boyfriend. I’m just not the right kind of girl for you.”
Emmanuelle got up off her knees and leaned forward directly into Linda’s face causing their noses to rub as they starred into each other’s blue eyes. “I guess then we should commence with the interview, seeing how I’m not your kind of girl? So ask away Linda. What is it that you would like to know? That I’m beautiful, fit, firm, rich, love sex and sure that you’re great in bed?” inquired Isaura keeping her face directly in front of Linda’s.
For what seemed like minutes to Linda Danvers the two girls just stared into each other’s eyes. “Stop this Emmanuelle! I’ve already told you no and I’m not going to tell you again, so don’t make me…”
“Sorry to interrupt Miss Isaura but there is an urgent matter that needs your attention,” said the man who had escorted Linda to the office.
“Don’t you knock?!”
“I’m sorry Miss but this is truly urgent I wouldn’t have interrupted you otherwise,” replied the man doing his best to avert his eyes from the two face-to-face girls.
“Hang tight sweetie I’ll be right back,” whispered Emmanuelle into Linda’s ear as she left the room but not without letting her left hand get a squeeze of Linda’s left breast.
“Hey!” protested a startled Linda as she watched Emmanuelle exit the office with her employee. Supergirl just couldn’t believe what was happening. She had thought that showing up as Linda Danvers might give her a chance to size Emmanuelle up, to get a feeling as to whether she was really in the Imperium. All Supergirl had gathered so far was that she didn’t have to worry about Emmanuelle stealing her boyfriend. But she wasn’t going to let this girl abuse her like this, when she comes back thought Supergirl, I’ll put her in her place.
Emmanuelle was barely gone a minute before she burst back into the room, startling Linda, causing her to scurry out of her chair. “You fuckin’ cunt! You thought you could fool me hey slut; well think again!” My people did a back ground cheek and there is no Linda Danvers working for any New York fashion magazine, trust me I stay on top of these things.”
Linda wasn’t sure how to react, her mind raced for an explanation but Emmanuelle was storming ever closer. “There…there must be some mistake…”
“ I really hate to do this to a hottie like you but I can’t take any chances; sorry girl but time to die!” exclaimed Emmanuelle as she waved her left hand passed Linda. Isaura used her telekinetic abilities to send Linda flying head first through her mirrored walls, implanting her up to her shoulders in the concrete. She was shocked to see that Linda was still alive the force of the impacted should have split her head like a coconut.
Isaura telekinetically removed Linda from the wall and sent her driving into the opposite one, back first, with all the force she could summon. Another mirror shattered and Linda remained implanted in the wall for a good ten seconds before thumping down to the ground on her belly, accompanied by chunks of concrete.
Linda, to Emmanuelle’s surprise slowly struggled back onto her feet covered in dust from the shattered walls and without any apparent physical damage. “How is this possible? Every bone in your body should be shattered!” uttered the Brazilian as she stared in disbelief at Linda’s seeming invulnerability. Then it hit her as her eyes once again admired the girl’s extraordinary physique.
“You’re going to pay for that Emmanuelle, you have no idea who you’re messing with!” shouted Linda as she suddenly leaped forward and flew straight at Isaura. Linda was going to knock Isaura out with one quick punch but only four feet away the Girl of Steel was suddenly halted. Isaura had held out her right hand and used her telekinetic abilities to hold the Maid of Might in mid-air. Linda’s arms and legs were suddenly spread wide apart as she was only held inches from the ground. “Let me go Emmanuelle or I swear I’ll make you pay!” threatened Linda as she vainly struggled with all her might to break her foe’s mental restraint.
Isaura laughed off the threat, “Oh I don’t think so sexy. You’re incredibly strong; forcing me to concentrate to restrain you but even your super abilities won’t help you,” explained the Brazilian bombshell as she seductively approached Linda, playing with her breasts as she closed the minor distance. Emmanuelle then placed her right hand behind Linda’s head, tilting it down as she brought her lips towards Linda’s delivering a consuming kiss. Just as she finished her pleasuring taste the Brazilian took hold of Linda’s brown hair with her right and yanked of the heroine’s’ wig revealing her shoulder blade length blonde hair. “I told you, you would look better as a blonde.”
The smiling Isaura next took a couple steps back wiping the saliva from around her mouth; Supergirl was unable to do the same as it seeped down to her chin. “I think you would look better without these,” pronounced Emmanuelle telekinetically ripping of Supergirl’s skirt, tee, and shoes, with her panties and bra soon following. “So the great Supergirl! Tell me sexy what exactly were you hoping to gain by pulling off your little masquerade?” questioned the Brazilian as she admiringly eyed Supergirl’s phenomenal naked body.
“You’re disgusting! You won’t be able to hold me forever Emmanuelle and when I get free I’ll destroy you and the Imperium,” uttered the heroic girl as she struggled to break free.
“Yeah, okay whatever!” responded Isaura who once again approached Supergirl and felt up her cunt. As Isaura’s right hand played with the girl of Steel’s vagina her left felt up her right breast and her mouth sucked on her left nipple. “Oh…I’ve wanted you for so long baby! The girls and me knew we could take you but #1 wouldn’t allow it but now that you’ve found me we’re going to have some real fun. UMMMMMM… you taste so sweet girl!”
Supergirl looked away in disgust keeping her eyes closed as she was helplessly played with. The young heroine was relieved when Emmanuelle finally stopped and moved away towards her desk but not before giving an excited smile. The Maid of Might’s heart jumped as she realized that Isaura was heading for her purse. Supergirl frantically began to struggle her body futilely wiggling to get free. She next tried a psi blast but somehow it was blocked right in front of her own face, Emmanuelle had set up some kind of shield to prevent Supergirl’s own mental attack.
Supergirl felt shame and humiliation from being held naked but also from being overpowered by Emmanuelle, who was restraining her against her will. The Girl of Steel could do nothing as the Brazilian beauty removed her rolled up costume and boots from her purse.
Emmanuelle enjoyed the smooth feel of Supergirl’s costume commenting, “I can see why you wear this Supergirl it must feel great against your tits and pussy.” She then grabbed the costume by the thin strip that covered Supergirl’s nether regions and kissed the fabric where it would narrowly cover the heroine’s vagina, eyeing Supergirl as she did so. “Unfortunately girl you won’t be wearing it anymore,” said Isaura as she laid the costume on her desk.
The man who had escorted Linda Danvers to Isaura’s office then suddenly reappeared. Emmanuelle was going to give him an earful for not knocking but her rage subsided as she watched him gazing at the naked heroine, gaining an instant erection.
Supergirl humiliation increased as she watched the man look her over, drooling at her fit, firm body. Her perfectly shaped tear dropped breasts, which were the perfect size for her athletic figure, caused the man’s jaw to drop. She could do nothing as he eyed her deliciously perfect pussy and narrow strip of blonde pubic hair. “That’s, that’s Supergirl!” stammered the man as his fully opened eyes showed his lust for the young heroine.
“Yes, that’s the great heroine herself Filipe. But tell me who do you think is more desirable her or me?” asked Emmanuelle. Filipe was reluctant to cast his eyes away from the Maid of Might but he was rewarded by another stunning sight as his boss stood equally naked having removed her attire. The man was unsure how to answer and looked back and forwards between both girls trying to make up his mind. Both females were fit and tight possessing equally sized teardrop breasts for their perfect bodies. The girl’s had equally ravaging athletic figures with shapely, long legs, narrow hips and slender waists. Emmanuelle had longer blonde hair, which flowed to her waist unlike Supergirl’s that stopped at her shoulder blades but both had gorgeous vaginas with narrow strips of blonde hair.
“I can’t really say Miss Isaura, I mean your both fabulous but since she’s Supergirl I would have to say her.”
“What?! You little traitor, you’re lucky I don’t snap your neck right now you insubordinate worm,” roared Emmanuelle as she used her mental abilities to lift the man off the ground and strangle him. After a good ten seconds the Brazilian bombshell released her employee, who dropped down onto all fours panting for breath. “Get out of my sight and evacuate this floor but not before you call Anke to let her know I’m bringing her a little surprise.”
“Yes…huh…huh…Miss Isaura…huh…I’ll call #3…huh…right away and evacuate the floor.”
“Good, and make sure my plane is ready to leave,” added Isaura as the man scurried from the room. Emmanuelle then went through the rest of Supergirl’s purse taking hold of various items of interest before going behind her desk to make sure that the hidden cameras were still on. “Well Supergirl lets start of simple, how did you know I was in the Imperium?”
“I saw your tattoo on the TV,” replied a still struggling Supergirl to the approaching Brazilian.
“You know sexy, I hold your career in my hands. I can shatter you and everyone you love, exposing your most inner secrets to the world.”
“You just wait until I get free Emmanuelle then we’ll see who shatters who.”
“Oh really! I wonder what the press and your vast enemies would do if I exposed your secret identity? If I told the world that Supergirl is a student at NYU named Linda Danvers?” As Isaura asked theses questions she was going through Linda Danvers’ various forms of identifications that she had removed from the heroine’s purse. “Well Supergirl do you deny that you are Linda Danvers?”
“Go to hell Emmanuelle, I’m not telling you anything” defiantly said Supergirl, her hatred of Isaura burning through her eyes. The Girl of Steel suddenly felt her arms and legs being pulled away from her body.
“Wrong answer bitch!” screamed Isaura as she increased her pull on the Maid of Might’s limbs with her mental abilities, which possessed a force of strength far beyond Supergirl’s phenomenal might.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” painfully hollered Supergirl as her arms and legs were being yanked from their joints despite her best efforts to fight the pulling.
“I ask you again Supergirl, is your secret identity that of NYU student Linda Danvers?”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” The young heroine’s eyes were filling with tears as she began to cry from Isaura’s brutal assault, which was being intensified with each passing second. “RRRRRRRAAAAAAOOOOOOOO…I can’t…I can’t take any more please Emmanuelle stop…AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
“Answer the question Supergirl!”
The heroine’s body was convulsing, as her limbs were seconds from being disjointed. The tortured girl was screaming violently in pain, pleading for mercy in between screams of agony. Saliva was flying from Supergirl’s widely opened and hollering mouth covering her face. “Yes…Yes…AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH…stop this…AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH…please…the AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH…answer is yes!”
“Yes what Supergirl?”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…yes I’m Lind Danvers!”
Emmanuelle didn’t lessen up on her brutal yanking of the crying heroine’s limbs but she pulled no harder, taking a moment to relish the fact that she was breaking the great Girl of Steel. “There are various pictures of you with some guy in your purse Supergirl is he your boyfriend?”
Sweat was now pouring from Supergirl’s naked body, running down her face, armpits and forming under and between her breasts, as well as around her nether regions. The girl’s blonde hair was sticking to her face and neck as the sweat joined the tears and saliva on her cheeks. Supergirl was unable to control her crying and she continued to scream in agony from the torture.
“I asked you a question Supergirl! Is he your boyfriend?” demanded Isaura once again resuming her tearing off of the Maid of Might’s arms and legs.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Yes…yes…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…he is! Please stop this…AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH…no more Emmanuelle no more…AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH…I beg you!”
“What’s his name?”
“No…I won’t tell you!”
Isaura was tired of fooling around she gave Supergirl’s arms a violent mental tug dislocating them, causing circular rings of bruising do appear around her shoulders where the joints were no longer connected.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Devastating pain ravaged Supergirl’s body, bringing more excruciating screams and a fresh set of tears.
“Stop your pathetic screaming Supergirl and tell me his name!” demanded Emmanuelle as she dislocated Supergirl’s legs, leaving them helpless like the girl’s arms. A ring of bruising like on her arms also formed around Supergirl’s legs where they were no longer connected to her hips.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Richard…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…his name is Richard…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Supergirl was till kept inches off of the ground by Isaura but no longer were her limbs being pulled on. Instead they just painfully dangled towards the ground. The pain was overwhelming causing whimpers of pain and saliva to pour from the girl’s crying mouth. The once proud heroine’s head was hanging down and her closed eyes continued to produce countless tears. Sweat ran all over her naked body, as her magnificent chest heaved violently.
“Well that wasn’t that hard was it sexy? You really should open your eyes and see what you’ve become, the great Supergirl naked and helpless whimpering for mercy and crying in pain. Look at yourself, drool coming from your mouth, mucus seeping from your nose and sweat soaking your perfect body.”
“Please don’t hurt Richard!” begged the shattered heroine.
“Oh he’s as good as dead girl, so are all those Linda Danvers calls friends.”
“NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Please Emmanuelle I beg you don’t hurt him,” pathetically whimpered the Maid of Might.
“Wow what have you done to Supergirl?” asked Felipe who once again had entered the office without knocking.
This time Emmanuelle wasn’t upset by this, instead she took pride in her work and was only more than pleased to show off how she had humbled the sup possibly undefeatable Maid of Might. “All I’ve done my dear Felipe is put her in her place,” responded Isaura as she took hold of Supergirl’s chin, forcing the tamed heroine to look her in the eyes. “Now, why are you still here Felipe?”
“I did as you said Miss Isaura, the floor has been cleared and #3 is expecting you. Your private jet has also been readied and a helicopter is waiting on the roof to take you to it.”
“You didn’t tell Anke about Supergirl did you?” asked Isaura still holding the heroine’s chin and looking her in her pain filled, teary eyes.
“No Miss, all I told #3 was that you had a surprise for her.”
“Well done Felipe, now leave us and take the rest of the day off.”
As the man left the Brazilian lowered Supergirl’s face by the chin, so that she could give the hurt girl a long commanding kiss. “Now back to business.”
Supergirl’s head snapped back and she let out a horrendous scream as her limbs were suddenly snapped back in to place one at a time. The pain caused her to renew her tears and pleas for mercy between her wailing. Her limbs at the newly reconnected joints throbbed with pain, which was only increased by Isaura placing her back into a spread eagle position.
The Girl of Steel’s crying screams suddenly ceased as she was gripped with terror as she felt her breasts begin to be pulled forward by Emmanuelle’s telekinetic might. “Oh Rao no, please don’t Emmanuelle…please don’t do this!”
“Whose your master girl?”
“You are...you are!”
“And whose bitch are you?”
Supergirl couldn’t believe what she was saying, “I’m your bitch.” There was no doubt that Isaura had broken her, as hard as it was for her to except she knew it to be true. As powerful as she was and as incredible as it seemed she could not overcome Emmanuelle’s mental hold. The Maid of Might desperately needed to break free and finally through all the pain she came up with an idea. “I’m your bitch Emmanuelle, yours and your alone. I can’t fight it anymore I want you…need you to take me.”
“What did you say?” asked Emmanuelle, who was so stunned by the invitation that she released her hold on Supergirl’s breasts.
“I’ve wanted you since I first saw you. Your body makes me hot, it’s so perfect, so hard, it makes me tingle all over with desire.”
“I thought you said you weren’t that kind of girl?” responded the Brazilian who lowered Supergirl’s feet to the ground so she could stand eye level with Supergirl and have their breast touching and lips only inches apart.
“I just wasn’t ready, I’ve never felt this way about another girl before. I guess I wasn’t sure how to react and played hard to get. But I want you Emmanuelle, no one has ever showed me up before and the way you’ve subdued and dominated me has convinced me more than ever that you’re the girl for me.”
Emmanuelle was completely enticed by Supergirl’s come on, placing her hands on the heroines hips bring their bodies close and rubbing against each others. This time when Isaura kissed Supergirl the action was reciprocated by the Girl of Steel who did her best to deliver the most pleasuring experience possible. “I knew you wanted me, how could you not; girl’s like us belong together.”
The Maid of Might responded with another pleasuring kiss. “I would do anything for you Emmanuelle; I would give up my costume, my life as Supergirl just to have you.” Supergirl could tell that her strategy was working; Isaura’s restraining hold on her was fading but not enough yet to chance an attack.
Isaura completely repulsed Supergirl but even when the Brazilian’s right hand took hold of her pussy and her left gripped her right tit Supergirl continued to pretend to be excited. “OOHHHHH!” gasped Supergirl, as Emmanuelle suddenly parted her vaginal lips no longer content with just stoking her cunt. At this point the young heroine could pretend no longer she wasn’t going to let herself be violated by this girl, the game was finished and Supergirl let loose a psi blast.
Emmanuelle had completely lost her focus in the delight of Supergirl’s body; her mental shield that had previously blocked Supergirl’s earlier psi attack had fallen. At point blank range the heroine’s attack struck Isaura in the face sending her flying backwards, crashing through her desk destroying the computer on it, before striking the back wall.
Supergirl immediately after landing her attack was released, dropping down onto her hands and knees, letting out a scream of pain from the jolt the landing gave her wounded joints. The naked, sweat drenched heroine was breathing heavily as she struggled to keep focus and fight of the pain her limbs were causing her. She hurried to get onto her knees but once she saw that Emmanuelle was out cold she collapsed her ass onto her feet and took a deep breath of relief. As powerful as the Brazilian’s mental powers were, she was physically as tough as a regular human girl. The psi blast knocked her out on impact and left her slumped against the back wall chin on her collarbones and hair covering her face.
Supergirl slowly got onto her feet and made her way over to the unconscious Brazilian beauty, brushing her sweaty hair from her face and wiping the tears, mucus and saliva from it as well. It was painful for the Girl of Steel to walk and she let out small gasps of pain with each step, until finally she made it to Emmanuelle’s position.
The Brazilian girl was out like a light and Supergirl didn’t think that she would regain consciousness for several hours. Getting information about the Imperium from Emmanuelle was out of the question at least for some time. The Brazilian’s computer wouldn’t be of much use either since it had been smashed. The little sleaze Felipe was long gone by now leaving Supergirl without any leads to go on. Her only option seemed to be to get on the plane waiting for Isaura and go take on #3, this woman called Anke. The Girl of Steel fetched her costume from on top of the destroyed desk, to her relief it remained in pristine condition, and she went about slipping it on. The heroic blonde felt great to be back in her costume, Emmanuelle was right about the fabric feeling great against her pussy and tits.
Supergirl wasn’t sure what to do about Emmanuelle, the girl knew secrets about her that were too dangerous to ignore but she couldn’t take her to the authorities without some kind of evidence. Hopefully thought Supergirl she could shut down the Imperium once and for all before Emmanuelle woke by getting on the waiting plane. If #3 didn’t produce such a result Supergirl figured she could come back and get the necessary information from Isaura, who she felt confident she could beat again if she had to.
To conceal her identity the Maid of Might grabbed one of Emmanuelle’s designer coats, which only revealed her costume in the form of her red boots. The heroic blonde made sure to pick up her purse and Linda’s pieces of identification before leaving the office and getting on the elevator for the roof. A helicopter was waiting just as Felipe had promised. Supergirl hid her face with her hair as much as possible as she quickly got in the back, only to happy to leave a building full of unpleasant memories.
The trip to the private airfield and waiting plane was a short one. The compound was heavily guarded but no one troubled Supergirl who resembled Emmanuelle enough from a distance not to be bothered. The waiting plane was actually a black jet that was definitely built for stealth and easily capable of super sonic flight. It resembled a Black Bird and caused the young heroine to question whether the U.S. military and the Imperium had some kind of connection. Regardless Supergirl got on easily enough and was relieved to find the luxurious interior all to herself. Less than a minute after she was on board the jet was airborne. A pilot on the speaker said, “It’s a pleasure to have you on board Miss Isaura, will be in Berlin in less than two hours.”
Damn this jet is fast thought the Girl of Steel, but not as fast as me. She then took of the coat and laid it on a nearby chair along with her purse before sitting down on the tip of the king sized bed inside the jet. Then it suddenly hit Supergirl what Emmanuelle had done to her. It wasn’t just the fact that she had been stripped and molested or that she had been overpowered by the Brazilian that caused her to break down and cry. It was that Emmanuelle had broken her spirit, the one true thing that made Supergirl the world’s greatest hero. The young blonde’s hands covered her weeping face as she relived the memory of telling Isaura her greatest secrets. What Isaura had done to her was worse than any possible beating it was a more personal conquest of her spirit, which up till now had never been broken despite all the colossal battles she had fought.
The pilot wasn’t joking when he said they would arrive in Berlin from Sao Paulo in less than two hours. After only an hour and fifty-five minutes in the air Supergirl found herself on German soil. The majority of the flight the Maid of Might had spent crying from the shame and humiliation she felt. By the time the jet landed Supergirl had barely gotten herself together again, but she was now infused with an intense desire to prove herself against #3 and erase her disgrace. Before disembarking the Girl of Steel put Emmanuelle’s coat back on and gathered up her purse.