Supergirl knew she was heading into some type of trap and was beginning to doubt whether confronting #1 was really the best thing for her to do right now. In only a few hours she had fought three powerful beings, taking a pounding each time, while receiving little to no time to recuperate. She was fatigued and aching all over, definitely not in the best shape for another heavy-duty confrontation. Never had Supergirl pushed herself this hard, she wondered just how much more she could take. She was also struggling to come to terms with the horrifying reality of what had almost happened to her in Tokyo. She tried to convince herself otherwise but the truth was that Emi had violated and ravaged her, coming within seconds of impregnating her. Before this Anke had driven her to her very physical limits, nearly taking her life. Then there was Emmanuelle who had broken her spirit, causing her to reveal her secret identity and endanger the lives of all who she loved.
In only a few minutes Supergirl had traveled from Tokyo to New York. She had no more time to wrestle with her demons, a decision had to be made. She longed to see Richard to be in his loving embrace, sharing their peaceful bed. But deep down she knew that despite her fatigue, aching body and personal desires there was never really any option. She simply couldn’t risk #1 not being at the Imperial Plaza at some later point. The Imperium was too powerful for her to pass up an opportunity to shut it down once and for all. Emmanuelle was also still alive and a lurking danger that would be significantly reduced if the Imperium was destroyed.
Once at the Imperial Plaza’s main Skyscraper, Supergirl made a couple of surveying flights around the triangularly shaped top of the building. Her presence had somehow been detected and from one of the sides of the building a portion of the wall lowered down creating a landing pad. The heroine cautiously descended, making her way into the darkened tower.
The Maid of Might could see nothing through the darkness that lay before her but instinctively she kept moving forward. As she did so the portion of the wall that had been lowered to allow her entry into the building closed up behind her, taking away what little light she had. The pitch black lasted only a few seconds as slowly the room was lighten up.
The Girl of Steel found herself to be in yet another circular room whose walls seemed to be made out of the same resilient metal as Anke’s office. She made her way to the center of the room as her head moved form side to side, taking in the enormity of her surroundings. The upper walls of the domed office contained a large seemingly holographic map of the world. Facing this projection and what Supergirl was approaching was a large, imposing metallic desk. Behind this desk was a very large symbol of the Imperium.
“Well the mighty Supergirl… we finally meet at last!” said a voice from behind. Supergirl immediately swiveled around to confront it.
“I take it that you’re the mysterious #1?” asked the Maid of Might of the gold skinned Woman she encountered.
“That would be me girl but you can call me Master,” said #1 who began making her way towards Supergirl.
“I don’t think so,” a contemptuous Supergirl responded as she folded her arms. As the woman neared her, Supergirl noticed something peculiar about the woman’s eyes. The eyelids where vertically stitched closed by red stitches. Supergirl didn’t understand how the woman could see but regardless the 6’0 villain stopped a few feet away from her. “The game is finished #1, I’ve defeated your cronies and now I’m going to bring you down as well.”
“Oh, really?” responded the gold skinned woman who mimicked Supergirl by folding her arms. This action by #1 caused Supergirl to realize how much larger her foe’s breast were than her own. #1’s tits struggled to be contained by the gray sports bra that housed them. The woman’s nether regions were also narrowly concealed by a gray thong. “I see that Emi had a lot of fun with you Supergirl,” observed #1 of the green stained Supergirl as she walked passed her, making sure to collide shoulders as she did so.
Supergirl turned her body to keep her opponent directly in front of her as she entered into her stance of arms on hips and legs well parted. She was impressed by how a woman of around forty like #1 could have a body just as athletically fit and toned as her own.
#1 stopped walking once she reached her desk but kept her back turned to Supergirl. Very casually the woman began placing her long black hair into a bun as she cocked her right hip to the side. “You’ve been a very troublesome girl Supergirl. The damage you’ve done to the Imperium will take sometime to repair.”
“Oh, I’m not through yet, I plan to have this organization in ruins by the end of the day.”
“You know I actually thought about including you in our little group Supergirl,” said #1 as she turned and began approaching the girl. “You easily would’ve been my number two. But I knew that regardless of how enticing I made the offer the mighty Supergirl was too much of a girl scout to join our troop.” #1 stopped her approach, leaving her breasts only an inch away from Supergirl’s. “But you see Supergirl even though I decided to keep you unaware of the Imperium it doesn’t mean that you haven’t been working for us.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Every time you’ve fought to protect the Earth little girl from some conquering foe you’ve been helping to maintain the current order of things; an order that the Imperium controls. There is hardly a government on this planet that we don’t manipulate; our fingers are in every pie, pulling all the strings from behind the scenes. From this office I control this planet, my dictates removing governments from power or installing them at will.
Supergirl wasn’t sure what to think, was it really possible that this woman had this level of power? Could the Imerperium really be running the world while being unbeknownst to her? Well it didn’t really matter she thought today it would all end.
“You’ve been a sucker Supergirl don’t you see the genius of the Imperium. The most powerful syndicate in the universe is protected by the great Supergirl herself. You’ve been protecting an organization that is against everything you stand for, made up of some of the vilest beings in the cosmos. So whether you call me it or not, I am your master.” A slight smile appeared on #1’s face as she finished her speech. “So why don’t you just call me by my proper name,” said #1 placing her breasts in direct contact with Supergirl’s. To the heroine’s dismay it was her breasts that gave way to #1’s larger, seemingly firmer breasts.
“Enough!” shouted Supergirl who had heard all she could take of #1’s ranting, shutting her up with a punch to the face, which sent her reeling back a few feet. The Girl of Steel kept lashing out at her opponent’s face with punch after punch slowly driving her back across the room. Into each blow Supergirl poured all the strength she could muster, using all of the shame and humiliation that the Imperium had caused her to fuel her rage.
Each powerful strike from the blonde’s fists violently snapped her opponent’s head to the side. Finally on the eleventh strike the gold skinned woman’s back impacted the metallic barrier behind her.
Supergirl was amazed at how well #1 was taking her punches; despite having sent the mightiest blows she possessed against her the woman was still firmly on her feet. After every punch Supergirl had managed to expel a slight shout of pain from her foe but that wasn’t enough for her. The young blonde felt disheartened from her failure to draw any blood or form any bruising after having launched such a powerful onslaught. If my punches aren’t doing the job thought the Maid of Might then maybe my kicks will.
The left side of #1’s face was bashed against the solid wall behind her after falling prey to a spinning kick from Supergirl’s right foot. The attack caused the gold skinned woman to slightly lose balance after impacting the metal wall but she quickly recovered, to once again erectly face the great heroine.
Supergirl was increasingly growing frustrated and angered by her inability to bring her opponent down. She launched another spinning roundhouse kick with her right leg driving #1’s face once again into the steel walls after pounding it with her right foot. Supergirl couldn’t believe that her opponent was still on her feet but this time #1 looked a little shaky. The maid of Might quickly took advantage, sending yet another roundhouse kick but this time with her left.
A great sense of relief filled the heroic blonde as she looked down upon #1 who was down on her ass. The Maid of Might had a smug look on her face as she placed her hands on her hips and spread her legs. The frustration and anger that had been building up inside of her quickly dissipated. The effort to knock her foe down had left her panting for breath, which caused her tits to jiggle, but for the short time that #1 was on the floor Supergirl never felt better.
“Congratulations Supergirl, only a handful of beings in the universe have ever knocked me down,” said #1 as she effortlessly got back on her feet. “But there’s a reason why I’m #1, girl!” stated the villain as she connected with a left hook to Supergirl’s face. The blow snapped the girl’s head to side, spraying blood from her mouth as she was lifted off of her feet and sent flying back to the opposite wall.
The Girl of Steel’s back slammed into the metallic walls, causing her limbs to snap out to her sides as she bounced of the metal barrier and landed sprawled out on her belly. “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” moaned Supergirl as she slowly raised herself onto her hands and knees. Blood was flowing out of the right corner of her mouth and dripping down onto the floor. It took her a few seconds to regain her bearings but once she did the young blonde saw #1 only a few feet away preparing to take hold of her by the hair.
Supergirl quickly raised her head up and unleashed a psi blast, striking her opponent in the face, blasting her back across the room and against the walls. In a graceful fluid movement the Maid of Might immediately sprang to her feet and leaped into the air, preparing to fly her extended fists into #1’s body.
Supergirl couldn’t explain how but it was painfully obvious that #1 was stronger than her. All she really knew was that all of the upper hierarchy of the Imperium seemed to be made of alien species, who all possessed tremendous powers. #1 undoubtedly was the mightiest of these galactic criminals and Supergirl knew she could not possibly dare hold back.
The gold skinned villain was barely affected by Supergirl’s psi blast or by the impact with the solid walls. The woman landed firmly on her feet, casually watching the fast approaching heroine.
The flying Supergirl with arms stretched out over her head in fists was only five feet away from #1 preparing to drive her fists into the woman’s tight abs when the villain made her move. In the blink of an eye #1 outstretched her own arms toward Supergirl and from her fists she unleashed her own projectile attack upon the unsuspecting girl.
Ferociously powerful blasts of purple energy shot out from #1 fists, initially striking the Girl of Steel in the face but once the blonde was straightened out the woman focused the beam on the girl’s stomach. The unceasing beam of energy from #1’s fists drove Supergirl back against the opposite side of the room. The energy assault kept impacting the young blonde in her toned, fit abs pining her back against the metallic walls.
#1 slowly closed the distance between Supergirl and herself all the while continuing to unleash the ravaging purple energy from her fists. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” hollered the Maid of Might as the pain in her midsection increasingly worsened as #1 drew nearer. When the distance from her fists to Supergirl’s abs was only a foot #1 stopped her advance.
Supergirl’s arms and legs flailed about helplessly and her head leaned back, as she screamed away in pain. For a good minute the Maid of Might’s midsection had been subjected to this brutal assault and at least half of this time the attack had been delivered from point blank range.
When finally #1 ceased her attack Supergirl rapped her arms over her aching stomach and leaned forward. The girl’s washboard abdomen had turned a painful red under her costume. She had wanted to fall to her knees but was prevented from doing so by #1’s tacking hold of her hair.
“Stand up straight bitch!” commanded #1 as she yanked Supergirl by her hair, slamming the back of the blonde’s head against the metal wall as she held her against it. #1 next delivered two consecutive lefts straight to the right side of Supergirl’s face.
The blows dazed Supergirl, causing her arms to fall to her sides and legs to go loose. The punches had also increased the blood loss from the right corner of her mouth as well as bruising the area around it. From her mouth the stream of blood ran to her chin from where it dripped down onto her S logo joining the blood from Emi’s head, in staining her costume.
A broad smile took form on #1’s face, which brought a terrifying rush of fear into Supergirl. The blonde’s frightened eyes focused on the woman’s left fist, which was pointing up to the ceiling. The villain had been displaying her fist before the girl’s face for a few seconds when suddenly it began to have swirls of purple energy flowing around it. “Now it comes to an end Supergirl,” said #1 as the floating energy around her fist suddenly formed into a blade of energy emanating from her fist. “I never wanted it to come to this Supergirl; I would have much preferred to have left things the way they were but you brought this on by challenging the Imperium.”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” screamed Supergirl as #1 impaled her in her lower abs with the energy blade.
The energy knife did no damage to Supergirl’s costume but it bruised her abs upon impact. Supergirl frantically screamed as she clenched the woman’s left hand with both of hers, desperately trying to pull the energy blade from her lower abdomen. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…RRRRRAAAAOOOOO!” hollered the Maid of Might as the bruising in her lower gut intensified into a dark blackish purple color.
Sweat was now pouring from the girl’s body, staining her costume in all the usual places. Despite her best efforts the desperate heroine was unable to withdraw the gold skinned woman’s left hand by so much as an inch.
“Maybe if you weren’t so arrogant Supergirl things might be turning out differently right now. You’re too cocky for your own good girl, instead of resting and recovering from your ordeal with the others you had the gal to think you could beat me when you’re less than 100%. Well big mistake Supergirl for you’re about to meet your precious Rao who you keep screaming to help you.”
As impossible as it seemed Supergirl was being outclassed by #1. The Maid of Might had come across hundreds of opponents, some even or slightly more powerful than herself, but never had she meet someone who was so vastly out of her league. Her situation seemed almost unreal but even two of her hands could not overpower one of #1’s. The young heroine’s desperation increased as her foe slowly began to move the energy blade upwards. But still with even the rush of strength that desperation provided Supergirl was unable to do anything about the knife that was viciously bruising her abdomen as it moved up her body.
Internally the Girl of Steel’s organs were taking some massive damage from the penetration of the concentrated energy. She was beginning to cough up blood from the internal bleeding she was suffering.
Supergirl was shouting louder than ever as the energy blade kept advancing up her body but her yelling was mainly in the form of crying. Tears streamed from her watery eyes down her cheeks joining her sweat.
#1’s right hand kept Supergirl on her feet and against the wall thanks to the hold it had on the young heroine’s hair, which was becoming wet and sticky from her sweating. The villain’s energy knife had created a horrid streak of bruising from the Maid of Might’s lower abdomen passed her navel and upper abs and up to her chest. Currently it was damaging the inner part of the girl’s left breast on route to her heart.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…SSSTT…SSSTTOOPP…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! PLE…AAAAAAHHHH…PLEASE…STOP!” begged the crying Girl of Steel as blood was coughed up from her mouth. Supergirl’s body was ravaged with pain, which she knew would only get worse if that blade went a few inches higher to her heart. She tried unleashing a psi blast but the tremendous pain consuming her body denied her the necessary focus.
“It’s a pity that you challenged me in less than perfect conditions Supergirl but so it goes and now it ends!” stated #1 as she lifted her hand up the few remaining inches to Supergirl’s heart, easily overpowering the blonde’s two-handed resistance.
The blood filling and pouring out of Supergirl’s mouth was now joined by foam, as her heart suddenly stopped and body began to violently jerk about. The young heroine’s wide-open blue eyes stared down at her opponent’s left fist, which was pressed against her body, sending the purple blade of energy through her heart. The Girl of Steel’s legs kicked out to the sides as her body flipped about. Her arms continued to attempt to dislodge her assailant’s energy blade but more so out of a desperate need to clutch her heart than anything else.
#1 was greatly enjoying herself, relishing every second of her conquest of Supergirl. She figured Supergirl could only take the energy knife for another fifteen seconds without the damage to the girl’s heart being too extensive for a recovery. Then suddenly #1 heard a beeping sound; it was an urgent message on a top priority Imperium channel. Surely no message was so desperate that it couldn’t wait fifteen seconds for her to finish of the Girl of Steel but she welcomed it, seeing it as an excuse to spare Supergirl, so that she could prolong her torment.
With the withdrawal of the energy blade from her heart and the release of her hair Supergirl first fell to her knees before collapsing flat on her belly. She desperately clenched at her heart with both hands as her body violently shook about on the ground. The sweaty, crying girl struggled for air, while she continued to cough up blood and foam from her wide-open mouth.
#1 walked calmly over to her desk where she casually pressed the button that turned her large digital map of the world on her wall into a video screen. To the woman’s surprise Emmanuelle Isaura appeared on the screen.
“Greetings #1, as always I pledge my undying loyalty and servitude,” said Isaura slightly bowing down as she spoke. “I’m afraid we have a situation that demands your immediate attention.”
“Yes go on.”
“It’s Supergirl my Master she has discovered our existence and become aware of the upper hierarchy of our organization. I attempted to deal with her… but she…she escaped … I take full responsibility for my failure and will submit to any punishment you deem fit.”
“As you should Isaura, failure is not tolerated in the Imperium but I shall deal with you later.”
“There is one more thing my Master, I have been unable to make contact with Berlin or Tokyo. Quite frankly I fear the worse, Supergirl may very well even by on her way to confront you as we speak.”
“Supergirl is no longer a concern Emmanuelle, I’m already having a heart to heart with her and a resolution is close at hand. You should instead worry about how to atone for your failure.”
“Yes my Master, but maybe I can start with this, it’s a recording of my encounter with Supergirl. I think you’ll find it to be most educational. Perhaps I may even be so bold as to suggest you play it for the Girl of Steel?”
“Do not waste my time Emmanuelle, you have much to answer for already.”
“You will forgive as soon as you watch the recording my Master,” replied the Brazilian beauty as her image faded from the screen.
The entire time that #1 was talking with Emmanuelle Supergirl was on her belly, her face and hair lying in a puddle of her own blood and foam as she frantically clutched her heart. The sweat-drenched heroine had been oblivious to #1’s conversation with Emmanuelle being too occupied recovering from her near death experience.
As Supergirl was gasping for air, creating bubbles in her own blood she started to hear screaming in her ears. This screaming started bring her around, taking her out of the shock the brutal assault on her heart had caused. Slowly the trembling Maid of Might managed to lift her shaking body off of the ground and onto her left hand and knees, her right hand still clutching at her heart.
The Screaming Supergirl kept hearing started becoming increasingly familiar as she regained her senses. Then suddenly she recognized the voice, quickly her head sprang up and through strands of her sweaty, green and blood stained hair she saw herself naked and being tortured by Emmanuelle Isaura. The horror struck Girl of Steel saw her identity being revealed and even worse saw herself confessing to being Linda Danvers. The recording only got worse as she gave up the name of her boyfriend and was seen pitifully crying and pleading for mercy. She witnessed herself being fondled and humiliated and near the end of the clip Supergirl saw herself reciprocating Emmanuelle’s advances.
“NNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” screamed out a humiliated and crying Supergirl as she uncertainly raised herself onto her feet. The young blonde then staggered her way to the back of the room, heading for the part of the wall that had lowered itself to allow her entry into the office.
“So the great Supergirl’s secret identity is that of Linda Danvers a student at NYU and her boyfriend is named Richard. Oh is this ever rich, you’re really mine now sweetie! How much do you think I can get for this tape Supergirl…or should I say Linda? You’re fucked girl, what do you think your enemies will do with this knowledge? What do you think will happen to all of your friends?” teased #1 as she slowly approached the Girl of Steel who was desperately trying to escape by forcing open the exit.
This can’t be happening thought Supergirl. This just can’t be happening I have to get out of here…I just have to. Desperately and with all of the strength she had left Supergirl was trying to open the wall as she pushed on it with both hands. “Please Rao help me! Come on girl push, push you can do it!” shouted Supergirl as her crying and sweating intensified. She could hear #1 getting closer the woman’s taunts were cutting deeply into her.
With each step that the gold skinned woman neared Supergirl frantically increased her efforts to escape. It was hard to accept but as Supergirl was pushing on the wall she realized she couldn’t beat this woman, if she didn’t escape she would die. There was little time left, her domineering foe was only a few seconds away it was now or never. Supergirl reached deep, thought about Richard, Mattie, Lucy, her parents and all those she loved to help give her strength to deliver one final push.
“Looks like you’re just not super enough girl!” said #1 as she placed her left hand between Supergirl’s shoulder blades and pressed her against the wall.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” hollered the Maid of Might as her breasts were flattened against the alien metal and pressed into her body.
The gold skinned villain loved seeing Supergirl try and alleviate the pain on her breasts by pushing on the wall. Supergirl was the greatest threat to her power, the closest thing she had to a rival and with one hand she could overpower her.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” bellowed Supergirl as she was struck in the back at her right kidney by two malicious blows from #1’s right hand. Immediately the area bruised up and caused the heroic blonde to cough up some blood staining the steel in front of her face.
Supergirl could do little if her foe decided to continue attacking her from behind. The only action she could take was to continue trying to free herself by pushing on the wall, which she did but it was to no avail. She continued to cough up blood, cry and scream as she waited for the woman to make her next assault but Supergirl was unprepared for what followed.
Instead of another punch to the kidneys #1 began feeling up the Maid of Might’s ass. Originally the woman felt up the young blonde’s firm and shapely ass through her cape and skirt but after minute she slipped her hand underneath both, making a more direct assault.
“Please stop this! I’m no threat to you, we both know you’re stronger than me…please just let me go!”
#1 couldn’t care less what Supergirl was saying she just took delight in that fact that it was said in a sobbing pleading tone. The villain was much more interested in feeling up the girl’s ass and soon devoted both hands to the task.
Supergirl was horrified by the attention being given to her butt but was relieved to have the pressure on her breasts ceased. Immediately the battered girl rushed her hands to her now red and sore tits the second the woman’s hand left her back. For a minute Supergirl stood with the wall directly in front, reflecting the image of her cupping her aching tits as her ass was felt up by her opponent. She was too scared to try and attack or even resume her attempts at escape in fear of angering her foe. Instead the Girl of Steel elected to continue leaking tears from her eyes and releasing sobs from her mouth.
#1 was tiring of playing with the blonde’s tight ass cheeks, becoming more interested in the blue piece of costume that narrowly concealed the girl’s more intimate parts under her skirt. Starting at the heroine’s lowers ass the villain slipped her fingers underneath the Girl of Steel’s narrow strip of costume. Following the outline of the young blonde’s costume under her skirt, #1’s fingers found themselves to be on Supergirl’s hips at the sides. “This is going to hurt,” whispered #1 into Supergirl’s ears from behind as she took a firm grip of the girl’s costume and violently yanked upwards.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” bellowed Supergirl as the strip of blue costume between her legs was hurtfully pressuring her cunt and wedging up her ass, lifting her onto her toes. The pain only increased as her opponent relentlessly kept yanking her costume higher and higher. “RAO stop this…AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH…please #1 …AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!” Supergirl’s pleading accomplished nothing, just like her hands, which were desperately trying to end the assault on her pussy and ass by taking hold of her foe’s wrists.
The villain’s pulling on the heroine’s costume succeeded in lifting the girl several inches off of her feet. Supergirl’s feet only made contact with the ground again after a solid minute and this was only due to #1’s desire to readjust her grip. The woman now held the entire portion of Supergirl’s costume that covered her ass in her right hand and the entire portion that covered her pussy in her left. “I call this the dental floss Supergirl!” stated the gold skinned woman as she began tugging the girl’s thin strip of costume back and forwards.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Supergirl who had done little else but cry and scream during her encounter with #1 thus far, did more of the same but this time her tone was more grief stricken than ever. The sawing of her costume between her legs forced her nether lips open, finding its way inside. The friction of the violent back and forwards tugging of her costume against her parted cunt and ass turned these regions red in pain.
“Feel the pain Supergirl! Feel it bitch…feel it!”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! My pussy…my pussy…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…OOOOOHHHHH RRRRRAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOO!” The friction from the violent rubbing of her costume between her parted vaginal lips was producing a small flow of blood from her tender area. “RAO please help me…AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…RAO!”
Just as Supergirl finished her latest scream for help a merciful act occurred as the thin strip of costume between her legs finally snapped, ending the brutal assault on her cunt and ass. Immediately Supergirl rushed both of her hands to her now exposed and injured vagina, which dripped some blood to the floor from between her fingers.
#1 was disappointed that Supergirl’s costume had ripped, having desired to continue the onslaught for a while longer. But she was more than pleased from the outcome of her attack, desiring to get a better look at its effects. She firmly placed her right hand on the Girl of Steel’s left shoulder and in one quick fluid motion spun the heroic blonde 180 degrees so that they would be face to face.
The Maid of Might’s back quickly fell back against the metal wall for support after she was spun around. Her legs were well parted with knees bent as her hands clutched at her battered vagina. “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…my pussy…my pussy,” whimpered Supergirl as she lifted her eyes to look up at #1.
The heroine’s face was filled with anguish and she let out gasps of pain from her open mouth. Clumps of her sweaty, blood and green stained hair stuck to her face, which was also drenched in sweat and covered with some smudges of blood. Tears ran down her cheeks and blood spilled out from both corners of her mouth, running down her chin and neck, thanks to her internal injuries. But despite all this #1 was not satisfied with the young blonde’s condition. Yes Supergirl had been thoroughly beaten and humiliated but it was not enough, she could sense that the girl was not truly broken, that somewhere inside she still resisted.
The gold skinned woman slipped her arms under Supergirl’s pussy caressing arms, lifting her up into the air by placing her into a bear hug. The Maid of Might’s sore tits once again gave way to #1’s larger, firmer one’s as they made contact. The two females also made substantial contact at their equally toned and firm abs but Supergirl once again felt pain. Her stomach area was hurtfully sore and red under her costume thanks to #1’s projectile attack. Furthermore the Girl of Steel had a pool of bruising in her lower abs, which streaked up past her navel, upper abs, chest and through the inner portion of her left breast, reaching an end at her heart.
#1 immediately noticed how moist Supergirl’s costume was due to the girl’s heavy sweating. But just as quickly as she noticed how wet Supergirl was she took notice of the girl’s odor. It wasn’t just the smell of her highly perpetrating body that she picked up but the stench of Emi’s sexual secretions, which the Maid of Might’s moist costume unleashed.
Supergirl didn’t even try to resist her opponent. All she wanted was to console her aching vagina but in her current position was unable to do so. Instead the Girl of Steel just lay in her opponents hold, her arms gently swaying at her sides. Into #1’s stitched closed eyes Supergirl stared. No longer was her gaze filled with innocent joy, but reflected the pain, humiliation and confusion she felt.
The Maid of Might didn’t have to wait long for #1 to make her move. In an instant the rag like Supergirl was once again injected with pain as her opponent tightened her grip. The Girl of Steel’s lower ribs were bending under the strain not too far from fracturing. Supergirl’s head was shaking from side to side, her wet hair striking her assailant in the face, as she struggled for air. Her legs kicked out to the sides and her arms attempted to pry loose the woman’s vice like grip.
“Bet you never thought this would happen hey Supergirl? But guess what girl it’s time to BREAK!”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Supergirl’s lower ribs instantly shattered once #1 applied the necessary pressure.
#1 could have done so much more to the ravaged heroine, but instead chose to hold back. She may have broken Supergirl’s lower ribs but she didn’t apply enough force to impale them into the girl’s lungs. Instead the powerful woman released the young blonde from her crushing grip but kept hold of her by taking grasp of the girl’s costume around the S logo.
Supergirl wailed in agony from the pain that emanated from her broken ribs, which she protected by rapping her arms around. Her head was leaning down, surrounded by her hair as tears streamed down her face. If not for #1’s hold on her costume Supergirl would have surely collapsed to the ground. “Please no more, I can’t take any more! You’ve beaten me I’m not good enough to beat you, please just let me go…I beg you!”
“Whose your master Supergirl?”
Slowly the Girl of Steel lifted her teary, pain filled face up, “You are… you’re my master.”
A broad smile appeared across #1’s face as she heard these words. She never doubted the outcome but now that she had bested Supergirl she felt a level of unmatched superiority, it was almost as if her dominance had been made official. The woman then readjusted her hold on Supergirl’s costume so that she held it by the collar. Slowly #1 began to rip the heroine’s costume in half straight down her front.
The symbolism of having her S logo ripped in half was not lost upon Supergirl who helplessly watched as her S was torn followed by the rest of her costume down to her belt. Her arms were yanked free of their sleeves and her skirt was quickly ripped off leaving her fabulous but damaged body free to be examined. Only the young blonde’s red boots remained as the rest of her costume was held in her dominating foe’s left hand.
Rather humiliatingly Supergirl was then taken hold of by her sweaty armpits as her opponent lifted her up into the air to get a better look at the devastation she’s caused.
The heroine’s hair was filled with sweat and stained with blood and Emi’s green sexual secretions as it stuck in clumps to her face and neck. Her eyes were red and filled with tears that ran down her cheeks, mixing with the beads of sweat that covered her face. From both corners of her mouth there seeped blood that traveled to her chin and down her neck, serving as a visible reminder of the horrid internal damage caused by #1’s energy blade. The right corner of Supergirl’s mouth was bruised, as was the right side of her back at her kidney. But the worse bruising was found around her lower broken ribs, which had signs of bleeding just under the skin. This intensity of this bruising however was challenged by the continuous streak from her heart down to her lower abs that resulted from her opponents near fatal assault with her energy blade. Her entire stomach area was also a sore red thanks to her opponent’s projectile assault. Supergirl’s pussy was also dripping blood to the ground and like her stomach was a painful red thanks to #1’s “dental flossing.” The heroine’s breasts weren’t as damaged as most of her body but they too had turned slightly red and ached from the cruel compression that they’d suffered. Supergirl’s massive sweating that pervaded her body caused her ravaged figure to glisten as it was admired by her conqueror.
#1 continued to hold Supergirl’s ripped costume in her left hand even as she used it to dangle the girl in the air by her armpits. As the woman admiringly inspected her body, Supergirl merely continued to cry, her occasional whimpers the only sound to be heard, until finally the villain spoke. “Well my pet, what do I do with you now? You’ve caused me much trouble… but maybe you’ve learned your lesson? Don’t tell Emmanuelle but I think you’re the better dish and I’d hate to have to destroy such beauty. But on the other hand I can’t very well allow you to live and expose our little organization can I? Tough choice really, perhaps some entertainment will help me decide?”
#1 while continuing to hold Supergirl under the armpits and in the air started making her way towards her desk. Upon arrival Supergirl was placed on top of the desk, made to rest on her spread apart knees. The Girl of Steel’s ass quickly dropped down to rest on her ankles, as her head leaned down and arms rapped themselves around her broken ribs.
The gold skinned woman then sat down in her chair facing the Maid of Might and commanded, “Now do your self Supergirl!”
The young blonde wasn’t sure how to react.
“Your master has given you an order girl, so be a good pet and masturbate.”
After a slight hesitation Supergirl complied by bringing her right hand down to her assaulted vagina. Slipping her fingers inside of her pussy proved painful and the effort caused her to scream out in pain. The wedgy and then the “dental flossing” had battered the heroine’s cunt, depriving her of any pleasure from her stimulation. With each rhythmic action of her fingers she grunted out in pain not pleasure.
#1 loved what she was seeing. Laying back in her chair the woman split her own legs wide apart and pumped her hips back and forwards towards Supergirl. In her hands the villain played with Supergirl’s torn costume, watching as the blonde’s cunt secreted it’s love juices, some dripping onto her desk while most ran down the girl’s thighs.
Supergirl felt relieved when she finally came. The act had given her a minimum of pleasure while delivering a painful experience that only added to her shame and humiliation. She was about to remove her juice-covered right hand from her cunt when, when she was interrupted by #1, “Did I tell you to stop pet?”
“But it hurts,” protested a crying Supergirl.
“It’s going to hurt a lot more if you don’t do as your Master commands love!”
Reluctantly Supergirl resumed masturbating, continuing to grunt out in pain with each thrust of her fingers. After the third orgasm Supergirl collapsed, falling forward on top of her sitting Master. The Girl of Steel was spent, she had little energy left and her body was throbbing with pain. The naked heroine needed to heal; her injuries were severe and without proper time to recuperate could prove fatal. But the young blonde could see that she had angered the woman by collapsing and quickly said, “I’m sorry Master please don’t be mad I can continue.” The Maid of Might followed up her apology with a kiss to her master’s lips.
“That won’t be necessary my pet. I have already decided what is to become of you.” Yet again #1 slipped her hands under the heroine’s armpits, so that she would bring the girl with her as she stood up. “I have decided to give you a chance Supergirl,” said the woman as she made her way over to the part of the wall that opened up to the outside.
Supergirl wasn’t sure how but as the villain approached the wall the entrance somehow opened up. “So you’re going to let me live? You won’t kill me?” asked the Girl of Steel.
“I said no such thing, only that I’d give you a chance my pet,” replied #1 as she quickly removed her right hand from under the blonde’s armpit, taking hold of her by the neck instead. The villain then removed her left hand, which also held the girl’s costume, from under the other armpit. “Here is the deal Supergirl, if you ever interfere with the business of the Imperium again I will release the wonderful recording of you pathetically revealing your secret identity to the press. Beyond this you can continue with your usual business of making these humans feel protected. But remember every time you see our logo you walk away. Failure to do so won’t just result in the release of the recording but also in a personal visit from me after I’ve had your boyfriend and friends killed. Do you understand my pet?!”
“Yes…yes I do Master.”
“Good!” asserted #1 who then proceeded to perform one last atrocity upon the young blonde by shoving the girl’s ripped costume up into her soaking wet and open vagina.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…MY PUSSY…MY PUSSY!” hollered Supergirl as all of her costume except for a small portion of her cape was brutally stuffed inside of her.
#1 then lifted Supergirl above her head, placing one hand on the girl’s shapely tight ass and the other between her shoulder blades, as she walked out on the ramp to the outside. The villain had difficulty holding the Maid of Might in this position since the heroine was struggling to pull her costume out of her ravaged cunt. “Remember our deal Supergirl our I promise you far worse next time, that’s of course only if you live!” stated the woman as she dropped the Girl of Steel.
Supergirl was quickly plummeting towards the streets of New York, her massively hurting vagina no longer her primary concern. The battered heroine knew that in her condition she would not survive a free fall impact with the ground from the city’s tallest building. She was tired and exhausted, more injured than ever, having sustained serious internal and external injuries. Mentally the girl wasn’t much better off having her pride and self-respect ripped from her in a day that put her through endless humiliations.
The panicking, naked Girl of Steel was desperately trying to summon her flying ability, but she was spent, her strength and energy depleted. It can’t end like this thought Supergirl, I can’t give up, I’ve got to keep trying, please help me Rao?
The ground was seconds away…