(I)
After Superman had battled the demonic Doomsday, every person on the planet knew that he had given his life for humanity. Everyone knew that Superman had always devoted himself to humans, but no one would have ever guessed how much he cared until they saw the pain and suffering he went through to protect the humans. There were so many changes that took place just after he died... Some of the most amazing were the most obvious. The crime rate in every major US city dropped to 15% of what it was before Superman's death. Many of the crooks saw their career as a dance around Superman and other super humans. They'd steal their loot, and if they were caught, the heroes won the game, but if they got away, then the thieves would spend their loot and begin the game another day. When Superman passed away, the game was over... forever it seemed.
Yet, even the impressive impact of Superman's death soon began to fade. Within eight months, the crime rates were surging upward again. The television analysts began to search out other news besides updates on the final battle. People needed to get on with their lives. That's what Superman would have wanted.
Supergirl had survived the Doomsday battle with minor injuries compared to Superman. She was fit and ready to continue within a week after she was given that nearly lethal blow from the demon. Her super natural ability to heal gave her quite an advantage as her human alter ego, Kara. Kara just told her friends that she was going to her mother's until this Doomsday thing settled. When Kara returned, there were no signs of the damage done to her beautiful face from that iron-like fist of Doomsday.
So far as her dealings with crime went these days, she was busier. She was not tired of the combats, because she loved protecting.
One evening, she just came home from school. It was one of those boring Thursdays, and she just wanted to get on to Friday. Supergirl would not be out tonight. Kara dropped her things down. She had finished her homework at the library today, so she had nothing to do now. It was already late. She had spent hours studying. Now, she wanted to just check her messages and go to bed. She sat down at her desk and flipped on the little laptop that Kara often used for reports and essays for school. She went through her exceedingly boring postage mail as the laptop loaded itself.
Kara logged into her e-mail account and was surprised to see three messages for her. Two were from her friends... they were nothing really important. The third one was the mystery. She opened it to see that the source was unfamiliar to her. The person spoke very impersonally. All the writer seemed to know was that she was a student. Perhaps it was a bulletin for school. She read on. The letter noted several things about the upcoming weekend including parties and the like. Then she saw her name in the message. Kara Danvers... She was part of some list, but the message didn't say what the list was for. There were only five other people on the list... Three guys and two other girls. What did it mean?
She clicked her name and the message flipped open to an imbedded document. Kara glanced over the document as pictures loaded. She saw a woman brushing her fingers through her hair as a man kissed her neck. His hands were gliding over the woman's breasts. Kara was surprised at the document to say the least. She didn't know who it had come from. There was little text on the embedded page. Its pictures, which were numerous, loaded extremely rapidly. Kara reluctantly decided to glance over the rest of the document. She saw pictures of some very young and beautiful women in bondage, who were being explored by their male partners. All of the pictures showed the mutually enjoyable feelings being experienced by both partners. Kara didn't wish to stay on the page any longer. She reached the bottom and found nothing else that related to her. She deleted the transmitted file and blocked the source.
Kara sighed as she took off her shoes. "Perverts..." She mumbled. With that simple remark, she let the whole issue drop.
She had never understood why humans were so captivated by sex. Supergirl had never had any sexual relations, and whenever someone came on to her, she assumed it was just for sex anyways. She hadn't had a boyfriend in almost three years now and she wasn't looking. As far as the message went, if she wasn't bothered again, she wouldn't make any noise and the whole thing could end.
She slipped into her nightgown and crawled into bed. Kara couldn't just drop the thoughts of that message from her mind though. She may be superhuman, but she still couldn't control everything. Many people didn't understand this. Her mind picked through the images in that message again...and again. She tossed and turned and tried to convince herself that it was time to sleep, but she couldn't keep her mind from pondering. She wondered what those women were feeling. She imagined a man kissing her neck as his strong hands engulfed her breasts. What would it feel like?
Kara raised one hand to her own breast. She placed it on her moistened skin, which lay under the thin fabric of her thin nightgown. She felt her nipple grow harder in her hand. She had caressed herself before, but she had never experienced a climax. She had never been in positions like those other women had. Their eyes all seemed to know something. The women stared back at the camera with dark secrets in their eyes. They knew something that Kara didn't and this was, in a way, frustrating. Kara entertained idea of a man kissing her...his tongue caressing hers as his fingers explored the crevice between her legs. Kara opened her eyes to find her hands placed on her damp vagina. She sighed out loud and gave a small fleeting laugh. She placed her hands under her pillow and finally dozed off to a dreamless sleep.
Kara started her Friday just like any other. The odd message of the previous evening didn't even occur to her as she passed through her classes and took her end of the week tests. None of her friends received such a message, or else they didn't talk about it if they did. Kara left school after the day had finished without even the sensation that something was odd. Perhaps she was right. She came home again and decided to check her messages again. Nothing. Not a single thing.
She decided that it was time for Supergirl to get to work. She stretched arms wide and closed her eyes. The fantastic costume seemed to emerge from under her clothes as she removed them. Within seconds there was no visible proof that this was Kara Danvers, but now, she was Supergirl. Without hesitation, Supergirl flew out the open window and into the darkening skies.
She headed for town as her elegant body streamed at an altitude that most jetliners would have a problem handling. She glanced down at several nearby cities. Nothing major in any of them. The daily traffic of rush hour pervaded everywhere and cars were almost piling on top of each other with the same vain efforts to literally push the others forward. Supergirl cruised high above the city life as the nightly activities began to commence. She watched as a police car dealt with a speeder. A man and his girlfriend's argument turned into a fight, but before anything got out of hand, the man apologized and then the woman did. They hugged and then went off together probably to watch a movie or something. Supergirl yawned as she became bored with the entertainment.
The sun had set. Supergirl dropped her altitude to give her a better view of what has going on in the dark streets. Then an event caught her eye. She saw a dark blue van pull up behind a store. The store was nothing special, just a hardware store. Supergirl dropped down below the skyscraper tops and cruised toward the scene. She saw a pair of men emerge from the sliding door of the vehicle. Both were completely covered in classy black military-like clothes. One had some kind of metal rod in his hand. He took it over to the thick door in the back of the store. He held it up to the lock and with a short splash of fiery blue sparks, the lock dropped to the ground. Then another figure emerged from the passenger seat of the van. This figure was a female. Her head was shrouded just like the other men. She joined the other two as they began carrying heavy metal crates out of the store.
Supergirl wondered why such an elite team of crooks would be interested in a hardware store. She concluded that those crates weren't exactly standard shipping crates for any kind of common day hardware or tool. She had wasted enough time. It was time to put an end to this little game.
At the whim of a thought, the awesome Supergirl dropped down beside the driver of the van. He had just enough time to see the universally recognizable blue and red before a fist blasted through his window and put him into an unconscious state.
Supergirl assumed that the men (who had just reentered the store for another crate) would have heard the sound of the glass. She waited a moment. Then she heard them come running from the store. She took the opportunity for a graceful appearance and she ascended above the van and into the view of the three masked figures… Not one of them budged. Supergirl gently set herself down on the ground. Her shiny red boots making little more than a ripple in the thin puddle of the wet ally.
"Perhaps I should help you deliver the rest of this merchandise..." She said with a unwavering tone.
"Well, well. Look who decided to join us... The female guadian of peace justice." The first man responded with a dark sneer.
Supergirl, un-phased by their lack of fear, glared at them. "I will give you one chance to lay down on the ground or else I will make you. This is your final warning."
Not one of the characters obeyed nor did they retreat. They had to have guts coming into her domain and trying to steal from her city. She concluded that these crooks were not the gaming type. They'd have given up by now. Obviously they were interested in a little entanglement. This boosted Supergirl's curiosity. What human would be interested in getting into a skirmish with her?
The first man ordered the others to drop the crate. Then they stepped away from it. The woman disappeared into the shadow of the store's rear door. The thought of a Kryptonite bullet crossed through Supergirl's mind. She closed her eyes and spread out her senses. She felt everywhere for a trace of Kryptonite. None of the men had any lead casings within their vehicle or in the car. She'd have spotted it. She deduced that there was no Kryptonite at the scene. She used her x-ray vision to examine the crates. There were some weird weapons in them. They were all hand held, but none of them were the dinky rifles that one would find in the gun shops. These weapons were completely foreign to Supergirl, and she had seen a lot of weapons in her day. She saw many weapons that were completely foreign to her. She was able to conjure up a recollection of some of the weapons, but most of them were new to her. The ones that she did know of were all very dangerous weapons... at least to humans they were.
Supergirl approached the first thief. He waited for her. He unmasked himself to reveal a stern masculine face with dampened blond hair. His eyes revealed a strange knowledge. Suddenly, Supergirl thought of the message again. Why?
This…woman, dared to obstruct his operations. It was time to pay this thorn back. She was in for a surprise. A very big surprise. The man glared back at her. He marveled at how innocent and pure she looked. So pure... this innocence magnified her beauty far beyond that of any other woman he'd ever seen before. Now, it was time for the fun to begin. He said to himself, Let's see what makes her really Supergirl.
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(II)
The man announced in a stony voice, "How long do you think your beauty and strength will keep you ahead of the game? How long do you believe that you will remain...invincible...for after all...everyone knows you aren't. No one is..."
With that, the man stepped out of her way leaving the path to the darkened door open. A bright light seared through the air and a missile exploded from its source. The rocket was small, but Supergirl had never scene a missile accelerate so fast. She allowed the metal explosive to smash into her protected chest. Flames burst from it as they enveloped the Maid of Steel. Then the flames almost instantly dissipated They were consumed as if their origin was napalm or something. Whatever it was, it had little effect on Supergirl. She knew that the missile had done some purely superficial damage to her skin, but it was cloaked under her costume, and it was nothing that wouldn't heal within the next few minutes. These fools obviously didn't know who they were messing with.
As the smoke faded, she saw the three of them with three weird weapons in their hands. Supergirl burst toward one of the men like magma from a volcano. Before a thought could pass through his head, he was smacked up against the brick building. His limp body dropped to the ground without resistance. Supergirl caught his weapon in her hand and squeezed. The strange metal refused to obey her strength. It was some kind of metal that she'd never seen before. She applied her other arm and forced hard. The weapon whined in resistance, but it didn't have the durability to resist her now. In a second it began to bend. Supergirl continued as the metal warmed from friction. The weapon bent easier and within a couple seconds, she had made an impressive horseshoe out of the long black cylindrical weapon.
Supergirl turned to the other man and the woman at his side to see a pair of fluorescent blue beams smash into her body. She tried to fight the blow, but the strength of the lasers were beyond her. She felt her body hurtling backwards down the dark ally. With a thud and a small splash, she hit the ground like a bag of bricks.
After several rolls, she was able to regain her senses. The weapons had hit her in the gut and the chest. Both lasers had torn through the fabric of her costume. The center of her "S" was infected with a smoldering hole about the size of a quarter. Similar damage was evident in her gut. The wound's were superficial as usual, but they stung a lot. The odd sensation of pain permeated through her body. She saw the two silhouettes approaching her. They spread themselves to prevent a single blow being able to dispatch them both.
These crooks obviously meant business. Supergirl had underestimated them. It almost seemed as if they were expecting her. Why else would they need such weapons? What were these weapons anyways? Supergirl had been hit with lasers before, but these were something different. Were they even lasers? Why did she hurt so much from them?
She rose to her feet to see another high-powered missile coming at her. The missile never stopped accelerating. She tried to get out of the way, but the missile somehow locked onto her form with an organic sensor. It crashed straight into her face. Again she was sent sprawling through the air. Again she landed hard on the ground. She heard their footsteps approaching. Neither of them said anything.
Supergirl was far from giving up, she pulled her form up to her knees and turned her eyes up to the woman that stood next her. Her heat vision exploded on her weapon and she jumped back in shock as the black metal burned her hands through her thick gloves. As she dropped it. Supergirl tried to melt the gun, but it resisted her! She intensified her heat vision to the extent of her abilities. Finally the gun melted into an orange puddle. Before Supergirl could finish, the man unloaded another fiery laser into the back of Supergirl's head. Her neck couldn't withstand the blow. She felt her neck sizzle and bend under the intense blow. Supergirl's head smashed into the brick ground. Several of the bricks shattered under her head. Her mind was hazy as she slowly began to recover from the blow. She felt the man grab her hair and raise her to her knees. Then he sent another brutal ray into Supergirl's lower back.
The man released her hair as she was forcibly smashed into the ground again. The weak brick fragmented easily under her body. She plowed into the base of another building leaving some damage to its wall too. She had barely taken a breath into her aching body when another blow struck her back. The weapon seared deep into her body and the pain pervaded to her every extremity. She screamed out in pain. It permeated to every nerve. The awful sensation broke through every barrier she could prepare for it. Her form shuddered under the blast. Every nerve under her skin tingled with the brutal and unusual feeling of pain. She hissed as the pain climaxed and then began to subside.
She didn't hear anything. The two were standing stead fast close to her. Supergirl tried to get up. Her arm tightened under the rubble. She felt none of the bricks move as her efforts tried to lift her from the broken ground. Her muscles were in a painful lapse of inability. She felt them stinging her from under the shattered bricks. She actually succeeded in little more than simply shaking the bricks. Never had she felt so weakened. Her mind was clouded with the pain that was dramatic even as it slowly subsided.
She tried again to get up. Again she was confronted with the pain in trying to move, but more so...she realized how meek she really was! Her muscles had suffered under that weapon. She was so vulnerable now. She couldn't even stop a bullet or a knife. Her muscles were what gave her virtually invulnerable skin. Now she had no strength within them, she wasn't even capable of standing up!
She heard the man give a sarcastic sigh, then she heard his nylon clothes squeak in protest as he bent down and grappled a fistful of the Supergirl's hair. Supergirl winced as she was pulled up by her moist blonde hair. She had never felt pain from such an action. Usually her muscles could resist the pain with astonishing effort and her nerves wouldn't be affected by such a basic torturing motion, but now, she had to scream to handle the pain in her head.
The man twisted the weapon in his hand, and then with a quick flip, he rotated it. Then he smashed the handle into Supergirl's chest. Supergirl grunted hard from the blow. Her breath left her. She was helplessly fighting for wind and she feared that she would never breathe again! The man dropped his weapon with a heavy clunk. Supergirl felt his free hand conform around her neck and lift her to her feet. She coughed as the first bits of air finally reached her lungs. The hand around her neck was not tight enough to cut her air off, but she knew it was certainly capable of such a simple feat. She tried to lift her hands to get the black glove off her. She couldn't even get her limp hands to his though. Her muscles refused to cooperate. They responded simply by sending more searing lightning bolts through her. She winced painfully at the effort.
"So... I guess we aren't used to such a beating, are we?" the man whose fist wrapped around her neck said. He knew that with the amount of ammunition and energy he just used to bring Supergirl to her knees, he could have easily destroyed a small army. "I know we've never actually had a run in before, but I... I really am quite enjoying this one. Aren't you, sweetie?" Supergirl closed her eyes as his fingers tightened. "Aren't you, my Supergirl?"
Supergirl didn't know if she could talk or not, but she refused to give him the pleasure of finding out. She felt the man bring her closer to him. Then he thrust her backward into the waiting arms of his female accomplice. This woman sifted her arms under Supergirl's. She gave several weak spasms of protest, but the woman was easily able to handle them. Supergirl felt the woman's body armor separating them. She was thankful for it. She became disgusted at the though of being held by a woman whom she couldn't escape from.
"I've often wondered what it would feel like to..." The leader said. He stepped closer to her. Then he raised his hands up and placed them on her neck. They were gentle. Supergirl gave another struggling squirm, but again it was in vain. "...to...touch you." He whispered.
She was too weak to fight. The man's hands stroked her chest. Supergirl felt his fingers gliding gently along her collarbones. Then his fingers slipped downward. She breathed in sharply as his palms glided over her breasts. The man leaned his face in close to hers and his tongue emerged between his lips. Supergirl was able to turn her head in resistance, but that was all. She felt his tongue stroke over her check bone. She felt his saliva slowly ooze from his mouth. His tongue traveled unobstructed to her ear. She was completely vulnerable. She had no way of fighting him. The man's hands began to make soft caressing motions of her luscious breasts. Supergirl's breasts were beyond beautiful. They were gorgeous and the fact that they were trapped behind the tight fabric of her costume only excited the man more. He knew she'd never been touched before. He knew a lot about her, more than she ever realized. His fingers were the first to fondle the sensational Supergirl.
"Who else had had the honor touching you like this?" He asked quietly.
Supergirl's nipples grew hard against his palms as his passionate strokes began to excite the her. Supergirl had never had this feeling before. She'd never been touched by anyone. Anyone. Never had her breasts been caressed by another. Now she was forced to adhere to this sensation because she not being able to stop it. She felt feelings succumb to the sensation. Her mind willed to continue its resistance, but Supergirl's body was giving in quickly. Her nipples had grown so stiff that they pushed harshly into her tight costume. The man removed his hands and stared at her gorgeous breasts. Supergirl's nipples protruded into the costume making it painfully obvious, even in the shadowed ally how turned on she was.
The man said, "I wonder if there are other parts... That wouldn't refuse me."
Supergirl groaned in protest, but she knew she couldn't stop him. She felt his fingers glide over her form with a graceful air about their obvious victory. Her breathing became more sporadic as she felt his hands drift over her short red skirt, now dirty and wet from the previous confrontation. Supergirl pulled her legs away from the intruder, but the woman behind her kept her ground, and refused to budge. Her arms never moved and she forced Supergirl to stay. Supergirl felt so embarrassed. She was being subdued by another woman. It didn't even take the strength of a human man to immobilize her. Her mind began to crumble under the conditions that she had no control over. She was helpless.
She ceased her meek struggles as the man's hands lifted her shiny red skirt. She felt his hands as he gently set them down on her waist. Then the man's right hand slowly made it's way along the elastic red lining of her underwear. She breathed carefully. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly. She felt his fingers slide over her panties. Her mound was wet from the previous excitement that her breasts had received. His fingers twisted the damp fabric. Then Supergirl moaned as she felt the fingers push the wet panties between the lips of her clit. The man pulled his fingers back and then pushed them deeper into the defenseless pussy. Again, Supergirl let out an audible groan mixed between obvious pleasure and fading resistance to struggle. She didn't have the strength in her to protect her pussy from his intruding fingers. She could have easily done so normally, but now, she wasn't under normal circumstances. The fingers retreated again and they pinched around the wet fabric. Supergirl felt the man's other hand curl under the rim of her panties. Together, both hands gripped the red panties and pulled at them. Slowly Supergirl felt her wet underwear being pulled farther down her legs.
The man stopped just above her knees. Then he leaned forward. His breath was sharply obvious to Supergirl's sex as he leaned even closer. She felt his moist exhales upon her pussy. Part of her longed for him to do it. Her mind flashed to the images of the previous night. She wanted to know what it would feel like to be touched. This same part pleaded relentlessly in her mind to give in, to enjoy, to relish the sensations. Perhaps it was because she knew she couldn't stop him, but the pleasurable feeling of his hands had confused her consciousness and now her imagination only wondered at what his lips and tongue could do.
The man didn't hesitate to make her find out. He pressed his lips upon her blonde pussy. Supergirl moaned as his lips mirrored the shape of her own clit. She felt his soft seal between her legs. Never had she experienced such a pleasure! She had never conceived sex as being so wonderful. She felt the man's tongue stroke her lips. Supergirl's body jerked at the expanding sensation. But even this accidental motion racked her body in pain as her muscles severely complained. Her mind was weakening its resistance and quickly! She had decided that she wouldn't give in, but now, she was considering a compromise. Her mind stopped fighting itself as the man's tongue continued to work on the exterior of her vagina.
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(III)
Supergirl decided that she couldn't fight him. She wouldn't fight his actions, yes, the pleasurable sensations that his majestic tongue effected between her legs. She concentrated more on his tongue than on resisting her own feelings. In a way, she had given in to him. Whether she would have let him continue if she had all her powers, was undecided even unto her, but she was left without a choice now. The man's tongue continued to tease her as he kissed and licked only the outside of her pussy. Supergirl felt her body preparing for its climax. She felt her insides begin to twist and her hips had an irresistible urge to buck against the man before her.
The man grew unexplainably gratified as he felt Supergirl slowly buck her waist against his face. He didn't think he could get her to this point, but now that he had the most powerful woman in the known universe urging him to make her come, he didn't want to disappoint her now. He continued to tease her by only caressing her exterior. Supergirl's groans became more and more erotic, but she also became more and more frustrated by his purposely successful efforts to just tease her. The man never inserted his tongue into her deeper than her lips, and he knew it was driving her crazy. Supergirl unconsciously tried to buck harder to force his tongue into her, but every time he'd simply back away and let her climax subside. She was growing more anxious. Her climax was on the verge of a few more delicate strokes, but before she could spend her juices, the man would simply stop and let her calm down again. Then he would begin caressing her again. She grew to the point of asking him to finish her, then he stood up and leaned close to her.
"Did you enjoy that?" He asked in her ear.
Supergirl didn't speak; she just moaned lightly. The man rolled his hands back up her body as she squirmed in pleasure. She felt his fingers slide over her hardened nipples. Again, it drove her insane. She wanted his hands on her breasts again. She wanted that sensation again. Yes, she truly wanted it! The man seemed to obey her desires by curling his two index fingers under the torn fabric of her costume, the spot where the laser had penetrated her "S". He began to pull at the fabric. The costume responded by easily tearing apart. Supergirl knew that her mind was what controlled all her powers. She could, at the whim of a thought, manifest her costume or hide it. Her mind was what protected her costume and this is what allowed her to take an incomprehensible beating without suffering more than a scratch to her costume. But each laser that she had suffered was such a beating in itself! They had severely damaged her and this was something that she was far from accustomed to.
Supergirl's beautifully wet skin was revealed by the splitting costume. Her full breasts pleasingly welcomed the night air as her costume tore away from them. The cool night air bit at her damp skin, but nonetheless, her hot body welcomed all of it! She felt her cape drop to the ground as the man parted her costume completely. Then he placed his hands under her white belt and slid it down her legs. He left her panties, skirt and belt at her ankles leaving the rest of her beautiful form completely naked. The man outstretched his tongue and drifted it over her lips, then her chin. He continued to travel down her sleek body as his hands went to work on his own belt. By the time he had his own pants down, his tongue had slid over Supergirl's right breast. He played with her erect nipple by bending it under the strength of his tongue. Then he suddenly bit down hard on her erect nipple. Supergirl screamed as his teeth pinched her sensitive flowered tip. Then he released it and began licking her. He had reminded her that he was in control, that he was the one making the decisions, that he was the one who wasn't vulnerable.
Supergirl took in his lesson, but he didn't give her much time to consider it. He straightened himself. She felt his lips close to her ear and buried his face in her wet hair. She could feel the hardened flesh of his erect penis on her leg. He pointed the blunt tip of his shaft over her pussy, tempting her. She felt it against her mound. Her body ached and almost pleaded for his cock to enter her. Supergirl grew anxious as she struggled to make up her mind. Which did she want? She knew. Her body was screaming it to her. She wanted his cock between her legs. Yes, she wanted to feel him. She wanted him to finish what he started. She didn't care for the consequences, no, not now. She wanted him. She needed him and her body lusted for his.
Then she heard his voice in her ear. It was too quiet for the woman who was holding Supergirl to hear, despite her own proximity. "Do you want me, Supergirl? Do you want to feel my cock between your legs? Tell me..." He left her for a moment to consider, but his cock still touched her clit with its highly persuasive suggestion. "Do you want to feel my shaft in you pussy?"
Supergirl turned her head so that her lips were close to his ear. She moaned as his penis continued to dance lightly on her mound. She couldn't fight her desires any more. Her body was completely drawn to these new sensations and they yearned for more.
"Y..." She moaned out loud then softer again, then, "...Yes," she whispered gently.
The man smiled and his lips enveloped her ear. Then he pulled his face back and stared at her in the eyes for a moment. The man leaned his face forward and pressed his lips hard against Supergirl's. He let her suck some of her wet juices from his lips. Then he plunged his cock between the lips of her pussy. Supergirl was forced to stop kissing as she moaned loudly. Her passionate moans turned into loud screams of pleasure. The man's hips went to work quickly and his lips never ceased exploring her own. His velvety tongue stroked hers gently. Supergirl's body jerked again as his pumping to her waist began to force her climax to resurface. Supergirl had never needed something so desperately for anything in her life. She wanted to finish. She felt his cock pulled from her body and immediately pushed deeper between her legs. Every time he pulled his flesh from hers, she craved for it to be back again. Deeper, harder. "Ungh" Supergirl groaned as she felt her insides twist in the momentous excitement again.
Supergirl's belt and panties were still wrapped around her ankles and they provided her with the odd sensation of being incapable of spreading her legs as her sexual desires pleaded. She was able to bend her knees slightly though, and that allowed the man to penetrate her a little deeper. His cock pushed deep into her and Supergirl finally controlled her own bucking waist to match his movements, despite the painful sensations that her muscles tortured her with. She was able to wrap her arms around the back of the woman who had her in the wrestling hold. She caressed the woman's neck just because she needed some skin of her own to touch. Supergirl's mind was clouded with her lust, her desire to come. She'd never have caressed this woman otherwise. She was drunk in her own passions, and she certainly didn't care what was going to happen. She only wanted release! Supergirl felt the man's cock relentlessly penetrate her again, and again. Her climax swelled within her hips. The cock between her legs was in far more control than she was. She felt her body's urge grow and she knew she would be spent soon. The man continued to kiss her. Her passionate responses to his lips were far less exciting to him than his own were to her. She gave in as his cock pressed deep into her again. Her cum burst forth as she felt the penis continue to retreat and then penetrate again. Within a moment, the man had shot a load of his own come into her pussy. Supergirl cooed out loud as the feeling of release was finally entreated.
She felt her juices mixed with his own drip down her legs. She opened her eyes and looked at him, but as soon as she did so, the man pulled his head back and then thrust it forward. His forehead crashed into hers and she was instantly unconscious. All the strength that she had been regaining disappeared as her mind lost itself in the darkness...
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(IV)
Supergirl's conscious faded in gently and very slowly. She felt something soft under her. She quickly opened her eyes. She jerked her head up quickly. Where was she? Her head began to swim as her eyes tried to focus on her surroundings. She steadied herself with her hands. After several moments, he eyes finally began to focus. She was on her bed, no it was Kara's bed. She was home! How? Supergirl twisted on the bed and put her leg over the other.
Something was more than wrong. The pain that stabbed through her at every motion was completely gone. Every single trace of it. Was the whole thing a dream? Was it all a dream? No, no it wasn't a dream. Supergirl sighed as she looked down at herself. She was sitting on her thick comforter, yes, Kara's comforter. Supergirl saw her costume torn in the center. There was no damage to her skin or pain from the wound's of the lasers or whatever they were, but her costume was torn down the center. It barely hung on her body, her breasts were barely covered by the dirty blue and red costume. Her panties were uncomfortably wet, and her skirt was similarly damp and dirty. She pressed her fingers into the holes in her skirt.
She'd never felt so strange. Her body was just as if it never happened. The wounds she'd been dealt were sure to stay for at least a day, but she was still confused about how they damaged her abilities so much without decimating her body. Something about those weapons... She was going to figure out why. She must figure it out... Then her mind flashed to the rest of her incident.
After she was battered, she was...no. She wasn't raped, was she? Supergirl replayed the events in her mind. Now she realized. When she was beaten, when she was vulnerable. They toyed with her, the man and the woman. The man touched her, he licked her, yes, he... Supergirl felt so strange. If Superman were alive he'd have never let up on her. She'd have heard the whole thing about honesty, honor, and lust. In a way she was glad he wasn't around to deal it to her. Supergirl remembered his tongue. She scolded herself. This memory was lodged deep into her now, she would never be the same again. She was no longer a virgin. She'd been taken, and she'd given herself too. Hadn't she? Yes, she had, and she knew it. There were too many questions floating around her mind...
She stood up, her strength was definitely back. She manifested a new Supergirl costume. The old one disappeared as the new one coalesced over it. She felt good being in a clean costume and knowing that her mental energy was back to normal again, but something was wrong. Supergirl felt strange on her insides... There was something else wrong. She tried to float above the ground, using her flying powers. No! She screamed in her head! "No..." she whispered aloud.
Supergirl couldn't get off the ground at all. Again she tried, and again. At her very best effort she was able to get about an inch off the ground again. She sat down fatigued and angry. What was wrong?! Her mind was straining from the efforts. She had given up.
"My powers?" She said to herself, "What's happened to my powers?" Supergirl cycled through several more of her powers, heat vision, which succeeded in little more than just warming her target, and her X-ray vision, which resulted in nothing. Then she noticed a TV on. It was in the other room, her living room. The volume was down low, but she didn't turn it on. She knew that, she didn't bring Supergirl back to her alter ego's, Kara's, home. Someone else did. Someone else brought her back. It finally sank in. Someone knew who Supergirl was! Someone knew about her identity. She gasped at the thought.
The TV in the other room seemed to be tuned to some news channel. Supergirl walked into the room. A special report was coming up. Something that was obviously very anticipated on the program.
The reporter, a pretty female, said, "Yes, the rumors are true, we, as well as federal authorities, and local police, have evidence that the infamous Supergirl is also...get this...a prostitute. She was revealed by an anonymous tipoff. Police found photos, videotapes, and recordings of Kara Danvers, Supergirl's human identity, having sexual relations with several also unknown suspects. We also have proof that Supergirl has a homosexual record as well, as our evidence also shows." The screen flipped to images of Kara and Supergirl.
The images were of her kissing another man, then a different man. Their hands were on her, and her hands on those men. Then some new images and movies (with some of the sections of the frames blotted out due to nudity, of course) came on the screen. Kara was with another woman. Static erupted into the scene and the reporter's voice disappeared into the snowy chaos. Supergirl realized that she wasn't breathing.
"Oh my God..." She cursed. "No, it's impossible!"
A distorted male voice faded into the audio. The TV showed a picture of her. She was naked. A woman's hands were on her shoulders. The woman, a dark-haired...reporter! It was the same woman who had done the report! It was also the same woman who helped that brutish pig. The woman who held her while the other man fucked her. Supergirl closed her eyes to the TV, but she couldn't hide from the alien-like voice.
"Kara..." he said, "Supergirl..." he continued, "You don't have to worry...the story hasn't been given to the press or the police. It will stay that way if you meet us under the North Bridge. Be there at 11:30 PM tonight, or you'll be the one to reap the whirlwinds of this truth. Oh…for proof of my...assertions. Under you bed...see you soon, Supergirl." The man's voice faded away with an eerie laugh, not a loud one, but a laugh that meant something.
It meant something to her though. This man...he knew more than she did. A lot more. She realized that the entire program was on a videotape. She pressed stop.
Supergirl had to sit down on the bed. She began to breathe again, slowly. What did they want? Where were her powers? She remembered, he wanted her to look under her bed for something. She looked under the bed, there was nothing there, then Supergirl lifted the mattress. Compared to how much energy it should have taken her to lift it, she was intensely straining to lift it. Another small but powerful blow to her pride. She found what he was referring to. She pulled out three thick envelopes and placed them on the bed.
She opened the first. It had two videotapes and a letter. She read the letter. It was short and to the point. The two videotapes were of her, of course. Supergirl...getting laid by two men, in two different sessions. The first session was with the same man who had taken her in the alley. The second man was a dark-haired man. A young but very regal like man. Something about him bothered Supergirl more than the first man. He was... professional. He stood out in many ways. His body was firm, strong. He was quite handsome, but he seemed so invincible somehow. The first video had both of these in two-hour sessions. Then the second videotape had her with a woman and several appearances of a man in it. It was a 3 1/2 hour session.
"This is impossible..." Supergirl put the tapes in the VCR and skipped around them. They were real. Full color... her voice... her body. She couldn't watch much of it. It disgusted her. She put the other tape in and quite as soon as she saw her licking the pussy of another woman. It was the brunette, the reporter, the thief. She felt like throwing up. She put the tapes back and opened the other packages. They were filled with pictures. Pictures of her exchanging money for her...work, pictures of her undressing, pictures of her licking, touching...kissing. She jammed them back in the envelope and threw it on the ground. The material was extremely graphic. All the details... All of them.
"No!" She screamed as her eyes filled with tears, "This can't be happening! I didn't do it!" She saw some scribbling on the back of one of the envelopes.
If you're smart, you'll come. It's the only way
to save Supergirl. Come dressed
as Supergirl at 11:30
She looked at the clock, it was already 7:00. Supergirl wiped the tears from her eyes and regained control of herself. She knew what she wanted to do. She needed a shower...badly.
That evening at 11:20 she had come by a cab and disguised as Kara. She walked toward the bridge and shed her clothing to reveal her Supergirl costume. It didn't take much mental stability to transform into Supergirl. Her other powers still seemed to be useless and she had stopped trying to figure out why. Now, she was Supergirl. She walked up to the two lane bi-directional bridge and waited in the icy cold. The moon was barely above the horizon. It was only a sliver, and it seemed very gloomy. Supergirl continued to wait.
It wasn't long before they arrived. Supergirl felt horrible. Did they know she didn't have her powers? Should she try and bluff? She heard two people slowly walking through the brush. They made their way towards her. "Who's there?"
"Call me Darius." The male voice answered. She'd never heard it before. It was a young man though. He stepped forth from the shadows with that reporter woman with him. "And you need no introduction." The man was in the video that Supergirl had watched. He was the dark-haired men who had bedded her in the video. Calmly he said, "This is Alanna." He said motioning to the girl. "She's my...professional assistant. I believe you two have already had the...opportunity to get to know each other, am I right?"
Alanna gave Supergirl a devious smile. Her red lips and dark eyes... She was the woman. Supergirl felt noxious. This was the woman whom she touched? She kissed this woman? She licked this woman's pussy?
"No." Supergirl said, "No. That's not true."
Darius gave a shrug and a small laugh. "Well, I wonder what the public would say about those tapes. I mean, how fast could they spread on the Internet? Boy... I wonder, what would that do to your reputation? Do you think they'd even want you after something like that came out? Hmm... I suppose some of the die-hards will still support you, but most of them... the men anyways, would be too interested in slipping you a hundred or several, don't you think…? And your identity, yes... the beautiful Kara Danvers... Well, what would happen to her? Would she just disappear with Supergirl?" He laughed again.
"What do you want?" Supergirl said forcefully.
"Ah, well... no one's interested in chatting as I can see..." Darius stopped and then he stepped closer to her. Supergirl backed down the hill a step. Darius took two more towards her. "You're so direct... don't you care to..." He stopped again, admiring her eyes... her hair. "You're afraid of me. Aren't you. Well, what have you got to worry about? I'm just human, right? Why you're, you're Kryptonian! You could handle a thousand men like me. Right?"
Did he know about her powers? He was playing with her. Mind games... He stepped closer. Supergirl had no where to back up to. She was on a twenty foot cliff as it was.
"Actually, I don't think- " He stopped abruptly and grabbed her left arm. Then in one fluid motion, he yanked her towards him and spun her around. His fist was clamped tightly around her wrist and he forcefully bent her wrist behind her back. She couldn't pull it away. He obviously knew about her powers. He slid his right hand along her belt and around her waist. Supergirl's left hand was being gripped tightly behind her back and she instinctively placed her right hand on his to try and pull it away...she couldn't. Darius whispered in her ear, "I don't think you could even handle me. My dear."
Supergirl was frightened. What could she do? Her fear was deeply entrenched in her voice when she spoke again. "What do you want from me?"
Darius sighed, his straight tone and the obvious strength in his voice wasn't threatening, but it hurt Supergirl deep down. He was in control. "It's less about what I want...than what my father wanted. I'm afraid he's gone to rest, but he vowed only one thing for the end of his life...that he would see you dead."
Supergirl exhaled loudly. Then she breathed in sharply as Darius' hand moved to her front side. He let it stay firmly on her belly.
"Yet, before he could exercise the new toys, he passed away. You have already been exposed to these new one's haven't you? Well, let's not waste any more time here. It's kinda cold, isn't it Alanna?"
"Indeed." Alanna responded looking at the sky.
"Tell me, Supergirl," Darius said, "if you want your powers back, you'll accompany me to...a safe place. I will not force you to come, so you must choose now."
What did she have to lose? She felt Darius' strong hands release her. He stepped around her and followed Alanna back up the hill. Neither looked back. If she didn't go, she might not ever figure out what was wrong with her, and she would never be able to undo it. But if she accompanied them, what would the do to her? They would be unstoppable since she didn't have her powers. For the first time in her life, Supergirl was worried about being defiled... They could rape me if they desired, she said to herself. She shrugged off the idea. If they wanted to rape her, they could've done it right there under the bridge. It was several thousand yards to the nearest building, and certainly no one was going to be out at this time of night. They didn't rape her...why? They were interested in something else. She didn't have a whole lot of time left to think. She decided to follow them. What did she have to lose, now?
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(V)
Supergirl followed the dark clothed silhouettes across the black car-less road. They went into a big parking lot and walked across a field on the other side. Supergirl kept a safe distance behind them. Neither one ever looked back at her, but they heard her walking. Then they came upon a car. A long black shiny limousine. The driver of the limo stepped out and unholstered his sidearm. He said something in another language, and was answered by Darius in the same tongue. Then the man opened a passenger door for Darius and Alanna. Supergirl stopped at the door. The man kept his face looking forward and his eyes never moved. He stood as still as a beam. Supergirl looked at him. He was a huge bulk of a man. His arms were massive! And his neck almost completely concealed the fact that his head was separated from his shoulders. Supergirl was for the first time in her life intimidated by human muscles. She knew he could crush her like a toothpick if he wanted to.
She took a hesitant breath and stepped into the black limousine. Darius and Alanna were sitting facing the back. They were sitting close. Supergirl assumed that the seat facing forward was for her. The windows in the limo were completely black. She couldn't see outside at all. They didn't want her to be able to track where they were going, did they?
"Will you have some champagne, Supergirl?" Alanna offered.
Supergirl slipped onto the soft black leather. It was very comfortable. She'd never been in a limo before. She gave a twisted face to Alanna and snarled, "No, thank you."
Alanna didn't seem to notice her hostile reaction and she simple poured two glasses of the clear watery liquid. Then she passed one of the fine crystal glasses to Darius. He took a sip and looked as Supergirl. Her face was set in stone and it was stern.
"In answer to your question, Supergirl..." Darius started. "I want you dead."
Supergirl was taken aback by his dull response. His face was not joking. He kept his eyes on hers. "Why didn't you kill me in the alley, last night then? And why go through the trouble of generating a computer animation or hiring a duplicate of me to have sex with you and this...bitch?" Supergirl hissed.
Darius smiled. Alanna sipped her champagne again and then set the glass down. She leaned onto Darius and placed her hand in his lap. Darius brushed some of her beautiful long black hair aside and put his left arm around her shoulders. It bothered her that they were taking this so lightly.
"Well, Supergirl, as you have obviously noted, I let you live. I let you live for a reason. You could have been killed many times since...last night you say? I'm afraid not. It's Thursday, Supergirl. Today is the 24th... a Thursday. You were...overpowered in that ally on Friday, I believe it was, no? Well that was almost a week ago. Where have you been all this time then?" Darius stopped with a smile as he placed his right hand on the inside of one of Alanna's knees.
"What do you mean it's the 24th?" She asked. Suddenly the reality of her situation began to sink it.
"What was the last thing you remember in that alley Supergirl?" Darius said as he looked down at Alanna's legs. "I had the whole incident recorded and I've seen the whole scene three times, so don't bother lying about it."
Supergirl wanted to curse him. She decided against it and thought back. "I remember... I remember him hitting me with his head."
"Yes, that's right. You fell unconscious after that." Darius slid his hand up Alanna's leg and she let out a soft moan of pleasure. Supergirl looked away. "...and for the next… four days or so, you umm... you played the lead role in our little game, our prostitute." Darius's hand eased under the miniskirt that Alanna was wearing. Alanna spread her legs. Supergirl saw that she was wearing no panties and instantly she turned her head away again as if to protect herself from some kind of disease.
Alanna arched her back and moaned loud as Darius' experienced fingers gently caressed her shaved mound. She let out quick gasps of pleasure as his fingers stroked her lips. Then a small scream as he plunged two, then three of his fingers into her clit. Alanna began to thrust her hips into his fingers. She closed her eyes and indulged in her passionate lust.
Darius fingers worked hard into her pussy. He forced his fingers deep between her lips, and then gently caressed the insides of her love canal, then slowly released his fingers.
Alanna's moans became louder and louder. Her body was vigorously bucking against Darius' fingers.
"Would you care to join us Supergirl?" Darius asked politely.
Supergirl was disgusted, but Alanna's moans were getting to her. She remembered the pleasures of having her clit caressed. Alanna's scent changed and now Supergirl was forced to breathe in the emanation. She felt her nipples growing hard against her costume. A feeling that she'd had before. Her nipples were visible to Darius, but he pretended to pay no attention to them. "Would you like to join us, Kara?" he asked again.
Supergirl turned her head to look at the shiny opaque glass. "No." She said stonily.
"Suit yourself, then." Darius said as he went back to work on Alanna. She was soon on the verge of her orgasm. Her moans returned and they reverberated through the small limo. Darius placed his lips on her neck and sucked at her skin. Alanna was buried in her uncontrollable feelings. She couldn't stop her moans, she couldn't resist bucking his fingers, she couldn't fight his passionate lips on her skin. Her orgasm burst from her hips. She spilled her juices all over Darius' hands and her cum dripped onto the car seat. Darius replaced his hand and with his wet fingers, drew a streak of Alanna's love juice up her black dress. Her lips found his finger and she sucked passionately on it. She licked viciously at his hand as if she were dying of thirst. When Alanna returned from her climax, she wasn't surprised to see Supergirl watching her. She wiped her lips of the dripping cum and managed to clean her dress a little. She gave Supergirl a devious smile as the car finally stopped.
The driver backed the car up several hundred yards, then stepped out. He opened the door and Supergirl immediately got out. She wished she wasn't so excited. Her nipples were pushing into her costume and it was obvious to anyone that saw her. She couldn't think of any graceful way to cover herself.
She was in a large garage. It was dimly lit and awfully musty. Alanna and Darius stepped out and the driver walked alone down the side of the huge garage. He entered a huge door and locked it behind him.
"Alanna? Would you...give me and Supergirl some time alone?" Darius said patiently.
"Of course." Alanna said as she removed her arm from around his waist. She stepped close to Supergirl. Alanna's hair was long and dark. She was almost as tall as the Maid of Steel. Her features slightly Asian and her deep brown eyes were as penetrating as Darius'. Alanna was close to Supergirl. Her breasts barely touching Supergirl's. Alanna gazed at Supergirl for a moment, then turned in the same direction that the driver had gone. She too entered the huge metal doors.
Darius started walking in a different direction. He took several steps then he started, "Why am I here? What does this man want with me? Will he hurt me?" He stopped and turned to her, "Where are my powers? Where will he kill me?" His eyes pressed deep into her. "All good questions my dear. Do you want the answers?"
"Yes." Supergirl said without hesitation. "What's happening to me?"
"There are two things that counter your powers Supergirl. Three actually, but you're probably aware of only two." Darius said as he turned and continued walking into the darkness.
Supergirl was confused. She forced her mind to focus. Then she said, "The loss of radiation from a yellow star... and Kryptonite."
"Good. Excellent. You know your weaknesses...most of them anyways." Darius said, not looking back.
"And what's the third?" Supergirl pressed hoping to find a chink in this man somehow.
"It is not a concern for you now. You're powers are not countered because of it. But before we go on..." They were entering a tall metal corridor. The sparse lights were recessed in the ceiling so they didn't offer much illumination from the center of the walkway. "...I have some things to ask you: why did you follow me? Why did you come with me to my car? Why take such risks, being so vulnerable without your powers? You are not afraid of the potential dangers? Oh, and how'd that damn tape get made?"
Supergirl was waiting for these questions for some reason. "You are the only one with answers. And if you wanted to kill me, you'd have done it under the bridge, strapped some rocks to my feet and thrown me in the river."
"It's nice to hear the honesty. It's appreciated." Darius knew the answers she'd given. He had the whole confrontation laid out in his head. He had it all planned. Supergirl felt only more helpless.
They continued down the corridor. There were very few doors. Suddenly, Darius turned around. He grabbed handfuls of Supergirl's costume and skin and jerked her up against the metal wall. Supergirl strained to avoid hitting her head on the metal, but she succeeded in little as far as protection went. Her head banged up against the metal as the rest of her body did. She hissed in pain.
"Were you ready to deal with all the dangers, Supergirl?" Darius stared at her. He was calm...completely at peace. His eyes carried no obvious anger and Supergirl took some comfort in that. "Kryptonite and the loss of a yellow star, huh? Well, we're still on Earth, so I guess it's not that one. Which means my limited skills in deductive logic conclude that it must be..."
"No!" Supergirl said as her mind slowed its swimming. "No! I'd have felt it! I wouldn't be able to stand, or think, or breathe or anything. I'd have felt it if it were Kryptonite!" She screamed.
"Would you? Supergirl? Would you feel it?" Darius kept her pinned up against the wall and trapped between his arms. He began to gently stroke her fingers through her hair. Sometimes gently resting them on her head, her neck, her shoulders. "How sure are you that you'd have felt it?"
Supergirl couldn't hide the confusion in her face. Darius smiled at it, then he released her and walked on. Supergirl rubbed her head and then followed. Who is this guy? She said to herself. How does he know so much about me and my weaknesses? Supergirl caught up to Darius and walked only a few paces behind him. After a dozen more steps, she felt a twist in her gut. She fought the pain and tried to continue. The pain only grew though. It spread throughout her body. She reached for her gut as if she was being cut open. A pained groan escaped her lips. Her eyes were unfocused from the anguish. She couldn't walk anymore. Her knees were shaking. The searing fire-like pain spread like wildfire in her. She dropped to her knees then curled forward. In an effort to protect her head from hitting the ground, she supported herself with her hands. She had to reach to her stomach with her left hand as she held herself up with her right. Another painful groan left her lips.
"Is this what it's like to be exposed to Kryptonite?" Darius asked as he bent down next to her. Yes, it was Kryptonite. Darius was holding some kind of cylinder in his hands. Its illuminating green glow was definitely from the Kryptonite. Supergirl couldn't look at the cylinder any more. It was too painful for her… her eyes, her neck, her arms... There was something strange though. Normally Kryptonite, even in a small amount (much smaller than that in the cylinder), would keep weakening her. It would be like a corrosive acid that would keep tearing at her insides until she was dead. But this Kryptonite wasn't doing that. It was weakening her, but it wasn't killing her. She felt the difference. Either way it was still painful.
Darius set the cylinder down and slid a hand under her body. Supergirl gasped in pain as he pulled her towards him. She felt him against her back. Her neck arched over his shoulder in an instinctive reaction to another searing bolt of the Kryptonite's effect. Supergirl was getting to weak to struggle anymore. The pain stayed, but she couldn't resist it like she had done so in the beginning.
Darius slid a small shield on the cylinder over the glow. It was a lead cover. Such a small cover gave Supergirl so much protection. "Kryptonite… To think of you, as mighty as you are... destroyed by one little rock." Darius wrapped his hands around her waist. Supergirl couldn't struggle. "Should I take it out again?" he asked as she began to rock her head slowly. She moaned in recovery. Suddenly, the pain returned. Darius had unsheathed the Kryptonite again. Supergirl winced. She screamed as the powerful bolts seemed to gut her from the inside. Darius quickly shielded the Kryptonite again. Supergirl's head dropped back onto his shoulder. She felt his hands stoking her forearms, then her arms. He gently caressed her muscles with message-like strokes.
Darius brought his fingers to the top of her costume. He pulled outward and then down. Supergirl's top stretched and she felt it slide off her shoulders. Her cape dropped off into Darius' lap. She couldn't fight him. Even before she had been exposed to the Kryptonite, she stood not match for him. He slowly pulled the costume down farther. Supergirl breathed in sharply and her "S" fell off her breasts. Darius continued to pull it downward then he released it at her waist. Her skin was wet. She glistened beautifully in the dimly lit corridor.
Finally Darius released her wrinkled costume. Her arms were still in their sleeves, and she didn't have the strength to pull them out, so they collapsed next to her body in the elastic costume. She couldn't move them. Darius rubbed his way back up her arms and his hands drifted around to her back. He repositioned himself. Kneeling with his legs spread, he slipped his hands between Supergirl's arms and her body. She moaned at the feeling of his touch. She felt his chest on her skin. She felt his muscles and firm abdomen through his dark clothing.
Darius' fingers moved at a torturously slow pace. He slid them up her luscious breasts so slowly, that she shivered with anticipation. Sweat beaded up on her everywhere. She felt his fingers envelope her erect nipples. Supergirl was reminded of he and Alanna in the limousine. She was so disgusted with both of them. She hated him for doing that in front of her. He knew she'd become aroused. He knew the whole time. His fingers gently went to work on her full breasts, messaging. Supergirl groaned again, this time in pleasure. She opened her mouth to breathe quicker.
Darius leaned forward and placed his lips on the base of her neck. He kissed her softly. Again Supergirl shivered from the light nature of his touch.
When she was in the alley, the man who had taken her was far less gentle. He was brutal and harsh. If she'd received any pleasure out of that incident, he didn't do it intentionally. He was interested in pleasing only himself and he did. But Darius was different. His lips were so soft and gentle on her skin. He was much more passionate...much more.
"Please no." Supergirl said. "No, please... Don't. Please..." She begged. Darius's motions on her tender breasts slowed to a stop. He lifted his lips from her neck and then he removed his hands. He reached down and gripped her costume. Then he slowly pulled it back up her body. Carefully, he tucked her red cape in.
Then he picked up the cylinder and planted it in his pocket. He bent forward and his arm wove its way under Supergirl's legs. His other arm behind her back. Then he carefully lifted her into the air. Why is he so gentle? Supergirl asked herself, What does he want? He could've taken me right here if he so pleased... but he didn't... I didn't want him to... Is that why he stopped, or did he intend to simply excite me like this?
Supergirl became very tired. Her body would have been able to handle the Kryptonite much better if she was strong again, but she only had a few seconds of being exposed to the watered down version of the Kryptonite, and she couldn't resist falling asleep. She dozed off in Darius' arms. He rocked her gently as he continued his slow walk through the tunnels...
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(VI)
Supergirl awoke. Then she jerked up as her condition re-occurred to her. She had slept on a long white couch. It was made of extremely comfortable leather. Supergirl glanced around the room. It felt like an expensive hotel suite. There were several other pieces of expensive furniture, including a glass top coffee table, a hard wooded table and matching chairs. Supergirl slowly slid her legs off the couch. She pushed the pillows back into the corners and then stood up. A memory flashed through her mind.
When Supergirl was exposed to Kryptonite only a year ago, she'd suffered immensely after she was free from it. Kind of the same way humans suffered from radiation poisoning when it was not enough to kill them. Perhaps that was one reason she was afraid of it... the lasting pain that kept with her was something she didn't want to deal with…was afraid to deal with. She remembered how Superman had suffered from his exposures to Kryptonite...even a week after he was removed from its presence. He had always had much more durability than her. Supergirl hated pain... She did fear it. She knew that.
These memories of Superman and her experiences with Kryptonite rampaged through her mind simply because when she stood...there was no pain from the Kryptonite exposure she'd just had. She supposed it was yesterday, as she saw sunlight pouring through the two skylights in her luxury room. She found a heavy wooden door that she assumed was the front door. She pulled at it...it was locked. The door didn't budge. Yet, Supergirl knew from pulling at it, that her muscles were recovering!
She backed up and attempted to fly. She was able to hover for several seconds! Her strength was returning, but she still knew she had a ways to go.
She walked around the room. It led into a slightly smaller room. This room was more like a dining room, yet there was no kitchen. Attached to the dinning room was a hall that led to a bedroom and a bathroom. Out of curiosity, Supergirl went into the bedroom. There was a very large bed with brand new plush covers and blankets. The pillows looked tempting, but Supergirl wasn't tired now. She guessed it was about noon. She must have slept for 10 or 11 hours. She saw a mirror on a fine tan dresser. She couldn't help but look at herself. She gave a meek smile and turned away.
"I'm not Supergirl now... I hope that someday I will be again." She said to herself. She saw a brush on the dresser, along with some basic hygiene items: a toothbrush, toothpaste, soap, floss, shampoo, conditioner, a pair of washcloths, a pair of bath towels, and a single facial towel. Her costume was clean, but her hair was disheveled. She picked up the brush and began pulling it through her tangled hair. She winced as she was forced to jerk it through a couple knots in her hair. She learned how to hold her hair slack and then brush through it so the brush didn't instantly yank at her head every time it came across a knot. She'd seen girls at school brush this way, but she'd never needed to. She could simply pull the brush through her hair however hard she pleased. Her super muscles could easily withstand her pulling through a knot...or 20 for that matter.
"...becoming human..." She whispered to herself with a slight smile. Just then she heard the huge wooden door open. She put down the brush and walked out of the hallway.
Despite being rather gracious for such a luxurious room, she decided to put on an angry face and she quickly conjured up an attitude. She stepped out of the hallway and saw a well-dressed gentleman in a black suit waiting by the side of the opened door. He reminded Supergirl of the limosine driver. Geez... she said to herself, are all these men warriors?
The man saw her as she came out of the hall. He stood steadfast next to the door. His spine as straight as a flagpole. He kept his eyes on her as she moved toward him. "Executive Darius would like to see you now," he said plainly. The man took his eyes from Supergirl and looked straight ahead.
"Would he now?" Supergirl asked as she considered a skirmish and sized him up. It would not be fun if he had permission to hit her back. His arms were easily three times the size of her own.
The man turned his focus back to her. "Darius...insists..." the man said remaining calm and firm. He motioned for her to step out into the hallway. Supergirl sighed and dismissed the idea of fighting him.
When she got outside she was glad she did. It was a long hallway. Several other doors just like hers were scattered about it. She saw two guards in grey suits at both ends of the hallway. The windows were covered. The man stepped out of her room and placed his hand in a small slot next to her door. The computer gave a short 'bleep' and she heard several metal locks jam themselves into the door.
The man then stepped away and motioned her to follow him, "This way, miss," he said. The man wasn't that old. Maybe in his early 30s. He walked next to Supergirl as they proceeded down the hall.
Supergirl noticed that none of the other doors had terminals outside of them. But she decided to ask anyway, "So, how many other prisoners like me do you have here?"
"Actually, Miss, this is Executive Darius' guest facility. The construction on it has just finished. You're the first guest. So, to answer your question...none."
They reached the end of the hallway and the two guards moved aside. Then the four of them stepped into the elevator. There were no instruments or controls inside the elevator. Supergirl guessed that they must have dropped 6 or 7 floors. Then the doors slid open. The guards got out and sat down in two nearby chairs. They picked up a conversation as Supergirl and this guard left. It was not nearly as nice down here as it was up where she was. The entryway to the elevators was beautiful, but once they entered a few hallways, the clean white walls disappeared and they were replaced with beat up metal plating and various control terminals. Supergirl guessed that this was the same facility where she'd been brought by the limousine. She followed him through several more corridors and through several huge doors which required his fingerprints. Then he stopped midway down one corridor and opened a door with a key. He motioned for her to enter. Supergirl started down several steps. She heard him close the door behind them. The lights were scattered, but they managed. She could see the outlines of some kinds of machines and crates.
Suddenly she got a bad feeling about where she was. Why would Darius want to meet her in a place like this? Something was wrong. Supergirl turned quickly to the man.
He seemed to be expecting her to do so and instantly replied, "Just a little farther, miss."
Supergirl eyed him carefully. The man's eyes moved from hers to something behind her. Supergirl had enough time to cock her head slightly, then she heard something behind her. Before she could turn to face it the figure jumped at her. She felt a thin, covered cable loop over her head. Before she could react, the figure pulled hard on the cable. Supergirl felt her body lurch back into its. She felt a burly chest behind her as she gasped for air. She was able to slip a finger under the cable, but then the man lifted her from the ground. She choked viciously as she tried to free her neck for some oxygen. The man wrapped the cable around her again and crossed it in an "x" behind her neck, then he slowly set her back down to the floor. She caught another figure moving about in the shadows, but she couldn't pick much else up. She pulled forward as the cable loosened. She coughed hard and then took a deep breath of air. Before she could finish the cable tightened around her neck and she coughed her precious air out.
Then she caught a glimpse of the third figure, a female. She was dressed in a business skirt. Her blonde hair was tied up in a bun and her face was well done with makeup. She had a handful of leather straps in her hand. She tossed several to the man who'd led Supergirl down here. Both bent down and grabbed one of her legs. Supergirl kicked. The woman lost her grip on Supergirl's boot, but the other man kept her tightly under his grip. She felt the leather strap tighten around her ankle. The man behind her responded with a growl and he almost crushed her neck under the cable. Supergirl tried to scream. She tried to swing her elbows, but nothing would work. She couldn't fight him. She stopped struggling. The cable loosened and her breathing started again.
"Good," the man said in a low voice, "We've learned our first lesson?"
Her other ankle was now tightly trapped under the leather strap. Then they went to work on her hands. They forced her arms in front of her. They slipped two thick metal clamps around her arms just below her wrists. Then they put a leather strap into the loopholes. The woman pulled hard on the strap and Supergirl's wrists were forced close to each other. The woman tossed the strap to her accomplice and he reached up and pulled down a thick chain. The chain looked like it belonged on a 19th century ship. The links were 5 inches long and the metal was easily 3/4 of an inch thick. Before she knew it, Supergirl's hands were bound to the hook on the end of the chain. Slowly the chain pulled above her head.
She coughed as the cable was finally removed from her neck. "What..." She gasped as the leather straps attached to her ankles began to pull apart. She tried to fight them, but it was some kind of machine. The leather remained tight, despite her efforts, and momentarily her feet were being dragged. Her hands continued at ascend above her head as another winch swallowed the slack of the chain. "No!" She screamed as her arms tightened and her body was hoisted into the air. Her legs were spread from each other at almost 90 degrees and her feet were well off the ground. Supergirl was being hung by her hands. The clamps on her arms kept her weight off her wrists, otherwise this position would have been much more painful.
"I don't suppose we should introduce ourselves, should we?" the woman asked as she glanced toward the men.
"Sure..." one of the men said. "Go ahead," he offered.
"Well," the woman said as she stepped in front of the spread Supergirl. "My name is Laura. This is Anthony, and here is Danny." Danny was the name of the guard who had brought her down here. Anthony and Laura were younger than he. They were both in their mid 20s. Anthony was not quite as large as Danny either, but he was still well built. His short dark hair shined in the dim lights.
Anthony slowly stepped forward and Laura moved aside. "Do you know what WonderWoman was doing 11 months ago to this day, Supergirl?" Supergirl winced as she tried to free her arms. There was no way. She couldn't do anything to the cuffs. "...Okay, fine. I'll tell you. She was right about where you are...yes. Do you know what she was doing?"
Supergirl looked up at him with a mix of anger and fear in her eyes. Anthony enjoyed the combination. He stepped closer to her. "She had her legs spread...just like you...she was screaming for help...she was struggling for freedom...but. No...she didn't get away. That fucking bitch was good too! Wasn't she Danny?" Anthony called.
"You're damn right!" Danny answered loudly. They where showing Supergirl the value in screaming. She knew this was well beyond planned. No one could hear her, but why would these two men do this to her like this? Supergirl was confused. They could have done this in her room. And where was Darius? She felt something awkward about the whole situation. Why would they want her to know that no one could hear her? Were they breaking some of Darius' rules?
Laura stepped forward. She came right up to Supergirl. The Maid of Steel had never felt so vulnerable. Her legs were spread apart and she could do nothing. And now there was this woman standing in front of her. Laura's eyes were fixed on Supergirl's.
"These two fools want to take all the credit themselves, but you know... Princess Diana, spread her legs to me too." Laura moaned reminiscing of that sweet Amazon pleasure.
"You're lying, you pricks!" Supergirl yelled. 'Wonder Woman was working undercover. She arrested five drug lords in South Africa then!"
"Actually, she was supposed to be undercover for...what was it… four days? Yeah, that was it. Actually, she was...a private entertainer for those days. On the final day, she was shipped to South Africa and Danny here professionally set up those boys to be druglords and WonderWoman just happened to be in the right place at the right...time. That fucking whore must've come a thousand times during those days! She could barely walk when it was over! She gave herself some scratches during the incident in South Africa, so when officials came by to clean up, she had an obvious reason to be...limping." Anthony said. "Do you have any idea what kind of people you work with? Any clue about the fucking whores you trust so much?
"You lie! Why didn't anyone know about it, then? The Justice League would have- " She was cut off.
"Do you think a slut with that much pride would want to talk about such a humiliating experience?" Danny interjected.
"Would you?" Anthony pressed as he placed his hands on her hips. Supergirl gasped.
"No! Don't!" She screamed.
"You know..." Laura said as she placed her hands on Danny's chest. "She was loving it by the end." Then she turned her lips up to his and gave him a long passionate kiss. Supergirl arched her neck back to protect her own lips as Anthony leaned forward and placed his mouth on her neck.
"It must be nice to be able to regenerate your clothing... Isn't it Supergirl?" Danny smirked. "It saves us the extra work of undressing you carefully." He stepped around Supergirl and Laura followed him. Supergirl heard a switchblade behind her back.
"Don't...Please. I beg you not to. Please!" Supergirl pleaded. The knife sliced easily through her cape. Then she felt it inserted under her costume. The cool blade rested on her spine. With a small twist and careful precision, Danny cut through Supergirl's costume leaving her beautiful skin unscathed. Her tight costume pulled apart. Anthony continued to kiss her neck. She felt his tongue on her collarbones. She felt his breath on her chest. Danny unzipped her costume completely down to her panties. When he finished. He tore what he could away. Then he inserted the knife into Supergirl's sleeves. He cut through the fabric just as easily and just as carefully. They were worried about hurting her, cutting her. He had unsheathed her left arm, then he went and did the same for her right.
Supergirl stood suspended in the air with only her red panties and her knee high red boots. Anthony stepped back as Danny pulled the ravaged costume away. He tossed it into the darkness.
"Wow!" Anthony jarred as he caught a sight of her full breasts. "I think WonderSlut would be jealous if she saw you like this! I think it was easier for her to fuck Laura because she knew she had more... Don't you suppose Laura?" Anthony said.
"Fuck you!" Laura cursed.
Anthony laughed. "She was good though, wasn't she? Fine shaved pussy...great body... good face, but I don't think she compares to you, Supergirl. No, she doesn't."
"The bastard's right about that," Laura said as she admired Supergirl from the back. Laura had her hands wrapped around Danny's waist. She stroked his bulging cock through his pants.
Supergirl felt Anthony drop his face. She couldn't prepare herself. His lips closed around her erect right nipple. Anthony moaned as he sucked passionately at his prize. "Unghh." Supergirl groaned as the mixed feelings of fright, anger and pleasure began to boil in her body...again.
Anthony continued to suck on her breast. She felt his tongue caress her sensitive tip. His teeth as they pressed against her sweet breast. The felt a finger insert itself in the back of her panties. She groaned as she felt the switchblade cut way her dampening underwear. Anthony sighed as he stopped sucking her nipple. He bent down and took the knife from Danny's hand. Then he grabbed and handful of her panties and pulled them from her body. He continued with the knife. He drew the blade under her and then between her legs. He finished and tossed the knife away. Danny's hands slid the split sides of her panties down her legs. They fell to the ankle straps and stayed there on top of her boots.
Supergirl was held in her captors' control completely naked (save her boots). Her body glistened with perspiration as Anthony again placed his lips on her skin. His mouth was lower now. His lips were on her belly. She began to sweat more now. Her hair was getting wet. She jerked at her bonds. "Nooo." She pleaded futilely.
Danny had already removed most of his clothes, with Laura's help. He kicked his boots away and took Laura in his arms. She struggled to push her skirt down. Danny decided to aid her and she quickly went to work on the buttons of her blouse. By the time she reached the bottom, Danny had finished with her skirt and stockings. She gave up with being gentle and simply tore the last two buttons off. They bounced away in the darkness. Danny brought himself up before her and grabbed a tight fistful of the hair in the back of her head. He pulled her face to his as his other hand began to unfasten her bra. Then Danny spun her around so that she was back to back with Supergirl. Danny put his lips on hers again and Laura fell into Supergirl. Her back was wet too. Supergirl closed her eyes as she felt the other woman's ass against her own.
Anthony slowly made his way down Supergirl's belly. He saw her legs give several harsh jerks at their bonds, but it was no use. Anthony ran his lips through the wet blonde hair of Supergirl's mound. She cooed as her damp hair bowed under his skin. She felt his breathing between her legs. It was she who was excited now! Her body ready for the pleasure game again! But Anthony never put his tongue on her skin. Instead he stood up, unfastened his own pants and removed his shirt. His burly chest glistened from his own sweat. He kicked his clothes aside and set his jacket down on top of them.
Anthony leaned close to her. Supergirl felt his chest against her breasts. She moaned at the sensation. "How was Nathan?" He asked.
"Nathan?" Supergirl asked confusedly as she tried to get her mind off of Laura's body, which was now touching her back profusely.
Anthony smiled, "Nathan is Darius' pretty boy. He's the one that knocked you up in the alley." Supergirl groaned. "Believe me. I'm bigger than him." Anthony gave a laugh. Then he straightened and his cock slid into Supergirl's lubricated pussy.
"No!" Supergirl screamed, "You can't do this!"
Anthony laughed again. Danny said from behind her, "Who's going to stop us... You?" All of them laughed at that. Laura pulled Danny closer to him and his shaft slid into her slit. She let out a pleasing moan as her body became more lax. She tried to put as much of her skin on Supergirl as possible. Danny knew the game. He pushed himself hard into her, knowing that she'd be driven into Supergirl's back. Danny began pumping Laura passionately.
Supergirl twisted her head as Anthony's erect cock pressed into her. She groaned at the sensation of his large cock in her fuckhole and Laura's skin at her back. Laura's body obeyed Danny's pumps and she rocked into Supergirl at each thrust. Anthony mirrored the movements, so that each time Supergirl was pushed toward him, he thrust his own cock into her pussy. Anthony was leaning into her body. She felt his skin. His hands on her breasts, her sides. She felt him stroking her as his cock pushed into her slit and then out again.
Supergirl knew they had practiced something like this before. Their motions were so fluid! She felt her body contort as her orgasm approached. She tried to use her muscles to hold it back, but her was unable to. "NOOO!" She screamed as her first orgasm burst through her love canal. Anthony took so much pleasure in her pain that he was forced to laugh. Supergirl bowed her head against his shoulder. Anthony shot a load of cum into her. She heard him let out a long sigh as he slowly pulled his upper body from hers.
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(VII)
"Did you enjoy that, Supergirl?" Anthony asked as he removed his dripping cock from her pussy.
"Fuck you." She said. She'd never cursed at anyone before, but then again she'd never been never raped before...had she? She remembered this Nathan. She remembered his penis in front of her pussy. But he didn't rape her, did he? No. He asked her. She... She accepted him. She had given herself in lust for him and he screwed her at her own will. She didn't get raped by him. She was not asked this time.
Anthony smiled. He dropped to his knees and pulled her body towards his. Supergirl groaned but she could do nothing. Anthony placed his lips on her wet pussy. Supergirl shook from the sensation. He licked her clit several times as he collected their mixed juices in his mouth. Then he stood up. Supergirl was ready to turn her head but a pair of female hands suddenly gripped her face from behind. Supergirl opened her mouth in shock and Anthony took the opportunity to thrust his face on hers. He dumped the warm juices into her unsuspecting mouth. Again his cock slipped between her pussy lips. She felt Laura's form leave her own and her body was left to feel the cool air on her wet skin.
Supergirl waited in agony for Anthony to put his tongue between her teeth. He never made the dumb mistake. She had to settle with simply biting his lip. She bit down...hard. The moment she did so though, Anthony responded with an incredibly hard blow to her gut. Supergirl immediately let go as the wind was knocked from her lungs.
Anthony stepped back. Then he took a hard punch to her face. Supergirl's neck snapped back from the blow. Her mind went spinning from the intense hit. "Don't you ever bite again, you fucking bitch!"
Supergirl slowly began to recover from his swings. Damn it all if she didn't have her powers. Anthony stepped around to her backside. Laura came around in front of her and she held a black leather belt with a 16 inch arched rod bisected by the shiny fabric. Supergirl moaned as she figured out what it was for.
Laura placed the straps around her waist and fastened them securely. One end of the rod was inserted into her sopping pussy and the other arched upward in front of her like a penis. She fastened the rest of the straps. Then she turned to Supergirl. The heroine's eyebrows furrowed in the middle and gave Laura a pleading look. Laura responded with a dark smile. Her eyes dropped to Supergirl's breasts. She reached down and flipped a small, embedded switch on the two-sided dildo. Supergirl head the sex toy come to life with a gentle vibrating hum.
Laura stepped right up to her and put her lips close to Supergirl's. "Mmmm." She mewed passionately as the vibrator aroused her for a second orgasm. "You have to feel this, Supergirl." She said with another moan.
Supergirl felt Danny place his hands on her armpits. She groaned at his touch. Then he leaned into her. His penis pressed upward between her ass cheeks. She grew noxious at this new sensation and the proximity of this naked woman in front of her. Laura gently slid her hands down Supergirl's body. She pushed her fingers unobstructed through Supergirl's soaking wet pussy. Supergirl moaned loudly as Laura's fingers slithered into her slit. She felt two, then three, and then four of the fingers from both of Laura's hands between her legs. Then she winced as Laura's fingers pulled at the sensitive skin. Supergirl screamed as Laura continued to open her lips. "Ahhh!! Unggh!" She cried as Laura tugged harshly at her lips. Then Laura pushed her dildo gently into Supergirl's pussy. Supergirl felt the vibrating device enter her and she snapped her head back as powerful sensations shook through her. It was different than having a penis in her. The vibrator was immensely pleasing. Supergirl for the first time, in a way, wanted to be with this group. She was losing her ability to resist. The vibrator was so magnificently gratifying that she was pleased to have it between her legs!
"Mmmm. I think she likes the dildo!" Laura shouted as her hands maneuvered up to Supergirl's breasts. Supergirl opened her mouth and let out a loud cry as Laura's gently fingers messaged her luscious breasts. She screamed again as the vibrator brought her to another orgasm. She heard Laura laugh. "You are enjoying this, aren't you." It wasn't a question. Supergirl knew she didn't need to give an answer.
Then Supergirl felt Danny's hands stroking her sides. They moved from her waist to her armpits. They sent majestic tremors through her body. Danny leaned in closer. His erect shaft pleaded for its own orgasm. Danny pulled his cock back. He placed his hands on Supergirl's butt and parted her cheeks. Supergirl's eyes went wide as she felt his lubricated cock push its way into her hole. She groaned.
Laura continued to taunt her with, "You like that, don't you... SuperSlut. You want more... you fucking whore." Laura removed her hands from Supergirl's breasts and placed them on her victim's cheeks. Supergirl was too engulfed in pleasure to fight back. Laura leaned into her and placed her lips on Supergirl's. The Maid of Steel's body yearned for more. She felt Laura's hard nipples pressing into her own. She was a little unnerved by her reaction to Laura's body on her own, but she forgot about it. Laura kissed Supergirl passionately as she came to her own orgasm. Supergirl was incapable of reciprocating the lustful appeals that Laura was so indulged in. She could do nothing but let Laura kiss her. Supergirl's mouth was frozen open from the immense pleasure. She felt Danny stroking her sides again. Anthony was behind Laura which his cock between her buttcheeks. His hands were exploring her. Supergirl screamed as she felt Danny's cum burst into her asshole. In a moment after that, Supergirl was forced to another climax, her most powerful yet! She screamed again, "Ahhhh!" as she felt Danny pull his shaft from her anus.
Suddenly, a loud boom echoed through the room. Supergirl was sprayed with...something. She felt a new liquid on her back. Then she heard Danny's body sailing through the air and it smashed into the ground with a hard thud. Supergirl looked up in surprise to see the dead eyes of Laura. Supergirl gasped as she saw a very large wound in Laura's forehead. Blood began to pour from the wound. Anthony fell away with a bullet in the side of his head. Supergirl's mind worked slowly, but she realized that there was more than one shooter in the room. There were three shooters! They fired at the same time! Not one of the victims knew what happened.
Supergirl looked at Laura's eyes...still a sense of pleasure in them from her last orgasm. Slowly Laura fell backward. Her body tumbled over Anthony's dead form.
Then the fact struck her. She was still alive! She heard footsteps behind her. Two people were walking up to her. "Get her down," a familiar voice said. Supergirl heard another pair of footsteps to her right. That person must have shot Anthony. Then the two behind her handled Laura and Danny without hitting her.
"Do you have a knife, Nathan?" Alanna's voice spoke to the shadow to Supergirl's left. Nathan stepped from the shadows, opened a Swiss army knife and cut the leather bond to Supergirl's right ankle. Then he tossed the knife to Alanna. She undid Supergirl's left ankle bond and then handed the knife back. Nathan walked up in front of Supergirl with the knife in hand. He looked on her strangely. It was the same man from the alley.
Supergirl saw nothing in Nathan's eyes... well, something, but no lust, no excitement, no anger, no fear... just... remorse maybe? He jumped up and swung the knife through the air. He succeeded in cutting through several of leather straps that bound Supergirl's arms together. Supergirl fell to the ground as the rest of the leather slid out of the eyeholes. Two strong arms caught her from behind. She didn't struggle. The arms lifted her up into a craddle.
"Alanna?" Darius said. Alanna responded and he continued, "Find me a blanket. Nathan, turn the light on and meet me in my office at 2300 hours."
"Yessir!" Nathan said. He walked toward the steps, flipped a couple switches several more lights shed their much-needed illumination on the dark and damp room. Nathan returned to the cradled Supergirl. He gave a soft sigh and then disappeared behind them. He proceeded away from the stairs. Supergirl heard him jump down onto some kind of metal platform. She was too tired to fight Darius for anything...even a position to see better.
"Don't worry, we came in the subflooring ventilation tunnels. There's only one door to this room." Darius said gently. Supergirl looked around. There were a dozen tables with all kinds of straps and chains and other devices of which Supergirl didn't want to find out their function. She closed her eyes as Darius stepped toward the stairs. Alanna returned with a blanket and wrapped it around the weakened Supergirl.
"You too, Alanna. 2300, OK?" Darius said before Alanna took off up the stairs.
"Absolutely, Executive Darius." She said. Then she disappeared in the bright hallway at the top of the stairs.
Again, Supergirl was carried to her quarters by the strong and comfortable arms of Darius. He placed her in the bathtub and turned the warm water on. He reached into one of his side pockets and pulled out a thin metallic bracelet. It reminded Supergirl of the first bracelet she brought to Earth. It was similar, but much heavier. The place where the crystal would have been was a shiny rimmed metal. Supergirl didn't have the strength to struggle. She let Darius lift her right hand and place the bracelet on her wrist. He gave a twist on the metallic cap. Supergirl heard something in the metal click. Then Darius released her hand.
"Leave it, Supergirl. Your powers will be back by the time you wake up tomorrow morning. I am the only one who has access to your room now." If you leave here or attempt to escape... I will release the video and all the photos. Tomorrow, I shall speak with you." Darius brushed some hair from her face. "Do you understand, Supergirl?"
Supergirl groaned. She cleared her throat and then said in compliance, "I understand. But wh-"
"Tomorrow." Darius cut her off.
To Be Continued…