(VIII)
Supergirl had cleaned up the previous night. Then she pulled her aching body over to the bed and slept. She had never felt so grossly vulnerable before. Her struggling against her bonds in yesterday's confrontation had pained her muscles far beyond what they were normally used to. She knew it was because of her powers. She would be so happy to have her powers back again. Darius said she'd have them back... She was very very happy to hear that.
Her aching body allowed her to sleep quite well. She was not disturbed. The next morning she woke slowly. Warm sunlight was pouring over her bed, but not in her eyes. The room was designed well, very well indeed. It was after midmorning. Supergirl began to stir gently under the thick white silky comforter.
Her muscles felt wonderful! Her powers! She tossed the covers down to her feet. Her naked form surprised her at first, but she remembered slipping into bed without putting anything on. Supergirl and Superman had always had the ability to manifest their costumes at will. It was their most basic of powers. Yet, last night, Supergirl didn't feel strong enough to walk even to the door. She was so tired! She somehow managed to get into bed and decided not to try to struggle with getting her costume back on.
The soft covers lay at her feet now. She used her powers to lift her body off the surface of the bed. She floated effortlessly into the air. She stretched her back and neck. Supergirl couldn't resist moaning out loud as her powers began to once again flush rampantly through her blood vessels.
"Ahhh." She cooed as she stretched her arms behind her back. She hovered in mid air about two feet off the bed. After another reviving stretch, she slipped through the air and set her feet down in front of the large mirror. Even after the long relaxing bath, she felt...dirty. Darius had killed all of those defiling grunts. Had they really done what they said to WonderWoman? Supergirl considered asking Diana when she was at liberty to do so, but then she wondered if the great Amazon Princess would be interested in sharing her similar experiences with Supergirl. Had Darius captured Diana as he had captured her? Supergirl sighed as she breathed in deeply and stared into her own eyes in the mirror.
Something was different about her. Her deep blue eyes were now...they had a special...presence in them. Oh, they were the same eyes, but something different about them. Supergirl didn't want to think about them anymore. She glanced at her body in the mirror. Her soft skin reflected its attractive luster through the mirror.
The feelings she'd experienced in the last day had proven to her something she never thought she'd understand. She remembered how many times she'd accosted humans for their sexual behaviors...their habits, their mistakes. No, she'd never done it to them, but she'd done it to them in her mind. They seemed to thrive off the hope that they'd be able to share their fancies with another at their very next chance... relying solely on the hope that the next partner would be more beautiful than the last. Is that what Darius was doing? Somehow Supergirl guessed that this was more than just a sexual impulse of Darius', otherwise, he'd have taken her by now. He'd have taken her with the thugs yesterday if he wanted to. Why didn't he? Supergirl was confused by it.
She closed her eyes to the mirror and lifted her hands above her head. Her body shimmered in a new light. Her costume appeared instantly over her body. When she looked back in the mirror, she was suited up. Her universally recognizable costume, her long soft blonde hair, her deep blue eyes, her shiny red boots, and the white belt that capped her red mini-skirt. Was she really that attractive she said to herself. Is that what this was about? Simply taking the next most beautiful girl? Supergirl shuddered at the idea.
She noticed the addition to her costume... the bracelet. Its dull metallic surface with the capped quarter size metal cylinder on her wrist. She examined the metal closer. She'd never seen anything like it before. She tested the metal with her x-ray vision, and for some odd reason, she was not surprised when she was unable to penetrate the strange alloy. The metal was very heavy. The bracelet was an opened style metal that would slip onto her wrist and stay on, but it could be removed with an efforted movement off the back of her wrist. She considered doing so, but she remembered Darius had warned her about taking it off. She decided to obey. Perhaps she'd give him today's expected confrontation to start making some answers, or else, she'd have to start generating them for him.
Supergirl walked out of the bedroom and into the large hallway that lead into the kitchen. When she saw the kitchen she realized how starving she really was. She looked in the many hard wooden cupboards and the refrigerator. She found several different kinds of fresh fruit and an attractive looking breakfast cake in the fridge. She compromised with her hunger and ate a segment of the delicious cake then had several pieces of fruit. Her stomach thanked her. As soon as she finished her meal, there was a knock at the door.
She was startled by it at first, and her memories revived the incidents of the previous day. She stood up and walked across the expansive living room. She came up to the door and looked through the small eyehole. It was Darius.
He looked calmly down the hall, then dropped his head to look at the floor. "May I enter, Supergirl?" He asked.
Supergirl sighed. Was it a question? She decided she wasn't really given a choice and simply answered, "Yes." Then she backed away from the door. Darius entered. He rose his head to meet her deep gaze. He stared back as if knowing her intentions. Supergirl had learned that when men were usually pliable, they'd break and shift their gaze if she bore down on them hard enough. Darius didn't flinch. She pursed her lips in disgust. What did he know that she didn't?
"I trust you slept w-" Darius started.
"Cut the crap, Darius. What is going on. Why have you detained me? Why were my powers gone, and what in the hell is this...bracelet!" She fumed as she held her arm up for him to see.
Darius smiled casually back and said dreamily, "Would you care for a walk, Supergirl?"
Supergirl rolled her eyes as she tried to summon up more patience. Darius turned and exited her quarters. He led the way down the hall to the elevator where two different guards were posted. They didn't even see the Girl of Steel as they couple passed. Darius stood in the front of the elevator and Supergirl was assumed to stand in the back. She decided to just follow him for now, hoping he'd actually answer some questions.
Darius had his finger-length black hair trimmed and it flowed back cleanly over his head. He stood a tall 6' with a young and firm face. She was forced to admit to herself that he was handsome, but what he had already done to her pierced Supergirl's impressions of him. It would be that way forever. He had effected himself on her bad side, and there he would stay until...either justice was done, or he was dead. Supergirl didn't know which. She felt so free to police again, now that her powers were back. She could crush Darius right now if she wanted to, but something was holding her back. A tiny warning on the edge of her conscious. Darius didn't seem to be the type to take many risks, so there must be a reason for him being so vulnerable now. Supergirl searched him for another canister of Kryptonite. He had none. She was confused again. Did he trust her that much?
They got out of the elevator and walked out into the large entranceway. Supergirl saw the big glass doors and was disappointed when they turned to walk the other way, down the long hallway.
Darius entered several doors that lead to other halls in the labyrinth of this facility. He kept moving and never looked back at her. Then he said as he continued to walk, "Tell me Supergirl, what do you know about the history of Kryptonians."
Supergirl didn't understand the relevance of the question and she didn't consider answering it until Darius froze and turned back at her. His eyes deep and concentrated. Supergirl looked away. Then she returned her eyes to his. "Kryptonians were native to the planet of Krypton. They lived there for as long as they could... " She stopped considered and then said, "With the realization of the dying star, we began making exploration colonies to find another planet that would support us... and..."
"You never found it, did you?" Darius said as he opened another door and held it for her. "You were on one of those colonies too. You were the... 4th generation on that colony, am I right?"
Supergirl stared at him in awe and didn't answer until he turned around again. "Y-yes. I was the 4th." She could sense Darius smiling at his knowledge of her. Supergirl heard something move. She quickly looked back. The corridors were well lit and she could see everything, yet nothing stood out. She shook the thought off and continued walking.
"This is not exactly what I was getting at though, Supergirl... Where did the Kryptonians come from? Where is your true home?"
Supergirl didn't understand. She'd been brought up knowing that Krypton was the home she never set foot on. Then when the star exploded, her homeworld was swallowed too. What was Darius talking about? They entered a large room. Sun poured into the large windows that made up the ceiling. Supergirl heard that sound again. It was a rumbling thump of some kind. She looked around again and Darius didn't seem to hear it at all. He continued into the expansive room furnished like it was some kind of auditorium or theater. The chairs weren't out, but the room was shaped in a big triangle. The left side was on a platform and the right was on a slow rise. Again, she heard a pair of rumbling sounds. Seeing nothing she asked Darius. "What is that? That sound? It's here..."
Darius turned around, and looked up. "Oh...that...have you met..." There was a rush of light, and a strange watery ripple formed about eight yards from them. Supergirl scrupulously examined it. It refracted the light behind it, and several waves of blue-green electrical currents flowed on the surface of the ripples. Suddenly a pair of dark almond shaped eyes appeared. They reflected the pair of figures outside the ripple. The creature lurched from the ripple and Supergirl raised her hands in defense of herself, but the creature was extremely fast.
Within a second, it had traversed the 20 feet and wrapped its slimy fingers around her throat. Supergirl was forced back to the wall of the stage. The creature lifted her body from the ground and held her pinned against the wall.
"Don't kill her." Darius said.
The creature turned its head and gave Supergirl a profile. The creature had a gigantic form. Although its muscles weren't of great size, they obviously retained great strength...like her. The creature's face was tight and almond-like its eyes. The chin was small and the back of its head extended into a rounded point eight inches from where a human head might end. It was not a fat head, thin, but long...dynamic. The neck was thin and the veins obvious. The creature had wide shoulders and the joints of its arms were set back. Its torso was packed and it gave off the air that the figure was extremely powerful. The legs were its most alien part. The thighs went backward, and the knee joints were reversed. Then a second pair of knees well in front of the creature's waist. The forelegs dropped the long expanse down to the three-toed feet of the creature. The slimy greyish skin was shiny from the strange ripple it had just come from. The creature was dressed in scattered metal coverings. The metal was of the same kind as her bracelet, but the creature's armor was very shiny. He had plates on his thighs, knees, and shoulders. His torso was covered in several thin V-shaped bands of the odd metal. The creature easily stood nine feet high, but its form was condensed and compacted now so that it could stare her in the eyes and level with her.
Darius turned his head to Supergirl's after the creature had heeded his order. The ripple collapsed and disappeared. The creature's mirror-like eyes bore into Supergirl and she couldn't hide the fright on her face despite respectable effort. The creature cocked its head several different ways to get a good look at her face. Its wide mouth parted to reveal sharp teeth and a long slender tongue. The creature hissed hotly, and then gave a deep rumbling warning from its throat. Supergirl remained quiet. She would wait until the creature made a hostile move before becoming hostile back.
"Does he look familiar, Supergirl?" Darius asked like a police officer working on an important interrogation.
Supergirl felt the creature's fingers warming as the ripple's watery slime began to evaporate. It loosened its grip around her neck so she could speak. "Wha... What do you mean?" The words came out united with her exhales.
"You... you have many enemies on Earth here, don't you?" The question needed no real answer.
Supergirl said, "Yes, murderers, rapists, crimelords, and their nest of related types." The creature eased her back to the floor but kept its fingers tightly around her back. She had her hands on its wrists, but she didn't fight it. She was not ready yet. She needed answers, and its disgusting hands weren't killing her. So she let it steady her.
"Indeed." Darius said. "The unjust." He summed up. "But tell me, do you have an enemy who hates you so much, that he or she would be willing to suffer and die, just to see you doing the same? Is there anyone who would suffer until death to make sure that you would endure the same?" He pressed again.
Supergirl had many enemies, yes. But they would never die to see her die. They were always trying to find ways of killing her and keeping themselves alive, but never had she found one that fit Darius' description.
"No! No." Supergirl answered. "There's no one that hates me like that."
"Well then, I'd like you to meet Lysarius. He comes from a race of creatures known as Amassians. Does that ring a bell?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Supergirl hissed.
The creature pulled his head closer to hers. "FRRrr." It rumbled... "Forth... gener-Ation" it hissed finally.
"Yes, that it is my good friend." Darius turned to Supergirl again, "I suppose some things in history are better left away from the sweet innocent children... Yes, Supergirl? Amassians and... Kryptonians have a long history with each other." The creature released her neck and stepped back. It turned away, for a moment, it's eyes still bearing the dark fiery hatred in them. "You, Supergirl are an alien here. You are not from Earth, but... your forefathers were."
Supergirl stopped rubbing the icky fluid from her neck. "What?" She beamed at Darius.
"Almost six thousand years ago, the first UFO event in history was recorded in Egypt. According to the records, a bright light burned in the sky next to the sun for a whole day, and suddenly it vanished. Hundreds of Egyptian people disappeared with it. The fact is, all these people were severed from their normal existences, and pressed into xSpace. They traveled almost 240,000 light years in a matter of minutes and landed on a distant planet called Amassia... home of Lysarius here." The creature turned around again and paced in front of Supergirl back and forth with its eyes fixed on her. It seemed ready to devour her at a moments consent from Darius. "These people were bred with some slight modifications to their genetics. The Amassians use Africans because they are the only people on Earth who have the genes to replicate all other races. After several generations, the people became learned of the advanced technologies and accepted their new home. The Amassians were much more careful though. They kept the people spread out across great distances on the planet and the humans were never allowed much more than some basic contacts with each other, of course... for breeding purposes as well. The humans were forced to work as basically scientists for the Amassians. If you look at the physique of this creature... you can see why he'd prefer a human, like maybe myself, to deal with technological advancement."
Supergirl looked at the creature's fingers. It had two fingers and a thumb. All the digits were very thick. It was obvious that this creature couldn't work with microchips as well as humans.
"Humans," Darius continued. "Provided Amassians with great potential. Even though the humans always hated the Amassians, they worked and provided the Amassians with the technology needed for their growing race. The Amassian's genetic alterations to the human's genomes, gave them virtually the limitation of their genetic abilities... far more gifted than the Amassians. The humans had superior strength, a more powerful intellect, and abilities such as flight, and x-ray vision."
"No. That's not true!" Supergirl blared at Darius. "We are from Krypton!"
Darius smiled, "When the humans actually gave the Amassians enough technology to pose as a threat to other alien races, these races attacked the Amassians to sorta put them back in their place. The Amassians used the newly developed weapons to protect themselves, but the conflict heightened. During the chaos, the humans were somehow able to develop a plan to escape. Just as the Amassians were beginning to take back their own planet, the humans disappeared into the black of space. With the startling disappearance, the Amassian's began to search for their slaves again. They discovered that the humans had found the planet of Krypton and set up a colony there. When the Amassians landed to take back the humans, it was too late. The humans had learned to control their flying abilities, and they had learned to unite in a common goal to protect, to be just, and to be for each other. The Amassians lost most of their fleet. The humans or now, Kryptonians had been able to protect their colony, but not without losses...the race was almost extinct. The Amassians retreated to their home planet vowing to pay the humans back for their losses. The Amassians progressed the way the had before the humans came...using machinery and robotics to handle the small parts of their technology, but... The key to their revenge rested in a weapon that none of the surviving Kryptonians knew existed. The Kryptonians had invented a chemical compound with a unique crystalline structure... This special material was a catalyst for fusion purposes. Do you know what the Amassians did with it?" Darius questioned sincerely.
Supergirl sneered at them both... "What?" She hissed angrily.
"They injected the compound into the Kryptonian star..." Supergirl's eyes widened. "Even though the compound didn't work as fast as the Amassians had hoped, they knew that the next planet capable of supporting the Kryptonians was almost 62 light years away... and the Kryptonians would never get there in time. Meanwhile, the Kryptonians became aware of their crises, and they deployed nine city-like colonies into space. This is where, I believe you come in... You were the 4th generation on the 1st colony. After the Kryptonian star was destoyed, the Amassians launched an offensive and they destroyed all of the nine colonies... You are the last of the Kryptonian-humans, Supergirl.
Supergirl stared back at the creature. Darius spoke for it. "It would die to see you suffer. It would sever it's limbs to see you in pain. You are the last of the creatures that destroyed so much of the Amassian Glory."
"You lie." Supergirl said.
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(IX)
"Do I?" Darius asked. "Well, perhaps you can tell me where you come from... Why are you so similar to humans? Why do the males of your Kryptonian race have the ability to breed with human females? Oh, that brings up another interesting point...doesn't it, Lysarius?" Darius said remembering. "Do you know what many of your foremothers did when they weren't working, Supergirl?"
Supergirl didn't want to answer. She didn't want to hear the answer, either.
"Well, the Amassians needed some entertainment from their long voyages and defense operations, and humans, while slightly different in physique from the Amassian's, were still quite capable of providing that. You see, the Amassian reproductive system is much like that of a bird, but even still, for some reason, they were...attracted to you earthgirls. They could never have intercourse with humans, but skin like this is very appreciated, don't you think?" Darius smiled as he stepped closer... "Do you know what is on your wrist, Supergirl?"
Supergirl stroked the cold metal in wonder.
"It is one of the original devices designed to keep the Kryptonian females in their place. Inside of the canister is a floro-Carbonic amino acid that is bonded with...Kryptonite on one side, and on the other it has a tyro edge... that is... the compound itself bonds to the surface of your blood cells... It attaches to you and stays with you... forever. The Kryptonite is not enough to kill you, but it is enough to render your powers inoperative for the rest of your life. Once the needle is exposed, the Kryptonite fills it... allowing the needle to easily penetrate your skin. You'd be in bed for a few weeks, and Supergirl would be...dead."
Supergirl gasped at the though. Her fingers tightened around the metal bracelet.
"It is opened ended for a reason, Supergirl." Darius said in warning. "The bracelet will inject you with the compound if you try to remove it... it was a constant temptation for your ancestors, but not one of them actually succeeded in removing it. Once they were injected, their bodies where thrust into space and they froze when they were too far from a yellow star. There is, of course, another way to release the Kryptonite... There is a neuro transmitter in my head... Yes...so at the whim of a thought, Supergirl is gone, and this glorious creature here, will have his revenge on the hated Kryptonians. Shall we see if I'm bluffing, Supergirl?
She did not answer Darius. Supergirl breathed slowly. She released the bracelet. The creature slowed its pacing movements and still kept its eyes on Supergirl's… studying her... as if it might learn something from looking at her eyes.
"Then what are the videos for? You could have brought me to this...thing in the beginning." Supergirl concluded.
"Ahh..." Darius said. "Actually we intended to take you to Lysarius as soon as we demonstrated the technology he used to bribe our help... a creature like this...couldn't go stomping around the streets in search of you... so... he... hired us. As you have seen, the technology is quite powerful and quite capable... the universe's most powerful woman couldn't handle it... so why should an army... or 20 armies or more... of the weakened human race be able to fend such power off?"
"You're gonna start a war with that technology?!? No! You can't! Do you know how many people will die??? Darius... you can't!" Supergirl pleaded.
The creature hissed violently, then sent a powerful blow across Supergirl's left cheek. The creature was strong... very strong. When she recovered from the blow, the creature extended its legs and lifted its massive form to loom above her. Then it bent forward and its lips sharply formed... "Sssstill the ssame goles? Sssstill the same Vayn effortsss... Do not yooo consider you own self a tttthreat?" The creature hissed then retreated to let her consider its question.
"How many armies can you stop, Supergirl? Is there a single way in which the humans could stop you from becoming a world dominator?"
Supergirl had thought of her powers like this before, but she couldn't consent to that! It was her job to protect the weak, to see justice out... Her powers were to serve those in need.
"Wwhat thennn..." The creature continued as it took a step towards her, "...if yourrr justisss is not right humann justisss?" The creature's eyes flinched violently, but it restrained from an impulse to strike at her again.
Darius stood, satisfied with the question and allowed Supergirl to answer. She couldn't... She looked at the creature in the eyes, then turned her head to think about it...how far would she go to protect the humans? What if in protecting them...she was attacking them, and in the same moment attacking them was protecting them? She had this problem in the wars that arose...which side was right? How long could she sit and do nothing while the humans battled with each other? She closed her eyes in the pain of such a situation.
"You do realize, don't you, Supergirl... why you have been given such beauty in the end?" Darius said as he stepped forward and put a hand on her shoulder. Supergirl woke from her frightful reverie and glared at Darius. He put his other hand on her neck. Supergirl reached back to put a very big dent in his head, but the creature loomed up behind Darius to give her an obvious warning against the move. She would have to take that thing out first, and Darius was in her way. If she moved against Darius first, then the creature, with its speed and strength, could easily gain the upper hand from the blows it would be able to make against her first.
She was trapped again...her powers were back but she was still trapped... What could she do? A move against Darius and the creature would have a mountain of time to test the resolve of her newly returned strength... a confrontation she did not wish to provoke having already witnessed the phenomenal strength of the creature. She let Darius hold her. She felt his hands drop to her sides. Then they moved behind her. She felt them caressing her back under her red cape. Supergirl was thinking of a way to get out.
With her new powers, she was able to resist the movements of the provoking Darius. She had already managed to control her feelings far beyond the capabilities of any human. Darius would not have her. He could not enter her vagina with his cock. She had her powers back now, and even her vaginal muscles could stop Darius in all his strength. She would not be raped again... She would rather die.
The creature strode up behind Darius. It loomed high over him as he continued to gently stroke her back. Supergirl felt Darius pull her body close. She felt his strong chest in front of her... pressing against her breasts. She was not excited though. His taunting efforts hadn't succeeded. She had a lot of control over her body now. Lysarius' lips opened and a wide grin spread over his dark mouth. He bent his head toward the sky and closed his big eyes.
Supergirl felt him...his mind expanding... He was...pushing. She felt his conscious press into her mind. She noticed...it was a weak presence. A presence incapable of controlling her will, but she still feared it. The creature kept that awful grin on its face as its mind began digging around her own. She tried pushing it with some success, but every time she'd direct it from one area of her being, it would head somewhere else, as if that's where it intended to go. She felt it stirring up memories and...feelings...then leave them and move on. It was searching for something.
Supergirl felt it push into an area of feelings to which she was quite new to... She felt her computer at her fingertips... the memory...she remembered her computer screen. She saw the e-mail…the pictures. The creature manifested the images for her conscious. She pushed them out one at a time, but every time she succeeded in barricading her mind from one source, the creature brought up another. She saw those women again...their bodies exposed to their partners... She heard their voices. They were moaning in wild ecstasy. Supergirl continued her fighting and finally the creature finished. It opened its eyes and looked down at her.
She betrayed her feelings. What was it doing? She asked herself. The Amassian's eyes flickered again, and it laughed. It again tilted its head towards the sky, and Supergirl again felt its mind burst into her own. She tried to push him out and she felt his grasp weaken, then...she felt something new...a different kind of memory... She was no longer looking at the memories of those women... she was the women! She felt her mind conjure up memories that she never had! She felt a hand on her neck... lips on her ear. She pushed the memories from her, but the creature manifested another!
Supergirl felt a pair of female hands on her hips. A cock between her breasts. She groaned as the feelings reemerged. She fought the creature with all her strength, but it kept cycling around her...as if it were playing ring-around-the-rosy with her conscious. She couldn't seem to catch it long enough to effort a push to get it out of her head! And she was getting lost in the frenzy of feelings coming from its magical ability to manifest such sensations. Supergirl still felt Darius touching her back. She saw him pull away from her, then she closed her eyes as the feeling of a man's fingers pressed between her legs. She moaned at the sensation.
Darius looked at her... "Your third weakness, Supergirl..." He whispered quietly. Then he leaned forward and kissed her full red lips. Supergirl slightly opened her mouth simply from the combination of the feelings she was experiencing. Darius' hands slid around her body. She felt them press against her and she fell up against the wall. Then his hands drifted down her belly. She felt his palms glide over her belt and over the top of her legs... She shivered as they reached the skin at bottom of her short skirt. She felt the fingers run over her legs as they made their way towards her red panties. Darius kissed her again. His tongue messaging her taut lips. He saw her skin... it was damp. Her hair was becoming soiled from the combination of all the transpiring events.
She felt Darius move his fingers gently onto the tight fabric of her underwear. "Can you resist anymore?" He asked as his fingers crossed over her pussy. She was lubricating... Supergirl felt her body soften and the air seemed to sear her skin. Her body was sweating in anticipation everywhere. She felt the creature's presence ease away from her. Darius' lips where kissing her passionately. Her mind was swimming with desire. She felt Darius gently pull her from the wall. He kept his hands under her skirt as he moved behind her. Then he slowly traced her length back up her body.
Supergirl saw her chance. She could hit the creature and then take a swing at Darius, hopefully put him into an unconscious state. Her mind worked slowly as Darius' magnetizing hands stroked tenderly up her dampened costume. Supergirl lurched forward... She felt Darius' arms tighten. His fingers pressed into her gut as he held onto her. He held her! His body... his arms! They were still touching her!
She felt Darius pull her body back to his... "Are we aware of our third weakness now? Do not forget Supergirl, you are human... you have human desires... human passions... human... lusts...
Supergirl couldn't understand it. Darius... a man had held her from her offensive. He couldn't, he was only human! His strong hands continued to move up her body. Darius leaned his head down and placed his lips on her shoulder just above where her cape sank into her costume. Supergirl moaned as his lips touched her warm skin. She imagined how Darius was feeling. Her head hung limply on her shoulders as Darius' hands cupped the undersides of her breasts. Supergirl moaned out loud. She felt Darius exhale slowly on her skin. He lifted his palms slowly over her luscious breasts. "Do you really want to fight me, Supergirl?" He asked gently.
Supergirl's body had given in. She craved his touch. She loathed the colder sensations where Darius' hands were not touching her. She felt his palms cover her erect nipples. She felt them pushing harshly into her costume again, in a most bindingly painful sensation. She felt his fingers touching her so carefully, so gently... she loved the way he fondled her. He was so comforting. She could relax so easily.
Then she felt a new sensation. She opened her eyes to see the creature kneeling before her. She saw its eyes beaming into hers; a flickering sensation passed through her of what it would feel like to... touch it. She pushed it away, disgusted. The creature's skin was much smoother now. The plasmic residue had completely evaporated, and now only the soft skin of the Amassian was left. It, like both other members in the huge room, was covered in a thin layer of perspiration. It too was...excited like they were. Supergirl felt Darius' hands grow firmer as she stiffened at the sight of the creature.
The creature shot its head forward, which reached up to about her breasts. With a quick movement, it wrapped its hand around her right leg and its other hand lay flatly on her covered pussy. The creature cocked it's head slightly, "Ffforget now, why yooo werre altered... Superone." Supergirl put it together now. Her beauty... her pure beauty was for these creatures! They were the one's who mutated her forefathers and foremothers... They were the ones who forced her ancestors to perform this kind of entertainment. Supergirl tried to kick the creature, but her effort amounted to simply denting its skin. It gave her a weak smile then slipped both hands under her skirt.
Supergirl grunted at the effort to try and get away from Darius' grip but he was incredibly strong now! Or was she weak? Darius spoke of her third weakness. What did he mean? Yes, she knew... she knew now... it referred to her body's lusts. She had to counter her powers if she was to make love to humans, otherwise she'd crush them in her ecstasy. Her genes would humanize if she became sexually aroused... and that's why Darius and the Amassian went through so much to get her aroused... they had succeeded and she... was enjoying Darius' touch. She loved it when he touched her. But the creature frightened her. According to the history... it was her master... she a slave...
After some effort the creature managed to get its fingers under her panties. She felt it pull at her wet red underwear. She groaned as the cool air around her drifted over her exposed skin. The creature slowly pulled the panties down to her knees. Then it placed its massive hands around her ankles... Darius kept a firm grip on her body and her hands were useless as they draped over the top of Darius' arms.
The Amassian eased closer to her... it looked with interest on her legs. She saw its tongue slither from its lips. The creature closed its eyes and Supergirl was thankful that its deep black eyes no longer bore into her. She felt the long wet tongue flicker across the inside of her leg. The creature held her legs so that they were slightly spread apart. Then it suddenly thrust it long tongue into her. Supergirl jumped at the snakelike skin pressing into her slit. She screamed as she felt the blunt tongue stroke the inside of her pussy. She struggled, but something was different... her struggles were certainly a mix of sensation and agony, but the pain was not excruciating... The creature pulled its tongue from her and thrust it back into her wet pussy.
Supergirl felt the creature's mind slide back into her own... She couldn't fight it at all this time... She concentrated on Darius' soothing strokes to her sensitive nipples. The creatures presence was active in her mind... she felt her senses dulled... no, that wasn't it... she felt her senses of the creature being dulled. Its figure became less obvious in her head... she didn't remember how it looked... how its skin felt... she only felt the sensational tongue between her legs, and she was loving it! The creature had succeeded in clearing itself from Supergirl's mind... for now. Her memory of it would return as soon as his presence left and her mind was free to wander around itself again. The creature's tongue began to pump into her now. She felt the thick slender skin push into her and again and then again. She moaned again as her orgasm welled up in her hips. She felt Darius continuing to stroke her... oh, how she desired his skin to be on hers! Supergirl couldn't hold herself anymore. She knew her body was bucking wildly against the stiff cock of Darius behind her and this wonderful thing between her legs.
Her orgasm burst from her body and she moaned in deep ecstasy. She felt the organic length lick her pussy from its inside. Then it began stroking the external fragile and sensitive clit.
The creature licked as much of the juices from her wet mound as it could. Then... it stood up... Hissed at the dreamy Supergirl and raised a deathly furious arm to crush her skull. Her powers being gone, it knew she would feel nothing and complete revenge on the Kryptonians would be complete.
Darius raised his head though. His eyes beamed into the creatures and he slowly began to shake his head in a very meticulous warning. The creature flinched. It never removed its eyes from Darius'. Then a grin spread across its face as it sank away from them... The air began to flow a little and a soft rumble emerged from behind the creature... Its form continued to sink in the expanding presence of the ripple forming behind him. The blue-green static emissions warped coolly over the xSpace rift. Then the creature disappeared into the watery gate it and the refractory energy portal disappeared.
Supergirl heard the sounds fade and then the presence in her head slowly disappeared. She felt a soft satin under her as she now sat. She felt Darius' hands on her breasts still and her panties were at her knees. His lips on her shoulder... kissing her... His hands caressing her full breasts... Supergirl yearned for more. She craved his hands to be on her skin. She lusted for him...
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(X)
Supergirl felt her body roll onto its back as steamy vapors dissipated. A thin filmy residue covered her skin and dampened her costume. She felt the delicate strokes of caressing fingers moving along her length. She moaned as her excitement grew without bound. The hand was strong. She felt it drift from her neck down her chest... between her firm breasts...farther. She felt it drift across her moistened abdomen.
Supergirl was lying on her back and the soft silky feeling of her hair and what must be pillows beneath her head. She raised her left hand to the shadowy figure lying along the bed next to her. His masculine body was strong, firm, and... attractive. Supergirl wrapped her hand around his neck and hesitated a moment. No. She said to herself... I don't care anymore. I need him, and maybe he needs me. Supergirl pulled Darius to her.
He couldn't resist. True, it was partially due to her beauty, but...her powers were still with her, despite the fact that they were steadily being countered by her raising excitement. Supergirl felt Darius lips open on hers. She lifted her chin and sucked tenderly at his lips. She kissed him passionately... Darius didn't kiss her back. He didn't refuse her his lips, but he wouldn't suck on hers.
After Supergirl had grown exceedingly frustrated, she opened her eyes. The darkness was welcoming, but there were a few lights spread dimly through the apartment, which showed Darius features quite nicely against the darkness behind him. Supergirl looked at his shirt. His jacket was off, and his shirt was partially unbuttoned. His belt and pants still fixed in place like a proper businessman. He stared plainly back at Supergirl. His eyes drifted to her hair...so silky...so soft.
They were in Supergirl's room. Darius' clothing also had the clear liquid residue on it, but the material was evaporating from them both quickly, only to be replaced by their perspiration. Darius breathed in Supergirl's scent. He wondered if that was something she put on, or if it just naturally came with her abilities. His eyes made their way back to hers. He found himself staring deep into her beckoning blue irises.
Supergirl gave a half smile as if she perhaps sensed the problem. "What's wrong?" she asked.
Darius sighed. He stopped his hand motions along her body and lifted himself. He carefully placed his left leg between hers and then his right. He put his hands down next to her sides and Supergirl raised hers to wrap around his neck. She felt her blood boil as the last of her powers became dormant in her aroused state.
"I've never... I've dreamed about this moment for almost a year now. And... now that it's..." Darius said between thoughts. He was distressed about something. His eyes were cool, his body semi-relaxed, but his mind was unquieted over something.
"You've had me before Darius. The tapes remember?" the confused Supergirl said as her eyes wondered to his lips and her mind began pondering their potential again.
"The tapes... Those things never happened, Supergirl." Darius said calmly.
Supergirl's eyes snapped back to his. "What do you mean?" She asked sincerely. "Did you generate them? Computers?"
"No... nothing like that... You did. You generated them." Darius whispered.
Supergirl was trying to put it together. Darius didn't stroke her. He didn't touch her. He didn't shift. He lay completely still. Only his motion of breathing moved his form. "I don't... under...understand." She said after considering several more possibilities. If Darius was in the tapes, and he was, and she saw him making love with her... How could it have never happened? No computers.
"Lysarius gave you a drug to enhance the collision possibilities for your EvenTide Matrix. Darius said slowly.
Supergirl tried to take it in. "My what?" Supergirl said puzzled.
Darius explained, "Everytime you or anyone wakes up, their mind is pulled from its unconscious state to its conscious state. During this time, the mind has to remember its limitations, but there is a brief period where those limitations do not apply. The mind scouts for its reality and in doing so, it forms a kind of matrix. If your dreams and your will collide in the matrix, then the result is a living manifestation of that. Your nightmare... was being a prostitute... Lysarius just made it come true. The tapes were all manifested by you and given to your enemies. When you awoke, that nightmare was your reality... all of ours."
Supergirl thought for a while. "Then... you've never... taken me. You've had days, Darius... why have you not?"
"You never asked." He said plainly.
Supergirl was puzzled by that answer too. Darius clarified, "I may hold different ideals than you, Supergirl, but I can only be so many monsters." The reality of his vision returned to Supergirl. Yes, that thing was going to trade weapons for her. Darius would be able to conquer the Earth with them, and there'd be no one to stop him. No one. She couldn't and she was more powerful than anyone on the planet!
"Darius?" Supergirl posed as her mind began to wonder again. "Will that creature kill me?"
Darius looked off into space. "I am not sure. I do not know what it wants to do exactly." He looked back into her eyes...easily becoming lost in them.
Supergirl studied him for a moment. He was thinking and then losing himself in her. Oh, how easy it was to lose herself in him! She knew from his face that he told her what he knew. He was at the mercy of this creature as much as she was. Lysarius made the deal with Darius... Darius was just doing his side of it... he had to deliver the Supergirl. Supergirl didn't to think about this anymore. She didn't want to see Lysarius in her head anymore. She just wanted Darius.
She slowly picked her head up off the pillows and placed her lips on his again. He opened his mouth to accept her this time. Supergirl's passion exploded at that simple little acceptance. Her repressed erotic feelings overwhelmed her within seconds. She kissed his lips so very passionately. Darius teased her by pulling his head back and then giving to her. He was stronger than her now, his body quicker, more agile, he was a male sapiens, and she was as a female... desperately in need of his touch. She laughed as she began to catch onto his game.
Her nipples were rock hard under her costume. If they could scream both partners would have to cover their ears. Supergirl tried to get this point to Darius... She opened several more buttons on his shirt, then slipped her hands in onto his gut. His moist skin... so wonderful under her hands. Darius slid his hands farther under Supergirl. His fingers driving around her back as he enveloped her in his strong grip.
Supergirl felt the bulge in his pants rub against her wet skirt. She cooed passionately as she imagined how he felt. She could feel her panties down at her knees where Lysarius had left them, but she yearned to have the binding elastic underwear off!
Darius hands finally reached her shoulders. His fingers gently slid into the fabric under her cape. Supergirl felt his fingernails against her skin as he slowly began to ease the costume off her shoulders. She moaned as her damp skin was exposed to his eyes. Her angelic body shimmered in the faded lights. Supergirl was forced to pull her hands from Darius body as the costume continued to drift downward. She placed her hands at her sides even though they ferociously resented not being able to touch him.
Darius pulled the costume off her chest. His eyes tracked it as the skin of her firm breasts became visible under the retreating blue fabric. Supergirl's hands grew even more restless. She wanted to feel him, to touch him... to touch all of him at once. She wanted to be touched everywhere at once too. She wanted his lips on her lips... her neck... her chest... yes... her breasts coveted his lips. Supergirl arched her back to aid him in moving faster, but Darius remained slow. His movements agonizingly retarded for Supergirl. She was so aroused that it hurt not to feel his skin. Darius pulled the costume off her breasts and it wrinkled with the new excess. Her arms were now bound at her sides as the costume continued to drift until Darius released it at he waist.
Supergirl pulled at her arms so that she could put them on him again. But, the fabric of her damp costume clung to her arms. She pulled at them, but they simply gave until she was done struggling. Then when she'd return her hands to her sides, the costume would relax. Her arms were trapped. She was bound.
Darius smiled at the site. He straightened slightly and pulled the white shirt off his burly arms, snapping the last buttons in the process. Supergirl gazed desperately at his chest. His strong chest covered with dark hair...his wide shoulders and powerful arms. He's beautiful, she thought. Darius kept his eyes on hers. He leaned forward. His chest pushed against her breasts. Supergirl moaned in pleasure as her skin was finally answered its pleas. Darius put his lips to hers again and Supergirl closed her eyes wanting to be lost in this passionate connection. Darius' lips opened on hers and her pushed his tongue forward. Supergirl felt the tongue stroke the contours of her lips then it shifted to her teeth. Darius' lips clamped down on Supergirl's upper lip and he pulled at it with stunning vigor. Supergirl's throat was easily able to comply as she released wondering moans with each breath. She was drowning in him. Darius again pushed his tongue forward. This time, he met hers.
He stroked her arms with his hands. Her wet skin shivering under his sensitive touch. He knew she was in pain. His mind imagined himself being in such a position. After a long kiss that lasted well over a minute he pulled his face downward. His lips drifting along her chin as they moved to her neck. He closed his eyes... feeling her. Supergirl's throat betrayed another desperate moan. Darius kept his pace and extended his tongue, which drew another loud coo from Supergirl. His tongue drifted lightly along the base of her neck. He pulled it to her left collarbone leaving a trail of shiny saliva to mix with her shimmering skin.
Darius moved conspicuously towards her right breast leaving a swirling trail of clear saliva in the wake. Supergirl pushed her breasts towards him and Darius' tongue rolled gently over her stiff nipple. Supergirl moaned at the sensation. Darius' majestic charm swooped off her nipple to trace the contours of her breasts. Supergirl was growing furiously anxious. Her inability to satisfy her needs called for more passionate moans. After casually exploring Supergirl's breast, Darius returned his hungry lips to her nipple. He collapsed around it and began to suck at the tender flesh. His tongue stroked her flowered tip with dance-like precision. She felt his wet member bend her nipple towards her face then he'd release it and suck on it again sending waves of erotic splendor driving through the Girl of Steel like lightning. Her body grew hotter and she knew that his passionate sucking was going to drive her to an orgasm.
Darius decided to aid her rampaging sensations. He reached down with his left hand sliding lightly over the wrinkled fabric of her costume. Supergirl gasped in anticipated pleasure as she felt it slide over her waist. Darius pulled at the mini-skirt until its bottom was rolled up in his hand. He lifted his body and placed the fabric with the rest of her wrinkled costume. Then he replaced his position on top of her. His hand drifted back onto her leg...teasing her again.
Supergirl's breathing was far beyond erratic now. She was breathing in as soon as she was breathing out, and sometimes sooner! Her hips kicked with excitement. Darius slid his hands to the inside of her leg. He could feel her wetness. Supergirl couldn't take it anymore. She whispered into the air, "Darius...please." Darius smiled then again closed his lips around her nipple. He placed his palm high on her mound. His fingers pressed into her wet hair as he pulled downward. The wetness from her cunt spread to his palm and his fingers.
Supergirl's waist seemed to swell as her orgasm mounted in her hips. Darius stroked the exterior of her sex with several fondling motions. Then he slowly inserted two fingers into her lubricated slit. Supergirl screamed as his fingers pushed past her craving lips. She pulled the muscles between her legs as Darius began to gently pump his fingers. Supergirl held her orgasm in her. She let Darius pump her fingers into her several more times before she was unable to contain her juices. She relaxed her muscles as her orgasm exploded from her hips. She held nothing back as Darius fingers continued to draw her body's climax from her. She was so free! Her body so pleased. Yet... she had not been completely satisfied... She needed to satisfy him. That's what she wanted.
Darius removed his fingers from her pussy and collected a decent amount of her cum on his fingers... He straightened so that his face was over hers, then he brought the dripping hand to his face. He licked the sweet juice running down the back of his hand. Then he placed his fingers on Supergirl's lips. Supergirl hesitantly extended her tongue to touch his soaked hand. She recovered a small dose of her love juice and her tongue retreated back into its cave. Darius placed his fingers on her lips and spread the warm cum on her rose colored flesh.
Supergirl moaned at the beautiful sensation thriving in her mouth. She opened her mouth to lick more of the sweet fluid, but instead, she found another pair of lips and a passionate tongue. Darius kissed her again, his lips mixing with hers...his tongue carelessly spanning her wet lips. He met her tongue after another wide stroke. Supergirl moaned as she licked his tongue...tasting her sweet juices on him.
Darius placed his hands on her costume again and gripped it firmly enough for Supergirl to pull her arms from their prisons. She felt an urge to hit him for keeping her in so much agony, but her hands gave in to simply feeling his strong shoulders. Supergirl felt Darius lift as her hands made their way towards his waist. She found the shiny gold belt buckly on the front of his waist and she immediately went to work on it.
After a moment, Darius decided to help her. He leaned back and raised an arm to unzip the grey pants. Supergirl finally managed to undo the buckle and Darius pushed the pants down. He pushed his body up farther when neither of them could help him anymore. Supergirl pulled her feet towards her allowing Darius to sit on the bed. He quickly shed the pants and then his underwear. Supergirl tucked her fingers into her wrinkled costume and pushed it down.
She had recovered from her orgasm and she was desperate for another. She slid the costume down her body, laying down and lifting her hips to get it over her butt. The cold metal of her bracelet touching her and shocking her. That would be one thing that she couldn't take off. Then she pushed it off with the boots quick to follow. Darius stole a glance at her wet cunt. The blonde hair forming a clean triangle and the cum from her orgasms shining in the ambience. Supergirl smiled as she saw him from the side. She kicked her left leg over his bent right knee and then shifted her body to straddle his leg. She held her face an inch from his then committed to another passionate kiss. Darius wrapped his hands around her dazzling physique.
He felt her wet pussy on his leg. His stiff cock was punted bluntly into Supergirl's left leg, which was now square between his legs. He felt Supergirl slide downward and he did not fight her efforts. Her hands collapsed around his sides to hold herself as her body slowly fell. Darius groaned as his chest hair obeyed Supergirl's closeness and they bent away. She kissed short butterfly kisses down his chest. Darius leaned back and set his back down on the bed while his legs hung off. Supergirl slipped her body off of his leg and kept her face and hands tracing delicate paths down his body. She felt her chin bump into his erect shaft. Then she opened her mouth and guided Darius' cock between her lips.
She had heard of her friends doing this to their boyfriends, and she started to wonder if she could do it right. One moan from Darius assured her that she was doing fine. She felt his hips buck against her and she responded with fluid-like mirror motions of his own. He pushed his cock deeper into her mouth then pulled it out again. Supergirl's tongue erotically stroked the underside of his head and her fingers tenderly touched his sensitive genitals.
Supergirl felt Darius' instinctive hip movements thrust his cock at her again and she swallowed it deep into her through. Darius let out another pleasing moan. Supergirl felt his cock straighten as his own orgasm swelled up within him. Darius' hip movements became shorter as he began to savor each edge that the little thrusts gave him. He would give enough to drive himself to the edge of his orgasm then retreat. Supergirl's tongue was beginning to work more fluidly though. He felt her padded tongue roll against his head as he pushed into her mouth again. Supergirl stroked the underside of his cock in sweet passionate motions. Darius felt her tongue drive him over. As he pulled his cock back, he knew he was going to go off. At the next rhythm, he felt his penis release and he shot a large load into Supergirl's mouth. Supergirl was ready although not entirely sure on what to expect. She felt the hot juices spray into her mouth and she held his shaft making sure he would finish in her mouth. Then she swallowed the mouthful of cum unable to avoid the small amount leaking from the side of her mouth. She licked his cock with revived strength until his shaft was clean. She rubbed the rest of the semen on the roof of her mouth and savored the sweet taste until Darius recovered.
She felt his strong hands slip under her arms and left her. She was in a daze, yet she felt her butt slide over the soft comforter of the bed. Darius' hands were hot! Supergirl was hot! She felt him lay her down gently on the pillows and then place himself upon her. His cock had lost most of its stiffness by now.
Supergirl felt her breasts squish against his chest as he leaned down to give her another passionate kiss. She sucked at his magnetizing lips while they basked in each other's arms. After a long kiss, Darius' cock had regained a lot of its stiffness. He straightened and guided his cock into her wet pussy. Supergirl screamed wildly in pleasure as his stiff penis penetrated her. She hadn't remembered how glorious it felt between her legs. Oh, how wonderful, she thought. She screamed again as he began to pump her body. Supergirl felt his lips kissing hers as his cock pushed deep into her, then almost removed itself. She moaned again as he pushed hard into her clit. Supergirl licked him when she could muster enough concentration to do so, but she was losing herself in her ecstasy. Her mind was fluttering and Darius seemed to be the conscious one now. Her passions were flaming in her again and all she wanted was to have him bring her to her orgasm. She wanted to come again. And she knew she would.
What would happen when it was over though? That creature wouldn't wait around forever. Would it kill her? Would this be her last opportunity to share her body with another? She feared the answers but didn't press the questions. Darius was here, now. His body with hers. She wanted to take him again. She craved his touch. Another loud scream burst its way from her throat as Darius brought her to her second orgasm. Her breathing erratic, her body in convulsions, her mind dwelling on the sensations.
Darius was good! Very experienced and very gentle. Something that Supergirl's friends rarely spoke of. It was always... animal-like when they spoke of getting fucked. The men were like beasts! Darius was nothing like that... he was totally different. His strokes were gentle... delicate... his body, as it flashed through her mind again, only incited her to crave him more! Darius fell on Supergirl and her mind began to cloud as a powerful wave of fatigue swept over them both.
They lay there for a while and caressed each other gently, until they both drifted off to sleep.
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(XI)
Sometime while it was still dark, Darius awoke. Supergirl was lying asleep in his arms. He straightened so that he could rest on one arm and have his other free. He looked down at her face and began stroking her arm. She let out a soft moan as his fingers began to gently caress her left forearm.
Darius thought. He thought of the events to come. To be in power beyond what all others had only dreamed of. To rule the human race and set it on the right course to progress into the future. Humans were going to survive. He would make them. After all, they should just start looking into some new leadership because the Amassians were a race behind in the game and they were considerably more advanced than the humans. Although that race posed no immediate threat to humanity, they were still a lesson to be learned. It would take a fighting fleet of Amassians almost 80 years to get to Earth, and by the time that technology that they carried arrived here, it would be completely useless. No, there were other crises in this sector of the galaxy for humans to worry about, and the only way to get the technology to force the humans to unite in order to set the right course was to trade in this...female.
If the Amassians could make sure she was dead, they would have completed a pact that was almost a millenium in age, and they would easily give their best technologies over to the humans who posed no immediate threat as it was! They could finally destroy the Kryptonians and not lose much more than a couple of weeks in production for the weapons trade. It was a great deal for them, and none other than Darius would be at the helm of humanity. Oh, yes, he would enjoy that. He looked down on Supergirl... tender skin... sweet lips... soft hair... there would be others... perhaps even more beautiful than her...
Darius' father had spent most of his life trying to prepare his son for such an opportunity and trying to prepare the world as well. He spent almost five years completing the deal with these Amassians. Darius learned how to handle controlling men and putting what kind of person in charge of what. He learned about the weapons and about all their technologies. And most importantly he learned about Supergirl. His father had studied her as much as he could and he forced his son to pay attention. Darius didn't know why until he met the Amassians. Then it all came together. 'Deliver Supergirl to the Amassians, for they could never do it on planet Earth, and then, the Amassians will deliver Earth to you.' It would be such.
Darius wondered if she knew that tonight might be the last night she slept. He guessed she may have. He looked away... off into space... thinking... then he returned his gaze to hers. His eyes blank with an eerie kind of coldness in them... She meant nothing to him...
Darius slipped his arm out from under her without waking her, despite that his gentleness was gone. He quietly dressed himself and exited. Today would be her final day.
Supergirl stirred in bed. A coldness biting at her skin. She awoke to find her arms empty and her bed only to herself. She quickly got up and walked through her quarters. It was still dark out. She called for Darius... no answer. She went to the big door. It was locked. Her powers hadn't completely returned but she still couldn't get through the door. She wondered if the Amassians didn't loan Darius some technology to keep her in her quarters.
Supergirl was walking back to her room when she caught a figure on the couch. She stepped closer to it. It was a woman. She had a full head of hair and she was sitting on the love seat.
"Come... sit." The familiar voice said. It was Alanna.
Just then, Supergirl realized how much she was wearing--her bracelet. Alanna sensed her hesitance and calmly stood up and approached Supergirl. Alanna had only a greyish towel wrapped around her body. Her sandy brown hair flowed gracefully over her shoulders. Alanna placed a hand in Supergirl's and drew her over to the couch. She set Supergirl down on the right couch and she sat closely on the left one.
Supergirl turned to her as if to begin the conversation but Alanna simply placed her hands on Supergirl's shoulders and turned her away. Supergirl held her tongue as the woman's hands opened and her fingers spread out. Just as Supergirl was about to protest, Alanna started kneading the muscles of her neck. Supergirl let out a grateful sigh and forgot her argument. Alanna moved from Supergirl's neck to her back then to her shoulders. While she was working her second rotation and again on Supergirl's shoulders, she scooted her body closer and leaned Supergirl up against the back of the couch.
"You won't have to tell me if you don't want to, but..." Alanna asked...kind of embarassed, "How was he?"
Supergirl was floating in her mind from the ministrations of Alanna's hands, but the question jogged her back to the real world. "What…? You mean, you've never…"
Alanna gave a light laugh. "No." she replied. "He's never gone all the way with me... I don't think he has with anyone for as long as I've known him."
The scene of Darius with Alanna in the limo slithered back through Supergirl's mind. Never, she said to herself. Supergirl sighed in wonderment. "How long is that?"
"Four years." Alanna responded. She began to flow towards Supergirl's back again. Supergirl was glad she was facing away from Alanna, because her nipples were growing hard again and her body beginning to perspire. Alanna worked in silence for a while.
Then Supergirl said, "He was very, very good. So... gentle." She heard Alanna giggle as if she had guessed that much, but was glad to hear it from someone who knew. Alanna's fingers slipped under Supergirl's arms and they began to work her sides. Supergirl knew their proximity to her breasts, but she told herself... It's ok. I won't let her.
Alanna's hands drifted downward. Supergirl felt herself immerse in the powerful releases of tension that Alanna's hands provided as they worked their way to Supergirl's waist. Alanna slid closer. She brought her ear to Supergirl's and her chin touched the Girl of Steel's shoulder. Supergirl felt the soft hair on her skin. Then she felt Alanna's hardened nipples brush against her back. She stiffened and Alanna whispered, "You remember those three thugs that lost their brains over your body, right?"
Supergirl could only acknowledge with closed-mouth "yes".
Alanna continued... "Well, do you remember what that woman used with you? Laura?"
Supergirl smiled at that thought. She was again grateful that Alanna was not facing her, although Alanna did sense the smile. Then Alanna reached down and pulled a cylindrical object from under the couch. "It's better than the one that bitch had." She whispered with a giggle. She held the device out in front of Supergirl. Supergirl took it. It was a single person vibrator, not like the one Laura had used with her. The dildo was still plenty long enough for her to hold while she kept it in her pussy.
Alanna reached under Supergirl's left arm and slightly nudged her breast. She helped turn the Supergirl so that both of the women were kneeling on their left knees and their right feet were out on the floor. Supergirl looked at the strange ribbed device.
"Here." Alanna whispered. "I can help." With that, she slipped her fingers over Supergirl's and onto the vibrator. Supergirl released the dildo. Alanna's left hand found Supergirl's hip. Then she pulled the vibrator close to Supergirl's moistened pussy. She carefully fingered through Supergirl's mound until she found her pussy.
Supergirl thought she spent a lot of time looking... But...she didn't really mind. Alanna parted Supergirl's lips and then gently slid the vibrator between her legs. Then she found Supergirl's hands and placed them on the vibrator. She guided Supergirl's fingers to the switch and turned it on.
Supergirl shivered violently as the vibrator sparked to life. Her pussy sent powerful feelings echoing through her body and her entire being rang with the dull 'hmm' of the wonderful machine. Alanna slowly pulled her hands back up Supergirl's body. She pulled her partner closer to her. Supergirl felt the woman's breasts press smotheringly into her back and the hard nipples exciting both of them.
Supergirl released her left hand from the dildo and reached behind her to grab Alanna's neck. She pulled the damp woman close to her. Alanna's neck bent down and she placed her lips on Supergirl's neck. Supergirl moaned out loud between the combination of erotic feelings. It was too much!
The vibrator in her cunt was wonderful! She had never felt so intoxicated with her lust for sex. Supergirl felt her strength withering away again as her sexually aroused state began to perk up rapidly.
Alanna's soft hands finally found Supergirl's breasts. They uniformly cupped the undersides of each luscious prize. Then Alanna twisted her hands. Her fingers rolled over Supergirl's pointed nipples and Alanna then began to pull Supergirl towards her, then loosened her grip. Alanna's skin was so soft... smooth... feminine! Supergirl felt her body shiver and she let out a small scream. The vibrator had her on edge in only a minute. She felt Alanna's lips on her shoulder again and she rolled her eyes as she lost herself in her feelings again. The vibrator continued its gentle 'hmm' as Supergirl's body shuddered. She felt her vaginal canal release.
She cooed passionately as her sweet juices spilled all over her hands. Alanna slowly stood up and let the Supergirl lay on the couch. Before Supergirl knew what was happening, she felt the dildo removed from her slit and something else replaced it... She couldn't open her eyes as she was still on her climax. Alanna took advantage of her confused state to taste Supergirl. She licked carefully at the sopping wet mound of blonde hair and cum. Supergirl groaned every time Alanna stroked her. With her clit being stimulated even more, her hands had to find something to do! They found her full breasts and began to stroke them vivaciously. Supergirl came again as Alanna's magical tongue kept busy. Supergirl again felt her partner's tongue caressing the surface of her pussy, occasionally delving inside to bring out more of the sweet cum.
Then Alanna crawled up onto the couch and looked at Supergirl. She still had her eyes closed from Alanna's ministrations with her tongue. Alanna dropped her body gently onto Supergirl's and then placed her lips on the Girl of Steel's. Supergirl instantly began to suck at the cum-tasting lips. She pulled at Alanna's tongue in hopes that the woman would share the sweet juices with her. Alanna, after having been satisfied with the deep kiss, rose. Supergirl was still wallowing in her fantasies before she realized that Alanna was no longer touching her.
Alanna picked up the wet dildo and then knelt down on the floor. She saw Supergirl open her eyes and look at her. Alanna glanced at the ribbed rod of pleasure and smiled. Then she said, "Keep it... I have a few more." She smile and then kissed Supergirl on her right nipple. Then she stood up and walked coolly to the door, opening it and closing it behind her.
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(XII)
Somehow, after all the excitement of the previous night, Supergirl awoke without fatigue. She had enjoyed one more savage orgasm with her new gift from Alanna, then she slept. She slept well and undisturbed. She stayed under the fantastic comforter, wondering mostly about Darius... but also about herself. She remembered when she considered humans to be so weak for their inability to resist their lusts for each other. And now look at her. She adored the sensations too!
Actually, that led her thinking along another path. What if what Darius had said about Kryptonian women was true. What if the creatures from Amassia actually did use them for sex slaves? Was she designed to please others then? Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. She quickly manifested her costume and straightened her hair.
"Today..." She said out loud, "It's time to end this."
She went to the door and stood ten feet away when it opened. Darius stood there. His eyes fixed on hers as if she were a potential business prospect. "Come with me." He said directly.
Supergirl watched him turn down the hall towards the elevators. The look in his eyes was cold enough to freeze water and it alone frightened her. Did anything she did last night have any effect on him? He looked at Alanna and Nathan the same way! Hell, even the limo driver! She scoffed at his negligence of her then followed him quietly.
They went down the elevator and into the same corridors as before. Supergirl knew where they were going... the auditorium. She followed Darius through the corridors... her fingers still brushing up against the metal bracelet. How could she get it off? There must be a way! If it really was filled with the Kryptonite, then Supergirl would die if she tried to take it off or leave! And Darius could release the concoction into her skin any time he wished!
Supergirl thought through the possibilities... nothing offered any hope. Was she going to die? Was she walking to her execution? Even so, she wouldn't go without a fight. A serious fight!
They entered the last corridor and Supergirl didn't hear anything... unlike last time. She followed Darius through the doors and into the huge open room.
At the far side of the room was a long watery ripple. It stretched from the ceiling to the floor and Supergirl could see a reflection of what was on the other side of the Gate. She saw huge containers and metal boxes. Although the wavy plasma disrupted her vision she knew that those crates were the kind that the three thieves were taking out of the hardware store. She knew what was in those crates. Weapons. The most lethal weapons mankind would know for a long time. She couldn't diagnose the boxes because the portal disrupted her X-ray vision. She knew though. That equipment was in exchange for her... Dead. She stared at Darius' back. Now, she understood. Her hopes were fading and her eyes dropped to the bracelet on her wrist. Even if she tried to fly away, all he had to do was command the bracelet to release its intoxicating fluid and she would be done for. She was trapped.
Darius never looked back at her. He walked up to the huge watery ripple as it shook with more visible blue-green electric currents. Supergirl stopped near the middle of the huge room and let Darius inspect the incoming shipment. The gateways were one way doors. If one tried to go back through in the reverse direction, they would pass right though the materialized plasma and end up right behind it without traveling anywhere. Their body would be covered with the thin slime, which would vaporize within a minute at the most. The Amassians were serious about killing her. She saw thousands of crates. Different sizes... different models. She knew they contained everything and more that Darius would need to bring humanity to its knees and there was nothing she could do to stop him.
There was an abrupt flash of light and the walls shook with a deep vibration. Supergirl turned to see another gate opening... It was Lysarius…the predator coming for his prey. She stared at the portal. Supergirl could feel the cold vicious hatred in Lysarius' dark eyes.
The room echoed with a deep voice. Lysarius was projecting his thoughts. The voice came from everywhere. It had no source. Your race is dead... Supergirl. Your forefathers died in fear...just as you will. Darius kept his eyes fixed on the gear on the other side of the huge gate and Lysarius stepped out of the shiny portal.
Supergirl summed up her strength. She straightened her body and stood erect. Lysarius quickly traversed the distance between them and its shiny figure glistened in the light. The one way gate collapsed behind it. The Amassian straightened himself while sizing her up. His body shook as he stretched his muscles to their limits. He arched his back and let out a long harsh growl as he continued stretching. His arms flexed lethally at his sides. Supergirl glanced back at Darius. The crates on the other side of the gate were moving. Their forms were steadily growing larger as they approached the interdimensional rift. Darius didn't look back. He simply said, "Get it over with."
Supergirl turned quickly back to the Amassian, who was beyond pleased to hear the command. It lunged viciously at Supergirl. She had enough time to raise her hand and block the creature's right hand while its left swung around and the forearm clubbed her on the side of the head. Supergirl took the blow and rolled on the ground then quickly rose to her feet. The Amassian was charging again. It brought its hands together and then brought them down hard. Supergirl summed her strength and raised her hands above her head to block the incoming blow. She succeeded, but the Amassian's force had driven her hands almost all the way to her head. She violently pushed back and the Amassian allowed her to thrust him off.
She realized why it did so. It allowed her to throw her fisted hands from her space... for one reason. She was exposed when she was fully extended. She didn't realize it until the Amassian responded to her vulnerable state by swinging a viciously powerful blow to her gut with its left leg. Supergirl tumbled backwards. Her head and back smashed brutally into the floor. She could feel the Amassian's heavy feet pounding into the ground as it approached for another attack. Supergirl somersaulted in reverse and was back on her feet. The Amassian was right in front of her. Its face leveled with her own as his huge form squatted. Its massive structure now compact and powerful. Supergirl attacked. She gave a decoyed blow with her right and followed with her left. The warrior blocked both then struck at her again. Supergirl lifted herself off the ground and flew into the air. She hovered over the Amassian's head and looked at Darius. Her eyes were focussed, as her mind was combatant. Darius was blankly watching the battle now. His eyes fixed on both of them as if he were at a boxing match. He stood tall and his face revealed no emotion.
Supergirl looked back at the alien warrior. A smile crawled across its thin lips, its vicious teeth showing. Then it suddenly shot into the air, its powerful legs pushing it easily. Its grappling claws clamped around Supergirl, one around her neck, the other around her waist. She struggled hard as she felt the creature pull her back to the ground. Supergirl felt it maneuver her body and before she knew what happened searing pain swept through her back. She screamed. The creature had brought her down over its knee. Supergirl's back bent like a piece of long rubber. She was helpless to prepare for the blow and the pain seared through her blood like fire.
Supergirl's body slowly began to recover. Lysarius took the opportunity to deliver another painful blow. The Amassian's right hand slithered over her body and made its way to her neck. Supergirl's mind was floating a bit less now, and as soon as she reached up to fend off the invading hand Lysarius cast an iron grip around her neck. He easily lifted the blue and red costumed heroine off the ground. He brought her close to his eyes and with a wrenching motion the creature's free hand swung. Supergirl prepared as she could for the slap or punch, but again, she received neither. Lysarius' elbow pounded hard into her jaw. His fist released her and she sailed backwards through the air. Her back aching badly! She hit the floor without attempting resistance. Lysarius moved slower now, sensing his victory. Supergirl lay motionless on the floor. Her chest rose and fell with the straining efforts of her breathing.
She could hear Lysarius' hissing breaths as she felt his presence moving again. His form was encircling her. She rolled to her side and slipped her elbow under her body to support her, but Lysarius, seeing that she was lined with more strength than he anticipated, put his own hand on the floor and lifted a leg while balancing on the other. He straightened his foot and thrust the other one at the gasping Supergirl. Lysarius' foot crushed hard into her chest. The blow was loaded with enough power to go right through any other human. Supergirl rolled ten times or so. Her arms were tired and she couldn't seriously change anything.
She began despairing. Why am I fighting? What's my cause anymore? The pain from her beatings surged back into her mind. She ached whenever she attempted move. She grunted at another vain effort to get up.
Lysarius, being controlled by his most flourishing hatred, moved to her again. He rolled her onto her back and then placed his legs to straddle her. The Amassian's head cocked and he spread his arms. He swept a fisted blow across her face then returned with his other hand then rolled back to his first fist. Supergirl felt her neck buckling after each blow. One to her eyes, another to her cheek, then to her lips, a blow on her forehead, another on her eye. She was growing tired. Her mind was weak.
Lysarius stopped his beating and glared down at her. The creature was breathing hard. His snarl stayed and several long strands of sticky saliva hung from his alien jaw. Supergirl stayed on the ground as Lysarius rose from her and set his feet to pace around her as if searching for potential traps that she might be setting.
Warm blood flowed from Supergirl's mouth and her nose. She forced her eyes to open. She saw Darius. Still standing patiently with that blank expression on his face. He wasn't the same man. What had happened to him? Why had he turned so cold? She knew it was for the power, but she'd never seen such change evolve a person so quickly! It was earlier this morning... she had touched him... kissed him... she had made love to him. Lysarius stepped in front of her view and bent forward.
"He'll nottt helping yooo... Supegirl." The creature hissed. "He is traded yoo. He is to forgett yoo... just like heumans will." The creature gave a smirk and then a short laugh. It strode heavily around her. She saw its feet set next to her head. Supergirl's powers were being stretched to their limits by the strength of another being. It was a rare condition. She'd never been in this state though...her costume torn and her body battered. Her face bleeding and her physique aching everywhere. Humans, she said to herself. Will they forget me too? Lysarius raised his foot to flatten her brains. Both knew that the strength he was summing up for this would easily crush the life from her. She watched his foot raise above her head. She'd loved only one thing her whole life... she'd served humans for her entire existence... Who would protect them? Supergirl saw the poised foot flinch. No, she had touched too many humans for this. She was a part of their lives now.
Her ancestors may have been forced to live under the beast-like nature of these Amassians, but now it was over! Their reign over Kryptonians was going to end. Supergirl's fast twisted. Her red tinted teeth appeared under her bloody lips. This...thing...would NOT be the end of her kind. Her anger churned in her. Her eyes tightened. Lysarious saw her face contort in a new resolve. It is too late for her. He cocked his head slightly and then pushed down on his foot.
Everything moved in slow motion for Supergirl. She saw the fatal blow coming. She refused to give up. He eyes caught Lysarius' other foot... the one planted firmly on the ground with all his weight on it. Supergirl summoned up all the SuperSpeed she could find and quickly thrust her arm out. Her fingers wrapped around the ankle and she pulled. Lysarius came forward with gravity. Supergirl kept pulling. Her body slid as she pulled herself towards him. His downcoming foot pounded into the floor so hard that the marble tiling shattered. Darius lost his balance and was forced to steady himself before he completely fell.
Supergirl was furious. If she was going to die, then this creature was going to do so first. She swung her foot up and her stiffened foot smashed hard into Lysarius' side. The creature staggered away from the blow... completely surprised by its origin. Supergirl knew she had to get to her feet. She had to! Lysarius stumbled away from her giving her about 12 yards distance between them. Supergirl rolled onto her stomach and used her flying power and her arms to push up to her feet. No, this creature would not be her end.
Lysarius eyes dilated with a revived hatred, and Supergirl continued to summon up her anger. She was the one to take the step towards the creature this time. Lysarius hissed, "Yoo ssshood have seeene how easily yoor ancestors gave inn. This humanity has given you reesons to fight. I shall enjoy destroying you!" The creature charged at her like a bull. Supergirl gave a half smile and wiped some blood from her face then she erupted towards the creature. Her form flying barely off the ground. She picked up speed... a lot of speed... a lot more speed than the creature had. She refused to listen to the pain that every motion was causing her body. They were going to collide. Lysarius hesitated as he finally realized how fast she was moving. He stutter-stepped but it was too late. Supergirl plowed into his chest. She hit him like a freight train. Lysarius' momentum had no chance of countering hers. His body broke backward and he sailed through the air. Supergirl landed and grabbed her shoulder. The blow hurt, but she was okay. She walked over to the fallen creature.
"I suppose you never learned how to fight humans." She said in a growl. She stepped to the creature's side and slipped her hands under his form. She groaned as she pulled on the massive creature. In a moment she had the huge body balanced over her head. Then she pushed into the air to hover about 20 feet or so off the ground. "...Don't dish something out unless you can EAT it yourself!" She yelled as she began to drop towards the ground...her right knee bent and poised under the creature's back. She prepared for the blow. Yes, she could handle it... She hit the ground with a vicious thud and the creature instantly howled out in a scream of sheer pain. Its back cracked. Supergirl still had a grip on it. She lifted it again over her head as the creature howled and cursed in its native tongue. Her face was contorted with a ferocious anger that no one had ever seen before. Even Darius was stunned. She threw the Amassian towards Darius. He calculated the trajectory and knew that the creature would fall short.
Supergirl was making a point. She was like an unimpressed costumer yelling 'take it back!' He fixed his eyes on her. She didn't look at him. She walked toward the creature as a presence filled the air. It was a command... a directive... but not in words... it was in...thoughts. She felt... the thoughts of the Amassian as it yelled something mentally at Darius. Her mind began to work on decoding it. Now, she was standing next to the creature. Her fist reached down and grabbed a handful of the skin on its chest. She lifted the pained creature to its feet. Lysarius was quick enough to get a blow in. Supergirl's head snapped back, but it was a weak blow. She kept hold of the creature's skin and when she had recovered... she sent a punch that would knock through solid steel into its face. Lysarius flew backwards. He landed harshly on the floor. Supergirl looked at Darius. Did he hear the creature's call to him? Supergirl didn't know what it had said though. Supergirl used her cape to wipe more blood from her face. Her quick clotting protoplasma had pretty much stopped the bleeding now, but that last blow got her nose started again.
Lysarius was on his stomach. He slipped his hands under him and began pushing himself to his feet. The weakened creature looked up at the approaching Supergirl. Then its eyes shifted to Darius. The screaming thoughts burst back into the air. Supergirl caught it this time... she decoded the command as something like, "For your kingdom Darius, NOW!" Supergirl swung back to see Darius raise his right hand to his forehead. Supergirl glanced down at the bracelet.
"No!" She screamed, "Darius, don't!"
Darius didn't hear her. She felt the bracelet warm a little then the metal sheet on the bottom of the bracelet turned to a translucent color. Supergirl groaned as the Kryptonite in the bracelet was now free to burn into her. She had expected the needle in the bracelet to go, but she would have felt it penetrate her now vulnerable skin. She sank to her knees as she felt the creature hit her from behind.
Supergirl sprawled forward. She twisted to lie on her back. Her form contorted as the Kryptonite began to make her skin feel like fire. If the poisonous rock was spread out through her body, the effects would not be so dramatic, but because it was all condensed in one area, it gained strength and the radiation was too much for her to deal with. If it were injected into her bloodstream, it would quickly disperse and in the long run, she would survive, but her powers would forever be countered. She clutched the bracelet to protect as much of her body as possible from being affected, but still, the radiation was getting through. She saw the looming Lysarius slowly stand up again. The creature was weak. It paced its way up to her fallen form and dished out several weak blows to her body and face again. Supergirl screamed in agony as she could do nothing. Her powers weren't gone yet, but they were weakening fast.
She felt another blow go to her gut. Her face turned up towards Darius. His eyes had changed. He saw her and his focus turned to the ground. He was thinking... Then his face rose to hers. He took a step forward as his eyes met hers. Supergirl winced as another blow came to her back.
Darius' mental shell cracked. Why?!? he said to himself, I could watch anyone die! My father didn't pain me this much!' He couldn't watch her die though. Why couldn't he watch Supergirl die? His eyes had been cleansed with a gentle kind of...caring...a caring for... her. He considered the consequences... Fuck them, he said to himself. He closed his eyes and with hardly any effort at all, he closed the Kryptonite back in its protective shell. Supergirl instantly felt her countered powers return again. She breathed in sharply as another blow came to her chest. She had her powers back but how much could she do to stop this... Amassian. She gave several blunt blows to the creature's gut. The creature shifted backwards in utter shock!
Then, the Amassian realized that the green glow around Supergirl's wrist was gone... he knew what had happened. She was weak still, but perhaps stronger than he now. Her form beaten and her mind only beginning to recover from the radiation. Lysarius' eyes snapped to meet the grey suited gentlemen near the portal. Darius said nothing as Lysarius took several steps toward the human. Supergirl turned to her stomach. She didn't know if she was able to get up, yet, but her returning powers promised that in a few more moments. She lifted her head to see what the creature was doing. Darius stood calmly and casually off to the side of the glistening gate. He didn't budge as the huge Amassian approached.
Lysarius stopped, examined him, then took more unbalanced strides towards him. The creature's eyes transformed from their studious nature to hold shortly defiant side. So, if Darius didn't want the world he was offered... he would pay for it... with his life! He knew the plan…and he had failed to complete his side of the deal! Lysarius stood only a pace away from Darius now.
Supergirl's face revealed the shock and anxiety that she had no ability to satisfy. What was he doing? He had no weapon, he was just standing there facing death without a concern in the world!
Lysarius raised his right hand and brimmed his claws viciously above his head. Darius didn't flinch. Supergirl saw the blow coming.
"NO!" She yelled as the creature's hand swung down from its height. Darius, his face set in stone, remained completely still watching only the creature's eyes. The Amassian's hand cut into Darius' side. The three fingernails cut deep into the man's skin. Darius fell backward and landed on his bottom. He held himself up with his right hand while his left covered his wound. Fresh blood poured over the jacket's side. The huge portal had revealed almost 40 crates that were about halfway through the gate now. One half of them on this side of the rift, the other still on Amassia. Suddenly, the gate collapsed. Metal shards mixed with fire erupted where the gate severed the weapons. The crates fell from their partially competed and organized racks. Pieces of the odd weapons spilled everywhere. Smoke and sparks popped from every box in a showery firework display. Then the heavy crates were still and silent. The gate was closed... the crates of destructive power trapped in Amassia... and from Darius, forever.
Supergirl was searching desperately for a way to draw the creature away... she could do nothing though. Then a white light erupted from one of the entrances of the room. The creature hissed violently and its form was blown against the wall away from Darius. Nathan...Darius' trusted assistant stood with a weapon... a very special weapon. Supergirl guessed it was of Amassian technology. Beside Nathan was Alanna. She smiled at Supergirl and then Darius... then she took a step in front of Nathan. Nathan lowered his weapon and let it hang around his neck from the black strap. He quickly ran towards Supergirl and took her wrists to bring her to her feet. She was almost capable of standing, but she was thankful that Nathan didn't leave. She leaned against him... his body comforting. He pulled his arm around her and wiped the rest of the blood from her nose onto his sleeve.
"Thank you." Supergirl said sincerely. Nathan steadied her... his hands still holding her wrists.
They both saw Alanna approach the creature. Her weapon (the same as Nathan's) leveled at the creature. "I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but no one strikes my boss." She fired out another blinding array of particles and the creature was pounded back into the wall. Smoke rose behind it as the weapon penetrated though the creature and blasted into the wall behind. A smoldering black wound was left where the laser-like weapon had hit the creature's shoulder. The Amassian was too far from anyone to attack. Its eyes locked on the weapon in front of Alanna. She fired again, her face contorted in anger and her form caught up in the excitement the entire event was causing. Her body was filled more with adrenaline than blood... much like the rest of the members of the confrontation.
Lysarius hissed and squealed as the blast hit him high on his chest. He rocked back into wall and slid down it. His eyes were blank as the second wound began to smolder. A second gash was left in the white wall as Lysarius' lifeless form fell to the ground. The blast had hit him where his respiratory system split into the three lungs in his chest. Alanna had successfully severed all of those lungs... Lysarius was dead.
There was a moment of silence.
Darius gave her a warm smile as she took a step to go help him, but before she got too far Supergirl yelled, "Be careful!" Alanna turned around to see Nathan standing behind Supergirl and trying to steady her... his hands around her wrists. Supergirl felt his hand tug accidentally at her bracelet in the process and she had yelled in fright as she remembered Darius' warning about trying to remove the bracelet.
Alanna took a step towards Supergirl and then decided that Nathan would be fine. Just before she could turn to go back to Darius, Supergirl screamed again. "No! Don't!" Darius had a studious look on his face, but he couldn't understand why Nathan wouldn't let go of her wrist! Alanna saw Nathan's fingers curl around the bracelet. Supergirl forced her arm to follow his in fear that she might accidentally pull the metal off!
"Nathan! What are you doing?" Alanna called in confusion.
His fist tightened around the bracelet. "I suppose you know what happens if I try to remove this?" He whispered into her ear. Supergirl looked at his profile the best she could. He knew! Then Nathan turned his head up to Alanna. With his free hand he reached down and pulled a single clear marble from a pouch on his belt. Supergirl remained deathly still knowing that Nathan's fingers could easily remove the bracelet... and kill her. The instant the bracelet lost its grip on the skin, the long needle would shoot out and the Kryptonite at its tip would punch a hole in Supergirl's defenses. The needle would easily go into her skin then and the Kryptonite would be in her...forever!
Nathan tossed the marble and it landed about 10 yards away. A rush of current and a quick breeze exploded from its core. Plasmic electrodes fired from the source. A watery mound rose from the sphere and in a moment had created another small gateway. This one was big enough for a human no problem... but not an Amassian. It was a one way portal as the others were, but... to where?
"I..." Nathan started in delayed response to Alanna's confused question, "am going on a little trip with our little blue bird here." Nathan finished with a hungry glance down at Supergirl. Alanna shook her head. Her mind blank. She didn't understand. Nathan snapped his head back up and raised his weapon with his free hand. "...and you...are going to hell!" He yelled as his and Supergirl's form rocked with the blast. Alanna's body was thrown a terrible distance from where she was standing. Her chest burned with a massive gaping hole in the center and her flesh torn and seared in all directions. Her lips lay opened, as did her eyes.
Darius used the wall to climb to his feet.
"These...Amassians...they're a lot like wise humans you know, Darius?" Nathan said as he leveled the weapon at his old boss. "They always have a backup plan." The only gate now, the one that Nathan had made, was behind them. Darius was way up against the wall and the two dead bodies lay motionless on the ground. "You see... I had a run in...last night with one of the executors of Amassia... and well... according to the history... Kryptonians were designed only able to reproduce with themselves... They were separated from humans genetically, like different families of animals... but I was offered a one way ticket back to Amassia... provided I brought our little darling here..." Nathan released his weapon and brought his hand around Supergirl's body. She felt his palm cup around her left breast. She gasped. "You see... I was told that... the Amassians needed a new slave race... and for a few... oh... minor alterations to my own reproductive cells... I was asked to become the father of the new Kryptonian race." Supergirl's eyes went wide when she realized his intentions. He was going to take them both back to Amassia and she was going to breed with him!
"You remember the alley...don't you, SuperSlut?" He laughed as she closed her eyes in the pain of the memory. "Well, one of the greatest effects of the genetic alterations performed on these Kryptonians so long ago is that… they become way beyond desperate when they get stimulated... you know... " he said as his hand began to make gentle circles on her breast. "When they become... aroused... their minds easily compromise the consequences for the feeling... Yes... blow it all off for the fuck, right Supergirl?" He said with a smile.
"You traitor!" Darius yelled.
"Traitor…? Well, yes, I suppose so...but..." He smiled as he heard Supergirl groan. "She's getting hard boss... She's...worth it in the end, right? I mean, put it together, we both get to slow down our aging process...and she can remain in bondage until she's convinced that she's not getting away...and I'll spend the next... oh... exploring her lips... her body... her cunt... You do the math, Darius... I say she's worth it. He laughed as they made their way closer to the gate. Nathan's hands continued to stroke her breast.
She opened her eyes to see Darius still against the wall. She heard the vibrating sound of the plasmic currents behind her. The gate was only a few yards away now. She saw Darius' lips form, "I'm sorry." Then he raised his right hand to his head and collapsed back onto the floor. Supergirl felt the Kryptonite from the needle burst back to life. She heard a loud scream and then she screamed herself as the needle broke into her skin.
Some of the watery Kyrptonite was on her wrist and it was burning like an acid, but some of the warm fluid wasn't burning. And there was a lot of fluid! She gripped her right wrist with her left hand as she felt the warm liquid slide down her arm. The Kryptonite wasn't nearly as painful as it was the first time. Another masculine scream followed by a curse forced her to open her eyes.
She looked down at her wrist. There were some traces of the green glowing liquid there, but not nearly the amount that was in the container on the bracelet. The rest of the warm liquid was blood. She uncovered the wound where her beautiful skin was penetrated. No way! That wasn't her blood! The needle had barely entered her skin! The blood was from someone else. She heard Nathan curse again behind her and she spun around. Nathan pulled the red colored bracelet from his hand...it was dripping in blood. His blood!
Darius had seen that Nathan's hand had shifted to where the needle exited the cylinder. He gambled that Nathan would jerk his hand from Supergirl's wrist before too much of the fluid could enter her body. The needle had cut completely through Nathan's index finger and his hand was covered in blood now. He cursed again as he threw the bracelet on the ground.
Supergirl wiped as much of the Kryptonite on the marble ground as she could manage. Her powers were still working. She looked long and hard on Nathan. Then she swung her fist hard at him. Nathan flew backwards and his form slid towards the gate. When he finally stopped he was unconscious and his upper body was passing through the gate, his legs still in the auditorium. Supergirl looked back at Darius who was now crawling with strained effort towards the gate. She ran over and put her arm around him. Then she helped lift him to his feet and he kept making his way towards the center of the room. Supergirl let him guide until she passed what he was aiming for.
"No...go back." He said weakly. The plasmic gate was beginning to rupture and Supergirl looked up at it as it began to fluctuate it size. She backstepped and then heard Darius say, "There." Her eyes caught sight of the bloody bracelet.
She let Darius bend down and pick it up. She looked at him, concern in her eyes. He gave her a comforting smile and then reached back into his soul for all the strength he could muster. Then he launched the bracelet into the air. It bounced once, then again, and continued its rolling motion. A watery ripple was produced where the bracelet splashed into the gate. Supergirl smiled. The gate lost its energy and then collapsed... splitting the unconscious Nathan in half...his lower half all that remained on Earth.
Supergirl looked back at Darius and smiled again. He smiled weakly back. She leaned forward and kissed his lips. "Thank you, Darius." She said softly. Darius gave her another humble smile and then leaned back in her arms.
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EPILOGUE
Supergirl had survived the confrontation, but a piece of her was still hanging in the balance. She flew through the glass ceiling, protecting Darius in her arms as she burst into the morning sky. Darius groaned groggily as she ascended. She needed to get her bearings to find out where she was.
When she got enough altitude her SuperVision allowed her to see the distant "Rodonna Mountain" Her eyes darted to the nearby town of "Little Creak" With that stored in mind, she triangulated that the city was off to her right. Darius' complex was about 20 miles north of the city and it was buried in the private forested area where few people really passed through.
She flew quickly to the hospital and ignored the looks that she received. Here was the famous Supergirl...her red cape torn to shreds, her body mangled, and her face and skin speckled with blood. She ordered the nurse to get a doctor to help the man in her arms. The nurse recovered from her stunned state and rushed quickly down the hallway calling out loud for Doctor Marshal. Within a minute the doctor returned and ordered one of the gathered nurses to prepare room 411. The woman did so and several more doctors were making their way to the scene. Dr. Marshal told Supergirl to follow the nurse. She did and he and several other doctors followed after containing the civilians and patient in the room.
Darius opened his weak eyes and looked up at Supergirl. It felt good to be held by her. She was so strong, but gentle. Darius' face was tired.
Supergirl looked down at him, realizing he was awake. "It's your turn to fight for life, Darius... Please... don't give up." She said with a hopeful tear in each eye.
Darius smiled back... closed his eyes and then whispered, "We're both... gonna be winners in that fight today." He opened his eyes again and looked at her.
Supergirl placed him gently on the hospital bed. Then she wiped the tears from her eyes before they attracted the attention of the doctors.
Immediately they went to work. They seemed to speak in a different language as they asked for this and that... ordered this... requested that... stated this... Supergirl stayed and watched the surgery. She was ignored as the talented men and women went to work. She was glad they were concentrating on their duties. After an hour of so, she was offered a bed to sleep on in another room. She accepted.
When she awoke later that day, a doctor came to her opened room and said, "He... is he a friend of yours?"
Supergirl wanted a different question answered. "Will he survive?"
The doctor tried to hide something on his face, but failed... his smile spread. "He's going to be fine. I don't know what in the name of heaven went into his sides, but it only punctured the lower half of his left lung, and there is some superficial damage to his left kidney, but nothing that we, and a little time, can't repair. The blood loss was the most concerning issue, but I believe we have that under control now too. Thank you for bringing him in." The doctor smiled then said, "Can I... shake your hand?"
Supergirl had turned her eyes to empty space taking in all that good news. She stood up and gratefully extended her hand to the surgeon. They shook firmly. Then he took a step back and a last look into her eyes, then exited.
Supergirl sat back down on the bed. Thinking... Darius would make it. Darius was going to live! I guess, she said to herself, I guess I won't need that gift from Alanna after all... She smiled as she rose again to go see Darius.
THE END
I would be very appreciative if you would send me some feedback on this story. Is there anything you think it needs? Does it not need? I'm more than willing to make changes to suit my audience. Should it be continued into a nice little sequence of stories? I have some ideas of how that could work, but hey, just let me know…
-Praetorian-