Supergirl 1984: Supergirl vs the Truckers (scene rewrite)
Summary:
Supergirl arrives on Earth searching for the Omegahedron and meets a couple of truckers
with no good intentions, wiping the floor with them.
But what are the odds that the truckers Supergirl have something to defeat her with, without even knowing it? In an infinite multiverse, no matter how improbable, this can happen, right? And in some dark corner of the multiverse, this is exactly what happened.
Supergirl, in her search for the omegahedron, arrived on Earth for the first time, descending softly onto the deserted streets of a small town in the middle of the night. As she landed, her short, red skirt billowed upwards, revealing her shapely upper thighs and the tight, blue spandex that clung to her hips, accentuating the curves of her body. The material stretched tautly across her crotch, leaving little to the imagination. Had anyone been there to witness her arrival, they would have been treated to a glimpse of her perfectly sculpted legs and the enticing sight beneath her skirt.
She walked around the street, her eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings, until she saw the headlights of an oncoming vehicle. A trailer truck rumbled to a stop about 15 feet away from her, the engine idling as two men stepped out of the cab and made their way towards her.
"Now this I like," one of the men, Billy, said with a lecherous grin, his eyes roaming over her body, lingering on her long, bare legs and the swell of her breasts beneath her top.
"Hello!" Supergirl greeted them warmly, her voice filled with innocence and enthusiasm.
"Hello, she says!" Billy repeated, his gaze never wavering from the sexy young woman standing before him, her costume a provocative echo of Superman's, but with a tantalizingly short skirt that barely covered her crotch.
"Well hello to you, honeybun," the other man, Eddie, chimed in, his eyes now gleaming with lust as he took in the sight of her.
"Hello," Supergirl repeated, her voice still innocent and friendly, oblivious to the men's leering gazes. "I was wondering if you can tell me where I am?"
"What do they call this place again, Eddie? Lovers' lane, isn't it?" Billy responded, his eyes flicking up to hers briefly before resuming their slow, deliberate journey down her body.
"You got it in one, Billy Boy. Lovers' lane," Eddie confirmed, his own gaze now fixed on the gentle curve of her hips and the enticing gap between her thighs.
"Oh no, you see what I meant was, is, well those lights out there. What are they called?" Supergirl asked Eddie, gesturing to the distant lights, her brow furrowed in confusion. Behind her, Billy slowly walked around her, his eyes never leaving her body, taking in every curve and contour as if she were a prize to be won.
Her attention still on Eddie, Supergirl remained oblivious to Billy's movements behind her. He took a drag of his cigarette, his free hand reaching out to push aside her red cape. Slowly, he began to lift up her short, red skirt, his eyes greedily taking in the sight of her creamy, toned legs and the shapely derriere encased in the tight, blue spandex of her leotard bottoms. He admired the way the material clung to her curves, leaving nothing to the imagination.
"Check out the view from back here, Eduardo," Billy said, his voice thick with lust as he lifted her skirt higher and higher, revealing more of her perfectly shaped backside. He took his time, savoring the sight, until finally, he could see the blue crotch of her leotard, the material stretched tautly across her most intimate area.
Emboldened, Billy used both hands to grasp the sides of her skirt, quickly lifting it up to expose her to Eddie's view. The blue spandex of her leotard was clearly visible now, the thin material outlining the lips of her vulva, leaving little to the imagination.
Supergirl, shocked at what was happening, spun around, her eyes flashing with indignation. "Stop that!" she exclaimed, slapping Billy's intruding hands away. He merely laughed it off, undeterred by her rebuke, taking a step back and raising his hands in mock surrender. He took another drag of his cigarette, his eyes never leaving her body as he continued to ogle her, his gaze lingering on the tantalizing glimpse of her crotch that he had exposed.
"You're Superman's best friend, huh?" Eddie said, his voice low and husky as he moved closer to her, the scent of alcohol on his breath growing stronger.
"No, his cousin," Supergirl declared, turning to face Eddie once again, her eyes meeting his gaze steadily. Behind her, Billy continued to ogle her body, his mind still filled with the tantalizing sight under her short skirt. "I've come here to search for the omegahedron," she continued, trying to maintain a polite and friendly demeanor despite the men's unwanted advances. "It's a power source vital to Argo City. That's where I live."
"No kidding," Billy interjected from behind her, his voice dripping with disbelief and sarcasm. "Eddie and me here, we're on a secret mission too. We're out looking for a good time. And you just won the brass ring, baby." His intentions for her were now painfully clear.
Eddie moved even closer, his body almost pressing against hers as he reached out to stroke her blonde hair slowly, his other hand snaking around her waist. He began to explore her body, his hand moving from her waist to her belly, slowly inching upwards towards her breasts.
Supergirl turned to face him immediately, her eyes flashing with determination. It was time to use her super strength to teach this man a lesson. She reached out with one hand, grabbing him by the neck and attempting to lift him effortlessly. Her intention was to throw him towards the nearby fence, but as her hand made contact with his skin, she realized something was wrong.
Eddie barely flinched from her hold, and she found that she couldn't lift him as easily as she should have been able to. Panic began to rise within her as she realized that her super strength was gone. She didn't understand how or why, but she was suddenly as powerless as an ordinary human female. If she had looked closer, she might have noticed the soft green glow emanating from Eddie's ring—Kryptonite. It was small enough not to kill her but potent enough to render her powerless. Unaware of its presence, she couldn't comprehend why her strength had abandoned her.
The men, oblivious to the true cause of her weakness, saw her only as a pretty blonde in a sexy costume, alone and vulnerable in the night. Their predatory instincts kicked into high gear, and they moved in closer, their intentions clear.
Eddie laughed, a cruel and mocking sound, as he grabbed hold of Supergirl's hand, still resting on his chin. With a swift and forceful motion, he twisted her arm behind her back, causing her to gasp in pain. His other hand remained firmly planted on her waist, pulling her closer to him, relishing the softness of her body beneath the tight spandex leotard. He began to move his hand upwards, exploring the curves of her body at his leisure.
"Why are you doing this?" Supergirl asked, her voice filled with confusion and fear as she struggled against his grip.
"It's just the way we are, sweetheart," Eddie replied, his voice cold and uncaring.
Billy laughed as he watched her struggle, his eyes fixed on her short skirt. He moved in closer, his hands reaching out to lift the front of her skirt, revealing the blue strip of spandex that covered her crotch. "Now this is what I'm talking about!" he exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with lust as he drank in the sight of her most intimate area.
"No! What are you doing?" Supergirl cried out, feeling helpless and exposed. "Stop it!"
Even in her weakened state, she continued to struggle against Eddie's grip, trying desperately to free herself. Billy took advantage of her predicament, enjoying the upskirt view as he lifted her skirt higher, revealing more of her blue spandex-clad crotch.
"A little help here!" Eddie grunted, struggling to maintain his hold on her as she squirmed and kicked.
Billy eagerly complied, grabbing her by the legs and lifting her up between them. Eddie grabbed her arms, holding her firmly in place as she thrashed and kicked, trying desperately to free herself. Her skirt hiked up even further as she struggled, giving Billy an unobstructed view of her blue "panties" and the enticing sight beneath. He reveled in the feel of her soft, smooth legs against his hands, his grip tightening as he held her in place.
Supergirl cried out in protest, her voice filled with desperation and fear as she realized the true extent of her predicament. Trapped between the two men, powerless and vulnerable, she knew that she was at their mercy. And from the looks on their faces, they had no intention of showing her any.
The men, with their combined strength, carried the struggling Supergirl back to their truck, her cries of protest falling on deaf ears. They forced her into the backseat, her body bouncing slightly on the worn-out upholstery as they pushed her inside. Eddie, with a smug smile, climbed into the driver's seat, starting the engine with a roar.
"Let's go someplace more private, shall we?" Eddie said, his voice laced with malice as he put the truck into gear and began to drive away from the deserted street.
Meanwhile, Billy stayed in the back with Supergirl, his large frame looming over her. He grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head with one of his own, rendering her helpless without her super strength. She was no match for the bigger man, her struggles futile against his iron grip.
"Oh, we're gonna have a super time, baby!" Billy mocked, his breath hot on her face as he leaned in close. His free hand traced the "S" symbol stretched taut across her chest, his fingers lingering on the curves of her breasts beneath the thin material of her leotard. She squirmed, trying to escape his touch, but he only laughed, enjoying her helplessness.
His hand moved lower, groping her legs, his calloused fingers running roughly over her smooth, bare skin. He took his time, exploring every inch of her exposed flesh, his eyes gleaming with lust as he drank in the sight of her powerless and at his mercy.
Supergirl's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing as she realized the gravity of her situation. This was not how her mission to Earth was supposed to go. She was meant to find the omegahedron, not become a plaything for these cruel men. But with her powers gone, she was helpless to stop them, a prisoner to their twisted desires.
The truck rumbled down the dark road, carrying her further and further away from safety and into the unknown. Her cries for help went unheard, swallowed by the night as the men who held her captive laughed and jeered, their cruel intentions etched clearly on their faces.