Arriving in Silicon Valley to investigate a series of techno-crimes, Supergirl\nis unaware that soon she will face the most powerful adversary she has ever\nknown. 681 tries to prove that when your number's up, not even Supergirl can\nstop it...
\nThe man was foolish, Supergirl thought.
\nHe wasn't the thief who had been raiding companies throughout Silicon Valley\nover the last few months, but he was a thief all the same. Supergirl gently\ndropped from the clouds towards the industrial park.
\nThe man was competent, she had to admit. He had already disabled the security\nlocks on the side door. Now he was working on opening it. He glanced behind\nhimself and returned to work. She resisisted the urge to giggle. Nobody ever\nlooked up.
\nSupergirl's red boots landed on the pavement with a small click. The man whirled\naround, gun drawn. Supergirl finally released her laugh.
\n\"I'll just take it that is a gun in your pocket and yes, you are happy to see\nme.\"
\nThe man couldn't take his eyes off of her chest. So much the better. It was\namazing how easy it was to distract even the most competent of criminals.
\nShe could tell his heart wasn't really in it, but he fired the gun several times\nanyway. She deftly took care to catch the bullets. She didn't want the fool\ngetting struck by a ricochet.
\n\"All right, you know that's not going to work,\" she finally said, and the man\nceased firing. The gun dropped to the ground.
\nSupergirl walked towards him on slender legs, her tiny red skirt and cape\nruffling in the wind. The man couldn't take his eyes off of her. Her red boots\nclicked and clacked on the ground until she was right in front of him. She was\nmuch taller than him, his eyes were level with her breasts and he was taking in\na full view.
\n\"Enjoy it, friend. Where you're going, you'll only see it in pictures.\"
\nSupergirl grabbed the mands arm and lifted him up into the air at blinding\nspeed. They soared high into the clouds before Supergirl turned towards the\npolice station. It wasn't her mysterious techno-thief, but it was a start.
\nThe night watchman didn't even notice that she didn't belong there until she was\nright in front of him.
\nShe was amazing. Long, slender legs and perfect hips. Not that he had time to\nlook, as he was busy taking in her awesome breasts. She wore a tight fitting\ngreen costume. On her arm was the number \"681.\"
\nHe finally stood up from his desk, knocking over his chair in the process. \"Can\nI help you, miss?\"
\n681 eased up and stopped in front of the perplexed guard. She put her arms on\nher hip and fixed a mischevious grin on the guard.
\nThe guard looked her costume up and down. \"You some sort of superhero, miss?\"
\n681 laughed. She grabbed the guard by the shirt and easily lifted him into the\nair. \"Super, yes,\" she purred. \"Hero, never.\"
\nThe guard struggled for his gun. 681 easily took it from his hand and crushed it\ninto a ball of metal. The guard stared in horror.
\n681's gaze turned cold. \"You like my body, little man?\" She released her grip\nand the guard collapsed to the ground. He struggled to get to his feet, but a\nhigh heeled boot from 681 stepped on his shoulder, stopping him on one knee.
\n681 leaned forward, her pussy stopping just a few inches from the guard's nose.\n\"Do you like what you see, little man?\" The guard couldn't resist nodding. She\nwas the most amazing woman he had ever seen.
\n681 took her knee off of the guard's shoulder. The guard started to get to his\nfeet, but a quick boot to the crotch put him on the ground, writhing in agony.
\n681 stepped forward, a grim look on her face. The guard looked through bleary\neyes and stared as 681's slender legs stepped into view.
\n\"Most men like my legs,\" 681 continued, kicking the guard in the gut. The guard\nhowled in pain as ribs snapped. \"They're nice and long,\" she said as she\ncontinued to kick the fallen guard.
\nThe guard held his ribs and writhed on the ground. 681 lowered down in front of\nhim, her hands cupping her breasts. \"Most men like my breasts. They're just the\nright size, don't you think?\"
\nThe guard wasn't paying attention. He spit out blood onto the ground. 681 leaned\nforward and grabbed the guard by the hair, dragging his head an inch away from\nher breast.
\n\"Lick them,\" she commanded. The guard groaned and shook his head. 682 grinned.\n\"Most men would die to touch my body, and you decline?\"
\nShe brought the guard's head down in a flash, headbutting him in the process.\nThe guard howls a last time and crumples backwards onto the ground, silent. 681\nstudies the fallen man and smiles. She steps towards the laboratory doors.
\n\"At least you're consistent.\"
\n681 couldn't prevent herself from jumping. She silently cursed herself for the\nweakness and turned around.
\nIt was the last scream that allowed Supergirl to pinpoint which building the\nnoise was coming from. The thief had been hitting microchip manufacturers along\nthe industrial park, and the path indicated a pattern. She had reasoned that\nthis factory might be the next target, and it turned out her suspicions were\ncorrect.
\nUnfortunately she had arrived too late for the guard. A quick x-ray revealed\nbroken bones and internal bleeding. She heard no heartbeat.
\nThe strange woman turned around to face her. Supergirl stood in her power\nstance, her arms on her hips.
\n\"You're coming with me, stranger.\"
\n681 broke into a grin. \"Why don't you just fly away, little birdie, before I\nhave to clip your wings.\"
\nSupergirl could hardly believe it, but the strange woman turned away from her\nand continued walking towards the laboratory. She was ignorning her. Supergirl\nrushed forward, appearing in front of the nonplussed 681.
\n\"I'm afraid I can't do that,\" Supergirl purred. 681 continued walking towards\nher. She was as tall as Supergirl, if not slightly taller. Her breasts stopped\nan inch from Supergirl's own. She could almost feel electricity passing between\nthem.
\n\"Careful, little girl,\" 681 whispered. \"If you're smart, you'll leave. If you\nstay, I promise you will end up on your knees.\"
\nSupergirl stared at 681, surprised. The woman actually believed what she was\nsaying, there was no doubt about it. She shook her head slowly. \"Just who are\nyou?\"
\n\"Your master,\" 681 responded.
\nSupergirl had had enough. She snatched 681's arms in her own. 681 yanked her arm\nback, and a surprised Supergirl was pulled forward with it, careening out of\ncontrol. Supergirl crashed through the laboratory wall and into the parking lot.
\nSupergirl was on her feet in an instant. The crash hadn't hurt at all, she had\nmerely been cast off balance. She turned and saw 681 step through the rubble.\nSupergirl x-rayed 681's suit and saw millions of wires and microchips implanted\nthroughout the suit.
\n\"An augmented strength suit. Sorry, but that's just not going to cut it,\"\nSupergirl said, walking towards 681. Supergirl grabbed 681's suit, attempting to\nrip a chunk out of it. To her surprise, the suit wouldn't give under her\nstrength.
\n681 gave her a coy smile. \"If you wanted me out of my clothes, sweatheart, all\nyou had to do was ask.\"
\nSupergirl angrily reached towards 681 and grabbed her arm again, preparing to\ntake her into flight. But 681's feet remained on the ground. 681's free arm\nquickly grabbed Supergirl's arm and swung the maid of steel into an arc and sent\nher crashing to the ground on her ass, knocking the breath out of her.
\nThe princess of power gasped in surprise and looked up at 681, who was standing\nin front of her and mimicing her power stance. Supergirl didn't expect 681 to\nhave so much raw power. \"Did that hurt, princess?\" 681 taunted. \"I'll let you in\non a secret,\" she continued, and before Supergirl could process what was\nhappening, 681's fist was balled up in her hair, yanking Supergirl to her feet\nwith a small yelp.
\n\"You haven't seen anything yet,\" 681 finished sweetly.
\nPART 2
\nIn the last segment, Supergirl was investigating a series of techno- robberies\nin industrial parks throughout Silicon Valley. Minutes after nabbing a hapless\ncar thief, Supergirl catches the mysterious woman known only as 681 robbing\nanother high tech business. Supergirl confronts the cocky robber, but 681 proves\nto be more resistant than Supergirl could have expected...
\nSupergirl grabbed 681's arm and tried to carry her into flight.
\nBut 681's feet remained on the ground. 681's free arm quickly grabbed\nSupergirl's arm and swung the maid of steel into an arc and sent her crashing to\nthe ground, knocking the breath out of her.
\nThe princess of power gasped in surprise and looked up at 681, who was standing\nin front of her and mimicing her power stance. Supergirl didn't expect 681 to\nhave so much raw power.
\n\"Did that hurt, princess?\" 681 taunted. \"I'll let you in on a secret,\" she\ncontinued, and before Supergirl could process what was happening, 681's fist was\nballed up in her hair, yanking Supergirl to her feet with a small yelp.
\n\"You haven't seen anything yet,\" 681 finished sweetly. Still holding Supergirl\nupright by her hair, 681 pulled back and sent her other fist crashing into\nSupergirl's face. Supergirl's legs instantly went wobbly under the power of the\nblow, but 681 kept her standing with the grip on her hair. Supergirl's dazed\neyes struggled to focus as 681 took her time measuring Supergirl's face for a\nhandful of powerful punches. Each blow seemed to be more than Supergirl could\nhandle. After three, her lip was bleeding and her cheek was turning a puffy\nblue. Another three punches and Supergirl's face was drooped forward, her chin\nslumping to her chest. 681 was pleased with how easily she was dispatching the\nso-called princess of power. She sent another punch Supergirl's way, this time\nletting go of her hold on Supergirl's hair. The punch sent the maid of steel\nskidding across the ground on her back.
\nSupergirl's chest heaved for air as she spun onto her stomach, trying to crawl\naway. Supergirl could feel herself chocking on liquid in her throat and spit.\nHer watery eyes focused briefly on the clots of blood she coughed up. She was in\nbad shape, and she still didn't even know what she was dealing with. 681\nstrutted up behind her, planting her high heeled boot onto Supergirl's ass and\nslamming the maid of steel's pelvis into the ground. Supergirl howled in pain.\n681 stared down at Supergirl's cape with its curvy \"S\" print. She spit on it,\nthen yanked the cape from Supergirl's back and sent it into the wind.
\nSupergirl spun around, hooking 681's leg and sending her to the ground. In an\ninstant, Supergirl was on her feet, scrambling to get away. Supergirl stumbled\nuncertainly, her legs wobbly from 681's punches. 681 bounced to her feet and was\nbehind Supergirl in an instant. She wrapped her forearm around Supergirl's neck\nand dragged her close to her body. 681 tried her best to control herself when\nshe felt Supergirl's tight ass slam into her pussy. She resisted the urge to rub\nherself against the maid of steel. She settled for pushing her lips across\nSupergirl's neck and stopping at her ear, where she took a brief playful bite of\nSupergirl's earlobe.
\n\"How does it feel, slut?\" 681 asked huskily. \"You could have anyone you wanted.\nYou thought everyone was your own toy. How's it feel to be the toy?\"
\n681's free hand wandered down Supergirl's stomach, rubbing against her super\npussy and sliding underneath her short skirt. Supergirl squirmed in 681's grip,\ntrying desperately to break free. Tears streamed down her face. 681 was\nviolating her, and Supergirl couldn't accept it.
\n681 recognized that Supergirl wasn't fully dominated yet. She violently shoved\nSupergirl forward, sending her face first to the ground. 681 stepped forward and\nkicked Supergirl's midsection. Supergirl doubled up in pain.
\nAgain 681 grabbed Supergirl by the hair and yanked her to a standing, but\nwobbly, position. 681 paused briefly to admire her handiwork. The once proud\nSupergirl swayed before her. Her hair hung in sweaty tatters. Her chin drooped\nto her chest, which heaved up and down in exhaustion. Supergirl's normally tight\nblue shirt hung loosely around her breasts, the \"S\" symbol dirty and muddy from\nthe fight. Tears ran down her cheeks, and the bare skin 681 could see showed\nmany bumps and bruises.
\n\"Don't tell me you're finished already, slut,\" 681 scolded. \"I don't even think\nyou lasted a minute. Hardly the definition of \"super,\" now is it?\"
\nHer taunt succeeded in goading the maid of steel. Supergirl swung her fist, but\n681 swatted it away easily. In a flash, 681's fingers dug into Supergirl's\nthroat as she easily lifted the princess of power into the air. Supergirl's red\nboots dangled a foot off of the pavement, her toes kicking, trying to find\nfooting. Supergirl's eyes moistened as her hands pawed uselessly at the iron\ngrip choking the air out of her lungs.
\n\"I know what you're thinking, slut,\" 681 purred. \"You're wondering where the\nkryptonite is.\"
\n681 suddenly released her grip, and Supergirl crashed to the ground, gasping for\nair. Her magnificent breasts heaved in desperation. She was on her knees, as 681\nhad assured her she would be. Soon she would be on her knees willingly. 681 knew\nthat patience was all she needed. Her lips curled into a cruel smile as she\nwatched the maid of steel regain her breath.
\n\"I don't need any kryptonite to tame you, bitch,\" 681 said. Her hand roughly\ngrabbed Supergirl's chin and yanked her head up so that Supergirl's burning,\nhateful eyes were staring directly into 681's. \"You've finally run into your\nmaster.\"
\nSupergirl leapt to her feet, pushing at 681 with all of her might. 681 gasped in\nmild surprise as she stumbled backwards. Gathering confidence, Supergirl sent a\npowerful fist into 681's stomach, doubling her over. With no hesitation,\nSupergirl's knee connected solidly to 681's forehead. The blow knocked 681 back\ninto a standing position in time to see a blur that was Supergirl's fist. The\nblow knocked her back another couple steps, but did not send her down.
\nSupergirl pressed the advantage, stepping forward to swing another blow. 681\nquickly shook off the cobwebs and deflected Supergirl's blow and following with\none of her own, smashing into Supergirl's jaw. Determined, Supergirl swung back\nand connected as well. The two titans stood toe to toe, exchanging punches.
\nSupergirl's last punch glanced slightly off of 681's jaw, allowing her a small\nsmile. Wasting no time, 681 jabbed Supergirl in the neck, forcing her to stagger\nback a step and grab at her throat. 681 stepped into it and swung two, patiently\nmeasured backhanded slaps. The first stunned the maid of steel. The second\nsmashed into Supergirl's lip with enough force to send drops of blood scattering\nto the wind. Dazed, Supergirl didn't even see 681's boot strike forward and\nconnect with her midsection. She landed on her ass, her short red skirt bouncing\nup into the air and wafting down gently.
\n681 swung her long, sexy leg in a swift arc upwards, her toe smashing into\nSupergirl's chin and slamming her onto her back. Supergirl's proud breasts\nheaved up and down, her legs showing no life and her arms flailing unnoticed at\nher sides. 681 brushed herself off, smoothing the farbric along her costume. Her\nhands rubbed slowly over her crotch. She was getting quite excited, especially\nat the sight of Supergirl laying at her mercy.
\n681 stepped forward, one high heeled boot playfully running underneath\nSupergirl's tiny red skirt. The toe hovered underneath the soft farbric, rolling\nfrom side to side as Supergirl moaned softly on the ground. 681 gently pushed\nher toe down, pressing it onto Supergirl's wet pussy. Supergirl's moan exploded\nin a mixture of pain and longing. Blood from her lip ran down her cheek, curling\naround and dripping to the pavement.
\n681 stopped playing with her boot and straddled the girl of steel, lowering\nherself to her knees and rubbing her own pussy hard into Supergirl's pelvis.\nSupergirl's back arced in pleasure, her eyes closed. 681 rolled her body\nforward, a small gasp of pleasure escaping her lips as her breasts pressed into\nthe firm and magnificent breasts of Supergirl's. 681 continued to lean forward\nuntil her face hovered just slightly over Supergirl's face. 681's lips breathed\nover Supergirl's face, her lips gently rubbing against Supergirl's quivering,\ndesperate lips. 681's hand slowly traveled up Supergirl's side, starting below\nher skirt and settling into a firm and almost painful grip of Supergirl's rock\nhard nipple.
\nThe cruel smile returned to 681's face as she pulled back, to Supergirl's dazed\nbut undeniable disapointment. 681 cruelly slapped Supergirl's face, her palm\nleaving a red mark on Supergirl's cheek. Supergirl's eyelids fluttered. 681\nslapped her again. The cheek began to turn black and blue. Supergirl's eyes\nsnapped open, but no longer were they filled with fiery anger.
\n\"If only the world could see you now, whore,\" 681 said, her hand violently\ngripping Supergirl's breast. \"They'd see what a pathetic tramp you are. You're\nno match for me. You're not even worthy of my attention. You're no girl of\nsteel.\"
\n681 was enjoying her verbal taunts of Supergirl. Supergirl's eyes has moistened\nagain. 681 could see the confusion in them. But behind the confusion, she saw\nthe beginnings of something else. She smiled in pleasure at what she saw.
\n\"Now open your mouth, bitch.\"
\nSupergirl's jaw quiverred, and Supergirl defiantly kept her mouth closed. 681\npatiently swung her hand and slapped Supergirl's face with enough authority to\nsnap her head to the side. \"Open up,\" 681 teased. \"Or I'll stop holding back.\nAnd then I'll really hurt you.\"
\nSupergirl's eyes widened in terror and stared at 681's confident smile.\nSupergirl's quivvering jaw slackened, and her lips spread apart tentatively. 681\nsmiled approvingly. \"Wider,\" she coaxed. Supergirl complied. 681 leaned forward\nand spat, a long stream of salavia dripped down and landed in Supergirl's mouth,\nsplashing against her chin and cheeks. Supergirl's hand rose to try and wipe it\naway, but 681 swatted the hand away.
\n\"Leave it,\" she commanded. \"You can't wipe yourself without my permission,\nbitch.\"
\n681 rose to her feet, watching Supergirl fight the desire to remove the spit\nfrom her face. The saliva rolled down her cheeks, mingling with the blood.\nSupergirl's hair clung sweaty and dirty to Supergirl's face and neck. Supergirl\nwas beginning to show signigicant damage. 681 nodded approvingly and stepped\nbackwards. She was aware of Supergirl's eyes rolling over her body, studying its\nseductive curves. She was almost ready.
\n\"On your knees, tramp,\" 681 commanded. Supergirl rolled onto her stomach, her\nbreasts rubbing against the dirt and mud, soiling her proud \"S\" on her chest.\nShe wearily pushed herself up with her weak arms and slumped into a kneeling\nposition, her fantastic ass pressing into the heels of her red boots. Her arms\nhung lifelessly at her sides. 681 frowned.
\n\"I didn't tell you to be beaten yet, Nothing girl,\" 681 scolded. \"Kneel up\nstraight. Lift that ass up.\"
\nSupergirl complied, wincing in pain as her weak legs straightened, her back\nstraightening. Her eyes flashed obediently at 681. 681 stepped around Supergirl\nslowly, her long leg rubbing against Supergirl's breast and cheek. 681 stood\nbehind Supergirl. She bent down, lifting the rear of Supergirl's red skirt to\nexpose her naked bottom. 681's other gloved hand struck with blinding speed,\nforcing Supergirl to shriek in pain.
\n\"Did that hurt, Supergirl?\" 681 moaned. \"Don't collapse just yet. I'm not even\nclose to being finished.\"
\n\"Please...\" Supergirl struggled, 681's spit still visible on her cheek and chin.\n\"Please....\"
\n681 pushed Supergirl face first into the dirt and dug her heel into Supergirl's\nback. \"Please what, bitch? Stop hurting you?\"
\n\"Who...who are you,\" Supergirl managed.
\n\"I told you who I am,\" 681 answered patiently. `Now say it.\"
\nSupergirl shook her head. \"No. I won't.\"
\n681 smile grew wider. Supergirl wasn't finished just yet. So much the better.
\n\"Stand up.\" 681 commanded.
\nSupergirl struggled to get to her feet. 681 impatiently yanked Supergirl to her\nfeet by the hair.
\n681 grabbed Supergirl's face in her hands and brought it close to her own.\nLeaning in, her moist lips hovered just a hair above Supergirl's. \"Well,\nprincess,\" 681's hot breath tingled Supergirl's lips. \"Your overrated ass is\nmine. And now I'm going to tear it off.\" And she kissed her, 681's tongue\nthrusting into Supergirl's wanting mouth, twisting and probing and dominating.
\nAnd before Supergirl could be satisfied, 681 pulled back and thrust her arms\nforward, sending Supergirl skidding backwards against the ground.
\n681 let out a ferocious cry and charged the princess of power. Supergirl\ndesperately tried to crawl backwards to safety, her ass bumping and dragging\nthrough the dirt and mud. But she wasn't nearly fast enough for 681.
\n681 swung and slashed at the maid of steel. Supergirl's body went limp nearly\ninstantly, but 681 did not let up. Supergirl's body was completely manhandled as\n681 rained physical abuse on her. Her costume was barely holding together, its\nstiching giving way in most places.
\nAfter a few moments of intense torture, Supergirl screamed in a mixture of\nterror and pain. 681 allowed her to sink to her knees before her.
\nPanting and nearing a climax, 681 eyed the thoroughly destroyed Supergirl before\nher.
\n\"NOW SAY WHO I AM, BITCH!\"
\nSupergirl raised her shaken jaw and stared into 681's eyes.
\n\"You are my master,\" she said. No pain or defeat in her voice. Only acceptance.\nComplete, total submission to her master.
\n681 could no longer contain herself, bursting forth with pleasure and\nexcitement. She rubbed her palm over her crotch, enjoying the eruption.\nSupergirl sat obediently, waiting for her master to finish. When she did, 681\nstared down at her humilated opponent.
\n\"Sorry, babe,\" 681 said with genuine remorse. \"But I've got to go to work.\"
\nSupergirl continued kneeling obediently as 681 stepped forward and slammed her\nfist into the former princess of power's face, knocking her unconscious\ninstantly. Supergirl's battered body folded to the ground.
\n681 smiled and started to walk away. The body behind her, all she could see was\nthe world before her. And no one stood in her way.
\nIn the last segment, Supergirl was investigating a series of techno- robberies\nin industrial parks throughout Silicon Valley. There she encounters the\nbeautiful 681, who appears to have some kind of power-enhancing suit; more power\nthan Supergirl can take, as it turns out. Supergirl is brutally beaten and\ndefeated by 681...
\nSupergirl continued kneeling obediently as 681 stepped forward and slammed her\nfist into the former princess of power's face, knocking her unconscious\ninstantly. Supergirl's battered body folded to the ground.
\nSupergirl awoke feeling battered and bruised, which was not a sensation she was\nused to. Her blurry eyes strained to make out her surroundings. She was outside\nthe laboratory. She could see the ruined wall where 681 had tossed her aside...
\n...like garbage.
\nSupergirl shook away the thought. She groaned and crawled onto her knees. Her\nhair clung in sweaty tatters around her neck. Her blue shirt hung loosely around\nher breasts. One of the sleeves had almost completely given way, the stiching\ntorn. Her tiny skirt was hardly recognizable.
\nSupergirl allowed tears to run down her face. 681 had thoroughly dominated her.\nShe remembered being on her knees willingly, accepting 681 as her master.\nAnything to stop the beating. Anything to get a chance, an opening for escape.
\nSupergirl wondered if she was being honest with herself. She had given herself\nto 681, but she didn't really remember trying to come up with a plan for escape.\nShe thought of 681's long legs and breasts pushing against her own...
\nSupergirl roared in a mixture of pain and desperation. She rocketed into the\nsky, soaring high into the heavens. She raced far and fast, hoping to outrun the\nthoughts that clung to her like the bruises.
\n681 flipped through her survelliance monitors, hardly looking at the screens.\nHer eyes were fixated on the sight of the so-called \"princess of power\" kneeling\nbefore her, begging her mistress to stop. The corner of 681's lip curled up in\npleasure at the memory.
\nShe always knew that Supergirl could be taken. She just didn't know how\ncompletely it could be done.
\n681's hand slid down to her crotch and she rubbed the nagging ache absently. She\nwas looking forward to seeing Supergirl again. It was only a matter of time.
\nSupergirl tore what was left of her costume off of her body and sank into the\nbathtub. Her bruises had already almost healed only a few hours after the fight.
\nSupergirl tried to work out what 681 was after with her robberies. If only she\ncould figure out what her plan was, then she could stop her...
\nAn involuntary shudder shook Supergirl. The thought of meeting 681 again was\nterrifying. She had been like a little child in 681's hands. 681 had torn her\ndown, physically and mentally. Her mistress was unbeatable.
\nSupergirl sat up, realizing what she had just thought. Without making a consious\neffort, her mind had identified 681 as her mistress. Supergirl shook her head in\ndisbelief.
\nSupergirl found 681 in a wharehouse, rifling through boxes. She strode forward\nconfidently.
\n\"Round two.\"
\n681 turned, bemused. She caught Supergirl's fist with her hand and squeezed.\nSupergirl howled in pain.
\n\"On you knees, bitch.\"
\nSupergirl obediantly got down on her knees. 681 nodded approvingly. \"Good,\" she\nsaid. \"Now what do you want?\"
\nSupergirl looked up at her mistress' face with longing eyes. \"You,\" she\nwhispered.
\n\"You disgust me, tramp,\" 681 said. \"If your fans could see you now.\"
\n681 stepped forward menacingly. Supergirl fell backwards onto her ass, her hand\noutstretched. \"No...\"
\n681 ignored her. She grabbed Supergirl's head and twisted it violently to the\nside, snapping it. Supergirl went limp...
\n...and she sat up straight in her bed, stifling a silent scream. She panted, the\nsweat washing away the nightmare. She lifted out of the bed and flew across her\ndomicile, landing in the kitchen. She poured a glass of water from the sink and\ndrank it quickly.
\nShe was no match for 681. She had no hope of beating her mistress. What was she\ngoing to do? Supergirl didn't know.
\n681 inspected the machine in her underground base. Using technogology pilfered\nfrom Silicon Valley, the machine was nearly complete. Only a piece remained\nbefore she controlled the most destructive weapon on the planet.
\n\"Nice hardware.\"
\n681 slowly turned to see Supergirl standing before her. She allowed herself a\nsmirk. \"What are you doing here, little slut?\"
\nSupergirl smiled and glanced around. \"You had to be taking your stolen items\nsomewhere. It was just a matter of tracing your steps, then using my x-ray\nvision to locate your facility.
\n681 sidled towards Supergirl, her legs slowly and deliberately criss crossing as\nshe walked towards Supergirl. \"And what are you x-raying now, little\ngirl?\"
\nSupergirl resisted the urge to step backwards. She flashed an uneasy smile and\nput her hands on her hips. \"You won't catch me off guard again.\"
\n681 laughed and stopped in front of Supergirl. Her hand snaked out and firmly\ngrabbed Supergirl's breast. She leaned close, her hot breath filling the maid of\nsteel's ear. \"You want it, don't you? You want me to pull that flimsy skirt from\nyour body and lick you all over. Just ask. That's all. Just ask.\"
\nSupergirl fought back a tremble. She opened her eyes and pushed 681 away from\nher. \"You're under arrest.\"
\n681 laughed. \"Really? Well then, come and get me.\"
\nSupergirl stepped forward, directly into a roundhouse kick from 681. The kick\nsent her spiraling upwards, crashing through the ceiling and popping out above\nground.
\nSupergirl crawled to her knees in the mud, rubbing her aching jaw.\nShe glanced back at the hole and saw 681 bound out.
\n\"You just don't seem to learn, do you, slut?\" 681 said, sounding bored. She\nreached down to yank Supergirl to her feet. Supergirl spun her legs, taking\n681's out from under her. In a flash, Supergirl straddled 681 and began raining\na barrage of blows to her face. Supergirl didn't dare hold back.
\n681 squirmed between Supergirl's thighs, trying to break free. Supergirl's fists\nrained down again and again, and spots of blood scattered through the air.\nSupergirl felt 681's legs flip up and grab her around the neck. 681 yanked\nSupergirl away from her body, kicking her across the field.
\n\"You bitch!\" 681 screamed, wiping the blood away from her lips and nose.\nSupergirl stumbled backwards, tripping in the slippery footing and landing on\nher ass in the mud 681 strode towards her confidently. \"Now you're going to die,\nlittle girl.\"
\nSupergirl rocketed into the air, taking flight. 681 shot up into the sky after\nher, quickly catching up to her and grabbing her ankle.
\nSupergirl twisted in the air, trying to break free. 681's hold on her ankle\nwould not break. With her other hand, 681 reached up and grabbed Supergirl by\nthe shirt, balling up the \"s\" symbol in her fist. 681 roared in anger and held\nSupergirl above her head, finally throwing her down with frightening speed\ntowards the ground.
\nSupergirl struggled to regain control, but momentum slammed her several feet\ninto the earth. She gasped for breath, trying to pull herself to her feet. Like\na piledriver, 681's feet slammed into her back, slamming Supergirl back into the\ndirt. Mud and dirt filled her mouth, silencing the maid of steel's cry.
\n681 grabbed the maid of might's golden hair and yanked her from the ground. 681\ndelivered a pulverizing shot to her face. Blood erupted from Supergirl's nose.\n681 slammed a fist into Supergirl's ribs. Supergirl shrieked as she felt one\nbreak.
\n681 yanked the beaten Supergirl towards her, both hands holding her by the\nshirt. Supergirl's toes dragged through the mud, her legs dangling without\nstrength. 681's lips hovered above Supergirl's.
\n\"You know you want it. Just say it. Say it, and maybe I'll let you live. Say\nit.\"
\nSupergirl's mouth quivered, then finally she spat into 681's face. \"Never,\" she\nsaid through steely teeth.
\n681 roared in anger and ripped Supergirl's shirt in two, tearing it from her\nbody. She whipped Supergirl around, taking the torn segments of her shirt and\nbinding her arms together. She turned the trussed up Supergirl towards her and\nslapped her in the face with punishing authority. Supergirl sank to her\nknees.
\n\"Now say it. I am your mistress.\"
\n\"Never.\"
\n681 kicked Supergirl's chin, knocking her flat onto her back. 681 straddled the\nbeaten maid of might and cupped her own breast in her hand, holding it towards\nSupergirl's mouth. \"Go on,\" 681 encouraged. \"Suck it. You want to.\"
\nSupergirl spit on 681's breast. 681 roared in anger and lifted Supergirl above\nher head. An instant later, Supergirl's back slammed into 681's outstretched\nknee. Supergirl howled in pain, her back felt like it was shattered in a\nthousand places. Through the pain, Supergirl smiled. \"Never,\" she repeated.
\n\"So this is some kind of moral victory, little miss blondie?\" 681 said. \"That\ndoesn't do you much good when you're dead.\"
\n\"No,\" Supergirl groaned. \"But by now the police have seized your hideout.\"
\n681 turned in the direction of her base, for the first time hearing the police\nsirens. She turned back to Supergirl, her eyes blazing. \"You fucking slut.\"
\nSupergirl kept grinning. \"Your suit must have some kind of limited power supply.\nI'm guessing that it's in your base. How much power do you have left in the\ntank?\"
\n\"Enough to kill you,\" 681 said, reaching forward and grabbing Supergirl's neck.
\n\"Maybe,\" Supergirl allowed. \"But then? Enough to break into the police and\nrecover whatever energy source you use? Enough to stop other superheroes from\ntrying to catch you?\"
\n681 wrung her hand in frustration. She stared at the bare chested Supergirl, her\nhair hanging in sweaty clumps, her face brusied and bloody. And smiling in\ntriumph. 681 released her hold, dropping her to the ground.
\n\"This isn't over,\" 681 said bitterly. \"You may have some sick kind of moral\nvictory right now, so enjoy it.\" She bent down, leaning close so that her eyes\nstared directly into Supergirl's. \"But we both know that I can take you anytime,\nanywhere. And soon, Supergirl, I'm going to do just that.\"
\n681 swung a fist and crashed into Supergirl's jaw, knocking her unconscious. 681\nstrode away angrily.
\nSupergirl lay in her bathtub, easing her bruised but rapidly healing body. She\nhad stopped 681's plan and refused to submit, but still she felt uneasy. Someday\nshe'd have to face 681 again, and she wouldn't have the same way out. She still\ndidn't know anything about her, or what her suit was or where it came from.
\nSupergirl closed her eyes and eased back into the water. They were troubling\nquestions. But they could wait for another time.
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