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Part One
Kara Zorel had flown through a region of the galaxy she had not visited before and now she continued her flight back towards Earth. Traveling she loved, but she also liked it when she got back home. She was sure Kal would love to hear about that strange little planet she'd been to where...
But Supergirl suddenly noticed a huge metallic spherical construction in her path, and she used her x-ray vision to look it over. It had no living being in it, and looked to be eons old. A probe from some planet that would never get it back, she assumed. As she flew past it she never noticed that automated systems suddenly clicked on and the craft began to move after her, following in her wake.
It took her some time before she happened to look back and discovered she was being followed. She wondered what sort of automated programing had instructed the probe to follow her, and if the machine might be a threat to people. If that was the case she could not allow it to follow her to any inhabited planet.
She turned back and flew towards the unit, and it shut down and acted as dead as when she had first encountered it. As she circled the device, she used her x-ray vision to examine the interior more carefully. It had several sections, one for propulsion, a small unit of electronics that probably controlled it and provided the artificial intelligence, solar panels on the exterior and a large section of the hull filled with melon sized plastic spheres. Inside the spheres she saw a fluid of some kind. She grew worried as she saw this.
If the spheres were a payload, this machine was designed to deliver them somewhere, and to follow anything it caught moving nearby. The stealth mode indicated that it was not peaceable, and the fluid in the spheres could be assumed to be some kind of biological weapon. She analysed what she saw in front of her and felt she would have to destroy this thing.
Supergirl flew towards the satellite, and as she got within a few hundred feet, the propulsion units on it came alive and sent it moving off to one side, attempting to avoid her. She again looked inside the thing and examined it thoroughly. There was nothing alive in it, and she decided it was potentially too dangerous to leave here.
She sped up and caught it, pushing it faster on a path towards the nearest sun. Faster and faster she pushed it, and the limited programming of the artificial intelligence was unable to find a way to react to what was happening. She approached the corona of the yellow sun she approached and suddenly vents opened, deploying the globes she had seen inside the satellite into space about her. Some of them smashed into her and broke open, releasing a thick sticky fluid that flowed over her. She coughed and spat, the material was getting into her eyes, nostrils and mouth, and it was vile tasting.
Even faster, she entered the sun's bulk and the probe and its payload began to melt, vaporize and be totally destroyed. She glanced back, and the small spheres deployed had been pulled in by the sun's gravity and were also vaporized and totally eliminated. The sun's heat was incinerating every bit of the fluid from her body and her uniform. She knew she had swallowed and inhaled some of the material when it hit her. The shock of the release had caught her unawares and the gasping at what she felt was an involuntary reaction on her part.
So she took a deep breath, taking the super-heated plasma of the sun into her lungs, She swallowed part of into her stomach. It did not harm her, but she did feel a little uncomfortable. She thought that she must have vaporized every bit of the fluid that had come in contact with her, and turned to leave the interior of the star she had entered.
She flew out of the sun and turned to resume her pathway home. When she did so she had gone only a short distance whan a sleek spacecraft approached her. She recognized the markings of the Flediarns, a planet that both she and Kal had visited in the past.
As the craft came up to her, she stopped to greet the aliens. But a couple emerged from the craft and signaled her to join them. When she went through the airlock, she found a crew of four, who were dressed in military uniforms. The Captain of the vessel spoke. "Greetings, Kara of Krypton. I must ask you if you have seen any kind of automated metal spheres in this region of space?"
She told them that she had, and what had happened. As she did so she saw the fear in their reactions, and the Captain listened closely to how she had destroyed it. "Amazing. You are sure you are not contaminated? Our patrols here were told a Xufavian attack sphere had been seen and we were looking to destroy it. Thank you for doing so."
Kara smiled. "I thought it was suspicious. Glad to help. What exactly was it?" The Captain replied. "Eons ago the Xufavians were in a war with someone else in which both sides were wiped out. They left behind things that have still survived this long and are very dangerous if activated."
"What you encountered was a copulation bomb. The smaller spheres when deployed would burst and spread the toxin throughout a planet's atmosphere. When exposed, it would cause the humanoid inhabitants to to be totally overcome with a mating hunger that would wipe out any other interests. The people would not manufacture food or goods, nor would they defend themselves, they would only want to copulate with anyone of the opposite sex they encountered. It was a strange, particularly bizarre way to render an enemy world helpless."
Kara displayed her amazement on her face. "That sounds horrible! And fiendishly clever. I am glad I was able to destroy the thing before it was deployed against an innocent planet!"
The Flediarns used their equipment to scan Kara as they were still worried she might have a trace of the weapon virus on her, but going over her costume and her skin from head to toe found no trace of it. She left the others with a fond farewell, and a promise to pass their well wishes on to her cousin when she returned to earth.
As she flew back, she felt a slight discomfort in he digestive system. Swallowing the fiery gases of that sun to clean out her system had been nasty, even for her. Doing so had wiped out every trace of the virus in her stomach. But she did not know that a few microscopic particles had gone through her lungs into her bloodstream before she flew into that sun. Her body's antibodies and the radiation from the plunge into the sun had nearly destroyed the infestation, but in a weakened, mutated form it still existed in her, and grew to infest her system.
Part Two
Kara awoke feeling hot and short of breath. Sensations ran through her entire body, making her feel maddeningly agitated. She could not imagine what was affecting her at first, then her hands went to her crotch and she found that only serious stimulation of her pubic region with her fingers gave her the slightest trace of relief. She came to realize that she was picturing in her mind handsome virile men she had seen naked in the past, and imagining it was a cock and not her fingers that were inside her.
But the relief she got was only enough to take a small edge off the sensations she felt. She was panting, driven by a passion to have sex that was more important to her than anything else she could imagine.
She felt she had to do something to stop the hunger she felt in her crotch. Her fingers were not working. So she sped out the window and found a deserted auto scrap yard. She took an engine block in her hands and used her bare hands to squeeze and form the metal into a solid steel dildo that she inserted into her pussy and clenched with the muscles of her cunt.
The slight relief was short-lived. Even with her eyes closed and her imagination trying to picture the man who was inside her, she could not escape the fact that her sex was not real. She knew she had to have a real masculine cock inside her to satisfy her hunger!
The next morning, in the sexiest bikini she could find, she was strutting down the sidewalk in Miami Beach. She looked over the crowd, including many young men who were staring at her. She was sure she could get her satisfaction here. A guy in a van pulled over to the curb near her and whistled. "You look pretty fine, babe! What's your pleasure? I got a mini-fridge in the back with some cold ones. And a cozy spot if you are interested in a little action! I'm Frank..."
She smiled back at him. He was nice looking and offering her just what she wanted. "Hi Frank, I'm... Kathy. I'd like to check out the back of your van... sounds real nice!"
She walked around to the back and Frank cracked open the back door to reveal the van was fitted out well for seduction. Thick red carpeting on the floor was accompanied by a padded bed cover in purple and pink paisley with strategically placed comfortable red velvet cushions. Any female entering Frank's van had to know what she was in for.
Not that that was so bad. Frank had pulled off his tank top and Kara saw that he was nicely tanned and really buff. She smiled at the guy who looked a little like a chiselled Greek god. He could give her just what she was so in need of! She climbed into that van and as he closed the door she reached back and loosened the top of her bikini, revealing her breasts to her horny host.
"Wow, Kathy! That's a wicked set of knockers you're displaying! Do they feel as sweet as they look?" Kara gave him an inviting smile, and answered. "Instead of taking my word for it, stud, you'll just have to find out for yourself!" She dropped back on the bed and lay face up, her hands squeezing and pushing up her boobs.
Frank dropped to his knees by the bed and wrapped his fingers around the magnificent mounds. Liking what he had, he bent forward and began to lick and suck at the nipples, exciting them to stand up like bullets. Supergirl shuddered from the sensations of her chest being skillfully tantalized. It felt so good for a brief time, but them she knew she wanted more.
She reached down and tugged at the strings holding her tiny bikini bottom in place, and when Frank saw her do this he knew he had best day on the beach. The bitch was horny as hell and was asking for it. No need to slowly seduce this buxom blonde, she wanted it as much as he did.
He stood up and dropped his shorts to the floor. His cock was already excited, and stood up solid and ready. Kara looked down at it and gasped. The guy was really well hung and there the cock was, so close, so ready to satisfy her. She panted with anticipation. He climbed on the bed and swung on top of her.
Kara shuddered as she felt the man put one hand down to massage and tantalize her cunt. This was what she had been fixating over and she was finally going to satisfy her intense cravings for sexual release! Frank felt her twat was loose and slick with fluids. The babe was so ready, he brought his body over and slid his stiffened cock to her slit and eased it into her.
Supergirl felt the penetration and trembled from head to toe at the intrusion. There was no hymen to bar his path, Kara's fingers and dildos she had used had broken that open in the past. As the man's cock pushed deep into her, the heroine managed to think for a second and recalled she had to concentrate on keeping control over her body to avoid hurting her partner. If she hugged him too tight, she would crush him.
She kept a tight control on her body as she gasped and rode the waves of pleasure that were running through her. He was shifting back and forth, pulling his cock up, then plunging it into her cunt. Each bit of movement was bliss to her as the nerves in her love slit were driven wild by his stimulation. He was on the verge of coming inside her, but he was holding back, trying to keep the copulation at it's peak for as long as he could. Kara had her legs spread as far apart as she could, asking her lover to penetrate as far as he could.
Finally, he smacked his body down and pushed as deep into the canal as he could. The sensation of sexual communion was too much for Kara as her body was overcome by the feeling of a massive orgasm that blew her mind. She moaned with deep animal pleasure and the muscles of her groin clamped down to get all the contact they could with the cock that was pleasuring her.
It took her several minutes to come to her senses, and as she did she heard the man's horrible screams. She opened her eyes and saw the look of terrible pain on his face. She realised she'd lost it and the man was in bad shape. Kara had to concentrate on easing back, but the sexual high she had achieved was fighting her. Then she managed to slow the trip-hammer beating of her heart and relax the part of her body that had clamped on the man's appendage. She eased out from under him and saw he was still twitching in pain. She picked him up, as carefully as she could, and turned to exit the van.
At a nearby hospital, a duty nurse suddenly heard screaming from a station of the emergency entrance ward that she thought was empty. Running over and looking in, she saw a nude young man laying on a bed, twitching and in obvious extreme pain. Her training took over and she called out for help. The response team came at once and it was only later that questions arose about who the man was and how he had suddenly appeared where he was.
Back at the motel room that Kara had rented that day to leave her costume when she changed into the bikini, Supergirl lay curled up on the bed, her head in her hands. She was crying and her body was wracked by tremors of misery in contemplation of what she had done. She could not believe she had allowed herself to seriously harm that fellow. If she had had her arms around him when the orgasm hit her, she might have crushed him totally.
In the end, she had lost control, just as she had always feared she might. This damned affliction, this unholy craving for sexual satisfaction had driven her to break her vow to never harm any living thing if she could avoid it. Superman had been her ideal and the person she looked up to more than anyone else on Earth, and he had always told her his creed was to never do anything to harm any living creatures, even his enemies. Kara had wanted to uphold the same belief, but instead that poor man was in a hospital due to her actions.
After hours of misery over the events in the van, Supergirl slowly had another series of thought begin to develop. When she had been engaged in sex with Frank, she had enjoyed it greatly. It had been so blissful with the sex blowing her mind. And it has satified that overwhelming hunger that had been gnawing at her. But the ache inside her groin was coming back. She was once again feeling the heavy need to copulate. She had done it, and it had been so good. She had to do it again. And the part of her mind that was still sane was horrified to think that before too long she just might go out and fuck someone else, no matter what it cost her bedmate!
Part Three
Kara flew back to Metropolis, enduring the pain of her longing and the fear that she would lose control if she didn't find some other way to satisfy her hunger. She swallowed her pride and knew she had to go to someone for help. There was no way she could allow Kal-el to know what she was going through, but she thought of Doctor Tyler Rollins at the Star Research Institute.
He had studied Kryptonian physiology and knew more about Superman and Supergirl than anyone else on Earth. Rollins in the past had helped the pair of heroes several times and she thought he might help her again. So she landed at the complex and moved to his lab.
When she entered, Dr. Rollins was at is desk, going over his notes on a project he was involved in. He looked up and smiled. "Kara! It's good to see you, my friend. Is there a problem?"
She was about to deny that, but she decided the seriousness of her problem meant she had to be honest. "Ahh... yes, Doctor. Can you figure a way that I might be able to have sex with the normal human man? Without hurting him?"
The Doc smiled a little. He figured that Kara must have met a young man who she was interested in, and her super-powers made it impossible to advance the relationship to the next level like a normal couple would. "I think I could devise something that would allow you to have a normal sex life, my dear. If you feel you would like to do that with someone, I think you should have the chance to do so. First thing I think I should give you a complete physical to measure what we have to deal with. I need to include a gynaecological exam, so take off your clothes, climb in the chair and put your feet in the stirups."
Doc Rollins went over her thoroughly from head to toe, finding her in perfect shape. When he examined her groin he was surprised at how moist and sensitive it was as soon as he touched it. She moaned. "Doctor, please figure something out. I am really in need of sexual satisfaction."
He wondered what this reaction in Kara meant. Was she in some kind of periodical mating period unique to Kryptonian females? Kal-el came from his home planet as an infant and might not know of this phenomonen. Kara came a teen-ager, and may have been reluctant to speak about what happened to her body at some point during puberty if it was very different from what happened to earthlings.
"Kara, I have an idea that we might be able to try. Get dressed and wait in my office while I prepare something." Supergirl forced herself to get dressed, when she actually wanted nothing else but sex. The only thing that calmed her as she waited was the hope that her friend would be able to help her somehow.
It was over two hours later when the doctor finally returned from his lab. Kara stood up and stared at him with a fast beating heart. "Did you figure anything out? Can you help me?" He smiled at her. "I think so. I have assembled a capsule that might do the trick."
He raised his hand and she saw he was holding a small plastic capsule that gave off a faint green glow. She took a step closer, then gasped at the tingling she felt. "Kryptonite? I can tell you have some there!" He nodded. "Yes, there is a trace of finely powdered kryptonite in this, accompanied by a mixture of specialized medical compounds. I am sure it will slightly weaken your system without doing any harm to you. You may feel discomfort when swallowing it, but it could allow you to have full sexual relations with a normal Earth male without your partner being in danger."
Her eyes got very wide and she thought over what he had said. "That's wonderful!" She reached over and took the capsule and held it between her fingers. It stung a little, but was not as painful as the past exposures she'd had to the deadly green mineral. Doctor Rollins continued. "The medicine will only act for a short while, and any trace of it should leave your system naturally after a short time as you eliminate your wastes. You will... Kara! what are you doing?"
He saw his patient pop the pill into her mouth and swallow. She shook her head as the tingling passed down her throat into her stomach, then seemed to disapate over her entire body. There was no pain, but she felt a little different. She stripped off her costume and panted with excitement over the passion she felt building inside of her. She stepped close to the doctor, who was watching with shock at what Supergirl was doing.
Her right arm went around his back, her left hand to his crotch. "Tyler, you have done it! I need to feel the love of a man, help me!" He wanted to pull back, but was hesitant. Kara's strength had been reduced, but he still thought of her as the powerful Kryptonian young women who he could not physically resist. He protested. "Kara, please... you are my patient, I cannot take advantage of you..."
His protests were absurd. She pushed at him, continuing to masage his cock though the clothes he wore. Her other hand unbuttoned Tyler's shirt and pulled it away from him. She leaned in and kissed him on the lips, and felt a reaction in his cock. He did nothing to stop her as she stripped the clothes off of him, and his arousal was revealed in the reaction of his dick to the young, beautiful girl who was all over him.
Any regrets were pushed far back in his mind as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed back with all the passion his body felt. They stumbled over to a couch in the corner of his office and she lay back on the couch and he dropped on top of her kissing her breasts and fingering her twat. She moaned with the pleasure she finally was enjoying. He felt her pussy slick and moist with the fluid she was producing. So he shifted his body and slowly slid inside of her.
His attentions were as insistant as she required, as the doctor was now very energetically fucking her. He kissed her deeply, swapping tongues. His hands squeezed and mashed her breasts, interested in the sensual feel of her mammaries. He thrust his cock up and down, going deep into her as he could and feeling her pussy throb and pull together to feel every bit of his shaft. She arched her back and raised her hips to press hard against the man, wanting as much of his dick in her as was possible. She came hard, with her entire body twitching from the massive orgasm that occured even as Tyler erupted his seed inside of her.
She felt pleasure greater than she had previously thought possible, and when he shifted his body and pulled the limp remains of his cock from her body, she wriggled down to attack the member with her mouth. She licked and sucked at the fluids that covered his cock, teasing the shaft from tip to base as her fingers massaged and teased his ball sack. Her efforts quickly brought his dick back to life, and they enjoyed a second violent, passionate bout of sex.
This was repeated, and repeated again. Finally all her efforts could not revive his member and they lay side by side, panting from their efforts. She had a big smile on her face and spoke. "That... that was fantastic! you did it, you made it possible for me to copulate... oh, thank you so much!" Then another sensation began to run through her body, and she could sense the effects of the casule had worn off and her super powers were returning.
Her fuck mate lay next to her, but he was not thinking of the fantastic bout of sex in the way she was. He was guilt-ridden at the fact that he had relations with one of his patients. In his guilty remorse, he ignored the fact that she had practically raped him. "Oh God... this was so wrong... Kara, I'm so sorry. I should not have done this to you!"
She rolled herself towards him, pressed her voluptuous body tight and kissed him on the cheek. "Don't feel bad, Tyler. I needed this and we are both adults. I am very thankful to you for everything. How soon can you make up some more of those capsules?"
He lept up from the couch and backed away from her. "No! That was just an experiment, and although it worked, I would not want you to use the capsules too much. The dosage was minimal, but I don't know what would happen if you were to take them on a regular basis. It might be very dangerous!" Kara begged him to reconsider, but with concern for his patient and regrets for allowing himself to compromise the patient-doctor relationship, Doctor Rollins insisted she would not get any more of the capsules.
Supergirl saw the man would not change his mind about her request, and left. But that night she snuck back into the research facility and broke into the files where he kept his notes. She copied the listing of ingrediants and method of manufacture for the capsules and decided she would have to find a different source for them.
Part Four
Kara wore jeans, a t-shirt and a grey overcoat as she went to the meeting. She entered the warehouse and saw it was empty except for a small table in the center and a couple of old wooden chairs. A young dark-haired man sat in one of the chairs, and he had his hand on a red leather gym bag on the table. She walked over to him, and he was staring intently at the compact attache case she was carrying.
"Is that the goods?" He was eager to make the trade and his eyes went wide when she opened the case and unwrapped the cloth bundle to show the pile of uncut diamonds. She looked about and frowned. "Where is Simon? My deal was with him."
The punk smiled. "He sent me to take care of things." He pulled a wooden container that looked like a cigar box from the bag and placed it on the table, sliding it towards Kara. She took a deep breath and braced herself for the contents, then snapped the box open. She had planned to take a quick look, then snap it closed before it could effect her. Instead she left it open and stared at the rows of small plastic capsules, each filled with a metallic powder that had a green glow.
The thug reached towards the attache case for the diamonds, but one of her hands shot out to close on the man's wrist. She growled angrily, "What kind of double cross are trying to pull? These are not what I made a deal to get!" As she put pressure on the man's wrist, he screamed. "I don't know what you're talking about. The boss just told me to meet you and make the trade." Supergirl squeezed harder and heard the bones in his wrist snap. "WHERE IS HE?"
Moments later, carrying the gym bag and the attache case, Kara burst into the office of Simon Garrett and slammed the two items down on the man's desk. She screamed at him with obvious rage, "Where the hell is my kryptonite, damnit?"
Simon wondered how the young woman had gotten past his bodyguards in the outer office. He didn't know that both of them were laying out there in a lot of pain because they had gotten in Kara's way. She pulled out the wooden case and flipped it open. "These capsules look like they contain the material I brought you, but they are not." She came around the desk and crowded close to the gang boss. He reached under his coat for his pistol, but as fast as he pulled it out, she swung her hand out and batted the gun away. She screamed in his face, "Where is my kryptonite, damnit!"
He hesitated in replying, so she slapped him across his face. The movement seemed effortless, but she cracked his jaw and knocked out a couple of teeth. The pain in his face was forgotten as she grabbed one of his hands and squeezed. The pain made him scream out in agony. He looked into her face that was livid with rage and he gasped out, "It's in the safe... but the capsules are perfect fakes... how could you detect the switch?" He had pulled the switch because the kryptonite was worth a fortune on the black market. That was money he would now never get.
She picked him up effortlessly and threw him to one side where he smashed through the wall and landed in the next room seriously broken up. She ignored his moans of agony and walked over to the safe. She tore the front of it away and looked over the contents. She ignored the stacks of currency and ledgers with data that would put a lot of men into prison if the books were handed over to the authorities. But her interest was focused on a small metal box that her vision detected as being lead lined.
Supergirl reached for the case, but with some hesitation. She had to force her fingers to flip the catch and open the box a crack. She instantly felt the harsh, piercing pain of kryptonite radiation and winced even as she snapped the box closed again. She sighed in relief now that she had recovered the material that was so terrible for her.
She left the office, wondering what she was going to do about her predicament. As she went through the outer office, one of the guards came around. He pulled his weapon and fired at Kara, but the slugs harmlessly bounced off, but they irritated her. She walked over to the man and grabbed the hand that held the pistol. She squeezed hard, and listened to the bones in his hand snap and shatter. He was on the floor screaming from the excruciating pain when she flew off.
She flew to a desolate area and sat down on a log to think things over. She had to have the material converted to the capsule form to use it. She ached with an agonizing longing for sex that tortured her body and throbbed in her mind. She put her hands to her crotch, pulled down her skirt and panties and inserted fingers into her clit. But no matter how hard, how fast or how skillfully she fingered her cunt and her clitoris, she could not get any relief. The sickness in her demanded copulation with the opposite sex, and would settle for nothing less. She rolled on the ground in the forest clearing, sobbing in frustration at the need that wracked her body.
Kara concentrated, trying to think of a solution to her misery. She needed the capsules. No honest person would help her with such a project. Criminals, it seemed, would just try to steal the kryptonite because of what it was worth. There was no one she could trust to do this for her. Or was there?
At her desk, in the headquarters of LexCorp, Mercy Graves looked over her boss' schedule. She had to get him to project development for a meeting that afternoon with one of the research groups. She suddenly felt a breeze in the office, which was odd. None of the windows were open... She glanced up and saw a gorgeous young women standing at her desk. The comely blonde wore a dark gray topcoat, calf length polished black boots and black sunglasses. She carried a small black leather gym bag.
Mercy scowled. "How did you get in here? I can have security here in an instant. I suggest you leave!" The woman didn't move. "I need to see Mr. Luthor. I would like to do some business with him." The dark-clad woman pulled a cloth sack from her bag and dumped the contents on Mercy's desk. Hundreds of small uncut diamonds bounced about, some dribbling to the floor. Mercy stared at the baubles and had her mouth hanging open.
"Ah... have a seat, I will find out if Mr. Luthor will see you." Mercy reached under her desk where there were two buttons. Pushing the red one would have resulted in a dozen heavily armed security men storming the office. Instead, she pressed the green button. The security men were alerted, but they stopped outside the office, waiting on the other side of the door for instructions.
Mercy turned and walked to a second door. When she grasped the doorknob, it scanned her handprint and instantly released pins that held shut the door that was actually armored steel plate. Precisely counter-balanced, she swung open the door that weighed several times her weight. She walked thru, then closed the barrier behind her.
"Mr. Luthor, we have something that has come up that I feel requires your attention." Lex Luthor glanced up from the material he was reviewing and gave Ms. Graves his full attention. She was his personal assistant and he trusted her ability to analyse a situation. He listened as she described the woman who wished to see him. Then he carefully considered options.
"I will meet with the lady. She sounds like an interesting diversion." Mercy was hardly surprised to hear this from Mr. Luthor. Her boss had a curious streak that allowed him to find just what he needed to know in most situations. The mysterious women had used the correct moves to get in to meet Luthor.
Mercy went out and escorted the visitor into her boss' office. Luthor sat at his desk and stared at the woman. "What do you want?" The woman put down her bag and looked at Luthor. "I have a small quantity of kryptonite. I need it reduced to a very fine powder, mixed with a specific concoction of medical compounds, and packaged in capsules. The diamonds I brought are just a down payment. I can pay you..."
Luthor cut her off. "Ms. Graves, you may go. I will speak to our mysterious visitor in private." Mercy nodded, then returned to her office. Lex turned back to his guest and spoke. "The glasses are not that much of a disguise, Supergirl. Please remove them."
"Whatever you offered to pay me would be nothing compared to what I already have. I would not undertake anything like this for cash. I would only do it for other reasons. Why would you offer me kryptonite? Is this some kind of undercover sting? You and your cousin never worked that way in the past." He saw something in her eyes as she replied. "This is personal. It's... something I need."
Luthor could see the heroine was nervous, and on edge. She sounded like her request was something she needed more than anything else. "Do you have any specifications for this project?" Kara reached in her bag and pulled out copies of Doctor Rollins' notes. She handed then to Luthor, who slowly went through them.
"Very well, Supergirl, I can have a supply of four dozen capsules that will be ready in 24 hours. Return here then. I will let you know what you have to do to repay me then." Kara frowned. "I won't do anything to hurt Kal, and I won't break any law for you..."
"Of course, my dear... I know you are a honest, law-abing champion of justice. Who is trafficing in kryptonite, a serious crime in nearly every juristiction. Couldn't you get anyone else to do this for you?" She sighed, her mind on the fact that she was finally going to get what she so desperately needed. She replied. "I tried. The bastards tried to take my diamonds and keep the kryptonite. I figured you would not do that. You always seemed to be able to get your hands on the green stuff, so you would not have to steal mine."
She turned and left, and Luthor looked in the bag and at the small metal box of the deadly substance. He stood and pondered everything in this situation. Why was she so desperate for these capsules? Why was she unable to get what she needed through legitimate means? And what exactly was the purpose for such an odd concoction?
He sent the material by courier with a copy of the notes to a processing center that would make the capsules. Meanwhile he sat at his desk and devoted all his thinking to uncovering what was going on here. He used his computer to research the medical compounds that were added to the capsules. He considered the miniscule dosage of kryptonite that each capsule held. He could not see any way they could be used as a weapon. In capsule form they had to be designed to be ingested. But a normal person would be uneffected by them.
If a Kryptonion were given a capsule, it would mildly weaken the person. But he or she would know before swallowing the item what was in it. Supergirl had said she would not allow any harm to come to her cousin, so they had to be for her. Luthor looked at the other contents that went into the capsules and finally figured out exactly what Supergirl wanted.
The next day, in her costume, Kara arrived at LexCorp and was quickly ushered into Luthor's office. She took a deep breath as she saw a small wooden case on his desk that her vision noted was lead lined. "Hello, Supergirl." He turned to Ms. Graves, who had accompanied the visitor into his office. "Mercy, this young lady and I have business to finish and other matters to go over. Please excuse us and make sure we are not bothered. Hold all calls." Mercy nodded, and left.
Luthor pointed to the box. "Well, there is your material. I have given you what you wanted. Are you prepared to pay me for them?" Kara could not believe the heat she felt in her loins at the prospect of finally having the means to satisfy her sexual hunger. "Yes! Tell me what you want!" The impatience in her voice was apparent.
"Take off your costume. I'd like to see you naked." She looked over at the man in shock. "What? Is that what you want in exchange for the capsules?" Lex shook his head. "Oh, no. That's what I want in exchange for one capsule. All you have to do is take off that costume, that symbol of truth, justice and the American way and allow me to look you over stripped bare."
Luthor opened the case and Kara winced as she felt a trace of the radiation even though she wasn't that close. The man pulled out one of the capsules and held it out to her. "Do you want it, young lady? Do you want it enough to sacrifice your modesty to an enemy?" He stepped close to her and held it up near her face. She winced and he could see she was uncomfortable being in the vicinity of the mineral, even in such a trace amount. He saw her misery, but looking close he saw her hunger and her deep need that was eating at her.
He murmured to her. "You can have this, girl. Just strip down. I won't touch you. I just want to see every bit of you." Kara's will broke, and she slid off the parts of her costume, one by one. She stood in front of Luthor, naked and ashamed. One arm went across her chest, covering her nipples; the other was at her crotch, covering her sexual slit. She sobbed, and tears ran down her cheeks. She had allowed men to see her like this before, but never a man she loathed as much as Lex Luthor.
Luthor laughed, and tossed the capsule in her direction. She dropped all attempts at a bit of modesty and her hands lunged out to grab at the item. It stung her hand to hold the capsule, but all she could think of was that she finally had what she needed to satisfy the all-consuming hunger that had been punishing her. She shuddered at the thought that now she could go out and find a man to service her.
Luthor was back at his desk when she looked over and saw his hand on the box with the rest of her capsules. She asked, "What do you want for the rest? Do I have to keep coming back here and giving you a perverted look at me?" Supergirl actually blushed at the idea of doing that. She knew she would have to do it, but that didn't make it any less disgusting.
"No, no. If you wish the rest of the capsules, you have to swallow the one you have, bend over this desk and allow me to fuck you." Her mouth dropped open and she showed the disgust in her face at the suggestion. Luthor undid his tie and took off his coat and shirt.
She finally spoke. "You know? How..." He laughed at her. "The other ingrediants in the capules made it obvious. An oral contraceptive... an energy booster. I easily figured out what they were meant to do. And judging by the way you have acted, you are so sexually aroused that failure to copulate with someone is not an option."
She watched him finish his disrobing, and saw his cock was erect and anxious to take her. Her mind began to fog as she stared at the long, stiff cock that would be the satisfaction for all the hunger she felt inside her. She reached down to her clit and felt it throb as she touched the lips of her slit. Just a touch against her clitoris made her shudder and groan. She put the capsule in her mouth and swallowed, ignoring the discomfort.
Then she went to the desk and leaned forward over it. She spread her legs wide and felt the fluids dripping from her clit that needed satisfaction. "Alright, It's a deal. Do it. Come on, do it!" He heard her whine, trembling as she begged for sex. My god, he thought, she's turned into a slut!
He came up behind her and rammed his cock into her pussy and felt her twitch and convuse as she clenched her crotch to caress the dick that had entered her. He pulled back and rammed his cock into her over and over, enjoying the feeling of the woman in heat. He pushed deep into her and slammed his body against her butt, wanting to be in her as far as possible. Then, all too quickly he came inside her and pumped his cum into her.
When he pulled back she turned. "No! I need more! Please!" she caressed the limp cock, massaging it to bring it back to life. Then she kissed the tip, and licked the fluids that were dripping from it. She took it in her mouth and ran her tongue over the length, coaxing a reaction from it. Her fingers caressed and teased his balls, and all this brought the cock back to life again. She turned around and Lex brought himself up behind her but this time he pressed the tip of his dick against her rectum while a couple of his fingers reached around to tease and brush against her slit.
She was tense, but he slowly forced his way into her virgin asshole until she relaxed and invited the invader in to fuck her in that hole. She moaned and screamed her pleasure at her fucking, begging Luthor to keep at it. As he came inside her once again, she shuddered and shook from head to toe as she came, driven to it by his cock in her ass and his fingers in her pussy. She squealed and then collapsed face down on the desk.
Luthor pulled her down to sit on the floor with her back against the desk. Then he grabbed her hair and pulled her head up. He pushed her face against his fluid stained cock and without being told she started in her dazed condition to lick at it.
He smiled. He was enjoying the sensation of her lips on his dick, and she had been a very nice fuck. But most of all he loved the power he felt as he had taken the cousin of his worst enemy. Supergirl had also been a nemesis a couple of times, but now he had his way with her and she had been his. The feeling was... wonderful.
He left her sitting there while he went into a bathroom, took a quick shower and donned a new suit. When he came out, she was still standing in his office, a confused look on her face. She had achieved the pure sexual pleasure she had been so hungry for, but she was also terribly embarassed and disgusted with herself. She went over and put on her costume. There were fluid stains running down her legs and her hair looked a mess, but she didn't seem to notice.
"Take your capsules, Supergirl. Our business is done. Will you be coming back?" Supergirl's face showed her disgust at the bad taste in her mouth. "Of course not! Goodbye!" She turned to leave with what she had come for, and just as she got to the door, Lex spoke again. "Even after you use up that supply?"
Kara stopped short, and suddenly she knew she would have to come back, and submit to him again. The supply of her capsules would not last long. Every other day? That might last a few months... But she felt the tingling and aching in her crotch was coming back. The box she held would not last very long at all...
A couple of months later, Superman was going over all the facts he had gathered after Kara's recent disappearance. He had finally discovered her meetings with Doctor Rollins at the Institute, and what the man had hinted at frightened Clark very much.
Clark knew that he could recognize Kara's heartbeat, if he heard it. So he spent days criss-crossing the country, concentrating on the sounds in the vicinity, searching for the heartbeat he knew. Finally, one evening in the skies over Los Angeles, he picked out that pattern he was searching for.
He flew in the open window of the darkened room in the cheap hotel and saw the young blonde woman sprawled face down in the bed, covered only with a torn, soiled sheet. He groaned as he hadn't wanted to find his cousin like this.
"Kara...?" She stirred and rolled over to face him. He gasped, as the low light level in the room allowed him to see the dull green glow that was barely visible in her nails, hair, lips and eyes. He stepped to the side and flipped on the room light, to hide the signs of her self inflicted kryptonite poisoning.
She looked at him with dull, lifeless eyes and spoke with a slur in her voice. "Hey, cuz! Did you come to rescue me from my misery? The only way you can do that is if you get into bed with me and fuck me like crazy. You're the only one who can do me if I don't take my medication." She flipped the sheet aside and displayed her nude body to him, spreading her legs and wriggling suggestively. "I need it, Clark. I have to have it!"
Kal-el was several feet from her, but he could feel the radiation that had built up in her body. She had built up some resistance to it through her constant exposure, but Clark knew it was killing her. He couldn't even get any closer to her. "Kara, I can't! You're my cousin, and I always thought of you as a little sister who I loved very much. If we were to copulate, it would be horribly wrong!"
Supergirl sighed and reached to the bedside table to grab a partial bottle of cheap whiskey. She took a long hard swallow, and groaned. "And you never do anything wrong, right, cuz? Get the hell out of here... I have a customer due here any minute."
Clark turned away from her, tortured by what he had seen and what she had said. In his agitated state, he wasn't sure what he should do. Then there was a knock on the door and Kara called out, "It's open, luv, get in here and we'll get it on!" Reviled by the thought of what she was about to do, Superman sped out the window and away. A man who was in town for a convention entered the room and looked at Kara. "Wow, you're a real babe. The guy who sent me up said it would be a hundred?" She nodded. "Just leave it on the table. You get undressed and we can both have a hell of a good time, stud."
After he fucked her twice with a blowjob in between, he left with a big smile on his face, and Kara was also happy. She took another swig of the booze, swished it around her mouth and spat it out on the floor. Then she reached in the drawer of the side table and got out her lead-lined case. Inside there were only a couple of capsules left. She would have to go to get more.
Luthor provided her with a small supply each time she visited him. He charged her nothing and didn't even ask her to supply the raw kryptonite anymore. All she had to do was wear all of her old costume except for the panties and bend over his desk while he fucked her in the ass and she begged for mercy. Once that would have been extremely humiliating for her, but now she accepted it as the price she had to pay to get the capsules that she needed.
Superman had flown north to his Fortress of Solitude and sat for some time, unable to come to terms with what Kara had done to herself. Once he calmed down, he could not think of an easy way out for her. He finally had to admit to himself that her only chance was if he went back and grabbed her, locked her up here at the Fortress and slowly worked to eliminate her addiction to sex and kryptonite. He knew she would not want to co-operate, and he spent days trying to think of any other path that he could follow.
But when he finally went back to that hotel, she was gone. He never was able to find another trace of her, despite all his searching. For not too long after he saw her, a young blonde whore in a bordello in Bangkok died when her john went wild and cut her throat during sex. Since the killer paid off the bordello's owner, the body was dumped in an unmarked grave. All of Supergirl's old friends spent many years wondering whatever happened to her.
---< Author's Note >---
A nasty little tale of the destruction of a super-heroine. I hope you enjoyed it!
I am very interested in hearing from you readers about how you feel about my stories. Please e-mail me at therat4040@yahoo.com and tell me your opinions. Alias the Rat -- 8/12