Written: 6/23-7/15/03 Revised:
(M/F, Supergirl and the Lex Luthor, non-consensual sex, mechanical aids.)
SUBJECT: Supergirl is captured by the Lex Luthor He vows ‘to ruin’ her . . . .
ruin, . . . 5, Downfall, complete destruction, overthrow, devastation, decay, etc as of a thing or person, specifically . . . 5b) moral downfall, or loss of chastity, of a woman. . . . 6: 6c) v.t. to deprive (a woman) of chastity. Websters New World Dictionary, 1951
WARNING: This is an adult story, containing sensitive material of a sexual nature. If you find such material offensive or are underage, do not read further, but please bypass this story for one more suitable for you.
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Like most stories of this ilk, at the end of the story (unless there is a sequel) the characters are magically returned to their original condition, undamaged, unharmed, and unchanged in any way with no memory of the events that have taken place. . . It is as if the story had never happened, because, after all, it never really did.
Lex Luthor does not use birth control in this story. Perhaps Luthor has determined that Kryptonian genes are incompatible with human genes, perhaps that he had concluded that if conception did occur, a half human embryo would not survive in a superhuman body, or perhaps because he simply didn‘t care! Of course in 'real life’ every reasonable adult should know that he or she should behave responsibly when participating in sexual activities and he or she wishes to avoid unwanted conception and the spread of disease.
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Chapter 1: Supergirl is captured
“What am I going to do?” the Lex Luthor asked with an uncharacteristic grin. His bald head gleamed in the well lit room. “I am going to ruin you!” He paused to open a container and pop a pill into his mouth.
That was a strange selection of words, Supergirl thought as she pulled against the leather cuffs holding her hands above her head. Overwhelmed by Kryptonite, she had already been stripped of her costume and was being bound to a table covered with green sheets. The table was wide enough that someone could lie beside her if he wished. Then the large piece of Kryptonite had been placed in a lead box. The green sheet covering the table obviously had small amounts of kryptonite woven into it’s threads, since her strength was limited, but she was definitely not paralyzed. She guessed that her strength was close to that of a normal human woman, or possibly she was still a little stronger, but not strong enough to escape. Her wrists had been strapped above her head. A wide leather strap held her midsection to the table and her ankles were being bound to her thighs, leaving her feet placed flat on the table, one foot tied to each of the legs of the table. Strapped down this way, she was conscious that she was spread and open for all to see, and she was very aware that there was more than enough room for a man to move between her legs to take advantage of her helplessness.
Exactly what, she wondered, would be involved if Lex Luthor was to ‘ruin’ her? Fifty years ago, simply starting a rumor about a girl might ‘ruin’ her reputation. Supergirl had also heard of a girl being kicked so hard in her genital area that she had been considered ‘ruined for married life’. Conceivably, the Lex Luthor could be planning to have her multiple-raped by villains with huge members, stretching her to the point that normal sex with a man would no longer be possible, or at least would never be satisfying to either her or the man.
Of course, this thought was ridiculous since a Kryptonian’s vaginal muscles were much stronger that those of an earth woman, which would probably make unwelcome penetration impossible, even in her weakened state.
Pulling against the straps, she tried once again to pull free, unsuccessfully. Luthor had carefully calculated the amount of Kryptonite in the green sheet to completely neutralize her super strength. And without her strength, she was truly helpless.
Supergirl had activated the distress signal hidden in her belt when she was captured by Lex Luthor’s goons, but the belt had been stripped from her and put in an insulated lead box along with a scrambler device. Obviously, Lex knew she had a ‘panic button’ in her belt and had taken measures to prevent it from broadcast its call for help, and more importantly, her location.
As Lex Luthor’s goons completed their assigned task of stripping her and binding her, they all had left the room, but not before each had copped a generous feel from the bound and naked superheroine. Apparently that had been part of their payoff for her capture.
Now a new cadre of henchmen appeared, all wearing white lab coats and rolling in a table that contained some strange looking paraphernalia. These new goons were acting in a totally professional manner, almost like medical technicians in an emergency room. With an unexpectedly clinical air, these technicians (that was the way she began to think of them) were fastening electrodes to her body and head. From their placement, Supergirl concluded that she was being wired for both EEGs and EKGs. Obviously, Lex Luthor wished to monitor her brain waves and the responses of her heart and vascular system for whatever came next. The gentle movement of air in the room against her widely spread private parts was disconcerting.
Supergirl’s eyes shot wide open as strange fingers separated the lips of her vulva and drew back the hood of her Clitoris. Although she was being touched in a very personal place, there was still something clinical about the way she was being handled. Nonetheless, her clitoris began to swell at this unseemly revelation of her most intimate of organs. Raising her head, she glared down at the technician, who studiously was concentrating on what he was doing.
“Watch it, Buddy!” Supergirl warned in her most menacing voice.
“Oh, bother!” Lex Luthor exclaimed. “He’s simply performing his assigned tasks! Don’t take it out on him! Whatever his personal feelings or lusts might be, he knows he’s just the hired help. You have nothing to fear from him!”
As Lex Luthor was speaking, Supergirl stared as she watched the technician fitted a small, soft, clear plastic, tube like device over her clit. Once it was in place, it was immediately wired to a control box. Suddenly, it sprang to life, sucking and pulsing along her organ of pleasure. Not pulsing, exactly, but rather rippling. Supergirl had the feeling that this was like a mouth sucking on her. Then there was a sudden stroking effect like someone’s tongue running the length of her clit. Was this the sensation a man might experience when receiving fallatio? There was something else, too! She couldn’t be sure, but she suspected that the device was sending minute pulses of electricity through her clit – not strong enough to hurt, and barely strong enough to be felt. But the increase of sensation raised her level of stimulation and she wondered if this device by itself could raise her to a full orgasm.
But that wasn’t what her captors wanted! At least not yet! They noted her physical responses on her EEG and EKG, and quickly calibrated the device, then throttled it down, maintaining only enough suction to keep it in place. Supergirl could scarcely feel that it was there, but it still maintained enough power to keep her body at a nagging, very low-key state of excitement.
The technician’s hands moved to separate her labia majora. His latex-covered finger attempted to entered her.
“Don’t!” Supergirl gasped, more in surprise than fear, and she tightened her vaginal muscles.
“He’s only the hired help, remember!” Lex assured her, but Lex carefully moved to a position where he could watch with increased interest.
With her muscles tensed the technician was unable to enter her. He raised pleading eyes to his boss. Luthor burst out laughing.
“Even in your weakened state,” he chortled when his laughter had subsided, you’re still to strong, or is it too tight? . . . For a man to enter you with a finger!” Lex Luthor shook his head. “It must be very frustrating for you if ever you want to take a normal human lover!”
Lex took a green colored towel from his bag and handed it to the technician. “Here. Slide this under her hips!” The technician did as he was told. Supergirl could feel the effects of the additional Kryptonite radiation from the towel. It was not enough to threaten her life, or even increase her discomfort, but it was enough to weaken her hips (and her pubic area) even more. After a moment, the technician tried to enter her with his finger again. Further weakened by the additional Kryptonite, although she tensed her muscles again, Supergirl was unable to prevent his entering her.
“There is no hymen,” the technician reported to Luthor, who simply nodded.
The technician began examining her internal anatomy. She reacted as she felt a twinge flash through her as the technician found what he was looking for.
From out of nowhere, the thought came to Supergirl that with this towel, she could take a lover the same as every other woman, and not have to worry about injuring the man.
Unbidden, sudden memories flashed through her brain as she recalled when she was in college as her alter ego, she had attempted to make love with her college boyfriend. She had been able to keep herself relaxed as he touched her and eventually as he began to enter her. But then, her body had unexpectedly spasmed as he pressed against her maidenhead, and the spasm had been strong enough to hurt her prospective lover (but not seriously, thank Rao!) and that had been an end of her seeking love from a human boyfriend.
After college, she had been captured a few times by villains who had Kryptonite, and occasionally, they had tried to rape her. Of course, rapist were never concerned with niceties in the commission of their vile acts, and when they had been unable to penetrate her ‘in the good old fashioned way‘, they had either abandoned their efforts or used a substitute weapon: the handle of a riding crop, or a blackjack. Finally, it was a baseball bat that shredded her hymen!
She watched the technician pick up a device that looked somewhat like a small fly swatter with tiny wires running from its handle. She gave a sharp exhalation as the technician inserted the device into her vagina and carefully sought to position it correctly. Supergirl’s head fell back and she froze as she felt the flat device settle over what she suspected was her ‘g-spot’. She had read about a woman’s ‘g-spot’ but had never personally experienced it’s effects. She had no idea of what the device was or how it functioned, but already she felt its effects!
But this . . . thing . . . was effecting her ‘g-spot’ nicely, neatly, efficiently! She began to pant as the device vibrated as thoroughly and effectively as anything she could ever imagine!
As soon as the device was in place and adjusted, the technician turned down its power and moved back. And again, Supergirl couldn’t feel anything out of the ordinary – but there was a warm feeling spreading subtly throughout her midsection. It wasn’t enough to excite her senses. Neither was it an unpleasant experience.
Lying on her back, Supergirl stared up at the ceiling. And there was a feeling of wellbeing spreading throughout her consciousness!
A hand took hold of her naked breast! It was Lex Luthor who had moved to her side and with his free hand, he began rolling her nipple, gently bring it to erection. This didn’t require a great effort since the low-key stimulation to her clit and her ‘g-spot’ easily extended to her nipple. Fascinated, she watched as a suction device was slipped over he nipple. Her breathing increased as this mechanical mouth settled into place and began sucking on her. Lex’s hand moved to her other nipple, teasing it. It was short work since the stimulation of one nipple had already spread to the other. With moments, both nipples were encased in the vacuum/manipulation devices.
Again, the controls were adjusted downward. Although individually, all of the devices were operating at their minimal level, Supergirl squirmed at the accumulated effect.
Unexpectedly, she felt the prick of a needle below her hip. The injection was completed by the time she realized what was happening.
The mere fact that it penetrated her skin told her that it was a kryptonite needle, but what was the injection?
“This is probably not necessary with your super powers, but it is a mild stimulant . . .,” Lex explained. “It will keep you from passing out so that we can both enjoy ourselves as the evening progresses.”
Supergirl wondered how such an innocuous statement could sound so threatening!
The mechanical preparations completed, the technicians withdrew and Lex Luthor smiled downwards at the bound Supergirl.
Meanwhile, Supergirl wasn’t sure that she was looking forward to the ‘enjoyment’ that was ahead for her. But the subtle stimulation on various points of her body made it difficult to concentrate. She found herself drifting off into fantasies, sexual fantasies, and it took repeated effort to pull her attention back to the present, and attempting to analyze the situation, and make the effort to try to find a plan of escape before . . .
Her thoughts were interrupted by the deafening sound of the zipper on Lex Luthor’s pants. “Now, its time for your ruination to begin!” he leered, his evil grin grew even larger.
Chapter 2: Supergirl’s ruination begins
He unbuckled his belt, and let his pants fall down exposing his semi-erect manhood.
Supergirl was somewhat surprised at what was happening. These events were out of character for Lex Luthor. In the past, he had captured her and tied her up, and maybe ogled her in her bondage! But, never before had he attempted to rape her or molested her in any way. Obviously, he had spent considerable time planning today’s events! Preparations had been completed in minute detail.
And now, she was bound in a helpless position before him, her legs spread, her body open inviting his abuse. Apparently, rape was on his agenda for today.
Lex’s penis wasn’t very large, in fact somewhat smaller than she expected. It was doubtful that even fully erect, he would have the equipment required to ‘ruin’ her. But if rape was his intention with the Kryptonite-laced towel beneath her hips diminishing the strength of the muscles in her vagina, she suspected that Luthor might actually be successful in entering her.
Sexual assault was unusual for her, since with her extraordinary strength, generally men could not overpower her. Most weapons were ineffective against her. But when she had been weakened with some form of Kryptonite, an enemy might use sex as a weapon of violence and humiliation. And like all women, it was the one weapon that she didn’t want used against her! Supergirl moaned to herself. She hated being sexually assaulted! Sexual assault was always traumatic. It inevitably involved her being helpless and unable to defend herself.
Also, Kryptonite exposure had its own detrimental affects on her.
“I believe I’ll play the part of a predictable villain, today,” Lex sneered. “And of course, that obligates me to give you an explanation of what I am doing and why!” He stepped out of his pants and pulled his turtleneck shirt over his head. “I’m sure you’ve heard of ‘erectile dysfunction’! It’s a fancy word that these ridiculous ‘politically correct’ people have coined to describe impotence . . . the inability of a man to achieve an erection, thus the inability to perform the sex act! But recently a new set of drugs have become available that help individuals overcome ‘erectile dysfunction’!” He made the term sound like an expression of contempt.
“The subject has never come up,” Lex continued, “but I used to be quiet proficient at pleasing the ladies earlier in my life. Unfortunately, I have been unable to perform sexually ever since . . . well, we don’t need to go into that right now.”
Briefly, Supergirl wondered if impotence had triggered his turning to crime and becoming the criminal genius he was. Had it been the impotence that had driven him insane?
“With the new drugs now available, I find I am able to achieve an erection and perform almost as well as I used to. This started me thinking, wondering if I could use my newly regained potency as a method to defeat and destroy my most attractive, and most desirable enemy!
“Oh, and in case it’s not obvious, that means to destroy you!” Peeling off the rest of his clothing, again he chuckled. “Ah, yes, this will undoubtedly bring me great pleasure! A double pleasure, in fact! First, I will enjoy the pleasure of possessing you. After all, what man doesn’t dream of fucking a superheroine? And, secondly, although you don’t realize it yet, our . . . interplay . . . will affect you for the rest of your life.” Lex leaned into her until his face was inches from hers. He whispered, “It will ‘ruin’ you!”
Straightening, Lex’s eyes widened. “My goodness, I’m babbling like some James Bond villain. Enough talk!” Dramatically, he raised one hand upwards as if to give a signal to himself. “Let the games begin!”
Cackling, Lex began stroking himself as he moved onto the table. Supergirl tried to hold her knees together to block his progress, but with her calves strapped to her thighs, she had very little leverage. She tugged at the straps holding her wrists above her head without avail. And with the limited strength she had due to the Kryptonite radiations, it was a simple task for Luthor to press a knee between her thighs, then another, moving himself into position above her and between her legs. There he continued stroking himself as he rubbed the head of his penis against her exposed vulva in an effort to strengthen his erection. And suddenly, Supergirl realized that the pill he had taken earlier must have been one of the new ‘anti-impotence’ drugs. She doubted that enough time had passed for the pill to take full effect, but Luthor’s impatience was unmistakable. She tried to pull her hips from side to side remembering the old adage that ‘a rapist can’t thread a moving needle!’ But the strap around her waist limited her evasive movements.
After considerable effort on his part, he was hard enough to slip the head between the lips of her vulva. Supergirl gasped as he moved into her. Without foreplay, most likely she would be dry and it might be very difficult for Lex to complete his penetration (and probably uncomfortable for her, also).
As repulsed as she was at the idea of being raped by Lex Luthor, she was surprised at how willingly her body accepted him. She <wasn‘t> dry! Indeed, she was surprisingly well lubricated and, yes, even excited as he slid into her. It wasn’t because of his skill as a lover or the proficiency of his foreplay (there was no foreplay). But to her amazement, he slipped into her fairly easily. The stimulation devices on her nipples and clit had continued their subtle manipulations making her damp and ready for sex.
“Aaaahhhh!” he cackled as he hilted himself with a single thrust inside her already quite moist womanhood. “Ahhhhh, Yessssss!” And putting his hands on her hips to hold her steady, he began pumping into her continually, apparently astounded that he was capable of performing, astonished that despite his prior impotence, he was now actually fucking Supergirl, and pleased that there was nothing she could do about it!
There was little chance that he would cause her seriously injury, as long as he used only this low grade Kryptonite radiation. But it was still rape, pure and simple. Rape and the resulting humiliation!
She had been humiliated, and sexually assaulted before. She wasn’t being threatened with any sort of weapon, or even with great quantities of Kryptonite, but still, she was helpless, bound and being violated by a man. She would survive. But even Supergirl would be troubled by the nightmares, the humiliation and the bouts of depression that would probably follow her sexual attack.
She tried to lie passively beneath his assault. There was nothing he was doing that was having any real emotional effect on her other than his violation of her body. She felt no sensation other than his phallus pumping into her, and she looked away in simple disgust. Then she belittled his masculinity and even called him ‘pencil dick’.
He thrust into her and paused. “Ah, yes,” he chortled. “You can impugn my manhood all you want!” He withdrew and thrust into her again before spitting out, “Still, you are the bitch who’s lying oh your back, your legs spread, with my cock in your pussy!”
He thrust again. Then his face took on an earnest expression. “Is it as good for you as it is for me, honey?” and he laughed out loud as he began thrusting again.
After a few moments, he paused once more.
“As much as I enjoyed watching my men overpower you and as much as I take pleasure in dominating you,” he commented almost in passing, unknowingly expressing the rapist’s creed, “I promised you I would ruin you, didn’t I? Ah, well, pleasant as this is, I suppose I need to keep my promise to you!” And Lex smiled again. The table with the monitor for all of the wires connected to her was near his hand. He began entering commands into the monitor and resumed a slow pumping motion.
Supergirl began to feel the sucking on her nipples and a very gentle increase of stimulation to her ‘g-spot’. The suction increased on her clit, and the massaging of that delicate organ began. The various stimulations began slowly, but their intensity increased rapidly! Soon the feeling of Lex pumping in and out of her vagina was almost secondary.
Not liking the sudden turn of events or the way her body was being directed, Supergirl began thrashing, tugging at her restraints, trying to use her thighs to grab his hips to thwart with his thrusts into her. Nothing she did could interfere with his maniacal thrusts into her or the diabolical stimulation from his machinery!
Breathing rapidly, she quickly rose to climax, screaming, spasming around his penis. But he simply chortled again and continued pumping, turning up the stimulation, sustaining her orgasm.
And then he came, joining her climax.
Chapter 3: Supergirl is ruined
As their joint climax peaked, Lex turned down Supergirl’s stimulation, allowing her orgasm to pass and permitting her body to ‘wind down’.
Supergirl lay in awe at the experience! This was the very first time a man had entered her in the normal way, had stimulated her and the two of them had raised to orgasm together, actually consummating their sexual act! He had not been cruel. He had not called her names or belittled her like villains in the past had. Indeed, he had been gentle and considerate, if a rapist can ever be gentle and considerate.
What surprised her most was the feelings of intimacy she had from his . . . interactions . . . with her.
Lex Luthor rolled to the side, his limp member dripping slightly from their combined fluids. Lying beside her, he draped the other arm over her. Holding her to him and gently caressed her with his free hand, he began whispering how good she was, how he had enjoyed being with her, almost transported to a different plane.
As Supergirl’s thoughts became more coherent, the more confused she became! Lex had just raped her! And now he was cuddling with her, caressing her, holding her, whispering ‘sweet nothings’ in her ear! He was acting like a lover, not like the evil criminal that he was.
He began caressing her breasts, and as he did so, he turned up the stimulations from the monitor. He watched as her body began responding to the mechanical stimulation. She began twitching, thrashing from side to side, whimpering. Her back began to form small arches away from the table, alternating with her hips rising. Sweat began forming on her as a ripple ran through her body. Moments later, the mechanical stimulation had her bucking on the table, gently but inevitably rising to another climax, this one stronger than the last. Dropping his hand to her perineum he began massaging that surprisingly sensitive spot half way between her vagina and her clit! He began kissing her breasts, licking and nibbling on them. And Supergirl longed to have him take her nipple into his mouth rather than the artificial device that was manipulating her so well. Soon, she orgasmed. Again and again, she rose to ever more intense climaxes, driven by his fondling of her combined with the strange endearments he was whispering, and driven by the finely tuned machines. As her muscles tired, her orgasms gradually became more painful and her body simply could not sustain the continued stimulation. Apparently the exposure to Kryptonite rays, even the low level exposure she was experiencing, affected her stamina as well as her strength. Her physical recovery process was definitely slowed down.
Soon, Supergirl begged him to stop. She couldn’t take any more. He turned down the stimulation, but not all the way off, giving her a welcome period of relative repose. With bleary eyes, she looked at him. Her eyes dropped to his manhood and she realized that her writhing had turned him on. She tried to focus on his manhood, which had risen to a glorious (for him) erection once again.
“You may as well relax and enjoy it, Sups,” Lex chortled. “You’re mine. I can do what I want with you” He paused to admire his own erection. “I haven’t been this hard and this ready in years! Amazing! These new drugs are marvelous!”
He rolled onto her again, gently separating her lips. “Ready for a rerun, Babe?” The drained, traumatized superheroine had ceased struggling. She could do nothing but lie helpless beneath his onslaught. She gave an intake of breath as his relatively small instrument entered her again, but could not bring herself to offer any resistance. After all, it was just another rape! She had been violated before, and there was nothing she could do to stop him. Her body quaked as the arch villain defiled her and her blue eyes, normally sharp and clear, stared heavily lidded and dully at the featureless ceiling above her.
Supergirl had heard of women ‘having their brains fucked out’ by insatiable lovers, of women being totally exhausted after making love with their boyfriends, of wives being so sated by their husbands they were virtually comatose. Supergirl had always assumed these women were simply exaggerating, boasting about their partner’s prowess, and she never quite believed the stories. Now she was wondering if SHE would be fucked into oblivion! Perhaps that was the purpose for the ‘stimulant’ Lex had given her, “to keep her from passing out so that they could both enjoy themselves as the evening progressed.”
Still, there was something about the way he made love to her . . . True, his penis was smaller than other men, but somehow it felt like it was just the right size for her. And he had whispered to her, saying sweet things. Nothing profound, of course, but things she liked to hear. Probably things that any woman would like to hear from her lover. Lover? Where did that come from? He was raping her! Rape was not the action of a lover!
Supergirl was not conscious of the fact that her hips were rising to meet his thrust.
She was experiencing combined stimulations that were lifting her to another climax. She had never felt climaxes like this before, and she wondered if she ever would again.
She could not form coherent thoughts, could not speak. She was bouncing beneath him, responding despite her fatigue! She grunted as she lifted her hips to meet his, the stimulation driving her beyond all conceivable limits. The increasing stimulus to her clit, nipples and g-spot combined with Lex’s thrusts had her heart feeling like it would burst within her from absolute sexual excitement.
Lex enjoyed the ever-changing emotions apparent in her facial expressions and the increasing moans as the stimulation increased. Her face passed through a kaleidoscope of expressions: anger, elation, curiosity, shock, concern, joy, passion, shame. She screamed as she approached the very edge of orgasm. Lex, recognizing the readings on the screens, adjusted the controls of the devices to keep her from reaching her climax as he pumped gleefully into her very eager womanhood until he could catch up. As his own climax approached, again he turned the knobs, this time driving her to a mind-bending, will breaking orgasm which he drove on and on as he relished her spasming around him driving him to the greatest orgasm of his life, pouring his seed into her as her body tossed uncontrollably beneath him, the artificial aids prolonging her orgasm to unbelievable lengths.
Lex basked in her continuous spasms, which encouraged him to enjoy his own diminishing aftershocks all the more. Eventually, her gyrations forced his softening member from her body and he glanced again at the screens and saw that her heart was beginning to beat irregularly. Not wanting to throw her heart into overload, he quickly, throttled the knobs downward, dropping her like a stone from the greatest ecstasy imaginable to a suddenly unfulfilled exhaustion. Her hips were still thrusting, as unconsciously she tried to regain what had so suddenly been taken away from her.
With no way to stimulate herself, and with Lex’s mechanical and personal stimulation absent, she eventually came to rest beneath him, staring at him with dazed and glassy eyes. Her mouth hung open, her jaw slack Foggily, her panting decreased as her heartbeat slowed, returning to it’s regular pace.
She had been a willing accomplice to her own rape, to her mortified shame and wanton dejection. And once again, he held her, rubbing his face against her cheek and gently kissing every inch of her sweat bathed countenance. He whispered endearments, and in her confusion, Supergirl found herself actually enjoying the afterglow experience with . . . with Lex. From his words, it almost seemed like he was wooing a lover, courting her. It was almost romantic! Losing herself in the sweetness of the afterglow of a fantastic orgasm, Supergirl absently wondered what sort of man he had been before his mental illness turned him to crime and ultimately to insanity.
Only once before, when she was in college, had she been with a man who took the time to cuddle with her and talk to her after he came. Even though his words were romantic drivel, he had stayed with her, spooned with her, talked to her. And that little bit of romance more than made up for the fact that he had been unable to successfully make love to her and had left her frustrated!
But Lex
Supergirl was suspicious of how intimate she was feeling with Lex. She recognized an emotional and arousing sexual bond developing between them, strengthening unexplainable feelings of intimacy that were growing within her. Lex had raped her! But each rape had become less an act of violence and almost seemed to become an expression of love. How could her brain be experiencing a loving attraction toward a rapist, an arch villain? Even now, her arms were still strapped above her head and her ankles strapped to her thighs limiting her movement. But her body arched to his when he touched her, her lips sought his, her hips rose to meet him.
Although her mind warned her, Supergirl felt her excitement rising as she actually began looking forward to making love with Lex again. His caresses were stimulating her so! She begged him to release her legs from her bondage so that she could wrap them around him, to release her wrists so she could hold him closer, pressing him to her as they made love! With a grin, he refused, but he paused to remove the leather strap held her midsection to the table. This gave her considerably more flexibility to move her hips and torso. Her hands were still strapped above her head and her ankles were bound to her legs, which were secured to the lower end of the table.
And Supergirl noticed that he began treating her even more gently and lovingly.
After a moment’s hesitation, he caressed her naked breast, slowly moving to the outline of the suction device that even now was stimulating her nipple so gently. The touch of a valve released the vacuum and Lex easily slipped the mechanical mouth from her teat, pushing it to the side. Seconds later, the other very erect nipple was released from it’s vacuum/manipulation device.
He kissed and caressed every portion of her breast and gradually moved in on her areolas, teasing her turgid nipples that were so erect they felt like they would burst! Finally, he kissed her stiff achingly hard teat which projected skyward like a butte on the desert floor. Supergirl began panting frantically and trembling as he drew the promontory into his mouth and began a gentle sucking. Supergirl arched her back up off of the table, pressing her nipple into his mouth and cried out, tears pouring down her face and whimpering as he sucked harder and drew the nipple and more of her breast into his mouth. Although his mouth was not as efficient or as strong as the mechanical devices, the spontaneity of his lips and tongue aroused her in ways she couldn’t imagine.
Her body was tingling, her hips gyrating, her libido rising, lifting her to the excitement it had experienced just a few minutes before. His touches and caresses were so stimulating, that soon, she feared that the simple touch of his lips on her nipples would have her orgasming wildly.
Lex mounted her again, and she willingly spread her thighs for him. Again, she gasped as he entered and almost immediately she orgasmed massively! There was no way she could wait for him to catch up!
Still embedded in her, patiently, Lex whispered endearments in her ear holding her tight, smoothing the hair around her face as, panting, she descended from what seemed to be the climax to end all climaxes.
As her breathing was approaching normal, she was enormously gratified when Lex began pumping into her. Her body had not yet fully recovered, so she was able to observe his actions without the driving imperative that had compelled her most of this evening.
Luthor’s approach to their joining was more thoughtful and considerate this time. And Supergirl could gently and easily lift her hips to meet him. There was no compelling unfulfilled lust urging them onward as, capturing his mood, she began to slowly roll her hips into his. The resulting union took more time, but seemed to be a more relaxing expression of love. Working together, they both reached a gratifying climax together.
To him, it felt good to be a whole man again. His ongoing whispered endearments and caresses continued to affect her mind and soul as well as her libido! He was raping her. But he was also making her feel like a woman. He made her feel wanted, and loved, and cherished!
Chapter 4: Luthor wins
When the evening had begun, Supergirl had expected that Lex would eventually become satiated with her and turn her over to his men. This thought remained in the back of her mind and she dreaded the idea even more as she felt a stronger emotional bond developing between Lex and her. But to Supergirl’s amazement, it never happened. Lex kept her to himself! His ever-present grin continued, although his chortling had long since been replaced by moans and groans. Supergirl could no longer think coherently, having been climaxed into virtual oblivion, and ‘romanced’ into total submission.
Soon, Supergirl was responding to Luthor’s little whispers of endearments. She eagerly participated when they made love to her again. And she found out that it was true what she had heard: her climaxes were coming quicker and stronger while Lex’s took more time and more effort on his part. She began exercising control she didn’t know she had as she monitored herself and delayed her own climaxes so that the two could cum together. Without the leather strap holding her midsection to the table, she had more freedom to buck her hips upward and meet his thrusts. Lex was filled with male pride as she arched herself into him and cried his name when she climaxed. Supergirl reached a greater climax than ever before. Although she refused to say it, she found it difficult to resist the temptation to speak of love with Lex when he lay beside her, holding her, caressing her, whispering in her ear. He told her that she was the finest woman he had ever met, and that she had transported him to a higher dimension than he had ever thought possible. He called her a ‘magnificent woman!’
Every tabloid and rag-sheet in the country had used superlatives to describe her. But the acclamation sounded different, more sincere, less sensational when it was spoken by a lover. It touched her. And she appreciated his words.
And eventually, even though she was still bound, working together they made love a fifth time. It was fantastic! She truly regretted that he was a master criminal, because no one had ever been man enough before to make her feel like the woman she was now.
After they climaxed together, and while he still lay on top of her, slowly shrinking inside of her, she gasped out in his ear that he truly had a marvelous cock, and he used it like professional!
After a long pause, he thanked her for the compliment, but told her that ‘talking dirty’ was not an attractive trait and it was something he would prefer she not do.
Chapter 5: Lex reaches his limit
But finally, rolling to the side, Lex admitted that could no longer rise to the occasion, that it seemed he was finished for the night. Supergirl had worn him out! Slowly transforming from lover back to villain, Lex Luthor took a deep breath.
“Well, I guess that’s my limit. Hmmmm, I never thought I’d be admitting that to you of all people!” The tender, caressing, caring man who had been her partner all evening, disappeared. The Lex Luthor that she knew was back!
He moved away from the still bound superheroine, retrieved his clothes and dressed. His movements were slow at first but soon he was again moving at his normal speed. How could he have so much energy after all the activity the two of them had been through? Supergirl knew that SHE, at least, was crushed, worn out and, yes, absolutely orgasmed to the point of exhaustion, by their ongoing sexual activity.
Supergirl forced the emotions she had felt away from her. She was talking with Lex Luthor, the arch criminal, and rapist again. The loving partner of a few minutes earlier had left and Lex was back to business as usual.
Supergirl forced contempt to return to her voice. “You’re a big man with all your fancy scientific equipment that forces sexual response from a woman! Without your electronic devices, you’d be nothing more than the pencil-dicked pervert you are now. Popping a pill may give you the ability to perform, but you’d NEVER be able to satisfy a woman without help from your devices.
Lex smiled. “You think so?”
Supergirl forced a snarl into her voice. “Your electronics can force my body to respond, but you’ll never get a response from my heart!
“That’s interesting,” Lex pondered thoughtfully. “It’s interesting, indeed! Because, you see, I only used the electronics the first two times we had sex.”
A slow cold horror gripped Supergirl’s heart. Lex continued. “I turned down the electronic equipment the third time we made love,” (Supergirl noted his change of wording), “and after that I turned it off completely.” Lex smiled, held her chin firmly and bent over to kiss Supergirl on the lips. Then he kissed her again, more passionately. Standing up, he ran a hand lovingly over her breast, he whispered. “It was just you and me, Supes! And somehow I suspect it was just as good for you as it was for me!”
Pulling his turtleneck over his head, he gloated, “It was fun, Sweetheart!”
Then suddenly turning serious, her gazed into her eyes, and said, “In the future, when you think of us, and you will think of us, remember me kindly!” And he burst out laughing. Rapidly, he disconnected the various devices and leads from Supergirl. Off came the various EEG and EKG electrodes. Then he removed the suction devices from her clit. (The nipple devices had already been removed, but he carefully collected them with the rest of his equipment.) He wasn’t sure how to handle the electrodes that stimulated her ‘g-spot’, so he simply disconnected the wires and left the contact in place.
His equipment safely stored in a surprisingly small package, he closed down his laptop computer. After a moment’s pause, he gathered up the various pieces of her costume that had been discard earlier, stuffing them also into his equipment package.
Then with a single movement, he scooped up a container and put it on the table next to her. Lifting the lid, he took out Supergirl’s belt and lay it on the table next to her and turned off the scrambling device. With the scrambling device turned off, the distress signal was once more transmitting it’s homing signal, announcing her location and calling for assistance. Help would soon be arriving from either Superman or the police.
And whoever arrived first would find a well-fucked Supergirl, strapped to the table, obviously having been violated. Anyone who looked, (and what man wouldn’t?) would see Lex Luthor’s cum still seeping from her vagina. And, if he looked carefully, he would see the electrode wires from the ‘g-spot’ stimulation device as well. Another humiliation!
Gathering his remaining possessions, Lex Luthor moved to the door to leave. At the door, Lex Luthor paused to say, “This was a lovely first installment! Maybe we can do it again some time.”
A pang of fear flashed through Supergirl’s soul! Abuse she could handle! Rape she could handle: even with the mechanical stimulations Lex Luthor had provided. But she wasn’t sure that she could handle the ‘romance’ he gave her! Strange as it seemed, it had made her feel like a virgin again, or at least a young inexperienced girl who was being romanced by a real lover.
“Maybe the next time,” Lex Luthor teased, “we won’t bother with . . . shall we call them . . . the marital aids? With these marvelous new drugs, I certainly won’t need them.”
“Luthor!” she gasped out as he headed toward the door. When he paused, she asked, “What was in that injection you gave me?
Lex Luthor smiled at the captive girl. “You’re very perceptive!” he commented. It was a stimulant as I said.”
“And . . . “ Supergirl insisted.
“Must I reveal ALL of my secrets? All right, since you know something else was involved, and since the effects are probably permanent, I may as well tell you.”
Lex glanced at his watch, “It also contained an endorphin that the body generates during times of sensory deprivation. Once the patient is removed from sensory deprivation, the endorphins attach to the brain and cause the patient to form an intense bond with the first person she sees. In your case, when the endorphins moved to your brain, I was the only person you saw. Thus, it helped you form a bond with me. You can deny it, and resist it, but it will probably remain with you forever.” Lex turned to the door.
“Ta-taa, sweetheart!”
A cold shiver passed through her fatigued, but somehow still stimulated body as Lex Luthor stepped through the door and closed it behind him, leaving her alone, but still strapped to the table.
He had said: “This was a lovely first installment! Maybe we can do it again some time.” Was he planning to capture her again? Rape her again?
He had left the Kryptonite sheet and blanket. Supergirl would keep them both! With them, for the first time in her life she would be able to participate in sex with a normal man if and whenever she wanted.
But Supergirl knew she would never enjoy sex with a boyfriend or lover, or even a husband. A lover could offer her love, affection, tenderness, cuddling, gentleness, sweet words. But she would never again reach a climax without having Lex Luthor’s face in her mind, comparing every experience with what Lex had done to her. And no matter what, even the best lover in the world would come up short when compared to what she had just experienced. She had been so stimulated and climaxed that no other man would ever be able to satisfy her again.
Lex had said he would ruin her.
And he had.
At least for any other man!
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