"What are you doing here?!?" The little girl jumped, froze, and then turned around slowly. When she saw her challenger, her jaw dropped, and she seemed frightened at first, but then she brought up her weapon and aimed directly at Supergirl.
Supergirl had been on her way home after a long night helping fire fighters with a blaze up in the hills. It was dawn before the fire had been extinguished. Now the sun was up, and although another beautiful late August Saturday was beginning, all she just wanted to go home to bed! But when she saw the broken window at the high school, she thought that perhaps she might finally be able to put a stop to the vandalism that had been plaguing local schools lately. Her super senses indicated that there was only one 'perp', now in the gym. It looked like a girl in her early teens, or even younger, and Supergirl thought that a brief confrontation, some stern words and a quick trip to the girl's parents would probably be enough to set her back on the straight and narrow. She quietly flew in the broken window, through the empty corridors lined with lockers, and into the gym, where she noiselessly alighted a few meters behind the girl, who was wrestling with an equipment chest cover. She stood with her hands on her hips, feet apart, head back and a brilliant smile on her face, and asked in stern voice, "What are you doing here?!?"
When she turned around, Supergirl almost laughed. The 'vandal' was a skinny little girl, who couldn't have been much older than ten. She wore loose fitting 'camouflage' shirt and pants, had short brown hair, glasses, and carried something that looked like a 'SuperSoaker', now aimed at Supergirl's chest. The 'SuperSoaker' had been modified, and Supergirl's super vision revealed some odds and ends of electronics and a battery inside it. "Our little saboteur seems to have an interest in electronics", she thought. . . "a little 'protogeek' with an overactive imagination. Probably seen too many old episodes of 'Mission impossible'". Supergirl's heart went out to the child, and her stance softened a little, and she said softly, "You could be in big trouble. What's your name?"
The little girl looked up uncertainly, shifted her feet and replied in a tiny voice, "I'm Tina. . .", then in a war cry, "'TINA THE TERRIBLE', and you're going to be in big trouble if you don't back off!"
"Did you break into this school?", asked Supergirl, taking a step forward.
"Back off, or I'll shoot!", shouted Tina.
At that, Supergirl did laugh. "Come on...", she said, "who are your parents? Do they know that you're in here?" Putting on a stern expression in spite of herself, Supergirl held out her hand and said, as if talking to a dangerous felon, "OK, let me have that weapon!"
"NO!", shouted Tina, and pulled the trigger.
Inside the plastic toy, circuitry sprang to life. Within several nanoseconds of the closing of the trigger switch, a very sensitive detector was feeding the weak signals from Supergirl's brain into a sophisticated analyzer. Although different from those of a normal human, the very broad band analyzer finally (in a few microseconds) identified recognizable patterns in the kilomegahertz range. The circuit would have been surprised, had it had that capability, as this was tens of thousands of times the frequency of nerve impulses originating in earth creatures. However, as an experimental device, it had been built with a much wider bandwidth than might be ultimately needed, it quickly adjusted its transmission frequency to match and, drawing a heavy current from the battery, sent out a complex and surprisingly powerful EM signal which made subtle alterations in the targeted nervous system. The result was that one brain component was completely shut down, (like a retina blinded by a flash of light).
Some LEDs blinked, and Supergirl felt a slight tingle wash through her body, but that was all. She growled, as she had so many times before to dangerous criminals, "That didn't do anything".
"That's just what my sister Kelly said", remarked Tina, still looking a little scared, and watching the Maid of Might carefully.
"Enough fooling around", said Supergirl, "I'm taking you out of here", but as she started forward this time, she suddenly froze. . . Her eyes took on a surprised look, and in a tiny far away voice she said, "I feel so strange. . ."
"Kelly said that, too", announced Tina, and her piercing gaze never left the eyes of the Girl of Steel. Supergirl's eyes defocussed, and she wavered, slightly.
"YES!!", roared Tina, bouncing on her toes.
At the shout, Supergirl winced, and yanked her hands to her ears, her head suddenly began to vibrate from one hand to the other! Her arms became rigid as her head bounced back and forth between her hands at an incredible rate, her surprised and pained expression blurred and her hair exploded in a riotous cloud of gold as the pitch of the vibration climbed several octaves. Suddenly, all motion stopped, Supergirl's eyes rolled up into her head, she fell full length onto her face and lay still!
"Whoa", gasped Tina, "Kelly never did THAT!" Suddenly doubtful and a little contrite, Tina ran to the fallen Maid of Might and poked her shoulder asking, "Hey, Supergirl, are you OK?!?"
Supergirl was completely limp. Tina rolled her over, and pushed up one eyelid (only white was visible). "I've killed her!", sobbed Tina, "I didn't mean to do that! I didn't mean to!" She leaned forward, and lay her head on Supergirl's chest mentally pleading with her to come back to life. She felt Supergirl move! She was breathing! She wasn't dead! With that, Tina dried her eyes and with that speed only possible in children and was all business again. "Lets see", she thought. . "I should record this so I can study it later. I saw some video equipment in the coach's office. I can set it up and then 'study' Supergirl just like I did Kelly!" She ran off to find the camera.
Supergirl's consciousness slowly reassembled itself, like raindrops running together on a leaf. At first, she had no idea where she was or what had happened, and just lazily enjoyed the sensations of the things surrounding her, as if waking up from a long sleep. But soon it became apparent that things weren't quite normal. . . there seemed to be too much 'going on'. She was much more aware of her own heartbeat and the sound of the air rushing through her with each breath than normal. In fact, as she thought about it, she realized that she was also hearing the click of beetles (in the walls?), the hum of what seemed like an enormous swarm of flying insects near and far, the songs of a multitude of birds, the babble of many people. . . their talk, laughter, sounds of their cars and other machinery. The cacophony was nearly deafening! Though her eyes were still closed her surroundings were almost unbearably bright, and she was aware of walls, floors, windows, and landscapes outside them, all in incredible detail. Still taking stock of her state, she realized that she smelled an overwhelming variety of aromas, some pleasant, some vile, as though everything, decaying plants, electri-
cally generated ozone, hot oils, warm wood, metal, small animals, and people were all immediately under her nose. What was going on?!?
She carefully began to raise her arm, and suddenly was awash in a sea of intense sensations. . . The feeling of her clothes sliding over her skin, the tickle of each tiny hair bending as it was rubbed, the squeal of the fabric of her uniform, the sudden shift in temperature of parts of her body as her arm stirred a gentle breeze, and cast a shadow over part of her face. Normally below the level of conscious perception, these things arose in a tsunami of sensation, threatening to drown her emerging consciousness and send her whirling back to oblivion. But she held on. She froze, and softly began "where am. . . " and stopped short as she began to understand that the sudden horribly loud roaring was the sound of her own voice. She lay perfectly still, trying to collect her thoughts amid the waves of perception washing over her, all seemingly demanding her undivided attention. Somehow, something was amplifying her senses. She couldn't shut anything out. For some reason, she could no longer ignore that infinite number of inconsequential sensations that we normally simply 'tune out'. Finally she remembered her encounter with nasty little Tina. Could there be some connection?
"I've got to get out of here!", she decided. As she opened her eyes and moved her head slightly, the universe seemed to swirl around her, momentarily sending her mind into a dizzying spiral, but she closed her eyes tight, and held herself rigid, and the vertigo, nausea and disorientation waned. Each movement generated sensations that threatened to engulf her struggling consciousness, but by moving as little of her body as possible and only very slowly she was able to retain some control. She didn't dare fly, but walked her legs slowly forward on her knees. She felt that once she had her legs under her, she could raise her body, and then stand, and finally walk.
Tina returned, just then with her arms full of video equipment, and her hands busy removing a rubber band holding a cassette box closed. When she entered the gym, she was surprised to see Supergirl moving, with her bottom up in the air slowly swaying from side to side as she inched her knees forward, keeping her head motionless on the floor. Tina's lips curled into a twisted grin, she whispered "Oh no you don't", stretched the rubber band between thumb and index finger an let fly at the beautiful 'target' that Supergirl was presenting. The elastic hit Super- girl on the left buttock, and the response was electric. . . As pain shot through her, mixed with strangely pleasurable sensations produced when the minute waves generated in her flesh by the impact radiated outward, stimulating the very sensitive bundles of nerve in her anus and genitals, Supergirl started, began a scream, which immediately became a whimper as she fought to turn off the deafening blast of her own voice, and then her consciousness was shattered by the sudden tidal wave of mixed sensations, and she blacked out again. The great Supergirl, felled by a rubber band!
Tina could barely contain herself, hopping up and down, clapping her hands, and laughing. When she calmed down, she set up several cameras, each recording Supergirl from a different angle, and then stepped forward and with great ceremony, began to lecture to the recorders as though she was a scientist being interviewed for 'NOVA' or the Evening News.
"The device I hold in my hands. . .", she began ponderously, holding up the modified 'SuperSoaker', "was built by my uncle. He's a great scientist, although no one knows it yet! It works a little like an electroencephalograph, and a little like a magnetic resonance imager, and a little like a radio transmitter", she lectured, proud of the number of polysyllabic words she had managed to squeeze into that sentence. When 'fired' at a brain, it first records the rhythm of the nerve impulses, sorts them and finally fires an electromagnetic pulse of just the right frequency to shut down most of the nervous system's internal inhibitors. These inhibitor 'subroutines' make normal life possible. They help all living things become 'used to' most stuff and let us focus on the new things in our environment. I lets us 'shut out' repetitive TV commercials, all conversations but our own, all the words on a page but the ones we are 'reading', and so on. In short, it keeps us from drowning in a sea of sensation, and lets our consciousness focus on new and important items."
She paused, and then added, a little lamely, "My uncle, whom I've been visiting for the past few weeks here in 'Silicon Valley', invented it while trying to develop an electronic alternative to anesthesia, but it didn't shut down the right mental subroutines, and he couldn't see any use for it. He's still working on his electronic anesthetizer. I 'borrowed' this thing from his 'junk pile'! I got it working and tried it on my elder sister, Kelly, (she's a senior in high school now, and used to be a royal pain in the butt, always telling me what to do, and how to talk and what to wear!) when she was 'baby sitting' me last week at my uncle's cabin in the mountains. She was 'terminally confused' for nearly the entire week. . . I put her through all kinds of experiments, (see tapes one and two), but she was OK when our uncle came to pick us up at the end of the week. She's been scared stiff of me ever since, and I can get her to do anything I want! Lets see about this Supergirl, now!" She put the 'SuperSoaker' aside and picked up a wooden ruler from the nearby desk. Holding it as a professor might in front of a large class, she approached the Girl of Steel.
Supergirl had begun to stir. Very slowly she straightened first one appendage, then another, finally bringing her hands under her shoulders until she was lying on her stomach apparently ready to do push ups. She then, at a snail's pace, straightened her arms, pushing herself up off the floor, and then bringing first one leg then the other under her. Tina was surprised. . . Her sister hadn't been able to move coherently for an entire day after being 'treated'!
As Tina watched, Supergirl, brow furrowed in concentration, raised herself to a standing position at nearly the rate that grass grows. Balancing precariously, she found she could reduce the flood of feelings from her body by holding her arms out to the sides, leaning forward so that her skirt didn't keep brushing her thighs, and tilting her head so that her hair fell past her shoulders touching as little of herself as possible. Although the room still seemed to dip and turn crazily as she moved her head, she began to make some sense of her surroundings, and launched herself in a slow lurching gait toward the door.
Tina Walked up behind the Staggering Supergirl and, ready to jump away at the first sign of danger, tapped the out thrust behind of the Maid of Might with her ruler. Supergirl froze at the sudden and unexpected explosion on her posterior. A muffled whimper escaped her. She stood rigidly, trying to reign in her splintering consciousness as waves of sensation, tactile and auditory, swept through her chaotic universe. Tina, playing for the cameras, tapped the buns of steel again taunting, "You are a bad girl to try to get in my way, Supergirl, and I'm going to give you a good spanking!"
Each light slap of the ruler drove a whimper from the Girl of Steel, and caused involuntary muscle spasms starting in her Gluteus Maximus and radiating outward, echoing back and forth through her body. Tina tried to keep the whacks light enough so that Supergirl wouldn't faint.
An unconscious subject wasn't very interesting. She placed slap after slap on Supergirl's quivering bottom and upper thighs, continuously scolding the much larger girl as the Maid of Might finally found her voice and began to plead in pathetic whimpered gasps seemingly driven from her with each tap of the ruler. . . "Please. . .!? Stop. . .! Why. . .? Who. . .? How. . .? No. . ! Don't. . .! Not there. . .! Please. . .!?"
As the torment went on, Supergirl's body began to vibrate more, her breasts swinging inside her tight shirt and her clothing sliding over her body stimulated undeniable, uncontrollable feelings that were far from painful! Her nipples hardened, and her clitoris became engorged, making them even more sensitive to the unexpected ministrations of her own clothing! The sensations awakened memories and fantasies which fed upon and amplified the storm of lust that was overtaking her until the Super Heroine was nothing but a moaning, whimpering, stuttering, quiv-
ering mass of erogenous activity. Unknown to Tina, the vibrating, drooling, pleading Supergirl was being swept down a tunnel of undeniable lust toward a cataclysmic orgasm! She was almost there when Tina suddenly stopped!
Supergirl's muscle spasms had given Tina an idea! Eyes staring, mouth open, the whimpering Girl of Steel shivered, nearly lost her balance. Tina, with an evil grin, fished in her 'utility belt' and came up with her sewing kit. She extracted two of the largest needles, and approached Supergirl again, holding one in each hand. She pricked Supergirl's right hip and was pleased when the Maid of Might responded with a squeak and a jerk of her hips to the left! Tina noted the distance of the hip motion, then holding a needle near Supergirl's right hip, she prodded her in her left. This time, Supergirl peeped and jerked right, but, upon hitting the needle on her right, jerked back to the left, to repeat the process! Tina had the Girl of Steel performing an involuntary hula! By pulling the needles apart, she could lower the rate, while pushing them together raised the frequency to a point where Supergirl's skirt billowed up, and her bottom blurred, producing a low humming sound!. Tina had figured out what had caused the Maid of Might's head to vibrate between her own hands when this all began!
She continued to experiment with the hapless heroine. Tina stopped her assault on Supergirl's buttocks, and left her to calm down a bit, but before the spasming stopped completely, she was at it again. She held the needles on either side of Supergirl's left hand, and drove it to blurring speed, humming at different pitches. Then holding needles just in front of and behind her left knee caused an awkward one legged 'dance', nearly pitching the blond avenger onto her face!
When Tina finally stopped and stepped back to give the videos a good view, The Maid of Might was a sweating, gasping, shaking, bundle of nerves, hopelessly aroused, and begging for release in a tiny mewling voice. Her nipples seemed ready to poke through her top, while, in her bent position, her unusually long clitoris made a very visible, wiggling point in the cloth covering her crotch as it pressed outward. Tina had just noticed this, and was fascinated!
In her experiments, she had thoroughly examined her older sister, (and herself!), and knew that just touching Kelly's nipples or clit while she was under the influence of the anti-anesthetizer would send her into a rush of violent orgasms, convulsing her and producing a copious, smelly, slippery discharge from her sex. Tina hadn't had an orgasm herself yet (though she'd tried), and had been enthralled by her sister's display. Needless to say, she had kept Kelly climaxing for nearly an hour, and, without realizing it nearly dehydrated the poor girl. Kelly was well endowed, with 36-C breasts and wide hips but she certainly didn't have the kind of clitoris Tina now saw before her, waving, seem- ingly begging for attention! She couldn't wait to see how Supergirl reacted to the same stimuli!
She tiptoed up behind Supergirl, and lightly flicked that Superclit with the tip of her ruler. All hell broke loose! The Maid of Might disappeared in what sounded like an explosion, the ruler splintered, and Tina's hand went numb. Tina shook now. . . in fear! She saw a deep depression in the floor where Supergirl had been standing, and bits of the ruler lying about, but no sign of the Girl of Steel! Sweeping her frightened eyes around the gym revealed nothing until she looked up, drawn by a creek of rending metal. A pair of legs dangled from the ceiling where Supergirl was imbedded, but the damaged supports were letting go, and the Maid of Might plummeted like a stone toward Tina! The little girl was too numb and frightened to move, and the 'Super Stone' missed her by inches, further damaging the floor. Tina just shook. . . she finally realized that she was playing with dynamite, and wanted OUT!
Calling upon some inner strength from her ninja fantasies, the little girl pulled herself together and began to run, but stopped when she heard Supergirl moving behind her! If the Girl of Steel was recovering this fast, she'd never get away! What could she do! She had to do something or she'd be captured! Her gun! . . . She had to give Supergirl another shot! She wildly searched the room, and after what seemed a century, spotted the 'toy' on the other side of the room! She ran to it, diving and sliding (like the first rate baseball player she was) the last few yards, yanked up the gun, aimed it at the slowly rising Supergirl and fired!. . . Nothing happened! "Maybe the battery's dead! Maybe something's come disconnected! Maybe something burned out! Omigod, omigod, omigod, whatamigonnado!!!" The words ran together in her rapidly churning mind. She froze as a still groggy Supergirl staggered towards her! Then, without thinking, she emulated scenes she'd loved in several commando movies. . . she tuned her weapon around, and yelling, "YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!!", swung it like a club at the befuddled Maid of Might. The plastic butt bounced off Supergirl's right temple, causing such a riot of sensation in the still recovering heroine that she once again lost consciousness.
Tina looked in shock at what she'd just done. . . She'd knocked out Supergirl! But she knew that it wouldn't last long. She had to do something to immobilize her enemy long enough to allow her to get away. She saw the heavy climbing ropes, coiled along one wall, but realized that they would never hold Supergirl. There was nothing stronger than Supergirl. Only Supergirl was as strong as Supergirl. . . That was it!!
Tina cautiously approached the super heap on the floor and gently poked a limp hand with her foot. The hand flopped over, completely slack! Without more invitation, she rolled the blue and red clad heroine onto her back. Then with much straining, managed to raise Supergirl's seemingly lifeless shoulders and push them over onto her legs. The wonderfully supple body simply folded at the hips leaving Supergirl's head and shoulders on the floor between her splayed legs. With a great deal more straining, and some levering with a steel bar, Tina managed to hook Supergirl's right ankle behind her neck, and fastened it there with a strand of her own golden hair! Soon the left ankle joined (and was joined to) the right ankle. Finally, Tina crossed Supergirl's arms behind her head and knotted her elbows to her ankles with more golden cords. Wanting to ensure her immobility, Tina continued to tie strands of hair about the hapless heroine's arms and ankles until there were none left, and the Girl of Steel had been trussed up into a sort of Super turkey, ready for the oven! But Tina wasn't finished yet!
She dragged the still unconscious form across the floor to a set of rings, ran to the wall and released the winch that held them. When they hit the floor, she ran back with an 'S' shaped piece of steel, she'd found near in a pile of plastic crowd control chains. She slipped one loop of the 'S' through Supergirl's hair, and the other onto one of the rings, then raced back to crank the winch and raise the swinging blue and red clad figure off the floor. She fixed the winch when Supergirl was suspended a few feet above the floor, picked up a meter stick, and then hesitantly slipped behind the swinging figure, fear and curiosity alternately pulling her little frame toward and then away. She poked Supergirl in the ribs with the meter stick. The Maid of Might twitched, and whimpered quietly, but otherwise seemed safe to approach. There was no further explosive activity.
A little bolder, now, Tina moved in front of her dangling captive. As she looked up between those powerful buttocks, past the muscular thighs, over the massive breasts at the strained face of the blonde superheroine, eyes squeezed shut, teeth gritted, Tina was again awed by the incredible strength conspicuous in that incomparable body. The realization of the awesome abilities of this 'tiger' she had by the tail chilled her, and almost sent her running, but her curiosity held her. She reached out and very gently drew the tip of the meter stick slowly along Supergirl's thigh, starting just behind her right knee, to pause where the awesome flesh disappeared under that blue leotard. Muscles quivered in the wake of its wooden tip, and Supergirl's eyes opened, but failed to focus. She was still totally disoriented, Tina realized, and grew more reckless.
She used the tip of the stick to sketch little circles over her captive's buttocks, admiring the swelling of the massive muscles as they quivered and flexed. She let the tip wander into the canyon of Supergirl's crotch, and slowly, lightly drew it from her anus almost to her clitoris which was poking a tiny tent of blue cloth up at the end of the valley. It shivered at Tina's approach, but, shuddering at the memory of the violence of her last touch there, Tina steered the smooth warm wood around the tiny sentry, and let it meander up the powerful abdominals, eliciting twitches, of individual muscles, and now and again, squirming of that entire awesome body. The stick wandered up to the mountain of the right breast where it was pressed against, and bulging over the inside of the Girl of Steel's right thigh, just below her knee. Tina pressed on, slowly circling the enormous breast, closer and closer to the rock hard nipple so obvious, distorting the bold 'S' logo of her uniform. Squirming increased, huge muscles flexed and shivered, eyes wandered anxiously, questioning moans and whimpers escaped her drooling mouth as the stick drew closer to her blue covered, diamond hard nipple.
When the tip of the stick finally met the tip of the breast, the result was electric! Both nipples seemed to grow, every muscle tensed, and her clitoris actually began to vibrate so rapidly that it produced a soft humming!
"Guess I know what rings your chimes, now" whispered Tina to herself with false bravado. In fact, she knew the power of the body she was toying with, and was nearly scared to death. As much a prisoner of her own curiosity as Supergirl was of her bondage, Tina slid the stick over the other breast, teasing that nipple as well, eliciting increasing turmoil and further exciting that unbelievable clitoris. Tina trailed the point languorously down the crumpled stomach, lightly brushing the sweat dampened thighs with the side of the stick, finally circling the blurry, humming nubbin. Supergirl was panting like a puppy, after a long run, breath hissing through her teeth as her bondage clamped her head to her chest. Her slightly crossed eyes staring into and through her own belly, as she rode her overpowering arousal higher and higher. As Tina brought the tip into contact with that buzzing button, she pressed down hard. Supergirl seized! Her eyes seemed to pop out of her head. Her breathing stopped, while irresistible muscles involuntarily contracted, crushing her invulnerable body in on itself! For a moment, only the sound of joints popping and creaking could be heard, and then it ended in a rush. Supergirl groaned, then gasped, a gush of hot fluid erupting through the fabric of her leotard, to leak down the furrow between her pulsating labia, stimulating a quivering of her anus, to drip onto the polished wood of the gym floor. Her whole body shook, spasmed a second time, and then hung, seemingly lifeless.
"Wow!", exclaimed Tina, as much relieved that she was still alive as she was amazed by what she had just witnessed. "That was spectacular!!. . . but I don't know how long she'll be out. I better get going!"
As she turned to go, Supergirl sighed, and Tina realized that she would have to do something to keep her distracted if she should recover. She thought briefly, then ran to her pack, pulling out her lunch. She brought the juice box back to the slowly turning Supergirl and poured it over her, being careful to wet her breasts and genitals. This was particularly easy as the position in which she had been tied left both fully exposed, and her nipples and clitoris still made little tents of that super costume, even as she slept! Tina stepped back as the wasps that she had noticed earlier, attracted to the sweet smell of the juice, one by one began to gather at the feast!
Tina collected her belongings and started to unload the video tapes to stuff them into her pack when she heard moans from the suspended Supergirl. Still super sensitized, and now confused as she woke, apparently unable to move and assailed by hundreds of little pinches, pokes, prods, pulls, and pricks at her most sensitive and private places. It was at once tickling, arousing and maddening! She opened her eyes to see her breasts, covered with insects and nearly pressed into her face! She squirmed and caught sight of her nether region just beyond, as it wiggled into view with its own burden of creeping, buzzing, furry horrors. Beyond that, she just caught sight of a little body wearing camo-fatigues disappearing through the door.
For hours Supergirl swung helplessly above the gym floor, squirming and twitching at the end of the long rope, her dazed mind swirled in a turbulent torrent of tactile torment, dipping in and out of consciousness as her system periodically overloaded and shut down. Tina had plenty of time to make good her getaway. In fact, she got to her uncle's house, stuffed her souvenir tapes into a shoulder bag in plenty of time to get to the airport for the trip across the continent to her home in Boston. When she leaped into the limo taking them to the airport, her sister, Kelly, was wary of her breathless exuberance, wondering what sort of trouble she'd gotten into, and hoping that it wouldn't spill over onto her. She cringed when Tina leaned close and whispered in her ear, "I just beat up Supergirl!!! I've got tapes to prove it! I'll show you when we get home!"
"I don't want to see", shuddered Kelly, who, in fact, didn't want to spend any more time with her nasty little sister than she absolutely had to. Kelly still didn't understand what Kelly had done to her, that week alone at the lake, but she now had a deep rooted fear of the little girl.
Tina reached up, and with a grin, pinched Kelly's left nipple as hard as she could, with the cruelty only possible in someone who had never experienced it herself. Even through the halter top the pain was intense. Kelly's eyes filled with tears of pain, and she squealed pitiably. "We'll watch it together, and maybe I'll try some of the neat stuff I did to her on you, too!" teased Tina.
Kelly cowered, shivering, not daring to contradict her vicious little sister. She shrank back, and nodded shakily "OK, OK, whatever you say!"
During the rest of the trip in the Limo and on the plane, while Tina endlessly told and retold her experience with the Maid of Might (or 'Made of Fright', as she began calling her), Kelly fell silent, and began making plans. She didn't dare go up against Tina alone, but even Supergirl had a reason to want to catch her 'rotten little sister' and she would make a powerful ally. She would have to be very sneaky to keep Tina from catching on, but Kelly felt she would be able to get in touch with the Girl of Steel. There were several Web sites that claimed to provide contact with the beautiful kryptonian. If she couldn't do it this year, by the following September, Kelly would be off to college (if she could keep her grades up) and out from under Tina's oppressive thumb. Surely with all the resources of a university available, and no Tina to obstruct things, she should be able to contact Supergirl and with her plot Tina's demise. This would be fun. . . almost like an espionage novel fraught with real danger, clandestine planning, and, hopefully, finally meeting and working with the legendary heroine. Kelly hoped she could pull it off!
Hours later, as the plane carrying Kelly and Tina roared into a warm California evening, Supergirl's twisted nervous system finally began to reassemble itself. She realized, as she began to identify her own body's aromas, hear the silence of the empty gym, and recognize the occasional insect still exploring her contorted body, that she was becoming her old self again, and that something very strange had just happened. She tried to move, and to her great surprise found herself very restricted. She struggled a bit, but nearly exhausted and still very sensitive from her incredible experience, decided that perhaps it would be wiser to reflect on her situation and try to recall exactly how she had gotten into this predicament.
Recognizing she was in what looked like a high school gym, she searched her still foggy memory and soon was replaying an almost photographic recollection of the days events. In her mind's eye she saw clearly a diminutive terrorist fire a toy like 'weapon' at her, and then the memories became surreal, disjointed and confusing. Concentrating on the unique image and sound of the little girl named Tina, Supergirl managed to piece together the unexpected, confusing, arousing, and humiliating events that had culminated in her being tied in a knot, and left to dangle in a darkening gymnasium, in a state of constant, muddled, helpless arousal. The all consuming concentration required for this ex-
traordinary feat of self discovery and healing involved more than just her mind. Even as her amazing mind sorted out these events, her body squirmed anew, as it too was drawn to relive those mind shattering few hours.
Not far away, ms. Murray was trying to push her key into the side door of the high school. She was surprised to have the door swing open before the key was fully in the lock! Connie, as her friends called her, suddenly wary, let the door glide to a halt, listening carefully for any sounds within. There had been some vandalism lately in area schools, and if that was going on here, she didn't want to walk in on a crowed of hyped up teens unsuspecting.
Connie was the girls gym teacher, gymnastics, track, and basketball coach, but this wasn't her career. She, like so many others, was hoping to break into movies and television. She was in her mid twenties, and had more than the usual healthful glow of the natives. Connie had been a bodybuilder since her early teens, had been on the gymnastics team in college, where she had studied acting, dance and physical education. She also held a black belt in Karate, Tai Kwon Do, and had won several Jiu Jitsu tournaments. Her beautiful face and full black hair flowing to her muscular buttocks were certainly world quality, but her agent kept complaining that her body was just 'too much' for American movies, unless she wanted to try pornography, or breast reduction surgery, of course. Although not a prude, Connie's straight laced upbringing in a small town in southwestern Rhode Island put the former out of the question. She would never be able to look her family in the eye if she compromised her morals like that! Even in high school, she had had large breasts, and had taken a lot of kidding for it. She had considered surgery but after discussing it with her parents and her minister, and writing a paper on the subject for Health, decided that unnecessary surgical procedures were uncomfortable, possibly dangerous, and might leave her in worse shape than she began (look at Jenny McArtney, who was always complaining about a botched boob-job). If her boobs were going to be large, she decided, she would have to become large enough to carry them, so at the age of 14, already with a 38 D chest, she began eating and working out like crazy. Fortunately, her high school coach was both sympathetic, and accomplished, and was able to guide her early development, and set her on the right track for spectacular gains. By her mid twenties, Connie had become a bright, athletic, beauty with considerable skills, and a magnificently proportioned body. . . at least for a comic book superheroine! She had tried to get roles, but was even too 'exaggerated' for a place on the campy 'American Warriors' television show.
Falling back on her significant athletic skills and college credits, she took a job as supervisor of girl's athletics at this high school. Here she could hide her spectacular figure in baggy sweats, work out for free in the school's well equipped weight room, and enjoy the southern California ambiance while she waited for the right movie role to come along. She'd been at it for a little more than a year, and although she'd done a little modelling for a national fitness magazine, been to quite a few interviews, and even tried a little stunt work, she stayed at the high school.
The main reason, she would have told anyone was that she liked working with the kids, but deep down inside, although she wouldn't even have admitted it to herself, she found the 'kids' 'stimulating' on a very different level. She got a secret thrill out of spotting a young gymnast, especially when it lead to handling the young athlete. The excited kisses she shared with her team when they won and the group hug that buoyed their spirits when they lost always gave her a secret tingling. She watched her girls shower, commented on and helped them with their posture, and at night floated through troubling but heady dreams (forgotten upon waking) of darker, more intimate liaisons.
Connie crept silently into the gym, ready to bolt if things got dicey, when she saw something so strange that, at first she didn't understand what she was looking at. Hanging from the rings was a broad swatch of bright red cloth, emblazoned with some sort of shield and topped with golden hair. There was a moaning, humming sound coming from it, and it undulated slowly. Forgetting her own safety in her curiosity, she strode to the rings to get a better look. She was shocked to see a beautiful girl apparently tied in a knot, writhing and moaning as she swung by her hair. Yellow and black patches of wasps seethed over the helpless girl's breasts and pubes!
"Damn those kids!", she hissed through clenched teeth. "They've strung up a cheerleader! Wait 'till I get my hands on the little rat that's responsible! Damn the administration for not getting rid of those wasps when I complained last month! They're going to hear from me!"
She rushed forward shooing the insects off with her sweatshirt, put her arms around the poor young lady, lifted her off the hook, and gently carried her to her office, where she lay her on the battered couch at the back wall. Connie had been surprised at the victim's weight, and now was able to appreciate the massive muscles tensed in what appeared to be a continuous. . . orgasm(?). Connie's sweats were wet where they had pressed against the girl's crotch as she carried her, and in the enclosed space of the small office, the view of that muscular landscape, its sensuous writhing, moaning, and the heady aroma of sex set Connie off balance.
"Hold on!", Connie thought. . ."get a grip on yourself! This kid is being tortured, and you want to jump her bones?!?! She needs help!"
Connie leaned forward to examine the poor thing. The girl wasn't wearing any school colors with which Connie was familiar, but her clothing certainly looked like some kind of a uniform. Her legs had been folded up against her sides, brought together and crossed at the ankles just behind her head. It looked like they'd been tied together with her own hair, as had her arms which had been brought up and crossed behind them to help fasten them to her head. As a result, the blonde's head was pressed forward, chin on her breast, and her magnificent body rolled up like a used towel. She was soaked with sweat, breathing rapidly, making little 'uh, uh, uh. . . ' sounds, eyes staring. Connie was beginning to breath a little heavier now, and wondered briefly if this beauty could see anything but her own enormous chest and the muscular buttocks beyond.
She leant down dangerously close to the victim's crotch to be able to look into her face, gently brushed aside the silken blonde hair and whispered, "You're all right, now. I've got you down, and I'm going to get you out of this. Try to relax, and it will all be over before you know it."
Connie hurried to her desk, pulled out the large pair of shears she kept in her top drawer, and returned to the girl, who was now beginning to quiet down. Her eyes were no longer staring but were purposefully moving to take in as much of the room as she could. When Connie entered her field of view, her first words were, "You can't cut my hair!"
The blonde seemed dazed, and Connie thought that she was worried about her hair. The sensuous human pretzel repeated, "You can't cut my hair!" Connie spoke softly, trying to reassure her, "I want to get you out of this as soon as possible. Don't worry, your hair will grow out again in a few months."
"I'm really all right." said the blonde, growing calmer and more lucid with each breath. It looked as though help had arrived just when needed! "But you can't cut my hair. . . I'm Supergirl, . . . nothing you have will touch it. Go ahead. . . try!"
Connie had certainly heard of Supergirl, and of her exploits in the area, but had half dismissed the stories as urban legend in a league with bigfoot and the loch Ness monster. Not sure what was going on, she tentatively began scissoring a strand of hair. To her frustration she found that no matter what she did, the hair slipped sideways in the scissors, which then closed uselessly sliding along the length of the golden fibers. When, holding the hair so as to put as little strain on the golden head as possible, she used all her strength to pull the scissors against the hair and close them, they broke!
"If you're as powerful as they say, how did you ever let this happen to you?" queried Connie, still uncertain.
"Look. Its a long story, but I'm not going anywhere," Supergirl giggled. "I'll tell you what happened, and maybe you can help me find out who did this to me?"
"This may take a while," cautioned Connie, warily perusing the knotted hair. "OK, lets get started!"
As Connie leaned forward to examine the knots, her hair slowly brushed along the thigh and into the knee pit of the bound beauty, sparking a wave of erotic sensation that telegraphed like an electric shock directly to her suddenly bubbling, gooey, pulsing, pussy and from there to her bursting breasts and swelling nipples. Supergirl gasped and swallowed, trying to hold on to a tenuous equilibrium as a cloud of her pheromones engulfed the two girls. Connie felt her ears redden, her breasts tingle, and her belly melt. Startled, she pulled away, both girls were now panting as they struggled with their most primitive and powerful biological imperatives.
"Ohmigosh!" panted Connie, squeezing the back of the sofa with a grip of death. "I'm so sorry!! I didn't mean to do that!!. . . But what did I do?. . . What happened?!?!?"
"I guess I'm still 'sensitive'," breathed a gasping Maid of Might as she fought the rising tensions her body was producing. "I think I'm going to be OK", she added more confidently. "How are you?"
"I'm better. . . I'm so sorry! I don't know what got into me! I'll try to be more careful! Ready for a new try?" asked a flushed Connie.
"Lets do it!" replied Supergirl. "Just be careful what buttons you push", she grinned. Both girls relaxed a bit. Connie put her hair up with several pins from her desk, and began again.
For nearly an hour, Connie teased the stubborn knots out of the blonde mane of the beauty bound on her couch while the Girl of Steel told a strange and frightening tale of a child armed with a powerful weapon she didn't understand, doing horrible things she couldn't possibly comprehend to innocent people. During the exchange, they learned a great deal of personal information about each other, too. They had a surprising amount in common. Both were far from home with few friends, both had unusual talents which were kept secret from their closest associates, both were a little lonely, and uncertain of their place in life.
After Supergirl's limbs were finally freed, while Connie sat behind her working on the last knots, The Maid of Might heard a whispered. . . "Well, now that I've freed the powerful genie, are you going to grant me any wishes?"
She turned slowly to look into the surprisingly serious eyes of her benefactor. "Just ask," she smiled, reassuringly.
"I wish. . .", began Connie hesitantly, then hurried on. . . "I wish I could see you again. . ."
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