Chapter One - Beginnings
Supergirl landed with a slight thump on the top of the building, a 20-story block of flats in one of the new areas of Gotham. Newly reconstructed after the quake, she looked around amazed at how much the skyline had changed. An ironic thought, she realized after the changes in her own life over the last few months.
Her defeat of the Carnivore had come at a heavy price and the loss of the Earth angel element of her being still tugged at her. After weeks of following the chaos stream she was a little footsore of traveling and had decided to take a few days break in Gotham. Already one of the most chaotic places on Earth she mused on the fact that maybe here she would be safe from the outbreaks of weirdness that had followed her arrival in otherwise normal, orderly places.
A sharp breeze blew from the harbor area, blowing her hair around her face and sweeping her cape out behind her. She looked proud and majestic surveying the city on her lonely perch. yet in her heart uncertainty and indecision prevailed. Was she right to take even a day off her quest? How would she find the true essence of Supergirl and how long would her quest take? And did she want it back? For the first time she was Linda Danvers.. Doing good without the influence of an Earth Angel or Wally, the mysterious God-boy.
She shook her head to dispel the deep thoughts that had taken over her thoughts. Relax, she said to herself. That's the whole point of stopping here.. For some strange reason the Chaos stream came nowhere near Gotham, and the madness there was purely a result of social ills and a few madmen. Away from its influence, she should be able to unwind.
Out of her reverie for a moment she prepared to jump down off the building when a cough made her turn around. She looked around in surprise to see the Dark Knight standing only a few feet from her. "Gosh," she thought, "I must have been out of it for him to creep up on me so easily". She took a step away, immediately intimidated by his presence.
"Get out of my city. Batgirl will show you the way out. Don't come back."
Supergirl's head whirled. How dare he? She looked to her right where Batgirl was standing, partially concealed by a ventilation outlet on the flat roof. "Now wait a minute," she exclaimed, "I'm only in town for a day and was just taking a look.." She looked back around to Batman but he was gone. "Damn" she said. "guess Clark was right about him!" and looked back to Batgirl who was watching her patiently.
"OK," she said. "Mr Batman doesn't want me in his precious city and he's sent his lackey to watch my departure. I was only here for a day anyway but if Mr Bat wants me out, I'll go. Just let me go and pick up my traveling companion downstairs and we'll be off."
Not even waiting for a reaction she turned and jumped off the building. She enjoyed the feel of the air in her hair as she plummeted to the ground and thanked Wally for her "aura" that kept her wig in place. Her skirt flew up almost to her breasts, exposing her panties on the rapid descent down ("Lucky I have good legs, otherwise I'd feel a bit self-conscious doing this" she thought as she plummeted) and landed. Amazingly she saw that her escort was already standing in the entrance to the alleyway immediately to her left. She looked closer at the dark bat shape and tried to determine what she could about it. She was a young girl, she thought, 17 or 18, with a well-exercised body neatly accented by the form-fitting outfit she wore. The padding she had in the bat-suit actually made her curves seem more pronounced. Made the girl look more womanly. and yet the covered mouth area seemed to convey far more of a menacing quality than would otherwise be possible. Here was a fighter. Not interested in talk. actions speak louder than words.
Supergirl pointed at the bar where Buzz was sitting and started walking across the road. She looked over her shoulder but the Girl was already gone. She looked back at the bar entrance and saw, concealed in the shadows beside the dumpsters, the Bat was watching, waiting. "Dammit how does she do that?" She asked, out loud, and carried on to the bar entrance. She put her hand against the door, her glove taking a few more flakes of paint off the already almost bare door and pushed.
The bar was louder and rowdier than when she had left for her "breath of air" - she wondered if that was Buzz's influence. He was, or had been, an agent of chaos. She walked up to him at the bar, barely noticing in her preoccupation that silence was spreading through the bar like locusts through a field. She reached Buzz and said "Come on, someone doesn't want us in Gotham.. It's time to move again".
She noticed that Buzz was looking slightly uncomfortable. then she noticed the silence in the Bar. Damn, she was in costume. Heroes or heroines couldn't be the most popular people in a slightly seedy place like this, she thought. Last time she'd let Buzz choose the bar! She looked around to see all eyes on her. A few whispered conversations were taking place with eyes darting on and off her, trying vainly to not give the impression that they were taking about her. Buzz smiled. "Right you are, luv. Let's go." As he took a pace from the bar a meaty hand fell on his shoulder.
"Where do you think you're going? You haven't paid for that yet."
"Well, I can't help it" protested Buzz. "My other friend was supposed to come back and pay!" Supergirl realized what had happened. Buzz had brought a beer in her absence promising that Linda would pay for it. Now Linda wasn't there and her purse was sitting in the boot of their car awaiting her return from the rooftop reconnoiter. She realized that she had to take control of this situation quickly.
"Now wait a minute, Barman. This man is needed on superhero business. I'll send the money through to you."
"Couldn't care less missy, who-ever-you-are. You've got a cheek coming in here pretending to be Supergirl when Supergirl died, sacrificing herself for us all"
Supergirl silently cursed the embedded memory that Wally had given the population.. That Supergirl was dead, having died to save the Earth. She realized that explaining would be too difficult and she was not in the mood for it at that particular moment, annoyed with the Batman as she was. She grabbed Buzz's hand and marched for the door.
Buzz resisted for a second, then she felt his hand gratefully be led by hers towards the door. Then he stumbled forwards into her back and collapsed to the floor. She turned around quickly and saw the barman, on her side of the bar, wielding a baseball bat. Buzz lay on the floor at her feet, a gash on the back of his head where the bat had made its strike. "Damn" she thought and grabbed at the bat.
The Barman was quicker than he looked though and pulled it out of her reach. She simply grabbed the Barman by the shirt and hurled him towards a table. He landed, smashing the table and scattering the customers who had been sitting there. Chaos erupted.
Chairs immediately were hoisted and used as clubs as the patrons attacked Supergirl. She dodged a few blows, smashed a few tables hoisted at her and tried to get Buzz so she could pick him up and get out of there. A gunshot fired, the bullet deflecting off her chest barely missing another fighter. "Dammit," she thought. "He's going to kill someone with that thing!" She spotted the gunman and made a leap for him as someone grabbed her cape. The effect was unfortunate for the young heroine.
She jumped a meter then felt her neck whipped back by the hold on her Cape. Her legs flew out in front of her and she landed with a thump on her bum on the ground, her hands at her neck trying to snatch back her cape and her legs spreadeagled in front of her. She had only a split second before the first steel capped boot connected with the side of her head whipping it sideways. Stunned for a second she had no defence as the next boot caught her under the chin and knocked her backwards into the arms of the man still holding her cape for dear life. Supergirl was seeing stars as she felt his hands detach from her Cape and surround her body. She summoned her reserves and lunged forward, away from the Cape grabber but underestimated his determination. His hands held and she dragged him forward with her, the distraction was enough for another boot to kick her on the jaw. The stars reappeared as a bouncer suddenly appeared in front of her, a metallic baseball bat in his hand. "This here baby is for the motherfuckers who don't know when they should stay down" he said and wound the bat into the side of her skull. The stars went supernova as she flew to one side and rolled before lying still against a table. The bright lights in her eyes were dimming and she knew she was in real trouble here.
Just then the front door flew open with a crash and a dark shape dived through the opening. Smoke pellets flew from her arms sending clouds everywhere and adding to the confusion. A few well-placed, almost surgical blows sent the first 3 goons to react to the floor as Batgirl reached Supergirl. Then things got worse.
The goon with a gun fired another shot a the still prone Supergirl. The bullet hit her shoulder and ricocheted upwards into Batgirl's shoulder, knocking her back and around into a chair. She lost her balance and fell face first on the ground where she her forehead landed on the dropped metal mat, knocking her unconscious immediately.
It was the last thing Supergirl saw as the baseball bat connected once more with her skull, sending her face crashing to the ground and the consciousness out of her body.
Part Two - Things Get Worse
"Imagine my surprise" said a disembodied voice "when I was sitting in my office watching the bar on the CCTV when I saw Supergirl, or an imitation of her, walk in. I came to Gotham to get away from Metas and knew, as long as the bar didn't do anything to attract the bat that I would be able to relax for a while. You can further imagine my surprise when the Bats girlfriend rolled in here. an attention I can do without. But imagine my surprise and delight when both of you get taken out by a drunken mob without me having to intervene at all." Supergirl heard all of this through darkness and reluctantly opened her eyes. She felt bruises all over her head from the kicks and beatings she had taken, and the pain in her arm told her that it could be broken. What she saw amazed her - she was in a laboratory; the walls were all white and padded with soundproofing. She was lying spread-eagled on an X-shaped bed; she tested her bonds but they were too strong for her to break.
Her head felt a bit tender and bruised from the blows she had received but other wise intact. Batgirl lay on a similar bed a couple of meters away, her shoulder bandaged and her head slumped to one side in obvious unconsciousness. And her captor..
"I thought," she murmured loudly "that you wanted to kill all metas. That you wanted to defeat justice, Prometheus"
"Ah, you are wide awake, good." He strolled over the room to face her. His crotch was level with her face, forcing her to look up his tall frame to see his face. "Well, after a couple of defeats I figured I'd rather go to a place where justice is symbolized by a flying rodent than keep on getting my but kicked by big blue and his cronies. And I must thank you, by the way, for bringing me one of his assistants. Don't worry about Bats finding you though. The bar has a jamming field that blocks any tracers like the one your batty friend had on her and I quickly got the bar fixed up and replaced the CCTV recording of the fight and your appearance there. All the Batman will know is that his lady's tracer stopped working within 10 metres of the bar."
He walked away from her and over to the table on which Batgirl was lying. He ran his hand over her unconscious body from her feet, up her leg to her crotch, where he paused for a second before moving on up over her stomach. His hand wandered and circled her breasts for a few seconds before moving up her neck to her cheek. It remained there for a minute, and Supergirl thought how loving that pose looked. like a father touching a child or a lover touching another while they slept. He turned back.
"And don't worry about your companion. He was taken from the scene, as was your car, and is currently residing in a nearby location. You are on your own."
"What do you want?" asked Supergirl, a shiver sliding down her spine as he moved again towards her.
"Ah, isn't that what everyone wants to know." He smiled. "I want to subvert justice. The symbols of justice, those who carry out the will of justice. I want to seduce it to me and degrade it. I want the world to see how phony their idea of justice is and how easily it can be manipulated by those with the power to do so."
He smiled as he moved between her legs and felt her inner thighs gently. "Stop it, you moron. You'll never seduce me. I know ."
She trailed off as he moved away from her a little and turned to a table in the center of the two prone heroines. There lay his helmet "You think not, now.". He smiled as he took a disc out of his pocket and examined the label. "Excellent" he said and inserted the disc into the reader on the side of the helmet. "But who you are, where you are from and your abilities are a mystery to me." He said. "You seem to imitate Supergirl yet you have none of her raw power. Who are you?" he asked as he put the helmet over Supergirl's head.
Supergirl tried to fight it but in an instance was laid bare. Her past, her memories were written onto the disc. Her fights, her hopes and dreams. Her fantasies and her failings were all written for the benefit of her captor. Prometheus smiled and took the helmet off her head and placed it on his. The press of a button and her knowledge was his. He smiled. "Oh this is so easy" he said as he took off the helmet and walked again between her legs. He reached over her belly and kissed her belly button ferociously.
She gasped as she felt his tongue probing her button and lost herself in the eroticism of the action. "Gaah!" she cried out as her head flew back in appreciation of the pleasure. She felt her nipples stiffen and her love canal start to lubricate as his tongue expertly seduced one of her most erogenous zones. Then he stopped and with a small knife he snipped away the sides of her panties. They fell away and landed with a slight plop on the floor.
Supergirl relaxed for a second, gasping. She tried to center herself, to put his evil machinations out of her mind. He pressed a button on his belt and the X-shaped table to which she was strapped changed shape. Her legs opened more and her arms moved over her head. The effect of this was to move her behind just over the edge at the bottom and to expose even more her sex. "You bastard," she cried, "I'll get out of this and when I do I'll castrate you. if you think you can get away with this.. oooohh"
She lost her train of speech as he applied a small amount of pressure, just the right amount, under her knee while kissing her inner thigh. "I know all the buttons to press, Linda. You are mine now." She gasped at the sound of her name but was not allowed to dwell on it as his tongue moved up her inner thigh and brushed her swollen clit.
"No, don't.. " she cried weakly as his tongue moved down her other thigh. She felt herself being amazingly turned on by this situation. A man who knew every erogenous zone, every erotic feeling she could possibly have. But she knew this was wrong; she tried to steel herself against it, to put his touch out of her mind. She clamped her vaginal muscles as tightly as she could - she was not going to let him get in there. She opened here eyes and looked down. She could only see the top of his head as it descended on her exposed pussy. then she lost sight of it as she threw her head back in pleasure at the waves of stimulation provided by his tongue on her clitoris. She gasped as he drove her higher and faster than she could have believed possible until she could take no more and screamed in pleasure as an orgasm overwhelmed her. She lost complete control as her every muscle strained against its bonds and her juices squirted with abandon from her pussy. She lay there gasping for breath then realized a different sensation. he was inside her.
"No," she cried as she felt his cock pounding away at her exposed sex. "This is wrong" she said half out loud, trying to convince herself. maybe trying to convince him. But she was not at all convincing. His cock was large. not painfully so, perhaps just right, she thought in a stray thought as she felt its ridges rippling against her walls. And there was always that side to Linda that was turned on, excited by danger and bad men. She began to moan in appreciation of his movements and felt herself building quickly to another orgasm. She gasped as again she was overwhelmed and again tensed and strained every bond. Her sex contracted over Prometheus' cock in appreciation as her love channel filled with fluid to better lubricate his shaft on its tight journey.
He smiled in appreciation and quickened his pace until he threw his head back with a roar and thrust with extra strength into her. She was overwhelmed again with an orgasm as she felt his cockhead explode inside her and his sperm jettisoned deep within her.
Then he withdrew and moved away from her. She lay there gasping in her amazingly exposed position and once again closed her eyes, attempting to regain her senses.
She opened her eyes again to see the helmet descending once more on her head. "No," she protested weakly, but to no avail, and she could not continue talking as the helmet slid easily onto her head clouding her thoughts in an instant.
Prometheus had taken the disc that was Supergirl/Linda and placed it in a computer, altering it slightly. Now it was writing onto her psyche, reprogramming her. She screamed in pain as she felt part of her stripped away and another part roughly inserted into the blank spots. Then she passed out.
Supergirl's scream of pain had woken Batgirl and she looked over at her friend in distress. She struggled against her bonds for a second before realizing that it was hopeless and attempted to divert Prometheus's attention from Supergirl. "Stop!" she said, one of the few words she could speak. It was enough though, and Prometheus turned and smiled. He picked the helmet off the unconscious Supergirl's head and replaced it on the table.
"Ah, Batgirl." He smiled. "I have captured an urban legend. Someone who possibly does not exist. How auspicious." He picked up another blank disc and inserted it in his helmet. Batgirl struggled, shaking her head from side to side to try to prevent him placing it on her head but to no avail. He jammed it roughly in place and watched as Batgirl's life was played onto the disc. Quickly he removed the helmet and placed it on his own head and smiled as all that she was was played onto his mind. "Interesting," he thought. "So this is the third Batgirl. Think at some stage I should collect the full set!" he removed the helmet and placed the disc in the 'adjuster' slot of his computer. He smiled as he saw it get to work and walked back to Batgirl. He smiled as he took the glove off her hand and straightened one of her clenched fingers. He moved his lips along her finger finally plunging it into his mouth, his tongue caressing the sides of it gently and his saliva gently rolled down the side towards her now open palm. He looked up at her and smiled as he saw that beneath the mask there was a lost expression on her face.
He walked around to the base of the table, pressing a hidden remote that closed the legs of her "X". She looked up in confusion then shock as his hands started pulling down her pants. "No" she cried again as he exposed her panties and kept on pulling until her pants were below her knees. She struggled again against her bonds, pulling and straining. Her hips raised and slammed back into the table as she attempted to fight her undressing, but to no avail. He grabbed her boots and yanked them off underneath the bonds, giving her a small gap of space between her naked ankles and the bond. She immediately started kicking against it until amazingly it opened. Her leg flew upwards as her kick went through the open clasp but was quickly grabbed by Prometheus as he slipped the trouser leg over her foot. She struggled in vain as he forced her leg back down to the table and pinned it once again under the clamp.
She stopped struggling for a minute as he stepped away from the table. Again the remote button was pressed an the X table adjusted itself to the position in which Supergirl still lay. Batgirl continued struggling, but not quite as urgently as she realized the hopelessness of her situation.. Strapped and spread-eagled on a table, her panties the only barrier between herself and violation. She gasped as she felt his fingers run between her toes.. How did he know how she felt about that feeling? His tongue trailed up her shin while his thumb gently massaged the sole of her foot. She could not stop the groan escaping her lips as his tongue trailed up her inner thigh and kissed her sex through her panties. He smiled as he smelled her sex, her desire for sex through the thin black cloth of her underwear and his finger trailed up and gently rubbed her sensitive clitoris. She gasped as she felt the stimulation hitting her like a hurricane. Never had she been touched like this by a man and the ability of his expert touch threatened quickly to overwhelm her.
He smiled as his small blade moved up her thigh in his other hand and quickly cut the side straps of her panties, exposing her neatly trimmed bush to his touch. She struggled in shock as she felt air hitting her private parts but stopped quickly as she felt his moist tongue replace the cool air, filling her thoughts with the stimulation of her sex.
Prometheus smiled. Batgirl's awareness of her body, of movement and sensation, was exquisite. It increased her feeling of sensitivity to touch a hundred-fold and made her even more malleable to his expertise. In a way he almost envied her this sensation, then a thought, which he would act on soon, occurred to him. He smiled as he attacked her clitoris with his tongue while his fingers played with the lips to her sex. She gasped and writhed as sensation overwhelmed her until she could take no more, and her entire body pulled itself clear of the table as she screamed in orgasm and thrust her pussy closer to his lips.
Finally she fell back, exhausted for a moment and looked down to see him taking off his helmet again. How long was she overwhelmed for. how long was she distracted? What was he up to now? He smiled as he moved his cock closer to her lips, and sudden fear enveloped her. "No" she thought weakly as she was entered for the first time. Too weak to resist, to fight, she could merely groan in desperation as she felt his cock move deeper within her.
"Gods, this is amazing." he thought as his shaft moved deeper "And to think I'm the one to take the Bat's viginity. I would have thought for sure that Batman or at worse Robin would have boned her by now!". He was sensing as Batgirl sensed now; with his body, with every nerve ending he possessed as he focused his will on his sex. He forgot speech, he forgot hearing and he forgot feeling over much of his body as he focused his sensory feel to the millions of nerve endings in his cock. Batgirl began to shift her senses also as she became resigned to the position. She felt every blood vessel in his cock brushing against every ripple in her walls as her senses diverted themselves until she was gasping at pleasure at every move he made. He began to move faster and savored the extra friction it afforded him, and she gasped at the extra sensation gifted her. Slowly and unstoppably they picked up the pace of the rape until the girl in the Bat mask could take no more.
"Aaaarghh! She screamed as an orgasm overwhelmed her senses, cascading through her mind, through every blood vessel and every nerve ending. Her body attempted to grab it's lover and pull him closer but was held in place by the bonds. Her vagina closed around his cock attempting to suck the come out of him and succeeding. With a voiceless scream he ejaculated, spurting his seed deep within her. He continued thrusting while they both rode their orgasms like a surfer rides a wave, until finally he stopped and withdrew.
Amazing, he thought. Just when he thought he could sense nothing new, that was incredible!
He smiled as he moved back to the computer, taking his rewritten disk from it and placing it in his helmet. He placed the helmet once again on Batgirls now slightly more docile head. The pain of the re-writing process caused Batgirl to thrash for seconds in her bonds until she too fell unconscious.
Chapter 3 - Can Things Get Worse?
Supergirl awoke groggily in bed and looked around. She was only wearing her top and her panties. Her boots, cape and skirt lay discarded by a chair against a wall and she appraised for a moment the pastel shaded bed sheets and floral patterns on the open curtains. Sun streamed into the room from the garden outside and she heard birds calling. She smiled as she heard the shower running and knew that her man was in there.
Her memories of last night were unclear, probably as a result of alcohol, she thought. Maybe it was time for a shower herself. She padded silently across the room to the bathroom and opened the door, allowing steam to flow out. She pulled back the curtain to see her lover standing blinking at her through soap in his eyes. "Room for one more" she asked sweetly before jumping in before he could answer. Her "S" symbol quickly got wet as she pressed herself up against his chest and reached behind his head, pulling him down for a long kiss. Her other hand reached down, grabbing his hardening tool and gave it a squeeze of encouragement. It quickly reacted, pressing hard into her belly.
She smiled as she saw his reaction, and reached down to pull off her top. He stopped her hand's movement and kissed her again. Her hands both moved behind his neck as his tongue probed her mouth and his one hand moved down between her legs, feeling the outside fabric of her panties. She smiled as she broke away from his kiss for a second and gave his penis another stroke. In reaction he moved his index finger up the fabric over her slit. She gasped as it brushed her clit. He pressed his advantage and moved his fingers to trace the outside of her belly-button, softly tracing the outer lip before erotically plunging his finger inside.
Supergirl gasped in pleasure and after he stopped, with the waves of pleasure still splashing off her senses she got onto her knees and took his penis in her mouth. He groaned with pleasure as her strong tongue lanced around the base and the shaft and slowly moved up, becoming gentler as it stroked the tip of his head. Prometheus gasped and shuddered and Supergirl smiled and renewed her enthusiasm for the cock-licking as she tasted a spot of precum on his tip. While her tongue lashed his penis he reached down to under her armpits and hauled her top upwards. Her hands reluctantly left his buttock and his shaft as she raised her arm to make it easier for him to remove he rtop, and her breasts reluctantly yielded to the removal of their covering. She gasped as the fabric slid over her erect and sensitive nipples and reluctantly broke contact with his penis as he lifted her top over her face. Her hands moved to her sides as she took his cock in her mouth again and she slid her panties down to her knees, exposing her shaved pussy to the air.
She was on fire. Suddenly the feeling of hot water and steamy air directly on her nipples and clit set them alight and engorged them further. He reached under her armpits once more and lifted her up. She released his cock from her mouth reluctantly but eagerly moved to his mouth as she came close to it. Her kiss was filled with passion and energy as she pressed every inch of her body closer to his, raising her leg around his waist and presenting her pussy to him. She wanted him. They kissed further as her other leg raised itself and she lifted herself with her arms on his shoulders into a more comfortable position. His hands moved around, under her backside and grabbed it roughly, pulling her up a little higher.
Then she felt his one hand detach itself from her rump and move to guide his own penis home. "Say it" he whispered fiercely in her ear. "You know what I want to hear.".
She moved her mouth to his ear and smiled as she whispered "I want you to fuck me.. I want you to fuck justice". He smiled triumphantly as he lowered her down to be impaled upon his cock.
Supergirl wondered where those words had come from. She could not recall ever having said them before but she knew it had had an electrifying effect on him, and that was what mattered. She smiled and murmered again as she felt his cock-head on her pussy-lips. "Oh yeah, fuck justice." And then he was in her. She gasped as she felt him press her against the wall of the shower and slide his large penis in and out of her. Her walls felt every crevice, every bump on his cock and squeezed in anxiously to try to gain every possible millimeter of pleasurable touch, and the smell of her juices running down his shaft and balls until they intermingled with the shower water drove her as well as him to new heights of excitement.
For his part this was the culmination of all he had wanted to achieve. He had turned Supergirl into a villain-fucking mindless toy. If that wasn't a victory for the enemies of justice he did not want to know what was. He pumped hard at her eager beaver and was amazed at the sensation. Every part of her love canal seemed to want to touch his cock. It squeezed in and gave him sensation he could not believe and squeezed so close that on his outwards moves it felt like his cock was being sucked dry. He smiled as he paused his thrust and reached down and bit hard on her nipple. The gasped in pain then gasped in pleasure as he thrust hard into her once, twice, and "Oooooooooh, God" she cried as she came. Her whole body tensed - her legs gripped his waist harder, her arms pulled his neck to her face as she kissed him deeper than either of them would have though possible and her canal walls gripped his cock hard. Were it not for the extra fluids that flowed from her pussy he doubted whether he could have kept moving inside her under that grip. As it was her tighter grip gave them both even more stimulus and she maintained her grip as he carried on with his hard upwards thrusts, harder and faster until with a gasp he came. His seed flew deep into her womb and his continued thrusts as he tried his hardest to empty his balls completely sent her into a further apoplexy of pleasure. "Yes!" she screamed, as she came again "Yeeeees" she gasped as the overload of pleasure wired her mind and caused her to black out.
She woke up a minute later in bed, lying on top of Prometheus. She smiled as she felt his cock was still inside her, still hard and still ready. She looked into his eyes and smiled as she said "Boy, you fucked justice good!".
"Thanks," he said in reply. "Justice isn't such a bad lay herself though!" Supergirl laughed and sat upright on Prometheus. She sat there savouring the feeling of his hardness within her and squeezed her wall muscles experimentally against his shaft. Finally with some energy returned she began to move her hips up and down, bringing his cock in and out of her pussy. She leaned more over him and began to move faster, with more urgently and he smiled as he saw her begin to build up to her next orgasm. He quickly hugged his arms around her neck and brought her face to his on the bed, kissing her passionately. As her pussy wetted itself in sympathy with the saliva being generated in her mouth, he began to thrust upwards in to her hard. She gasped and groaned as his cock again moved inside her with a passion and feeling that she had never felt before. In seconds she lay over him, being held close to him and yet barely conscious after yet another orgasm had washed it's powerful waves through her mind. He swung her around and continued his merciless pumping. Supergirl lost track of herself, of the time that was passing and felt only orgasm after orgasm wash over her beneath his expert touch. Then she noticed a change. The orgasms within her started to subside and he started measuring his strokes. Taking his time. He smiled as he felt his own orgasm building and knew that with this one he would have her for all time. That after this orgasm she would be unable to bear to think of a time without him and would be happy to live forever with him, no matter what he asked her to do.
Supergirl was getting frantic. She hadn't climaxed for a while now but could feel him building to something. She didn't know what but she started to feel the pressure build up within herself at the same time. A few quick thrusts, a long slow thrust. It was like he was playing a symphony on her body, with her body. Again she wrapped her weary legs around his back and gripped in order to draw him further into her, hoping this would spur him on. But he carried on playing his instrument inside her. His head went down and nipped her nipple but then he stopped thrusting for a second as she gasped at the pain and waited for the pleasure that would surely send her over the edge. But he started thrusting again slowly until he was sure she wouldn't cum from a quick thrust. Then he gave her one.
This build up happened for over an hour. A game of cat and mouse with her straining to cum and he toying with her, making her believe she possibly could then snatching that away from her. She started crying and he kissed her to dry the tears. She tried to swing over him so she could grind out her own orgasm on him but he wouldn't move from on top of her. And all the time she felt it building. "Gods," she thought "He's going to kill me!" and he kept it going until, taking her completely by surprise in her pre-orgasmic trance, he started pumping harder and harder.
Gods, she thought, coming out of her daze, this is it. She felt herself building faster now, ready to reach her ultimate climax and she knew he was doing the same. He grunted in and out of her with long, rough strokes and she felt the full length of his cock moving against her walls deliciously. She started thrusting against his thrusts and together they both began to gasp out loud as the orgasm approached like a freight train through a brick wall. Then it hit him. He reared up and plunged his cock deep inside her as the first spurt of sperm thrust forth from his cock. He roared in triumph as he plunged in again, harder than the first time and again, harder still. Supergirl took his lead and climaxed like she had never came before. A loud ear-splitting scream from her mouth as her walls clamped hard on his cock as her juices flowed to mingle with his. He pulled hard out and felt the familiar sucking feeling on his cock as the removal of his cock formed a vacuum and tried to suck yet more sperm from his balls. Then he thrust again, roaring in triumph as she screamed in submission.
He slowed down and stopped as her legs fell heavily from around his back onto their bed. Her arms fell above her head and her breathing eased from the exertion of love making to the restfulness of sleep. She lay there completely his. Completely vulnerable. Naked and willing, her legs apart and a thin gloss of sweat covering her body from head to foot. Her juices mingling with his between her legs on the bedspread and a thin trail of drool hanging from the side of her mouth. He smiled in triumph. She was his.