Wonder Woman was on fire, literally. She was surrounded by an entire band of thugs and they were now all on the ground unconscious and the walls of the bank were ablaze. She curled her lip up in a snarl and pumped her fist. This was what being Wonder Woman was all about! She strutted out of the area as sirens started to sound and walked calmly towards her home. She got only a few feet away before she heard a familiar voice.
“You don’t call that a challenge do you?”
Diana’s heart sunk at the sound of the Destroyer’s deep voice sounding from nearby. She turned to see him standing in a vacant alley with only brick buildings around him. With a firm voice she said, “What are you doing here?”
With a calmness that was astounding the Destroyer shrugged, “I just came to watch my girl perform. I think you did a pretty good job considering. You would have gotten extra bonus points if you had put out the fire too.”
“You dare taunt me?” Wonder Woman challenged.
The Destroyer didn’t seem to mind or even hear her at all. He continued, “Sure the fire department can take care of it but just walking away and leaving those gang members inside of a burning building is not like the Wonder Woman I used to know. I just don’t know what has gotten into you.”
“Bastard,” Wonder Woman said stalking forward towards him, “If you don’t shut your mouth and get out of here, you’ll be in the same shape as them!”
“Oh!” Destroyer said, “I know what got into you;” he looked her up and down, “My cock!”
Wonder Woman continued her stalking walk forward towards the relaxed Destroyer until she was within a foot of him. She pointed her finger directly into his helmet, “I’m warning you one last time Destroyer. Get your armored rear end away from here now or something really bad is going to happen to you too.”
“So forceful,” Destroyer said, “I like that.”
Wonder Woman’s eyes tightened and she clinched her fist, “The way I left you, you should be terrified. Why are you so calm?”
“I have a better question,” Destroyer said with his calm demeanor intact, “Why aren’t you attacking me?”
Suddenly a whooshing sound thundered above them. Wonder Woman looked up to see a streak of red and blue zooming across the dark, fire-lit sky. Before long there were bodies being carried and tossed out of the flames.
“Wonder Woman!” a strong female voice rang out, “How about a hand in here? These people are burning alive!”
Wonder Woman looked to the Destroyer with a look of pure hatred. He had asked a great question but she didn’t have time to answer it which was good considering she did not really want to give the answer credit for being near the truth. Before she opened her mouth to give him a few more seconds to get out of the area he spoke.
“Oh look at that,” he motioned to where the streak of blue and red was still getting people to safety. “I remember when you acted like that. It’s okay though. She has only felt this cock one time. Maybe I can get to her one good time and see about taking her haughty ass down a few notches. Gotta go.”
Wonder Woman pulled her fist back but he left over the fence at the end of the alley before she had the chance to end his night with a real bang. Suddenly a small but terribly strong hand touched her shoulder and pulled her around.
“Diana, what in the world are you doing over here? There were people in this building burning alive. Didn’t you hear me?”
“Hello Kara,” Wonder Woman said to the beautiful girl, “Did you know that those are hardened murderous gang members who recently set this place on fire to try and kill every single one of their hostages? Did you know that while you were doing your nails, visiting your famous cousin or whatever, I got all of the real innocents to safety through the burning walls of fire? Did you know Supergirl that I then defeated the entire gang with my costume catching on fire in small places the entire time? I had to get out of there and these guys are murderers; who cares if they burn alive?”
Supergirl’s mouth gaped open, “Diana, I am shocked that you would even joke about that. We are not the judge, jury and executioners here. These people might be terrible and even murderers but they have a right to their day in court. You fight by the same code that I do.”
“Look Kara,” Wonder Woman put her hand to her forehead, “I really don’t have time for your sermon right now. I’m tired and really need to try and get some rest. Maybe you could talk sense into me some other time.” She started to walk away and then stopped to look at Supergirl. “Oh and Kara, don’t tell me what code I fight by. I know exactly what my role and duty is on this planet.”
“You sure used to,” Kara said without blinking or shying away.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
Supergirl walked close to Wonder Woman once again, “It means you are different. The constant battle with the Destroyer nearly took you out before. Now that he has returned, you are acting very strange again. Maybe you need someone to talk to?”
Wonder Woman reached for Supergirl’s costume, grabbed a handful and pulled her close in a threatening way. “You don’t need any more stress in your life Kara. So why don’t you stay the hell out of my business.” She shoved Supergirl backwards and glared after her, waiting for her response.
Supergirl smiled, rolled her eyes and nodded, “Right okay. I got your message loud and clear Diana. Do yourself a favor though. I don’t like to fight within our own kind or do villains’ work for them. So next time you see me, you would do yourself a severe injustice if you touch me like that again. Go rest. I’ll handle the hero work here tonight.”
Diana wanted to rush after her but the words she said stung. They stung a lot because they were true. It was like the anger that she felt at the Destroyer oozed out of her every pore and she took it out on everyone. Of course Kara was right that she should have dragged the gang members to safety. She was right about a lot of things. One for sure was that all of these anger issues and the sudden lack of temper control could be traced back to Destroyer’s return and his subsequent defeat of her; not that anyone else knew exactly how that went down. She couldn’t believe he defeated her yet again and the way it happened made it so much worse. Now she doubted herself and felt that she needed to prove how tough of a hero she was every time out. The results might have been bad on the villainous community but they were much worse on her.
Instead of speeding or flying home she just walked. The numerous catcalls that came her way she completely ignored. Luckily nobody actually confronted her. Within about an hour and a half she made sure nobody was following her and finally walked into her home. Once inside she got cleaned up, put a robe on and sat in silence. For what felt like hours she just sat and thought about what she could do. She was still effective as a crime fighter but her anger levels were beginning to be a danger to others. Diana could handle it when she was feeling overcome by her anger at her tormenter but this was too much.
Truth told, she felt horrible about how she had spoken to Kara but the girl just didn’t understand; refused to understand. For a moment she wondered if it would do any good to contact Clark but he would give her even more goody-goody advice than Kara did. No, that wouldn’t work. She needed to talk to someone who understood how to deal with ever-present anger. Suddenly her eyes grew wide as she knew exactly who she had to contact. Why hadn’t she thought to talk to him before?
When she had him she paused for a second before asking, “You’re sure this is a secure line Bruce?”
“I don’t really have time for jokes Diana,” the solemn and deep voice of Bruce Wayne said. “What is going on?”
“You are seemingly angry almost all the time. I have had some issues lately with…”
“Leaving human beings to burn alive?”
“Yes Bruce! I’m so glad that you all meet and talk about my struggles.”
“Don’t assume you know where I get my information Diana. What is it that you need?”
Diana sighed and decided to just outwardly ask, “How do you control the anger you feel? Towards the Joker for all he has done and whatever else you are mad at; how do you fight crime and not allow that to get in the way?”
After a moment of silence Bruce said, “It is a matter of mastering your emotions Diana. Someone like you; you never have had to deal with something like this. One villain has had your number and keeps setting you back. That is very strange for you. I understand that but you have to find a way to deal with your anger at this one villain without taking it out on the universe.”
“It isn’t just that simple anymore Bruce.”
“It has to be Diana,” Bruce said matter-of-factly. “You are either a hero or you are not. Think of your standing with the Justice League, the United Nations and countless others. Think of what and who you represent of Paradise Island. You have to be able to rise above this disappointment and deal with the anger internally. Find a way to get it out in some way if you cannot internalize it. If you cannot handle it, you are going to have to find another profession.”
“Bruce,” Diana said in a needy tone then angrily added, “How in the hell am I supposed to get this anger out? You telling me what you just told me only makes me more angry at him.”
“No it doesn’t,” Bruce said.
“What?”
“I know you are angry at what has happened to you Diana but one reason you are unable to handle it and deal with it is that you refuse to admit who you are really angry with.”
“You don’t mean to suggest that…”
“Diana,” Bruce interrupted, “You are angry with yourself. I don’t know why. I wasn’t there. I cannot help you any more than I already have. No one can help you but you. Dive deep into your mind and find out why you are angry with yourself. It is the only way you will save your standing with the League, with the UN and with me.”
“Bruce,” Diana started but the line went dead. She jumped to her feet and threw the old style handset across the room and into the wall. Why did no one understand? She was halfway to the bedroom before she even took another breath. At last the only thing that kept her from screaming through her frustration was lying in her bed. Maybe he understood. Maybe he was right. Was it possible that she was angrier at herself than the Destroyer?
Briefly she thought back to the first time they met. Eventually he had bested her in one way or another almost every time. The bastard still had trophies from every defeat. Eventually she had ended up in the hospital for only mental reasons. If it hadn’t been for Supergirl defeating him and sending him up the river, Diana didn’t know if she would have ever gotten better.
Ultimately she had been very proud of herself for getting passed the small failure and moving on. Sure, she had a problem hearing how Barbara had somehow lost and won against him at the same time but those returning feelings lasted only a short while. That was until he resurfaced yet again. Immediately her anger rose when she saw that he had defeated those younger heroines on national television only to get her attention. She planned to go there, tear his arms off and wrap them around his neck.
That didn’t happen though.
He defeated her once again. But did he? The memory of how the last defeat happened returned in a wave. She remembered trying to free her arms before he brought her to climax and weakened her once again. It was a race against time itself and if she didn’t get free in time to shove him away, he would take her against her will once again.
But she had freed herself in time. The problem was that she couldn’t bring herself to push him away. The thought of the way it felt when his big shaft was inside of her made Diana willingly spread her thighs and snake her hand down between them. Her fingers began to rub her pussy lips into a quick dampened stupor as she thought of how good he felt. She couldn’t bring herself to push him off of her; to make him stop. That, she realized now, was because she didn’t want him to stop.
“Uhnn… goddess…” Diana worked herself towards orgasm quickly as she toyed with her clit and squeezed her breast with the other hand. She had finally climaxed only to shove him off of her and then willingly and intentionally set herself onto his cock, his awesome cock, in the middle of the floor. She forced him to fuck her… “Oh yes… yes… fuck me…” until she climaxed again. Ultimately she had left him an unconscious heap in the floor with a promise that she would end it for good the next time they met.
“Oh… oh… oh goddess… mmm.” Diana shouted to the heavens as she brought herself to a thunderous orgasm right in her own bed. She moaned as she fell off into a blissful sleep.
By the time she woke up, the next evening had arrived. Diana had slept through the entire day. At last she had gotten some sleep. When she looked down to her soiled sheets she remembered why she was so relaxed when she went to sleep however and got angry all over again at herself. She had promised to end the situation with Destroyer the next time they met but she had done no such thing. Just like the other night when he somehow found her and taunted her, Diana had seen him numerous times and had either willingly let him go without even confronting him or by telling him to leave. She had ended nothing. This wasn’t over at all. It was about as far from over as it ever could be she realized.
That had to change tonight.
Rising from the bed she showered quickly and went to the closet. Not one thought of wearing her normal Wonder Woman costume came to mind. She pulled on a pair of random panties, put a comfortable bra on that would allow for ease of movement and pulled out one of her Diana costumes. These were used for undercover operations at night when she needed to go as Diana only. It had been a while since the entire Justice League knew who everyone was, since she had worn this little outfit.
It was black leather. The pants pulled on with effort over her strong thighs. She fastened them after putting on a simple black tank top that she tucked into the waste. Then she put the final piece of the outfit on which was a black leather jacket that zipped and buttoned. She zipped and buttoned it all the way to her neck and then buttoned the choker style top. The only thing left was the black boots that laced half way up her calf and the black leather gloves that pulled just over her wrist.
For her hair she had braided it tightly into a long single braid down her back held with black bands. The final piece that she added at the very end was something that she hadn’t planned on until what had happened in bed. This had to end one way or another. If that meant doing something that she wasn’t proud of, it meant doing something just like that. If such a thing had to be done, she didn’t want it to be easy to trace who she was. So she put on a black domino mask that covered the upper half of her face. After black lipstick was applied, even she had a hard time picking herself out as Wonder Woman. Sure, her figure was on display for all to see but there was only the skin of her cheeks, mouth and part of her neck visible. That should give her at least some measure of surprise. Bruce was right about one thing. This needed to be dealt with. Diana knew she had to finish this. Now, it was time to hunt.
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Life was pretty good when you knew you had the number of one of the most powerful heroines on Earth. Destroyer sat at his desk and scrolled over images that had been taken by automated camera. There was some footage from a hidden video camera or two but they never seemed to be pointed in the right direction for it to really be enjoyable to watch. The pics that he had were pretty good though.
Finally he checked the time and saw that it was time to get moving. Life wasn’t only good because he knew he could defeat Wonder Woman whenever he wanted. It was also good because he was starting to get a nice network of contacts together once again. At one time he was so connected across the black market that he literally sold a defeated heroine off to someone across the pacific. She wasn’t the only person that he had been able to make some money off of back then. All of that was torn down after Supergirl defeated him though. It fell apart completely and even after returning from prison, it was difficult for folks on such a market to trust the name they knew or suspected was the Destroyer. They couldn’t risk their name being found on his computer and contact lists if he was taken to prison once again after all.
Slowly that was changing now however. They trusted that he was able to defeat heroes handily because of what they had seen him to on the recording recently. He was going just now to take down a lowly woman that he planned to record the trouncing of to help sell his ability to sell females into the black market again. He did so love doing such things. Maybe it was a mother issue from his past, anger problems unresolved or maybe he was just a terrible human being. He could live with whatever the truth was. Any thought of living a redemptive life was left behind when he sold his soul up the river to escape prison. Now, ‘anything goes’ could be said to be his motto.
He went through the motions of leaving his discreet hideout that only a few knew anything about and almost nobody knew how to get to. Those who did could be dealt with in time. Destroyer hit his stride as he left the place and started walking towards his even more secret transportation. His second foot hit the ground and barely got weight on it before a dark object slammed into him from the side.
“Ooof!” He yelled as he was driven into the ground face down. He had his armor on so was far from out of the fight when he hit the ground but whatever was on him didn’t plan on letting him up. Fists slammed into the back of his helmet so hard that he was dazed. Then to his shock, the gloved fingers of his attacker reached for the release point of his helmet and it snapped off.
The helmet rolled off as the attacker threw it. Destroyer tried to turn over and was half successful. That is he was turned half way around when a solid right fist slammed into his jaw. He saw stars after the second blow. The third and fourth took him out of the fight completely. His vision was blurry at best. That combined with the dark apparel of his attacker kept him from seeing just who or what it was. None of that mattered however. He saw the blur of one more fist coming towards his chin. Once it connected, Destroyer saw nothing else but black before his eyes.
--
Diana pumped her fist as she stood over the unconscious form of the Destroyer. Once she decided that she wanted to take him out and planned how to attack him, it had been as easy as anything. She simply spent too much time waiting for him to find her. That was the part of her that craved him defeating her for some reason. For now she felt like a completely different person than Diana or Wonder Woman. She felt like a goddess all her own. Nobody could stand against her when she was the aggressor. For this fool of a villain, the aggressor was she.
As she looked down at him she shook her head, “Too easy. You don’t just get to lie there and be unconscious. Oh no, this must be taken to another level.” She got down on her hands and knees and searched for the release points for his armor. Occasionally he would turn his head or moan but a swift punch to the chin would knock him out cold again. Finally she found what she was looking for on the armor. Piece by piece it came off with much effort but she was equal to the task. With the armor off, Destroyer was still a strong and imposing specimen. He was in wonderful condition; just as wonderful as she remembered from the shower defeat so long ago.
Quickly she shook her head to get those memories to leave the way they came. With his armor off she began to wonder what he would do to her in just such a situation. It didn’t take very long to figure it out. Within a few moments he was stripped down to his underwear. She drug him over to a nearby tree that helped cover the entrance to his little hideout. Diana planned to string him up to that tree and keep him there until someone could come take him away to prison.
Just then she noticed that a stray branch from the tree had snagged his underwear and pulled them down to reveal his cock. It wasn’t swollen but the sight of it did all kinds of damage to her focus. She thought of the shower defeat again and how much she loved being defeated by this man. It had come to be one of the things she almost liked more than serving justice itself though she would never admit it out loud. Now, here he was completely unconscious and exposed. Her breath was heavy but she told herself that she couldn’t think of him like that. But then again, she looked around and back to his unconscious form, why not?
After another severe slugging to his jaw to keep him out she pulled her glove off of her right hand and clamped it around his balls. Slowly she worked on his cock and within a few minutes he was as strong and hard as she had ever seen him. A brief snarl came to her lips at the thought of taking him down in the way he had taken her down so often. She worked his cock with her bare hand and slapped the hell out of his bare ass. After only a few minutes his shaft was ready to explode and she moved to the side so that the cum shot out onto the ground.
A thought occurred to her. How funny would it be to have him found like this? She went to get her communicator and called the authorities. “Yes, I have the Destroyer. He has been sighted and defeated at this location.”
They said they had a car just a few minutes away that they would send to investigate. She did not tell them who she was and the comm device was scrambled. Part of her wished she had more time to trash him but he needed to be taken in. What fun would it be for him to always know where he was going to end up that she was the one who had defeated him at last? She found a stick and used it to scrape a message in the dirt that would be easily visible even at night. It read: Et factus est Dea.
Diana was more than satisfied enough with her work to disappear long before the lights she saw in the distance arrived. She was back home by the time they likely had him prepared to send up the river for the final time. Why hadn’t she done that before? It was enjoyable, final and she already felt better for having taken care of him at long last.
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(Three Weeks Later)
“You really have turned it around Diana. I hate for it to sound like this but I just have to say that I am proud of you.”
Diana waved off the comment by Bruce Wayne, fully in his Batman getup, “With the advice you gave me Bruce, who wouldn’t have?”
“Don’t short change yourself Diana,” Superman said from nearby, “We all have seen the positive signs that you are once again acting like yourself. I’m not sure what happened to get you off course but you are back as good as ever. That’s good because Batman and I have a big battle to deal with. No details at this point but we’ll be gone for quite some time. You are still not to be in full charge of any specific situation. Please feel free to defend the city as you see fit but when it comes to Justice League business...”
“I’ll be here for that Kal,” Kara said from nearby. She had been mostly silent for the meeting. “Di has been great this past little while but you do not have to worry about someone keeping an eye on the shop. I’ll be here and take full responsibility for leading while you fellas are away.”
“Yes, well, between the two of you I am certain all will be fine. Good day and good luck.”
Diana watched the two walk away in different directions. What an odd relationship the two of them had. She could hardly imagine them working together on anything that wasn’t cosmic in scale and yet there they went. They weren’t talking or even looking at each other but she knew they would be able to handle whatever was thrown at them. Possibly, she thought, the same could be true of her and Supergirl. She looked at the attractive and strong blond, “Thanks for the kind words Kara. I do feel much better.”
“I didn’t say it to make you feel better Diana,” Kara’s tone surprised Diana. She still seemed upset. “Here is what you need to know. I am going to handle things here. I have a few small timers to help out. Go back home and continue to rest up. We need you at perfectly one hundred percent and I don’t think you are there yet.”
Diana shook her head, “I um,” she cleared her throat, “Appreciate your concern for me Kara but…”
“My concern is not for you Diana,” Kara said sternly. “My concern is for those you might come into contact with. With Bruce and Kal gone, I won’t be able to watch your back in the way I have for the past while. Stay home, rest up and get healthy inside and out. When everyone is back here in a few weeks, we will fully reinstate you. For now, your services are needed at home.”
Diana wanted to argue or even fight about what she had said but maybe she was right. It had only been a few weeks since she had put away the Destroyer. Maybe a little time resting and fighting crime as she felt like it would do her some good. After all, there was nothing that she could imagine Kara not being able to handle all by herself. Kara had left the room so Diana left without a word. She would swallow her pride and do as Supergirl suggested. When the others returned and Diana was still well rested and doing fine, they would reinstate her fully without a doubt.
**
“Thank you citizens for your attention and kind words,” Supergirl said as she flew over a rather surprising crowd, “But please return to your lives. Everything is under control here now.” She watched as they started to leave. It had been only a few minutes since she had taken down another threat to citizens. This had been a terrible day or rather it would have been if it weren't for her. She didn't mind saving them. They were sweet people for the most part and at least for today the people of Earth seemed plenty worth the effort. That wasn't always the case in her opinion of course but who was she to judge?
She had just turned to fly away when she heard a faint cry from nearby. It sounded like another cry for help. There was a female voice yelling for some man to get off of her. Kara rolled her eyes. One of the overzealous male humans in attendance had likely taken advantage of the large crowd to victimize a young woman. It wasn't nearly as big of a deal as the other massive threats she had dealt with recently but she might as well save another one before calling it a day.
The afternoon sun was impressive as she followed her supersonic hearing to find the confrontation. She wondered what it might be like if she were to sweat like the female humans of Earth. Truth be told, they looked pretty amazing with a sheen of sweat on them or at least the ones who took care of themselves did. None of that mattered anymore however as she landed in a back alley spot where she clearly heard the cries for help. They were muffled now as if the attacker had placed a hand over the victim's mouth but she could hear plenty well enough to know where to take her rescue.
Supergirl slowly walked towards the sound. She could have gone faster but it sounded for now like the attacker was waiting; probably in hopes that whoever they heard would leave. There would be no such luck for whatever lowlife was doing something he shouldn't do to an innocent victim. Even going slow she found the spot she needed to find. Inside a door in the back corner of the alley her x-ray vision showed her a man with his back to the door with his victim held in front of him so that his body was between the door and the victim. He was wearing some type of black armor. It almost reminded her of that scumbag Destroyer that had recently been taken down. Probably some kind of copycat.
With a sigh Supergirl kicked the door clean off of its hinges. She could have used less force but sometimes just the scare of the door being kicked in does the trick as far as shaking out the bad guy where she could nab him. It wasn't that easy this time as the black armored fool continued to stand with his back to the door, his struggling victim desperately fighting within his grasp.
“Get lost Supergirl!” the man said in an excited voice. “This has nothing to do with you.”
Supergirl pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed again. Was it really going to get ugly with this fool? She shook her head, “It doesn't have to be violent. Just let the girl go. Give the girl to me and run along before I have to take you down in a serious way.”
The nervous tone of the man's voice sounded like pure fear, “N- no, I don't want to. I,” he stopped and seemed to look around and think about things. Supergirl was confident this was the moment when he saw that she was giving him a way out and would give in. When he spoke again his tone was level and low. “Maybe you're right Supergirl. I should just let the girl run to you. But you're wrong about one thing. It does have to be violent.”
Like he was standing on a swivel the man spun around at ridiculous speed. His arm was extended as he threw the girl towards Supergirl. The girl spun around once seemingly out of control. As Supergirl reached out to stop the girl's out of control spin, the spin suddenly looked completely controlled and Supergirl knew she had been duped. A red armored fist slammed against her face as the girl used the spinning momentum to add to her strength and pound Supergirl on the point of the chin.
For her part, Supergirl couldn’t believe how badly the punch hurt. The force of the blow spun her head around quickly to one side and she stumbled back two steps. When she regained her balance, the non-victim woman planted her feet and slammed another punch into Supergirl's chin. This one forced Kara to stumble back into the wall and the woman was not finished yet. With a speed that was easily super-human, punches that were also super-human slammed into Supergirl's body everywhere.
As she tried to regain her focus and understand her situation better, Supergirl realized that she recognized the woman. She had red hair and a half mask that covered half of her face including a red cybernetic eye. The red and black armor matched that which the villainess known as Vixen had used some time ago before she and Destroyer were defeated. The hows didn't matter at that moment. The only thing that mattered for Supergirl was to regroup and take the fight to her.
The woman attacker took a half second break between punches to change her attack and that was all the Girl of Steel needed. She kicked straight into the woman's stomach, doubling her over. Another kick, this one to the woman's face sent her stumbling backwards into the wall. Wanting to end the fight before it went any farther, Supergirl charged for the dazed attacker. She was within three feet of turning out the woman's lights when something slammed into her from the side.
She had been driven onto the floor by a sharp and stinging spear from the man in the black armor. The power he had used when driving her into the floor caused her more pain than she was expecting. Her ribs hurt as she tried to roll backwards into a standing position. Before she could get that far, a strong hand grabbed her ankle and pulled her across the floor a few feet. Supergirl found herself suddenly straddled by the armored man who was not wearing a helmet of any kind. To her shock, she recognized him.
“Hi there pretty lady,” he drew his fist back, “Remember me?” He slammed his fist into the floor where her head had been a moment before and the fist cracked the concrete slab floor. A quick readjustment by the man brought his fist across her cheek in a back-fist that stung. He smiled down at her in a demented way, “I'm your Destroyer!” Once again his fist slammed into the floor as she dodged him by only a few inches and once again the dust from the cracked floor spread across her face. This time she was ready when he tried the back-fist. She inhaled quickly and blew hard into his face.
With a sharp growl he instantly fumbled backwards. Supergirl had not frozen the face of the Destroyer but had certainly caused him more than a little bit of pain. The move worked as she was able to get to her feet at last. A glance towards the place where the woman attacker had been showed that she was gone. Before Supergirl could look for her a force grabbed her by the cape and pulled her backwards very quickly. A fist suddenly connected with the back of her head and she was nearly dazed by it.
These two had a game plan and they were only just failing to take her down so far. Kara knew she had to get the upper hand with the woman in the same general way she had with the Destroyer. Only then could she wrap up the fight on her terms and find out just how in the hell the Destroyer was out of prison as well as this Vixen chick.
Supergirl had dodged a few punches and was finally able to spin around to face Vixen. The two stood mere feet apart as Kara spoke, “What are you thinking? Why would you attack me?”
“Are you kidding?” the woman spat out, “You, miss high and mighty Supergirl? Why would I attack you? You must be fucking kidding. You are the one who stopped my run of success before I even got started. Oh, sweetheart, I thought of you every single second I rotted in that damn prison. Every time I beat the shit out of a tough prisoner who thought they could take me down, I thought of your pretty little face and your blonde head of hair. I'll give you credit where its due Supergirl. You're tough to take down. This time you are the one who has to ask yourself the question. Why are you here fighting us when you must know you cannot win?”
Kara didn't like being talked about like she was some kind of object. She snarled at Vixen and her stupid black lips, “You can think about and dream about taking me down all you want lady. When it comes to really taking me out though, you're about to be reminded why it never happens.” Supergirl charged forward to blazingly attack her but was surprised by the move the girl made.
She put her arms out towards Supergirl's face. Kara tried to charge forward faster to make sure Vixen couldn't grab her head and instead was caught in a bear-hug of sorts. The move seemed kind of odd and would be very easy to defeat. Supergirl was about to shove the woman off when she suddenly moved in and placed her lips to Kara's.
Supergirl was more than surprised. It wasn't out of the ordinary to have a man or woman fantasize about kissing her but she couldn't remember anyone actually trying it during a fight. Then something began to happen. She felt instantly weaker. At first she wondered if the two of them had gotten a batch of kryptonite but the weakness was not like that. It was more of a desire not to fight anymore that was weakening her will to fight. In a rush of desperation Supergirl lifted her fist up to Vixen's chin. The blow surprised the female villain and knocked her off of her feet in a dazed state.
It was a good thing she had enough strength left to hurt the attacker because she certainly felt like she was weak. Only then did she realize that there was a warm wetness between her legs. The kiss, something about the lips that touched hers was acting like some kind of a drug she decided. Suddenly she felt very turned on and though she couldn't believe it was there, Supergirl knew she had to fight the urge to plunge her hand between her thighs. The best way she knew to do that was to put the woman who did this to her out of the fight for good.
With a growl of determination Kara was able surge towards the fallen foe who was just beginning to crawl towards a kneeling position. With a thunderous boot to her forehead, the villainess' head was thrown back. Supergirl then stomped hard on the back of her head. In her somewhat weakened state she still knew she did tons of damage but it wouldn’t kill the woman at least. She still felt horny but she knew she had to finish this. Supergirl turned slowly around and said out-loud, “Time to finish this.” Just then an armored fist connected with devastating force to the point of her chin. Supergirl's head snapped back in the other direction and her knees nearly gave out. She stumbled to the side wall where she saw the Destroyer coming for her once again. The punch he hit her with had been horrible with the weakened condition she was in. Supergirl had fight left in her and the punch that had nearly knocked her down had done one good thing. It made her forget about the warm feeling between her thighs. She slowly tried to regain her strength for an attack as the Destroyer charged forward towards her.
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Everything was not exactly going according to plan but the Destroyer was glad that the end result appeared to be well in hand. That was until he threw another hard punch at Supergirl only to have her duck it and slam her foot into his stomach. It hurt so bad he thought he was going to die before he took another breath. She followed that up with a hard punch to his face and he knew he was going to lose the fight. Another punch sent him stumbling into the far wall and it was then that he noticed something very important.
Supergirl had just slugged him in the face twice and it looked like she was throwing everything she had into it, yet he was still standing. He was dazed a bit as she stalked forward but he should have been completely out of it by that point and he wasn't. That could only mean one thing: the lipstick drug was having the desired effect on her. There was fire in her eyes as she charged towards him but he suddenly was feeling very in control of this fight and that feeling doubled when he saw Vixen beginning to move a little bit out of the corner of his eye. Immediately he decided miss-direction was the best way to get his target where he wanted her and he coughed before slumping down onto his hands and knees.
He crawled forward and fell a time or two, trying to convince the Girl of Steel that he was more out of the fight than he actually was. A glance towards her might take too much time and it could screw up the act he was putting on, Vixen was moving but still very slowly so this clearly was up to him. He heard and saw the boots of Supergirl approach within three feet of him and stop before slowly walking forward. He knew this would have to be perfect and so had his fist clinched as she stepped just over him. It appeared she was pulling her fist back and above her for a fight-ending blow to the back of his head but before she started down with the punch, the Destroyer made his move.
As quickly as he could manage to, he launched himself forward and upwards and brought his fist up between her powerful thighs. With all of the strength he had left, the knuckles of his right hand slammed into her crotch. The force of the punch lifted Supergirl's feet a few inches off of the ground as she hopped up and fell to the ground to his left. She had rolled to one side and had both hands between her legs. The only sound that she had made was a loud yelp of pain as the punch landed and the Destroyer had no plans to allow her to regain her composure.
He got to a standing position at the same time he began to run towards her. It was only a few steps away at a full run but still she managed to begin to rise to her feet before he reached her to the Destroyer's disbelief. When she looked in his direction however her face was clinched into a painful scowl and her arms were just rising as she was partially turned towards him. Back on her heels as she was, even Supergirl knew there was nothing she could do based on the way she tried to slug his jaw with a desperate punch. The punch was powerful but missed by an inch plus as he moved his head just far enough on the way in. He hit her full speed, shoulder planted into her sternum, just below her breasts and drove her into the wall about three feet behind her.
The Destroyer heard a gasp of air as he plunged his shoulder into her and her back slammed against the wall. Without taking a second to breathe, he planted four rapid-fire punches into her stomach, kneed her between her legs once more and then brought an uppercut hard towards her chin. It landed full force and Supergirl's head bounced off of the wall. Normally that might not matter but the lipstick trick by Vixen had weakened the Girl of Steel just enough that his blows meant a great deal more than normal and he of course had bested her in battle before, though it was a long time ago.
She was still in the fight enough that she set her feet to try and bring a punch towards him but his fist struck her jaw first and her fist wasted weakly against his shoulder. Supergirl threw another punch but Destroyer caught her wrist and pulled her towards him into a headbutt to her forehead. When she threw another punch he gathered that wrist in the same way, twisted them painfully underneath and pulled her down to where her sternum met his rising knee. She blew a cough of air out once again and the Destroyer pulled her arms apart and passed his sides, drawing her face downward this time where his knee crashed into her chin. He shoved her back to the wall and this time when she looked in his direction her eyes had lost focus and he knew it was over. He grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair and pulled her close to him, admiring the way her arms flailed around as he forced her towards him. “You should have run away screaming when you saw me Supergirl, but now, now I get to destroy you all over again. Get ready to suck your Destroyer's cock, Maid of Might, your ass is mine!” He held her hair as he slammed his fist into her face. Her eyes rolled back into her head before closing as her body went limp, held up only by his grip on her hair.
Slowly he laid her down on the ground and stood up to examine her, the defeated Supergirl. Her blonde hair and cape were both sloppily splayed out underneath and beside her as her legs were bent slightly under and to one side. Destroyer noticed Vixen was coming around and knew she would want to use more of the lipstick that had worked well to begin his defeat of the Maid of Might but he also knew something else. Vixen would not only want to share in the spoils but also would want to take credit for the win against Supergirl if she woke enough to realize that her lipstick had worked. The fact was that the Destroyer had finished her off in a way few others could have, lipstick or no lipstick.
There was only one thing he could do. He slowly walked over to where the red-haired villain was getting to her knees and was slowly getting to her feet, facing away from him. Putting on a burst of speed he slammed a fist into the back of her head, she grunted once and fell flat on her face. Knowing how resilient she was, he lifted her limp form and slammed her head twice into the floor. “Thanks for the assist Vixen,” Destroyer said, “But the spoils will be mine.”
Quickly but carefully he went into the far corner of the small area and grabbed a little black bag. First he grabbed three pair of handcuffs and walked back over to his victim. After a few minutes he smiled widely at the Girl of Steel and the situation she was in. When he allowed her to wake up this was going to be even more fun than he had planned.
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Slowly, very slowly, light began to seep into her eyes and it was bright, so bright that it became clear very quickly that her eyes had been closed for far too long. When finally she was able to stand the light arriving into her open eyes, she noticed the figure of a girl in front of her. The girl's hands were secured above her head with green handcuffs, one pair attached to each wrist and then both closed around a hook on the wall above her head. Her feet were dangling loosely just inches from the floor and she was mostly nude. The only attire she wore were boots and what appeared to be... gods... it was a cape. It was her cape.
Finally it occurred to Supergirl that what stood before her was a mirror and that the figure dangling lifelessly was her. Her memory failed her as to what had put her in this situation but she recalled something about a woman and a man in a room. That was where it ended until he walked into the room.
“Welcome back to the world Supergirl. Perhaps I should explain your situation so that you don't have to think all that hard about it.”
“The Destroyer!” Kara spat the words out as if they burned to even cross her lips.
“Do you like the kryptonite handcuffs? It took a long time to find someone who had those but it was well worth it to make sure you were not able to regain your strength. Make no mistake, Girl of Steel, I defeated you all over again all by myself in one on one battle and this is all just to make sure you remain defeated until such time as you are destroyed completely. Wonder Woman is not far from being completely gone. You should see the way she defeated me recently, I'm sure she even stripped me down after besting me which really means that even though she took me down, I have already won. In time she will find me again and when she does, I will make sure that you are every bit as enamored with me as she is and then both of you, my greatest threats to date, will become my pets and my slaves! Oh and don't worry sweetheart, I have plenty of the synthetic kryptonite for our recreational use soon. Don't hurt yourself trying to escape. I want you as awake and as pissed off as you can be when I return to begin to break you down. See you soon Supergirl.”
To be Continued...