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Chapter 4
The coffee machine in the Chicago Police’s task force headquarters was a 12-year-old model Keurig K155. Its huge water reservoir could handle coffee for the whole 8-man task force, almost all day long. At 7:45 in the morning however, only Jim Dietz and Carter Lloyd were present in the break room, waiting for the machine to spit out their watery brews. After taking his cup of black, the sandy-haired Lieutenant Dietz stepped aside so the FBI profiler could put in his K-cup of Mountain Brew into the round opening and waited for his light and sweet caffeine and sugar fix to drain out into the thick cardboard cup he’d pulled from the stack beside the Keurig
“Any word overnight from our girl undercover?” The worried expression on Carter Lloyd’s cherubic face was becoming a standard feature over the past two days since Supergirl had allowed herself to be captured. Normally, the short and stocky FBI agent took a backseat and let others talk, weighing motives and insights with a steady sense of calm and calculation as others ran through the details of the investigation. That calmness was now wearing thin. Perhaps he had a small crush on the famous Girl from the Stars, but, hell, who didn’t? She was movie star gorgeous and could drop kick a SWAT van the length of a football field. What was not to like?
“Not a peep. We did a signal test yesterday with the communication device we gave her and it’s working fine. She just hasn’t initiated contact yet. Maybe she’s playing it cool to get close to the big fish? Who knows,” Dietz muttered as he sipped his java.
“A possibility,” Carter sighed, taking his own cup from under the unit’s nozzle. “What’s going on with the Collins girl? The one who escaped?”
“We’ve put her up in a safe house for now,” Dietz stated. “Detectives Vasco and Cray are rotating between babysitting her and showing off the police sketches of the men she said abducted her around the Stanhope campus but no hits so far. And I don’t expect any progress there.”
“Why? The police artist wasn’t good enough?” The profiler sipped at his coffee as he listened to the veteran cop explain himself.
“No, the artist is fine. Great, in fact. I just don’t trust the girl. I think she’s playing us,” Dietz said with frown
“So do I,” Carter Lloyd declared. This raised one of Dietz’s eyebrows in a show of respect and satisfaction: the profiler agreed with him. “I’ll go over to the safe house later today for a secondary interview. Things were happening too fast the first time we talked. Too many cooks. Bad broth. Glad we’re of the same mind.”
“Meanwhile we’ve got a lot of scared and angry parents of all those missing teens wanting answers,” Dietz declared.
“None more than I do,” Carter Lloyd replied. “Let me have that address for the safe house. I may as well get started. Only plodding analytical police work is going to solve this case, I think, but let’s see if I can pull some information out of our ‘special source’ that she might not be willing to share without some psychological slight of hand.”
“You can do that?”
“That’s why I’m here actually,” the profiler said with a smile that never reached his eyes.
Normally, the lack of air in her lungs usually wasn’t an issue for Supergirl. She could hold her breath for hours when traveling through the vacuum of space. But with two crippling kryptonite dildos embedded in her body’s lower cavities, the punch by the ex-NFL player had Supergirl gasping and flopping helplessly on the stage in front of the auditorium of the very women she was supposed to be here to rescue. Now she was the one who needed rescuing. She was just getting her wind back when Bruno Mathers reared back and belly punched Kara again with very malicious intent.
“Goooofff!!” Supergirl’s eyes bulged widely as she twisted on the floor, trying to roll over to protect herself. Bruno was not having it. He grabbed her wrist and harshly yanked her up to her knees, ripping matching holes there in her dark pantyhose as the helpless blonde hung limply from her upraised arm. The heroine’s blue eyes flashed with fear and confusion as a wave of weakness overwhelmed her. She moaned through parched lips as she struggled to fight for her freedom.
Another yank and twist and Supergirl was shocked to find herself dragged to wobbly legs as her arm was forced up high behind her back,
“Oww! Stop. Let me g….OOHHH!”
Yet another thundering belly punch to the defenseless teen’s midsection had Supergirl bending in half and splattering a puddle of bile on the floor between her boots. Her jaw dropped open, her soft pink lips trembling as a thin line of mucus and phlegm drained out of her mouth. The sound of her wheezing and groaning filled the air as Supergirl collapsed to the floor the moment Bruno released her wrist.
All the young women were far too familiar with Bruno’s heavyweight fist bruising their stomachs and rib cages with his merciless battering of them over the past month of captivity. They listened to Supergirl’s noisy bleating distress and knew her pain, remembered their own initial training sessions. And waited for the frantic pleas that they knew would fall on the ears of the man who knew not mercy.
Hunched over on her knees with her arms crossed over her belly and her long hair draping over her closed eyes, Kara just wavered in place, trying to find an inner core of strength. There was none to be found.
The only thing that found her was Bruno’s double-fisted hammer blow to her kidney that sent Supergirl sprawling in an ungainly face-plant to the stage, one arm stretched out before her with the other bent backward, trying to massage her lower back. With her legs spread slightly apart, the famous Kryptonian’s cute round butt was thumping and twitching as waves of pain coursed through her, rendering Kara’s body unable to defend itself from Bruno’s follow-up move. He squatted direct behind her, caught her neck in the crook of his elbow, pulled backward, sitting on his rear and pulling the wide-eyed beauty into his lap. His elbow tightened as Supergirl’s eyes flew open. The relentless pressure on her windpipe caused her lids to flutter like wounded butterflies as her oxygen was effectively shut off.
“….puh…leeeze…don’t…” blurted Kara in raw, unchecked panic. She could be killed here, she knew. She doubted they do that but she didn’t know for certain. Plus, with Bruno’s anger issues, any miscalculation on his part could have lethal consequences for her.
“Well, seems we’ve arrived at the cry and beg section of your program, ladies.” Bruno’s leering smile drew a mix of resigned head shakes and cynical nodding. “What was that, Supergirl? Are you asking me to stop? Is that what you want?”
“…yes…yes…stop…stop…” croaked the sprawled blonde as she helplessly twisted and strained in Bruno’s sleeper wrestling hold, unable to extract herself. Without her powers, Kara was slowly being choked into unconsciousness. “…hep….help…” The pitiful cry was choked off to a painful squawk as Bruno tightened up some more.
“Oh, you silly stupid girl. Didn’t you know? You’re supposed to be the one here to help…and you can’t do shit, sugar tits. And now it’s time I took things up a notch, isn’t that right, ladies,” Bruno waved his free arm at his female audience. “Time to climb the stairway to heaven, girlie girl. Say, ever have anyone stick their hand down your panties and twiddle your twat?”
Every woman in the room knew what was coming next. The thumb treatment. Bruno’s specialty. Could he really pull it off with the actual Maid of Steel? Based on how badly Supergirl was handling the punishment being doled out, most of the young women concluded that Supergirl was about to be sent into an orgasm of untold intensity.
The elbow around her throat kept her helplessly pinned in place on the huge man’s lap even as his other hand fondled her tits for a moment of public humiliation that the famous heroine was barely cognizant of. Bruno’s legs now pinned Kara’s own in a spreadeagle position. After a slow and luxurious squeeze of Supergirl’s frantically rising and falling breasts, Bruno’s hand moved down to her belly and smoothed that in a simple circle before coming to the belt of her famous skirt. In a quick movement, the hem of the short red skirt was rudely tucked into the belt, revealing Supergirl’s shiny red panties. As she twisted and strained to free herself, the creases and folds of the heroine’s pussy gleamed in the spotlights focused on the stage. Her exertions during her treatment at the hands of Bruno Mathers had darkened the red fabric and caused it to adhere tightly to her labia. Except perhaps for being straight naked, Supergirl’s sweaty pussy was clearly displayed to one and all. Every detail of her sex was boldly outlined by her clingy panties.
Bruno eased his palm past the waistband of Supergirl’s costume underpants and slid his thumb over the main crease of her twat and began to rub up and down with a practiced frenzy that every female in the room recalled with a mix of shame and need. Bruno’s thumb was big and his technique was flawless. Up and down. Up and down, the thumb moved against the moistening opening with relentless agility, searching very fold, every crease, every sensuous nerve ending that linked directly to the heroine’s brain.
“….uuhhhh…uuhhnnhh….my…dear … dear rao…i…i…can’t…don’t…no….”
No air! Can’t breathe! My body, my vag…too much feeling…sensation…please…too much!
“Come on, champ. Let go. Enjoy yourself. Nobody expects you to hold out. Feel the motion. Feel the friction. Feel the heat.” The wide fat thumb continues its invasion, rolling, rubbing, stroking and teasing. Back and forth. Over and over and over.
“can’t…handle this...you…no more….nuh more….”
“Almost there, sloppy girl. You’re very wet down there. Ready on my count?”
“…won’t…cum…for you…” rasps Supergirl defiantly. But the choking, the elbow, the thumb grinding away with almost robotic precision, it’s all much to much pleasure heaped on the mighty blonde beauty.
“Three, two, one!” Bruno calls out even as his thumb twists, grinds and then purposely grazes against Supergirl’s vibrating clit.
Her eyes go blind as her world drops away into white nothingness. The Maid of Steel’s body jolts in place as she comes to a massive orgasm. Jerking her hips and spreading her legs a bit, Supergirl’s vagina floods her panties and Bruno’s palm with warm juicy pleasure she cannot resist. Twitchy, befuddled eyes and her lolling tongue demonstrate without a doubt that the mighty Supergirl has climaxed in the hold of a man who wishes her nothing but ill will.
“Yeah, I thought so, Supergirl,” taunts Bruno. “Just another gash in need of a good cleanout. Princess of Power? More like Princess of Panty Creaming. Man, I love my work!”