Part 1: The burglary
Supergirl soared across the night sky as she patrolled the city. Her blond hair and red cape fluttered in the cool wind. There was a full moon out and the stars all shone brightly, but she paid no attention to them. A few moments earlier her super acute hearing had picked up the sound of a burglar alarm and she decided that her plans for the evening would have to wait while she assisted the local authorities with what ever or who ever had triggered the alarm. She homed in on the sound, and discovered, that it was coming from the bank. 9:30 P.M. she noted to herself. Way past normal banking hours. The bank looked deserted except for a black van that was parked, engine still running, at the west end of the parking lot facing away from the bank. The back doors of the van were open. The west side wall of looked like it had been blasted with an explosive, creating an entry directly to the bank's vault. She flew down in a controlled power dive and gracefully landed in the parking lot between the van and the bank. She quickly scanned the van with her X-ray vision and determined that it was empty. No rear guard? These guys must be new, she thought. Supergirl turned and walked through the hole in the side of the brick wall.
She entered the room and saw three men dressed in black filling bags full of money. "No, wait, let me guess. You forgot your pin number for the ATM," Supergirl said in a smug tone. The men turned almost in unison and stared at the girl of steel who was now blocking their exit.
In her knee high red boots, Supergirl stood about 5'5". Her long blond hair cascaded over her blue top, with a big red "S" that was pulled tight across her magnificent breasts. She wore a red skirt that ended mid way down her thighs. A moment later the men were all still staring. Finally one of them realized his situation and aimed his revolver at Supergirl and fired. He got off two shots that bounced harmlessly off the heroine before she puckered her lips and blew. The gust of wind from her lungs knocked the crook off his feet and blew him backwards into the wall, knocking him unconscious. The other two men tried to run past her but she effortlessly stuck her arms out like a cross and cloths lined both men, knocking them flat on their backs. Behind her she could hear police sirens pulling up and the officers running up to the hole in the bank wall.
"Looks like you beat us to the punch, Supergirl!" one of the cops said. "Just trying to help," said Supergirl with a smile as she effortlessly carried the would be bank robbers to the patrol car and dropped them at the officer's feet. "Now if you'll excuse me I'm late for a date." Supergirl bent her powerful legs and then leapt into the sky.
2 The Date Linda wore a huge smile as she flew towards the rooftop of the Hotel. Kevin was one of the most popular boys at her high school. He was good looking, smart and on the varsity football team. She had admired him from afar but as Linda, she never had the courage to approach him. Then one day after chemistry class she turned around and there he was, asking her to be his partner for the chemistry project. They had gone out to lunch a few times, and then earlier in the week he asked her to visit him at the Hotel. He had rented a room (the penthouse on the roof!) for a small get together with some friends, and wanted her to be his date. Her! Not any of the cheerleaders, not Supergirl, HER! Linda Danvers. She was so excited she decided to fly straight to the hotel. She landed in an unlit area of the parking lot behind the hotel to change. She kept her street clothes and purse folded in a small pouch in her cape. As quickly as she could, Supergirl removed her red skirt and pulled a pair of blue jeans on over top of her red satin underwear. Then she donned a white button down collared blouse over her blue Supergirl costume to conceal big red "S" on her chest. She smiled to herself. "If things continue to go well with Kevin, I may need to leave the costume at home one of these nights." She folded her cape, placed it in the purse, and walked towards the hotel.
Linda entered through the hotel through the back door and took the elevator up to the Penthouse suite. The doors opened and Linda walked onto the floor. There was only one door on this floor. Her heart started to beat faster as she knocked on the door. It was a little after ten o'clock. The party should have started by now. Kevin answered the door. He was wearing a pair of kaki cargo pants and a nice blue sweater. His brown hair was slightly tousled and his grin made him look boyish but at the same time smug. "I was getting worried that you weren't going to make it," he said and motioned her inside.
"Can I get you anything to drink? I just made some really great tea." He said. "That sounds great. Where is everybody?" Linda answered. "There was an accident on the freeway so they had to take a detour. So now they are running a bit late. Did you see the view from the deck?" Linda walked across the floor of the living room area out onto the open deck. The floor of the deck was all made of fine marble. On one side there was a wood and metal bench next to a running hot tub, and on the other side there was a marble table and four metal chairs. In the corner, a security camera watched over the deck. Three metal beams stretched out horizontally above the table to provide a cover in case of rain. But tonight there was no rain and the stars were all twinkling. She had often seen views like this when she was flying late at night, but she rarely took the time to appreciate it.
Kevin walked out onto the deck and placed a tray of snacks and tea on the table. "I think you will really like this but be careful, it is really hot," Kevin said as he handed her a mug of the tea. Linda smiled and watched him sip from his own cup, before sipping from her own. With her super powers and invulnerability, it made it difficult to tell the temperature of things. When eating in a group, she often mirrored others to make sure she wasn't diving in if the food or coffee was still too hot. "My mom got this when she was in China. It is supposed to "promote wellness."" Kevin smiled and pulled out a chair for Linda. Then he sat down too. The conversation flowed effortlessly for some time as they drank tea and waited for their friends. After a while the conversation paused, and Kevin looked deep into her eyes. Then he leaned forward to kiss her. Surprised, Linda pulled back. "Wait," she said. "Uuhh,. What about the others?" "What about them?" Kevin replied in an annoyed tone. "Aren't you into me?" Linda felt awkward. Nervous. "Well yes, but I want to take this slow." "I'm not a slow guy." Kevin said, sliding his chair to the side of the table to be closer to Linda. "Can we just talk more first?" Linda asked looking Kevin in the eye with her own big blue eyes, and strangely feeling her throat tightening a bit. I can't believe I'm this nervous! she though to herself. "Is it hot out here?" she said in a now confused tone.
"You want to talk? Fine," Kevin said in a stern voice as he reached into his left cargo pocket. "Let's talk about why you never told me you are really Supergirl!" As he finished the sentence he removed his hand from his pocket and slid a ring over his finger. The stone in the center of the ring was a glowing rock of green Kryptonite!
"What!" Linda exclaimed, and quickly stood up, knocking over her chair. As she stood, she felt her head get heavy and the world start to spin. "I'm not. Supergirl." Linda took a step to the side and started to stumble but Kevin stood up and caught her. Holding her up under her arms in a big bear hug he looked into her eyes.
3 Tea Party "If you are not Supergirl then I apologize. Not that I really have anything to apologize for. Because if you are not Supergirl, then the small particles of kryptonite meteors that I put in your tea will harmlessly pass through your system. But judging from the look on your face right now, I'm thinking that they ARE affecting you just a bit."
"What? Wait," Linda slurred her words just a bit and brought her hands up and pushed against Kevin's chest. Just push him hard enough to get some breathing room, she thought, but as she pushed nothing happened. She tried to push harder but nothing. Her powers were gone!
"You see I didn't want to kill you. I just wanted you to ingest enough of the Kryptonite to make sure you wouldn't be flying away before our little private party was over."
Supergirl looked up at Kevin expecting him to try and kiss her again, and wondering how it would be. But instead of a kiss, he slid his hands around to the front of her waist, and then grabbed the front of her blouse over her breasts and pulled it open, exposing the big red "S" of her costume. The "tap, tap, tap" of plastic buttons landing on marble floor echoed in Supergirl's ear and across the observation deck.
The startled heroine tried to step away, but Kevin stepped between her legs with his left foot and then pushed her down onto the marble deck. Tripping over his foot, Supergirl landed with a loud "Smack!" on her butt, and back, knocking the wind from her.
Wasting no time, Kevin pulled a pair of stainless steel hand cuffs from his cargo pocket, kneeled down at her feet, and locked her booted ankles together with the steel manacles. Supergirl tried to kick him away, but he was too fast for her now impaired reflexes. She rolled to a crouch with her back to Kevin and tried to stand up, but Kevin was on top of her in a flash. He quickly reached around her arms and grabbed her white blouse at the front by her shoulders and pulled the shirt back, and off her arms. Then he grabbed a handful of blond hair, pulled her up to her feet, and walked her back over to the table. She stumbled in the steel shackles but Kevin held her up. Her mind spun and her head was light.
"So now I guess it is time to see what all the fashionable super heroes are wearing under their street clothes this winter." Kevin said as he pushed the tea tray to the side. Roughly, he moved his hands to her shoulders and pushed, bending Supergirl forward across the table. "Oh, no. No. No!" she said, squirming back against the table away from him. She tried to turn and get away, but it was no use. "Oh, yeah, baby," Kevin said in reply, and turned her back around. Rudely, he pushed her back down over the table.
She fought but simply could not get oriented. She couldn't believe what was happening. She was still trying to clear her mind. Behind her she could feel Kevin reaching back into his utility pockets and she heard the jingle of more metal hand cuffs. She swung behind her with all her might in a vain attempt to stop her attacker, but Kevin grabbed her weakened arms and pulled them up behind her in a box shape, elbows to wrists. "AAaaoow!" Supergirl cried out in pain at the uncomfortable positioning of her arms. Then she felt the cold metal of the cuffs close tightly over her right wrist and then over her left arm above the elbow. Then he cuffed her left wrist just above her right elbow. The chain on the handcuffs was much shorter than on normal handcuffs. Only one link connected the two metal circles that now bound Supergirl's arms tightly behind her torso. The air began to clear and she shook her head, still face down on the cold marble table, hands cuffed behind her.
"Stop it, you little fuck! I'm not kidding, you're in deep shit". She screamed.
Suddenly she felt his hand against the back of her head as he forcefully smashed her face into the table. Further weakened by his Kryptonite ring, Supergirl let out a muffled yell, and then he released the pressure.
"It's time someone taught you a little lesson, about being a bitch and a cock tease!" He laughed. "Kevin, please, stop, I don't want this!" she said.
Her strength was gone now as the next indignation came.
4 Bound "Wait," the helpless heroine pleaded, "you can't be. no!" She gasped as she felt his cold hands reach around her waist and grasp the waistband of her jeans below her belly button.
With excruciating slowness, he unfastened the buttons on the fly of her jeans. She squirmed as he slid her jeans over her hips and began to pull them down her shapely thighs revealing her red satin tights. Supergirl bent her knees hoping to prevent the boy from stripping her further, but it was no use. He yanked several times until her pants were at her knees. She didn't know what to do. It was happening too fast. With a tug Kevin pulled the denim over her knees and boot tops and then raised his right foot and stepped down, pushing her pants down around her ankles. She tried to kick back at him, but it was too late, because now her own pants prohibited her from lifting her foot to kick.
Kevin next placed his left hand with the kryptonite ring between her shoulder blades and pressed down. The close proximity of the meteor rock keeping her weak while the kryptonite tea, already in her system, continued to work. Then he inserted his right index finger under the waistband of her red costume bottom and slowly pulled the briefs down, over the crack of her ass. Her round athletic buttocks slowly became exposed as she squirmed. Her futile struggling caused the perfect shape of her butt to jiggle erotically. She gasped as he suddenly yanked down her red satin tights, revealing her firm, slightly whiter buttocks to the stars above.
He stopped pulling down her costume bottom when it was just below her ass cheeks. He stepped back and admired the sight of the great Supergirl's ass in the blue moonlight. Her ass was indescribable. Lush, full, rounded, white mounds of ass flesh. Not too big, yet not too muscular.
With his right hand, he began to stroke and fondle her naked ass. His hand roved continually over her smooth satiny skin. Pressing, probing, rubbing, stroking, grabbing, petting, always gently, yet firmly, his fingers were everywhere. He marveled at the way her butt cheeks sprang back when he squeezed them. He even probed between her ass cheeks with a finger. This caused Supergirl to let out a cute little feminine growl of dismay. She had been silent ever since he had pulled down her pants. She tried to maintain as much of her dignity as one can when in such a situation. She vowed to herself not to utter another sound no matter what he did to her.
He kept up the fondling for some time. At first she resisted him. She kept her ass muscles bunched up tight whenever he touched her. But the kryptonite now flowing through her blood stream soon caused her muscles to tire, and then cramp. After awhile of being gently fondled, and stroked, she began to relax. To relax her cramping neck muscles she lowered her head onto the table facing her left side. Before long, Kevin felt her muscles grow loose and her cheeks became more pliable.
Kevin leaned to his side, pressing his weight and his left elbow into Supergirl's back, pining her harder onto the table. He looked down at her, but she turned her head and looked away. He then cupped her right ass cheek in the palm of his right hand and moved it up and down. He continued the up and down caressing motion over her ass cheeks and soon found he was able to slide his middle finger up and down between her ass cheeks as he explored her crack and even gently probed her anus. He traced small circles around her sphincter. He smiled as he reached across her and dipped his fingers in the tea cup on the table next to Supergirl. Kevin stirred the warm liquid with his long fingers. He then moved his tea coated fingers back to Supergirl's butt and pressed his middle finger gently against her anus. She could feel a tingling sensation as the warm kryptonite tea particles on his finger started to work on the delicate pink skin of her anus. Kevin slowly circled her asshole twice, and then he suddenly shoved and buried his finger deep into her vulnerable asshole.
Supergirl's head shot up and a hiss of breath escaped her lips at this new violation. Her mouth opened but she refused to utter another sound. She tried to squeeze her butt cheeks together in order to prevent the penetration, but she was not strong enough now. The young man watched as his finger slowly disappeared up inside her anus. The crinkly looking, brown and pink colored skin of her asshole tightly wrapped around his finger as he sank it all the way into her. Then he began to saw it slowly in and out of her butt. Supergirl let out a moan of pleasure as he finger fucked her ass, already breaking her vow to remain silent throughout the rest of her ordeal. This continued for several minutes, although to Supergirl it seemed like an eternity. Then he started to move his finger in a circle inside her ass. Supergirl's own fingers closed into useless fists, and then opened again, helplessly secured to her elbows behind her. Then, just as she felt herself warming to the penetration, Kevin abruptly yanked his finger out of her now tender asshole. Thinking it finally over, Supergirl sagged in her bonds against the table. She was wrong. Smack! Smack! Twice Kevin viciously spanked her ass as hard as he could.
5 spanked Supergirl raised her head and screamed out. "You fucking bastard!", tears filled her eyes now as well as anger.
He grabbed a huge handful of her blond hair and pulled her head back as he smacked her ass hard again. Again she yelped as he let her head fall hard on the table. He ran his hand slowly over her ass now, caressing her soft skin and squeezing her firm tone buttocks.
"S-S-S-M-M-ACK-K!!!!!" His right hand slammed into her right buttock. "SPANK!" He slapped her left cheek. Two hard crisp spanks that sent her ass cheeks to wiggling and jiggling seductively. Kevin was in heaven. "SPANK! SMACK! SWAT! SPANK! SPANK!" His hand rose and fell, happily spanking Supergirl's naked ass. He had dreamed of doing this for a long time. Ever since Supergirl had put his father behind bars, Kevin had studied her carefully. Plotting revenge.
Every time there was an emergency of any sort, Linda always seemed to disappear. Then one day his suspicions were confirmed when he actually saw Supergirl enter a janitor's closet at school, and Linda Danvers walk out. From there the rest of the trap was easy. His father's more "unsavory business partners" had often talked about Superman's weakness to kryptonite. Kevin even knew where his old man kept some of the meteor fragments stashed in his penthouse apartment at the hotel he owned. Kevin figured that same weakness would hold true for Supergirl. And knowing her secret identity meant it would be easy to slip some kryptonite into her drink. All he had to do then was invite the airhead to a fake party and then take what he wanted from her.
Supergirl never though twice about Kevin's invitation to a party. Now she would pay for her rashness. "SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!" On and on went the spanking. His hand rose and fell, seemingly as tireless as a machine. He avoided getting into a rhythm and paced himself so as to make the spanking last.
Supergirl was mortified. "SPANK! SPANK!" She couldn't believe this was happening to her. Drugged, made helpless, bound, and then stripped of her costume and now, "SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!" she was being spanked like a bad little girl. How could this happen? "SPANK!" She wondered why he said nothing through all this. "SPANK!" He did not gloat like the other villains in her life, or taunt her. "SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!" His hand, it wouldn't stop. Spank after stinging spank, no rhythm or pattern, nothing to brace against. "SPANK! SPANK!" It was maddening. Then Kevin paused and walked to her other side. As he did, he reached over and pick up a long thin metal rod from where he had placed it earlier on one of the chairs. Supergirl saw the rod in his hand and squinted her eyes shut and started to cry. She could hear the whistle of the wind over the rod a split second before."SPANK!" the rod found its mark on her now tender back side. "SPANK!" Kevin swung the rod again leveling it across her bare buttocks. At first, when he was spanking her with his hand, the spanks were humiliating but not very painful. She had been hurt a lot worse. Now though, "SPANK!" the spanks were starting to really sting. She just couldn't take it anymore. She had to cry out in anguish.
As Supergirl's cries of pain filled the air, Kevin smiled and continued the spanking. He knew it would be over soon. He decided to change tactics a bit. He delivered a stinging slap to her right cheek and then he began to rub her ass cheeks. His hands moved all over her burning, red bottom. He did this for just a moment then he spanked her again. Then he rubbed her again. "SPANK! Rub. SPANK! Rub. SPANK! Rub." He kept this up varying the length of time he rubbed her ass and the number and type of spanks he delivered. In time it had the desired effect. When he started to rub her naked ass Supergirl began to feel something strange. It started deep down inside of her. At first it was a small sensation, but as he continued it began to grow. It wasn't long before she recognized what the feelings were. She was horrified. She tried to fight them but they were too strong. She was becoming sexually aroused. Sweat began to stream down her forehead as she tried to stop the onrush of emotions. She felt herself starting to let go. She clamped her mouth and bit her lower lip, trying to keep from voicing her arousal. She began to shake all over with the effort. Kevin saw this and grinned openly. He knew she would surrender to the feelings soon. It was just too much for her. Supergirl began to cum. She cried out in a mighty yell of lust and pent up emotions. On and on she cried and moaned, as Kevin kept spanking her ass. For two full minutes she came. What a magnificent sight. Kevin thought she might break her bonds from all her exertions. Her body shivered and shook, her hair flying everywhere as she tossed and shook her head. Her ass gyrated and bucked and quivered, her ass cheeks opening and closing rapidly. Her tits rose and fell on the table and shook and flopped all over. Her face was a mask of pure lust. He knew that she cared for nothing right now except the feelings coursing through her body.
After a bit, he stepped back and admired his handiwork. She lay on her face and tits completely exhausted. She had put on quite a show. Kevin rolled her onto her back and then pushed her further onto the table top so that her head hung over one side and her boots hung over the other. The cold of the marble table top felt soothing to Supergirl's stinging red butt. She thought she could feel the cool marble healing the welts from her spanking.
Kevin picked up Linda's white shirt and tore it into strips. He then balled up one piece of the fabric and stuffed it into her mouth. Next, he wrapped another piece around her head and mouth like a gag, tying it tightly in a knot behind her head. "No more screaming out of you", he remarked.
6 Stripped Kevin took special care as he unshackled her ankles to remove her red knee-high boots. Supergirl wanted to kick him, but after the draining effects of the kryptonite tea and the intense forced orgasm, she could scarcely move her long shapely legs, let alone kick or offer any resistance. Her bare feet dangled helplessly over the edge of the table while her boots were pulled off. Kevin smiled as he tossed her boots away. Then he grabbed the bottom of her jeans and stood up raising Supergirl's legs in the air and pulled her pants off over her bare feet. He dropped the pants on to the floor. He then grabbed her ankles and brought them together and bound them with the steel manacles again. Supergirl thought for a moment that he was going to leave the rest of her costume alone. But she was wrong again.
Kevin slid his hands up the side of Supergirl's shapely thighs to her red briefs. He hooked a finger on each side of the waistband at her hips and started to pull the material down the length of her thighs. She gave a gasp that was half-scream as the front of her tights began to slide down to follow the rear. Supergirl bent forward at the waist in a desperate attempt to cover the exposed mound of her sex. Her face reddened at the shame of her near total nudity. Her muffled cries and pleas grew in volume and intensity as her tights continued to be removed, until she was screaming into her own shirt gag at a fever pitch for her humiliation to end. Kevin ignored her pleas and continued to pull her tights down until they puddled around her bound ankles. Completely exposed from the waist down, the mortified heroine let out a small whimper.
Kevin put his left hand on the big red "S" over her right breast, and with his other hand he pushed down on her knees, flattening the bound heroine on the marble table top.
"Nice landing strip," the boy said, referring to the small stripe of closely trimmed blond pubic hair between Supergirl's legs. "What flavor are you?" and with that he leaned down and buried his face in her crotch. His tongue licked her clitoris and offered her a new stimulation.
Mortified, the heroine turned away and a tear rolled down her cheek. The heroine could only mutter a soft, muffled "no."
"Well, I see it's hard to be heroic with your britches around your ankles," smirked the boy. Her cheeks reddened at the thought of her tormentor ogling the nakedness of her buttocks and exposed pussy. Once again, she was reminded of her complete powerlessness.
The boy then reached down and grabbed the blouse of her costume at the waist and started to pull it up over her stomach and head.
"MMMMMPHF!" she screamed through her gag as her costume began to loosen from her breasts and stomach.
Slowly, he pulled her shirt up and over her tits. Because of the way her arms were bound he could not take her top completely off unless he wanted to cut it, and he didn't want to do that.Yet. Instead it was easier to bunch the material up under her arms and over her tits, exposing the perfect naked globes of her beautiful breasts. Her tits glistened with the sweat from her earlier exertions, highlighting their roundness and fullness. Supergirl now felt even more exposed than before. To the heroine's further embarrassment, her exposed nipples hardened as they met the cold air. Her naked breasts, now free from her clothing, bounced and jiggled as she struggled on the table against her bonds.
"Very nice, are those real?" queried the boy and he reached forward and grasped a jiggling breast and squeezed, causing Supergirl to scream though her gag at her violation. "Guess so. Impressive," he admired, laughing. He played with her nipples, and watched them grow in size and point straight out at him, pink and soft. He leaned forward and kissed them, then sucked them. Her chest heaved as he sucked.
"Very nice. What's a costumed heroine without her costume?" said Kevin. Shocked and outraged at her violation, the heroine barely reacted as he continued his work. He rolled Supergirl onto her stomach. She couldn't see exactly what he was doing. But she felt a rope passed under her forearms behind her. Then the rope was looped around the steel shackles by her ankles. Kevin pulled on the rope and this brought Supergirl's bare feet back up towards her ass, effectively hogtying her. Kevin then pulled her by the hair to the edge of the table and removed her gag. Kevin walked around to the front of the table where Supergirl's head was. He smiled at Supergirl and unzipped his pants. He then reached inside and took out his cock and held it up to her ripe full lips. Supergirl's eyes bugged out of her head. She shook her head and clamped her lips together. She knew what he wanted and was determined not to give in.
7 Her Mouth "Look bitch, suck it or you can take it in the ass, you choose!" he said as he pulled back her hair and slapped her hard across the cheek. Supergirl let out a gasp of surprise at the stinging slap. Her tear filled eyes watched his cock as it moved towards her. It looked huge. A good ten inches long and two inches thick. It was dark in color, all except the bulging purple head. The opening at the tip of his penis looked like a mouth that was open. Now he was at her mouth. Kevin pressed his warm cock against her lush red lips. She was crying harder now, and she turned her head to face her attacker.
"Can I ask one small favor? Please?" Supergirl begged.
"Ok, what? Make it quick." He was stern now.
"Can you please not cum in my mouth?" she said.
"Sure, what ever. Now lick my dick or I swear I'll put it in your ass."
Her head hung down in shame as he pulled her silky blond hair back behind her shoulders, and held it in his hand like a jockey holding the reigns of a prize race horse.
Slowly, Supergirl extended her tongue and started to lick the tip of his erect cock. She did it for several moments and then felt his hands on her head that began to move her head back and forth. She opened her mouth wider to accommodate his dick. His penis slid across her tongue and into her pretty mouth. Supergirl's lips stretched around his manhood. She wasn't sure if he'd fit. Her teeth scrapped against his flesh. She didn't know what to do with her tongue. She kept it flat against the floor of her mouth, but when he pushed his cock in further and touched the back of her throat her tongue automatically came up and pressed itself against him. She discovered that his dick had a tangy taste which made her salivate and swallow. When she did, her mouth which was now full of his cock, compressed around him, squeezing him. He was in heaven. He left his cock fully in her mouth for awhile so she could get used to it. He also wanted to admire the sight of his prick inside the mouth of the great Supergirl. After a few more moments, he pulled back with his hips. Supergirl thought he was done. But as soon as the tip of his cock reached her teeth he pushed himself back in again. He set up a rhythm of moving his cock in and out of her mouth. She bobbed slowly at first and then began to speed up, hoping to end it sooner. Supergirl nearly choked at first on her own spit as she tried to keep up. In time though she began to get the rhythm and all went smoothly. She realized that in order to keep from choking she would have to swallow her spit as it formed. This was best accomplished when he was withdrawing his dick. She made a sucking motion when he pulled back and swallowed just before he pushed back in. Her mouth made more saliva when he pushed back in. Thus the cycle kept repeating itself. Kevin was delighted for Supergirl had taught herself how to suck him off. She sucked on his dick for what seemed an eternity. Her neck and mouth began to ache as she bobbed as fast as she could, taking it in and out. Her jaw began to ache from the stretching it was getting. Tears were running freely down her cheecks now. She was thoroughly humiliated and just wished it would end soon.
All too soon to suit him Kevin felt a stirring in his balls and knew that it wouldn't be long. He quickened his pace. Supergirl struggled to keep up. Her efforts only inflamed his lust more. He grunted and gave a hard thrust and pressed her face into his crotch. She knew what was about to happen. His hard cock throbbed in her mouth. Then finally, with a cry of animal passion he rolled his head back, pulled back a bit, and blew a wad of hot slimy cum in her mouth. Supergirl tried to pull her head back, but his grip on her hair held her tightly over his prick. Supergirl nearly gagged as his stream of jiz flooded her mouth and throat.
Supergirl coughed and gagged letting some of it spill out of her lips and down her chin, until finally he heard a deep gulp as she began to swallow his hot sticky cum and admit her own defeat. He stood there for a moment with his dick in her mouth, she was motionless. He pulled it out and added to the humiliation by shooting another streamer that went in her hair and down across her bangs and over her eye and across her nose. Then he dried his cock off on her hair. He looked down at Supergirl. Her entire body was glistening with sweat from her exertions. Her head hung in defeat and shame. Her face was a mask of sweat and tears and now coated in is cum.
Supergirl continued to move her tongue around, trying to clean the last of his sperm from her mouth.
"You bastard!" she cried, "I begged you not to cum in my mouth! That stuff tastes horrible! Couldn't you do me just that one favor? Don't you know how humiliating this is for. mmmuuuff" she stopped as he shoved his dick back in her mouth to shut her up and let her clean it as well. Finally after a few more minutes he pulled it out and stepped back.
"Bastard!" She was crying fully now, head hung in defeat.
Kevin walked to the side of the table and reached across her back to untie the rope by her arms that was holding the cuffs around her ankles in the hog tie position. Supergirl let out a small groan when she was finally able to stretch her legs back out. "So are you done with me, Kevin?" She asked. But the boy just laughed, and rolled Supergirl onto her back. Then he tossed the free end of the rope over an outstretched beam from the ceiling. He caught the free running end as it came back down and then Kevin pulled down on the rope, which in turn pulled Supergirl's ankles higher into the air. He stopped when her back was flat against the table with her legs forming a perfect "L" and her bare feet were in the air at about the level of his head. The table was low enough that her crotch was right at the level of his cock and her ass was just perched on one side of the table with her head slightly extended over the other. He then gave the rope some slack, and tied it off next to one of the heavy metal chairs. He maneuvered her back now, she could not resist, she was too tired. He caressed and fondled her huge melons again now, and she moaned. He sucked her nipples some more now and worked his way down to her cunt, where he licked the outside of her pussy lips. She moaned and breathed heavily. Then unceremoniously, he hefted her legs up over his shoulders, and positioned his hard penis at the warm, soft entry to her wet twat.
"Ahh. No! How dare you." the heroine yelled and she started to struggle again. No one had ever done this to her. How could she be violated in this matter? This boy had stripped of her powers, her clothes, and now of her dignity. Kevin grabbed her jaw under her chin and pinched, forcing her to open her mouth. Then he reached over to the mug of kryptonite tea and poured the rest into her mouth. Her eyes shot wide open. "Not more tea!" she thought. He clamped down on her mouth and nose until she swallowed the drugged liquid.
He pulled her legs back up over his shoulders and began to pin them forward, then, with a brutal thrust, he drove his taming point home, sending Supergirl reeling with overwhelming sensation. Supergirl let out a small squeak of pain as he shoved his monster of a cock into her exposed womanhood.
8 Raped "Ahh! Please! Stop this," she begged, her confidence, her arrogance, completely shattered.
He moved around in a circular motion trying to loosen up her tight vagina. He reached around her upright thighs and grabbed her big tits and squeezed. As he pumped his thick shaft in and out of her, she started to squeal and moan loudly.
"Oohh, noo, oohh , uuuuhh, mmmmmpphf," she grunted out as he pounded her pussy harder. "Kevin, wait, oohh, oohh, Kevin I'm not on the pill, I, oohhhhh" "Ahh,...ohh...ohhh...phh...ohh..ohhh...ohhhhh............pleaseoh...please pull out Kevin!...oh....ooouuu..."
But her rapist ignored her pleas, and continued plowing into her. Supergirl just knew her poor pussy was being stretched to the breaking point. She started to moan in pain and . something else? Supergirl could feel a stirring inside her. The boy stepped up his pace. His dick was moving in and out of her faster and faster. Supergirl wasn't thinking of anything now. She was just reacting. Her pussy was on fire and so were her tits. His hands were rapidly squeezing her breasts and pulling on her nipples while his giant cock was driving her rapidly towards a climax. It was so big and hard and it wouldn't let up. Forcing her....forcing her.....pressing, probing...... "OOOOOHHHHHH.....my god ... sttooo..oooop FFFUUUCCCKKKKIIIINNNNGGGG MMMEEEEEEEEE!!!!" Supergirl's climax hit her like an atomic explosion and she came on his dick. Her body tensed and jerked. Every fiber of her being was focused on her cunt. The boy hung on as she involuntarily bucked and jumped on the table. He felt his cock squeezed by her already tight pussy and groaned.
"Ohhh. nnnooo...MMMmmmmmnnn" She sighed, and let her now heavy eyelids close slightly. Kevin slowed his pace for a few strokes and then started pumping faster again. "Oh, Oh, Oh, No, Oh, Oh, Oh,. Oh, nnnnoooooooohhhh. pleaseoh...please pull out Kevin!...oh....ooouuu..." she finally yelped as Kevin jammed a final thrust into her pussy as another stream of his seed shot deep into her womb. He lay there on top of her, sweaty. They both breathed heavily. He finally rose up and pulled out. He released the manacles holding Supergirl's legs in the air and pushed Supergirl off the table. She tried to roll and land on her feet, but her red underwear still loosely in place around her ankles, tripped her up and she fell flat onto the cold marble floor.
He again took her by the hair and pulled lightly, and she climbed to her feet in front of him. Her red satin panties circled around only her left ankle now. The muscles of her bruised and stinging red buttocks and thighs sent waves of burning pain as she stood. With her arms bound so tightly behind her it presented her tits to him in an arousing way. The cold night air on her now sweaty skin caused her nipples to stand at attention. He had beaten her and she knew it. Now she looked up into his eyes and they kissed softly.
Then she felt him unlock the cuffs securing her wrists and elbows. She sighed as she was finally able to stretch her sore limbs again. Kevin then grabbed the top of her costume that was still bunched up over her tits and pulled it over her head and completely off her body, discarding it on the ground. Supergirl tried with small success to grab her shirt as he pulled it off, but she was too slow. Completely exposed now, she tried to cover her nakedness with her aching arms and hands.
Kevin took her by the shoulders and turned her to face the camera in the corner. "Wave to the camera," he said. Her head hung in shame, her naked body still glistening with sweat. He stood to her side and reached over and softly squeezed her right breast, then patting it harder for the camera.
Supergirl attempted to cup her full breasts in one arm and hand, while her other hand was held between her legs, covering her naked vagina, leaving her reddened buttocks exposed. The chill open air on the deck continued to make her nude body quiver. The embarrassed heroine lowered her head in shame.
"Let's go inside," Kevin said.
"What about my costume?" she asked, as she bent down in an attempt to grab her red panties and put them back on. But as she bent down she exposed her ass, and Kevin took advantage.
"I think I'll keep it as a souvenir," Kevin said as he reached back and slapped her hard across her ass with a loud "SPANK!" Supergirl let out a feminine little yelp as she quickly straightened up, both hands darting behind her to protect her tenderized butt cheeks. Of course this motion left her tits and pussy exposed to the camera again.
"Please, at least give me something to wear. You can't keep me naked."
"Actually, I can and will because you're less likely to try anything rash. You're hardly prepared for heroics squirming in your birthday suit," taunted the boy noting the jiggle of the defeated heroine's nude ass with an insolent smirk.
Her futile attempts to cover her body with only her hands forced the heroine to take small, skittering steps, her bare feet slapping against the marble floor. She was marched across the deck and into a room containing video screens that must have displayed and recorded her earlier ordeal.
Kevin sat down on the couch in the room with his rock hard cock pointing straight up toward the ceiling. "How about one more for the road? All aboard Bitch!" he announced, as though his cock was some kind of amusement park ride. Supergirl just stood there, motionless. He grabbed Supergirl by the arm and spun her around until her back was to him. Then he grabbed her at the waist and pulled her to his lap. He aimed his cock at the entrance of her pussy and rammed it forward. Suddenly he was in her womanhood again. It was painful, but he was not pounding her. Supergirl moaned.
" Come on bitch move your ass..already." He said, and spanked her right butt cheek. " Pleeeeaseee.. I can't ..my legs are numb.I... I can't," Supergirl pleaded. By now her legs had given out completely. There was no way she could ride his cock. The kryptonite tea in her system and on his ring made her too weak to move.
"Let's go. Move your ass," he said louder this time.
"I'm sorry. I have to take a little break. All right?" She said, humiliated again. She still couldn't believe this was actually happening to her. She couldn't believe she was impaled on this guy's dick and had to ask for permission to stop. Could not believe she had to ask for his permission to not fuck herself on him.
"Kevin, can we please stop for awhile? My legs are too tired and my vagina is really sore," she mumbled, hoping for a break and a possible way to get out of this whole mess.
"I know how to motivate you," Kevin said with a dark and sinister tone in his voice. He lifted her up for a split second. Supergirl wondered where he was going to take her now and what he had in store for her next. Then without warning he pulled her down and rammed his cock deep into her ass.
9 Anal Rape Supergirl screamed as loud as she could and her toes involuntarily curled. His thick cock tore into her virgin asshole. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her first instinct was to jump up. But each time she tried to get up, he would pull her back down on to his hard cock. Now he had her doing exactly want he wanted. He had her and she knew it. She was actively fucking herself on his cock. Supergirl was too weak to ride his cock before. But the pain in her ass was incredible. She felt like she was being torn apart. Like her ass was on fire. "Ohhhh. God.. Help," she cried. "I knew that would get you going bitch.. Yeah that's it.Ride that cock.I'm gonna cum in your tight little ass.. yeah that's it."
Kevin grabbed her by her hips and started bouncing her up and down on his cock with his own strength, sliding his penis in and out of her asshole slowly.
He let her come to rest on his lap with his dick deep inside her now sore rectum, and spanked her ass several times hard, receiving a passionate yelp from her each time. Then he reached around and fondled her bouncing tits with one hand. He slid his other hand around her waist and down to her pussy. Slowly, he started rubbing her clitoris.
Supergirl just stared off in a daze at the far wall, wanting for him to finish. To shoot his seed into her again, and end it. Suddenly she could feel his hand in her hair, pulling her head back as he fucked her. She was petrified to see another camera mounted in the corner of the room. The red light on the camera told her that it had no doubt been filming her whole ordeal. Tears ran down her face as she knew he may have filmed it all since they had been there. Her secret identity exposed and her body violated. Her weaknesses made public for the whole world and all of her enemies to see.
His hand on her clit started rubbing faster now. Her huge breasts rolled forward, hitting her chin as she rocked forward and backward. She moved with him now, his hands on her hips and on her ass guiding her. She thought he would never cum, but she felt herself getting more and more turned on. Sweat covered her body as she was becoming excited now.
Supergirl's whole body started shaking. He started lifting himself off his chair so that he could ram her ass even harder, and in a rush of pain and pleasure, she shivered and jolted as she exploded inside with an orgasm. "Ohhhh nooo..ahh...ohhshit! MMMMMhhOh!" She yelled as it happened.
"That is right, here it comes Bitch.Agggghhhhh.AgghhhhhhAgghhh." He pulled her body down on his cock and exploded deep in her ass. She could actually feel his cock twitching and spewing cum inside her bowels. He held her tight against his body while he unloaded in her. Supergirl felt as though her body was his toilet, as he basically used her asshole as a place to relive himself.
After his orgasm subsided he called her a few names and told her that she was a whore and threw her forward off his lap and onto the floor.
He smiled, thinking about his victory as Supergirl looked up at him and pouted. She had lost it all to him.
Cum was everywhere on her body. Her face and her hair were covered with it. She could even feel it leaking out of her ass. She prayed to God that he would let her go now that he had raped and defiled her.
"So did you enjoy yourself tonight?" Kevin asked as he stood up and adjusted the fly on his pants.
"Kevin, you Raped me! You sodomized me! You've humiliated me in every way. My butt hurts. My vagina hurts. I have your cum in my hair and in my ass, and I may get pregnant. How could I have enjoyed that?"
"Well maybe we can try again later," he stated with a sadistic smile. Kevin reached into a case on the table in the room and pulled out a hypodermic needle. "That's it for now. I need a few hours to myself before I let you go." The rapist grinned at her sadistically. "Turn around and bend over the back of the couch," he ordered, holding up a hypodermic needle of the kryptonite tea for Supergirl to see.
"You can't be serious? You don't have to drug me. Please,. I'll be good," begged the heroine pitifully. She heard the whining in her own voice and hated herself for it.
"I'm afraid not. It's either this," the boy said, motioning with the needle," or I use this on you until you pass out," holding up a large buzzing dildo.
Supergirl knew her body could not take any more abuse. Better to wait. Let him have this round, and wait for him to make a mistake. Biting her tongue, Supergirl uttered a small, submissive squeak and turned her naked body and displayed her reddened, spanked buttocks. The heroine's eyes widened and she grunted in pain as she felt the kryptonite needle pierce her tender backside. This time, her embarrassment was mercifully short as the tranquilizer worked quickly, and she slipped off the couch and onto the floor, hearing a derisive laugh as her vision darkened.
10 Wake up Supergirl's eyes slowly refocused as she regained consciousness. The heroine groaned as she remembered the ordeal that had led up to her forced slumber. She first noticed the numbing pain in her arms and shoulders and realized her wrists were again bound to her elbows behind her. She had been laid face down, on the bench next to the hot tub on the deck outside. A dog collar had been placed around her neck, and a chain connected her collar to the bench armrest. She rolled to her side and found that she could place her bare feet, which were bound at the ankles, on the cold marble floor. That is when she realized with a frustrated gasp, she was still clad only in her skin, naked to the world.
"How long have I been unconscious? My arms are killing me," thought the nude heroine. She looked around the penthouse and spotted her cape, neatly folded, placed sadistically just out of the reach of her bare feet. Sitting on top of her clothes was a black, unmarked videotape. With out watching it she could guess what was on the tape. On top of the video was a note that she could read from her position on the bench. The note that read:
Dear Supergirl, Biochemistry was never my strong suit, and I want to make sure I didn't give you too much of the kryptonite tea. So I've called the authorities, to insure that you are rescued. Hope to do you again soon, Your study partner.
"Wait," She thought. "They'll see me naked. Please no!" Supergirl struggled against her bonds futilely, shocked at this final torment. She would be found defeated and humiliated. Her head finally sagged against the bench with a groan. There was nothing she could do but wait; her defeat had been thoroughly and completed packaged.
Less than hour later, Supergirl heard a male voice echo down the hall, "Hello?" The hapless heroine groaned at her predicament. She was torn between calling out for rescue and putting off the embarrassment at being found bound and naked as long as possible. Finally she gave in to the pain in her wrists and shoulders.
"Out here, on the deck" she called out, "please hurry." Supergirl could hear footsteps echoing on the marble deck coming towards her.
"Miss, are you okay? We got a call... Are you really Supergirl?" the man called back. "I'm the hotel manager and I got a call that you had... WOW!"
The man skidded to a stop as he neared the bench, jaw agape. He found what must have been the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, naked except for her bonds. Supergirl felt herself blush in embarrassment at his leering reaction; the almost cartoon-ish way his eyes widened, as though they would spring from his head. The short man was very over-weight with greasy hair slicked back from his receding hairline. She noted with dismay the camera that hung from a strap around his neck.
"Please, you've got to untie me" said the embarrassed heroine, desperately trying not to meet the hotel clerk's gaze.
"Okay, Yeah. Yeah. in a second. Are you really Supergirl? I thought you were supposed to be strong. Who did this to you?" asked the manager, looking around and then taking the lens cap off his camera. He ogled the beautiful exposed body before him.
"What are you doing? Please, help me." screamed the now outraged heroine.
"We have to take pictures of any incidents for insurance purposes," The sleazy manager said, ignoring her pleas. He brought the camera up to his face and began taking pictures of the struggling girl. "Besides, There's no way I'm passing up an opportunity like this," he said as she begged for him to stop.
"Nooo. How dare you? Stop!" she implored him desperately and started struggling in an effort to roll back over onto her stomach to protect her modesty from the flash of the camera.
Finally, after two rolls of film and several humiliating questions about what had happened to her red swollen buttocks, the manager stopped. He poked through her cape and considered taking it as a souvenir but thought better of it. "What's this?" he asked as he held up the videotape.
"I have no idea." she answered, though she thought it was surely a recording of her earlier torment. "Release me now! You've got your disgusting pictures." screamed Supergirl in disbelief and outrage. She had not expected to be exploited by anyone else this evening.
"Alright, alright. Settle down," the man answered her. Picking up her tape and stuffing it in his coat pocket. He eyed the bindings on Supergirl's wrists and ankles. "If you really are Supergirl, why don't you just break out of this? What am I supposed to do? Maybe I should call the fire department or something."
"That will not be necessary. I'm fine, please just untie me." The man looked her up and down, and then smiled. A smile Supergirl had learned the meaning of far too well over the course of the evening's events. "Please just.," she repeated. Her face reddened further under his now sinister gaze.
"What's your hurry?" The man smiled wider and took a step closer to her. He ran his beefy hand across her toes and up Supergirl's bare thigh and massaged her bare buttocks.
"Please don't," said the helpless heroine, trying her best not to tremble as she felt the hand on her naked butt. The man remarked about the red welts on her ass, and then with a wicked laugh he gave her another sadistic spank on her tender bare butt. Then he rolled her back over onto her ass so that he could view her breasts and cunt again. He took one breast in each hand and started to squeeze and massage them, rolling her pink nipples between thumb and forefinger. Then he kneeled down next to the bench and leaned forward to suck on her nipple. First he played with it with his tongue, then he bit down hard.
Supergirl let out a scream, and in a panic, flexed her muscles one last time, and was finally able to break the bonds holding her. She stood up quickly on the deck knocking the man back, and picked up her cape, clutching it in front of her naked breasts. The hotel clerk stood and approached her with a lustful smile on his face.
Fearing she was not yet strong enough to fight off another attack, Supergirl thought it better to retreat. She turned her back to the man and cape in hand, ran awkwardly towards the edge of the building. Pins and needles seemed to poke at her arms and legs as she stretched her limbs that were cramped from being in bonds for so long. She was almost to the ledge when she stepped in a puddle of water from the hot tub. The water on the smooth marble floor caused her foot to slip out from under her, sending her tumbling over the ledge in an uncontrolled fashion. She tried to fly, but her powers were still slow in returning and she could only slow her fall (slightly) as she crashed down onto the windshield of a parked car in the lot thirty stories below, knocking the wind from her lungs. Thankfully no one saw, and she picked herself up and scampered towards home. Now her powers were quickly healing her battered body. The angry red welts on her ass had almost disappeared completely. But it would take some time before the dull pain of her battered buttocks stopped throbbing completely.
The hotel manager still had the tape. And that tape may have the secret of her secret identity on it. But naked and with out her powers there was not much she could do about it. Kevin had a lot to answer for, and she was going to make sure she got even.
The End.