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Supergirl in “A Rebel’s Revenge” by Jediah Rikane
“Damn it all to Hell!”, the man shouted, throwing down the box he was carrying, electronic equipment spilling out onto the floor. “Where did I put the power cells? I just saw them a minute ago”, he thought. “Finally have everything packed and now I can’t leave!” He quickly scanned the other boxes in the room. He had to find the cells; the ship was down to 20% power and he wouldn’t be able to leave the city on that, let alone the state. He was fuming, this was never supposed to happen again, running away like a thief in the night. Well, he was a thief and it was night, but still, it was just plain embarrassing. Frustrated, he caught sight of his reflection in a nearby mirror. He was a tall man, well-built without being overly muscular. He wore a body suit that matched his jet black hair. He had a handsome face that was marred only by the metallic prosthetic where his left eye used to be. “It just ain’t fair”, he thought, “Not two days ago I had it all. My crew was pulling off choice scores all over town, perfectly planned by me. A few more and I could have retired. Now, I’m on the run. This ain’t supposed to happen, I’m not some two bit punk criminal, I’m…”
“Johnny Rebel?” a voice suddenly asked. Rebel instantly sprang into action, dropping to the ground, rolling behind a large box and sprang up with an energy pistol in his hand, aimed at the owner of that voice. What stood before him was totally unexpected. His initial thought was that the police had arrived, but no cop he ever saw looked like this. She was tall; a few inches below his 6 foot 3 height. She wore a simple skirt and blouse that could not disguise her ample assets: amazingly long legs, narrow waist, full breasts. Flowing red hair framed her face, intense green eyes staring at him with a hint of amusement. “Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?” he demanded, “How do you know my name?” She smiled, “My employer is very resourceful, Mr. Rebel. We’ve been aware of your exploits for quite some time. You plan precision robberies with a minimum amount of noise. Your crew uses ordinance capable of overwhelming most law enforcement agencies. The job you pulled at STAR labs ten years ago is still the stuff of criminal legend. You were beginning to make a name for yourself in Star City, until Green Arrow took you down. Then you moved out to Midway and ran afoul of Hawkman. You laid low for a while after that and resurfaced in Kansas City only to have your head handed to you by the Doom Patrol. And now here you are in Leesburg. Running away again, because of a superhero. Because of Super..ahhgggh!” She gagged as Rebel’s hand closed around her throat. She couldn’t believe how fast he was. He had crossed the room and grabbed her before she could even think to react. Slamming her against the wall, he leaned in close, their noses almost touching.
“I don’t know who you are, but I don’t need to hear the story of my life from somecheap slut. I asked you a question, you want to live, you’d better answer me.” Rebel released her neck, his hand holding her by the shoulder against the wall. The woman coughed, trying to get air back into her lungs. “My name is Isabelle, and I’ve come to make you an offer on behalf of my employer. “And who is that?”, he asked. “I’m not at liberty to say”, she replied. He laughed, “You better get liberty, darlin’. I don’t take jobs from people I don’t know.” “You’ll take this one.”, she replied with a smile on her face. He didn’t like that smile. He asked, “Oh, yeah? Why’s that?” “Two reasons. First, the job pays ten million dollars in cash.” Rebel looked incredulous. “Second and most important, you get back at the person that’s put you on the run again.”. Rebel was interested but skeptical. “You’re talking about Supergirl? What’s she got to do with this?” She chuckled, “Only everything. She’s been a thorn in the side of my employer for awhile now, and he believes you’re the solution to taking her down.” Rebel held up a finger before Isabelle’s face. “Hold on there, I ain’t saying I don’t want the bitch to pay, but I ain’t no killer. Besides, if I did somehow succeed, I’d be running for the rest of my short life.” She eyed him warily. “Oh, We don’t want her dead. Not when there are other fates far worse than that.” Her eyes slowly moved down, gazing at his crotch for a moment, then stared back at him. A moment later, Rebel removed his hand from her shoulder. Smiling, he said, “Really? You know, I think we can do business. Come into my office.” ‘Gotcha’, she thought, and followed him out of the room.
Two days later
It was a warm August morning in Leesburg, Virginia. Residents who glanced skyward noted an unusual sight. A young girl, no older than 18 streaked through the air. She wore a costume inimitable to Superman: a blue tunic ending in a short skirt with a red cape and boots. Kara Zor-el was having the time of her life. Her lithe body flew through the air, darting above and below the clouds. Of all the powers she gained upon arriving on Earth, flying was definitely her favorite. She loved the feel of the wind on her face and bare legs; there was no other feeling quite like it. She performed a few midair acrobatics before beginning her patrol of the city. Well, not exactly her patrol, it was actually Linda’s, the original Supergirl, who had been in Metropolis for the last several days. She thought about the strange events of the past few weeks. Rocketed to Earth from Argo City with the hope of finding her cousin Superman only to meet a woman bearing the same “S” shield that she wore, calling herself Supergirl. After some initial misunderstandings, Linda offered her a place to stay until they figured out what was going on. Kara had accepted, and Linda began to not only teach her how to control her powers but about living on Earth as well. She liked Linda, who in many ways was like a sister to her. This made it doubly important to her that this first solo patrol went well.
Johnny Rebel sat back in his plush chair, examining the bank of monitors in front of him. Scans had been running for more than an hour, and still no sign of Supergirl. His research revealed a pattern to her patrols of the city and she was nearly twenty minutes late. Suddenly a loud beep filled the room. ‘Finally!’ he thought. An electronic voice came over the comlink: “Target Acquired”. Grinning, he replied: “Execute.”
Kara was just completing her patrol when she heard them. Six silver discs, each no more than a foot wide, dove down towards her. She was beginning to turn when an energy beam fired from the closest disc, striking her in the upper arm. The pain was unbelievable. She held the arm with her other hand, barely able to keep herself from crying out. She had never felt anything like that before! Her arm was going numb. As if sensing her weakness, the other discs started firing. Using her super speed, she was able to avoid the beams. ‘Got to get away from these things’ she thought, ‘Maybe I can outrun them.’ She flew at top speed, but the discs stayed on her tail, matching all the evasive moves she made. A beam caught her in the shoulder and the pain nearly caused her to pass out. She thought, “Rao, that hurt! Can’t take another hit, I’ve got to destroy these things.” She tried to smash one of them with her fist, but it deftly avoided her blow. She focused her gaze on another disc and beams of heat flowed from her eyes, striking it. Kara gasped as the beams bounced off the glossy surface. She was so intent on the disc before her that she didn’t notice three discs quietly taking position behind her. All three open fired simultaneously, their beams all striking her squarely in the back. She screamed and began to fall, barely conscious.
The discs flew down after the falling heroine. The first two flew down near her ankles. Metal cables sprang out of the center of each of the discs, wrapping around her ankles. The discs began moving upward, holding the stunned girl up by her ankles in midair, her arms dangling down past her head. Two other discs lashed themselves to her wrists, then moved away from her body, stretching her arms out to her sides. Thrusters in these discs activated, moving Kara into a standing position. She began to regain her senses and realized her perdicament. ‘No! Must break free!’ she thought, trying to pull her wrists free, strain showing in her face. Suddenly the cables binding her began to glow a pale green. A massive energy surge arched through her body, stunning her. The discs at her ankles moved upwards, rotating the stunned girl to a prone position. The fifth disc took position just above the back of her head. Cables sprang out, wrapping around her head, completely covering her eyes. The two discs at her wrists rotated, twisting her arms, so the palms of her hands faced up. A groan of pain escaped her lips as she weakly struggled against the painful restraints. The discs launched forward, with their captive, the last disc occasionally blasting her with the painful beams. She passed out by the third hit; her last thought the terrible knowledge that she had failed Linda.
Twenty minutes later, three men stood next to a van near an abandoned warehouse outside of Leesburg. Two of them leaned against the van, the other pacing before them in agitation. “I’m getting a bad feeling about this”, Max Blake said, taking a long drag on his sixth cigarette of the day, “We’re gonna get caught, I tell ya. You don’t mess with capes. You’re just asking for trouble.” Blake was a short, balding man of forty, a career criminal who had seen better days. Johnny Rebel had pulled him into the job for a lot of cash; he would’ve said no, but he desperately needed the money. He looked over at the other two men, they were a strange pair. Both were tall, at least 6 foot six inches, muscular, pale white skin with piercing green eyes. Each wore tailored suits to accommodate their large frames, one in the darkest black the other in the palest white. These were the Janus brothers, James and Jesse, out of Gotham City. They had worked for Two-Face for several years, but being consistently beaten by the Batman forced them to move on to better, and much less painful opportunities. “Be patient, Max.”, James said adjusting his cuffs, “You worry too much. Johnny’s a good planner. Nothing’s going to go wrong.” Jesse raised his wrist, studying his watch. Smiling he said “Nothing at all. In fact, the package should be arriving right about…NOW!”
They all looked skyward as the sound of the descending discs caught their ears. About twenty feet above the ground, the discs released their prize, sending Kara crashing into the pavement several yards away from the men. The discs launched themselves skyward, quickly flying out of sight. Kara rolled onto her side, trying to rise. The punishment she’d taken from the discs had been too much for her however, and her arms buckled. She fell back to the ground, unconscious. The three men walked over to the prone girl, the brothers smiling. Blake knelt down and examined the girl, a look of confusion on his face. “Wait a minute! Who the hell is this? This ain’t Supergirl! She’s taller, with the tight shirt and the little skirt! What’s going on?” Jesse, looked down at Blake, exasperated. “Didn’t you hear what Johnny said? This here is Supergirl’s new partner. We use the little lady as bait to land the real deal.” Blake stood and faced the two men, wringing his hands nervously. “Okay, okay, I forgot. But look at her! She looks dead! She’s not supposed to be dead!” James slapped him on the shoulder, pointing to her chest with his other hand. “She ain’t dead, moron. See how her chest is rising up and down? Johnny said those frisbees would take the fight out of her. Now, get the van. Jesse, let’s get our new little friend ready to travel.”
Blake walked over to the van as the two brothers knelt down behind the unmoving girl. Jesse grabbed her shoulder, flipping her onto her stomach. James opened the metal case he had been carrying, producing several lengths of rope. James moved down to Kara’s feet. Crossing her ankles, he began winding the rope around them, tightly binding them together. As he did so, Jesse grabbed the end of her cape and threw it over her head. He paused to examine her sculpted back and rear end. He took a rope and quickly bound Kara’s wrists together. Tying another rope around her midsection, he then tied off her wrist ropes to it, effectively immobilizing her arms. James ran his hand up the back of her leg, proceeding beneath her skirt, groping her tight ass. “Oh yeah, gonna like breaking this in!”, he said, slapping the cheek he’d been clutching. Jesse was running his hand along the top of her costume, looking for a way to remove her cape. He quickly found the concealed catches and pulled it off.
The restraints on her arms and legs roused the young superheroine. Her eyes fluttered open and she slowly realized her situation. ‘What’s happening?’ she thought ‘The last thing I remember was those awful discs blasting me and falling.’ She felt the ropes on her limbs. ‘Can’t move…tied up! Must get free!’ She strained against the ropes, but they held fast. ‘Can’t do it…too weak from the blasts.’ She thought. She was trying to decide what to do next when she realized she wasn’t alone. Jesse lifted her by the shoulders and pushed her down so her back rested against his upper legs. Kara tried to twist free, but Jesse reached down, grabbed the hair near the back of her neck and pulled down, forcing her to look up at him. “Looks like our little Supergirl’s waking up. I don’t know about you brother, but I don’t think she’s got anything to say we need do hear, do you?” James shook his head. Jesse reached back into the box and produced a large ballgag. She looked up into his pitiless eyes, trying to focus her heat vision, but she couldn’t do it. Cupping her chin with his hand, he squeezed her cheeks between his fingers and thumb trying to force her mouth apart. Her lips didn’t move. She wasn’t strong enough to break free, but there was no way she was letting him put that thing into her mouth. James laughed, “I don’t think she wants it, brother. Don’t worry though, I got just the thing to make her more agreeable.” He reached into the case and removed a metal box. Kara couldn’t see the box, but as soon as the lid was opened, she knew what it was. What little strength she had instantly began to fade as James produced a collar about three inches tall and a half-inch thick. The outer surface was a silver color, similar to the discs. The inside face shown with the pale green glow of Kryptonite. She had felt the effects of the deadly substance only once before, and she’d hoped to never again know the intense pain, the weakness and utter helplessness that it brought. The brothers laughed at her groans of pain. “Looks like she likes her present. I think this will just do wonders for you”, James said, opening the collar. He slipped it around her slender neck and closed it, the electronic lock activating with a barely audible hiss. As the kryptonite made contact with her bare skin, Kara gasped in agony. Jesse took advantage of the moment, forcing the large gag into her mouth. Pulling her hair aside, he strapped the gag in tight, her teeth lodged against the shiny red ball. Her protests became muffled grunts as she strained weakly against her bonds. The brothers rose and lifted the helpless girl off the ground, Jesse holding her legs, James her shoulders. Blake pulled the van up near them. Opening the back door they tossed their captive inside. Jesse followed her inside, while James got in the passenger side. Kara was on her side, looking over at the tall man in black, who looked at her with a wicked smile on his face. “We’re gonna take a little ride, sweetcheeks.” He moved closer to the bound girl, his hand on her cheek. “On the way, we’ll get acquainted.”
James was sitting in the front with Blake talking on his comlink. “Just like you said, J.R. The discs blew her out of the sky and the collar’s keeping her weak as a kitten.” Rebel replied, “Good, get her here quick, there’s a lot to do. By the way, remind your brother that our young friend is not to be molested in any way. I know he’s got a thing for blondes, but now ain’t the time. We clear?” James heard the grunts of the captive girl through the thin wall separating the front and rear of the van. “Yeah, boss. Five by five. ETA thirty minutes. JJ out.” He broke the connection and looked at Blake. “Pull over, I need to make sure Jesse’s not doing something stupid.”
Kara wanted to cry. She was so weak. The kryptonite radiation from the collar had sapped her strength to the point that she could barely lift her head. Why had these men captured her? She hadn’t been on Earth long enough to make enemies. But Linda had, she thought. It couldn’t be a coincidence that those discs attacked while she was flying Linda’s patrol. They were after her! But as she thought about it, she realized that wasn’t completely accurate; kryptonite didn’t effect Linda at all. ‘They did want me!’ she thought, ‘but why?’ Her reverie was cut short as the tall man in the dark suit moved towards her. She tried to move, but her bonds wouldn’t allow her to move more than a few inches. Jesse knelt down, grabbing Kara’s shoulder, forcing her onto her back. He straddled her midsection, his left hand holding her down by the neck. “Hey baby.” He said, his green eyes almost glowing in the dim compartment. “Bet you’re wondering why we grabbed you. Don’t worry, you’ll find out soon enough. First of all, you need to understand something. You don’t have your fancy little superpowers anymore. You’re mine now. You hear me? You’re nothing. I could do anything to you and you couldn’t stop me.” Kara was shaken by this, but didn’t show it. “Nnnn...” she protested through the gag. She looked up at him with defiant eyes, trying to control her breathing. The man met her gaze and laughed. “You disagree? Well let me educate you on reality.” He struck her with his right fist right between the eyes. Bright flashes flew before her eyes, then the excruciating pain. It was all Kara could do not to cry. This blow hurt worse than the blasts from the discs. She realized then that her invulnerability was virtually nonexistent.
“That was lesson one”, he said rising off her. Flipping her onto her stomach he laughed, “Time for lesson two!” Lying down with his side against her bound wrists, his hand reached out for the hem of her skirt. Kara groaned under his weight and tried to twist him off, but it was useless. He laughed at her futile struggles. “This is a pretty little skirt, girl. Let’s see what you got under it.” Kara’s eyes went wide. ‘No!’ she thought, ‘he can’t..’ Jesse pulled the skirt back towards her stomach revealing the high cut red panties she wore. He reached forward with his left hand and seized the rope binding her ankles. Pulling it forward, her legs began to bend, spreading her crotch. Holding her in this position, the fingers of his other hand began to move along her inner thigh slowly tracing its outline back up to her pelvis. Kara started to scream into her gag, trying to move her hands but the man’s body smothered them. ‘This can’t be happening’ she thought. Within moments, his fingers reached the edge of her panties, slowly but relentlessly working their way under them. A tear fell from Kara’s eyes as she felt his fingers move along the smooth lips of her vagina. He teased the bound girl for a few minutes, stroking and pressing against her nether lips, never totally penetrating them, knowing he was torturing her. He was surprised when his fingers felt a familiar resistance. “Dear Lord, my little whore’s still a virgin! Don’t worry I’ll fix that. But first...” Jesse looked over his shoulder, saw the tears flowing down her eyes, heard her panting gasps and knew it was time. Without warning, he thrust his two middle fingers into her. “Mmmmphhh!!!” Kara screamed, muffled by the red ball strapped in her mouth. Her muffled grunts were like music to Jesse’s ears. He pumped his fingers into her at a frantic pace. Kara wanted to die. The pain from the kryptonite was nothing compared to what this evil man was doing to her. Her body was beginning to react to his violation, her juices making it easier for his invading fingers to penetrate her. “You like it, don’t you little girl!” he laughed, “You never felt the touch of a real man before! I guarantee what I got in you now is nothing compared to what I’ll put in you soon!” She began to feel a sensation taking hold over her past the pain and the humiliation, a strange warmth spreading over her. Jesse had sensed it too. Another minute and she would come to an orgasm, probably the first he thought. So caught up with his actions, Jesse didn’t notice that the van had stopped moving. The doors flew open and Jesse was temporarily blinded by the daylight. He was completely unprepared for the fist that connected with his face, knocking him off the bound girl. Jesse was about to pull his gun but James was faster, leaping forward and pinning him to the floor. “Jesse!! What in the hell are you doing? We had strict orders from Johnny! Grab the girl and bring her to him! What part of that do you not understand?” Jesse slowly regained your composure and with a sheepish grin said “Sorry, brother. Didn’t think Johnny would mind me getting a sample.” James grabbed his brother’s shoulder. “You always had poor impulse control. We’re professionals. We do the job we’re paid to do and nothing else. Besides, we’ll get to have a taste of her soon enough, and that little Superslut as well.” Kara looked at the smiling twins, terrified. “Now get up front, I’ll stay with the little miss.” James said pushing Jesse towards the door. Minutes later, they were on the road again.
An hour later, James dragged a struggling Kara out of the van. The room was spacious, a few boxes and crates scattered on the floor. James and Jesse each grabbed one of her arms and carried her through a door at the far end of the room. Max followed a few steps behind them. They entered a darkened room, a group of computer monitors on the far wall the only source of illumination. Kara could barely discern the outline of a man sitting behind a desk. She heard the man speak, “Good work, boys. Knew you’d get the job done. Lose the gag.” Jesse removed the ballgag. Kara saw the man rise from the desk and approach them. “Lights”, the man ordered, and the room was filled with light. She looked at the tall man before her, focusing on the metallic appliance where his eye should be. “I remember you. You’re Johnny…something.” “Rebel! It ain’t that hard to remember!”, he shouted, annoyed. He moved close to her, cradling her chin in his hand, forcing her to look up at him. “I promise you one thing girl, after today you’ll never forget my name.” Kara shrank back, frightened by the implications of this. “Why are you doing this?” she asked, “I’ve never done anything to you!” Rebel looked at her sternly. “Never said you did, kid. You’re just a means to an end.” He stepped behind her and pulled up her skirt. “Speaking of ends, you’ve got a fine one.” He smacked her shapely rump. Kara gasped as the twins chuckled. Rebel looked over at Max. “Go get the equipment set up, We’ll be down in a little while.”
Max went back out the door. Rebel smiled, “Turn her loose, boys. I think its time I gave my new girlfriend a taste of her new man!” The twins released her arms. James knelt down and cut the rope binding her ankles together. “Get on your knees, slut!” Kara looked at him, outraged. “No! I’m not some… whore! You can’t make me do…this!” Rebel looked at the pleading girl and could barely contain a laugh. “Actually, honey, that’s exactly what you are. And now you’ll get a whore’s due. Boys!” The twins each savagely struck the back of Kara’s legs with well-aimed kicks. “Aagghh!!!” she screamed with pain, falling to her knees. Moving to either side of her, they gripped her shoulders tightly, keeping her in place. Johnny strode up before her, loosening the buckles on his tight pants. “Let that be a lesson to you. I tell you to do something, you do it or suffer the consequences.” He pulled his hardening member before her, the tip nearly touching her lips. “Now open that pretty mouth, or do I need the boys to open it for you?” She looked up at the smiling man, tears in her eyes. She wanted to fight, but the kryptonite had rendered her powerless. There was nothing she could do.
Slowly, her lips parted. Wasting no time, Rebel shoved the head of his cock past her lips. “Now, baby its time for Cocksucking 101.” He spoke in a scholarly tone, “A man was placed his johnson in your mouth. Start by licking the tip with your tongue. Now!” Kara hated the taste but slowly began to comply. She was awkward at first, her tongue slapping against the bulbous cockhead. He withdrew it and slapped her face savagely. “Wrong, bitch!” he scolded, “Don’t fight it, Caress it, work your tongue on it like an ice cream cone! Now get it right!” He thrust it back into her mouth. She did as she was told and was disgusted to hear his groans of pleasure. Suddenly, Rebel began thrusting forward, shoving his entire length into her mouth. “Second lesson, the man is now moving the aforementioned johnson in and out of your mouth. Move your tongue across the bottom; it makes the man feel great! And don’t even think of biting me, I can assure you that you wouldn’t live long enough to enjoy it.” Kara knew the twins would fulfill his threat. She did as she was told, her tongue caressing the fleshy invader. She felt the head collide against her throat, it was all she could do not to gag. Rebel kept giving commands “Keep your lips tight against it! Suck!!!” For several minutes he stopped talking, the only sounds were the wet sucking of her lips, Rebel’s groans of pleasure and the twins’ laughter. Suddenly he grabbed the sides of her head and savagely pounded into her. “And now…the man…CUMS!” Holding her tight against his pelvis, Kara felt the hot liquid fill her throat. “Now the whore must swallow the man’s seed.” Kara could barely breathe with her face in his pubic hair. She had to swallow his foul issue. He held her for a full minute, pumping every drop down her throat. He pushed her off him, and she fell to the floor, utterly defeated. “Here endeth the lesson.” He chuckled, “She’s got a future in this business. Time to bait the trap. Get her ready for Phase II. By this time tomorrow, I’ll be giving the same lesson to Supergirl!” The twins each grabbed the beaten girl’s arms and dragged her to the door. Kara felt completely humiliated, These men planned to do even more unspeakable things to not only her, but to Linda as well! She struggled against her bonds, knowing there was nothing she could do.
The next day
Linda Danvers felt glad to be home as she approached the door to her parents’ house. The last few days had been an ordeal. The battles she had fought as Supergirl were nothing compared to the trials of the Teacher Certification Exams she’d just completed. When Leesburg High offered her a position teaching Art, she had no idea she’d have to jump through so many hoops. State law required a certificate to teach, and without the prerequisite college degree she was forced to take an elaborate accelerated program to be granted eligibility. She’d been in Metropolis for the last three days, staying with Clark and Lois. She always looked upon their relationship with admiration and a little envy. She hadn’t found anyone to share anything more intimate with than a cup of coffee. She brushed those thoughts away, content with the pleasure of being home again. She wondered how Kara was doing, yesterday was her first solo patrol. She thought about calling last night, but she didn’t want her to think she didn’t have faith in her abilities. ‘Self-esteem was very important at her age’, she thought, ‘Come to think of it, it’s important at mine as well’. She was about to fit her key in the lock when the door suddenly opened. Her mother rushed forward and hugged her tightly, a difficult feat for a woman seven months pregnant. “Linda! Thank God you’re here!” She could feel her mother’s tears falling on her shoulder. Linda gently grasped her mother’s shoulders and pushed her back. “Mom, what’s wrong? Is it the baby?” Edna Danvers took a moment to compose herself, then shook her head. “No, the baby’s fine. Come in, I’ll explain.” They went inside the house and sat on the couch in the living room. She held her mothers hand in both of hers, trying to calm her. “Tell me.” she said. Edna took a deep breath, then looked Linda in the eye. “You, or rather, Supergirl have to go to the police station and see your father.” Linda stood, growing even more concerned. “What’s wrong?” Her mother said, “Linda, its Kara. She’s missing.”
Minutes later, a familiar form descended from the sky and came to rest near the entrance to the Leesburg Police station. As she walked through the vestibule, striding toward the robbery/homicide division her father ran she saw the men gawk at her. Her flawless body captivated them; the tight white half shirt that looked like it was painted on, her well toned, flat stomach, the impossibly short skirt showing off long sculpted legs that ended in red leather boots. Most of the men (and some of the women) were in love or lust with her. She was completely oblivious to them as she walked through the door of her father’s office. Lieutenant Fred Danvers sat at his desk, looking over reports. “About time you showed up, lady! You think us lowly cops got nothing better to do than wait for you to slip us into your schedule!” “If you spent half the time you take berating me on doing your job, you wouldn’t need me.”, she replied with the same caustic tone “Now what is it?” She knew her father didn’t mean what he’d said, they had developed this adversarial relationship in public to eliminate any chance of someone making a connection between Fred Danvers and Supergirl. This was particularly important since the only thing that distinguished Supergirl from Linda Danvers was a blond wig.
Closing the door to his office, his face immediately softened. “Glad you’re back. We’ve got a situation. Look at this” Danvers pulled a long pink box. She opened the box, and her eyes grew wide, she reached in and removed Kara’s cape. She hoped it wasn’t hers, but as she studied the cape, she saw the strange markings near “S” emblem on the back. The characters were the kryptonian word for cousin, Kara had pointed it out to her several weeks ago. “When did this arrive?” she asked. “Three hours ago. I was going to call Metropolis when your mother told me you’d arrived. Honey..”, he hesitated for a few long seconds, “There’s something else.”
He grabbed the remote on his desk and turned on the television in the far corner of his office, activating the DVD player. A field of black replaced the snowy picture; a blood red line ran the length of the screen. A voice began to speak with a hoarse echo that she knew had been electronically altered. As it spoke, the red line began moving up and down like an EKG monitor. “Hello, police. This message is for Supergirl. Hopefully, they’ve succeeded and she is now listening to this. As you probably know, I have a friend of yours with me. As you can see, she’s in the best of hands.” The field of darkness faded, and suddenly Kara was there. Linda’s eyes grew wide as she took in the scene. A man’s white gloved hand held her up by her hair. Her arms were bound behind her and a silver collar was around her neck. Gagged, she was barely conscious, her eyes glazed over. ‘What have they done to her?’ she thought, as a knot of rage grew in her stomach. Suddenly Kara vanished and the black screen and red line appeared again. The disembodied voice began again: “You friend is a sweet little piece of ass. But she’s not the one we want. If you don’t want her back in pieces, you’ll be at the following coordinates by 11:55 today.” The digits flashed across the screen; Linda looked over at Danvers’ desk clock, it was 11:51. “Neither you or the police will contact anyone. If you are late, bring anyone with you or carry tracking devices, your pretty little partner pays the price.” The image flashed back to Kara, still held in the same position. Another hand, wearing a black glove, entered the frame, this one carrying a wicked knife. Linda looked in horror as the hand took the knife and casually dragged it against Kara’s cheek, small drops of her blood seeping from the cut. She saw the fear and pain in her eyes and impotently balled her fists as the voice said: “I trust we understand each other. See you soon.”
Linda flew faster than she ever had before. She was several hundred miles from Leesburg, sick with worry for Kara. She left the police station as soon as the tape ended. Her father tried to warn her what an obvious trap this was. It didn’t matter; Kara was completely defenseless, the man on the tape had actually drawn blood. “They could do anything to her!” she told her father before streaking off into the sky. Minutes later, she came to a halt, standing in mid-air. These were the coordinates, she thought, but where were they? She slowly spun in a circle, scanning the immediate area; she saw nothing but blue skies and white clouds. She suddenly heard a sound behind her. She quickly turned, looking down at a silver disc hovering before her. A note with her chest emblem on it was taped to the top of the disc. She removed the note, and read the three words printed in big block letters on it: TICK…TICK…BOOM! Just as she finished the note, a large burst of energy erupted from the disk, enveloping her. When the effect subsided, she had vanished.
‘What the hell was that?’ Linda thought, trying to clear her eyes after the explosion. She was no longer in the sky, but in a building. It wasn’t an explosion, but some kind of a teleportation effect. She took a moment to study her new surroundings. She was standing in a barely lit hallway with a partially open door at the far end. She slowly walked down the hall, quickly gathering her bearings. Seconds later, she walked through the doorway into a small auditorium. No chairs were on the floor but a stage was at the far end of the room, the curtains drawn. A spotlight shone on a man standing before the stage. She flew the distance separating them, landing a few feet away. She thought she recognized him. “Welcome, Supergirl. You remember your me?” She had heard that voice before. Johnny Rebel. She had busted up several of his robberies since she had returned home. He tried the revenge route once before, just after Kara arrived. Together, they had made short work of him. It was difficult to believe he was behind this. He stood with his arms folded over his chest, a smug smile on his lips. She was going to enjoy removing that expression. “Where is she, you bastard? What have you done with her?” she demanded, striding towards him. Rebel replied, “There’s no call for that language, Supergirl. As for your little friend, she’s just fine. Been enjoying a bit of my hospitality. Yes, ma’am, we’ve been giving her the royal treatment, as you can see.” He snapped his fingers and the curtain parted. Linda couldn’t believe her eyes.
Kara was at the center of the stage, her arms above her head. Her wrists were handcuffed, the cuff chain running through a metal ring the hung from the ceiling. She still wore the silver collar she had in the video but now she was ballgagged. She was straddling a wooden sawhorse, her legs bound with ropes at the mid-thigh. Her knees were bent, ankles tied together above the top of the sawhorse, strapping her into it. The top of the sawhorse had been shorn at the sides to form a point. From her position her crotch was pressed tightly against the pointed edge, her bound legs and ankles holding her inner thighs tight against the rough wood. Her skirt was pulled up to her midsection, exposing her panties. The thin fabric offering little protection to the lips of her vagina spread against the rough wood. Kara was looking over at Linda, trying to say something, but the gag muffled her. Rebel laughed, “The little lady got a mouth on her, that’s why I had to muzzle it.” Linda felt a cold rage gather in her. She smashed her fist into Rebel’s jaw, knocking him off his feet into a nearby wall.
She leapt onto the stage and looked into Kara’s eyes. “I’m so sorry, Kara. Don’t worry I’ll get you out of this.” She reached up to free her bound wrists. When she tried to grasp the chain, her hand passed through it as if it wasn’t there. Confused, she reached out for Kara’s arm and again her hand passed through. Her eyes went to the floor and immediately saw the projectors on either side of stage, concealed by the stage curtains. Her eyes grew wide. ‘A hologram! This is a ...” Before she could complete that thought, an energy beam struck her from behind. Screaming, she fell to the floor, writhing in pain from the vicious blast. Her back felt like it was on fire! She slowly began to rise off the floor. She was on all fours, her arms barely supporting her, when she realized she wasn’t alone. “Look here, James.” She heard a voice above her say, “I think we got us a genuine superheroine in out midst.” She looked up and saw two men standing on either side of her. Both men were shirtless, each wearing baggy pants, one in black the other white. What seized her attention were the poles they carried. They were a little over two feet long with glowing pincers at the ends. The man in the dark pants grinned. “I think we do brother. I always wanted to meet one. You know, close up. So close I could just reach out and touch her!” He kicked her in the side, knocking her back onto the floor. She lay on her back, panting, trying to catch her breath. The other man leaned down, examining her. “This isn’t just any superheroine, brother, this is Soo-per-girl!” He enunciated every syllable in her name, making it an insult. “She’s got the big “S” on her chest. That means she’s the best of the best!” The man in black thrust the device against her tight stomach. “Aiiieeeee!!!” Her screams echoed across the room. The shock was excruciating, the charge flowing through her entire body. The device suddenly withdrew, the residual energy passing through her limbs. Groaning in pain, Linda clutched her stomach, groaning in pain. Jesse laughed. “Best of the best, huh? Look likes she’s a bit overrated.” Jesse moved the pincers of the rod towards her head, tracing the line of her face. “Like our little toys? It’s a cross between a cattle prod and a taser. We like to use it on uppity bitches like yourself.” She tried to kick out at the grinning man, but he easily deflected her clumsy attack. James knelt down in front of her, grabbed her shoulder and rolled her on her side. She was too weak to resist as his hand reached back and pulled off her cape. He let her go and she sank back to the floor. He held the cape out in both hands revealing the four-inch hole that had been blown through it. “Sorry about your pretty cape. I didn’t think you’d survive that shot, but you’re just full of surprises.” He tossed the cape aside and looked down at her. He slid his hand down her abdomen, stopping at the top of her skirt. “Can’t wait to see the ones under here.” he said, working a finger under the skirt. She rose suddenly, slapping him. “Don’t you dare touch me!” she said defiantly. The blow didn’t hurt, but the fact of it amazed him, She stared at him, teeth gritted, eyes flaring. She was clearly in pain, but he saw the resolve in her eyes as she stared back at him. He was impressed by her defiance. “Lady’s still got some fight left in her. Let’s fix that.” He thrust the device in the same spot Jesse had kicked her and activated it for a full minute. “Nnnn…AIIIIEEEE!!”, she screamed, jerking and twitching even after the prod was moved away from her. “Bet that smarts, huh? Listen up, sweetness. From now on your life’s about two things: pain…” He shocked her again. Stunned, she didn’t move, her eyes glazed over, her mouth open. He leaned forward and kissed her roughly, his tongue invading her slack mouth. “…and pleasure. You can expect a little of the second and a helluva lot of the first.”
He reached forward and grabbed her arms, pulling them straight above her head. Crossing her wrists with one hand, he held them against the floor. “Let go of me!” she said, trying to twist out of his grasp. Jesse knelt down and chopped her throat with the side of his hand. She gagged from the blow, gasping for air. She was so dazed from the shocks and the neck blow, she barely noticed James’ hand moving over her chest, reaching out for the bottom edge of her shirt. Hooking his fingers in it, he pulled it back, exposing one of her shapely breasts. He groped it mercilessly, squeezing and clutching it. He noticed that the shocks had caused her nipples to harden. He began to play with the exposed nipple, his gloved fingers groping and twisting it. James looked up at Jesse and shouted, “Light her up!!” He placed the prod on her nipple and flipped the switch. Linda wanted to scream, but she didn’t even have the strength to do it. She twisted in his grasp, the back of her heels slamming impotently against the stage floor.
The pain was overwhelming. She had to get free, there was no way she could survive much more of this. She gathered herself, trying to get beyond the pain. She knew there would be only one chance at this. She focused all her concentration and unleashed a telekinetic blast at the man torturing her breast. He flew off the stage landing on the floor below. “Jesse!” James exclaimed, getting to his feet. With her hands freed, she rose shakily to her feet, nearly worn out from the effort. She grabbed James by the shoulder, spun him towards her and punched him solidly in the jaw, knocking him out cold. The punch took what little strength she had left and she nearly fell down. Smelling something odd she looked down at her exposed nipple, wisps of smoke still rising from it. She gingerly examined it, and found no permanent damage. Pulling her shirt back down, She fixed her shirt, covering the exposed breast. She glanced over at her unconscious torturers; furious at how severely they had hurt her. ‘Have to find Kara!’ she thought. She looked down on the floor, over to where Rebel had landed. He wasn’t there. ‘Where did he go?’ she thought. Suddenly an arm wrapped around her waist, pinning her arms to her sides and a hand gripped her throat. “My, you are a tough one, ain’t you? I’m going to take such sweet pleasure in taming you.” Rebel whispered in her ear. She began to struggle against him when she heard a crackling sound under her chin. An energy pulse surged through her, far more powerful than the prods. After a full minute of this assault, he dropped her to the floor, nearly unconscious. She looked up at him with unfocused eyes, saw his hazy outline. The bottom of his foot seemed to hover above her. “Now it’s your turn to lose, bitch.” he said as his foot began to descend. “Pleasant dreams.” The boot seemed to fill her vision and then blackness.
Her eyes were closed, but a bright light was penetrating her eyelids. She was about to open her eyes when she heard someone whistling right next to her. She decided not to announce her return to consciousness; it would be better to find out what was going on first. She could tell she was sitting in some kind of chair. She tried to move her arms and wasn’t surprised to find she could not. Her arms were behind her back, some kind of straps binding them together at the elbows and wrists. Some kind of object (possibly a backrest?) was behind her back and in front of her arms, forcing her to arch her back. Her legs were tied together just below her knees and at the ankles with the same kind of straps binding her arms. She tested her bonds; they held her fast. The whistling man lifted her head up by the chin, moving her hair away from her face. She felt something like a cloth moving past her forehead. ‘What was that? What are they doing to me?’ She was worried; Rebel had made it clear he wanted to hurt her in every way imaginable. She heard the whistling move away from her and a door close. Hearing nothing else, she decided to risk opening her eyes for a moment.
She couldn’t have been more surprised. She was looking at herself in a vanity mirror, lights framing three sides of the mirror mounted on a tabletop loaded with various makeup products. What was going on? She was in another room, much smaller than the previous one. There was a door a few feet behind her. She strained against her bonds, but once again, they held fast. She caught a glance of her face in the mirror. She couldn’t believe it. They had applied makeup on her face! Her cheekbones were rouged and defined, her lips were painted a ruby red and her eyelids were covered in a fluorescent blue eyeshadow. She wasn’t sure why Rebel was giving her this little makeover, and she had no intention of finding out. She strained with all her might against her arm bonds. The sudden snap at her wrists made her smile. She started to pull against the remaining strap, not noticing the man walking up behind her. He pulled a small smoke colored bottle from his pocket and spilled the contents into a rag. Crouching low, he sprang forward on the unsuspecting Supergirl, wrapping his left arm around her neck, the other hand clamping the rag over her nose and mouth. “Nnnn…Ummmph!!!” she cried, the fumes filling her lungs, quickly robbing her remaining strength. Her hands flailed weakly, her arms still bound behind her back. The last thing she heard before the darkness fell was Max scolding her “Now look what you did you little tramp! Now I’ve got to make you up all over again!”
A swift kick to the stomach awakened Supergirl. She lay on her side on a shag rug, the fibers tickling her nose. Her bonds had been replaced, her arms her folded behind her back, her forearms bound together in a single manacle, her wrists at her elbows. She felt the weight of the manacles on her ankles, and heard the clinking of the chains running between them as she moved. She looked up to see Rebel sitting on a plush couch in front of her, smiling. “I love watching you sleep, Supergirl. But now, its time to go the work. Now get up on your knees.” Bound as she was, it was a difficult feat to accomplish, but she managed to do it. As she rose she looked at her surroundings. Besides the couch, she saw a coffee table, love seat and other furnishings. She saw that wall treatments were only on two sides of the room, there was cabling on the floor, various lights hanging from the ceiling and several cameras on either side of the couch. It was like some kind of a movie set. She looked at Rebel. “What’re you doing Rebel? What’s the meaning of all this?” Arms outstretched against the couch, Rebel smiled, “In a word, sweetheart: revenge. For my entire career, you capes have gone out of your way to ruin my livelihood. I finally settle into a nice town ripe for the picking, and you show up in your tight little outfit and blow it all to hell. Well, it’s time I got mine. I could’ve just killed you, but I came up with a much better plan. You and your little gal pal are going to star in your very own film. I call it ‘Supergirls-Too Hot for TV!’ It’s a great role for you; the captured superheroine forced to submit to her captors…all night long!”
Linda couldn’t believe her ears. She figured Rebel wanted to hurt her, but this was unbelievable. She had to stop this. Focusing her concentration, she tried to fire a telekinetic blast at the smiling villain. “AAAAHHH!” she screamed as a searing pain shot through her brain. Nearly collapsing from the pain, she tried to catch her breath. Rebel sat forward, grabbing her arm. Tilting her head up he looked down at her. “I wouldn’t recommend you trying that again. I did a little research on you babe. Your powers are mostly psionic in nature. And with this number strapped on you…”his hand tapped the thin metal collar around her neck, “…you go from Supergirl to just a girl. So let that be a warning. Try to resist and get your brain fried.” She shook free of his hand, and pulled against the metal binding her arms, but it was no use. She saw a short man in rumpled clothes walking about the set, setting up cameras and lights. She recognized him as the man that had applied the makeup. Rebel noticed her looking at him “Meet the production staff, Supergirl. Max here was a small time thief and big time pornographer/blackmailer in Metropolis once upon a time. After Intergang got busted up, he fell out of favor with the new crime bosses. He’ll be directing our little feature. We ready to shoot Max?” Max nodded enthusiastically. “Okay, this is the first scene: You’ve been captured and taken back to my lair. You are then forced to pleasure me with your mouth.” Max came over and leaned near the pair, moving his hands as he spoke: “You’ll go down on him for all your worth, then he comes in face. We end the scene with you licking his cock clean. Any questions?” Enraged, Linda launched herself at the sick little man. Her bonds made it impossible for her to get close to him. Max still jumped back, frightened. She turned back to Rebel. “There’s no way I’m doing this. I don’t care what you do to me.” Rebel rose, moved behind her and in a rapid motion, wrapped his arm around her neck and pulled her up into a standing position. Pulling her close to him, he hissed in her ear: “You may not care about what I do to you, but how about her?” Linda’s eyes grew wide. Just beyond all the equipment behind the couch, a large monitor was mounted on a pedestal. Rebel pointed towards it and the screen came on. Kara was there, her arms were above her head, wrists in manacles suspended from a chain running to the ceiling. Her ankles were manacled, a three foot bar between them, spreading her legs. One of the twins stood behind her, one hand squeezing Kara’s breast. He held the same prod he tortured her with earlier, slowly moving it against Kara’s crotch. Ballgagged, she moaned against his assault. She tried to slip out of Rebel’s grasp, but he held her firm. He said, “Now you will cooperate, or Jesse is gonna stick the prod up that little girl’s snatch and fry it like an egg. We understand each other now?” Linda closed her eyes for a long moment, then silently nodded. He pushed her back down to her knees. “Allright Max!” he said, “Let’s shoot this fucker!”
“Action!!” Max shouted. Rebel and Supergirl were both sitting on the couch. Rebel had his hand around her throat. “Okay, Superslut, time to service your master. Get down on your knees.” She moved to the floor, dreading what would happen next. Rebel pushed his pants down to his boots, freeing his hardening member. “Get to work, bitch, you know what to do!” Unfortunately, she did. Max had described the action, blow by blow, pun definitely intended. She slowly opened her mouth, licking his large testicles. She took one into her mouth and sucked on it, nearly gagging from the taste. His cock quickly grew to its full 9-inch length. She slowly moved her tongue up the underside. Rebel rested his head against the top of the couch, moaning softly. She finally reached the tip, precum already leaking from it. Her skillful tongue stroked his cockhead for a full minute. Rebel suddenly reached out, grasped the top of her head and pushed her down, his member filling her mouth. She was nearly choked by this sudden move. “Suck it!” He demanded. Knowing the consequences for noncompliance, she tightened her lips against him and began moving up and down his length. She saw the red light of the cameras, catching her “performance” from several angles.
The humiliation continued for several minutes, Rebel occasionally pulling her off his cock to suckle his balls. She was aggressively sucking him, trying to bring him off quickly when she felt hands on her rear end. She raised her head and looked behind her. One of the twins knelt there, pulling up her skirt. What was going on? Max didn’t say anything about this! She looked up at Rebel, who smiled. “I’m a generous man. I like to share my property with my boys. Now get back to work!” He pushed her head back down. She started to suck him again, gasping as she felt James rip away the thong she wore under her skirt. He then forced two thick fingers into her. He sawed his fingers into her for a full minute. She could feel herself begin to lubricate and cursed at her helplessness. She felt his cockhead on the lips of her vagina, rubbing against them, her juices coating it. Rebel looked over at the grinning James. “Remember, take her in the ass! I get first crack at the snatch!” The camera caught Linda’s look of wide-eyed shock at Rebel’s words. James produced some a small white tube from his pocket. He squeezed the contents onto two fingers and smeared at over her anal ring, thrusting them beyond it a few times. The thick organ in her mouth muffled Linda’s cries of defiance. James grasped his cock and thrust into her ass. “Unnnnnh!!” Supergirl moaned, half his length filling her. Clutching her sides with both hands he began to thrust into her, the cameras catching all of the action. She tried to twist free, but the thick members filling her two holes trapped her. “The high and mighty Supergirl”, James taunted thrusting even harder into her, “How powerful do you feel now? You’re nothing! Just another slut that needs to know her place!” He slapped her ass, the lubricant squeezing out as his huge member filled her.
The assault continued for the several minutes until Rebel pulled her head back. “All right, time for the main event! James pulled out of her ass, grabbing her middle and forcing her up into Rebel’s lap. Pulling her legs apart, her wet crotch hovered above his hard cock. Holding her up by the neck, Rebel grabbed her shirt and lifted it to reveal her full breasts. He began to lick the erect nipples, taking one into his mouth and sucking it. The violations she had endured were taking their toll. She could feel her body responding to the assaults; an orgasm would come soon if He kept this up. She looked over at the monitor. Kara was staring intensely at something off camera, tears falling down her cheeks. ‘Oh no!’ she thought ‘She must be looking at me!’ She saw Jesse holding her head with both hands, forcing her to watch the older woman’s rape. She saw him laugh as he licked the tears from her cheeks. James suddenly blocked the monitor. Holding his cock before her, pushing it towards her lips. “Let’s see if that mouth is as good as that ass!” She slowly parted her lips and he thrust in. She nearly gagged on his organ when she tasted the blood on it. Her blood, she realized, frightened. At the same time, Rebel lowered her onto his long cock, filling her completely. Gripping her legs tightly, her moved her up and down his long shaft, her moans of pain muffled by the thick tool in her mouth. Jesse clutched both sides of her head sawing his cock into her mouth with powerful thrusts. She strained against her bonds, but it was futile. She was completely helpless in the grip of her rapists. And the cameras caught every moment of it.
“Uuhhh…Plss…Sttpp!!” Kara pleaded through her ballgag, watching Supergirl’s rape on the monitor. She couldn’t believe what they were doing to Linda! She pulled on her bonds but she had no strength. Rebel had decided to remove the kryptonite collar a few hours ago before the effects became fatal. He replaced it with a smaller piece, about the size of a golf ball, which hung from a chain around her neck. The rock wasn’t enough to kill her, but it did keep her powerless. Jesse was behind her, his hand in her hair, forcing her to look at the monitor. “What’s the matter, baby? Your little girlfriend’s having the time of her life and you’re back her bawlin’. I think I know why. You’re jealous she’s having all the fun. Let’s see what I can do about that.” Letting his prod drop to the floor, his hand lifted her skirt and worked his fingers under her panties. “You’re feeling a little damp here” he laughed as his fingers roughly probed the lips of her vagina. “Well now, looks like seeing your Sis get worked over is getting you all wet. Time to get those juices really flowing!” He began to stroke her nether lips, a finger occasionally thrusting into her. In a few seconds his fingers found her engorged clitoris and began rubbing it with his thumb and forefinger. “Uuhhh…Plss…Nnnn!!” Kara moaned, her muffled cries making Jesse smile.
Suddenly, his fingers moved away. He moved in front of her, his face inches from hers. His hand moved up before her and she saw he has holding something. When she heard the metallic click, she instantly tensed. The gleaming blade appeared before her eyes, small specks of her blood on it from when he’d cut her cheek before. He moved it up along the line of her face up to her right eye. “Don’t move now, I’d hate to cut you…by accident.” Jesse taunted as the knife moved away. He grasped the end of her skirt and began cutting away at it. Soon all that was left was a few inches of it, just beyond her belt. “Much better, just one more thing” Jesse said, his fingers hooking into her panties, and ripping them away. “Perfect, you’re almost ready for you film debut.” He picked up the prod, and began rubbing the handle back and forth across her nether lips. The handle’s grooved edges stimulated her sensitive clit and seconds later, the handle was coated with her juices. Twirling the prod on his finger, he put the pincers against her slit and activated it. “Aggghhhhhh!!” she screamed, her body shaking in her bonds. He held it there for a few more seconds and saw her eyes roll up in their sockets. She had fainted. He pulled up head by the hair, her mouth open. “Did you get it, Max?” The little man stood a few feet away still looking through the lens of the handheld camera. “Every last bit. This is gonna be the best film I ever shot. Cut her down and bring over to the main set.” He unlocked the manacles and set her down on the floor. He took two leather straps and bound her arms, first at the elbows, then at the wrists. He reached down and released the bar between her ankle manacles. He threw his young captive over his shoulder and walked over to the set.
“Oh yeah, take it all, Superslut!!” Rebel howled thrusting into Supergirl. Both were on the couch, lying on their sides. Rebel was behind her, his right hand holding her right leg up keeping her defenseless pussy spread. Linda was mortified. Rebel, a second rate villain at best, had defeated, no, subjugated her. The relentless pounding she was taking was overwhelming her. She could feel herself slipping to the pleasure of the experience, being dominated by this man. Her body knew it too; she could feel the orgasm building within. Rebel knew she was nearly finished, all it would take was a few more seconds. He moved suddenly, flipping her onto her stomach. He slipped back into her and pumped relentlessly. Gripping her rolled up skirt with both hands, using it as a brace, he began a new rhythm: nearly pulling completely out of her and then savagely ramming his full length back in. “No..No..Please!! No more!!”, Linda screamed, her eyes filled with tears. Each thrust was taking a little more of her will. Max’s cameras were catching her humiliation from every angle. She knew her climax was coming, her breath became ragged as her resistance faded. Rebel sensed it too, and began to quicken his pace. The sound of flesh slamming against flesh filled the room for a long moment. “Aiiieeeee!!!”, the bound girl cried in defeat as the orgasm washed over her. Rebel felt her muscles contract on his cock and with a groan of triumph filled Supergirl’s womb with his seed. He thrust into her three more times, emphasizing his victory of her. He saw Jesse coming in with the other girl. Excellent timing he thought. He lifted Supergirl up and sat her on his lap. Rebel whispered to her: “Now we move on to scene 2. The young ingenue is raped by the two henchmen.”
Jesse tossed the unconscious teen to the floor in front of the couch. Supergirl tried to rise from the couch but Rebel held her fast. “No, no.”, he said, “You’ve had your fun, it’s her turn now.” Jesse was kneeling down, Kara’s legs draped over his shoulders. His hands held her lower body up, her shoulders against the floor. He thrust his tongue into her wet snatch, teasing her sensitive clit. James was down by her head, groping her breasts. Kara’s eyes fluttered open, slowly awakening. Her eyes grew wide as she realized what was going on. She tried to free her legs, but Jesse held her tightly. James held her shoulders tightly against the floor. Kara’s head turned side to side, trying to resist the sensations Jesse’s oral ministrations were bringing. “About time you broke this cherry, don’t you think? James asked his brother. Jesse continued his oral assault for another minute before his head moved off from Kara. “I do believe you’re right, brother.” He dropped one of her legs to the floor, trapping the other between his arm and body. He pulled the drawstring on his pants and removed them. His cock was so hard it was almost painful. Holding his cock, he began to move it along the folds of spread pussy. James pulled Kara’s head up, forcing her to look up at the seated Supergirl. “See there, little girl? That’s your mentor. My boss just rode her like the prize whore she is. Now its your turn.” Kara looked at Linda and was terrified by what she saw: defeat. There was no fire, no defiance left in her eyes. These evil men had beaten it out of her. She heard the click of a camera. She saw Max nearby, shooting frantically. “Gotta get this shot! It’ll be a collector’s item.” Jesse decided he’d teased enough. “Here it comes” He shouted, slamming his entire 10 inches into her. “No…Aieeeee!!!!”, Kara screamed as her hymen was obliterated by his vicious strike. Jesse leaned forward and began pumping, Kara gasping with each thrust, helpless to resist the twins assault. Rebel laughed, “Smile, honey. Our little miss is a woman now.” Linda glared at him, his hand on her shoulder, holding her close to him. James tugged Kara’s head down and moved his cock up before her lips. “Open up, slut.”, he commanded. When she tried to resist he reached under her costume and twisted her nipple, forcing her to cry out. He quickly slipped into her warm mouth, pumping into her.
Kara couldn’t believe she could hurt this much. She couldn’t believe it was happening to her. To be violated like this, to be so helpless. Since coming to earth, she never imagined being so victimized. She was a superhero, with powers that set her apart from everyone. Now she had been stripped of those powers, and now she was just another girl, an object to be used and abused. Jesse’s hard thrust seemed to hammer this point home to her. Jesse was in heaven. He loved this, she was so tight! He had taken a few virgins in his day, but she was better than any he had ever known. Watching her full lips wrapped around his brothers cock just made the experience that much sweeter. He could feel himself approaching climax. Holding her steady he slammed into her, trying to bring her off as well. James held her head and made long, deliberate thrusts into her mouth. She was too weak to resist, stroking the underside of his member with her tongue, trying to end it quickly. “Here it comes, you bitch!!” Jesse roared as he came, the hot seed flowing into her. James withdrew from Kara’s mouth and began stroking his member with his hand. Seconds later, the semen erupted, coating Kara’s cheeks and lips and chin. Linda, feeling completely defeated, wept at the sight of her raped young friend. The twins picked up the beaten girl and placed her on the couch next to Rebel, who clutched the two women to his chest. They looked at each other, each seeing the shared shame in the other’s eyes. Jesse leaned in from behind the couch and clutched Kara’s breast. “You are one incredible fuck, little lady. You rest up, I’m gonna ride you twice as hard next time.” Her breath caught at the thought of such an event. Max camera flashed incessantly as he photographed Rebel and the defeated heroines on the couch. “Great work, Johnny. I got everything. Hey what do you think about some girl on girl action? I bet a little super lesbian scene would send this thing through the roof!” Rebel shot the little man an icy glare. “No way. I don’t cater to that kind of thing and you’d do well not to mention it again.” Max started to protest, but thought better of it. “Now put a rough cut together so I can transmit it to the client.” Max nodded and began to collect the film stocks. Supergirl asked, “Buyer? Someone paid you to do this?” Rebel replied, “Of course, you think I’d go to all this trouble just because of you? Money’s all I care about. Someone wanted you defeated and humiliated. This was the best way to accomplish it.” She looked at him, quizzically. “Before you ask, I can’t tell you who hired me because I don’t know. They used an intermediary. I’m afraid you ladies will have to excuse me, I’ve got pressing matters that need my attention. Rising, he slapped their thighs, put on his pants and left the room. Kara leaned towards Linda, whispering “We’ve got to get out of here.” “I know” she replied, “First, we need to AAAAGGHHH!” her head tilted back as the shock from the prod ran through her. Kara looked up at James, who smiled back at her. Kara tried to rise from the couch but didn’t realize Jesse was behind her. His prod shot forward catching her in the ribs. Kara saw James pick up Linda just before she lost consciousness.
“You’ve received the file?” Rebel asked. He was sitting at his desk, looking at Isabel on the video monitor. She smiled. “Yes, you’ve done an excellent job. Your payment has been transferred to the account you specified. When will you initiate the final phase?” “Within the hour. You’re certain the device will work?” Isabel looked insulted. “Of course it will, has any of the equipment we furnished for this operation failed?” Rebel smiled, she had a point. “Good enough. Been good doing business with you. Since the contract is nearly complete, think you can tell me who I did this for?” With a sly smile she replied: “Johnny, my dear, of course not.” This screen went blank. Rebel wasn’t surprised. He wanted to know, but the 10 million in his Cayman account went a long way to alleviating his curiosity. He rose from his chair and picked up the large case on his desk. ‘Time to finish this’ he thought.
“Arrrgghhhh!!!!” Supergirl screamed, the pain almost tearing her apart. She stood in a cell, the chain of her ankle manacles running through a hook in the floor. She had tried to break the manacle binding her arms together when her collar activated; initiating a feedback loop that nearly fried her brain, as Rebel promised. She fell to one knee as the pain began to subside. She took several deep breaths, trying to regain her strength. She blinked away tears and looked over at Kara. She was on her knees, arms over her head. Her wrists were crossed and bound, tied off to a metal hook built into the wall. Streaks of dried semen were still visible on her face and neck. The kryptonite still hung around her neck, and she moaned softly from the pain it caused. “Damn it!” Linda cursed, “Still can’t break these. Kara can you use your heat vision, try to destroy this collar?” She shook her head. “Can’t…Kryptonite…too weak.” Linda didn’t like the sound of despair in her voice. “You’ve got to try Honey. I don’t know how much time we’ve got left before they come back. Please Kara, just try it.” Kara nodded, she closed her eyes, her brow furrowed in concentration. Suddenly her eyes opened and a faint red beam flowed from her eyes. The beams struck the collar and Linda could feel the heat building on it.
Suddenly, the room was filled by the sound of a key in the door lock. Kara let out an exhausted groan as her heat vision failed. Rebel walked in, carrying a silver briefcase. The twins followed, back in their tailored suits. “Hi girls, miss me?” Rebel said, standing before Supergirl. “Max is still editing, but I have to say I think you two definitely have a career in the adult film industry.” Linda was angry. “Go to hell, Rebel. What do you intend to do with us?” Rebel grabbed the bound heroine by the throat. “Why, just about anything I want, darlin. I was thinking of calling some friends over and having an old fashioned gangbang. Better yet, I could sell the two of you to some white slavers I know. Unfortunately for me, there’s no time for either choice, you’re to be released in about an hour.” Linda looked incredulous. “You’re letting us go?” He smiled. “Yep. I was paid to do a job and I’ve done it. Of course, before you go, we’ll have to make some modifications.” He handed the briefcase to James, who quickly opened it. Rebel reached in and produced a metal circlet, the same silver color of the discs that assaulted Kara. He held it up before Supergirl. “This little number is called a mnemonic scrambler. Apparently it can alter the brain’s memory engrams, or put simply, it wipes a person’s memory and implants new ones.” Linda’s eyes went wide. “You’re going to use that thing on us?” “I am indeed. When I’m done, you won’t remember anything about what happened here. My little insurance against you coming after me once the tape hits the public. Max is going to edit our faces out of the video so they’re won’t be any trails for your little super friends to follow. That’s my revenge on you, bitch. Why I see it, if you remembered what happened to you, you might get past it one day, find the strength to move on. But the uncertainty of not knowing, that will eat at you for the rest of your life.” Linda looked dismayed, realizing how right he was. Rebel walked over to Kara, his hand holding her hair. “I’ve got special plans for your little partner here. I’m gonna wipe her memory completely. Reprogram her to believe she’s my little sex slave. A girl with her talents will make me richer than you can imagine.” “No! You can’t!!” Kara shouted, trying to pull away from him. Rebel looked down at her. “Oh, I can and I will.” He released Kara and strode back to Supergirl. “Hold her boys!” The twins each grabbed an arm. Holding the device in both hands, Rebel held it over the struggling heroine’s head. “Goodbye, Supergirl. See you in your nightmares.” Linda tried to twist free, but the twins held her fast. She couldn’t let Rebel win. She had to stop him and there was only one way to do it. She glanced at Kara for a second, knowing it might be for the last time.
She focused her concentration and let loose with a massive telekinetic burst to Rebel’s face. The force of the blast knocked Rebel off his feet, through the open doorway into the adjacent wall. Linda waited for the inevitable pain of the feedback loop, but to her amazement, nothing happened. Kara’s heat vision must have damaged it! She pulled at her arm bonds, the metal tearing away like paper. Both the twins gaped in shock. Linda grasped James’ arm with both hands, lifted him off the floor and swung him into Jesse, knocking him into a nearby wall. Holding James off the ground, she threw a powerful uppercut to his jaw, snapping his head back. He grunted once and fell to the floor. She ran over to Kara, snapping first the chain around her neck then the ropes binding her wrists. She took the kryptonite, placed it inside the briefcase and shut it. Walking over to Kara, she helped the girl to her feet. “Are you all right?” Kara nodded, “I am now. Just need some time to get my strength back.” Linda replied, “Let’s get these jerks tied up and contact the police. I’ll…urrrkkkkhh!!” Her words caught in her throat as Jesse’s thick arm closed over it. “I’m not finished with you yet, slut!” Linda looked at Kara, renewed confidence in her eyes. “Go after Rebel, I’ll take care of this idiot.”
She walked out the door into the hallway, and saw Rebel slowly moving down the corridor. She was still weak, but she couldn’t let him get away. She ran towards the fleeing Rebel, launching herself into his legs. Both of them tumbled to the floor, Rebel managing to get on top of Kara, holding her arms against the floor. “You think you can stop me, you little whore? I took the both of you like the sluts you are. And I can do it again and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.” Before his hateful words would have terrified her. Now all she felt was anger at this evil man. Her anger became focused in narrow beams of heat that struck Rebel’s prosthetic eye, causing it to explode. “Yeaarrggh!” He screamed, holding his head. Kara sprang up and hit Rebel in the jaw, his head slamming against the hard floor. She straddled his chest and began punching him in the face. “How dare you do this to us!! How dare you!!” She yelled, her punches raining down on his face and chest. She kept hitting him, her hands wet with his blood. Suddenly a hand caught her wrist. Linda knelt down beside her, lowering Kara’s arm to her side. “Stop it Kara, we’ve got him and he’ll pay.” She whirled on her, tears in her eyes. “Pay? There’s only one way he could ever pay for what he’s done.” “I know how you feel, but we’re not like them. We have laws to obey. We can’t..” “Can’t what? Kill him? He violated you, those other men…they…they raped me!! Nothing can ever change that! They have to die! They have to! We have to make them pay!” Kara fell into Linda’s arms sobbing. ‘I wish we could’ she thought, ‘I really do.’
Two days later
Linda and her mother were walking out of the market, bags of groceries loaded in each arm. They were putting the bags in the car when Edna got her attention. “Linda, look.” She saw Kara flying over, darting through the air. “She looks so free up there, doesn’t she?” her mother asked. “Yes, she does. She’s back to normal, I think.” Her mother suddenly became pensive. “Are you sure you did the right thing? Using that device to remove her memories about what happened to the two of you?” Linda considered her mother for a long moment. “Yes I am. You didn’t see her Mom. She was so consumed by rage, if I hadn’t have stopped her, she might’ve killed him. She’s too young to have to carry the burden of what happened. The memory would make it impossible for her to have normal life.” Her mother sighed, Linda had never told her exactly what happened and in truth, she wasn’t sure she wanted to know. “Any idea who this Rebel person was working for?” “No, we searched his lair thoroughly and found nothing. Dad told me neither Rebel or his boys are talking. I’m afraid we might never know who masterminded this plan.” What really terrified Linda was the tape of their assault. No evidence was found of the tape and a search of his computer yielded nothing. Where was that tape?
The man sat back in seat, transfixed by the sight of Supergirl, her lips wrapped against a man’s shaft, bobbing up and down. The angle was perfect, catching the action and the anguished expression in her eyes. “Excellent work. I always thought she had a pretty mouth. Now what of our filmmakers?” The woman replied, “Max Blake had a massive heart attack last night. The Janus brothers met with an untimely end when their prison transport careened into a fuel truck early this morning. I’m afraid there were no survivors.” “Unfortunate for the driver. But what of the esteemed Mr. Rebel?” She smiled, “He’s been remanded to Lorton prison until his trial date. During an altercation in the prison yard the day after tomorrow, a former rival currently residing there on federal charges will fatally wound him. Soon after the assassin will himself be eliminated while trying to escape.” He nodded. “Excellent, what about the physical evidence?” All of the Apokloptian tech we supplied Rebel with has either been destroyed or the property of the FBI. Evidence will indicate Rebel obtained it from an unscrupulous STAR Labs employee. All branches that could be connected to us will be nonexistent by this time tomorrow.” She noticed that he was no longer paying attention. He has transfixed by the image of the younger Supergirl being pumped from behind. The woman stared down at him “May I ask a question?” He nodded. “Why did you have me trigger the release on Supergirl’s collar? I thought you wanted her eliminated.” The man chuckled, “Not at all. Killing the girl results in the attention of all her friends, particularly the Alien. No, to see her like this, completely dominated and knowing she’ll have to live with it for the rest of her life. That makes me extremely pleased. Now, come Isabel, finish your oral report.” He had released his hardening member from his trousers. The tall woman kneeled before him, grasping his tool so hard he gasped. “Very funny, I hate that name.” Mercy Graves said, her short brown hair highlighted by the light of the monitor. She took him into her mouth and began to suck. Alexander Luthor, 43rd president of the United States, moaned quietly as she worked him, glancing up at the monitor to watch the rape of his old paramour. It had truly been an excellent day.
The End