Linda’s eyes caught a headline in the international news at cnn.com. She held her steaming cup of coffee in both hands while she read the details. Another missing person. Another missing woman.
It had been like this for the last eight days. Each morning Linda would quickly scan the news during her breakfast coffee and each morning a new missing person would be listed. The media hadn’t picked up on the trend because the reports were sometimes local, sometimes international. But there was definitely a pattern. Linda couldn’t quite see it, but she knew it was there.
Her day at work had been fairly straightforward. She used her lunch break to make some calls to local police in the areas in the US where women had gone missing. She informed them that she was a reporter and wanted to know if there were any more details they knew of that she could report on to help locate this missing person. She learned that some new eyewitnesses had come forward as the last people who saw the missing women, but no one had actually seen them vanish. Linda made a mental note that the times these women were last seen had them all disappearing between three a.m. and six a.m. There were now too many coincidences and too many women who had gone missing to support more prosaic explanations. They must have been abducted.
At home, she pulled out a map of the earth and started marking the places where the abductions occurred. The dots seemed random and meaningless so she decided to look at it from different perspectives. She went over to her computer and entered the latitudes and longitudes of each location. As she looked at the numbers she realized that there had to be some sort of mathematical formula at work. After a few hours she came up with a fairly complex trigonometric function that seemed to translate each set of coordinates into the next set. It wasn’t perfect because she didn’t know the exact coordinates where the abductions took place, introducing an error into the equation. She ran the function on the last set of coordinates to produce the next two locations. Tonight’s was somewhere in north-eastern China. Tomorrow night’s looked like it was going to happen in Chicago. Linda knew Chicago pretty well. She had been there many times as herself and as Supergirl. She decided to check the news tomorrow to validate her theory. If she was correct, she’d have whoever was behind this captured tomorrow night. “Hah,” she thought to herself, “that was easier than I thought. When will these second-rate villains learn that you can’t defeat the greatest crime-fighting mind in the world?” She slept well that night.
The next morning Linda once again checked the international news service and sure enough there was a report of a missing woman from a small town in north-east China. This time, however, there were witnesses. Someone had seen the woman get pulled into a black van by unknown assailants which then proceeded to speed away. Checking some online maps gave her a more accurate latitude and longitude that she ran against the formula. The resulting set of coordinates were still in Chicago, and based on her degree of error between last night’s prediction and her more accurate numbers, tonight’s abduction would occur somewhere within a twenty-block radius of her predicted location. Her heart quickened. Once again, Supergirl would shine. She loved the attention that the media gave her and couldn’t wait to stand triumphantly before the press with their cameras flashing and live satellite feeds to the rest of the country, her quarry tied up at her feet.
Not wanting to leave anything to chance, Supergirl decided to arrive in Chicago at 1:30 a.m. She had spent the entire night preparing her costume and doing her hair. Her tight spandex uniform showed off all her curves just the way she wanted. Her “S” insignia stretched across her breasts and she smirked when she noticed the cool night air was causing her nipples to protrude through her uniform. She knew she could dress more conservatively, but there was something more powerful, almost erotic in emasculating some huge hulk of a man while dressed like a tramp. She pictured herself standing triumphantly, one foot on the villain while the photographers took their front-page pictures. How sexy would she look on the six o’clock news?
Supergirl paced impatiently on a rooftop in downtown Chicago, her red boots making clacking noises with each step. She had been waiting for almost two hours now and even her super patience was wearing thin. She had been all geared up for this capture and was beginning to wonder if her formula was wrong.
Suddenly she felt a strange sensation, like something new was in the air. The hair on the back of her neck stood at attention and it seemed to drop about a degree colder in temperature. As soon as it had happened several dogs and cats started howling and hissing in the neighbour hood. And then she heard the squeal of tires. It was coming from the north and by her estimate about five blocks away. She quickly flew to the scene just in time to see a woman getting dragged into a black van by men who were dressed all in black and wearing black balaclavas.
The woman in the van was trying to scream, but one of the men had his hand over her mouth. She was struggling and they were trying to subdue her. One pulled out a syringe and was about to inject the woman when they heard a voice call “Stop!” from behind them. They turned to see Supergirl standing in all her glory, legs shoulder-width apart, hands on her hips and her head slightly cocked to one side. The early morning breeze was making her cape flap gingerly in the wind and her long blonde hair gleamed in the streetlight that she was under. Her ruby-red lips, tightly pulled together, gave her a stern expression. The men froze for a second, staring at her. The woman in the van even paused in her struggles. Everyone was in awe at the sight of the mighty Supergirl and Supergirl loved every second of it.
The group stood frozen in place Supergirl on the street and the men in the van for about two seconds before the man with the syringe got things going again by jamming the syringe into the woman’s arm and injecting her with its contents. The woman’s eyes closed almost immediately and she slumped into her captors’ arms. The men who were outside the van quickly hopped in and closed the doors and the van started speeding off. Supergirl was taken aback by their brashness. “Some villains just never know when to give up,” she said under her breath.
Supergirl leapt into the air and landed gingerly about half a block in front of the van. She braced herself and held one arm out, her hand making the classic “stop” position. Instead of veering or stopping, the van sped up. “Stupid men,” Supergirl thought, “Don’t they know that I’m going to cut through that van like a hot knife through butter?” She moved her feet a bit, to ensure she had the best possible footing, closed her outstretched hand into a fist and waited with her eyes fixed firmly on the front of the van as it approached.
Ten feet before impact, Supergirl had a strange feeling that confused her at first but which she quickly recognized as the same sensation that she felt when she was on the roof earlier, only this time it was stronger. The hair on her the back of her neck shot straight up. Blue sparks started firing off the front of the van and for a second Supergirl felt slightly afraid. Just before the van hit her it seemed to get very cold and a bright flash of pure, white light blinded her. There was some sort of shockwave and Supergirl was blown backward, landing in a pile of garbage bags at the street corner. Immediately all the dogs and cats in the area started barking and hissing again.
Supergirl opened her eyes. The flash had temporarily burnt itself into her retinas but she could tell the van was gone. She rubbed her eyes and realized that she was sitting in garbage. She quickly got up. Her once neat hair was all disheveled, her clothes reeked of rotten food and she had landed with her ass in a puddle of garbage water which caused her miniskirt to cling uncomfortable to the back of her legs and drip its filthy water into her boots. She quickly took the skies to return home, praying that no one had seen her.
While her costume was in the washer and she was in the shower, Supergirl pondered the night’s events. It was now obvious how the kidnappers got around so easily; they used some form of teleportation. The electromagnetic fields that the teleportation process generated were the ones that caused the hair on the back of her neck to stand up and most likely caused all the animals in the area to go nuts. While the hot water poured soothingly over her naked body, Supergirl smugly reflected on the fact that she could sense the teleportation even faster than animals. She truly was a super girl!
As she dried herself off with a big fluffy towel she rationalized that tonight’s failure had been due to the villain’s unexpected use of teleportation. She chided herself for not realizing it sooner, but resolved that it didn’t matter anyway, because she was going to catch the crooks and make front page news.
Linda Danvers was out sick with the flu that day while Supergirl returned to the scene of the crime in Chicago. Normally traveling with only the clothes on her back, this time Supergirl brought with her a little piece of technology; a GPS unit. It took her awhile to get a fix on the location due to all the buildings impeding satellite signals but it wasn’t long before she had really accurate coordinates. Returning home, she plugged them into her formula. Tonight’s kidnapping was going to take place in the Philippines, but tomorrow night’s was going to happen right here in Metropolis! She decided to let the villains succeed in the Philippines to bolster their confidence, lest they change their pattern, forcing her to start from scratch. Besides, she didn’t know the Philippines that well, having only been to Manila once for a major press conference. As she hung up her costume to dry, she resolved to herself that tomorrow the kidnappers would pay.
It took some searching the next morning, but Linda eventually found an online newspaper for the town of Tagbilaran on the island of Bohol in the Philippines that reported a suspicious kidnapping involving a black van. It seemed that her appearance the night before last did not deter them. “Stupid villains,” Linda said to herself, “They have no idea just how much trouble they’re about to get into. They should know better than to try and kidnap women on my turf. Those pigs are going to get what’s coming to them.”
Using her GPS system, Supergirl located the coordinates of the next attack. It was a seedy area, lots of alleyways and dark corners. “Perfect for a kidnapping,” she remarked to herself. She was perched on another rooftop overlooking the empty street below when she started thinking. How did this formula that the kidnappers (and she) use always pick ideal places for kidnappings, and how come there is always a woman present to kidnap with very few, if any witnesses around? Something didn’t quite add up.
Her concentration was interrupted by the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. She felt the temperature drop and looked up and down the street to see where the van would come from. Further down the street to her left she noticed a small light a few feet about the pavement that seemed to be getting brighter. She wisely shielded her eyes and after a bright flash the van appeared, already speeding down the street. The cats and dogs in the area went nuts. The kidnappers had returned.
Supergirl stood overlooking the scene. As if by clockwork, a woman appeared from around the corner and started walking down the street. She paused when saw the van racing towards her. Supergirl knew she had only a few seconds to act. She used her x-ray vision to peer inside the van. One driver, four men in the back, and some piece of technology she didn’t recognize. She realized that the technology must be the teleportation device. She quickly formulated a plan and put it into motion.
The woman on the street stood frozen like a deer caught in headlights. The van slammed on its brakes and spun 90 degrees so that the rear of the van was facing her. The doors flew open and the four men in the back jumped out. The woman screamed and turned around to flee and almost ran right into Supergirl. The four men immediately froze in their tracks. Somehow, Supergirl had found them again, and this time she was much closer. The woman, visibly stunned, stepped clumsily out of the way and collapsed against a wall of a nearby building, sobbing. Supergirl stood there smirking at the villains. Before they could act, she looked into the open van and used her heat vision to destroy the teleportation device. The men looked at the sparking remains of their technology and cried out “Boss! Get outta here!”
The driver stepped on the gas and the wheels started spinning on the pavement. Before he could get any further, Supergirl used her heat vision to blow out the two rear tires. The van pitifully dragged on the ground a few feet before stopping. The “Boss” turned around in his seat and shouted to his men “Get her!” Two of them ran up to Supergirl and tried to punch her. She effortlessly deflected their hits and sent the two of them sprawling. The third man pulled a whip out his outfit that must have been concealed and whipped at Supergirl’s left arm. It didn’t sting as it struck her arm but it wrapped tightly around it. Supergirl reached with her right hand to undo the whip but the man flicked his wrist in a strange motion and the whip slackened and then encircled her right hand as well. Before Supergirl could react the man yanked on the whip, causing the whip to tighten and to bind Supergirl’s wrists together. She was stunned, but not worried. She looked up at the man holding the whip and said “Do you have any idea as to who you’re dealing with, little man?”
She was about to say more when the fourth man came up from behind her, grabbed her cape, and started wrapping it around her head. Supergirl was too shocked to think straight. He pulled down on the cape, putting her off balance and forcing her to arch her back towards the ground. The third man yanked on the whip and caused Supergirl to fall to her knees. Supergirl was furious! She had fought gangs before, gangs of twenty or thirty men and never before was she brought to her knees! “How dare you!” she shouted. “Now you’re really starting to piss me off!” and with that she flung her hands above her head, causing the third man with the whip to be flung into the air. The first two men who had just started to get off the ground stopped to watch him soar a good twenty feet away before he landed with a thud further down the street.
Not wasting any time, Supergirl brought one foot back onto the ground in order to stand up when the fourth man kicked her square in the back, sending her flying face first into the concrete. The first two men ran up and started kicking her in the sides. Their kicks were barely even noticeable by the Maiden of Might. She used the opportunity of them “pummeling” her to reflect on what was going on. These men weren’t that strong, and she had full strength (so there was no kryptonite nearby), so how was she getting pushed around so easily? While trying to figure out what was wrong she was unaware that the fourth man had come up behind her.
“Okay, bitch. We’re done playing. Time to get this party going!” he said to her in a gruff voice. She felt her skirt flip up against her back and his fingers slipped under the waistband of her briefs. “I’m gonna enjoy breaking in this ass. Hold her down” While the first two put their hands on her shoulders pinning her to the concrete, the fourth man slowly pulled on the briefs, exposing the start of her ass crack and her smooth white buttocks.
Supergirl had had enough. She had in the past gotten fairly good beatings from worthy adversaries but the humiliation she was about to suffer at the hands of these goons was unbearable. Not even her most deadly foes had dared disrobe her, and now it seemed that she was about to have all her assets put on display and get gang raped to top it all off. She pulled her act together and leapt to her feet, throwing the first two men onto the ground and knocking the fourth man on his back. She unwrapped her cape from her face and pushed her golden hair out of her eyes. Wasting no time she spun around and kicked the fourth man in the groin, sending him flying back. She spun around rapidly to unwind the whip from her wrists. She picked up the handle and looked over at the man who originally subdued her with the whip.
“Let’s see how you like a taste of your own medicine,” she announced and cracked the whip. It wrapped itself around the man’s neck. Supergirl pulled the whip back and the man was pulled through the air. She guided the whip so that he landed on the fourth man who was just about to get up. She used the whip to tie them up together and threw them into the back of the van.
Supergirl turned to the two other men, who were running in opposite directions. She leapt to the one on the left and grabbed him. She pulled a nearby street sign out of the concrete and bent it into a semi-circle around the man. She then picked him up and leapt over to the other man, pinning him down with his partner. She closed the street sign around both men, trapping them together and proceeded to throw them into the back of the van with the other two.
Pulling up her briefs and smoothing out her skirt, Supergirl said “That’s more like it. Now where’s the ‘Boss’?” The man identified as the Boss was still in the front seat of the van. Supergirl tore the door off the hinges and the man dropped onto the ground and cowered in fear.
“Please don’t hurt me, Supergirl. I give up.”
Supergirl smiled smugly and placed one foot on the man’s shoulder, kicking him onto his back. She stood there with her foot resting on his chest as he lay at her feet. Totally emasculated, just as she liked it. “That was easier than I thought,” she said to the man. “Now then, you have a jail to go to and I have a press conference to attend.”
She reached down and pulled the balaclava off of the man’s head. He was a fairly scrawny fellow with piercing blue eyes and dark brown hair cut short, but still quite wavy. He wasn’t at all what she was expecting. “Where are the other women?” she demanded.
“I’m not revealing their location to the police!” he said to her. “Take me to your press conference and I’ll announce it there.”
Supergirl was naturally suspicious of this. “How stupid do you think I am? I don’t have any time for this nonsense. You’re going to prison now!”
“Please,” the man begged. “I am a man of honor who was honestly beaten, and I believe that it’s only right that I announce that fact to the press.”
Supergirl wasn’t buying a word of this.
“Besides,” he continued. “I never wanted to hurt any of the women I’ve taken. If you ensure that international press is present at your conference then my announcing where the women are will allow other people in those countries to locate them faster. I wouldn’t want any accidents.”
“Why don’t you just tell me where they are? I can fly to each place and rescue the women myself,” Supergirl countered.
“If I did that, you would die,” said the man. “In the event that Superman or you were to locate the missing women we had them surrounded with enough kryptonite to kill you instantly had you gotten within thirty yards of it.”
Supergirl was confused. “If your goal was to kill me and Superman, why tell me about the kryptonite?”
“The kryptonite was if you serendipitously discovered the women, which naturally could impair our plans. Now that we’ve been captured, our plans have been blown to hell so there’s no point in killing you. Like I said, I never wanted to harm anyone.”
Supergirl did a quick check around. None of the other men had so much as stirred in the van and she seemed to have things under control. If he told the locations to the police it might take hours (or longer) to relay the information through the proper channels until authorities in other countries could act. And the missing women might not have those precious hours. The press was the quickest way to go. As much as she wanted the spotlight all to herself, she begrudgingly decided that someone else will have to take credit for rescuing the women; she’d have to be content with cracking the case.
“Very well; I’ll take you. But if you try anything at all I’m hauling your ass to jail.”
“All I want is for those women to be all right,” he pleaded.
A few phone calls by Supergirl to various press agencies was all it took to organize an international press conference. Supergirl also phoned the police and told them she had just broken up a major international kidnapping ring and that she would be bringing the crooks to the conference. She picked an outdoor amphitheatre she liked in a large park in Metropolis and flew there with her quarry, the van in one hand and the Boss in the other.
Quite a crowd had gathered. It was 9 a.m. by the time she arrived (she stopped to fix up her hair and make-up along the way), and was greeted by a cheering crowd of police, reporters and curiosity-seekers around the amphitheatre. Supergirl landed on the stage, placing the van near the back and setting the Boss down on his feet beside her. A glass podium had been erected with about 25 microphones on it. Cameras were snapping photos and video cameras were sending live feeds across the planet. It was better than Supergirl had imagined. She approached the podium, dragging the Boss with her. His hands were bound behind his back. Even though Supergirl was devouring the attention being paid to her she didn’t forget about the women who needed rescuing.
“Good morning, everyone,” she started. “I have an important announcement to make. I have just cracked a case of international kidnappers and there are several missing women that are in danger around the world and need help.” She was about to say more, but the Boss started chuckling. She turned her head towards him, brow furrowed in confusion. He was facing the floor, the same crestfallen posture he had worn up until now, but an evil grin was spread across his face.
“You stupid woman,” he snarled. Suddenly a huge energy field sprang up around the entire amphitheatre, covering it like a dome. Semi-transparent swirls of bluish and pinkish light shimmered as air molecules struck the field and bounced off it. Supergirl’s eyes opened wide.
“What have you done?” she yelled. She reached for him but he quickly jumped and did a back flip, landing several feet away from her. His bonds dropped to the floor and he placed his hands on his hips, mimicking her power stance. His gaze was piercing her and her eyes opened wide as he started to grow. His body increased in size until he was almost nine feet tall. What was once a scrawny frame had been replaced with a huge, muscular body.
Supergirl surveyed the situation. This guy was big, and she had easily fought bigger in the past, but the close proximity of all these people increased the possibility that someone might be hurt or killed. She decided the best course of action would be to run and try to lure him away from the crowds, no matter how bad it looked in front of the press. She flew up into the sky and hit the energy barrier about thirty feet up.
Supergirl had hit a lot of brick walls in her life, and every time she did she would simply break through. Thus she could never identify with the expression “it hit me like a brick wall”. After hitting the energy barrier though, she now understood how humans would feel if they were hit by a brick wall. Her body crumpled up against the barrier, which glowed an angry red at her point of impact. She then dropped back onto the stage. The crowd gasped in horror.
The Boss stomped up to the microphones. “People of Earth,” he growled. “Behold your heroine, Supergirl! She has tried to flee before me and now she lies at my feet!”
The police in the crowd suddenly drew their weapons and trained them all on the Boss. He looked over them all and said “Go ahead. Your puny weapons frighten me not.”
The sergeant in charge yelled for all the civilians to get back and then told his men to open fire. Each officer pulled the trigger and each bullet exploded like miniature fireworks in front of the Boss. They unloaded their clips, but to no avail.
Supergirl lifted her head off the stage floor and shook it. She felt a little dazed but it was more out of shock than anything else. She saw the last of the bullets exploding into little fireworks and realized that she was facing a powerful being who probably wasn’t human. Seeing that the police had moved everyone back from the stage she bolted up to attack the Boss. He spun to face her but it was too late. Supergirl flew fist-first into the Boss’ chest, punching into him with both hands. He had a look of shock on his face. Supergirl felt all powerful as she started to push her arms further through him. She knew it would probably kill him but at this point she didn’t care. He had humiliated her enough with his little speech and she needed to turn the situation around as quickly as possible.
Supergirl felt her fists bust out of his back and noticed she wasn’t slowing down and was going to go clear through him. She closed her eyes and tucked her head down, as a diver would just before hitting the water. Suddenly she stopped. She opened her eyes. Her hands and arms were covered in some sort of gooey substance that might’ve been blood, guts, or a puree of both. Her hair was slimed with it. For some reason she was still horizontal. She looked behind her and saw that her body was stuck intersecting the Boss’ body, and that his wounds were closing up around her body, trapping her.
Supergirl tried to kick and punch her way out, but her position was too awkward. The cameras kept filming as the great and mighty Supergirl, champion of Earth, had her ass and legs hanging out of the Boss’ stomach and her breasts, arms, and head dangling out of his back. Something had gone horribly wrong.
“You know,” the Boss snarled. “I’m getting tired of your insolence. It’s about time you learned a lesson.” He flipped up Supergirl’s skirt, and pulled her briefs up into her ass, giving her a major wedgie. Supergirl gasped. International press now had photos of her practically bare ass. She thought it couldn’t get much worse, until it did. The sensation of a million tiny, sharp needles being slapped against her right ass cheek caused her to squeal in shock and pain. She was being spanked! And somehow, it was hurting her.
Gutsy members of the press, hoping to get bigger bonuses for their images moved in closer and zoomed in on Supergirl’s ass, which was getting redder with each slap. Other cameras were zoomed in on Supergirl’s face, showing the world the pain that Supergirl was enduring. She tried to look away in shame but found cameras at every angle. The Boss announced to the press that they wouldn’t be harmed and to move in for all the pictures they wanted. They were all over the stage. The police just stood there, dumbfounded.
The spanking continued for another ten minutes. Supergirl saw all the cameras in her face and realized that everyone was watching this. Horrified, she started sobbing, tears running down her face. She opened her tear-filled eyes and saw that a camera man had come in close to zoom in on her tears. It made her bawl more. She swung her arms out at him to keep him away, but he easily dodged her. She placed her hands over her face to try and hide her embarrassment. Finally, the Boss stopped and his body seemed to become liquid, allowing Supergirl to slip out and fall back onto the stage floor. The stage was lit up with camera flashes.
As soon as she hit the floor, Supergirl’s hands went down to her briefs to pull them out of her ass crack. It stung when the fabric touched her now-sensitive cheeks. She dried the tears from her eyes and looked up at the Boss. “Why are you doing this?” she demanded.
“At last, an intelligent question comes out of Superbitch,” grinned the Boss. He turned to the microphones. The cameras all turned towards him. “Greetings, Earth. Your planet has been chosen to be harvested for my interdimensional slave trade. All of the women on this planet now belong to me. You will all submit to my will.”
“The hell we will,” Supergirl shouted. She had stood back up and assumed her power stance. No two-bit interdimensional being was going to get the best of her. “I beat your men and I can beat you!”
“What men?” asked the Boss. He snapped his fingers and the doors of the van opened up. Inside the van was the whip, street sign and a pile of clothes, but no men. “They never existed. Had you bothered to unmask any of them you wouldn’t have found anything. But your overconfidence got the better of you then just like it will get the better of you now. You think you can beat me? Your resistance is futile. I have powers and technology that your feeble intellects could barely fathom. Despite your self-perceived greatness you will learn to accept this, Supergirl. You will demonstrate to this planet that all women must bow to me and submit to my will.”
Supergirl was appalled. “I will never bow down to you. You’ve got some nerve, pal. And the women of Earth will fight you until the death. Your little party ends here.” She ran towards the Boss and pulled her fist back. She swung out to strike him be he casually caught her fist and started squeezing it. Supergirl couldn’t believe it, but she was actually pain.
“No,” said the Boss, his grip tightening. “Bow before me as your new master. Show the planet what a good little slut you are.”
Supergirl started to panic. Millions, maybe billions of viewers were now glued to their television sets watching her. Her legs began to tremble but she had to hold fast. She had to buy some time until she could figure out a way to counter this demon, or whatever he was. Everything had a weakness, she just had to think. Unfortunately the pain in her hand was making it really hard to do so. “W-who a-a-a-re you?” she grunted through the pain.
“I,” said the Boss as he straightened up his back, making him look larger than ever. “…am your master. And when you finally accept this reality, and you will, every other woman on the planet will bow down willingly as my slave.”
Supergirl’s eyes started to fill with tears. She couldn’t see a way out of this and her legs were getting weak. She realized that she would soon have to submit and kneel before him. The fear on her face turned into a murderous snarl. He could physically break her, but she resolved he would never own her soul. Her knees started to bend.
“That’s it, Superslut. Assume your rightful position,” gloated the Boss.
Suddenly there was a loud roar overhead. Everyone, including the Boss looked up. Standing outside the barrier was the Justice League, Superman included. The Boss released Supergirl’s hand just before she completed her kneeling. She quickly got up and turned towards the League. A smile came across her lips. She would not be defeated. Her rescuers were here!
“Lower the force field,” shouted Superman.
The Boss looked largely unimpressed. “Make me!” he shouted back.
Superman punched the barrier but could not get through. He used his heat vision on it but nothing changed. Supergirl chided herself for not having tried her heat vision yet. The Justice League used some of their more powerful weapon technologies but could not penetrate the field. The Boss just stood there the whole time, watching. Finally he spoke.
“Are you quite through yet? I have work to do,” he shouted with a whiny tone of voice.
“The hell you do!” yelled Superman. He jumped up into the air then dove into the ground. Supergirl realized that Superman was going to tunnel below the barrier and come up inside and save her. The ground shook and rumbled as Superman tunneled his way but he still did not come up. A few minutes went by and Superman returned from where he tunneled in, gasping for breath. “The barrier is a sphere. I can’t get in underground,” he panted. “This is impossible! There must be some way in.” He got up and started banging on the barrier. The sound of static electricity crackling was getting deafening. The area of the barrier where Superman was pounding started to glow a bright red.
“Stop that!” yelled the Boss. Supergirl’s spirits perked up. She knew that soon Superman would breach the barrier and together they would make this creature sorry it ever set foot on Earth.
The Boss stepped over to the edge of the stage and waved his hand out in Superman’s direction. Suddenly Superman stopped pounding. He stared blankly ahead and his jaw dropped open. He then tumbled to the ground. The other members of the Justice League ran over to him and propped him up into a sitting position. Though he was awake, he was unresponsive.
Supergirl was mortified. She turned to the Boss and started hitting him. “What did you do to him you sick bastard!? Tell me right now! I swear to God I’ll kill you!” Her blows seemed to have no effect on the Boss.
“Like I said, I have powers that you cannot comprehend,” he said to her sternly. “I can destroy even your greatest minds with a simply a thought. Your ‘Superman’ has now been rendered a vegetable. He will spend the rest of his life drooling.” Supergirl fell to her knees sobbing. Not only had she not saved the day, she also led Superman to his own destruction. As if on cue, a line of drool poured out of the side of Superman’s mouth, his face staring off into nothingness. The Man of Steel had been destroyed.
“I can do the same to everyone on this planet instantly,” added the Boss.
Supergirl turned to him angrily. “Then why don’t you?” she sobbed. “If you’re so almighty and God-damned powerful then why don’t you just use your powers to turn us into slaves? Why all this pomp and nonsense?”
The Boss raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Are we finally becoming aware of our situation, Supertramp? I was worried you didn’t have a brain in that big, vacuous head of yours.” He walked up beside her. The cameras were still rolling. “There is no point in having power if you are constantly using it to obtain your ends. The power becomes moot. And, as your philosophers have so eloquently said it; Absolute power corrupts absolute. It is a good maxim to live by. Very humbling.”
Supergirl was beside herself. This creature had just defeated the most powerful man on Earth with a wave of his hand and now he wanted to talk philosophy with her? She stood up. “I’ll kill you, you son of a bitch!” she screamed, lunging at him.
“No you won’t,” he calmly replied. Supergirl found herself unable to move. Her boots had fused themselves into the stage floor. She found it hard to keep her balance.
“I’ve had enough of your cheap magic tricks and I’ve had enough of your talk. Why don’t you try taking me on without using any of your powers?” she challenged.
Ropes suddenly dropped down from somewhere in the sky and began wrapping themselves around Supergirl’s arms. She found her wrists bounded together as before and then the ropes retracted, pulling her up. With her boots still fused to the stage floor, Supergirl found her body being stretched to its limits. She heard a tearing sound and realized her costume was starting to rip at the seams. Was this going to be the end for her? Torn in half in front of the world?
The ropes stopped pulling at what Supergirl thought was the limit her body could endure. “Now,” said the Boss. “You will listen to what I have to say.”
Supergirl was proud and defiant. If she was going to die, she was going to look death in the face and make him blink. “I will not.”
The Boss looked quite annoyed. He thrust his arm out towards her. Supergirl suddenly felt something in her mouth. It started growing so fast she didn’t have time to spit it out. It pried her mouth open. Tendrils came from the object at the opening of her mouth and wrapped themselves around her head. When it had finally stopped moving, the tendrils turned into leather and the mass in her mouth had turned to rubber.
Supergirl had been ball gagged. She struggled to talk but all she could produce were “mmphs” and groans. She felt her chin getting wet and realized that she could no longer control her drooling and worse yet; all the cameras had zoomed in on it. Here was the Maiden of Steel strung up and drooling, her mouth propped wide open from a ball gag. She wondered how many photos of her in this state would turn up on bondage sites or, Heaven forbid, one of those god-awful “defeated superheroines” websites. The Boss grinned and leaned back against the podium, admiring his handiwork.
“You know,” he said, “It’s quite rude to ask someone a question and then not allow them to answer it. It doesn’t matter; in time you’ll learn proper respect for your master.” Supergirl furrowed her brows and made a very angry “mmmph” sound through her gag.
“As I was saying,” the Boss continued, “True power comes from not using one’s ‘cheap magic tricks’ as you call them all the time. But you do not understand that, Supergirl. You use your powers all the time to solve all your problems. You have become corrupted by your own powers.” He waved his hand and the ball gag vanished.
Supergirl’s mouth felt sore from being held open. She quickly snapped back at the Boss. “That’s not true! My powers have never corrupted me. I have only used them in the name of justice.”
The Boss shook his head. “Silly female. You are blind to it, aren’t you? Well, let me try to explain it in a way that makes sense to your tiny cerebrum. You could have learned a lot more about me before you decided that you were powerful enough to take me on. A normal human crime-fighter would have done a lot of forensic and investigative work before even attempting to move in on me. You didn’t even question how I was getting around so easily until it was too late. You let your powers convince you that you could take on anything, and now you’ve taken on more than you can handle. You’re a stupid woman who is a slave to her powers and soon to be a slave to me.”
“You’ll never enslave me. I have the most powerful will of any woman on this planet. I’m Supergirl!” she stated proudly.
“Confronted with the inevitable and yet still refusing to accept it, eh Stuporgirl? Let me show you the future of the women on this planet. Let me show you your future!” yelled the Boss. He waved his arm up into the air. The space immediately above him opened up like a portal, yet what appeared was more like a projection or a hologram. There were rows upon rows of women; naked, on their knees, legs spread, collars around their necks chaining them to something that looked like troughs.
The women were all kind of rocking back and forth, chanting “I’m a slut, please fuck me” in unison. Supergirl was horrified. All the cameras in the room were trained on the image.
“What you are witnessing,” announced the Boss, “is your new home. It will be the new home for every woman on this planet. Here their bodies are rented out to whoever wants them.”
Supergirl spat at the Boss’ feet. “You disgusting pig!” she shouted. “How can you do this to other sentient beings?”
The Boss glared at her. “Quiet, bitch! Or do I have to gag you again?” Supergirl closed her mouth. “After it becomes apparent that no one wants to rent your body anymore you will be given up to the Grusolda, where the final years of your life will be stretched out across hundreds of thousands of years.”
Supergirl was starting to feel really afraid. “W-who are the Grusolda?” she asked.
“The Grusolda,” began the Boss, “are a species from another dimension. They are quite large by your standards, and their bodies are made up of gelatinous material. Similar, I suppose, to the amoebas of Earth. They will preserve you in a form of suspended animation, but your mind remains active. Their bodies will cover you and invade every orifice, stimulating every cell it contacts. You will live in non-stop orgasm while you lose your mind. I made a deal with the male members of their population a long time ago; I would provide them with as many females as they want and they would agree to give me their planet after their species became extinct.”
“What about the female Grusolda?” asked Supergirl.
“I had already conquered them and enslaved their women. The male Grusolda initially requested females of their own species, but after trying a few other species they decided that they preferred alien to their own. After several hundreds of millions of years they did go extinct by not procreating and I claimed their planet.”
“If they’re already extinct how can you give me up to them?”
“You stupid, stupid woman,” sneered the Boss. “I am from a higher plane of existence than you. Time and dimensional barriers are meaningless to me. I will deliver to you to some point in the past before the Grusolda become extinct so that they can have you. It’s really quite simple. A similar scenario will play out on this planet. I will amass great fortunes and become the leader of this planet while every man rents women.”
“I-I don’t believe you,” Supergirl said, trying to sound defiant.
The Boss raised his eyebrows. “Really? Well then why don’t we ask someone who can verify these claims?” He snapped his fingers. Suddenly the woman on the street that Supergirl saved appeared on the stage completely naked, covered from head to toe in some strange, greenish slime.
“This is K’tren,” announced the Boss. “I see you recognize her, Superbitch. Maybe some neurons in that empty head of yours actually do fire once in a while. K’tren isn’t human, but she looks the part enough to fool you. I have just now removed her from her term with the Grusolda. She has spent the last 350 million years being passed between various Grusolda, raped by each one. After the first three days her mind was already pudding. It took (or rather, will take) me three months to re-train her to the point that she could walk down the street and play the victim for our little performance earlier this morning.”
Supergirl looked at K’tren. “Are you okay?” she asked. K’tren slowly turned her head towards Supergirl. She opened her mouth but only the green slime came out. She sank to her knees, immediately masturbating with one hand and squeezing her nipples with the other. She started to moan in frustration as her masturbation got faster and more violent.
“What did you do to her?” screamed Supergirl.
“I did nothing,” replied the Boss. “She willingly became my slave and was subjected to the Grusolda after nobody wanted to rent her body anymore. For the last 350 million years she has only known eternal orgasm with her entire body being stimulated at once. Now that she has been removed from that, she wants nothing more than to feel it again. She doesn’t care about you or anything. She doesn’t even comprehend where she is or who she is anymore. She just needs to cum.” He looked over at Supergirl and the ropes that bound Supergirl vanished. She dropped to the stage, her boots no longer stuck to it. She quickly got up and ran to K’tren.
“Are you okay?” she asked, crouching down and putting her arm around K’tren. K’tren grunted in anger and stopped fondling her breasts long enough to shove Supergirl onto her butt. She started to roll and writhe in the small puddles of green slime that had dripped off of her. Supergirl got back up and faced the Boss.
“I can’t believe that anyone would willingly subject themselves to this!” she screamed at the Boss. Throughout this entire ordeal she had been trying to locate any possible weaknesses she could use to her advantage and she was now kicking herself for missing the obvious. The Boss was a man! And like any man, he probably had some very sensitive family jewels.
Leaping from K’tren to the Boss, Supergirl grabbed his crotch and quickly started squeezing as hard as she could. The Boss’ eyes popped wide open. “Ha ha ha!” She laughed. “Let’s see how much of a ‘man’ you are after this.”
Supergirl felt great. Finally she would bring this creature to his knees and destroy him. Superman’s loss would not be in vain. She was so preoccupied with looking him in the eyes with a satisfied sneer on her face that she didn’t notice his crotch was starting to resist the crushing might of her hand. When her clasped hand started to unclasp she looked down and saw a huge bulge in his pants. When she looked back up she saw that the Boss had a smug smile on his face. She was impressed with both his huge cock and the fact that it was more powerful than her mighty grasp. “My you act fast, Superslave. Looking to give your master a handjob?” the Boss laughed.
Supergirl blushed and quickly removed her hand from his shaft, her confidence waning. Without warning the Boss quickly placed both his hands on Supergirl’s tits and started squeezing. “Let’s see how you like it, Superslut!” the Boss growled.
Supergirl cried out. Her tits were burning in pain from being crushed by the Boss’ powerful grasp. She kicked, punched and used her heat vision, but to no avail. Eventually she just gave up, and went limp, sobbing while he squeezed her tits. “Are you going to behave now, Superbitch?” he asked.
Supergirl had no choice and nodded. The boss threw her several feet away and she landed on her back with a thud. She slowly got back up to her feet, her tits still throbbing from the squeezing they received. “Now,” the Boss announced, “your training will begin.”
The Boss snapped his fingers. K’tren vanished. Supergirl heard a hissing noise from behind her and turned around. Suddenly a portal opened in the air in front of her. The force of it opening knocked her flat on her back. The portal was about two feet in diameter and at first she just stared at it wondering what the point of it was. Suddenly a translucent green slime began pouring out of the portal onto the ground at her feet. She recognized it as the same slime that was covering K’tren when she appeared. Supergirl tried to move, but the slime was covering the bottom of her boots and she couldn’t break free of it. She grunted and tried to pull her feet out of her boots, but the slime had already gotten up to her ankles and constricted the boot around her leg. She used her heat vision on the slime and while it successfully burnt away the slime, it wasn’t working quickly enough. She was stuck. She contemplated reaching down to try and free her boots but wisely reconsidered as she didn’t want her hands stuck as well.
“You see,” said the Boss, “you can’t escape a Grusolda. Soon the creature will dissolve your boots, regardless of the material used to construct them, and begin its assault on your body. Maybe now you will believe me and K’tren”
As Supergirl watched through the translucent slime, her boots slowly dissolved just like the Boss said. Suddenly her whole body spasmed as she felt the sensation of billions of feathers running up and down the soles of her feet. The feeling worked its way between her toes and both her feet were on fire with the sensation of being mercilessly tickled. She started to laugh, uncontrollably.
“Ha ha ha! M-my God! Ha ha ha! What – ha ha – what is it doing to me?” Supergirl laughed, her hands pounding the ground and tears welling up in her eyes.
“As I explained, this creature will engulf your body and drive you mad with the sensations. Now you will do as I say or lose your mind, Superbitch.”
Even though she could barely think straight from being tickled so much, Supergirl was defiant. “Ha ha! No! Never!” The slime started to move up her legs, spreading them apart and dissolving the tattered remnants of her boots in the progress. Supergirl looked down while laughing. “What is – ha ha ha – what is it doing to me?”
The Boss smiled. “It’s spreading your legs in preparation for entering your pussy, Superslut. Now if you do what I say, I’ll send the Grusolda back to his realm and spare you. But you better make up your mind fast.”
Tears streaming down her face, Supergirl couldn’t stop laughing. “Ha ha ha! Why should I?”
“Once the Grusolda touches your pussy lips, you’ll be driven mad by the sensation. Your mind will be destroyed and there will be no chance of recovery for you. Do what I say now and I’ll spare you from being turned into a brain-dead fuck-toy right here in front of the world.”
The slime reached Supergirl’s knees and the sensations were getting even more powerful. Besides the tickling of her feet, the sensations on her legs felt incredibly erotic and she was starting to get turned on. She knew she wouldn’t last too long. “What do I have to do?” she conceded.
“Very good, Superslave,” the Boss said. “You are learning quickly that it’s better to obey your master than not to. First thing I command you to do is to remove your clothing. Sluts like you don’t deserve to have your body covered. And since the Grusolda has already taken care of your boots consider your first task fairly easy.”
Supergirl was horrified even while being tickled and aroused. Despite her situation, she wasn’t going to disrobe in front of the world. Very few men had seen her nude and she still considered it something very special. She wasn’t some porn star slut who showed off the goods to anyone with eyes. “I will not! Ha ha ha! I refuse!” she laughed, trying to sound as defiant as possible.
The Boss shook his head. “If I were you I wouldn’t worry about your primitive sense of shame. As the Grusolda gets higher up your body it will dissolve the rest of your costume. As you may have noticed, its body is fairly transparent. The entire world will still view your pussy whether you remove your clothes willingly or whether your briefs are dissolved and you become a mindless moaning slut.”
Supergirl looked over the situation. The Boss was right and it wasn’t good. The slime was almost half way up her thigh and it was hard for her to resist the temptation to just lie back and give in. She knew that once it got her pussy, the world would watch for almost five minutes of her moaning before the slime would reach her head and completely engulf her. “All right,” she laughed, “You win. Just call off your -ha ha ha- slime creature.”
“First do as you’re told, Superwhore. Then we’ll see what happens.”
She had no choice. Blushing, the Girl of Steel reached down and pulled her top off over her head. The cape came off with it. She kept one arm over her breasts the whole time to hide them from the cameras that were all trained on her at that moment. Reaching down with her free hand she undid her skirt and tossed it aside. She slid her fingers underneath the waistband of her blue spandex briefs then paused. “I can’t pull them off. The slime is in the way.”
“You’re such a smart girl, Superbitch,” laughed the Boss. “You figure out some way to get them off.”
In complete humiliation, Supergirl realized what the Boss wanted her to do. She grabbed the side of the briefs and tried to tear the fabric, but even she knew how hard the fabric was and she would need both hands to tear it, forcing her to expose her breasts. She contemplated pulling on the fabric until it tore, but that would cause it to ride up into her ass and crotch and give the cameramen a field day. She decided that the least humiliating thing to do was to pull the briefs away from her pubic area far enough that she could use her heat vision to cut the fabric. She tried to cut the fabric and toss the briefs aside as quickly as possible but she knew the cameramen had captured everything before she could get her hand over her pussy and her neatly trimmed blonde pubic hair. “There!” she cried out between laughs. “I’m done. Get this thing off me!”
“Not yet, Supercunt. Why don’t you show off your tits and pussy to the world? After all, you think you’re so hot; prove it!”
Supergirl’s face flushed a brighter red as she hung her head in shame and slowly moved her hand away from her pussy and her arms away from her breasts. Every reporter in the crowd and every male viewer in the audience immediately got a boner from the naked body of the Maiden of Might. Her nipples were hard with the arousal from the slime and her trimmed pubic hair left her clit and pussy lips in naked view of the world. She had never been so humiliated in her life.
“You –ha ha- got what you wanted, you son of a bitch. Now release me!” she cried. The slime moved further up her leg.
“One more thing, Supergirl,” the Boss said. “As part of accepting your new role as slave, you must give up your identity. Slaves are not allowed to have identities. Reveal to the world your true identity. Your ‘Supergirl’ alter-ego will no longer be allowed to exist.”
Supergirl didn’t like where this was going. There was too much risk in revealing her identity. Her friends, coworkers and family would now become targets by every criminal she ever put away and her career would be ruined. On the other hand, the slime was only three inches away from her now-moist pussy lips. She decided to try and play along and still protect her true identity.
“Okay, you win!” she cried out. “My real name is Barbara Simpson! Please, let me go.”
“Tsk tsk tsk,” chided the Boss. “Do you think I know nothing, Stuporgirl? Unlike some second-rate superheroines here I did my homework. I know who you really are. You’re running out of time Supergirl. You’ve lost.”
Supergirl’s heart sank. She had completely screwed up. This guy knew every move she was going to make. He was most likely telepathic. The slime was almost touching her crotch and she was being driven mad by the arousal. She had no choice. Her mind would not survive the Grusolda on her pussy lips. She once again hung her head in shame.
“L-linda Danvers.” She sniffed.
“I can’t hear you,” said the Boss, placing a hand to his ear.
The slime closed got to the point where her thighs met her pelvis. She only had a few seconds now before she would be destroyed. “Linda Danvers! Linda Danvers! My name is Linda Danvers!” she screamed as loud as she could, closing her eyes. Her will gave out and she laid back onto the stage, waiting to lose her mind and soul in the Grusolda’s slimy body.
Suddenly the tickling and arousal stopped. Supergirl opened her eyes and saw that the Grusolda was no longer there. It and the portal had vanished. Five cameramen were standing over her, pointing the cameras at her crotch. She quickly closed her legs and covered her breasts, sobbing. Her identity was gone. From now on, the world would know Supergirl as Linda Danvers. She was completely spent.
“Very good, Linda,” said the Boss. “Here.” He handed her a small, gun-shaped object.
Supergirl looked at it. “What is it?”
“The next step of your slave training,” the Boss said, turning back towards the crowd. “Pubic hair is a sign of womanhood,” he announced. “Womanhood is a term that denotes some form of personal identity. All slaves will have their pubic hair removed to reinforce the fact that every slave is nothing and that they have no identity other than the number assigned to them. Supergirl, a.k.a. Linda Danvers will now willingly remove her pubic hair to show the women of the world what is expected of them.”
Supergirl looked up at the Boss. “Please don’t make me do this. I’ll do anything you want, just please don’t make me do this in front of everyone,” she cried. She gave up trying to look tough. She was beaten and she knew it.
“You will do anything I want and more, you insolent bitch! And what I want right now is for you to spread your legs for the cameras and use that device to remove your pubic hair. Just point and shoot,” he barked.
As a last ditch effort, Supergirl turned the gun on the Boss and fired. A blue beam shot out and hit him in the chest. It didn’t seem to do anything. She sat there firing the gun at him while he just stood there. “If you’re through, Linda, you have a pussy to shave.”
Supergirl stopped firing. She spread her legs while everyone watched. She looked into the cameras, tears rolling down her face. “I’m sorry, everyone. I’m so sorry I let you down”. She slowly pointed the weapon at her pubic hair and fired. It was entirely painless, and after a few sweeps of the blue beam over her pubic area her pussy was now completely bald. The removed hair lay on the stage in front of her. She could see that the roots were still attached to the hair and thus would never grow back. She was permanently clean-shaven.
The Boss reached over and picked up Supergirl by her hair, forcing her to stand beside him. He addressed the crowd. “Now, Linda Danvers, former Maid of Might. Will you freely admit to the world that you have been beaten?”
With tears running down her cheek Supergirl nodded. “Y-yes. I have. I have been beaten.”
“And will you freely admit that you’re a stupid slut who deserves everything that has happened to her today?”
“Yes. I’m a stupid slut.”
“Now then, will you freely pledge your body, mind and soul into eternal sexual slavery with me as your master? Will you freely show the world that this is how every woman on Earth must act?”
Out of her broken will, Supergirl found new defiance. She might be have been beaten by a superior foe, she might have been forced to do things she didn’t want to in order to protect herself, but she wasn’t going to freely give her soul and body over to anyone. Not now or ever. She knew it might mean her death, but she was never going to surrender. She was the Girl of Steel!
“No!” she screamed. Supergirl sat up in bed and looked around. It took her a few seconds, but she soon realized that she had been sleeping. It was all a dream. She looked over at the clock; it was 5:00am. She had been sweating in her sleep and had kicked the blankets off her bed. She started to get chilly and pulled the blankets back up around herself.
“What a nightmare,” she gasped into the air. She looked over at the clock again. 5:02am. She’d be waking up in under 45 minutes and her heart was still pounding, so she didn’t see any point in trying to fall back asleep. Her dream had been so vivid, so real, that it gripped her mind and she kept re-watching everything that had happened. She gingerly reached down between her legs and felt that her panties were in fact quite wet.
Brushing her finger against her panties caused an excited gasp to escape from her lips. She could feel herself blushing, but rationalized that it had been a really erotic dream, and it was a long time since she allowed herself any physical pleasure. Perhaps the nightmare was proof that she was a little stressed and needed some release. Pulling her panties off, she started massaging her clit until she was wet enough at the lips to lubricate two of her fingers. Working off the imagery of the dream, she imagined being fucked by the Boss’ monstrous cock as she slid her fingers in and out of her pussy. She was already so horny from the dream she knew she’d cum right away. She imagined being enslaved by the Boss and was chanting “fuck me, master” over and over while she neared orgasm. Right before she could cum, however. The phone rang.
Supergirl slowed down her pace, but didn’t stop masturbating. She’d deal with the phone call then finish herself off. She reached over and grabbed the phone off the night table while her other continued to massage her pussy. She was right at the brink of cumming and really annoyed by the interruption.
“What?” she angrily asked when she picked up the phone.
“What are you doing, Linda?” said an eerie voice on the other end of the line. Supergirl recognized it, but couldn’t place it right away.
“W-what?” she whispered into the phone.
“I said…” started the voice. Suddenly everything was lit up. Supergirl found herself back on the stage in the park; legs spread wide open with dozens of cameras broadcasting her masturbation to the world. She looked at her hand, but instead of a phone she was holding her torn up briefs next to her head. Supergirl was confused.
“…what are you doing?” the Boss asked again. Supergirl looked down. Her fingers were still sliding in and out of her pussy. Her legs were still spread open. The Boss had deceived her! He had projected some image of her bedroom into her mind and she had fallen for it hook, line and sinker. Worse yet, she had allowed her lust to overcome her. She hadn’t even noticed that her pussy was bald when she started masturbating in bed.
The Boss didn’t wait for her to answer. “I’ll tell you what you were doing, Linda! You were allowing your true nature to surface; the fact that you’re a horny bitch and that you’re ready to accept your role as sex slave!”
“No,” cried Supergirl, tears in her eyes, “that’s not true!”
“If it isn’t true Superwhore, then why are you still finger-fucking yourself?”
Supergirl looked down. She was still masturbating and she couldn’t stop. She was so close to cumming that she didn’t want to. She had already lost her dignity so many times in front of the world that she was exhausted. She just wanted the release that only cumming could give her. “B-because I have to cum,” she ashamedly replied.
The Boss walked up to Supergirl and rested her head against his leg, running his fingers through her hair, as if she was a little child. “There, there,” he cooed. The Boss’ pants seemed to melt away revealing his twelve-inch cock. It was already erect and it looked at least three inches thick. He pushed Supergirl’s face towards it. She had no choice and opened her mouth, taking as much in as she could. She dropped her briefs from her free hand and used it to work the portion of his shaft that wasn’t buried in her face. With each suck more tears flowered from her eyes which she kept tightly shut. Every suck and every thrust of her fingers into her pussy was being captured for all eternity. She was now no better than the whores and porn stars she despised. The Boss seemed to be reading her mind.
“Look at you, Supergirl,” he bragged. “How many times have you sneered at prostitutes and porn stars. Every time you saw Anna Nicole Smith on TV you would think of her as such trash and undeserving. Now here you are on international television about to get the most humiliating facial ever received by a member of your species. Take your filthy whore-mouth off my cock and finish jacking me off, slut. And as your master I give you permission to cum, but only after the first drop of my cum hits your slutty face.”
Supergirl obediently pulled his cock out of her mouth and continued to jerk him off. She wanted to cum so badly she used her super-speed to work him so quickly he came five seconds later. As he ordered, she didn’t cum until the first gob of his jizz hit her square in the lips. As she let out a gasp while she came, more of his cum flew into her mouth. As he came her face and hair became drenched with his seed. She continued to orgasm after he finished, reclining onto the stage, shaking uncontrollably and sobbing over the fact that her body had just betrayed her. She tried to wipe as much cum off her face as she could with her hands. She had sunk just about as low as she could. But it didn’t stop there.
“Look at you, Supercunt, you’re a mess. You need a shower,” he sneered. He took his cock in his hand and pointed it at her face. She looked up at him. The look of confusion on her face turned into a look of shock and horror as she realized what was about to happen.
“Earlier today you said to me that I was pissing you off,” laughed the Boss. “You had no idea how literal that was going to be.” And with that he let forth a stream of yellow urine which hit Supergirl in the centre of her face. She quickly tried to sit up and block it with her hands, but it was already all over her. The Girl of Steel was being pissed on and the world was watching. She had swallowed his cum and now she was washing it down with his piss. She realized there was no hope. She stopped trying to fight it and just lowered her head down while he finished pissing on the top of her head. It ran down her face and back as she sat in a puddle of it.
Supergirl was utterly defeated. She sat beside the Boss with her head hung in shame. “Now,” the Boss announced, “Supergirl, the ‘champion’ of Earth will demonstrate how a good slut is to behave by submitting her ass for branding.”
Supergirl shot a quick glance at the face of the Boss. She was intent on shouting and screaming at him, but slowly turned her head back towards the audience. A silence hung in the air, permeated only by the occasional click of the photographers’ cameras. She got up to her knees and at first it looked as though she would try to attack the Boss again. Instead, she turned her back on the crowd and lay down prostrate before the Boss, with her face on the ground, her bare ass in the air and legs spread. With every citizen on the planet watching, Supergirl closed her eyes in humiliated defeat and in anticipation of what was to come.
The Boss manifested a gun-shaped device and pointed it at Supergirl’s ass. A blue beam of light shot out and carved a barcode in her left buttock. Underneath the barcode it placed the words: “Bitch #24601”. Supergirl whimpered while her skin was permanently marked. He put his right foot under her shoulder and flipped her onto her back, placing his foot on her chest in a mock pose of how she liked to emasculate men. Supergirl was finally defeated. “What do you have to say for yourself now, bitch?”
The cameramen moved closer once again and zoomed in on Supergirl. She continued to lie in the prostrate position. The juices that were starting to flow from her pussy sparkled in the lights of the cameras pointed at her ass. Supergirl realized that she would soon be placed in the stock room along with all the other women until every man who wanted her would have his way with her. Then she would have what was left of her mind dissolved during the tens, if not hundreds of thousands of years of rape by the Grusolda. She cleared her throat, preparing to speak. Everyone on Earth waited to hear what the Maiden of Might, face covered in cum and urine, had to say.
“I’m a slut, please fuck me…I’m a slut, please fuck me…I’m a slut, please fuck me…”
The Boss smiled and placed a collar with a leash around Supergirl’s neck, leading through the portal and to the space along the trough that was numbered 24601. The press on the other side of the portal could still see and record everything. He chained her collar to the trough and walked back towards the portal. On the other side the female reporters and onlookers had already assumed the slave position out of fear and had their asses ready to be marked. Soon every Earth female would belong to him. As he stepped back onto the stage, the television crews got the first view of all the intergalactic criminals who had paid massive amounts of money to be first in line to fuck Supergirl, and she willingly took them three at once. The Boss started burning serial numbers and barcodes onto the asses of the other women.
“That was easier than I thought,” he said to himself.
THE END