Nine men and women seated around an expensive oaken table in a Metropolis office building are having an animated discussion about America's favorite heroine, the Maid of Might, Supergirl! In addition to the Chief of Intergang, the best-organized criminal organization in the world, there are four functional chiefs, in charge of Physical Damage, Extortion, Theft and Controlled Substances. There are also four support chiefs, in charge of Finances, Information, Logistics and Research.
"Mary Wiggins was on that op we ran a few weeks ago to capture Prince Moustafa of Karjakistan," Information says to her colleagues. "She's the one who discovered that Supergirl was amongst the hostages taken. Mary left the South Mountain facility before Supergirl broke free and shut down the facility. Mary brought out the wallet Supergirl carried in her civvies. IDs refer to a Maureen O'Malley. We tried some traces on the drivers license and credit cards. They lead to a fake address and the two credit cards, in fact, are paid by the U.S. Department of Justice. One of my snitches says that Justice does that for super types - sets up phoney addresses and accounts so they can hide their secret identities."
"So we can't find out where she lives?" asks Extortion.
"No," Information says, sighing, "my best hackers tried but the DoJ computers have firewalls and encryption that we just can't plough through."
"Well, nice try to get her address," the Chief says. "Now, as for our Operation Spring Time ..."
"Hang on, a bit," Information interjects, "I'm not finished!"
The Chief scowls at his subordinate for her harsh tone. He's come to expect it, though. She's basically a computer nerd girl with an attitude of superiority and the social skills of a shark. "Go on," he says in a low, even voice that drips with danger.
"We couldn't get information on where she lives," Information continues, "but we DID get a copy of her last credit card statement from MasterCharge!"
The Chief leans forward in his chair, plants his forearms on the table and looks hungrily at the support chief. "Find anything useful?"
"Yes, I think so," Information replies, a huge grin on her face. "Seems our little missy has been seeing a shrink in D.C.!"
You could have heard a pin drop in the silence that followed her comment. Suddenly all the others in the room begin talking or shouting at this revelation. After a few seconds, the Chief gavels the section chiefs back to some semblance of order. "This is fantastic news, Information," the Chief of Intergang says. "Do we have any leverage on the shrink? Can we get her records or anything she might have on Supergirl?"
"The shrink didn't have any electronic records on Supergirl," Information replies, "but I got with Theft and we staged a break-in of the doctor's office. Research also found out information on the shrink, a Dr. Ileana Steinberg. We might have several ways to exploit this situation ..."
Supergirl, in her alternative disguise of red-headed Maureen O'Malley is seated in the waiting room of Dr. Steinberg when two men and a woman in non-descript gray suits breeze out of the doctor's office and leave. "Hmm, she must have had some kind of group therapy session in there," Maureen muses to herself. "Musta been a group on terminal bad taste in clothes or something."
Moments later, the disguised Girl of Steel is ushered into the doctor's office. The tall thin doctor, a woman in her fifties, is seated behind her large oaken desk. "C-come in, Mmm-Maureen," Dr. Steinberg says with a shaky tremor in her voice. Please have a seat on the couch!"
As the Girl of Steel sits down on the couch, the doctor crosses the room and sits on a chair beside the couch. "You ... you've made uh, good progress at opening up and sharing your feelings these past few sessions," the doctor continues, after seating herself. "I think you have reason to ask whether you are becoming too used to being dominated by others, whether there is a sexual component to being overpowered by other, stronger people, uh, Maureen. But I think we, uh, we should try to go deeper. Do you, mmm, do you mind if I, ah, if I try to hypnotize you?"
The Maid of Might is uneasy with the shrink's behavior. "Why does she seem so nervous?" Kara wonders, and starts to rise up off the couch. The doctor places a bony hand on Kara's left shoulder and gently pushes the disguised heroine back onto the couch.
"I, ah, I really do think we need to explore your subconscious, mmm, Maureen, to see the extent of this sexual domination and submission. Of course, if you're afraid ..."
"Oh, no, Doc," Supergirl blurts out. "If you think it's best ..."
"Ah, well, yes, I do think we need to move on to a new level, ah, Maureen. I think, however, you should change into your, ah, other clothes first. It may help you relax more."
Slowly, the Maid of Might rises to a seated position on the couch. She's wearing a green pants suit over her Supergirl costume. She begins to unbutton the civvies and in moments is resplendent in her red, blue and yellow costume, seated on the doctor's couch. Again, the shrink pushes Supergirl back to lie on the couch. The shrink then slides her chair to a position from which she can more easily look into the eyes of the Maid of Might. "Let me just lower the lights in the room, to, ah, help you concentrate," Dr. Steinberg says. Again, the Maid of Might is unsettled by the doctor's speech - she seems to be distracted by something. Maybe it's the costume? Many men, and even some women, are often awestruck by the heroine's raw beauty, her pert breasts, her perfect legs, her beautiful face, her long blond hair. Maybe the doctor is flustered because she's starting to get attracted to the Maid of Might? Supergirl decides she'll have to confront the doctor after today's session - "Can't continue to see the woman if she's getting the hots for me", Supergirl reasons.
Moments later, the doctor has lowered the lights in the room, closed the curtains, and returned to sit beside the Girl of Steel. In a few minutes, talking in a low, soothing voice and gently stroking the Maid of Might's hand, the doctor manages to induce a light trance in the mind of the heroine. Carefully, and with great skill from many years practice, Dr. Steinberg manipulates Supergirl's mind until she's deeply under hypnosis.
"Supergirl, I'm going to give you an instruction which you must follow whenever you are in your costume and you hear the phrase, screw yourself, bitch. If anyone says that phrase, Supergirl, you will immediately realize that your breasts and vagina are suddenly feeling very warm. You will feel a very strong need to massage your breasts and clitoris and vagina. The need to do this will be so powerful, you will not be aware of anything else around you. No matter what you are doing, Supergirl, you must deal with this sudden urge to achieve orgasm. You will have an overwhelming desire to bring yourself to orgasm, Supergirl, do you understand?"
"Y-yes, doctor," Supergirl says in a leaden voice. "I understand."
"Good. Now, you will also realize that after you achieve your orgasm, you are suddenly very weak. You seem to have lost your super powers, Supergirl, after you have given yourself a powerful orgasm. You also want MORE orgasms, Supergirl. Each orgasm makes you crave another more powerful one. You MUST do everything you can to get more orgasms, Supergirl. And you will continue to play with yourself and desire orgasms, Supergirl, until someone says the phrase, chill out, bitch. Do you understand, Supergirl? If you hear the phrase, screw yourself, bitch you will experience an overwhelming desire to play with your body and achieve an orgasm. And an orgasm will make you want another. You will continue to play with yourself until you hear the phrase chill out, bitch or, if you pass out, when you regain consciousness you will find that your powers have returned. And after you have an orgasm, you will lose your super powers. You will be unable to fly or exert your great strength for several hours after the orgasm. In this condition, you will be terribly afraid of someone hurting you, since you will no longer be invulnerable. Each orgasm will make you weaker and weaker. Do you understand me, Supergirl?"
"Yes, I understand, Dr. Steinberg," the Maid of Might says woodenly.
"Good, Supergirl!" Steinberg says, "now, when I snap my fingers, you will awaken and remember nothing of this session. However, you will remember the instructions I have given you and act whenever you hear the two phrases. Is that understood?"
"Yes, doctor," the Maid of Might replies.
Before snapping her finger, Dr. Steinberg moves to her desk and dials a number. "She's ready," the doctor says into the phone, then hangs up. She returns to stand beside the couch holding the Girl of Steel.
"Hmm, ah, did, did the hypnosis work," Supergirl asks as she rubs her eyes and sits up. "Did you find out anything?"
"Not this time, Supergirl," Dr. Steinberg replies, turning her face away from the Girl of Steel. "I imagine we'll need one or two more sessions like this to get at your problems."
Suddenly Supergirl's super hearing detects a burglar alarm nearby. The Maid of Might stands up and says, "Uh, there's some kind of alarm going off - if you don't mind ..." and opens the doctor's window. She quickly leaps into the air and begins flying toward the sound of the alarm.
Back in the office, Dr. Steinberg drops into her chair and begins sobbing uncontrollably. She looks longingly at the photos of her husband and two daughters on her desk and then lowers her head onto her desk, crying, wringing her hands together. "BASTARDS!" she thinks to herself.
"I don't think you should be doing that," a familiar figure with a S on her magnificent chest says. She's in the doorway of a small jewelry shop a block from Dr. Steinberg's office. The two employees lie on the ground, apparently unconscious. There are a few wisps of sleep gas in the room. There is also a man, dressed in a gray suit and a lead-lined gas mask, standing behind one of the counters, helping himself to jewelry from the case. He looks up at the Maid of Might standing in the doorway, her hands on her hips and in the classic power pose common to super heroines.
The thief takes only a moment to take in her fantastic body. "Screw yourself, bitch!" he snarls at the costumed crimefighter.
The Girl of Steel's eyes suddenly go out of focus. "MMmmmnh", she murmers, suddenly feeling warmth between her legs. Her breasts start to ... itch or tingle, too. One of her hands quickly and unconsciously slips up across her washboard abs and cups her left breast. Her thumb and forefinger surround her growing nipple and squeeze, causing the girl to groan and bend slightly at the waist. Her other hand slips between her legs, raising her skirt and shoving aside the thin strip of blue fabric between her legs. Her fingers expertly begin working on her clit and vagina - her thumb and forefinger teasing the clit, two other fingers slowly, tentatively beginning to slide in and out of her nether lips, teasing them.
"MMMMnnnnhhhh," the Maid of Might moans loudly as she drops to her knees. Her eyes close as her hands continue to play with her magnificent body. The thief stands behind the counter, his pants start to bulge as he watches this lovely maiden pleasure herself. Her moans REALLY arouse the man and he wants to join her, somehow. Suddenly, he recalls that he has a mission here.
A few moments of super-masturbation brings the Girl of Steel to a shuddering climax, an orgasm that rips through her super body like a storm. She sags down to sit on her heels, one hand still stuck inside her nether lips, the other slowly drawing circles around her nipple. Through the thin fabric of her blouse and between her legs, her fingertips feel like delicate, teasing demons, drawing forth more lovely sensations inside her body. A small part of her brain dimly registers that she feels so weak after that orgasm, but also that she feels so incredibly GOOD after it, too. She MUST have more orgasms!
The thief has noticed the way the Maid of Might shuddered and moaned moments earlier. He sees her sag to sit on her boot heels, sees her head tip forward and her eyes close. He watches hungrily as her tongue slips out between her luscious red lips and drags slowly from left to right, moistening them, giving them a glistening shine. He watches as her hands again begin working her body. "Time to test the next part," he says, stepping out from behind the counter.
The thief quickly crosses the small floor of the shop and reaches the Maid of Might. She is completely unaware of the man, so enraptured is she in pleasuring herself. The man squats on his heels and grabs her hands. He viciously yanks them away from her body and holds her, by her wrists, her hands in front of her magnificent breast.
"Whuh - wh, why are . . . mmnnnh, why?" the girls manages to stammer, a glazed look on her eyes. From a back pocket, the thief pulls a set of ordinary handcuffs. He quickly shackles the woman's hands together. Supergirl looks down dully at her handcuffed wrists, then back at the masked thief. "Nnn . . . nooo!" she moans, "don't . . . don't do this!"
"Shaddup, slut," he says, raising one hand as if to slap the Girl of Steel. Her eyes widen in fright and she sags backward slightly as if trying to avoid a slap from this human. "Stay here and don't follow me, or I'll beat the crap outta yah," the man says, causing the heroine to fall back to sit on her butt, her legs curled beside her. There seems to be real fear in the girl's eyes, the man notes with satisfaction, and she's not making any attempt to remove the cuffs!
As the man rises, the Girl of Steel begins to caress her breasts again, one hand on each one, each nipple squeezed between a thumb and forefinger. As she starts working on herself, she loses all interest in the man. "Mmmmnnhhhh," she moans as a wave a pleasure floods her breasts with warmth. She slides her hands down between her legs and begins to play with herself. One hand slides completely into her nether lips, causing the woman to gasp and shudder in pleasure. Fingers on her other hand taunt and tease her blood-engorged clit. "Mmmmnnnhh, ooohhhh, goddddsss, yyyesssSSSSS!" she gasps. "MMMMNNHHH!" she cries, leaning forward until her forehead touches the floor as a second, more powerful orgasm rips through her body. There is no reality beyond her hands touching her magnificent body, trying to bring more orgasms to her.
As police sirens begin to be heard approaching the jewelry shop, the aroused thief reaches down and grabs the Maid of Might by her hair. He lifts her head up and smiles - "Bitch can't see or hear anything!" he gloats.
"MMMMMMMHHHHHHH!" Supergirl moans, a third orgasm flowing through her super body.
"Cool it, bitch!" the man barks. He then drops her head and leaves the store. As he flees up the street, a man and woman, sitting in a sedan down the street watch the store front. Supergirl doesn't emerge to chase the thief. They time his departure, then watch two police cars, sirens blaring, stop in front of the store. Three cops run into the store. Still no Supergirl!
Inside the store, the Maid of Might is thoroughly confused. She's suddenly aware that she's seated on the floor, her hands are under her skirt, one hand is buried inside her vagina, the other is holding her clit. "Wh - what, nnnh, what happened to me?" she asks herself as she pulls her hands from under her skirt. She slides the blue fabric across her nether lips and notices that she's sopping wet between her legs. A small puddle of her juices has formed on the floor between her legs.
"S-soo weak," she sighs, her head dropping forward. "C-cuffs? H-how did these get here? NNnnhh!" she moans as she tries to pull the cuffs off her wrists. She quits abruptly when her fogged mind realizes that she doesn't have the strength to do so.
Three cops rush into the store and skid to a halt, eyes wide at the sight inside the store. The mighty heroine is slumped down on the floor and handcuffed, her hair hanging in wet, ropy strands across her face and over her shoulders. "Is that really Supergirl?" one cop asks. "I thought she had super powers or sumptin'?" he asks the sergeant.
Two cops help Supergirl to her feet and she slips on the cum she's left on the floor. She's pulled across the room and leans against one counter, her legs bent at the knees, her head drooping forward, her chin resting on her stunning chest. Several minutes pass before she can stand upright on her beautiful legs. The police question her but beyond seeing a man with a gas mask, the Maid of Might can't remember what's happened since she came into the store.
"Excuse me," she says, moving to go out the door.
"Uh, Supergirl?" the rookie begins, "what about the cuffs? I mean, who could cuff YOU? Why haven't you busted them?"
"I, uh, I don't know," the girl stammers, her face reddening in shame. How COULD she be cuffed? What's happened to her powers? As she leaves the store, she doesn't notice the woman seated in a car down the street, who jots notes into a PDA. Supergirl takes a few steps and tries to leap into the air but stumbles and lands on one knee in front of the store, her cuffed hands plam-down on the street, holding her up. Her cape has fallen over the top of her head, partially hiding her shame. She staggers to her feet again and walks down the street, obviously still unsteady.
"Carmen just uploaded this from her Palm," the Intergang chief of Theft announces triumphantly. He hot-synchs with computers around the conference table and lets the other criminal masterminds read the report.
"Steinberg's family threatened ... told she's being observed ... Supergirl rendered useless as a crimefighter! ALL RIGHT!!!" voices around the table exclaim.
"Took that bitch at least 20 minutes before she was able to fly away," Physical Damage gloats. "Man, I woulda loved to see that sanctimonious super-bitch shuffling down the street, hands cuffed, head down, hair soaked in her own sweat, little cum stain on the front of her skirt! HAW HAW HAW!?"
A week later Supergirl flies back into D.C. for another appointment with Dr. Steinberg when her keen super hearing detects an alarm in a large office atop a five-story building near Steinberg's office. The Maid of Might immediately banks and turns toward the office. She crashes in through a window and gently lands on one red boot, then drops her other foot to the ground. At first, she can't see why an alarm went off - the room is a huge, empty office with no furniture. There are three people in the room - two men and a woman, dressed in gray suits. Somehow, they look familiar . . .
"Was an alarm set off in here?" the Maid of Might quizzes the trio? "I was flying by . . ."
"Ah, go screw yerself, bitch!" one of the men snarls at the Girl of Steel. Immediately, her hands again begin to move to her breast and between her legs. Again the heroine is helpless before the need to pleasure herself. Again she drops to her knees from the spasm of pleasure that wracks her body as her fingers gently but powerfully squeeze her right nipple. Her head drops forward onto her magnificent chest, her eyes close, and a soft moan escapes her luscious red lips as her fingers slip between her thighs and probe upward into her crotch.
The powerful heroine sags forward on her knees, one hand cruelly crushing one of the buds on her chest, her other hand moving like a blur between her legs, flashing in and out of her vagina. In seconds, Supergirl cries out as a powerful orgasm rips through her super body. She falls forward and only at the last minute does the hand on her breast manage to stop her from falling on her chest. As she weakly balances on that arm, her other hand continues to plumb the depths of her love canal, faster and faster in a powerful super-fuck.
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes . . ." one of the suits says, dumbfounded. They watch in fascination as the once-invincible Maid of Might is reduced to a self-abusing slut, unaware of anything around her.
"This shit is better than Kryptonite!" the woman says, moving toward the stricken Maid of Might. The woman moves Supergirl's hair back away from her face, pulls it behind the heroine's head, then pulls Supergirl's head backward.
"Nnnnh, nnnh, nnnNNNHHHHH," the Girl of Steel moans as another powerful orgasm shudders her super body. She can feel the woman pulling her head back and meekly allows the woman to pull Supergirl into a seated position, her taut butt balanced on the heels of her red boots. "Luh - leave me alone," Supergirl begs the woman, looking dully up and into the woman's eyes. "MMnnnh," she moans as her hand, now no longer supporting her body, again begins to manipulate her breast and nipple.
"She doesn't LOSE her fuckin' powers, Carmen," one of the men says smugly, "she just THINKS she's lost 'em! She's still invulnerable, babe. She still has her powers."
"So what good is this?" the other man asks. "So we can get her to jack off. How's that help Intergang?"
"The bosses thought about offing the super bitch but decided this was better - any time she interferes with one of our operations, we just say the magic words and leave her jacking off. In a little while, she'll be useless as a super heroine and we won't have to worry about the Justice League or Supes coming after us for killing her. We let her kill herself - with kindness!"
"C'mon, let's get outta her," the woman says, releasing Supergirl's hair. Her head falls forward as she's lost in a masturbatory reverie. "We can come back later for the cameras." The trio look around the room, at each of the spots where a camera is hidden and taping the Maid of Might's masturbation. As the trio leaves the room, they hear a loud moan from the stricken heroine as another orgasm rips apart her super body and super will.
sg continues to play with her stunning body for another hour before, exhausted from innumerable orgasms, she collapses in a heap on the cold floor of the room. As the sun sets, the Maid of Might curls into a ball, one hand still jammed up inside her pussy, the other still curled around one of her pert breasts.
The next morning, a bedraggled Girl of Steel slowly, painfully pulls herself to her feet. Her super-powered masturbations had taxed her muscles, even bruised one or two. Once on her feet, she winces in pain as her thighs close around her vagina. Even though she feels like her old, super-powered self, she aches from her strenuous evening's entertainment. "Wha - what is WRONG with me?" she whines, brushing some stray locks away from her face. "I seem to remember coming here - yesterday?" she reasons. "But why do I hurt so much? Nnnh, and . . . and my skirt? What are these dried stains on my skirt and legs? WHAT'S GOING ON?"
"Those people - who were those people? In the business suits?" a puzzled heroine muses as she looks around the office. She doesn't think to use her super vision, nor her super hearing and so is unaware of the cameras slowly taking in her every move.
"Dr. Steinberg's office!" Supergirl exclaims, her keen memory suddenly placing the trio. "They were in her office! And I began having these blackouts after visiting with her last week!" With blinding speed, the Maid of Might launches herself into the air and flies through the broken window, racing the two blocks to Steinberg's office.
"GONE!" Supergirl cries when she reaches Steinberg's office. "Where could she have gone?" Using her super vision, Supergirl sees that the doctor, her staff, all the furnishings in the office are gone. The Girl of Steel enters the building and quickly asks people in neighboring offices if they know anything about Steinberg. All they know is she moved out of the office early the day before, everything went into a non-descript van which then left.
"What am I going to do now?" the Maid of Might asks herself, standing outside the entrance to Steinberg's building. She winces slightly from the dull throbbing in her breasts and cunt, unaware of the reason for their soreness. Sadly, she leaps upward and flies off toward Leesburg and home.