The planet Krypton, in the last few centuries before its destruction, was a place of peace, prosperity and love. Crime was virtually non-existent and the Phantom Zone allowed the citizens to remove those maladjusted miscreants to someplace out of sight, out of mind - another dimension - for the good of society, of course! Everyone HAD to be kind toward others, helpful, friendly and, well, a lot like your typical upper-middle class liberal Californian of the late 20th century.
Before Kryptonian scientists developed the Phantom Zone projector, criminals were housed in detention centers, usually off-planet. For most of the last thousand years of its existence, Krypton did not allow even the worst criminals to be put to death. The truly odious criminals were, however, put into deep cryogenic sleep. Before the Phantom Zone, this is how Krypton put the black threbles (a Kryptonian sheep-like animal) of its society out of sight, out of mind. Eventually a component in a criminal's sleep unit would fail and the person died horribly, but hey, the society HAD tried to keep him (or her) alive and, well, accidents will happen!
Almost a thirty years before the planet's scientists discovered the Zone projector, Peace Officials apprehended Citizen Mal-dur after a long hunt. Mal-dur was, arguably, one of the worst social criminals on Krypton at the time of his arrest. Kryptonians as a rule were very VERY casual about sex and sensuality. Nudity was common on beaches and in parks around the planet. One didn't hump another person on top of a desk in a busy office, but neither were religious authorities called to suppress and harass a young couple who kissed in public. Being loving and sensual was just considered to be good form among Kryptonians, a sign of a mature, healthy and sane adult.
Mal-dur was mature, but he was also decidedly NOT healthy or sane. Mal-dur, one of the most senior administrators in the Kryptonian government, was what could be called a dirty old pervert. He liked to play with very young girls and boys and he liked to dominate men and women, humiliating them, and even torturing them by abusing their bodies and minds. Mal-dur was finally tracked and trapped in his Pleasure Pit - an expensive residence outside the capital city of Krypton. In the Pit the Peace Keepers found scores of bodies or parts of bodies stacked in cellar rooms, plus some twenty men women and children, more or less alive and all brutally confined, restrained, bound . . .
"The Judicial Council has evaluated your case, Mal-dur," Adjudicator Ken-al intoned, looking at the short, thin, ill-kempt man in the defendant's box. "We do not believe you can become a valuable or useful member of society. We think you need to be removed from our society for the rest of your life. Have you anything to say that may refute our belief?"
"Your society is SICK, Ken-al, SICK SICKSICKSICK!!" the man snarled, spittle dropping from one lip. "I tried to . . . oh yes . . . you needed to see . . . sex is liberating and . . . the one true way . . ." he mutters incoherently as Peace Keepers drag the man away from the Judicial Council.
"Lifetime confinement in cryo sleep, on Rislan!" Adjudicator Ken-al shouted as the criminal was pulled away from the court room. Within two days, Mal-dur has been placed in a sturdy, self-contained metal cryogenic sleep container buried deeply in the rocky cliffs of Krypton's tiny moonlet, Rislan, and was promptly forgotten a week later. Two decades later a rock slide covered the unit and only the radioactive core which operated the unit kept it functioning in its cold dark cavern.
Several hundred years later, most of the sleepers on Rislan had been revived, one by one, and were either sent to the Phantom Zone or were released back into the general public. Bureaucracy on a planetary scale moved slowly, even on Krypton. The remaining sleepers would be processed in the next few months. Someone might even remove the rocks blocking Alcove 34218-7224 to see if there was a sleep unit inside.
Then the planet exploded.
A large chunk of Krypton smashed into Rislan and shattered the moonlet into even smaller chunks of irradiated space junk spinning outward from Krypton's orbit and even out of the Kryptonian system. One of the larger shards of Rislan was a piece of rock containing Alcove 34218-7224, surrounding a cryo-sleep unit. The chamber had lain under a rock slide for centuries and the power source for the unit was about to expire. The rock with Mal-dur tumbled slowly as it sped across interstellar space and the power source lasted for many years but eventually began to lose power. A fail-safe circuit began revival procedures for the occupant of the sleep unit and managed to bring him back to near-consciousness as the power source faded. As the rock chunk raced through deep space far from any stars, as the sleep unit slowly shut down, Mal-dur began to stir.
The rock around the sleep unit did not turn to Kryptonite upon the death of the planet. However, when bits of the planet hit the surface of the small rock, a fine coating of radioactive dust was spread over half of the rock's surface. During the long voyage between stars, low level radiation slowly penetrated through the rock and sleep unit and marginally affected Mal-dur as he slept. Between the stars, away from red or yellow or white suns, the radiation didn't act like green Kryptonite did on Earth. Mal-dur wasn't killed by long exposure, but his body was slowly manifesting almost every form of cancer known to Kryptonian medicine. Some of his cells even mutated into crude forms of green K. Out beyond the influence of a yellow sun, the green Kryptonite dust was just hard radiation, not the deadly poison for Kryptonians as is on Earth. Inside the tumbling rock, the unconscious man didn't notice the slow changes in his physiology.
Mal-dur came fully awake as his rocky ride bored into a small yellow sun's system. By this time Mal-dur's body had become adjusted to the effect of green K radiation. His skin had even taken on a slightly greenish pallor and maybe five percent of his cells had died and hardened into a weak kind of green Kryptonite. In fact, his body now radiated its own weak green K field. Mal-dur felt strange - both strong and nauseous at the same time, as the yellow sun gave him power while the green K slowly drained it away.
Seeing the lid to the sleep capsule ajar, Mal-dur pushed on it and was astounded to see the metal and glass door bend and twist like thin tissue paper in his bare hands! As he pulled himself out of his capsule he suddenly also realized that he was in space, in vacuum, AND STILL ALIVE!! This was INCREDIBLE! Slowly the man began to walk around and explore his little cavern - through a small gap in the rocks piled against the entrance he could see stars rushing away from him. He didn't understand what was happening, what HAD happened.
The third planet from the yellow sun passed across the the rocky chunk's path and sucked the rock and Mal-dur into its massive gravity well. Screaming soundlessly in the vacuum of space and his little cavern, Mal-dur could feel himself falling, could feel the heat rising in his little world, but didn't know what to do. He had begun to claw at the rocks blocking his exit when the rock exploded from it's brush with Earth's atmosphere. Mal-dur fainted from shock.
The Girl of Steel is flying back to Metropolis to check in on her cousin Kal-el when her super hearing hears a massive atmospheric explosion. Turning in mid-air, the Maid of Might uses her powerful super vision to sweep further and further away from herself for the source of the explosion. Minutes later, Supergirl spots the remnants of an explosion southwest of Chile in an uninhabited area of the South Pacific. A quick kick of her finely-muscled legs and the heroine's speed increases tremendously, thrusting her taut young body into the upper atmosphere for a quick ballistic flight past the Equator, past Easter Island and toward the South Pole.
As she roars ever southward, the Girl of Steel can see a surge moving across the ocean, a wall of water maybe twenty feet high, spreading like the ripple from a stone dropped into a pond. She knows that when this water hits the shallow waters around an island or a continental shelf, the wave will compress and rise as high as sixty feet to form what the Japanese called a tsunami or tidal wave. There's little she can do at this time to stop the surge, so the heroine decides to see if she can identify what caused it. Triangulating from the edge of the wave, she locates the center of the circle and dives toward it, plowing through a large black cloud system boiling the heavens. The destruction of Mal-dur's rock in Earth's upper atmosphere was like the explosion of twenty hydrogen bombs.
As lightning strikes her indestructible body, the Maid of Might shudders inwardly, recalling how Swift Bear had used lighting a few days ago to capture her! Fortunately, none of these strikes are as concentrated or powerful as those conjoured by the Native American shaman. She also feels a slight tingling sensation as she plows through the dust left by Mal-dur's rock. Bits of the green K dust that had covered his prison float through the air, some bits latching onto her long blond tresses.
Tremendous speed brings Supergirl to the area of the explosion less than an hour after it had occurred. As she descends slowly, scanning the area for any signs of what caused the powerful blast ("French must be testing their nukes again" she muses), she sees the bodies of thousands of fish and fowl floating on the surface of the ocean. "Must have been a totally-illegal airborne nuclear explosion," she finally decides, disgusted with Man's abuse of the beautiful planet and its resources.
The Girl of Steel ignores a slight queasiness she's now feeling, due to the few particles of green K that have attached themselves to her body or costume. She also doesn't consider the possibility of a meteor strike as a culprit. In fact Mal-dur's rocky ride had kissed Earth's atmosphere and just as an earlier visitor from space had devastated the Tunguska region of Siberia around 1912, this meteorite also exploded in a massive blast high above the surface.
Supergirl's keen super vision suddenly sights a body floating in the ocean below her! Quickly the red-, blue- and yellow-clad woman dives toward the surface of the ocean. She skims across the wave tops, slowing her speed drastically and expertly scoops up the body of a strangely-dressed middle-aged man floating face-down in the roiling hot sea.
Supergirl lifts the man from the ocean and turns northward to fly him back toward land for medical help, and quickly accelerates to nearly 200 mph, shielding the man with her red cape. After sixty or eighty miles, a familiar weakness suddenly softens her muscles and clouds her vision. "N-no!," she protests, "I know . . . unh . . . I . . . got rid of . . . nnhhh . . . the green K that was . . . mmnh . . . poisoning me!" A super villain had managed to get artificial green Kryptonite inside the Girl of Steel, weakening her like this for some time. But to the best of her knowledge, all that synthetic green K was gone from her system! "Gotta . . . find land!"
As Supergirl struggles to keep airborne she spots a small island. Her powers are still fading and she suddenly feels more nauseous. Finally, the exhausted costumed heroine lands on a small island some eighty miles from the blast site. Although her landing is very ragged - she stumbles and almost falls when her shiny red boots hit the beach, she recovers and gently lays the small man on the white sand beach. Spent, the Maid of Might bends at the waist and props herself up by locking her elbows and clasping her knees with her hands. Her shiny yellow hair falls over the top of her head and cascades down around her neck, framing her face as she looks downward and pants for breath. She can see her chest heaving, thrusting her pretty round breasts downward in time with her gasps.
<Wh-where am . . . I>? Mal-dur manages to ask as he awakens from his faint. Looking up, his first is of a beach some place - bright, sunny, but with large clouds to the south. Then he sees her! A truly magnificent vision! She looks like a young girl - barely an adult, wearing a blue, form-fitting blouse, a short red skirt, red boots, and a short red cape. And what a figure! Beautiful legs, muscular but not offensively-so, and majestic breasts trying to free themselves from the restraining blouse. Mal-dur begins to rise. He also starts to get to his feet.
Supergirl has finally managed to regain her breath and can now stand upright. Placing her hands on her hips, the Maid of Might rocks her head back, looks skyward and inhales deeply, trying to cure herself of the nausea she feels. "Nnh . . . maybe I flew down here too fast!?" she wonders. "What about that guy . . .?"
As the woman turns to face the man she had pulled from the drink, she's startled to see him less than a foot away, walking slowly toward her, his hands raised and open as if he's about to pick up two grapefruits. Taking half a step backward, Supergirl asks, "Hello . . . I'm Supergirl! Who are you?"
Mal-dur pauses for a moment, trying to understand what this female is saying. Shrugging, unable to decipher her strange speech, Mal-dur resumes advancing on the woman. He's only interested in feeding a sexual need that hasn't been fed for a LOOONNGG time, not idle chat.
Supergirl raises her own hands and meets his, entwining her fingers around his. Exerting just a bit of her star-fueled strength, she manages to stop the man's advance. His startled expression suggests that he doesn't recognize her or know what powers she has. As his hands are shoved down to his sides, she again announces her name and then releases his hands. As the man stares at her, confusion and maybe a little anger on his face, Supergirl steps back away from the man. Then she puts her hands on her hips and assumes the classic super heroine pose - elbows back, breasts thrust forward, chin up, hair and cape blowing in the off-shore breeze.
<I don't understand you . . . or how you stopped me,> Mal-dur says in Kryptonian, <. . . I don't understand you, but then I never saw the need to discuss anything with a woman. Well, it is fun to scare them with what's to come, but . . .>
"He's speaking Kryptonian!" Supergirl suddenly realizes, recognizing a few of his words. She had grown up on Argo City, a settlement on a moonlet circling a planet on the edge of Krypton's system. The moonlet survived the planet's destruction, only to slowly die later in space. But while she grew up on the fragment, young Kara had learned Kryptonian. This guy's speech was very archaic, but was definitely Kryptonian! <Hello, I am Kara of Argo City, daughter of Zor-el and Allura!> a smiling Supergirl says to the man. She sees a short (5'7") middle-aged (?) man of slight build wearing a single-piece white body suit and white slippers. The man is bald, except for bits of gray hair over (and IN) his ears and long stringy side-burns (fashionable at the time of his trial). He has a large nose, for a Kryptonian, a small mouth and beady black eyes.
Mal-dur was about to grab the woman when she suddenly says something he can understand. Kryptonian! He must be back on Krypton, somehow! Looking around, he notices that none of the moons of Krypton are visible - how very odd! And the colors are wrong - washed out, pale compared to the rich colors of Krypton! Then he notices that the sun and the color of the skies are . . . wrong. Turning back toward the oddly-dressed young girl, he realizes that his sexual needs are quickly overwhelming his ability to focus on anything else. He can feel a massive erection growing between his legs. He can't worry about the color of the sky or where he is, not while he aches to take this delicious young girl's body!
<How did you get to Earth . . .?> Supergirl starts to ask the man when she suddenly notices two things - the man is VERY aroused (not uncommon around her!), with a tent forming near his crotch as his body suit bulges outward. But she also notices that his skin has a sickly greenish tinge to it. Before she can ask the man about how he arrived here, why his skin looks funny, or anything else, the man acts. He leaps at her and slams against the girl's body, knocking her onto her back with him on top.
"Nnnhh!" the Maid of Might grunts as the little man crawls across her body to pin her arms to the sand, his legs lying across her thighs. "C-can't do . . . this to . . . me. I'm . . . Supergirl!" she manages to say as he rubs his body against hers.
The little man continues to slither across her body, his hips causing her skirt to ride up and expose her blue panties. His massive manhood, swelling to monumental proportions under Earth's weak gravity, plows against the Girl of Steel's mound and clit, causing her to moan and writhe her hips. <Stop . . . this!> she protests in her native Kryptonian as the man begins rubbing against her body, first sliding his hips toward her head, then toward her feet, dragging his massive cock across her nether regions. <NNnnnhhh! NOOOO!! Stop . . . aaaHHHH . . . STOP!> she cries, twisting violently, finally throwing the odious little man off her body.
Supergirl, lying on her back on the sandy beach, pauses to catch her breath and fight off another wave of nausea. As she starts to rise up onto her elbows, the man she rescued from the sea suddenly punches her jaw. The heroine's head flies sideways, hair flaring outward and tossing off bits of sand. "HEY! I FELT that!" she says as she turns back to face this guy. <What are you DOING?> she asks him again in Kryptonian.
Mal-dur, on his knees beside this beautiful female, listens vaguely to her rants. The woman obviously needs to be disciplined properly! He notices two little tents forming on her chest on either side of a red-and-yellow "S". Mal-dur leans forward and quickly grabs each of Supergirl's nipples and squeezes them with all his strength. At the same time, he pulls them back toward him, stretching her breasts unnaturally.
Surprised by the man suddenly putting his hands on her nipples, a shocked Supergirl screams from the pain stabbing her chest as he abuses her pretty little nubs. "How can . . . AAIIIIIEEEEE!!! How can he . . . do this t-to me?" she wails in English. Both her hands grab his wrists to try and remove his hands from her nipples. "Rao! It's like he's trying to rip them off meeeeAAAIIII!!!" she yells, tears filling her eyes from the incredible pain.
Grunting, the Maid of Might finally manages to pull his hands away from her breasts. Both people look at Supergirl's slim hands holding Mal-dur's wrists. Mal-dur can't believe that a mere FEMALE might resist him, while Supergirl is astounded that someone would do such things to her body, less than thirty minutes after she saved him! Supergirl reacts first and back-hands the man's face, knocking him head over ass backward toward the surf. Pausing a moment to catch her breath again, she rises to a seated position. She closes her eyes only for a moment - WHY does she feel so weak!? She needs to shake off this weakness before dealing with the man in the strange costume.
Mal-dur bounces several times before his body hits the water and plows to a halt. Waves wash him ashore again and the little pervert quickly rises to his feet. <You must learn who is your master, girl!> he says, stomping back toward the seated woman. Just as she looks up and opens her eyes, Mal-dur kicks her face with one of his sleep tank slippers. Both are stunned when the Maid of Might suddenly flies up and back over fifty yards, crashing into a palm tree and dropping to its base.
"How? Where did I get all this strenght!" the man wonders as he watches the girl fly across the sand. Mal-dur realizes that his life has somehow changed but he doesn't want to think about that right now. All he needs to know is that he somehow he's become incredibly powerful. However, this girl who he NEEDS to fuck NOW is also incredibly powerful (and stupendously beautiful). He has to quickly subdue and rape her repeatedly until his carnal needs subside. Then he can take the time to consider what has happened to him.
Mal-dur runs across the sand toward the heroine and suddenly finds himself moving at super speed, throwing a rooster tail of sand up and outward in his wake! Before he can react, before he can stop his churning legs, he plows into the woman and all three - him, her, and the tree, continue to fly further away from the beach. They land in a crumpled heap several dozen yards inland and again Mal-dur finds himself atop the Maid of Might.
"So-some-something . . . is af-fecting . . . me . . . nnngghh! So weak, hard . . . to focus . . ." Supergirl manages to gasp as she struggles underneath the little man. Gloating at the girl's discomfort, ignorant that the poison inside him is weakening her, Mal-dur scrambles up to sit on her upper abdomen and uses his knees to pin her arms to the sand. As she struggles under him, he viciously clasps his hands together and smashes them onto her face as fast and as hard as he can until her eyes close and her struggles ceases.
"NNNOOOOOO!" Supergirl screams, snapping back to consciousness as she feels something banging against her crotch. Looking around through pain-filled eyes, she can dimly see that she's still lying on the sand. The little man has stripped off his body suit to reveal a penis that is easily fifteen inches long and over three inches wide! He is energetically ramming it against her body, trying to force it into her dry pussy. Unused to a tool that has grown to a monstrous size under the yellow sun and Earth's weaker gravity, Mal-dur is unable to control the tool and is just too anxious to penetrate her. As a result, his manic efforts fail to gain entry but do awaken her. He finally pauses in his mad thrusting, hovering above Supergirl, one hand holding his massive tool like a short sword, the other poised to slap the girl's face should she put up any resistance.
<I am your new Master, girl!> the Kryptonian says as the woman shakes her head, trying to focus her eyes, <stop fighting me and I'll stop hitting you! You are now mine by right of conquest, Kara of Argo City!> Not waiting for her to respond, he rubs the tip of his dick against her vagina and is deliberately rough when he drags it across her clit. Despite her moans, he can see her body starting to wet her love canal. Impatiently Mal-dur releases his bowels and pees on the girl, soaking her skirt and panties. He then quickly reaches down and pulls aside the wet strip of panties that ran across her vagina and AGAIN tries to force his way into her. <Open up, woman,> he hisses, looking in her eyes, <this can be MUCH easier for you!> Mal-dur only dimly realizes that his own vision is cloudy and that he too is very nauseous. Then he notices that the skin on the top of his tool is greenish. <Must be the odd light here,> he decides.
Supergirl can't understand how this little man - certainly a Kryptonian, but not nearly was muscular as she is - has managed to overpower her. And now he's trying to RAPE her! Desperately, as he concentrates on penetrating her, she hammers his face with clenched fists, blasting the man backward. She immediately tries to sit up but is overwhelmed by vertigo. She falls backward against the sand and closes her eyes, covering them with one forearm, waiting for the ground beneath her to stop moving. She suddenly feels too weak to even stand!
"Nnn-not again!" she moans, recognizing the toxic effects of poisoning from green Kryptonite. Shuddering briefly, Supergirl realizes that something is definitely wrong here. Not just the fact that this wimpy little green guy is beating the crap out of her, but also that she feels so weak. And once again, she realizes that she's becoming powerfully aroused by having someone overpower and dominate her.
Supergirl is probably the most powerful woman on the planet, but no man except her cousin Superman could sexually satisfy her, reach the innermost depths of her body and give her the kind of orgasm that would totally satisfy her super body. But even by Krypton's relaxed sexual standards, penetration between such closely-related people was forbidden. No human penis could survive the crush her pelvic muscles would exert in a full-strength automatic response to orgasm.
However, recent attempts by humans to rape her had been under circumstances in which they had overpowered the Maid of Might and had her helplessly under their control, and had weakened her so that she couldn't crush them when her vaginal muscles automatically closed around anything inside her during an orgasm. And even though their efforts didn't reach the right spot inside her vagina, she DID experience orgasms that blew off the top of her mind! In a dark recess of her mind, Supergirl begins to wonder if being dominated and raped is what caused those orgasms to feel so powerful - so goood.
Mal-dur needs time to recover from the girl's latest blow. <Where does this girl get her STRENGTH!> the little pervert asks himself as he rubs his chin. Struggling to his feet, he staggers toward Supergirl, the ground beneath him seemingly moving under his feet. He realizes that his vision is getting cloudier and his stomach is now ready to explosively eject its contents (of which there are none) - from one end of his body or the other! Whatever is wrong is getting worse! Maybe he just has to get off this planet. Maybe it is poisoning him, turning him green! First, though, he MUST fuck this bitch to death. He no longer sees her as just a way to relive the pressure between his legs. The insolent bitch actually HIT him! Snarling a feral war cry, the wimpy little man leaps at Supergirl (and again is surprised when he flies some forty feet across the sand!). Their two bodies connect with the sound of steel hitting steel just as the Maid of Might again tries to rise.
The two Kryptonians slide along the sand for almost fifty yards from the momentum of Mal-dur's attack. As the naked man grapples with the heroine, she can feel her muscles gradually weakening, can feel him starting to overwhelm her defenses. Suddenly, his bald little head rams into her chin and dazes the girl. A second head-butt and she again sags down onto her back. Seeing the woman go limp again, Mal-dur redoubles his efforts to rape her. Rising to his knees between the girl's creamy white thighs, he again sticks a pudgy finger between her panties to shove them aside and bare her crotch and vagina. Once again he rams his dick (which is now shrinking for some reason) into the girl. This time, he finds that the girl's hole is quite wet, and he manages to get past her inner lips and forces his way up her vagina.
Supergirl moans and regains consciousness when a sharp pain suddenly stabs her lower body. In a second, she realizes that the man has finally penetrated her. But that can't be the source of the sharp pain she feels. "My nnnh my vagina!" she gasps, "f-feels like aaaahhh like it's on fire!" Panting as her libido responds to her situation and his slow strokes, she gasps loudly when he plants his hands on her boobs and begins squeezing and pulling them in time with the thrusts of his hips.
<NNnnhh. P-pp-please . . . not so . . . hard!> the defeated heroine begs her oppressor, hoping to lull him into assuming she would stop fighting."I must . . . aaaAAHHH . . . must do something," Supergirl realizes, gasping suddenly. Where his hands touch her breasts - her skin feels like it's on fire! Slowly, as her body rocks on the ground in response to his driving hips, slowly she realizes that his skin is green! "Wh-what?"
Mal-dur just smiles and leans forward, using more energy to thrust his dick into her cunt and squeeze her breasts. The pained expression on the girl's face, her pleading for him to show mercy, sends a warmth through his body. He is dominating her, as he should do! As his face lowers closer to the girl's, his lips met hers, he uses his tongue as a battering ram to pry open her lips and run his tongue against her teeth, eventually even forcing these apart (well, actually, she opened them when she gasped from his efforts). <S-STOPPP!!> she manages to scream, slamming her cupped hands against the man's ears.
The explosive blow to Mal-dur's ears cause him to roar in pain and rise off his fuck toy. As he rises to his knees, his Kryptonian dick LIFTS the woman off the sand, holding her hips over a foot above the sand, her head still on the ground. Contracting her belly muscles and locking her legs around the man's hips, the Maid of Might does a sit-up and rises off the sand until her upper body is nearly vertical and facing her tormentor. Screaming in rage, she smashes both of her fists against Mal-dur's face, bending his body backward until his head hits the sand behind him. As he sags back onto the sand, Supergirl begins pulling herself off his dick ("Mnnnnhhh!"). Standing over the man, she marvels at his massive cock.
Swaying slightly, she uses her super vision to scan his body to learn more about the green tinge in his skin. Suddenly the Girl of Steel backpedals away from the man - THERE IS SOMETHING LIKE GREEN K IN HIS SKIN!! She can see the stuff, bonded to his body on a cellular level, radiating, killing her! "No . . . wonder I feel s-so . . . weak . . . around him!" she gasps. Turning, the Maid of Might leaps into the air to fly away but manages only to rise a few feet when she falls roughly back to ground, landing on her chin and boobs. Panting, she struggles back to her feet and moves far-too-slowly away from the Kryptonian. Just before passing through the tree line into the jungle behind the beach, she turns once and sees him kneeling and doing dry heaves. Too weakened by the green K poisoning from his skin to fly, the Maid of Might can only stagger along a jungle trail away from the stranger, hoping to regain her powers before he attacks her again.
The island was the first place hit by the surge from the explosion of Mal-dur's rock. A forty-foot tall wave rolled across the beach and slammed into the sole village on the island, smashing it to pieces and sloshing the ruins, its people and animals off into the surf and away from the island. Only a few survivors who happened to be on higher ground survived.
Supergirl staggers into a clearing atop a low hill, panting from the exertion. She is still too weak from her exposure to that Kryptonian and his infected skin to fly. Even a walk of maybe a hundred yards has exhausted her to the point where her legs are rubbery and she can barely stand! She realizes she needs some time away from him to regain her strength and properly deal with him. Pausing to catch her breath and wipe perspiration off her brow (she is amazed - she's NEVER sweated this much in her life!), the Girl of Steel turns to look back toward the beach. Unfortunately, her super vision is still too blurry and she can't see the man. The heroine turns away from the beach to resume her flight. Suddenly she notices three large stone . . . heads across the clearing.
"These look like the monuments on Easter Island!" she exclaims, approaching the heads. "I wonder if they were made by the same . . ."
Supergirl is unable to finish her thought - three Polynesian men step from the foliage near the heads and approach the Girl of Steel, chanting and waving rattles at her. As Supergirl looks at the men, dumbfounded, she suddenly feels a wave of . . . fatigue (?) wash over her incredible body. Her shoulders sag, her chin drops to her breast, and her arms fall limply to her sides. Her eyes close slightly and she exhales . . . SIGHS . . . deeply. After a second, she raises her head and opens her eyes and can see that the men have come closer to her, still chanting and shaking their rattles at her. Again the woman feels weakness wash over her body and this time she drops to her knees on the sand, barely able to keep from falling flat on her face. Again her eyes close and her head drops forward. The rattles glow brightly as the men advance on the helpless heroine.
<Where . . . are you . . . my . . . little Kara?!> Mal-dur manages to blurt out as he enters the clearing - naked except for his white slippers, his erection back to its fifteen inch length. Mal-dur has recovered somewhat from his battle with Supergirl and the Kryptonite poisoning. He wants to find out how to stop the strange pains he feels and she seems to be the only source of information. Mal-dur steps into the clearing and stops, trying to understand the strange scene with the oddly-colored men advancing on the kneeling blond girl. "Does she belong to them?" he wonders, "is she their slave? Well, I'll soon make her MY slave, instead!"
The three native shamans turn toward this new intruder to their holy place. All of them step back a pace when they notice his monstrous penis. >Is this a GOD!< one of the men asks in their strange dialect.
His love rod is so large it would kill any of our women!< a second says.
Yes! This man's sexual power is amazing! Better than a virgin! Brothers, we must seize him and take his power for our own god, Waranatakil!< the third says. The three men move toward Mal-dur, chanting and shaking their rattles at him.
Suddenly, a young native man, wearing only a loincloth, leaps from the brush and crosses the few yards of the clearing and seizes Supergirl's cape. As he continues to race across the clearing, Supergirl is snapped off her knees and dragged behind him, hanging from her cape. Not slowed by the sudden weight of the Maid of Might, the man continues running, dashing past the priests and Mal-dur and down the hill trail, dragging the Maid of Might behind him. In seconds they are out of the clearing and near the bottom of the hill. The young man cuts to one side on another trail and rushes through the jungle, the Maid of Might helplessly bouncing along the trail behind him, unable to muster enough strength to stop him.
The three Polynesian religious men spread out and continue chanting and gesturing with their rattles toward the strange greenish god. In seconds, they see his head drop forward onto his chest and he slowly settles to the ground, moaning softly. His body seems to go limp. Everything except for his cock, that is, which still points forward and upward like the bowsprit on a tall ship.
Eventually, the natives stop their ritual and move back across the clearing - each faces one of the stone heads and raises his rattle. The chubby little priests utter something incomprehensible and from each rattle a beam of light arcs to the forehead of the nearest stone simulacra and waves of heat shimmer across the clearing. Behind them, Mal-dur is barely alive and in a deep coma. Beneath his body, his penis has finally shriveled to less than an inch in length and maybe half an inch in width.
"Hey, girly girl!" the young native says, slapping Supergirl lightly, trying to get her attention. "You wakey wake maybe?"
"Unnh," she grunts, shaking her head and trying to focus her eyes. "Wh-what . . . who?"
"Me fella name Roy. Him fella come Samoa call me Roy, same same you. 'Kay?"
The heroine shakes her head again as she slowly regains consciousness. Supergirl tries to focus her eyes to see who's slapping her. She also tries to understand the island/trader dialect being spoken. As the mists fall away from her eyes, she sees that she's in a small clearing, lying in the lap of a young man roughly her own age. Her costume is covered with dried sand - she can even feel some of the grains inside her boots. Finally his words make sense to her fogged brain and she's able to understand him and translate his pidgin English into something that makes sense.
"Preacher from Samoa . . . taught us some English. Talked about your God. The three priests killed him. No other whites here maybe two years now."
"What was . . . what did they do to me . . . in that clearing?" Supergirl manages to ask the lad, closing her eyes briefly, too weak to keep them open. She feels so terribly weak!
"Priests of our island. Worship island God. Heads made many many years ago by sky rider. Powerful magic, at least one maiden or young man a year must be sacrificed to Waranatakil. I was supposed to be sacrificed today. Then the storm hit and . . ."
"Sa-sacri-sacrifice?" the dazed heroine says, her eyes fluttering. Both are huddled together on the ground behind some thick bushes. She starts to rise to get back on her feet when Roy suddenly reaches out and puts one hand on her shoulder. He easily pushes her back onto his lap. "Hunh! How did you . . .?" Supergirl stutters, shocked at her weakness.
"NO!" he hisses loudly, "must hide! Must rest! Maybe get away from island! Everyone dead! Maybe priests use other man to get power, leave Roy and girl alone!"
The Maid of Might suddenly remembers that the man she'd rescued is somewhere on the island, maybe hunting her even now. He must be the other man. She shudders at the prospect of trying to resist the man in her current condition. Fear spurs the Girl of Steel to again try to rise and again she's roughly shoved back down into the boy's lap. Startled, Supergirl looks at the youth. How can he overpower her - is HE from Krypton, too?
"Puh-please . . . let me sit up," she begs the youth. He looks at her for a moment, then nods. Supergirl rolls out of his lap and rises to her hands and knees. She drops her butt down onto her calves, pinning her legs under her butt, and pauses while another spasm of weakness washes over her. She looks down and sees one of her hands trembling.
Suddenly the pair hear a noise beyond the bushes. Roy immediately leans forward and cups a hand over Supergirl's mouth and places his other on her thigh as he holds himself close to the girl. Eyes wide from the sudden move, Supergirl starts to pull back but Roy quickly moves his hand from her thigh to the back of her neck. Again, a feeling of helplessness sweeps over the heroine from her inability to resist his strong hands. She feels a little lubrication in her vagina at the thought of how easily this brown lad can control her. Moments later, Roy releases her and settles back onto his own haunches.
"D-do you know what those men did to me?" she asks him a second later in a soft whisper. "I suddenly seem very weak."
"Priests steal spirits of people. Feed them to God's heads. Young man, young woman, one or the other must feed the God's heads. One a year. Me, this year."
Supergirl sits silently for a long time, thinking about how magic might steal spirits. She recalls what her English friend Britannia, a sorceress, told her about the houngan of Haiti stealing souls, taking control of other people or taking their special powers, abilities or knowledges. Does Roy mean that the priests actually stole her super powers? Supergirl doesn't really understand much about what's happened to her since she fished that guy out of the sea, only that she feels so much weaker now! More than just Kryptonite poisoning is at work here.
The Maid of Might sits silently and tries to use her super powers of sight and hearing. Nothing seems to work well. Her super vision barely cuts through a few feet of foliage and her hearing and other senses seem equally affected. She picks up a coconut and tries to squeeze it in one hand, and even though her bicep swells from the effort, nothing happens. Roy laughs at the slight girl's futile effort to open a nut and easily takes it away from her. Inwardly, Supergirl cries for her lost powers and her mind races, trying to make sense of her situation.
"Roy, when these priests take spirits . . . what happens to the spirits and to the people who lost them? I need to understand why I'm so weak," Supergirl pleads, putting one hand on the youth's bare thigh.
Feeling a strange tingling between his legs, Roy decides to answer the girl's questions. Apart from the white preacher from Samoa, Roy had never seen a white person, especially not a blond white female! She . . . intrigues him. "Long ago sky rider give heads and rattles to priests. To priests on all islands in the world. Priests take one spirit each year and give to heads. Then people get good fishing, good planting, not get sick for year. Preacher say some islands have rattles, some have heads, but this island only one now with rattles, heads, and priests who know how to use them."
Supergirl decides that somehow her powers have been drawn into the rattles and maybe were transferred to the stone heads. Clearly, she needs to reverse the process soon if she has any chance of leaving the island under her own power. She wants to do something now, before the Kryptonian or the priests find them, but Roy won't let her do anything. She could wait until Roy falls asleep and then sneak back onto the hill. Maybe she can somehow seize the rattles and . . . well, whatever. But she can see by the shadows that it's barely past noon - she can't afford to wait until dusk!
Roy can't understand his own feelings. There is a strong tingle, an ACHE between his legs. He can feel part of his body has grown, like the time the girls in the village teased him and shoved him. This strange girl with the yellow hair and the odd clothes - her touch had sent an incredible shock through his body. Kneeling beside her, smelling her hair, her body, Roy can't understand what's happening to his young body. He's never been with a woman. That's why the priests wanted him, this year.
As he sits beside the Girl of Steel, watching the blue round bulges on the front of her shirt slowly rise and fall with her breathing, his mwanga between his legs gets longer and harder. Suddenly, for no reason, he raises one hand and puts it behind the girl's neck, sliding it between her hair and her skin, to gently touch her neck at the base of her head. It just seems like the right thing to do. The girl's eyes close slightly and she moans briefly, then her tongue darts from between her lips to moisten them, giving them a shinier, redder appearance. She sags against his hand, her eyes close completely, and Roy realizes that this strange woman is a gift from the gods. Not only did they NOT take him today, but with her, he will become a MAN today!
He suddenly follows some deeply ingrained genetic imperative and reaches toward her blue tunic, cupping a hand around one of the large bulges. Before covering it with his hand, Roy notices that there is a smaller bulge starting to form at the end of the larger bulge. He envelopes her breast and presses inward, squeezing her soft flesh against her chest. The girl moans louder now and her lips part - Roy can see her tongue moving inside her mouth, just behind her teeth, and somehow he knows that she's inviting him to . . . what? By the gods! He's never BEEN with a girl!
Boldly, the island youth leans forward and as his lips touch those of the blond girl, her tongue suddenly darts from her mouth and enters his, brushing back his tongue. The tips of their tongues meet and the girl moans again, then her tongue begins to savagely poke and probe his tongue and the inside of his mouth. Now he's starting to feel a definite ache between his legs but he doesn't know what to do! As he pushes forward against the girl, they topple onto the sand and his body drives her down, his skinny male body pinning her voluptuous body to the ground. Suddenly all reason flees his mind (and hers) as his hands run across her breasts and neck and shoulders and he kisses her as if he now wants to plunge HIS tongue through the back of her head.
Slowly, the Maid of Might, responding to some unknown force within her body, begins to raise her blouse. She pulls the otherworldly fabric upward, across her stomach, to the bottom of her breasts, then past them, gulping when they plop free from the restraining material. Roy's hands seem to follow the shirt, starting at her ribs and working their way upward, gently caressing her body, then engulfing her soft breasts. Again, for no conscious reason, the boy squeezes her milky white mounds, accidentally pinching one nipple. The girl under him arches her back and lifts her body, and his, off the sand and a deep moan escapes from her mouth.
Suddenly Roy feels the woman's hand wrap around the mwanga hidden beneath his breechcloth. NO one has EVER touched him there! Her hand feels like it's on fire! Before he can do anything, the girl wraps her strong thighs around his hips and pulls him forward. He can feel the tip of his mwanga bump against something - it must have hurt her, the way she moans! He suddenly gasps as he feels himself sliding INTO the girl's body! How did she . . . Where? He wants to pull away to see what she did, but the feeling of being INside her overwhelms him. Anyway, he feels like she's trying to crush him between her legs - he can't move!
The girl is remarkably flexible. While her hips - her crotch - presses against his groin, she's got him pulled close, his bare chest crushing the white mounds on her chest. Her tongue darts and stabs into his mouth, causing strange new sensations in him. All this is moving too fast - he can't understand what's happening. Again the island youth tries to pull away from the girl from the stars, and this time he manages to get his hands against her shoulders. He pushes backward and her arms, wrapped around his back, scratching and caressing it, are suddenly pulled away. As he rises off her body, the girl gasps and reaches toward him, a pained expression on her face. Roy struggles to spread her legs, to free himself from this crazy white woman, but she manages to grab one of his arms and pulls him back down. Roy starts to panic - he remembers something about women being the curse of men - what DID the white priest say?
As Roy struggles, his body moves unconsciously in response to Supergirl's hips, his teen tool making short but sensual thrusts into her vagina, his balls banging against her nether lips. As he struggles to get away from the girl, she can feel his strong hands actually hurting her, squeezing her breasts or pressing her shoulders against the gritty sand or pinching tender thigh flesh as he tries to free himself. Suddenly, Supergirl's body shudders uncontrollably as an orgasm begins in her clitoris and rips through her body. When Roy suddenly spasms a second later, she has a second, more powerful vaginal orgasm and only the loss of her super powers prevents her from crushing him in her legs and in her vagina. As the lad arches his back and a gutteral moan escapes his lips, his hands cruelly crush her breasts against her chest. When Supergirl manages to open an eye and sees the brown-skinned youth looming over her, driving her down, raping her, and feels him crushing her tender breasts, her body suddenly explodes in a third titanic orgasm.
As she sags back onto the sand, her body shuddering from the after effects of three powerful orgasms, the Girl of Steel releases Roy's hips. The kid falls forward onto her body, his hands slip down to her ribs, then down to cup her buttocks. Without thinking, he guides his mouth toward hers and they kiss hungrily, his penis still deep within her. In seconds, Roy runs his hands back up her ribs, caressing any bare patch of skin he can find. Supergirl reaches a hand around behind Roy's neck and caresses him as they kiss. Her other hand slides downward, her nails raking crossing his abdomen, making him shudder and gasp.
After a few seconds of lightly caressing each other, Supergirl suddenly is aware of his penis getting hard again inside her. His amazing teenage physique has helped him recover for another round of sex. Supergirl meeps happily as the lad begins to slide his hips backward, dragging his growing tool out of her body. Unconsciously, the lad again thrusts into the girl and her face shows him how happy she is for what he's doing. Emboldened, Roy begins thrusting harder and harder.
"Nnh ... nnnh ... y-yesss ... ohhhh ... ahhh," the Girl of Steel whimpers after his thrusts. "D-don't ... don't stop!" she cries as he thrusts harder and faster. Suddenly the heroine arches her back as another powerful orgasm rips through her once-super body, immediately followed by two more! And Roy, his dick still impossibly hard, plunges harder and harder into the girl to do what he hopes she wants. Throughout time, when a lad has an orgasm and is aroused just minutes later, the next orgasm takes much longer to come (no pun intended). When Roy's second orgasm finally explodes, he falls onto the exhausted Supergirl's body and soon both are asleep, entwined like lovers of time immemorial.
Some time later, as a bleary-eyed Roy starts to pull out of Supergirl, she awakens and manages to slip out a "No - stay!" and again hooks her ankles together behind his butt. Roy sighs raggedly but continues to caress her. He finds he enjoys the moans he hears when he squeezes her breast, when he CRUSHES her nipple between his fingers. On a whim, he bends slightly and lowers himself slightly. Supergirl's body shakes in response to the pleasant feeling of the boy enveloping one breast with his mouth and chewing her nipple. As he bites down harder and harder on her nipple, the pleasure/pain drives the Girl of Steel mad with lust and she slips a hand between their bodies to grasp his scrotum and the base of his penis.
Suddenly Roy realizes that the girl is again touching him . . . THERE! The thought sends a thrill through his body and he can suddenly feel his youthful body responding a third time to the girl. She can feel him responding too, both at the base of his penis and inside her. Like animals, the two teens stroke and caress each other with increasing energy, fueling his latest erection. Suddenly Supergirl feels Roy thrusting his hips against her body and her legs fall apart, opening wide, making it easier for him to ram into her. She no longer holds him as her prisoner. Now she is open, vulnerable, ready to be taken by her man-child. Her ability to resist his attack has vanished. In seconds, Roy's hips begin to whip against her vaginal lips, hammering her and driving his penis like a fleshy piston into her. She can feel the sides of his penis rubbing against the walls of her vagina. She can also feel herself growing insane with frustration - Roy's eight inches are a poor substitute for Superman's dick, or even the monster she faced this morning. But . . .
"NNNNGGGG!!" she moans, "YYYEESSSSSS!! DDOONNN'TT SSTOOOPPPP!!"
Suddenly her body shudders uncontrollably as yet another orgasm rips through her lithe body. Then another, right on the heels of the first, and finally a third. Supergirl's brain drifts on a cloud of sensual pleasure as the boy CONTINUES thrusting into her. His youthful body recovered quickly and made this third erection, but still isn't ready to cum. He doesn't know what he's supposed to do, but ramming against the girl seems to be what she wants, so he continues . . . on . . . and ON! Supergirl is like a rag doll at the end of his tool, slowly sliding forward across the sand, her eyes closed, her arms lying limp at her sides, drool running down one cheek. Her golden hair hangs in wet tatters across her face and in sand-covered clumps beside her head. And STILL he hammers her and hammers her! Her moans and whimpers of helplessness only make him feel more powerful, more in control!
He's starting to tire from the pounding so he grabs the girl's shoulders to hold in place and rises to his knees, lifting her butt off the sand. As her body shudders from his powerful piston-like action, he hammers her with harder and harder blows, finally starting to feel the pleasant tingling in his mwanga. After a few powerful blows, he again feels an amazing rush between his legs as his load shoots into the Girl of Steel. Finally drained, Roy falls away from the blonde and sags to the sand. He can see that she is unconscious - one hand covers a breast, the other holds a finger to her mouth, her eyes are closed and her magnificent chest slowly heaves up and down with her ragged breaths. Just before Roy collapses from exhaustion, he crawls over to the stranger and lays his arm across her chest, pinning her to the sand.
Some time after sundown, Roy awakens the sleeping heroine by shaking her shoulder. Again cupping a hand over her mouth, he pulls Supergirl to a seated position and helps the bleary-eyed girl lower her top from her neck. She looks briefly down between her legs at her cum-covered groin and moans. Her panties lie across the clearing - obviously pulled off some time during their passion, but she doesn't remember doing it. She points at them and mumbles something to the boy, hoping he'll help her. He fetches her panties and helps her slip them on, past her boots and up her legs. Roy pulls Supergirl to her feet and she falls against him as her rubbery legs fail her. Leaning against Roy, she manages to pull her panties up the rest of the way and puts her skirt back in place. Her hair is a mess and she's covered in dried sand, but she is beyond caring about ANYthing but the multiple orgasms this young man gave her. She still can't focus her mind on Mal-dur or recovering her lost super powers.
Roy decides that she's had enough time to wake up. He grabs one of her hands and leads her out of their little clearing. After a few minutes of slogging through the sand, the former Maid of Might is panting from the exertion of walking in boots in the still-wet sand. Especially after the wild sex! She gasps at Roy, begging him to stop so she can catch a breath.
"NO!" he hisses, "no more time. Must go to lagoon, get boat. Come now, rest later!" As he grabs her left biceps, Supergirl digs her heels in the sand and tries to resist the young man's pull. Shocked by her resistence, Roy lashes at her with his other hand and pushes Supergirl backwards, causing her to land roughly on her butt. "Not fight me! Girl must obey me! Not fight!" At that, he leans down and grabs two handfuls of fabric - the top of her blouse, above her breasts, and pulls her onto her feet. He then grabs her wrist and turns toward the lagoon but Supergirl unexpectedly lashes out at him with a fist, punching him below one shoulder blade.
Grunting, Roy drops her wrist and turns to face her. Supergirl can see anger in the young man's eyes, but she's determined to go back to the hill to regain her powers. Roy suddenly punches her in her abdomen, causing her to Whoof and bend slightly. He immediately slaps her face, the force of the blow twisting her head and sending her blond tresses flying. Stepping forward to take her and throw her over his shoulder, Roy stops abruptly when Supergirl suddenly rises and knees his nuts. As the lad steps backward, bent at the waist and holding his crotch, Supergirl brings her clenched hands down on the back of his neck. Roy drops like a sack of potatoes, unconscious.
Pausing just a moment to check the boy, to confirm that he's going to be okay, Supergirl turns and starts running slowly back toward the hilltop clearing. On the way, she tries her super powers and finds that she's still almost powerless. This won't be easy. "I might recover my super powers naturally," she muses, "but then again, since some kind of magic is at work, they might be lost permanently if I don't get them back from those witch doctors!"
Reaching the edge of the clearing, Supergirl cautiously looks upon the Hellish scene of the three priests sitting around a fire, drinking something. The Kryptonian male dangles limply from a crude t-frame set before the stone heads and appears to be unconscious.
Scooping sand into each hand, Supergirl charges into the clearing. When she bursts from the bush, the three natives stare at her, watching her boobs bouncing and golden hair flying. Then as one they rise to confront her. As she nears the men, Supergirl throws the sand at their eyes, blinding the three men momentarily. Not pausing, the heroine grabs the three rattles lying beside the fire. As the natives roar from their pain, Supergirl flees the clearing.
A few minutes later, a panting, exhausted Supergirl slips into a clearing in the bush, a few yards from the trail, and sags to the ground. In the dim light, using her very weak super vision, she examines the three rattles. Initially, they seem to be just three native rattles. Closer inspection reveals that these are actually sophisticated electronic devices. She knows she can't understand the circuits, so she just looks for ways to control the wands. Finally, she spies a button on each rattle, just below the round gourd at one end.
Warily, she aims one rattle at her chest and clicks the button. She keeps an eye on the rattle and listens carefully, but the thing seems lifeless. "What did he say . . .? Rattles take spirit, give to heads? Something like that . . . Maybe I have to be near the heads. But what if this button just takes more of my spirit?" Looking again at the rattle, she finally notices that she can turn the head of the rattle.
"Maybe one way puts powers in, the other takes out." Again putting the rattle against her breast, she clicks the button, but still nothing happens. "Hmm. THINK, girl! The rattle takes my powers. Two settings don't work. So . . . "
After a few minutes, Supergirl finally decides, "Hmm, Roy said an island had to have all three - the rattles, the heads, and someone who knows how to use them. This means one of two things: either magic is involved and I need to know the chants to get these things to work, or technology I don't fully understand is at work here. Maybe I have to be near the heads when I operate the rattles. That's why they don't work on other islands - no heads or no priests to work them properly.
"Well, only one thing to do . . . gotta get back up that hill and somehow ..." Supergirl suddenly stops thinking aloud when she hears movement nearby. Straining her super vision, she sees one of the priests about four feet away. She can see no others nearby so, taking a few deep breaths, she slowly rises to her feet, sticks the rattles into her skirt's waistband and charges through the bush toward the priest. Howling at the top of her lungs like Xena the Warrior Princess, Supergirl slams into the surprised shaman and knocks him to the ground. As the man struggles to get back on his feet, she drops beside him on one knee and punches his jaw with all her strength.
"Nngh!" she says, shaking a dull ache out of her fist. "I can't BELIEVE how weak I am! I hope I hit him hard enough to keep him out of the picture for a while." Deciding to take no chances, she pulls off the man's loin cloth and uses it to tie his hands together behind his back.
As she starts to rise, Supergirl hears another person moving through the bush. Her super vision reveals another priest is moving toward her - probably in response to her scream. Crouching off to one side of his line of travel, she waits until he passes her then grabs his ankle with both hands and yanks, toppling the man onto his face. Before he can react, she dives onto his back and hammers the back of his neck with clenched fists. After a few stressful moments, Supergirl pauses, then notes happily that he too is now unconscious. Again, she uses the man's loin cloth to bind his hands behind his back.
Rising, the super blonde turns toward the hill and moves as stealthily through the brush as she can. Some time later, the Maid of Might crouches at the edge of the hilltop clearing and watches the last priest standing near the campfire, a short spear in his hands, his eyes scanning the bushes. Grabbing two handfuls of sand ("I'll throw one, he'll close his eyes, then when he opens them, I'll throw the second one!" she plans, pleased at her combat skills), Supergirl starts to rise when she is suddenly pulled backward onto her butt. Someone had pulled her cape and stopped her attack. Turning her head, she sees Roy standing behind her; he quickly cups his hand over her mouth.
"You are mad!" he hisses.
"I have to try!" she whispers back through his hand, pleading for his help with her eyes.
"Where are the other two priests?"
"Below, tied up."
"Wait here! Then take your chance." Roy rises to his feet and leaps through the bushes into the clearing, then rushes toward the shaman. The priest raises his spear against Roy, ready to stab the boy. Roy raises his hands and slows, then walks toward the shaman. After speaking with the priest for a few minutes, Roy and the priest run from the clearing on the downslope trail.
Moments after the pair disappear down the trail, Supergirl slips into the clearing and moves to the nearest stone head. She pulls the rattles from her belt and notices a red LED on the rattle. "This is new!" she says to herself. As she gets closer to the heads, the LED suddenly turns white. She moves to within a few feet of the first head, then pauses, straining her super hearing for any sign that the priests might be returning.
"Well, here goes nothing!" she says a moment later, pointing one rattle at her breast and clicking the button on the shaft. Instantly a yellow light arcs from the stone head into Supergirl, blasting her backward and onto her butt. She manages to hold onto the rattle, though, and the arc continues to hammer the girl's chest. "AAIIIEEE!!" she screams from the shock, "AAIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!"
After a few minutes, the power surge ends and Supergirl falls backward, gasping from the effects of the transfer. "G-gonna hurt like . . . this for . . . the next two . . . heads?" she wonders. As she starts to rise, Roy and the three priests suddenly rush into the clearing. Supergirl is barely able to get to her feet when the priest with the spear reaches her and jabs it at her stomach. Before she can react, the iron tip hits her below her breast and forces her backward. Although the indestructible fabric of her super costume stops the spear, the force of the man's blow staggers the heroine. Apparently, she has just enough of her super power back that the spear tip didn't hurt her . . . much. "OOwwww!!" she cries as she backpeddles from the attack.
Jamming the rattle into her waistband, Supergirl chops downward and cuts the shaft of the spear with one hand, pleased to see that she's regained some of her super strength. The other two priests immediately rush forward and one grabs each of her arms and shoves her backward against one of the stone heads. "Nnngh! Not . . . as strong . . . as I . . . thought!" she gasps, struggling to free her arms from the priests. The two twist her arms back against the sides of the head, pressing them into a position which would break her arms had her powers been any weaker. As she struggles to break their powerful hold, the third priest scoops up a rock near the fire pit and slams it against her head, momentarily stunning the heroine. As he raises his arms to strike another blow, a funny look appears on his face and he cries out, then drops the rock and falls to the ground.
Roy had jammed the spear tip into his back.
The other two priests ease their crushing pressure against her arms as they turn toward Roy. Grunting with the extreme effort, Supergirl seizes her opening and manages to bring her arms together, pulling the priests with them. The startled men slam together when her arms meet in the middle and the men release their grips on her.
Before they can recover, the Girl of Steel raises both arms upward and clips the men under their chins, knocking them backward onto the ground. "Roy," she pants, "can you help me? GOOD! Keep them away from me while I finish."
Supergirl moves to the second head, pulls out the rattle she had just used, and clicks the button. Nothing happens! Click. STILL NOTHING! The LED is no longer white, it's red again. Thinking feverishly, she drops the rattle and pulls a second from her belt. Again she twists the head, then smiles when a white LED appears on the rattle. Aiming it at her stomach, Supergirl braces herself and clicks the control button. This time, she's able to remain on her feet when the arc shoots across the gap between the stone head and her stomach. Screaming, gritting her teeth, slowly staggering backward under the hellish energy slamming into her flat blue-covered stomach, Supergirl somehow manages to ride out the power surge until this too dies down. Through half-closed eyes, the Girl of Steel takes a quick look at Roy and the priests - they're still down! Roy's face shows extreme puzzlement - what is the strange white girl doing!?
Supergirl walks on leaden legs to the third head and pulls out the last rattle. As she starts to raise it, she totters briefly and her eyes closes - her body is near collapse from all she's been through this day. "Nnnh. Thank Rao this is the last one!" Again she prepars the device then braces her feet. The final arc seems less painful than the first two, or her strength is better, but still the powerful energy surge manages to stagger her. Dropping the last rattle after the arc dies, Supergirl drops to her knees. "Wh-what . . . is wrong . . . now!" she asks herself as her head falls to her breast, her neck too weak to hold it up. Suddenly she notices that . . . she's just a few feet from the man from Krypton. "YES . . . the K-Kr-Kryptonite!" As she wearily struggles to rise to her feet, Roy moves to her side and helps her rise, first by lifting her elbow, then by supporting her body with his shoulder in her armpit.
"Must . . . leave!" is all the exhausted heroine manages to say before she sags against the youth's strong shoulder. Together they back out of the clearing - the two unconscious priests left lying on the ground. As they near the trail, Supergirl sighs raggedly and falls to the ground, unconscious. Roy picks up the stricken woman and pulls one of her arms across his shoulder to drag/carry her. He hopes to put as much distance between themselves and the priests as quickly as he can. "How can she weigh so much?" he wonders as he pulls the woman along the trail, her boots leaving tracks in the sand behind the pair.
"Nnnhhh . . . wh-where are . . . we?" Supergirl says some time later, slowly opening her eyes. The Earth is moving! No, she's in a boat. Slowly the Maid of Might manages to sit up, every muscle in her body protesting the movement. She looks around and notices that she and Roy are in a small outrigger canoe, far from land.
"You still alive. Get spirit back?" the island youth asks, smiling and powerfully stroking his paddle through the water.
Cradling her head in her hands, Supergirl nods. "Spirit is back. I'll ... I'll be all right in a moment, I hope."
As the island youth paddles, Supergirl feels the last of the weakness from the green K and her ordeal with magic fading. She also feels herself recovering from the manic sex she'd had with Roy. She can close her legs together without wincing. She can feel her star-fueled powers returning. Several minutes later, as the canoe cuts through the ocean, Supergirl imagines that she feels stronger than before. Maybe - somehow - she must have gotten some of the super power the priests stole from the man from Krypton!
"I think it's time I helped us," she says, smiling at Roy. Before he can respond, she dives into the ocean under the boat and lifts it into the air, flying upward and toward American Samoa many miles away to the west. As they fly, Supergirl watches the sun rising behind her. A tear comes to her eyes.
"I never even learned his name," she sniffles, thinking of the man she left to the tender mercies of two powerful (and certainly angry) island priests.