“What a difference a day makes,” a common phrase but one with merit, especially since Nina had spent her night undergoing another treatment, while Supergirl had spent it getting drunk and feeling sorry for herself. To put an exact measure on the physical differential between these two immensely powerful girls would be difficult. Was Nina twice as strong as Supergirl? Nowhere close. Only a few days ago these girls were on par with each other; now certainly as we have seen that is no longer the case, but the difference between them was not drastic; each “treatment” increased Nina’s strength but only by minute amounts. But no matter how negligible Nina’s increase in strength was since yesterday, rest assured that Supergirl could feel the difference as she lay lying on her ass, with widely spread legs and out stretched arms.
The cameras instantly began to roll, zooming in on the masked girl’s slim but astoundingly cut body. One could feel the power this girl possessed as her lean muscles effortless shown through her tight fitting black costume, which snugly covered every inch of her body except the small gap between the bottom and top halves around her lower hips, where her white skin was revealed. Nina’s body possessed a strange alluring quality aside from the fact that she possessed incredible muscle definition, she had breasts larger and as perfectly tear dropped shaped as Supergirl, something that should not have been possible considering that she had a level of body fat that was virtually zero. Nina’s hips, however, were a different story her lack of fat had left them flat, resembling those of a male more than a female.
But the cameras paid far more attention to Linda Danvers, who was slowly raising herself back onto her feet, one hand using the crumbling wall behind her for support, while the other rubbed her aching jaw. How this girl could get up after a blow like that was beyond belief, surely she should be dead? The crowed had heard the masked girl call her Supergirl before punching her, but even with her wig now lying slightly askew and strands of her blonde hair falling out from underneath no one fully made the connection.
Supergirl’s head was clearing, the disorientation was quickly being replaced by anger, but as Supergirl turned to charge her opponent the rage was transformed into terror at the sight of her foe holding her lover by the neck in the air with her right hand. “Richard!” shouted Supergirl, horrified at the sight of his swollen face and bruised body, being nakedly dangled before her.
“Not so fast Supergirl...” warned the masked girl as the heroine began tightening her fists and clenching her teeth; “we both know he would be dead before you could get near me.”
The Maid of Might knew her opponent was telling the truth, she remembered all too well how her attempt to unmask her had ended with her being in a similar predicament as Richard. She had trouble accepting it but her opponent had faster reflexes than her, a fact that was almost as unbelievable as the villainesses’ superior strength. “If you hurt him,” warned Supergirl, in a stern but almost crying voice.
“Spare me the threats Supergirl we both know you’re no match for me!” smirked the masked girl, dangling Richard around as she spoke.
Her voice, it’s so familiar, thought Supergirl, relived yet disturbed by the fact that her opponent was finally speaking.
“Stop this…” demanded Lucy, suddenly bursting out from the crowed; “leave Linda alone!”
“Lucy, stay out of this…you don’t understand what’s going on!” shouted a worried Supergirl.
“And whose fault is that Supergirl?” snapped the villainess.
“Linda what’s going on here? Why does she keep calling you Supergirl?”
“Because she is. Isn’t that right Linda Danvers?”
Supergirl couldn’t believe what was going on, as she looked around: first at the cameras and the crowed and then at her friends and lover before hanging her head. Oh RAO, this can’t be happening? I’m completely ruined; she has destroyed my reputation…my…my image and now she’s going to destroy my life. What am I going to do I can’t let this happen
“Say it now or I’ll snap his fucking neck!” swore the villainess as she applied pressure to Richards’ neck, forcing him to squirm for air, his eyes threatening to burst out of their sockets.
“No please! I’m Supergirl! I’m Supergirl,” blurted out the young beauty, desperately fighting back the tears. “Please…I’ve said it, I’m Supergirl. Please just don’t hurt him…I’ll do anything you say…just don’t hurt him,” she continued to plead in a gradually sinking voice.
“The wig!” demanded the villainess.
Supergirl complied, removing her brunette wig and revealing her magnificent shoulder blade length, blonde hair.
The media instantly was in a frenzy lights were flashing all over as cameramen and photographers vied for the best angles. Every lens was focused on the completely demoralized Linda Danvers, tears streaming down her pretty face. The name Linda Danvers was being shouted allover; amongst the growing crowed of spectators and by the reporters as they broadcasted live throughout the globe.
“Shit man! It’s really her it’s the super slut!” said a voice from the crowed.
“You’re a whore Supergirl!” shouted another.
“You’re nothing but a disgrace Supergirl!” yelled a third.
“Yeah, we don’t need bimbos like you influencing our children.”
“We believed in you Supergirl! We thought you were someone we could look up to, but you’re nothing but a cheap whore…a prostitute!”
“I bet your parents are proud to have a nympho daughter like you!”
“I’m just surprised she isn’t playing with her self all ready?”
“She probably had a busy morning. Isn’t that right Supergirl…how many people did you screw today girl?”
Supergirl couldn’t believe it the crowd was completely against her. Only a few days ago she was their champion, now they were heckling and booing her. “Please…you must believe me…I’m not a slut. I’m…I’m a good girl…I would never do those things, I’ve been set up…please, I’m not a slut,” cried Supergirl, completely breaking down into tears. Each time she tried to explain her actions, the heckling got worse; Nina had done her job to the public Supergirl was no more than a whore.
“Oh my God, Linda you’re Supergirl!” exclaimed Mattie.
“How could you not tell us, I thought we were best friends?” demanded Lucy.
“Please…I wanted to tell you…but I didn’t’ want to put you in danger,” begged Supergirl.
“I don’t believe this! I told you everything Linda…I…I trusted you!” angrily shouted Mattie.
“Mattie…Lucy, I swear I’m sorry, I’ll tell you everything but not now I have to deal with this girl first.
“No! Forget it! I don’t want to hear any more from you! It was all a lie wasn’t it? You’re nothing but a slut!” yelled Lucy before storming off into the crowd.
“Wait Lucy…Lucy please! Oh…Mattie, please tell me you believe me?”
“I don’t know who you are anymore,” said Mattie before turning around and running after Lucy.
“Mattie please!” whimpered Supergirl, who was completely devastated by her friends words. For all her invulnerability Supergirl was still susceptible to the pains of the heart, vulnerable like any human when it comes to emotion.
“Oh how sad the little princess had a fight with her friends,” taunted the villainess, turning the heroine’s attention back to the cameras, reawakening her to the seriousness of her situation.
“You did this! You’ve been behind it all….the urges, the dreams…you’ve been manipulating me. This has all been part of some plan to discredit me. Well you won’t get away with it…I’m Supergirl and I swear you’re going to pay….”
“Take off your clothes!” contemptuously interrupted the masked girl, dangling Richard before the prodigious beauty to gain her compliance.
“What!” questioned the stunned Girl of Steel?”
The villainess response was brutally swift; with her free hand she snapped Richard’s left arm, breaking it as easily as one would snap a twig.
“Richard!” cried out the young blonde, wanting to do nothing more than console her screaming lover, but fear for his life kept her approach in check.
“Take off your clothes!” callously repeated the villainess.
Supergirl’s rage was spread all over her face; the desire to tear this girl apart evident in her burning eyes. But through all the anger there remained the cold hard truth: she had no choice.
The cameras ate up every second as the athletic girl first removed her tight fitting white tee and then wiggled her way out of her form fitting, low cut, blue jeans. The fabulous blonde was now in nothing but her thong and bra, which her fingers were now fumbling to unhook to the cheering of the crowd. Through all the denigration the girl tried to salvage what dignity she could, struggling to hold her composure and fight back the tears. With her bra no longer fastened at the back and with the straps having already fallen from her shoulders all that was keeping the heroine’s bra on was the cupping of her breast by her hands. The throng was demanding its removal but it took the tightening of her opponent’s grip, around her lover’s neck, to force her to comply.
The media’s frenzy hit new heights once the stunning blonde revealed her perfectly tear drop shaped breasts. Hundreds of cameras zoomed straight in bringing the world’s six billion plus people picture perfect footage of the heroine’s young and firm tits.
Quit naturally it was even harder for the great Maid of Might to begin pulling down her thong. It was just all to embarrassing for the humiliated girl who could not bring herself to look up as she began sliding out of her last remaining garment. The entire world was anxiously watching as the girl’s narrow trim of blonde pubic hair appeared from under the soft and delicate material. People were literally drooling with faces inches from the TV screens, as the heroine’s sensational vulva was finally revealed. Crazed, animalist howling broke out at the sight of Supergirl’s delicious cunt, with her nether lips ever so slightly parted.
“Take your hands away bitch!” demanded the villainess in response to the crying beauty’s attempts to conceal her pussy and breasts. “Get into that sexy little stance of yours…you know the one I mean and lift your eyes girl, look into the cameras!” Supergirl complied: lifting her head and raising her teary blue eyes as she placed her hands on her hips and spread out her legs.
The proud blonde was further debased by the order to slowly turn around; her magnificent body was being showcased to the world. Supergirl was undoubtedly the epitome of female perfection; her body was perfectly proportioned almost as if it had been sculpted. Her slim athletic body was being dissected by the cameras who were roaming all over her alluring figure. A strong wind was filling her long blonde hair, causing it to flap about against her face. Her lean and toned muscles were being accentuated by her stance and heavy breathing.
Three hundred and sixty degrees later the naked Supergirl was once again facing her opponent, with hands on hips and legs slightly parted. She was being completely humiliated but despite her tears she was still defiant; her spirit was far from broken.
“You’re finished Supergirl!” stated the masked girl. “I’ve destroyed your worthless reputation, exposed you for the whore you really are. Across the world people are burning your image…your precious S is being spit upon girl. I’ve exposed you’re secret identity, turned you own friends against you…you have nothing left. I bet you never thought this could happen…but listen, Girl of steel…just listen I’ve turned them against you, “said the villainess in reference to the heckling crowd. “You’re nothing to them; they want to see you lose.
Supergirl was just about to put a face to the voice when her attention was suddenly caught by her struggling boyfriend. The villainesses’ grip insured that no sound came out of his mouth but his moving lips conveyed his pleas for help.
“You know I tried him out Supergirl…,” teased the masked girl as her free hand began stoking Richard’s dick.
“STOP THAT!” angrily shouted the naked blonde, taking a step towards her opponent.
“…he really wasn’t all that good…,” continued the villainess, relishing the heroine’s helplessness; “…no stamina. There was really nothing for me to do but let the exhausted dear watch TV. In fact that’s all he’s done since last night. Want to guess what he was watching Supergirl?
The Girl of Steel could barely look Richard in the eyes; she could see that her opponent was telling the truth. The young blonde had to look away in shame only to discover that her lover was now entertaining a huge erection at the hands of her foe’s stoking fingers.
“By RAO I swear I’m going to get you for this!” promised The Maid of Might.
“I’m going to give you you’re chance sweetie…” replied the masked girl, releasing Richard’s penis as she kneeled down beside Linda Danvers’ purse, which Supergirl had dropped as she was punched into the building. “…but first you’re going to put this on,” said the villainess as she removed Supergirl’s costume, displaying it for the cameras as she raised herself back up. An explosion of lights followed the villainesses’ grandiose display as the cameras focused in on the heroine’s costume flapping around in the wind, being held in the masked girl’s raised arm.
Supergirl was equally enraged and disheartened at the sight of her costume being displayed in such a manner by her rival. The girl’s humiliation seemed to have no end as she stood naked, helplessly watching her opponent in firm control of the two things she loved most: her boyfriend and her costume.
“Put it on bitch!” ordered the villainess’, tossing the costume at Supergirl, who was caught of guard and stuck in the breasts before catching it. The Maid of Might instantly began slipping on her costume, doing her best to ignore the fact that the entire world was watching her pull it on.
The heroine’s spirit began to rise as she slipped her legs into her costume and began pulling it up her long, shapely legs. Her costume was so soft and smooth that it excited her as the fabric rubbed against her pussy. As she continued to pull it up her hips and over her flat, defined abs, the thin fabric of her costume allowed her sexy toned muscles to continue to be seen. After slipping her arms partially through the sleeves the Girl of Steel began lifting her costume over her breasts; the crowd marveled at how her tits stretched her S logo into shape. In fact, it was incredible how the girl’s costume conformed so flawlessly to her fit, tight body. The crowd especially loved it when the heroine began adjusting the comfort of her costume by pulling it out of her ass and tweaking it around her breasts. The Maid of Might then quickly ran her hands through her hair to straighten it out before leaning down to slip on her boots. Once fully dressed the Girl of Steel gave her head one last flick to remove the remaining hairs from her face before placing her hands on her hips and spreading out her legs to confront her opponent.
Supergirl looked phenomenal; the breeze was gently blowing her hair and cape back, while her short skirt was teasingly flowing up and down, revealing slight glimpses of her barely covered ass and vulva. Even Nina was impressed at just how ravishing the blonde beauty appeared. “Okay, you got your peep show but this ends now!” declared Supergirl with a startling confidence. “Put him down and let’s get this over with!”
“Ha…ha…ha…ha…ha…and what makes you think this time will be any different Supergirl? I’ve trained every day for two years just for this moment. While you’ve been off posing for the cameras worrying about your looks I’ve been studying you. You’ve become complacent Supergirl, your superiority has made you arrogant and today you’re going to pay the price. I have honed my body, earned my power through suffering and self sacrifice. Oh, I know you workout Supergirl, I know you train to keep that sexy body, but you’re not willing to reach your potential; you’re too consumed with you appearance to transform you body…to achieve what I have achieved. You’re weak girl, decadent like the West and ripe for a fall. Feast your eyes on vengeance Supergirl…a vengeance forged through pain and driven by revenge…feast your eyes on your conqueror!” proclaimed Nina, removing her mask and tossing it to the wind, focusing her enraged blue eyes upon the agape faced blonde.
“Professor Clark!” exclaimed Supergirl. “B…but why; I don’t understand?”
“There is no Nina Clark Supergirl, I created her two years ago when you turned me into an international fugitive. You ruined my life Supergirl, you turned my own people against me, foiled my plans on the very eve of my triumph. The United States has no right to intervene in an internal Chinese matter. You have surrounded us, attempted to contain us but we’re too strong for you now, our will is stronger than yours, our desire eclipses yours. The honor of your death should have belonged to my sister, she would have dragged your naked corpse through the streets of Beijing, but somehow you cheated her of victory. She may not have been ready but I can’t believe a spoiled princess like you could ever get the better of her.
“Ziyi?” blurted the confused Maid of Might.
“Surprised Supergirl? You should know that I based my genetic alterations on you; this white skin, these long legs and blue eyes are all in emulation of you. My new look was not just a disguise, but a source of fuel, a constant reminder of everything I hate about you. But it has now become a testament to my superiority, my willingness to do what is necessary to defeat you. Unlike you Supergirl I have perfected my body, maximized its potential.
“This is between you and me Ziyi, Richard has nothing to do with this!”
Wrong Supergirl, he has everything to do with this. You destroyed my life and I in turn have shattered yours; you cost me the life of my sister so I shall take the life of your lover,” stated Ziyi snapping Richard’s neck, before tossing him aside.
“NNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” screamed Supergirl, tears streaming from her eyes as she ran towards her boyfriend’s lifeless corpse. “Oh RAO…Richard!” sobbed the kneeling blonde, her right hand supporting the back of her dead lovers head so she could press it against hers. “Richard, I’m so sorry…I failed you…I…I…,” muttered Supergirl before completely breaking down into tears, her saliva staining Richard’s cheeks. Minutes passed before the grieving beauty managed to pull herself together. She gave her lover one last sensual kiss before reluctantly laying his head to rest. Her grief instantly turned to blind rage at the thought of Ziyi, allowing her to athletically spring to her feet, determined to avenge Richard’s death.
“Now there can be no excuses Supergirl, it’s purely my rage against yours!” declared Ziyi, clenching her fists in preparation to meet the charging heroine.
“You fucking bitch!” screamed Supergirl, leaping off of her feet, using her flight to ram her extended fists into Ziyi’s unbelievably ripped abs, driving her towards a building. The Girl of Steel’s fists inflicted further punishment upon the villainess’ stomach as she implanted her into the concrete wall, forcing her to release a brutal scream. The Maid of Might’s left fist then bashed Ziyi’s face with every last ounce of strength her anger could summon. The young blonde continued to rein fist after fist upon her opponent’s face, relentlessly pounding it from side to side. The Heroine’s seventh punch filled Ziyi’s mouth with blood, but the satisfaction proved deadly to the Girl of Steel; before she could even react her opponent had taken hold of her S logo and violently yanked her forwards into a head but. A second then a third collision of heads left Supergirl disoriented, with a bruise on her forehead. The moaning beauty’s head was swaying from side to side as her opponent lifted her into the air by her S symbol, causing her costume to ride up between her butt cheeks and press uncomfortably against her vulva. Ziyi waited just long enough for The Girl of Steel’s vision to clear before drilling her fist into the sexy blonde’s toned abs, instantly turning them red as they were forced into her body. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” bellowed Supergirl as her folded body was sent flying across the street, and ass first into the adjacent building.
Upon widely parted knees the gasping heroine had one hand pressed against her aching tummy, while the other rubbed her sore ass, simultaneously yanking her costume from between her cheeks. The young beauty brushed her long blonde locks from her face as she raised herself back onto her feet. She was clenching her teeth in an effort to keep herself from grunting out in pain, trying to pretend that she wasn’t hurt.
The prodigious blonde’s first instinct was to go straight after Ziyi, but all that changed once she spotted her holding a bus load of people above her head. The villainess tossed the bus with no more difficulty than if it were a baseball, launching it directly at The Girl of Steel, with frightening velocity. Despite the danger The Maid of Might never thought of getting out of the way, the lives of the passengers were all that mattered to her as she prepared to catch the several tone load. “AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!” grunted Supergirl as the bus slammed into her body; her feet were digging into the gravel trying to build up enough traction to stop the bus from slamming into the building behind her. But despite her valiant effort, Ziyi’s throw was simply too powerful and the distance to the wall too small for her to prevent the collision. A thunderous crash exploded as Supergirl was crushed between the concrete wall and the steel bus.
As the dust cleared all that the cameras could see was the crumbling wall and the flattened bus. The seconds continued to pass and still there was no sign of Supergirl, until finally the bus began to be pushed back and from out of the debris emerged The Girl of Steel. The dust covered girl immediately used her x-ray vision on the bus, relieved to discover nothing more serious than a few broken bones and bruises.
This time as Supergirl turned to face Ziyi, she discovered the villainess holding a car in each hand; luckily the passengers had managed to escape before their vehicles were commandeered. The young blonde fearlessly began sprinting toward her opponent more determined that ever to make this girl pay.
Ziyi tossed the first car with such velocity that the agile heroine only managed to escape being pummeled by taking flight. An athletic in air summersault quickly put Supergirl back on course, speedily flying down towards her foe. Ziyi had no difficulty keeping track of the nimble Maid of Might’s movements, launching the second vehicle straight at the diving girl with even more power than the first. The zooming cameras caught the sudden fear that swept across Supergirl’s face a split second before impact, as she realized there was nothing she could do. The vehicle shattered into pieces, its steel parts flying in all directions as The Girl of Steel smashed straight through; fear could now be seen on Ziyi’s face as Supergirl prepared to pound her face with her fist.
A stream of blood shot out of Ziyi’s mouth as she was knocked off of her feet and sent skidding down the road on her ass, by the force of Supergirl’s blow. Even before the villainess came to a stop the flying Maid of Might drove her fists into her midsection, bashing her into the gravel. For two whole blocks the heroine drilled Ziyi into the road, bruising the girl’s back and tearing up her costume. “I’m going to rip you apart for what you’ve done to me…for what you did to Richard!” screamed Supergirl as she straddled Ziyi’s chiseled abs and unleashed blow after blow upon the villainess’ face.
Both of Ziyi’s cheeks began to bruise and her mouth began gushing blood as the prodigious blonde’s fists continued to pound her head into the street. The ravishing blonde’s face bore a crazed expression, while her light blue eyes were consumed with wrath. Feeling like her single handed blows were not inflicting enough damage, The Girl of Steel clenched her hands together and lifted her arms above her head in preparation to finish Ziyi once and for all. But Supergirl was not a killer and as she stared at her foe’s bruised and bleeding face then up at her own blood covered hands she found herself unable to strike. Despite everything this girl had done, The Maid of Might could not forsake the teachings of her parents and the traditions of her people. Looking down at her opponents unfocused eyes, Supergirl could hear the voice of her father reminding her that life…all life was sacred, even that of her lover’s killer.
Then, just as The Girl of Steel relaxed her muscles and prepared to lower her raised, clenched hands, her opponent struck. The young blonde released a startled gasp as her foe’s hazy eyes instantly focused, it had all been an act, but before Supergirl could react, Ziyi managed to restrain her raised arms by wrapping them up with her legs. “AAAAAAAHHHHHH…let me go!” demanded the fabulous blonde, desperately trying to break free.
“You thought you had me didn’t you girl? Pathetic…”declared Ziyi, spitting her blood onto Supergirl’s pretty face; “…I won’t be defeated by the likes of you!” No matter how hard the amazing blonde tried, she simply couldn’t overpower Ziyi’s long, muscular legs. Terror filled The Maid of Might as she watched her opponent clench her right hand into a fist and draw it back in preparation for a strike. She was utterly helpless before Ziyi, her wide open eyes and hurried breaths betraying her fright.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” hollered Supergirl as her left tit fell victim to the villainess’ right fist. This was only the first of many as Ziyi quickly established a boxer’s rhythm, striking one breast then the other just as it began to recover from the previous assault. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” bellowed the tormented blonde as her tits were being pummeled in every direction, each blow striping away a portion of their youthful vitality. A simultaneous hammering to the outside of each tit, flattening them against each other finally brought the bouncing of the girl’s breasts to a halt. Supergirl’s tits were throbbing with pain and one did not need to see the devastating bruising, which her costume concealed, to get an idea of the damage. The girl’s screaming and watery eyes were tell tale enough, but the cameras preferred to focus directly on the blonde’s S, which her softened up tits no longer defiantly stretched. Her breasts had lost their firm perfectly tear drop shape, deprived of their vigor they were now hanging lower than normal. “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH…MY TITS…MY TITS…AAAAAAAHHHHHH!” cried The Maid of Might, more frantic than ever to break free of Ziyi’s hold.
“You’re weak Supergirl! I’ve barely begun and you’re already screaming for your mommy,” taunted Ziyi, as she flung Supergirl into the air with her legs.
The Girl of Steel was more concerned with consoling her aching breasts than trying to gain control of her body as she spun uncontrollably through the sky. She was completely unaware of the approaching skyscraper until she slammed into it with her back. The impact caught her completely off guard, sending her tumbling two hundred feet straight down, where she suffered a devastating breast flattening against the ground. The beleaguered heroine instantly rolled onto her back, crossing her arms over her body and cupping her hands over her ravaged breasts. The crying blonde was squirming from side to side, grunting in pain as she tried to contend with the hurt.
Supergirl instantly discovered that the pain in her tits increased twofold whenever she stopped supporting them, a fact that greatly impeded her ability to stand. The spectators and the press on the other hand found the girl’s struggles to rise to her feet to be a source of great entertainment.
“You’re time has come Supergirl! I’m going to break every bone in your body you overrated cunt! If you think your titties hurt now girl just wait until I rip them off!” threatened Ziyi, as she closed the distance between them, her phenomenally cut muscles radiating her power. The media paid special attention to Ziyi’s backside, where her ripped costume revealed lushes shots of her muscular ass and equally impressively defined, but bruised back.
At first some thought that Supergirl’s quick sprint to her left was an attempt to flee but that notion was quickly dispelled as she hoisted the deserted fire truck above her head. The media equally misinterpreted her grimacing face as a sign of difficulty with lifting the truck, but in reality it was due to the pain the action was causing her battered breasts, which was turning a simplistic task into an excruciating one. “Take this!” shouted the young beauty, focusing all her strength into tossing the fire engine at her opponent.
With a speed that rivaled that of a bullet the massive fire engine soared towards Ziyi, who never flinched, instead she reached out for it. The villainess’ chiseled muscles powerfully flexed as her long defined legs tore into the ground acting like a brake as she was pushed back by the force of the truck.
Supergirl could hardly believe it, but Ziyi successfully managed to gain control of the vehicle. Before she knew it, the prodigious blonde was facing the same fire engine, except it was approaching her with far greater force. The sensational blonde knew that there was nothing to gain by trying to catch the engine, she was certainly quick and agile enough to avoid the object, but her pride got the better of her. The girl instantly paid for her folly as her arms buckled, Ziyi’s power was simply too much for her to handle, and the tuck slammed into her body, further damaging her breasts, lifting her off of her feet and crashing her through several building before implanting her into a wall.
Ziyi was in no rush, she had been striving for this day for over two years and now that it had arrived she was going to savior every last second. She knew she was in control of the fight, though her aching jaw, blood filled mouth and bruised back served as reminders against overconfidence. A mass of reporters and spectators followed her as she traced Supergirl’s trail through countless buildings until minutes later she finally encountered the banged up fire engine. The villainess effortlessly yanked the truck from the wall, callously chucking it behind her, indifferent towards the fact that she just crushed four people.
Supergirl’s entire body, except for her drooping face, which was covered by her hair, was stuck in the wall, in a spread eagle position. Her moaning gave away the fact that she was still conscious, but the dazed heroine was completely at the mercy of her foe.
Ziyi lifted the heroine’s head by grabbing a fist full of her blonde hair. She was delighted by the sight of Supergirl’s eyes rolling into her head. “Wake up super bitch!” demanded the villainess as her fist stuck the blonde’s jaw.
Supergirl, just as Ziyi had hoped, was beginning to stir. The girl was still moaning in pain but her eyes were once again beginning to focus. She could see Ziyi preparing to attack, but her arms wouldn’t respond; looking to her sides she realized that her body was stuck in the wall. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” bellowed Supergirl as her tight abs fell victim to Ziyi’s fist. The best that The Girl of Steel could manage to protect herself was to tighten her washboard abdomen. This technique partially worked against the first couple blows, but just like back at the prison Supergirl’s abs of steel proved incapable of dealing with Ziyi’s might. Matters were made worse for the young blonde by the fact that she was being driven deeper into to the wall with each successive punch, making it even harder for her to get free; not that this made much difference since she was in no condition to focus her strength.
Ziyi’s third assault brutally impacted the girl’s upper abs, tearing her muscle tissue apart as it pounded into her body. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” bellowed the prodigious beauty too consumed by pain to prepare for the next assault. The result was that her lower abs completely collapsed, allowing her opponent to drive her fist deep into her body. The bruising in the blonde’s lower abs worsened with each passing second, her innards were now being squashed against her spine. Spit but no sound came out of Supergirl’s mouth, since the air had been driven from her body. Ziyi’s next punch delved so deep into The Girl of Steel’s stomach that from certain angles it appeared that the villainess’ fist had actually gone inside of her. One did not need sound to see the agony Supergirl was in; her head was shaking violently from side to side, scattering the spit that came flying out of her mouth. She was lucky to escape Ziyi’s last blow with only another large, dark bruise spread across her washboard stomach, she could have easily suffered some major internal damage.
“I thought you were supposed to be invulnerable Supergirl?” teased Ziyi, as she took hold of the gasping heroine’s chin. Desiring a better look, the villainess brushed aside the hair from Supergirl’s face; she was delighted by the suffering and grief that consumed the girl’s pretty face. She loved seeing the blonde desperately heaving for air, as beads of sweat ran across her cheeks. “Huh…you’re abs of steel feel like putty,” whispered Ziyi before licking Supergirl’s face as her right hand slid across the girl’s abdominals. A smile instantly broke across the villainess’ face; Supergirl had been trying to hide it, but as Ziyi looked into her light blue eyes she found fear.
The gorgeous blonde new what her opponent had discovered, instantly she was demoralized. She tried to strengthen her resolve, showing her defiance by attempting to break free, but she was too late, Ziyi had already decided to do it for her. With a speed that barely gave the heroine enough time to express a countenance of fear the villainess’ left leg exploded into The Girl of Steel’s battered tummy.
Supergirl’s entire body shook from the blow, her arms and legs instantly shot forwards as she was bent at the waist. Blood gushed out of her mouth followed by a horrendous, deep scream. A deep, dark bruise resembling her attacker’s foot instantly formed around her navel, connecting all the other fist sized bruises that dotted her midsection.
The integrity of the wall which The Maid of Might had been implanted in had been severely compromised by the many fists to her gut. Even though The Girl of Steel’s body was absorbing most of the impact the wall continued to crack. But none of Ziyi’s punches carried the force of her kick, which bashed Supergirl straight through the remainder of the wall before crumbling it to the ground.
Supergirl’s ass impacted hard upon the floor, but her momentum was such that she rolled over her head several times before skidding to a painful halt on her belly and tits. Hurt filed cries and sharp grunts accompanied The Maid of Might’s effort to lift her body up onto her hands and knees. Despite the stinging in her breasts her hands rushed to wrap themselves around her stomach as she laid her ass on her feet and leaned forward to cough up her blood filled vomit.
Suddenly, just as Supergirl was wiping the vomit from her mouth her hair was violently yanked, forcing her to kneel up straight. “How does it feel Supergirl to get your ass kicked? What’s the matter girl…no witty rebuttal…no sly comment? Where’s your arrogant self-righteousness now cunt!” demanded Ziyi before slamming Supergirl’s face into the floor, drowning her in her own vomit.
The Maid of Might’s arms were desperately trying to raise her body up, but she couldn’t overpower Ziyi, whose hands were not only forcing her face down but whose left knee was also pressing into her back, squishing her tits. Just as Supergirl’s air situation was becoming critical Ziyi yanked her back up. The young blonde nearly chocked on her vomit as she simultaneously tried to cough it out and take in air.
The dark haired villainess then tossed Supergirl to the grown, pleased at the sight of the panting beauty slowly raising her body off of the floor. But she didn’t leave the prodigious blonde alone for long, as soon as The Maid of Might was on her hands and knees Ziyi made her move. Tossing Supergirl’s cape aside, Ziyi’s right hand took hold of Supergirl’s belt, while her left grabbed the collar of heroine’s costume. Before Supergirl could react she was suddenly airborne. Seconds later she was wailing in pain as Ziyi slammed her down and pummeled her abs with a raised knee. Upon impact blood came spraying out of Supergirl’s mouth, moments later she began coughing up bile. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” hollered The Girl of Steel, as her severely damaged midsection was pounded yet again.
The crying blonde’s feet were dragging against the ground while her arms tried to protect her midsection. A constant flow of blood was dripping from her mouth, which was occasionally interrupted by the coughing up of bile. Her weeping face was dripping sweat, surrounded by her blonde locks. Her cape and skirt were hanging down towards the ground.
Supergirl’s abs were a pool of black, blue and purple, filled with pockets of blood, which made a squishing sound every time she felt them with her hands. She could no longer feel the toned definition of her washboard stomach, due to the severity of the damage to her muscle tissue. My abs ARE like putty, thought Supergirl, trying to fight the pain as she sobbed.
“Let’s take this outside!” commanded Ziyi, performing a quick spin to build up momentum before releasing Supergirl head first into the wall. The Girl of Steel barely had time to protect her head with her arms before crashing into the concrete. Chunks of rock flew in every direction as Supergirl exploded out of the building, her arms and legs kicking wildly as the traveled through the air. “AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” screamed Supergirl as she thumbed down onto the road, bouncing a few times before skidding to a halt on her front, yelling from the torment this inflicted upon her tits and abs.
The Girl of Steel immediately rolled onto her back, wailing in pain, her left hand caressing her midsection, while her right alternated between breasts. Her screaming, teary face was shaking from side to side, tossing her hair around, while her legs aimlessly stomped about.
The media was eating up every precious second of Supergirl’s seeming demolition. Cameramen were in helicopters, on rooftops and on the ground, capturing every second of this encounter and broadcasting it live to the entire world. Audiences couldn’t believe what they were witnessing: the mighty Supergirl was getting her ass kicked. What made it all even more incredible was that she was being thrashed by the same phenomenally cut girl from last night’s tape. Yesterday everyone was willing to except that Supergirl was a slut, but no one believed she could really be defeated. Even now, despite everything that had transpired people doubted that she would lose. They cheered as Supergirl’s tits got pounded as her abs were battered, calling her a whore, yelling that she was only getting what she deserved, but none truly believed she would lose.
The ratings were through the roof and networks competed hectically for viewers, using every camera they had to make sure that they covered every angle. Supergirl’s sweaty, crying face, her some what deflated breasts, her arm wrapped midsection, and the current money shot, thanks to her partially raised skirt, her barely covered vulva and the ever so slightly visible parting of her nether lips.
The pain in Supergirl’s midsection flared to new heights as she sat up, forcing her to scream. Looking down at her body, The Girl of Steel was dismayed by the state of her appearance. Not only was her precious S symbol bent out of shape, thanks to her languished breast, but it was also stained with dirt. These black patches were not only spread throughout the front of her costume, but smeared over her long bare legs, pretty face and blonde hair.
Supergirl felt humiliated and embarrassed as she looked at all the cameras and spectators. She was unaccustomed to defeat; true, in the past she had suffered a few setbacks, but they had all been private and in the end victory was hers. But now she was finding herself outclassed, against an opponent who had beaten her twice already. As she watched Ziyi approach, from her ass down position, she could not help but think of her reputation. To the public she was the undefeatable Maid of Might, The great Girl of Steel who could bend steel bars with a single hand and fly faster than a speeding bullet. Thanks to Ziyi this belief was all she had left and as she struggled to her feet she knew she could dare not lose it.
The memory of being restrained in front of the mirror played in Supergirl’s mind as Ziyi drew nearer, her ripped, lean muscles flexing with each powerful stride. The Girl of Steel suddenly saw herself being held above the villainess’ head, helpless to do anything as her back was broken across the chiseled girl’s knee, blood erupting from her mouth. The heroic beauty gasped out in fear, her legs began to tremble threatening to buckle and drop her upon her ass. The Princess of Power, to everyone’s amazement, began stepping back, her hands pressing against her abdomen.
I can’t beat her, thought the frightened blonde. She’s better than me…I’m not good enough. It tore the proud beauty apart to admit this, but however difficult it was she knew she had met her match. It was a painful feeling knowing that she was no longer the best; second place was far from gratifying to her competitive spirit.
But just as Supergirl turned and prepared to make a break for it she stopped. She couldn’t run; her pride wouldn’t let her. Then there was Richard, her lover, how could she not avenge his death. With a renewed purpose The Girl of Steel turned back around, placing her hands on her hips and spreading out her legs as she lifted up her head, fixing her determined gaze upon Ziyi.
This was the heroine the media was used to seeing: confident and strong; her hair and cape blowing in the wind, which ever so teasingly lifted her skirt to reveal glimpses of the blue fabric between her legs. But there were differences making the prodigious beauty appear not so super: for one her breasts seemed devoid of life hanging lower than normal, struggling to stretch her S symbol. Her sexy, toned abs were no longer visible through her tightly fitting costume, making her appear less fit than usual. Her costume was also stained with dirt smearing her S logo and making it look faded. The girl’s sweaty face also had dirt smudged across her cheeks and bruised forehead, while her mouth and nose were covered with vomit. Her blonde hair was equally sweaty and dirt stained, with strands sticking to her face and neck. Even her long, shapely legs and red boots were stained with dirt. And then there was her opponent, whose cut body made even the athletic Maid of Might appear to be out of shape.
“Loosing your nerve Supergirl?” taunted Ziyi. “You’re not about to wet yourself are you? Surely the great Girl of Steel isn’t scared of little old me? I don’t think your worthless reputation, not to mention your depleted fan base, would take well to you ducking tail.”
“Screw you!” shouted the enraged blonde, lashing out at her opponent’s face with her left fist.
“I don’t think so!” calmly stated the villainess, catching the heroine’s swing in her right hand.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” screamed The Maid of Might as her opponent’s right hand began crushing her fist. The blonde beauty was left with little recourse but to attempt a desperate strike with her remaining arm. It was a predictable gamble: with hardly any effort, Ziyi took possession of Supergirl’s punch, smirking as she ensnared it with her left.
Both of the heroine’s fists were now being crushed by the villainess. The bones in The Girl of Steel’s hands were in real danger of breaking, intensifying her screams with each passing second. “Let’s give the audience a real show,” stated Ziyi, unclenching Supergirl’s fists so that they could lock hands.
Both girls were now in a contest of might, screaming as they channeled their strength into their hands; their fingers turning red from the strain. Every last muscle in their sensational bodies was flexing, but despite the fact that Supergirl’s possessed a fit, tight body with lean definitive muscles, she continued to appear out of shape in comparison to Ziyi’s chiseled physique.
During the first ten seconds the girl’s appeared to be fairly even, but now, too everyone’s amazement, Supergirl was losing. Her screams were becoming louder, filled with increasing agony rather than determination. Her hands were being pushed back, bending her spine, while her trembling legs were beginning to buckle, dropping her knees ever closer to the ground. The girl’s tits and abs were throbbing from the effort. No one could believe it but Supergirl was being overpowered…her foe was actually stronger.
“Tell the people what they already know Supergirl…admit to your inferiority!” ordered Ziyi, spraying the tormented Maid of Might with her spit as she spoke.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…NEVER! I’M…AAAHHHHHH…SUPERGIRL…I NEVER LOOSE!” defiantly shouted the heroine, unleashing a psi blast directly into Ziyi’s face.
The villainess was sent flying, smashing into several parked news vans before impacting a building and thumping down on her ass. Suddenly, Ziyi was cast in shadow, turning her gaze up to see what had blocked the sun she encountered an all too familiar figure standing before her.
“You’re going to answer for everything you’ve done!” vowed Supergirl, her arms on her hips and legs slightly parted.
The heroine’s arrogance infuriated Ziyi, whose athleticism allowed her to pounce to her feet in the blink of an eye. “You first!” shouted the villainess as she unloaded a left hook. Ziyi’s speed was incredible, but Supergirl had anticipated the assault, ducking the swing and landing one of her own against the dark haired girl’s kidney. The villainess howled out in pain; Supergirl saw her opening and took it, snapping Ziyi’s head back with an uppercut. Blood sprayed from the chiseled girl’s mouth, as she was lifted off of her feet and sent stumbling back.
Supergirl was being fueled by adrenaline, allowing her to overcome the pain in her pummeled breasts and battered abs. She then pressed her advantage, stepping towards Ziyi and performing an athletic kick into her abs. The Girl of Steel struck with such rage that Ziyi was sent crashing through the wall that she had impacted earlier; vanishing into the darkness of the building she existed only in the sound of loud bangs.
The Girl of Steel hesitantly approached the hole in the wall, reluctant to enter the darkness. Her enemy was somewhere within this void, hurt, but not finished. It was foolish to enter, but Supergirl didn’t want to lose her momentum or give the media the impression that she was afraid. She never even saw the villainess; all she heard were here charging footsteps moments before her abdomen was rammed by her powerful shoulder. The squishing of her blood filled abs accompanied the sounds of The Maid of Might’s screaming as she was instantly bent at the waist and lifted off of her feet. Blood from her mouth was streaming across her cheeks as she was carried back out the hole and into view of the cameras.
Supergirl’s cape blew out to the side and her skirt flipped up revealing her firm, shapely ass from the sheer velocity of the villainess’ sprint. Her blowing hair made it difficult for her to look back. Panic suddenly took hold of the young beauty as she finally caught sight of her destination. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” bellowed The Maid of Might as her ass and lower back were driven into the adjacent building. Her body instantly straightened upon impact, shooting her limbs out and snapping her head back against the concrete, blood squirting from her mouth.
Ziyi then took possession of the heroine’s S symbol, scrunching it up in her hand before yanking the girl out of the cracked wall. The Girl of Steel’s costume wedged up her ass and pressed uncomfortably against her vulva as she was kept standing only by her foe’s grip of her S. Supergirl’s feet dragged against the gravel as she was turned and carried. Her hands were covering her throbbing abs as blood continued to spill from her mouth, dripping down onto her chin and outstretched costume, staining her contorted S.
Sweat came spraying out of Supergirl’s hair as the left side of her face was bashed by Ziyi’s fist, forcing a stream of blood to shoot out of her mouth on her way to thumping down against the ground. “UUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!” moaned the sprawled out and prostrate Maid of Might. The gravel by the blonde beauty’s mouth was stained red from her blood, which continued to spill from her lips as she lifted herself up.
“Surely you’re not finished yet Supergirl…what would your boyfriend think?” taunted Ziyi, overjoyed at the sight of the sexy blonde struggling to her feet.
“I’ll never quit!” roared the leaping Maid of Might, catching Ziyi off guard with a blow to her stomach. The heroine encountered nothing but solid muscle, halting her fist upon impact, and stripping away most of its power. It took two more strikes for Supergirl to see the slightest of results and a third to actually double Ziyi over. The damage to the chiseled girl’s abs was negligible, they were sore for the moment, but not a single one of Supergirl’s blows, to her frustration, ever penetrated.
The Prodigious blonde continued her assault by first filling her hands with Ziyi’s long black hair and then yanking down to bash the girl’s head against her rising knee. The villainess was sent reeling back, screaming into the air as blood trickled out of her nose and into her mouth.
“You fucking bitch!” blurted Ziyi, taking aim at the pretty blonde with her fist.
Supergirl however stood strong, blocking the attack with her left arm and pounding Ziyi’s face with her right. Ziyi was sent stumbling one way then the other as The Girl of Steel relentlessly landed blow after blow. Supergirl’s chest was heaving from the effort, sweat running down her face and neck, staining the collar of her costume. Supergirl was pouring everything she had into her punches, taking massive swings and thundering them against Ziyi’s swelling face. The Maid of Might anxiously watched as her uppercut sent her opponent wobbling back, but to her dismay the chiseled girl did not fall.
“Still st…st…standing…Super-girl!” announced the dark haired villainess, blood spilling from her mouth; her bent legs barely keeping her up as her arms swung at her sides.
The sweat drenched, exhausted blonde was equally unsure of her footing .Her abs and breasts were throbbing, while her arms felt heavy. But she knew victory was almost hers, she just needed to dig deep and find the will for one last push. “Not for long!” promised the agile heroine, performing a spinning kick that squarely impacted Ziyi in the jaw, spinning her around several times before crashing her to the gravel. A euphoric relief filled The Maid of Might as she looked down upon her battered and torpid foe. However, the prodigious blonde was not about to take any chances, biting her fingers into the base of the nearest skyscraper her sexy lean muscles began tightly flexing as she struggled to rip away a part of the structure. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” screamed Supergirl from the pain the effort was inflicting upon her breasts and abdominals. Had the heroine been in better condition she easily could have uprooted the entire structure, but in her current state and with the safety of thousands of spectators to consider she had to settle for a smaller portion.
Taking to the sky, The Girl of Steel hovered fifty feet above her belly down and sluggish opponent, holding several tones of concrete above her head. Supergirl added her own might to gravities force, hurling the massive object directly on top of Ziyi. Spectators and cameramen were knocked off of their feet from over a thousand yards away from the giant shockwave, which shattered the windows of all the nearby skyscrapers. The gravel around the concrete filled crater was cracked and broken, leaving the road unusable for over a mile.
Supergirl’s skirt flipped up as she landed next to the crater, revealing her costume wedged butt and tightly pressed pussy. Her heavily breathing body was poised for action, blood dripping down from her clenched fists as she anxiously waited for any signs of her opponent. Nothing! Five second became ten, ten became twenty, twenty was approaching thirty and still not a stir. I did it, thought the fatigued blonde, relaxing her muscles as she was filled with relief. Pulling her costume out of her ass, The Girl of Steel turned to face the onrushing media. She had proven herself, yet again, but she knew the reporters wouldn’t care. Ziyi’s defeat was only the first step towards rehabilitating her image, the rest would have to come in time, but for now all that the ravishing beauty desired was a warm bath.
The massive chunk of cement suddenly burst into pieces, scattering in every direction, just as The Maid of Might was about to take off. Hundreds were killed; countless more were wounded as the fragments of cement ripped through their bodies. Several others were crushed by the falling debris as buildings were blasted apart.