Two Years Later
A barely 21-year-old Supergirl flew into the change room of the NYU’s girl’s basketball team. Her morning had been fairly active, rescuing the space shuttle, thwarting a terrorist plot in Germany, and finally dealing with a distressed oil tanker in the Indian Ocean. She would have preferred to remain active a while longer, but she had class followed by promise to her boyfriend, Richard, to spend the afternoon together. Reluctantly she opened up the locker of Linda Danvers, preparing to give up the unrivaled comfort of her costume for the disguise of a student. Supergirl crossed her arms across her body, taking hold of the collar of her costume, sliding it down her slender shoulders to her elbows, revealing her firm, flawlessly shaped breasts, that were just the perfect size for her athletically toned 5’11 body. Her arms were freed from her sleeves, one at a time, before reaching behind her and unclenching her belt. She then continued to remove her thin, perfectly form revealing costume down to her skirt, exposing her washboard abs. Before continuing, the Girl of Steel sat down on the bench, which was spaced between the lockers, in order to remove her red boots. With a slight wiggle of her hips the Maid of Might, now back on her feet, continued to undress, revealing her narrow strip of blond pubic hairs, followed by her erotically perfect pussy, which ever so slightly resisted its release from her costume. The Maid of Might then bent over, lifting her legs one at a time in order to slip her costume off, and complete its removal.
Supergirl hanged her costume on a hook in her locker before removing her brunette colored wig from inside. The naked girl casually walked over to the full body mirror on the nearby wall. Standing only a few feet away she placed her hands on her hips after she had cocked them to the right. “Looking good girl,” said the heroine as she checked herself out from head to toe. She gave her breasts a gentle squeeze, causing a slight moan to escape from her lips before she began concealing her blond hair, under her brunette wig. It never failed to amaze her that this simple disguise, which only altered her appearance by shortening and changing the color of her hair, was enough to conceal the fact that Linda Danvers was actually Supergirl. With her wig firmly in place the Girl of Steel returned to her locker, where she began completing her disguise by sliding on a pair of panties, and slipping into a bra. A mini skirt followed, which though short was nowhere as revealing ash her costume. With the addition of a tight fitting white t-shirt, to go along with her black mini, her transformation was complete. She then placed her costume inside her sports bag with all her books, and headed off to class.
“I saw you on the news, you’ve been one busy girl,” said Richard before he took Supergirl in a hug, having ambushed her as she left her class. “Learn anything new in the fascinating world of quantum mechanics?”
“Nothing that a thirty second glance at the text book didn’t teach me,” responded Linda.
“Okay smarty, if you can learn the entire course in a matter of seconds they why do you bother going to class?”
“Because one can never stop learning, and it’s the right thing to do.”
“Attendance is mandatory isn’t it?”
“Okay you’ve got me,” admitted the Girl of Steel. “Now whose the smarty,” she teased before treating her boyfriend to a kiss.
“Um…that was pleasant,” blissfully stated Richard, as he wrapped his arm around Linda, holding her close as they made there way out of the building.
“Linda may I have a quick word with you?” asked a young black haired girl, fabulously dressed in a short skirted business suit.
“Of course Professor,” replied Linda briefly giving Richard a smile before making her way over to the teacher.
Did she just call that girl Professor wondered Richard, who was too far away to hear what they were discussing. I must have misheard, that girl looks to be the same age as Supergirl, there’s no way she has a PH.D. After noticing that both girls were the exact same height, Richard began to see further similarities, had Supergirl not been wearing a wig, both girls would have had shoulder blade length hair. Their eyes were the exact same shade of light blue, and it was obvious that both of their ravishing bodies were in peak physical condition. But by no means were the girls going to be mistaken for each other, after all they had different hair color, with Supergirl having a slight edge in beauty, but possessing a smaller bust.
The two girls spoke briefly, and Linda was only away from Richard’s side for about a minute. “Sorry about that, the Professor just wanted to congratulate me on my work,” explained Supergirl.
“How can that girl be a professor?”
“Remarkable huh! Yeah she’s actually been teaching here for about a year. She’s a good professor and all, definitely knows her stuff, but she’s way to serious. I don’t think she had much of a childhood, and I’m pretty sure she doesn’t have many friends; in fact I’ve never seen her with anyone, and she always looks as though she’s thinking.
The young professor watched as Linda Danvers walked off with her boyfriend, watching every move, every nuance that the girl made; that’s got to be her she thought, their mannerisms are an exact match. Either way I’ll find out tomorrow, but I’m positive that at long last I have found her. “Soon you shall be avenged my sister,” promised the girl as she stroked the scar on her left palm.
Every ounce of pain, every hardship Ziyi had had to endure was worth the sacrifice for her to be at this point in her plans. The genetic alteration she had undergone to disguise her identity, had increased her height, changed her eye color, as well as her race. She had based her alterations on Supergirl, becoming as much like her as possible, but refusing to part with her dark hair, the sole physical reminder of her true heritage. Within a month of the Fuzhou explosion, Ziyi no longer existed; she had become Nina Clarke, a native New Yorker.
Every day since taking her vow to avenge her sister, Ziyi had focused her mind as well as her body on defeating Supergirl. It took a year to rebuild the strength enhancement machine that had given her sister the extraordinary power she had possessed. And everyday since its completion Ziyi had endured its torment, having it tear apart her muscle tissue, only to rebuild it stronger than before.
Posing as a professor at NYU was only a means to an end. Ziyi had never bought into the image, that Supergirl liked to project, of being the Girl of Steel 24 hours a day. She was positive that the Maid of Might harbored some secret identity in an attempt to try and fit in with the rest of humanity. The girl’s age made it a natural assumption for Ziyi to place her as an undergrad. Every test Ziyi had ever administered to her students had but one purpose: the identification of Supergirl. At first Ziyi had suspected a hand full of girls, but as time went by it became increasingly apparent that there was something different about Linda Danvers.
Ziyi, now Nina Clarke, made her way into her top story up town apartment. Its walls were decorated with images and newspaper clippings of Supergirl. The vast interior of the apartment was bare except for a fridge, and a complex information center, comprising of several interlinked computers that were off to the side. Nina began to undress the second she was inside, stripping down until she was completely naked. She had already gone on her daily two hour run, and now began the rest of her routine. Before heading back to the university for her night classes, Nina would complete countless sit-ups, pushups, as well as thoroughly practice her fighting techniques. She kept her blinds up in order to enjoy the sun, as well to allow her to catch an occasional glimpse of Supergirl who routinely flew around the city. Nina’s neighbors enjoyed the sight of her athletically stunning body as she worked out. Some teasingly referred to her as “the Supergirl,” because of how toned and fit she looked. Nina’s body was in fact harder with more muscular definitive cuts than Supergirl’s. It wasn’t that Nina had big muscles; just that she had eliminated virtually all the fat from her body.
For four hours Nina trained in her apartment, whenever she felt tired she only needed to look at one of her pictures of Supergirl, and a wave of energy would carry her on. She resented her night classes, since she’d rather spend the time training, and also because Linda was not in them. But she needed to go to the university anyway, to get her daily treatment from the machine, which she securely kept locked up in her, on campus, lab.
The next morning Nina left early for her run, giving her body an insufficient amount of time to recover from last night’s treatment. But it was necessary, for she needed to get to the university early, in order to prepare a little surprise for Linda Danvers. Throughout the women’s washroom, that was directly across from her quantum mechanics class, she planted specially created microscopic cameras, of her own design. Their expert placement assured that they would remain invisible even to someone with Supergirl’s exceptional vision. From behind the podium of her class, Nina could see into every stall with perfect resolution, her refinements even allowed her cameras to pick up color.
She then placed a special device on the ceiling of the class, in order to give it the widest possible range. When activated the device was designed to erotically stimulate Kryptonians, by brining about intense sexual desire. The humans in the class would remain unaffected since its signal operated on a frequency well below the capacity of the human brain to detect. Nina had obtained the information on Kryptonian physiology from Lexus Luthor, who waved the hefty fee when she saw the intense hatred of Supergirl in Nina’s eyes.
The Girl of Steel flew into the NYU girl’s basketball team’s change room after her usual morning of heroics. She quickly got out of her costume, and into her Linda Danvers attire, but not before she spent a few minutes checking herself out in the mirror. The change room was always empty at this time, since practices were either very early in the morning or late at night. Linda was a little late to class, but the Professor didn’t seem to mind, in fact she seemed relieved at her appearance. Linda took her usual seat, saying hello to the people next to her, as she sat down.
Supergirl couldn’t wait for class to be over, she was meeting a journalist friend who had been helping her build a case against Lexus Luthor, proving that the latter had been grossly abusing the power of government for personal benefit. They had been building this case for over a year, and in a couple weeks planned to go public.
Nina waited until 15 minutes into class before she activated the device, keeping a constant vigil on Linda from the second she flipped the switch. Supergirl began to feel distracted, finding it hard to concentrate. She began to let out faint, soft moans from her mouth, without even noticing it her left hand began rubbing her pussy through her jeans, while her other hand began squeezing her right tit. Linda only took notice of what she was doing after becoming aware of the stares of her classmates. What am I doing thought Supergirl her eyes shooting open as she gasped in air. A second later her shock turned to instant embarrassment, her blushing face offering a weak smile to her onlookers. What’s going on with me, mentally questioned Supergirl, I feel so horny. She felt herself loosing control; her erogenous zones were on fire, begging for attention. Linda was beginning to feel uncomfortably hot in her clothes, her palms were sweaty, and perspiration started to form on her face. Before she knew it a hand was back on her pussy, her body squirming in her seat. “OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!” loudly moaned Supergirl as she stood up, slamming her hands against her desk. The Girl of Steel’s heart nearly stopped when she realized what she had done. “I…I have to go! Sorry professor,” apologized Linda to a stunned class, as she grabbed her belongings and hurriedly made her way to the washroom.
The Maid of Might nearly knocked another girl over as she ran into the nearest stall. Her bag immediately dropped to the floor, nothing else mattered except undoing the button to her low cut, skintight jeans. She didn’t even bother to pull down her thong; her right hand sliding underneath in order to go to work on her wet pussy. She had lost all reason, her actions driven by overwhelming sexual lust. Her left hand struggled, under her shirt, to undue her bra, so that her longing tits could get some meaningful attention. The girl was out of control, her hands desperately trying to service a body lost in desire. “OOOOHHHHH…OOOHHH…OOOHHH YESSSSS…YESSSSSS! OOOOOOOHHHHHHH RAO…YEEESSSSSSSSSSS! OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” panted the Girl of Steel, her satisfaction echoing amongst the washroom walls.
Upon climaxing her heavily breathing, sweaty body slumped back against the stall, her arms stretching out at her sides after removing her wig. “Oh Rao! I…I can’t believe what I’ve done. What came over me? This isn’t like me at all…I’m a good girl,” protested Supergirl as she looked down at her soaking pussy, thighs and right hand. Panic then struck the perspiring blond, as she realized she might not be alone. It took her a minute of intense listening, before she worked up the courage to have a peak, thankfully the washroom was empty. She then cleaned herself up, using toilet paper, before removing her jeans and wet thong.
Her heart pounded as she rushed out of the stall to the nearest sink quickly splashing some water on her cunt and inner thighs before ducking back into the stall just before a couple of girls entered the washroom. Thank Rao thought Supergirl as she removed her sweaty tank tee, which she used to dry her cunt and hands. The naked heroine then removed her costume from her bag, slipping into its soft comfortable embrace. Her red boots completed her change, but before she could take to the sky, through the window, she had to wait out the new arrivals whose endless gossip kept her impatiently listening for their departure. The Maid of Might was simply too embarrassed to return to class, leaving her bag, filled with her disguise back in Linda’s locker, before taking flight for her rendezvous with Kate Stone. A shower would have been best, but Supergirl needed to escape the university as quickly as possible.
Nina had dismissed the class the second her monitor, behind the podium, showed Linda masturbating. It took colossal restraint from her to refrain from barging in on Linda and begin enacting her revenge. Unlike her sister she was now ready to face Supergirl, confident only a few more treatments remained before she could match the heroine’s powers. All doubt as to Supergirl’s identity had been erased upon Linda removal of her wig. “You fucking whore! You’re time is near Supergirl! Soon your entire world will start to collapse around you, landing you straight at my feet.” Nina had been planning her revenge for over two years; she did not merely wish to defeat Supergirl but to destroy her. Knowing the girls secret identity would now allow her to implement her carefully prepared plans. But first she would finish watching the video, nearly collapsing in laughter as Supergirl narrowly escaped being spotted by a couple of girls as she splashed water onto her cunt.
The Girl of Steel leisurely made her way towards her rendezvous with Kate Stone, her journalist friend and partner in the fight against Lexus Luthor. Usually they met on the roof of the New York Times building, but Kate’s last minute message had switched the location to an abandoned water treatment facility at the edge of town.
Supergirl’s hair, cape and mini skirt lifted up as she descended toward the ground, gracefully landing by Kate’s abandoned car, just outside of the facilities entrance. There was a sign on Kate’s windshield that simply read, “INSIDE,” as an arrow pointed into the steel structure. “Hello! Kate…Kate it’s me, Supergirl!” shouted the Maid of Might into the darkness ahead of her. Slowly she kept moving forward, until she could only be sure of her direction by feeling along the metal walls.
Something was definitely wrong thought Supergirl, but she kept stumbling forward out of a desire to find out just what was going on. Then suddenly the lights all came on at once, blinding the Girl of Steel for a moment, as her eyes needed to adjust to the brightness. Directly in front of her the corridor she had entered split in two. Before she was given a chance to choose a direction the lights in the right passage way went out, guiding her into the left. She continued down the path until reaching a dead end, checking the walls to see if they opened. As the blond turned to leave, the floor dropped from underneath her, causing her to fall for a good five seconds, before landing hard, sprawled out on her belly. Immediately the entryway by which the Maid of Might had been dropped into the room had seamlessly been shut.
Supergirl’s cape had fallen over her head, and her mini skirt had risen up fully revealing her long shapely legs, and tight ass, that was barely covered by her costume. From the ground the young blond lifted her head, after sweeping aside her hair and cape, she began looking around the square room; she appeared trapped, sealed in by solid steel walls. “Kate!” she shouted, spotting her friend lying nakedly on her back. Supergirl sprung to her feet, her barely ass and vulva covering mini skirt falling back into place, as she ran toward her friend, dropping down and knelling by her side. She immediately took Kate’s body into her arms, quickly discovering that she held a corpse. “NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” cried out a weeping Maid of Might before bringing her head down to rest against that of her friend.
Kate’s cold, naked body was covered in bruises, she had been severely beaten, and tortured. “Who ever you are I’ll get you for this!” screamed the heroic blond, tears streaking down her face.
“You’ve been a naughty girl Supergirl?’ calmly stated a self assured, female voice, coming at the young heroine from all directions. “Conspiring against the President of the United States is a federal offense.”
“Lexus!” declared the Girl of Steel, immediately standing up, and turning a full 360 degrees in search of her rival. For the first time Supergirl noticed small black cameras in each of the upper corners of the room, she turned to stare directly into the one on her left.
“That’s right Supergirl I can see you but you can’t see me.”
“You’re going to pay for this Lexus! This time you’ve gone too far.”
“Where’s your proof? Kate Stone is dead; all of her evidence destroyed. She was the unfortunate victim of a violent crime; something that my new legislation will actually reduce by 50%, I’m just sorry that it was too late to help your friend.
“No! This is one crime you won’t be able to sweep away. I don’t care what it takes Lexus, but you’re going to answer for Kate’s murder. I’m going to expose you to the world, we’ll just see who the people believe. And if you think this room of yours can hold me you’re sadly mistaken,” proclaimed the Girl of Steel, marching towards the nearest wall, unleashing a mighty fist into its solid construction. The still teary eyed blond was amazed at the resiliency of the metal, her punch only managing to create the slightest of dents.
“This is no ordinary room super bitch!” responded Lexus as twelve small circular holes, three per wall, appeared in the solid steel. A thick, dark green liquid started gushing out of the holes, that were located some seven feet of the ground.
“What is this?” questioned the puzzled young blond, taking a step back from the wall and watching as the liquid covered the floor. Whatever it was Supergirl had no intention of sticking around to find out. The liquid was rapidly rising, soaking her boots below her ankles with it slime. The Girl of Steel struck at the wall with another fist, enlarging her original dent, and collapsing the steel by a couple inches.
“It has taken Luthor Corp years to develop this substance Supergirl. I’m not sure how long it will take to work on you, but the slightest exposure can drain a human being of their energy in under a minute.”
The Maid of Might was starting to panic, striking at the metal with two rapid blows. Just one more hit and the steel would crack, enabling her to pry it apart. She was poised to make the final punch when steel coils, emerging from out of the walls, restrained her arms, legs and waist. Before the girl could react the coils flung her across the room, slamming her back against the wall. The impact propelled Supergirl forward, causing her to stumble and land upon her hands and knees. The green liquid had now risen to several inches off of the ground, covering everything below her lower thighs and her arms half way to her elbows. Several inches of her blond hair as well as the tip of her red cape, which was barely longer than her mini skirt and currently lying on her back, were also soaking up the green substance.
Back on her feet the liquid ran up half way to her knees. Supergirl’s psi blast dispatched the first two waves of incoming coils, but no sooner were they destroyed that new ones began to grow out of the walls. The needed crack in the steel was provided by a third psi blast, which the young heroine launched as she took two quick, splashing steps before leaping into the air and heading for the opening.
As Supergirl’s hands slid into the narrow crack her feet touched back onto the ground. “UUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!” grunted the Girl of Steel as she slowly widened the gap in the metal walls. Some four and a half feet off the ground the Maid of Might had succeeded in prying a hole large enough for her to barely squeeze her way out. For comforts sake, as much as possibly for pride, Supergirl continued to try and pry the walls apart, but it was getting harder, the liquid was starting to take effect.