Every day Nina endured the torment of having her muscle tissue ripped apart and reconstructed by her strength-enhancing machine. This process has now been going on for over a year, but the rigorous treatments required that her body be in top physical condition from the very beginning; so for the last two years Nina has devoted every spare moment to perfecting her body. All of the sacrifice and dedication is finally starting to pay off, thought Nina, as she entered her apartment and began to strip. I'll spend the next few weeks following Supergirl, learning her routine and then finally phase one of my plan will be complete; by that time I should be more than ready to face her. These thoughts comforted Nina as she began her training routine.
After two hours Nina was halfway through her workout, but even though her body was dripping with sweat she felt great, propelled onwards by just how close she was to avenging her sister's death.
Suddenly the door to her apartment came crashing down, the naked sweaty girl immediately spun around to find Lexus' elite guards. The three blond agents strategically placed themselves around the apartment, prepared to strike at a moment's notice.
"Wow, you look even better than the last time we met," complemented Lexus Luthor, drawing Nina's attention towards her as she approached. "Yes, those are the eyes I remember, burning with such fierce hatred."
"What do you want Lexus?" irritatingly asked Nina, placing her hands on her hips, shamelessly showcasing her hard, cut body.
"That's President Luthor to you," retorted Lexus as she admiringly shifted her eyes across Nina's body before stepping forward to allow her breasts to press against Nina's. Lexus took a few seconds to enjoy the discomfort on the black haired girl's face before giving her a smile and breaking away. "I can't say I admire your taste," commented Lexus as she walked around the apartment staring at the images of Supergirl that lined the walls. "You really should get some furniture; you never know when guests might stop by."
"You're not a guest," responded Nina, cocking her hip to the right, her patience quickly fading.
"No need to get testy I'm just trying to be friendly, us President's like to work a room you know. But since you insist I'll get to the point, I'm here to collect a debt."
"You gave me the genetic information on Supergirl free of charge."
"Nothing is free in this life girl, but either way I'm changing my mind and now I say you owe me."
Nina's main propellant was her hatred of Supergirl, but her plans went far beyond the blond beauty's demise, she dreamed of righting the wrongs of history, of making the Western barbarians pay for the humiliations they had imposed upon China. "You double dealing cunt!" shouted Nina as she made an aggressive move towards Lexus. Instantly the three blond guards were on her.
Lexus calmly stood back and watched as her guards gained an initial advantage due to their numbers; but just like Supergirl, Nina, soon turned the tide only faster and with greater prowess. But even with her guard's unconscious, and with Nina triumphantly marching towards her, Lexus continued to hold her ground.
"You should have brought more of these blond bimbos," teased Nina as she took hold of Lexus's jacket, "I've gotten better workouts against punching bags. What's the matter bitch...Oh, sorry, I forgot you prefer Madame President... can't find anything to say now that your face is about to be punched in?"
"You disappoint me Nina," smugly stated Lexus, seemingly indifferent to her predicament.
"Oh that's rich! I would start begging for your life right about now."
"You struck me as a smart girl the first time we met but perhaps all this working out has dimmed your wits. I don't doubt your power, but I'm betting you're not quite ready to face Supergirl, or you would have engaged her already. So, I figure that last thing you want right now is attention, the one thing you'll be sure to get by killing me."
Nina was fuming inside, but as much as she hated this woman, she knew she could not risk her plans and endanger two years of hard work. Reluctantly she released her hold on Lexus and lowered her right clenched fist.
"That's a good girl," said Lexus as she began readjusting the fit of her jacket. "Now, we were discussing your debt. In three days, Supergirl will give a press conference; you're to see to it that it never takes place. I don't care how you do it, but if that cunt makes her speech I promise you I'll personally give her the directions to this place. Oh... one last thing, you're going to be working with one of my associates, Elisha, she'll be around to keep an eye on things, and report on your progress."
Lexus was about to leave when she remembered her guards; the sight of their unconscious bodies caused her to shake her head in dismay. "Just um...show them the way out once they can walk," embarrassingly asked Lexus, taking one last, long and thorough look at Nina's hard, cut body before heading for the exit.
Nina tried to go on with her workout upon Lexus' departure, but her mind was clouded, she needed to stop and reevaluate her situation. For over an hour she nakedly sat on the floor, gazing out the window, trying to grapple with all the ways Lexus had upset her agenda. "But what has really changed?" suddenly blurted out Nina, finally finding her solution. Lexus may be forcing me to play my hand prematurely, but this can be made to work in my favor, thought Nina; I may have lost prep time but I've gained the perfect platform from which to launch my assault.
Nina tolerated Elisha's presence out of a desire to placate Lexus, but she kept her completely out of the loop. Over the next three days Elisha was given busy work as Nina clandestinely tracked Linda's movements. Cameras and sexually stimulating devices were placed in the NYU girl's basketball team's change room, as well as in all of Linda's classrooms.
Supergirl was nervous as she slipped into her costume, in half an hour she would be delivering her condemnatory speech against President Lexus Luthor, to the awaiting media in Washington D.C. Every TV channel was buzzing with speculation, their normal programming having already been interrupted for the vast gathering of media on the Hill.
"Relax," said Richard as he placed his hands on his girlfriend's hips, "you're doing the right thing."
"I'm not so sure anymore, maybe it's not my place to inter..." Supergirl was unable to finish her sentence due to Richard's long and pleasing kiss.
"You're doing the right thing!" reasserted Richard.
"I'd better get going, I want to pay my respect to Kate before the press conference," said Supergirl before giving Richard a peck on the cheek and heading for the balcony. "Do I look all right?" worryingly questioned Supergirl, spinning around to face her lover, "my hair isn't messed up or anything?"
"You look amazing, absolutely stunning."
Richard's words brought a shy smile to Supergirl's face but just as she was turning for the balcony her erogenous zones began burning, overwhelming her senses with their demand for pleasure. "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" moaned the young blond, rubbing her upper, inner thighs with her hands, as she began capitulating to her body's desires.
"Supergirl what's wrong?" asked the approaching Richard.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH...OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH...OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Richard I...I need you...OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... take me now!" demanded the Maid of Might, as her left hand slid under her skirt and pulled aside the narrow piece of fabric that concealed her vagina.
Something is definitely wrong thought Richard, this isn't like Supergirl at all; she would never do something like this.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Supergirl was on the verge of losing complete control; her right hand was feverishly stimulating her right tit, while her left was frantically working her soaking cunt. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...for Rao's sake Richard!" screamed the Girl of Steel, as she took matters into her own hands, forcing her boyfriend onto the bed, savagely depriving him of his clothes before forcing him into her.
Normally when they made love Supergirl was too afraid to be aggressive out of fear of hurting Richard, but also out of fear for her image, and what he might think of her if she was too forward. The truth was that Richard wished she wasn't so shy and inhibited; he desperately wished to ask her for head, but knew she was too proper to ever consent. But now Supergirl was going wild, ridding Richard fast and hard, giving him more than he could handle. After one orgasm Richard was out, completely exhausted from the experience he fell into a deep, pleasurable sleep.
Even after two more climaxes the urges wouldn't stop, forcing the blond beauty to continue fingering away at her clit. Her inner thighs, vulva and pussy hairs were covered in her juices, while her entire body was glistening with sweat. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed Supergirl as yet another climax rocked her body. Her left hand was getting tired forcing her to relieve it with her right, which freed it up to work on her left tit, not realizing that the action spread the juices covering her hand onto her costume.
It took another two orgasms before Supergirl was finally able to quell her lust. The ordeal left her dripping with sweat and short of breath, causing her to desperately pant for air. Her hands, though no longer active, remained over her sexual regions. Oh Rao, thought Supergirl, what's happening to me, this is the second time I've been overwhelmed by these urges? How could I just give in to them like this, I feel so dirty? My parents taught me better than this, I'm not this kind of girl.
The television, which had remained on, suddenly began to get louder and louder till finally it succeeded in drawing the Maid of Might's attention. She couldn't explain how this happened, but the image of a female assailant laying waste to the Capitol building instantly grabbed her attention. Supergirl leaped onto her feet, her worries would have to wait for another time for right now she was desperately needed in the nation's capital.
Adrenaline and the all consuming desire to get to Washington before any more harm could be done wiped the Girl of Steel's memory of what she had just done. In less than a minute she was directly confronting the attacker, who had already succeeded in demolishing a third of the building.
The cameras were unable to capture Supergirl's speedy descent, but this disappointment was quickly forgotten as the unprecedented gathering of media focused their attention onto the two girls.
Nina had been looking forward to this confrontation for a long time, but deep down she was nervous. She knew it was risky confronting Supergirl without completing a few more treatments, but she overcame her nerves by taking comfort in her abilities and training. Her biggest concern was self-control, no matter how tempting the opportunity to avenge her sister, she had to remember her plan. For this reason she concealed her face entirely behind a mask that also covered her neck. Even her eyes were hidden, but the ingenuity of the fabric allowed her to see perfectly through the thin material that showed every contour of her face.
Nina's long sleeved top was made out of the same black, skintight material and went down just passed her navel. Only a small portion of skin between her top and equally form revealing low cut, bottom was visible, the rest of her body was completely covered.
The home viewers, in comparing the bodies of both perfectly sculpted girls were surprised to discover that for once Supergirl was not the instant favorite. Both girl's effortlessly turned heads, but Nina had bigger tits that were just as perfectly shaped as the Girl of Steel's. But what was really surprising was just how much more cut Nina's body was than Supergirl's. The Maid of Might was an amazingly fit girl, whose gorgeous toned body was perfectly evident through her costume, but Nina's phenomenal definitive cuts made the athletic heroine's body seem rather mundane in comparison.
But all this is not to say that the cameras ignored Supergirl, far from it, since all were quickly intrigued with her perspiring body, which had clumps of her hair sticking to her face and neck. Her costume had large, highly visible sweat stains under her armpits, around her breasts and on her collar. So scrutinized was Supergirl's body that all could not help but notice the stains around her left breast and the juices covering her hands. The girl's short, red mini skirt made it difficult to see, but the astute viewer could notice some of these same juices starting to run down her inner thighs.
"This stops now!" declared Supergirl, strategically placing herself between Nina and what remained of the Capitol building and its fleeing occupants. "I don't know what your problem is, and quit frankly I don't care. But I promise you're going to answer for all the death and destruction you've caused here today," said the Maid of Might as she removed her hands from her hips, oblivious to the fact that they had left behind further stains on her costume.
The only response Nina cared to give Supergirl was a fake yawn. But behind her show of indifference, Nina had only one thought on her mind: you killed my sister.
Supergirl could not help but be impressed by Nina's phenomenally cut figure; she hated to admit it but it actually intimidated her a little. Who ever this girl is she's obviously strong, thought Supergirl, but she's going to need more than a great body to handle me.
The crowed continued to be impressed by Nina, who dauntlessly matched the Maid of Might's own approach. Supergirl, herself was surprised by Nina's boldness, but dismissed it as presumptuous arrogance, a common enough trait amongst her many enemies. However, Supergirl quickly discovered that it was she who had underestimated Nina, walking straight into a rapid fist that sent sweat flying from her face, as she crashed into the ruins of the Capitol building.
"UUUUNNNNGGGGGHHHH!" grunted out the Girl of Steel as her back slammed into the concrete, and then again as she came thumping down on her ass, her back leaning against the partially destroyed wall. To the dismay of the cameramen, the gorgeous heroine's skirt had not lifted up, denying them the glorious pussy shots that the blonde's widely parted legs would have provided. That hurt, thought Supergirl, as she began massaging the left side of her chin with her right hand, unwittingly spreading her love juices onto her angelic, but perspiring face.
Supergirl did not remain long on her ass, quickly springing back onto her feet to meet the perusing Nina. Even though her opponent was wearing a mask it was clear that her face wore a broad, satisfactory smile. "Not this time," shouted Supergirl as she blocked Nina's right hand with her left and countered with a right of her own. This time it was Nina's turn to go flying back and slam into the building across the street.
Stupid...stupid...stupid! You got carried away in the excitement, trying to pull the same move twice. Don't get cocky Ziyi, you know better than to take this blonde whore lightly.
"You've got some power, but I assure you I've taken down stronger. Now, why don't you do the smart thing and give up?" asked the Girl of Steel as she looked down upon Nina, confidently entering into her famous pose.
You arrogant slut, thought Nina, refusing to give Supergirl the satisfaction of seeing her attend to her aching jaw. Nina desperately wanted to get back up and put Supergirl in her place, she was sure her superior skill would allow her to overcome Supergirl's slight advantage in strength. But instead she remained on the ground, in order to allow the cameras to catch up and get into position.
Supergirl had a strange relationship with the press, she understood the necessity of their coverage but they always struck her as being more preoccupied with getting a shot of her body than with the situation itself. But she couldn't deny she liked the attention, it's not that she was self-absorbed, just that Kryptonian's didn't share the same inhibitions as the people of this planet over displaying their figures. Supergirl was proud of her body and worked hard to stay in top physical shape, not just any girl could slip into her costume and look the way she did.
So, Supergirl wasn't bothered at all by the gathering media, especially since her opponent seemed to be in no rush to get back onto her feet. But she was confounded by Nina's next action; from her ass down position the masked girl simply pointed directly at her short, red mini skirt. The cameras instantly focused in on Supergirl's skirt and suddenly there was an eruption of lights as all quickly took notice of Nina's discovery.
The Maid of Might had no clue what was going on, but reluctantly she turned her gaze downwards. The young blond was instantly filled with terror, causing her to take a few steps back, as she let out a loud, horror filled gasp. Her Mini skirt was sticking to her inner things and vulva; wet stains were visibly forming through the fabric. Her secretions could be seen trickling down her thighs, occasionally dripping down from between her legs. The memories of what she had done suddenly came flooding back; instinctively she covered her gasping mouth with her left hand. Her lips immediately took notice of the juices on her fingers, drawing her gaze to her hands as she held them before her face.
A sudden volley of pictures snapped her out of her daze, and to her horror, alerting her to the surrounding media. "OH RAO! This...this can't be happening," terrifyingly stated the heroine, as she whirled around taking notice of just how many cameras were present. I...I can explain...this isn't how it looks...I'm a good girl...I'm...I'm Super... AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Nina, who had been forgotten by all, suddenly reasserted her presence, delivering a mighty blow into the unsuspecting Girl of Steel's abdomen. Nina then straightened Supergirl out by taking hold of her sweaty hair and yanking her towards the very building she had been punched into. Before throwing Supergirl against the wall, Nina made sure to viciously yank down on her hair one last time.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" belted Supergirl as her back slammed into the concrete. Her opponent kept her pinned by taking hold of her costume by the S logo and pressing her against the wall. Supergirl's face was then pounded by Nina's free right hand, causing her head to snap to the right. Just as Supergirl's face sprang back into place, Nina unleashed a second right, even more powerful than the first.
But despite the ferocity of Nina's assault, Supergirl was beginning to get her mind back into the battle; already her right hand had taken hold of Nina's left, which held her costume by the S, while her left hand succeeded in deflecting Nina's right away from her face and into the wall. Whoever this girl is she's strong, it's hard to believe but she's virtually as strong as me. Despite what's happened I've got to concentrate, I can't allow myself to get distracted, not with so many innocent people around.
Despite her best efforts Nina could feel Supergirl overpowering her left hand, loosening her grip on the heroine's costume. You're stronger Supergirl, at least for now, but all your might is no match for my hate.
Supergirl had been expecting her foe to attempt another right; as a result the head butt she received came as a complete surprise. The force of the attack drove the back of her head into the wall, dropping her arms to the side for the few seconds she needed to recover. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" moaned the slightly dazed heroine as her opponent reaffirmed her grip on her S logo, before using it to yank her out of the wall. Supergirl's vision cleared just in time to see Nina fist driving into her lower abs. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" hollered Supergirl as she wrapped her arms around her abdomen, and leaned forward from the pain.
Upon impact with the Girl of Steel's abs Nina released her grip on the girl's costume. She then took several large steps back, before leaning her head slightly down and stretching her arms out at her sides in clenched fists. In the few seconds Nina remained in this position she focused on all that she hated about Supergirl, and channeled it into her right fist, which she then used to deliver a running upper cut onto the Maid of Might.
Time seemed to stop as Supergirl was hurled off of her feet, sweat flying from her body. She came crashing down after reaching a height of well over six feet, and covering a sufficient distance to leave her sprawled out in the middle of the road. Her head was spinning and incessant moans accompanied the slow and aimless movements of her body. She felt Nina take hold of her left ankle but her disorientation and blurry vision prevented her from taking action.
Nina dragged Supergirl towards the onrushing media who enclosed the two girls in a ring of endless cameras. The blonde's skirt, thanks to the friction of being dragged, had ridden up, and reporters were viscously competing for the best angles. The thin strip of blue costume between her legs, to everyone's euphoric delight, was off to the side, revealing her wondrous pussy. Just like her inner thighs, blond pubic hairs, and vulva the fabric between her legs was soaked with her secretions. A trail of sweat marked the path through which Nina dragged the young heroine, whose parted nether lips continued to drip her juices.
You have only begun to feel my wrath Supergirl, what I've done to you today is merely the beginning. Your death will come, but not before I've destroyed your precious image, thought Nina as she lifted the Girl of Steel into the air by her left ankle.
The media's frenzy, already at hysterical proportions, increased as a result of Nina's action. The image of the sweaty Supergirl being held upside down, her pussy exposed and smeared in her sexual juices was a natural cover page. Sumptuous descriptions of the sweet smell and utter perfection of Supergirl's snatch filled the air waves; accompanied by images taken from only a few feet away.
Supergirl may have been disorientated by Nina's attack but she was far from finished, and had plenty of fight left in her. While her head was clearing she had some sense of what Nina was doing to her, but was not fully aware of the situation. As she hung upside down, her hair and arms dragging against the ground, she endlessly kept hearing people shouting her name. Initially the shouts of, "Supergirl!" helped bring her out of her daze but now that she had recovered they sent her into panic. Oh Rao... My pussy! This...this can't be happening? This can't be real?, terrifyingly thought Supergirl. "Let me go! Let Me go!" shouted the frantic Maid of Might as she desperately tried to kick free of her opponent's grasp.
Nina, even with both hands, was barely managing to maintain her hold on Supergirl's ankle. She was disappointed by the heroine's quick recovery, but not surprised, and took comfort in the fact that she had achieved her objective. I still think I could take you right now Supergirl, but pride is your sin, not mine; as Nina thought this she rapidly began spinning around in circles, while continuing to hold onto the Girl of Steel's left ankle. This action deprived many reporters of their lives, as Supergirl against her will was used as a spinning bat, knocking several of these men and women into the air. Nina only released Supergirl after achieving maximum velocity, launching her on a collision course with what remained of the Capitol building.
Supergirl desperately tried to regain control of her body, but despite her efforts she went ramming head first into the edifice; her arms afforded her head some protection as she went smashing through the walls. What little remained of the Capitol was on the verge of collapse, but the cameramen who went rushing in were far too preoccupied with locating Supergirl to pay any attention to the rumbling sounds. The Girl of Steel had risen to her hands and knees by the time the press caught up with her. Instantly they focused in on her shapely, tight ass, gloriously reveled thanks to her raised skirt and cape that was off to the side. This day seemed to hold endless humiliation for the young blond for the cameras had caught her just as she was readjusting the thin strip of costume between her legs, sliding it over to cover her vagina. Upon noticing the media, Supergirl frantically pulled her skirt down and leaped to her feet, too ashamed to stare directly into their eyes.
"Supergirl! Supergirl...what do you have to say for yourself? How can you explain your...your...current condition?" demanded a reporter, thrusting his microphone before her sweaty face.
"Please, I don't have time for this, I've got to stop this villain before anymore innocent live are lost. I...please just leave me alone," cried the Maid of Might, shoving the microphone away from her face. But Just as Supergirl was about to take flight and go after Nina the building began to collapse. "Get down!" ordered the sexy blond as she leaped into the air and caught the domed roof that was about to land on top of them.
As the dust settled the camera's turned their attention to the Girl of Steel holding the Capitol's dome above her head. Naturally the girl's skirt lifted as she descended and all zoomed in on her pussy, whose parted nether lips could clearly be seen through the thin, wet strip of costume that covered it. Sexual juices dripped from between her legs, to the ground below, while others ran down her inner thighs, mixing with her sweat.
After safely laying the dome to rest, Supergirl turned her attention to locating her mysterious assailant, but all that she found was a flood of reporters.
"Supergirl, were you having sex?"
"Supergirl, who's your lover and how often do you make love?
The heroic blond was ill prepared for the onslaught of questions, she tried to back away but everywhere she turned she encountered a microphone and camera.
"What do you have to say for yourself?"
"Have you no moral decency?"
"Please...you don't understand, I...I can explain everything!" shouted the Maid of Might as removed clumps of her sweaty hair from her face.
"Supergirl what's your favorite position?"
"Were you masturbating Supergirl?"
"No, I wasn't masturbating," snapped Supergirl, "I...I was...UUMM...please...just give me a minute to explain.
"Have you anything to say to your fans?
"Are you a whore?"
The barrage of endless questions and their shameless manner brought Supergirl to tears. "I'm...I'm not a whore," cried the young blond, wiping the tears from her eyes. "I...I'm sorry...I...can't," she stammered before taking off into the sky.
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