The encounter with Supergirl had gone precisely according to plan, and for the first time Nina had truly experienced the fruits of her labor. Her euphoria even allowed her to enjoy the flight back to New York, where for the first time in years she permitted herself to indulge in a flirtatious exchange. Romance, an act dominating the lives of so many girls her age had had little place in Nina’s disciplined and driven life. At first the boy beside her, like everyone else on board the plane, had wanted to converse about Supergirl and her opprobrium but this phase was short lived as Nina shamelessly came onto him. It was obvious to all what the young couple was up to in the washroom stall, but most were too preoccupied watching the news on Supergirl to pay them much attention. Nina desired to prolong the experience throughout the remainder of the day but the sudden appearance of Elisha at the terminal brought her plans to an end. The boy begged Nina to change her mind but she was no longer the same girl he had known on the plane and one plea too many sent him flying into the air never to be heard from again.
Elisha, like countless other onlookers, tracked the lad until he was no more than speck heading towards the sun. “Pity, he was kind of cute,” stated Elisha before adding, “I think we’d better go,” after taking note of the gathering crowed. The two villainesses quickly entered the waiting limo, which proceeded to speed away once they were safely inside. “I hope that’s not your normal way of dealing with your admirers?” joked Elisha.
“He was a mistake, a moment of weakness, which I assure you will not happen again. Now, what is it that your master wants underling?” demanded Nina, unleashing her intense gaze upon Elisha.
“The President wishes to convey her gratitude, she’s absolutely ecstatic over the way you handled this situation.”
“Great! Now let me out of the car,” demanded Nina, not wanting to spend another second in the presence of anything even remotely connected with Lexus Luthor.
“Not quit yet, there’s something I want to discuss first.”
Stop the car or I’ll snap your neck,” shouted Nina, whose reflexes allowed her to lash out at Elisha’s neck and slam her into the barrier that separated them from the driver before the blond had even enough time to blink.
“Uhhhhh….Please…I …I….uuuuhhhhhhh…have…unhhhhhh…informa…”
“The car!”
Elisha frantically stretched out her right arm just barely reaching the intercom button, before gasping out the order for the driver to stop. The driver’s compliance finally secured Elisha’s release, collapsing her to the floor, desperate for air.
Nina was surprised to feel Elisha clutching at her arm as she prepared to exit the limo. “You must really have a death wish,” concluded the dark haired girl.
From her knees, right hand still wrapped around her aching neck, Elisha, managed to say, “Please…I…I want to join you.”
“Join me…You? I don’t think so.”
“Lexus, you can’t trust her…she has taken an interest in you. She knows that what ever has given you your power is in your lab, as we speak there are teams trying to hack in. I…I can delay there efforts give you the time you need, but I want in; I want to be there when you finish Supergirl.”
The ravishing 5’ll, blue eyed, blond heroine stood nakedly in her boyfriend’s apartment. She hoped that a glass of water would help quell her anxieties, allowing her distraught mind to finally get some sleep. Upon her return from Washington, Richard, had done his best to comfort her, but not even his loving care could ease her woes. It was all like some hellish nightmare, she just couldn’t believe what had happened…what she had done.
Her image was taking a battering on TV, over and over again the media kept playing her encounter with her mysterious opponent. Outraged parent groups were denouncing her as a slut and a whore, expressing their disappointment in someone they had come to see as a role model for their children. The Religious Right, which had always attacked her for her manner of dress, was flat out calling her a prostitute and demanding her immediate expulsion from the U.S, as a moral degenerate.
Supergirl left the empty glass on the counter, wiping the tears from her eyes as she made her way back to bed. Ever so gingerly she slipped back into place alongside Richard, who hours ago had succeeded in encountering sleep. Lying on her back, The Girl of Steel restlessly continued to grapple with her demons, careful not to allow her gentle sobs to wake her boyfriend.
Suddenly The Maid of Might found herself dressed in her costume, and alone, encompassed by a vast emptiness of white. “Hello! Where am I?” she called out but only the echo of her own voice responded. Slowly she began to turn in a circle and as she did her surroundings magically began to appear: first came the ground beneath her feet, then the buildings, followed by a mass ring of media and people. Then the unmistakable, astoundingly cut figure of her unknown, masked assailant began to emerge from within the faceless crowd. Supergirl immediately turned to face her approaching foe, quickly entering into her famous pose of hands on hips with legs slightly parted before asking, “who…who are you?” But this time she did not even receive her own echo in reply.
Time suddenly froze leaving both girls only a few feet apart before resuming in a kind of constant slow motion. Supergirl found herself reacting to her opponent’s fist, blocking it with her left and countering with her right. But to the Girl of Steel’s dismay her blow was also deflected and suddenly she found herself facing a vicious right, to which she was too slow to avoid.
The blow carried the force of a freight train, sweeping the blond beauty off of her feet and crashing back first into a building. The crumbling wall held Supergirl for a few seconds before releasing her to the ground, where she landed on her knees en route to performing a face dive. “UUUHHHHH…UUUHHHHHH!” moaned Supergirl as she lifted herself onto her hands and knees. Slowly, she began rising to her feet, but her spinning head made short work of her attempt, collapsing her back to the ground.
However, Supergirl was soon rendered some assistance by her opponent who brutally yanked her to her feet by her hair. “AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!” yelled Supergirl who was forced to shut her eyes from the pain, preventing her from taking action against the incoming punch directed at her navel. The blow drilled into the heroine’s flat and perfectly toned abs, instantly forming a bruise around the impacted area. The girl’s suffering was made all the worse by her natural desire to collapse from the pain, which her opponent denied through the hold on her hair. “AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH…AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! Why are you doing this?” demanded Supergirl, her arms wrapped around her damaged midsection, her eyes on the verge of tears. But once again no answer was forthcoming only pain, as the blond terrifyingly watched her opponent prepare to unleash another blow. This undoubtedly was not the same foe Supergirl had faced the day before, she was stronger, so much stronger than before, her power increasing with every punch.
If not for the hold on her blond locks, the punch, the Girl of Steel received would surely have sent her flying for miles, regardless of obstacles. But the ferocity of the blow was evident enough from the blood tickling out of Supergirl’s mouth. The second blow to the Maid of Might’s face left her with a dark bruise on the left that stretched from her bleeding mouth to her now bleeding nose. “NNNOOOOO…please stop… UUUHHHHH… Please...,” begged the teary eyed blond, as she watched her opponent’s blood covered fist drawing back for yet another assault. Supergirl’s head dangerously snapped back from the blow before rolling back and listing from side to side, to the tune of her soft moans. This time around the villain succeeded in cutting open The Maid of Might’s severely bruised left check, further brutalizing her pretty face. The blood from her nose and mouth was now streaming down her neck all the way to the collar of her costume, where it began to form a stain. Her opponent then smeared her blood covered hand across the heroine’s breasts, defiling her S logo.
My face, thought the whimpering Supergirl, she’s destroyed my face. This just can’t be happening! She’s too strong, giving me more than I can handle. I don’t understand how, no one should be able to do this to me, but…but I’m defeated.
What Supergirl had just painfully admitted to herself was obvious to all, but her foe was still not satisfied. The destruction of the young blonde’s angelic face continued, with the slamming of her head into a concrete wall. The villain then applied pressure to the back of the heroine’s head, grinding it in even deeper, breaking the girl’s nose in the process.
Satisfied with the depth in which she had managed to drill The Maid of Might’s head, the masked assailant proceeded to take hold of girl’s red cape. The brutal manner in which the villain ripped off the heroine’s cape created large tears in her costume, exposing both of her slender shoulders. The Girl of Steel’s lower back was then treated to a crushing blow, whose power could not only be measured by the horrific bruising that it caused, but by the veracity of the girl’s muffled screams, that could still be heard through several inches of concrete.
The barely conscious Supergirl was finally yanked from the wall, her broken face was cut and bruised, and like the hole it had occupied, smeared with her blood. The Girl of Steel was completely helpless, unable to do anything to prevent herself from being hoisted above her conqueror’s head, like a trophy. Her hair and skirt were hanging down, while her limbs lifelessly dangled from her body. Her assailant shamelessly paraded her before the sea of spectators. “UUHHHH…UUUUHHHH…p…please,” pleaded Supergirl, tears streaking across her swollen cheeks, as she struggled not to choke on her own blood. And then it all came to end as the masked girl drove The Girl of Steel down onto her knee, producing a thunderous cracking sound, which echoed for miles.
Supergirl awoke screaming from this terrifying dream, her naked body covered in sweat. “OOOHHHHH…OOOOOHHHHHHH…OHHHHHH RAO!” panted the horrified blond, still unsure of her surroundings.
“Supergirl…Supergirl calm down baby, everything’s okay,” reassured Richard, as he took a firm grip of the girl’s shoulders, giving her a slight shake in the hopes of gaining her attention.
“Richard? What…what happened?”
“I was hoping you could tell me, I’ve been trying to wake you for the past half hour.”
“I…I was having some kind of nightm…UHHH!” Supergirl having had her attention drawn to her pussy by a feeling of warmth was too shocked by what she discovered to continue her sentence. Her vaginal lips were parted, and like her upper inner thighs covered in a pool of her sexual secretions. “What’s going on!” she demanded.
“I don’t know baby, when I awoke I found you masturbating, I tried to wake you but it was like you were in some kind of a trance or something.”
“This can’t be!” exclaimed Supergirl, who for a minute thought she was still dreaming, but she knew she wasn’t. With widely opened eyes she vulnerably stared at Richard, “What’s wrong with me? Maybe I am a slut?”
“Don’t be silly, you’re no such thing.”
But Supergirl, who was desperately fighting back her tears, was too embarrassed to continue. “No, wait… Supergirl please,” begged Richard as he watched her go running off into the washroom.
The Maid of Might’s day had already started horribly, last night’s dream was bad enough but she was more concerned about her sexual episodes. She was feeling increasingly down upon herself and despite Richard’s firm objections to the contrary, like a slut. She knew he would never say it, but how could he not think any less of her after all he had seen her do. And what The Girl of Steel was on her way to do right now didn’t make her feel any better. She knew there would be a large gathering of reporters but now that she could see the swarm of media her preparation just felt inadequate.
As Supergirl descended, she was careful to keep her legs close together and her short, red mini skirt pressed against her hips so that it would not ride up and reveal the narrow strip of costume that concealed her more intimate of parts. The media, who was already fairly hyped up before her arrival, now became frantic swarming all over the blond beauty the second she landed. “Please everyone stay calm!” shouted Supergirl. I know you have questions, and I promise to answer them but first I would like to make a short statement!”
It took Supergirl a couple more tries to quiet down the crowd, but after a few moments she was able to commence. “I would like to begin by expressing my deepest regrets over the destruction of the Capitol building. Many dedicated, and self sacrificing men and women were killed as a result of this tragedy, and my heart goes out to all those who have lost a loved one. I can’t tell you how sorry I am that I could not get there sooner.”
Sorry my ass super slut! We all know what you were too busy doing!” interrupted a reporter from the audience.
The increased media intensity caused Supergirl to take a moment to regain her composure. “I…I can’t deny that I was having sex, confessed The Girl of Steel too embarrassed to look into the cameras. “I’m just a girl…I too have certain desires. I swear I didn’t mean any harm,” pleaded the gorgeous heroine, as her eyes began to water, “I only wanted to help. As soon as I heard the Capitol was under attack, I rushed over…I know it’s not an excuse but nothing else seemed to matter…I’m so sorry!”
“Excuse me, Supergirl, but I would just like to get something straight, when you say sex…what exactly are we talking about?” asked a female reporter from the Los Angeles Times.
The Girl of Steel felt as if she were standing naked before the cameras. She wasn’t sure how to answer the question. Her pride, as well as her rapidly dissipating image, demanded that she save face and admit to making love with Richard, which was technically true. But part of the reason why she promoted the notion that she was Supergirl 24 hours a day was to protect her friends. Supergirl didn’t want to endanger those she cared about by turning them into targets for her enemies.
“What I mean Supergirl is were you making out with a lover or were you using a more solitary form of arousal?”
The Maid of Might thought about stone walling the question, after all what business of theirs was it, but in the end she knew that there was really only one way to guarantee the safety of her friends. “I....UUUMMMM…I…I was stimulating myself.” The flood of camera lights that stuck the young blond forced her to partially turn her head away and wince.
“You filthy whore!” shouted a voice.
“Hey! I’m not proud of what I did,” shot back an indignant Supergirl, unsure of her accuser. “We all have certain needs!”
“Yes…yes, and you’re ‘just a girl,’ we heard you the first time Supergirl, but actions speak so much louder than words, wouldn’t you agree?”
The Girl of Steel instantly recognized this man as Richard Boyle, a sleazy reporter from the National Enquirer, who made a living printing false smut about her, and was unquestionably in the employ of Lexus Luthor. “What do YOU want?” snapped the ravishing blond, her temper revealing her agitation.
“I just feel that the world deserves to know exactly what kind of protector you are Supergirl. The people have placed their trust in you, and I believe the parents, and perhaps even more importantly the children, of this great nation have a right to know that there idol, there role model, is not some kind of moral delinquent; and you can start by lifting up your skirt.”
“What? Forget it!” shouted the enraged heroine.
“She says she’s sorry, but is not even willing to prove the level of her sincerity to the people! I say the S stands for slut!” proclaimed Boyle.
“This has nothing to do with the people!” retorted Supergirl, but her protest was quickly drowned out by a growing chant of, “lift your skirt!” There was nothing The Maid of Might could do; the chanting was only getting louder. Finally she gave in; a loud cheer rose from the audience as her hands took told of her short, red mini skirt and began to lift.
The young blonde’s shame seemed to hold no end, as she even complied with the calls for her to spread her legs. Supergirl appeared a broken girl, tears flowing from her eyes as she held her skirt up high, revealing the thin strip of costume that barely concealed her wondrous cunt.
Supergirl’s pussy was dry, but no one cared about Mr. Boyle’s claims anymore, instead the cameras zoomed in and focused as tight as possible on the girl’s snatch. The narrow parting between the heroine’s nether lips could just barely be made out through the thin blue fabric of her costume. Some of the men in the audience began to howl, overwhelmed with excitement. The blonde’s long shapely legs and perfectly curving hips served only to enhance the glory of her vagina.
“Enough!” finally shouted the crying Girl of Steel, recapturing some of her lost pride and dignity. No longer willing to be humiliated, she shot up into the air, escaping into the clouds.
Supergirl’s eyes were still red from her tears when she entered the NYU girl’s basketball change room. Confident that she would be alone, she fearless proceeded towards the locker of Linda Danvers. Catching a glimpse of herself in the full body mirror The Girl of Steel quickly turned to face her reflection. “The S stands for super, not slut!” she reassured herself. Her self-esteem began to return as she took a few extra minutes to check herself out, pleased with what she saw.
I’m glad that Professor Clark is away at a conference, thought Supergirl as she began stripping of her costume; quantum mechanics is about the furthest thing from my mind right now. I really need to unwind, and nothing clears the head better than a good workout. After hanging her costume in her locker the naked heroine began slipping into her exercise attire, which simply consisted of a black sports bra and a black pair of spandex shorts that only came down a couple inches past her crotch and barely rested high enough around her hips to conceal her pussy hairs. What little of Supergirl’s fabulous, athletic body was not revealed by her sparse attire, left little to the imagination, thanks to the way her toned body filled the material. Before heading out onto the court, The Maid of Might slipped on her brunette wig; even though the gym was reserved for the girl’s team she wasn’t willing to take any chances, just in case one of her teammates suddenly showed.
Minutes after Linda Danvers’ departure, Nina, dressed in her costume, entered the change room and proceeded directly towards Linda’s locker. The cameras she had hidden throughout the room allowed her to enter the correct combination and gain entry. Instantly she found what she was looking for, removing Supergirl’s hanging costume and laying it across her lap as she sat down on the bench behind her. Nina then turned the thin, incredibly soft costume inside out, before unscrewing the container she carried in her left hand. Over the regions of the costume that would surround Supergirl’s breasts, Nina sprinkled a fine blue powder, before rubbing it into the material. She then took hold of the small piece of costume that went between the heroine’s legs and emptied what remained of the container over the area that would conceal the blonde’s pussy. After rubbing the powder into the vaginal area of the costume, Nina, returned it to its outside in condition, and hanged it back insider the locker exactly as she had found it.
Alone in the gym, Linda Danvers, began her warm up after taking a good fifteen minutes to stretch. A few easy laps around the court followed by some sprints, and then by some wind sprints got her blood pumping. Even though Supergirl had been going all out, she had barely begun to break a sweat, thanks to her excellent physical conditioning. But just as the Maid of Might completed another set of exercises her body once again flared up with intense sexual cravings, forcing her to shout, “OH RAO…NOT AGAIN!” Leaning forwards with bent knees, Supergirl desperately fought to keep her hands away from her yearning regions. I have to fight this. “OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH… OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Come on girl be… “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I can’t…I can’t,” whispered the young heroine, admitting the failure of her resistance, as her left hand desperately made its way down the front of her shorts. Her right hand frantically struggled to pull her shorts down, before slipping under her bra to work on her breasts. The mighty Supergirl then dropped to her knees, her passionate screams filling the gymnasium.
Just like the times before, the girl’s lust seemed to hold no end. Her climaxes were exhausting her, drenching her in sweat, desperate to take in air between screams. Her wet cunt was dripping her juices onto her upper inner thighs, as well as the gymnasium floor, while her fingering left hand spread them onto her narrow strip of blond pubic hairs. And then it was over, one last exhaustive scream accompanied the young beauties forward collapse; her right hand barely having enough time to save her from impacting the floor.
Linda Danvers was a mess; her glistening body was dripping sweat, while her brunette wig, which concealed her true identity as Supergirl, was askew, revealing strands of her natural blond hair. Her sports bra had rolled up above her breasts and her shorts were hanging around her ankles.
What Supergirl needed, other than a bath, was some time to recover and reflect on her ordeal, all of which were denied to her by the sound of approaching foot steps. Gripped by panic she leaped to her feet, only to be tripped up by shorts, which sent crashing onto her belly. Turning onto her side she frantically attempted to free herself of her shorts using her legs, but they had become too tangled, leaving the panicked girl little choice but to crawl. Supergirl made it to the stands just as the doors swung open, lucky for her there was a space between them and the wall where she could hide.
Supergirl’s first priority was her appearance, which she tended to by first sliding back up her sweat moist shorts. Her wet pussy instantly created a large, visible stain through the black spandex material, but she figured no one would notice from a distance. She then unrolled her moist bra back over her breasts and did her best to stuff her hair back under her wig. The Maid of Might then turned her attention to getting a look at the couple that had entered the gym. “Oh Rao!” blurted out Supergirl, a little louder than she would have liked, as she saw the unmistakably cut figure of the masked girl who had humiliated her the other day, the girl from her nightmare. The other woman was definitely a member of Lexus’ Elite Guard, Supergirl couldn’t be sure but she thought it was Elisha; who strangely enough was not dressed in her usual attire. In fact, she appeared to be wearing the exact same outfit that she herself was currently wearing. That…that bitch, thought Supergirl. At least I have a better body.
Perhaps out of naivety stemming from her young age, Supergirl thought little of the coincidences involved in this encounter, instead what she saw was a chance to avenge her humiliations. She was not interested in hanging back and ease dropping on her opponents; she had them before her and her pumping adrenaline demanded action; just as Nina knew it would. But first The Girl of Steel needed to switch into her costume, and that meant sneaking along the wall to the far door and slipping out without being noticed.
The nimble Maid of Might proceeded cautiously, aware, but perhaps not fully cognizant, of the disaster that could befall upon her if she were caught. Had Elisha not been with her, Nina, who had already spotted Supergirl, might have had some fun with her, but her plans necessitated the girl’s escape. However, Nina did get satisfaction from Supergirl’s messy state, especially from the large stain between her legs.
“What was that?” asked Elisha, turning around just in time to see the door leading to the girl’s change room come to a close. “I think someone’s out there!”
“Don’t worry about it, when our girl arrives we’ll know.”
“But, how do you even know that Supergirl will show?”
“We have more important things to discuss! Now, I’ve arranged for…well, for some entertainment that will leave the Girl of Steel quit sweaty by the time she arrives. But even so it will take a few minutes for the crystals to start working, so even though she may be a bit tired you’ll have to be extremely careful until they take effect. The modifications I’ve made to your arm bands will help you survive the initial confrontation. And remember, the sweatier she gets the more painful the experience so keep working the bitch even after the fun begins.”
“But, how have you done all this? How did you…”
“No more questions Elisha. You remember the terms of our agreement. Now, lets go over the plan one last time.”
Back at her locker, Linda Danvers threw off her brunette wig, sending her perspiration soaked, shoulder blade length, blond hair collapsing around her face. She then quickly proceeded to remove her workout attire, taking a few seconds to exam her filthy shorts before tossing them and her bra into her locker. Having paid a terrible price for her over eagerness last time around, the young beauty was not about to make the same mistake, hastily cleaning up her cunt and inner thighs with a towel.
Supergirl’s fabulously soft, muscle tone revealing, thin costume immediately began soaking up the sweat from her heavily perspiring body. Already sweat stains were beginning to form under her armpits, around her breasts and collar as well on the fabric between her legs and covering her ass. Perhaps if the heroic blond was not so pumped with adrenaline she might have detected the blue powder that was now in contact with her tits and pussy, but as she ran towards the gym all she could feel was the pure unrivaled comfort of her costume.