Supergirl emerged from the jet to find herself alone in a darken hanger. There was a door to her left that was lighten up by a blue light and seemed to the super heroine as the natural place to go. Once she stepped through the door it automatically closed behind her. Supergirl was surprised to find herself to be on an elevator. After an initial twenty seconds of darkness, the Girl of Steel was greeted by a majestic view of the city of Berlin as she rode higher and higher in the elevator. The maid of Might no doubt thought that she was in another sky scrapper as she was soon above every other building in view.
Before the doors opened to the top floor, the heroine removed Emmanuelle’s coat and dropped her purse, there was going to be no more incognito. Having arrived at the final destination, the heroine stepped out to find herself in another circular room made up entirely of some kind of metal. But more to Supergirl’s surprise was what was showing all over the walls of the room. Some how the metallic walls were projecting images of her, each one showing different major battles she had fought. Even though the room was well lit, Supergirl could make out the projections perfectly.
“Well #4 what surprise is it that you have for me?” asked a voice from behind a solid metal desk.”
“Sorry Anke but Emmanuelle won’t be joining us!” responded Supergirl as she placed her hands on her hips and slightly spread her legs, entering her famous pose.
Anke immediately swiveled around in her chair declaring, “Supergirl!” shocked to see the Girl of Steel only ten feet away from her. “How is this possible…how did you find me?”
“You and your Imperium buddies didn’t really think you could stay hidden from me for ever? I’m Supergirl and this planet and its people are under my protection, so if you know what’s good for you Anke you’ll give yourself up because one way or another I’m shutting this organization down.”
“You foolish girl, we’re more powerful than you could ever imagine. The Imperium is beyond you, I’m beyond you so why don’t you go show that nice little body of yours off to the press; that’s what you do best isn’t it?” Anke’s shock of seeing Supergirl in her office had now turned more to a feeling of delight as she discovered just how much fun it was to treat this girl with contempt.
“You don’t really believe you have a chance against me do you?” asked Supergirl in disbelief from the manner she was being treated.
“I would have kicked your ass ages ago Supergirl, putting you in your place if it wasn’t for #1 and her desire for the Imperium to remain anonymous. How I have ached for this day girl… for the chance to be the one to shatter your illusions of grandeur. Don’t get me wrong Supergirl I know what you can do; this office serves as a constant reminder of your abilities. In fact I admire you girl…obsess over you, but I know I’m your better and today I shall prove that it should be me up on these walls.”
“This doesn’t have to be ugly Anke, just give yourself up and you won’t get hurt.”
“Oh I’m not the one who’s going to get hurt Supergirl, I’ve been waiting a long time for this and I won’t be defeated. But I’m impressed that you got passed Emmanuelle, once she gets an opportunity to use her telekinetic ability I doubt that even #1 could beat her.
Anke was an attractive female of about 30 years of age but not in the same league as the 21 year old Supergirl or Emmanuelle. She was 6 feet tall, with white hair that flowed down to her shoulder blades just like Supergirl’s blonde hair. Anke also had blue eyes but of a lighter shade than Supergirl’s. The feature that really separated the two females was Anke’s body, which was athletically shaped and firm like the Girl of Steel’s but she had a more intense muscular definition. Anke didn’t have bulking muscles but she had far more incredibly defined ones than the Maid of Might, who possessed great tone. She was wearing a black thong and a black long sleeved, formfitting top that was cut just under her breasts, exposing her phenomenal midsection. The German’s top had a hole between her breasts in the shape of Supergirl’s S logo.
As Anke approached her, Supergirl felt confident and was looking forward to showing this woman just who she was messing with. Anke attempted the first blow by sending a right hook that Supergirl managed to dodge. But Supergirl’s counter of a right hook of her own was blocked by Anke’s left hand. The German’s second attempt with her right hand landed straight into the Girl of Steel’s left side of her mouth, snapping the young heroine’s head to the right. Anke then pummeled Supergirl right in the navel with her left fist doubling the girl over as her fist drilled into the heroine’s firm abs. Supergirl’s hair was then grabbed by the German’s right hand, which forced her head straight down into her opponent’s left rising knee. “UUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!” hollered Supergirl as her face was bashed into the German’s vicious knee two more times. Anke, still holding Supergirl by the hair with her right hand, straightened the girl up and drove two consecutive left punches into her face.
Supergirl was being overwhelmed by the German’s onslaught, and by the end of the second punch to the face she had blood trickling down to her chin from a split lower lip. Anke then released her grip on Supergirl’s hair, enjoying the site of a wobbling Maid of Might whose arms were dangling at her side and knees bent inwards. “UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” shouted Supergirl as Anke kicked her directly in the S symbol attacking her breasts and sending her crashing back first into the metal wall behind. After impacting the wall the Girl of Steel thumped down onto her ass, her head down, face covered by her hair and arms down at her sides, with her legs widely parted.
“Oh Rao!” moaned Supergirl who had been completely taken by surprise by her opponents unexpected strength, which equaled her own. Had Anke not gone to her desk to press a special button that lowered it into the ground so that it would not be damaged by the fight, Supergirl wouldn’t have been able to get up in time to face her incoming assailant.
I don’t know how it’s possible, but she’s as strong as I am thought Supergirl who knew she had to start taking the fight to Anke. With this in mind Supergirl went flying, both hands extended above her head in fists, towards the German. But Anke managed to side step the Girl of Steel’s flying attack, while getting an arm of her own between the girl’s head and extended left arm. Anke’s managed to simultaneously get her other arm between the heroine’s legs, hand resting on the girl’s ass. The German now held the Maid of Might in her arms, parallel to the ground.
Supergirl tried getting out of the vulnerable position but there was little she could do but squirm as her back was driven down into her opponents left knee. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” screamed Supergirl as Anke lifted Supergirl off of her knee and back up into her arms in preparation for another grueling back breaker. The follow up assault on her back caused her to wail in pain far worst than the first time, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Anke just smiled as Supergirl was stretched out on her left knee, legs bent and arms stretched over her head as her wide open mouth let out pain filled yells. The German then clenched her hands together, lifting them way above her head before sending them down to pummel the heroine’s exposed abs. Upon impact Supergirl’s screams worsened and her legs kicked up and arms rushed to attend to her stricken midsection. Anke then pushed the girl off of her left knee, sending her to the hard metal floor on her front side.
Supergirl’s legs kicked against the hard, cold steel floor while her hands consoled her aching belly. Her opponent was laughing, walking around her in circles. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” bellowed Supergirl, as her effort to pick herself up was forted by Anke’s slamming down of her foot between her shoulder blades, painfully pinning her to the floor and squashing her breasts. Sheer anguish appeared on the Girl of Steel’s perspiring face as she screamed in pain and attempted to lift herself off the ground.
“Fight not going the way you’d like Supergirl? Consider this a lesson in humility, something I’ve been dying to instill in you. I’m just shattering you world aren’t I princess? You think you’re so tough, the undefeatable Supergirl, well that’s all about to come to an end.”
Supergirl was finally making progress, starting to overpower the force from Anke’s pinning foot, rescuing her breasts. The Girl of Steel was on her hands and knees and could no longer feel her foe’s foot on her back. From her all fours position Supergirl could see drops of her sweat on the metal floor along with a small blood stain from her split lip. The heavily breathing Maid of Might then suddenly realized that her head was between Anke’s legs. Before she could react Anke had her arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her upside down into the air. The Maid of Might’s arms and hair brushed against the ground; from this position the pools of sweat under the heroine’s arms were widely visible. Under and between the girl’s breasts, as well as between her ass cheeks and around her vagina further pools of sweat had also formed.
The Girl of Steel was waiting for the pile driver to come, helpless to do anything about it. But seconds passed and nothing happened, Anke was instead captivated by the girl’s pussy that was revealed by gravities affect on her skirt and was narrowly covered by her thin strip of costume between her legs. She stared wondrously at the barely visible parting caused by the heroine’s vaginal lips though her sweat soaked costume. “You truly are a sexy girl,” said the German before delivering a kiss to Supergirl’s vagina.
“UUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!” painfully moaned the Maid of Might as her head was driven forcefully down upon the steel floor. The blow had dazed Supergirl who remained held upside down in Anke’s hold with the back of her head, neck and shoulders touching the ground. The Maid of Might’s legs were widely parted, leaving Anke who was on her ass with her own legs widely spread, a glorious view of her cunt.
The woman gave in to her temptation and removed a hand from Supergirl’s waist in order to slip the thin piece of costume to one side. The feeling of her exposed pussy started to bring Supergirl out of her daze but she didn’t fully snap out of it until she felt Anke’s tongue licking her along the parting of her vaginal lips.
“How dare you! Nobody does that to me!”
Anke ignored Supergirl’s protests, delivering an encompassing kiss on the heroine’s bare cunt. The enraged Girl of Steel unleashed a psi blast that hit Anke in the face and sent her flying across the room, slamming against the metal walls of the office. Supergirl quickly got to her feet, covering up her sweaty vagina with the displaced piece of costume before turning her attention to Anke.
The psi blast to the face nor the impact with the steel walls phased the German who immediately began charging Supergirl the second she landed back on her feet. The Maid of Might allowed Anke to get within four feet of her before she unleashed another psi blast into the woman’s body between her breasts. Again Anke instantly recovered from Supergirl’s projectile attack and from the forceful collision with the steel. Supergirl couldn’t believe how little affect her attacks had on Anke it was as if the woman felt no pain.
Again Anke charged the Maid of Might her right hand already cocked back to pound the heroine’s face. This time the German managed to get a foot closer before she was struck by a third psi blast and sent reeling back for yet another encounter with the wall. Anke’s body bounced of the steel after impact but before her feet touched the ground a flying Girl of Steel drove her for a fourth time into the barrier. The woman’s back was bruised and Supergirl had driven both of her fists powerfully into her abdomen but she never cried out in pain.
“No one touches me without my permission, got that Anke!” screamed Supergirl as she pressed her assault by delivering a right then a left into Anke’s astounding abs. Supergirl had expected the blows to double the German over but to her surprise the woman remained erect, causing a baffled look to form on her face. The Girl of Steel struck the woman’s midsection four more times, causing the German to bruise bellow her ribs but still no cries of pain or doubling over occurred. The bruising assured Supergirl that she was hurting her foe even though it seemed that Anke felt no pain.
“Can’t you play harder Supergirl?” taunted Anke as she connected her left fist with Supergirl’s face, snapping the girl’s head to the left and causing her to take a step back.
“You may not feel pain but that doesn’t mean I can’t hurt you!” shouted Supergirl as she struck back at Anke with a left of her own, quickly followed up by a right. The Girl of Steel then ducked the German’s right hook, continuing her attack with two punches to the woman’s navel. “You may not be feeling the pain but your body is showing the damage,” said the Maid of Might referring to the bruising on top of the woman’s navel as well at the ones to the sides below the ribs.
“That may be true Supergirl but I at least I’m not hampered by pain, you’ll have to kill me to beat me.”
Both females began to circle each other, separated by only a few feet. They were both sweating but Supergirl more so that Anke. The sweat stains on the girl’s costume were highly visible and ever growing especially around the collar. But the German was the one who was showing damage, having her back spotted with bruises and her midsection ravaged by them. Supergirl however did have a split lower lip that leaked some blood down to her chin.
The lull in the action was broken by Supergirl who unleashed a mighty left, finding her opponents chin. The heroine’s follow up right also found success upon the woman’s face causing her mouth to spray a mist of blood into the air. Momentum was building on the blonde’s side as she delivered a devastating spinning kick into Anke’s already damaged abs. The mighty kick worsened the bruising in the German’s abdomen and caused her back to once again slam against the metallic walls, which despite the pounding never stopped projecting the images of Supergirl.
Supergirl’s left leg continued the assault with another blow into her foe’s stomach, turning the ravaged region’s bruising into a mixture of dark black and purple. Anke was then knocked down to the ground by a roundhouse kick of Supergirl’s that nailed her in the face, producing a stream of blood from the right side of her mouth. “I think you’ve had enough Anke! Why don’t you give yourself up?” offered the Maid of Might as she looked down upon the German who was on her hands and knees.
“Yes…I think you’re right Supergirl, I was foolish to ever think I could take you on,” responded the woman looking at Supergirl through clumps of her sweaty white hair.
The young heroine was relieved to see Anke come to her senses, finally putting an end to the violence. The girl foolishly relaxed and came dangerously close to her opponent who had risen to her knees. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Supergirl never even saw the punch to her vagina, which collapsed her to her knees, ass on the ground.
“You stupid girl, I would rather die than be beaten by the likes of you!” Anke after delivering the excruciating blow to Supergirl’s cunt was instantly back on her feet looking down upon the wailing heroine as she desperately clutched her pussy. “You see what pain does Supergirl…it leaves you vulnerable, hindering your ability to fight,” said Anke as she stepped forward, delivering an uppercut to the Girl of Steel’s face. A steam of blood flew out of Supergirl’s mouth as the blow lifted her eight feet into the air. Another stream of blood flew from her mouth, staining her S logo, as she crashed back down hard on her back.
Anke got a high from seeing the sweaty Supergirl sprawled on her back her left hand holding her sore, narrowly concealed vagina, while her mini skirt was up on her lap. The image was made golden by the heavily breathing girl’s right hand wiping the blood from her mouth. “You’ll pay for that!” said the Maid of Might.
“Why don’t you get up before you make your threats Supergirl?”
The Girl of Steel responded to this by slowly raising herself up off the steel floor. She however was not given the chance to make due on her threat for Anke had launched a right straight to her face the second she was on her feet. The punch snapped the heroine’s head back, causing her split lower lip to unleash blood. A second punch, a left hook, to the girl’s right cheek sent the Girl of Steel reeling. Two more punches, one to the blonde’s left cheek the other to the right kept her stumbling backwards. Bruises now formed on both sides of Supergirl’s face, which was covered by clumps of sweaty blonde hair. Anke then clenched her fists together and slammed them into Supergirl’s face on the left side, causing the girl to spit blood from her mouth, as she was spun 360 degrees.
The blow left Supergirl with her head dangling down, moaning in pain, with shrugged shoulders and swaying arms; all standing on legs that weren’t firmly planted. The German’s next assault with her double fist was to the girl’s right cheek, sending the heroine flying backwards.
Supergirl landed flat on her front, her arms stretched out above her head. Blood came flowing down from her mouth on the right, which together with the blood from her lower lip made a puddle on the floor. The moaning heroine managed to lift herself onto her hands and knees and begin crawling forward, her wet draping hair concealing her direction. From behind the Maid of Might could hear Anke approaching; she desperately tried to speed up her crawl but her sweaty hands and knees sent her crashing back down to her belly.
Supergirl then felt her red cape, which was only a few inches longer than her barely ass and pussy covering mini skirt, being swept to the side. Anke then sat her ass down on Supergirl’s shoulder blades. “OOOOWWWWW!” gasped the Maid of Might whose breasts were once again being maliciously flattened. The Girl of Steel then felt her red mini shirt being raised, revealing her shapely tight ass that was barely covered by her costume. The German’s eyes sparked with excitement as she began to rub her hands over the heroine’s buns. “Stop that…how dare you do this to me...I’m…I’m Supergirl!” desperately protested the blonde who could do little from her pinned position.
Then the heroine felt Anke’s right hand release her left butt cheek but this relief was short lived for it had moved further down and begun to caress her pussy. Supergirl gasped in horror as her most private of parts was being molested; frantically she tried to lift herself back up. But she soon gave up this effort as she caught a reflection of herself in the steel floor. The image of her sweaty face covered in clumps of blonde hair, with bruising on both sides and blood trickling down from the right corner of her mouth and split lower lip demoralized her.
Suddenly Anke got off her back and it all stopped, the rubbing of her right butt cheek, the humiliating feeling up of her cunt and painful squashing of her breasts. The Maid of Might was about to raise herself off of the ground when the woman’s right hand firmly clutched her left butt cheek, lifting her upside down into the air. Supergirl remained in this humiliating position for a good ten seconds as the German carried her into the center of the office. Once there Anke placed her left hand between the heroine’s shoulder blades and lifted her above her head.
The Girl of Steel’s head was leaning back as far as it could, as were her arms that were stretched over her head and legs that were slightly parted. Her hair, cape and mini skirt were all dangling down to the ground, gently swaying. From this position the girl’s eyes could see the numerous images of her being projected on the metallic walls. She saw all of her glorious victories and greatest achievements being displayed. Until this moment these events would have filled he with pride but now they seemed painful and distant.
Anke was also looking at these images… images that she had stared at for years, constantly adding to. She knew she could beat Supergirl, feeling this down to her very core but had constantly been deprived of the opportunity by #1’s insistence that secrecy was the best course of action. How many had tried to defeat this girl she now had raised over her head thought Anke? Neither alien invasions, super powered villains, machines or the best laid of traps had succeeded but she was determined not to fail where all others had. “I’ve been looking forward to this moment Supergirl! I will be the one to best you, to finish your career, accomplishing what no other has been able to do!” The German gave Supergirl a few seconds to let her words soak in before she gathered all her strength and with a mighty roar sent the heroine on a collision course with the metallic walls.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” bellowed the young blonde as she banged into the solid walls with her front. The force of the impact bounced her back a few feet before she came crashing down on her side, gasping for air and whimpering in pain.
Anke took her time walking over, delighted in watching the mighty heroine struggle to her feet. She knew the girl still had some fight in her but her eyes showed signs of conceding defeat. “Oh, did I hurt you little girl?”
The Maid of Might tried responding with a psi blast but her foe had been anticipating it, successfully managing to duck it. The Girl of Steel’s failed attack left her vulnerable to the German’s counter, which came in the form of an uppercut to the gut. The punch drove into Supergirl’s navel, and was made all the more powerful by Supergirl’s back being pinned against the wall. Both of Supergirl’s hands rushed to console her navel. The pain from the blow caused her to slightly lean forward with her head looking down at her impacted region.
Anke straightened the young heroine out by firmly planting her right hand between and into the girl’s breast as a result pinning her against the wall. The woman’s left fist then struck with tremendous force into Supergirl’s right lower ribs, with three successive assaults.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” howled the Maid of Might removing her left hand from her navel to attend to her right lower ribs, which had almost shattered. Anke however did manage to form a painful large bruise that spread over the girl’s lower ribs.
The Maid of Might received little rest from Anke who now lifted her into the air, taking hold of her costume by the S logo with her right hand. This action caused the heroine’s costume to painfully ride up her ass and press against her cunt. Supergirl who was being held two feet off of the ground continued to keep her left hand over her bruised ribs and her right over her aching navel. Her underbelly became the German’s next target falling prey to two straight lefts, which created another bruise for Supergirl to contend with.
Screaming in pain was how Anke had left Supergirl, as she held her in the air by the S logo of her costume. The sweaty blonde’s eyes had watered up and she was on the verge of crying. Anke then yanked Supergirl forward by the S logo and sent her screaming into the air. The girl came down on her front; her sweaty body skidding on the cold steel until it banged into the far side of the office.
Supergirl wrapped her arms around her midsection, resting on her knees with her ass on her ankles and upper body bent forwards towards the ground. She was doing her best to deal with the pain, which occasional overcame her, causing her to let out painful gasps. “Oh Rao I can’t go on… I just cant’” whispered the Maid of Might as she fought back the tears the pain from her body demanded. She’s going to kill me, that’s all she wants thought Supergirl who was using the metallic walls to help her back onto her feet.
“Come on Supergirl lets get this over with,” demanded Anke who had stopped in the middle of the office, impatiently waiting for the girl to join her.
The Girl of Steel thought about making a break for it but her pride wouldn’t let her; she was Supergirl and nobody beat her. “Your tough Anke but I’m going to stop you if it’s the last thing I do!” said the Maid of Might with a newfound resolve. Supergirl moved to the center of the circular office with her arms wrapped around her body.
“You’ve been a challenge Supergirl but I’m going…!”
Supergirl didn’t let the German finish, as soon as she was close enough she let loose a punch to Anke’s face, causing the woman to step back. The Maid of Might struck again, this time to the woman’s right facial cheek, bruising the side of her mouth and causing the blood flow from her mouth to worsen. Supergirl however was unable to land a third hit, Anke having beaten her to it.
Anke’s punch twisted Supergirl’s head to the left, sending sweat from her face and blood from her mouth into the air. The German then followed up by landing a side kick into the young blonde’s waist, which sent her flying back into the metallic barrier behind. The kick created a bruise around the girl’s navel joining the one below in her underbelly and the largest most gruesome one on her lower right ribs in damaging the middle of her body.
Supergirl landed on all fours after impacting the steel wall; from this position the girl coughed up blood. The Girl of Steel knew she had very little left in her tank, and that she had to make her next attack count or else she’d be finished. She wiped the blood from her mouth with her left sleeve before removing the sweaty hair draped in front of her face, allowing her to see Anke.
The German was still in the center of the room delighted to make eye contact with the heroine who was on all fours. “Is that the best you can do Supergirl?”
“You’re going down Anke! I’m going to beat you so hard that even without pain receptors you’re going to feel it!” shouted Supergirl getting back to her feet, doing her best not to show just how bad her condition really was.
“You know Supergirl, after I’m done beating the last drop of life out of you, I’m going to strip you of that sexy costume and use it as the center piece of my office. I won’t even wash the bloodstains and sweat out, they just make it all the better, don’t you agree?” asked Anke of the approaching heroine.
“I think you’re about to get a dose of reality!”
Supergirl landed the first mighty blow while Anke struck the second. Back and forwards the two females exchanged punches in the center of the office. Supergirl had landed five powerful blows while receiving four, her last attack sent Anke stumbling back a few feet. The rhythm of the fight dictated that the next punch belonged to the German but Supergirl knew she couldn’t take another one. Her right eye was encircled by bruising, while her left cheek had been cut open as had the corner of her right eye. This damage joined the blood flowing from the right corner of her mouth and split lower lip, along with both of her bruised cheeks. Beyond the facial damage Anke had also inflicted horrifying bruising around the heroine’s navel, underbelly and over her lower right ribs.
Anke wasn’t any better off than Supergirl having had her left eye swollen shut by the cut Supergirl had opened up on top of it. Her left cheek had become as bruised as her right and the blood loss from the right corner of her mouth was joined by the flow from her right nostril. The villain also had most of her back, upper abs and sides of her body bellow her ribs covered by painful dark bruising.
Supergirl was exhausted her body hurt and was sore all over, she wanted to collapse down onto the ground but knew she couldn’t. The young blonde could see Anke recovering from her last punch preparing to launch another counter attack. What little strength Supergirl had left she placed into her left fist in an attempt to strike first and deliver a finishing blow.
Both girls were sending left fists into each other’s faces, screaming with all their might concentrating their power into their assaults. Anke’s fist was only an inch away from her target when she was struck by Supergirl’s fist, causing her own attack to dissipate.
The momentum of her attack caused Supergirl to fall down onto her hands and knees after landing it. She had given her all and was now struggling to stay conscious, panting desperately for air as she did her best to fight the fatigue and hurt that was consuming her. A good minute passed before the Maid of Might managed to lift her head up and finally account for Anke.
I did it thought Supergirl as she saw Anke through her sweaty draping blonde hair. The German was lying on her back arms spread out at her side and legs widely parted. For a second all the pain and hurt went away, replaced by euphoric feelings of victory. Supergirl slowly but excitedly crawled her way over to Anke; she needed to make sure that her opponent was definitely unconscious. Rather clumsily Supergirl managed to straddle her foe, her ass resting on Anke’s upper abs. The Girl of Steel felt Anke’s chest heaving between her legs and under her ass. She prepared to attack with her right fist just in case the German suddenly recovered. The girl’s left hand was about to touch Anke’s face when the villain all of a sudden started violently shaking. The maid of Might wasn’t sure what to do as she was sent bouncing up and down from the woman’s jerking body.
Foam started bursting from Anke’s mouth as the contractions of her body became ever more violent, until finally it all stopped. The Straddling Maid of Might no longer felt Anke breathing and when she checked the woman’s pulse there was nothing; Anke was dead.
Supergirl got off of the German but lacked the strength to get any higher than her knees, her ass quickly slumping down to rest on top of her feet. She wasn’t sure what had happened to Anke but her best guess was some kind of self-terminating device that had activated one she had been knocked unconscious. Still breathing heavily and sweating as much as ever Supergirl crawled her way over to Anke’s lowered desk, pressing the button on the floor to raise it back up.
Thanks to the help of the metallic desk Supergirl managed to get herself back onto her feet in an effort that caused her to yell out in pain several times. Without Anke the only answers Supergirl would find in regards to the Imperium would have to come from the Computer on the desk but that would take some time and code cracking. The metallic desk once raised back up revealed a few other buttons. Supergirl choose the one that at present appealed most to her. A section of the metallic walls that were showing images of her suddenly lifted up as Supergirl pressed the button, revealing a warm bath ready to be occupied.
The journey over to the bath proved painful but not as much as the effort to remover her costume. She gasped in pain from the struggle thanks to her immense sweating and damaged body but eventually the girl managed to remove her tight, form revealing costume.
The warm water alleviated much of the soreness from her body and Supergirl quickly fell asleep in the bath. Her costume joined her in the water, floating like her, as they both were washed clean.
Supergirl’s much needed rest was just over an hour but in that short time her body had healed tremendously. All of her cuts were gone and only slight bruising remained on her facial cheeks as well as over her right lower ribs. Her body was still sore but compared to before it was a minor discomfort; in another hour she would be as good as new. The heroine hung her costume to dry before drying herself of with a nearby towel and heading off back towards the computer.
The naked blonde was relieved to find Anke still lying on the floor. She felt some shame in this thought and knew that to take such pleasure was wrong even with monsters like Anke. But Supergirl’s mind was soon occupied by more pressing matters, as she sat down in the leather chair, getting to work on accessing Anke’s computer.
Gaining entry to the German’s files was proving to be a difficult task. The Girl of Steel wanted to get to #1 before Isaura revived and warned of her penetration of the Imperium. Surprise would be her best ally against this criminal organization that was proving to be more powerful than she had ever imagined.
This thought caused Supergirl to stop her work and just lie back in the chair and think. She knew that she had been fortunate in her battles against Isaura and Anke and suddenly she began to doubt herself. Anke had nearly defeated her and Isaura had broken her spirit, the recollection caused the naked blonde to shutter. Could it be that she, Supergirl, wasn’t strong enough to take down the Imperium? If #3, Anke, was capable of hurting her the way she did, what would #2 be able to do? “No! I’m Supergirl I’ve faced tough situations before and triumphed; this time won’t be any different. You’re the bomb girl and both Isaura and Anke went down like all the others, so will #2 and #1 when I get my hands on them.” This little pep talk raised Supergirl’s spirits and restored her confidence and faith in her abilities.
It was clear that the Imperium was truly a powerful organization not easily infiltrated, their impenetrable computer codes serving as proof. Despite Supergirl’s best efforts she was gaining little ground after a solid hour of work. For her effort Supergirl had gained little but she was pretty sure that #2 was in Tokyo and more specifically was head quartered in Nakatomi Plaza located at the heart of the city. The Girl of Steel would have liked more time to crack the Imperium’s database but she had to act fast and shut down the organization before Isaura recovered. But she knew that with or without the Imperium Emmanuelle had to somehow be silenced. The knowledge that girl had of her personal life, placed a lot of people in danger.
Supergirl suddenly felt like calling Richard but to her dismay she got the answering machine. “Hey Richard it’s me, I hope you’re all right honey? I just wanted to let you know that I miss you and that my mission is going to take a little bit longer than I thought...” Supergirl wanted to tell details, to talk to him and not the machine but that couldn’t be helped. She needed to hear his voice; she needed the strength his love gave her. “…Don’t worry about me, this thing may have been larger than I suspected but it’s nothing I can’t handle. Well, okay I got to go. Love you,” said Supergirl rapping up her message.
Supergirl’s costume was still wet but she slipped it on anyways; for she would soon be air born and her flight would dry it out. A button on Anke’s computer desk opened up the ceiling of the room and Supergirl leaped into the air heading east as fast as she could go. In minutes the Girl of Steel was over Tokyo, her costume once again nice and dry, fitting comfortably on her body.
End of Part II
Part III to follow soon but in the meantime I am more than happy to take suggestions and hear any thoughts on this or any past story of mine.