Nakatomi Plaza was easy enough to spot being the tallest skyscraper in the city. The head of the Nakatomi Corporation was Emi Midori and Supergirl was sure that she was #2. The woman just fit the profile set by Emmanuelle and Anke of being a young, attractive, fit female who was also phenomenally wealthy and in a position of power.
The top of the tower was completely see through, made out of a very strong glass. Supergirl could see Emi working at her desk alone in her office from on top of the building. Any doubts that the Girl of Steel had about Emi being in the Imperium were vanquished once she saw the seal in the shape of her logo with the I in the middle, on Emi’s desk.
The glass ceiling of Emi’s office shattered causing her to jump out of her leather chair. Her hands had to cover her face to protect her from the falling glass but once this was through and she could safely look up. Midori’s eyes gazed with wonderment at the heroine’s narrow strip of blue costume that concealed her vagina, exposed by her raised skirt as she descended. “Supergirl what is the meaning of this?” demanded Emi of the fast approaching super heroine.
Once her feet where on the ground Supergirl walked towards the Japanese girl stopping only a few feet away, placing her hands on her hips and spreading her legs shoulder length apart. “Cut the act Midori, I know your #2 in the Imperium and I’m here to take you down.”
Emi Midori was 23 years old possessing dark black eyes. Her hair was equally black and relatively short in length flowing down no longer than her neck. She wore a pink form fitting jacket with an equally form fitting skirt that like Supergirl’s barely concealed her nether region. The girl’s body was fit and stood at 5’7.
“The Imperium, what are you talking about? I’m the head of the Nakatomi Corp…”
“Yeah whatever Midori! I just finished taking down Emmanuelle and Anke, so guess what girl you’re next on the list.”
Emi approached Supergirl her hands out at her sides and with a look of puzzlement on her face. Emi stopped her advance only a step away from Supergirl, facing the heroine directly. “Look Supergirl there has been a mistake, somehow you’ve been misled. I don’t have the slightest idea what you’re talking about,” said Emi looking the Maid of Might directly in the eyes.
The Girl of Steel was no longer confident she had the right girl maybe she did jump to a conclusion. But this was exactly what Emi wanted her to think, the second she saw the doubt enter the blonde’s mind she acted. Emi’s pink suit was suddenly ripped off as a pair of coils emerged from her lower back and another set from her upper back. As these coils sprung out, a mist swirled in her eyes turning them into a solid black, giving Midori’s gaze a cold empty look.
The doubt Emi had created in Supergirl’s mind was sufficient to dull the blonde’s quick reflexes, allowing her to be caught. Emi’s lower set of coils wrapped themselves around Supergirl’s ankles spreading the girl’s legs apart. Her upper pair did the same to Supergirl’s wrist. “Let me go!” demanded a struggling Maid of Might, unable to break free.
“You stupid slut! You should’ve attacked me while you had the chance.” Emi was now dressed only in her white panties and bra, as she joyfully watched the heroic girl’s futile efforts to break free.
I can’t believe this thought Supergirl, I can’t break free of her coils they’re actually able to restrain me. The young blonde gave her all to free herself but despite the grunting and squirming all she managed to do was amuse her captor. “Laugh at this Emi!” shouted an enraged Supergirl, preparing to release a psi blast. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” hollered the Girl of Steel whose body filled with pain before her psi blast could be launched.
Through her tentacles Emi was unleashing an energy assault on Supergirl that caused the blonde to thrash in pain. After ten seconds Emi felt the heroine had had enough and ceased the attack. “I can sense when you are preparing to use your psi blasts Supergirl and the next time you attempt to do so I will make the experience even more severe.”
Midori’s energy attack left Supergirl’s body throbbing in pain. The girl felt spent, her body no longer struggling to get free but loosely hanging in her foes restraints. She panted for air as her face hung down, unwilling to meet Emi’s enthralled black eyes.
Supergirl only lifted her head once she felt Emi’s hands running along her bound outstretched arms. The Japanese girl’s hands clasped Supergirl’s arms like railings repeatedly running along them, enjoying the toned musculature and soft fabric of the Maid of Might’s costume. “Emmanuelle always talked about fucking you Supergirl. About all the ways she could enjoy your phenomenal body. She dreamt of killing you in bed after achieving the mother of all orgasms.” Midori said this as she stared into Supergirl’s newly raised blue eyes, which still showed the pain her body had endured from the energy assault. “Anke talked almost as much about you girl, but she dreamed of drinking your blood after demolishing you in combat.”
Supergirl listened to Emi’s speech with growing concern. Just after Midori finished her bit about Anke she moved her hands along Supergirl’s body from her arms to her breasts. “St…St…Stop that!” demanded the Girl of Steel as her tits were cupped. The heroic girl struggled as hard as ever to break free but her defiance continued to meet no success. “Please let go,” finally pleaded the Maid of Might as she gave up her resistance, fighting back the tears she felt coming.
Emi paid no attention withdrawing her focus from Supergirl’s eyes, turning instead to the blonde’s perfectly shaped tits, which she began bouncing in her hands. Every girl must look at these and only wish thought Midori, thinking of her own smaller less exquisite tits. The humiliated Supergirl was struggling not to encourage Emi any further by fighting back her tears and ceasing her pleading.
“But I have desired you for vastly different reasons than Emmanuelle or Anke,” resumed Emi after bringing the jiggling of the blonde’s breast to a halt by taking a firm grip. Both girls were once again in intense eye contact, Emi having tilted her head up. “You see Supergirl my species is few and scattered all over the universe. We were once united and strong but that time is long passed. Those who conquered us left only a handful alive, while ensuring that those who remain cannot procreate without ending there own existence.”
It was clear that Emi had more to say but she had decided to stop here, giving Supergirl a smile instead of a new line. Unease immediately swept over the Girl of Steel. Her eyes were suddenly drawn to Emi’s breasts where her nipples had grown incredibly erect. Supergirl’s eyes shot wide open and her jaw dropped as Emi’s bra suddenly ripped off, as coils grew from her breasts, her enlarged nipples on the tips. Just like the tentacles from her back these coils emerging from her breasts were gray.
The smile on Midori’s face grew ever wider, as a stunned Supergirl remained speechless. Emi continued to look Supergirl in the face but the Girl of Steel watched the waving coils, which finally stopped growing at a length of four feet. Emi then slid her firmly clenched hands off of Supergirl’s breasts but kept hold of the girl’s costume yanking it away from her body.
“What…what are you doing?” a shocked Supergirl asked of Emi finally managing to get words out of her mouth. Midori didn’t bother to answer the heroine’s query. Supergirl started to panic as the coils headed down the space Emi’s grip on her S logo provided. The frightened Maid of Might violently squirmed about, her head shaking from side to side, tossing her hair about, as she screamed out, “NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Supergirl continued to shout and toss about as the coils encircled her breasts at the edges. The tips of the coils ran along the inner part of her breasts until they touched her nipples. Once the coils were in place Emi released her grip on Supergirl’s S logo, but they remained easily visible through the thin form revealing costume.
The coils were firmly in place around the Maid of Might’s tits but not painfully so. They felt cold and uncomfortable against the sensitive area but they weren’t causing any apparent harm to the terrified girl.
Emi then placed her right hand over Supergirl’ navel, turning it upside down as she pressed against the girl’s flat and firm abs. This caused Supergirl to stop her screaming and wiggling about.
The Girl of Steel looked down upon Midori’s widely spread right hand pressed against her midsection with great unease. A few beads of sweat formed on Supergirl’s frightened face as she breathed heavily for air.
There was a long silence between the girls, which Midori finally broke as her eyes, which she had closed once she placed her right hand over Supergirl’s navel, sprung open. “I knew it…you’re one fertile bitch Supergirl, fully ripe for the picking. You’re truly a special girl, this womb of yours will give me at least three good offspring before it gives out.”
“Offspring! What are you talking about?” demanded a terrified Girl of Steel who wished she had never asked the question, as she resumed her struggle to break free.
“My species doesn’t have males Supergirl only females. We can induce fertilization of our eggs at anytime but giving birth is a grueling experience, which demands the death of the mother so that the daughter may live. I have tried everything to find a way to procreate without sacrificing my own life but all my experiments have failed. These pathetic humans can’t even get passed the earliest stages of the process. But you Supergirl are the answer to my problem. You’ll give birth to my offspring, providing me with the soldiers I need to first defeat #1 then conquer this measly planet on my terms. The births will kill you girl but you’ll be proud mother to a dynasty that’ll rule this universe for millennia.
Supergirl’s mind was racing, her breathing quickening, as she desperately attempted to free herself. Her sweating was becoming more intense appearing throughout her body with some pouring down her face. A sudden snapping noise diverted Supergirl’s attention to Emi’s lower body. Supergirl’s eyes caught her captor’s panties falling to the ground, where they joined the rest of her attire. The Maid of Might then took notice of Emi’s exposed snatch, which was completely bare containing no pubic hairs what so ever. The heroine suddenly held her breath as she saw a coil emerging from between Midori’s legs seemingly originating from the girls ass. It was gray just like the rest and had a nipple tip like the coils from the villains’ breasts.
Emi suddenly moved forward, placing her hands on Supergirl’s outer thighs. She then slid them behind the Girl of Steel and up the girl’s skirt. “Where do you think this next coil is going Supergirl?” teased Emi as her hands felt up the heroine’s shapely, tight ass.
“Rao NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! You can’t do this Emi…not to me…not to me!”
“Yes to you Supergirl.”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” screamed Supergirl as her body was ravaged by Emi’s energy attack. The Maid of Might had attempted to launch a psi blast and just as Midori had promised the consequence was far more severe this time around. Pain consumed her entire body for the full twenty seconds of the violent treatment but her breasts and ass hurt most.
When it ended Supergirl’s screams ceased as her entire body hung loose. She would have fallen to the ground if not for the restraints on her limbs. Her face hanged down, chin rolling on her collarbones, as tears strolled down her cheeks from her closed eyes. “Oh Rao…please help me…please,” she mumbled between her panting for air.
“I warned you about trying to use your psi blasts,” lectured Emi who immediately resumed her rubbing of the blonde’s ass once she finished her attack. She enjoyed the girl’s firm ass for another minute before removing her hands from the heroine’s butt cheeks. Her right hand then lifted up the maid of Might’s cape and skirt, while her left took hold of the piece of costume that barely covered the heroine’s increasingly sweaty ass.
Supergirl knew what was to come, doing her best to prevent it by tightening her butt cheeks together but it was to no avail. “NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…OH RAO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” screamed Supergirl as she felt the tip of the coil between her butt crack, forcing its way into her anus. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” hollered the Girl of Steel as she was swiftly but violently penetrated. Even after the coil achieved its desired depth Supergirl continued to let out gasps of pain and tears. She had never experienced this kind of penetration and she hated the feeling. The coil had buried deep; excruciatingly splitting her ass apart larger than it had ever gone before.
Emi then once again permitted the thin strip of costume between the heroine’s legs to once again cover up the girl’s ass. She then released the blonde’s cape and skirt from her right hand, allowing them to fall back down before she took a step back.
Sweat now caused clumps of the blonde’s hair to stick to her pain engulfed face as it shook from side to side. Her costume around the collar, under her armpits, between and under her breasts, as well on the thin strip between her legs that covered her pussy and ass were covered with sweat stains.
“Stop this Emi! In the name of Rao please stop this!” pleaded Supergirl looking into her foe’s void like black eyes.
But Emi paid no mind to the super heroine, giving her a broad smile before moving her hands to her own breasts. Passionately Emi played with her breast all the while maintaining focus on Supergirl pain stricken, worried face. “Here it comes Supergirl…OOOOHHHHH YEEEESSSSS! Here it comes!”
A green substance flowed out of Midori’s vagina, some dripping to the floor the rest making its way down her thighs. Then the girl’s outer lips began widely parting as yet another coil emerged. This coil wasn’t gray like the rest instead it was completely transparent but covered in the green substance. As the coil made its way out of Midori’s vagina, the nipple tips of her coils around Supergirl’s breast and one up the girl’s ass started spewing the same green substance that flowed from her cunt. The coils that held the Girl of Steels wrists and ankles also leaked this sexual substance but to a lesser extent.
“UUUNNNGGGHHH…UUUNNNGGGHHH…OOOOHHHHH RAO, NNNOOOOOOOOO!” exclaimed Supergirl as she felt the green substance on her tits, squirting up her ass and running down her arms, joining her own sweat in staining up her costume.
The coil stopped growing at a length of four feet just like the other three had done. Emi swayed it about between her and Supergirl, terrifying the Maid of Might who was crying. The coil then stopped snaking about and moved close to the blonde’s face. “Open wide Supergirl!” shouted Midori as the transparent tube suddenly filled with the green liquid. The substance moved up slowly at first but after a few seconds it rushed up, squirting out and covering the Maid of Might’s face and hair. “That should stop your whimpering!”
Supergirl was spitting out the green substance that had entered her mouth when she felt Midori raise up her mini skirt with her left hand. Emi’s right hand then took hold of the thin strip of costume that covered the heroine’s cunt, holding it slightly forward and to the side. “Don’t’ do this Emi…please don’t do this…you can’t stick that thing in me…you just can’t!” begged Supergirl as she horrifyingly watched the tip of the coil move away from her face and towards her exposed snatch.
The Girl of Steel grunted out in disgust as Emi rubbed the nipple tip of the coil along her vaginal lips, leaving some of the green liquid behind. She thought about attempting another psi blast but she still hadn’t fully recovered from the last energy assault and had no desire to go through another one. The best defense Supergirl could manage was to squirm about, rotate her hips and beg for her opponent to stop.
These token efforts of resistance proved futile, for with one quick thrust the coil forced the heroine’s outer lips open, burying its way deep inside. The penetration proved painful for Supergirl who cried out in pain from the violation, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
The coil stretched Supergirl’s vaginal walls further apart than they had ever been, while also over penetrating the tormented girl. The pain inside Supergirl’s vagina fluctuated as the coil rhythmically expanded then shrunk inside of her. This became true for the coils around her breasts and the one up her ass. When the coils expanded they filled with the green secretion, which was ejected as they compressed. This pumping action caused the Maid of Might great anguish as her breasts were painfully squeezed. But it was the coils in her rectum and vagina that tormented her the most. The heroic young heroine wailed out in pain as her limbs furiously struggled with the restraining coils.
The liquid that was squirted on her breasts, which was soaking the entire front of her costume and body as the stain grew was uncomfortable but caused her no pain. The same could not be said for the liquid being pumped up her ass and into her digestive system. Here the liquid caused her much grief but even this pain was nothing compared to the hurt being caused by the substance in her uterus. Vastly greater amounts of Emi’s sexual secretion were being pumped into this reproductive organ, which was undergoing excruciatingly painful transformations.
Emi had returned her hands to her breasts once her vaginal coil had infiltrated Supergirl’s cunt. Sensations of intense pleasure filled every inch of her being. Never had she felt more at peace. Her dreams were on the verge of becoming reality. “Those horrific screams of yours Supergirl, I imagine are mostly due to the intense pain your feeling in your uterus, am I right?” Emi wasn’t surprised by the blonde’s decision to continuing hollering about in pain, rather than answering the question. “You see Supergirl, right now that womb of yours is a hostile environment for my eggs. My juices are rectifying this little problem by chemically altering the area to provide a much friendlier environment. But if you think this part of the process is painful, just wait until you give birth girl. For your own sake you had better hope this experience toughens you up for the real show.”
Supergirl was slowly becoming able to deal with the intense hurt ravaging her body but she stilled moaned out in pain and continued to produce tears from her eyes. Her face and parts of her hair were covered by Emi’s green substance, which mixed with her sweat and tears. Several clumps of her sweaty, messed up hair were also sticking to her face. The fluid being pumped into her digestive system via her ass was occasionally being coughed up from her mouth, running down her chin. The green fluid also poured out from her ass, covering her butt cheeks and running down the back of her legs. Her breasts were completely drenched in the green juice as was the majority of her frontal body. Most of her costume was now soaked from the secreted liquid.
Supergirl could see the vast amounts of Emi’s green juices that were flowing into her womb through the transparent coil connecting both of their vaginas. She couldn’t believe how much of this liquid was being pumped into her. It was getting harder for the liquid to enter her uterus, with some of it being forced back out of her vagina. Her entire pussy was dripping with green substance as well as her own sexual secretions that slowly made their way down her inner thighs.
Suddenly the Maid of Might’s belt felt tight as her expanding uterus caused her tummy to slightly bulge out. “Looks like your endanger of losing your gorgeous figure Supergirl. Once I get my eggs in you you’ll have to kiss that costume goodbye forever. You’ll be one fat bitch by the time I’m through. It’s a pity to have to ruin such a phenomenal body but you can take comfort in the fact that it’s for a greater cause.”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” belted Supergirl as a fresh wave of pain emanated from her womb but quickly subsided.
“There that’s it, now your finally ready Supergirl. That womb of yours will provide a perfect environment for my offspring to grow.” Emi then clenched her teeth and tightened her hands into fists as her vaginal lips spread even wider, dumping a black oval object into the coil leading out of her pussy. “There it is Supergirl, our first child. Aren’t you excited about becoming a mother? Personally I find young mothers to be attractive, but then again the way this thing is going to blow you up I don’t think there’ll be a creature alive that will desire you.”
Slowly the green juices emanating from Emi pushed the egg towards Supergirl and its new home. “OH RAO NO! Emi please stop this, I…I’m too young to have a child…I’m not ready!”
“Nonsense, you’re body has been ready for years and the conditions couldn’t be any better that’s just the nerves talking girl.”
“Please Emi I don’t’ want to lose my figure…I don’t want to die! I’m too young…you can’t do this to me, I’m Supergirl!” Panic completely consumed the Girl of Steel as she felt the egg begin to touch her open pussy.
“Now it’s going to hurt Supergirl considering its size and all but I’ll make it fit and eventually it’ll get through that vagina of yours.”
The heroine’s struggles against Emi’s restraining tentacles continued to prove futile. Supergirl just couldn’t believe what was about to happen to her…Supergirl one of the most powerful beings in the universe. She knew her only chance lay in landing a psi blast, which she attempted just as the egg began to split her pussy even wider apart than it horrifyingly already was. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” shouted Supergirl as Emi’s energy assault once again tore into her body. Her vagina, ass and tits felt like they were burning up, like they were endanger of melting. The pain was most heavily concentrated in these regions because of the presence of the coils but the attack inflicted torment on her entire body.
“You stupid cunt how many times do I have to warn you before you learn? Thankfully our daughter won’t be containing any of your genes,” scolded Midori at a barely conscious Supergirl.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” cried out the Maid of Might as she felt the egg slip half way into her vagina.
“Stop your complaining Supergirl, you could have damaged the egg in that foolish attempt of yours and if that happens I’ll…”
A bullet suddenly burst through Emi’s head exiting between the eyes before striking Supergirl between her breasts and ricocheting off. Blood from Emi’s head splattered all over Supergirl’s S logo. For a Second Emi remained on her feet then she collapsed down on her back, a lifeless corps.
Midori’s coils yanked Supergirl down to the ground, causing the heroine to land on top of her. The Girl of Steel immediately raised herself onto her knees with Emi’s dead corpse lying between her spread out thighs.
The shooter was a young Japanese girl of 21 year of age, wearing a form fitting, light blue business suit. The girl was across the room by the entrance of the office. She proceeded to run towards Supergirl after dropping the gun on the floor.
Supergirl immediately turned her attention away from the approaching girl, turning to more pressing matters by taking hold of the coil wedged up her vagina. “AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” she bellowed as the she freed her pussy of the torturous coil, taking with it the egg that had nearly entered inside of her. A gush of green liquid flowed out of the blonde’s vagina once the coil was removed. This relief had the added effect of returning Supergirl’s tummy to its normal tight, flat state, allowing her belt to fit properly once more.
“Supergirl, Supergirl are you alright?” asked the girl who had shot Emi.
The best Supergirl could manage was a nod of the head in answer to the question. She attended to her aching pussy with her right hand, while her left reached behind her, pulling out the coil that was up her ass. Just like with her cunt a gush of fluid poured out from her ass. Once the fluid stopped flowing out Supergirl made sure that the strip of costume between her legs covered up her nether regions.
The Japanese girl stood by Supergirl watching as the heroine next yanked off the coils that restrained her wrists. From her standing position she could see Supergirl’s juice covered tits as the heroine yanked the collar of her costume forward with her right hand so that her left could free her breasts of their surrounding coils. The Japanese girl helped Supergirl with the last set of coils wrapped around her ankles before helping the Maid of Might to her feet.
The now Standing Supergirl immediately hugged the 5’6 Japanese girl saying, “Thank you so much.” She wanted to express so much more but she began sobbing in the girl’s arms unable to speak.
“It’s okay Supergirl, it’s over now,” comforted the Japanese girl who couldn’t believe she held the great Supergirl in her arms. Having the heroine’s tight body against hers made her forget about the fact that Supergirl was getting the green substance all over her.
“Who are you?” finally managed to ask the Girl of Steel through her cries.
“My name is Hitomi, I’m…I mean I was Emi’s personal assistant.”
Before Supergirl could question Hitomi any further she ended their embrace by taking a step back. “AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” bellowed Supergirl as she pressed her hands against her lower abdomen and leaned forward. She violently began coughing and after a few seconds was spewing out the green substance from her mouth.
“Supergirl what’s wrong? What’s happening?”
The heroine couldn’t reply; the pain in her womb had flared up again, causing her to drop to her knees. The green fluid started gushing out of her pussy and ass, emerging from the sides of the thin strip of costume and running down her thighs. The pain in her uterus was as strong as ever, collapsing her from her knees to the floor, where she lay on her side, body balled up with her arms wrapped around her lower abs.
Emi had injected vast quantities of the green substance into Supergirl’s uterus in order to provide a safe environment for her eggs. Supergirl’s body was now reversing the process but eliminating the foreign substance from her body and rectifying the changes it made proved painful as the blonde was discovering.
Hitomi tried consoling the pain stricken Maid of Might but there was little she could do. The heroine’s screaming and crying were horrendously hurt filled and loud, disrupting her ability to think. She decided it best to let Supergirl work this out on her own while she went and received further instructions. As she turned away from Supergirl and headed for the exit she came across Emi’s body, which continued to leak the green liquid from all her coils, creating large pools of the substance around her corps. Supergirl was doing the same but to a lesser extent as she expelled the substance from her mouth and nether regions. Hitomi slammed her heel down on Emi’s egg that was still in her vaginal coil before continuing on to her personal office.
“Were you successful in stopping Emi #5?
“Yes #1, I did exactly as you instructed, but Supergirl is having difficulties recovering from her exposure to #2’s secretions.
“You’re positive that Emi didn’t manage to impregnate her?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Then she should be able to recover. It’s a good thing I sent you to keep an eye on Emi; my suspicions about her being the cause of the recent decent seem to have proven correct. You’ve done the Imperium a great service today Hitomi, with Emi dead all other dissenters should be easy to purge. We must ensure that the Imperium remains hidden, working from the shadows. Best to let these humans think they run the planet and not us, we must never forget anonymity is our greatest asset. Fools like Emi would make us targets with their desire to directly conquer this world by announcing our presence.
“What would you have me do with Supergirl Great One?”
“Allow her to access Emi’s computer, I’ll have something special waiting for her.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Oh… and Hitomi, you’re now in charge of the Imperium’s Asian affairs, do me proud girl.”
“I will Ma’am, thank you Ma’am,” proudly assured Hitomi before #1 ended their conference via a secure satellite connection.
After an hour Supergirl’s body finally managed to cleanse itself of the foreign substance inside of her. As she rolled onto her back, Supergirl noticed that Hitomi was by her side, seemingly relieved that she was all right. The girl of Steel wiped the away the green substance from her mouth using her sleeves before sitting up. Her entire body ached and was riddled with sweat thanks to the hour-long ordeal it had fought to expel Emi’s sexual juices.
As the Maid of Might caught her breath, Hitomi knelt down by her side, placing one hand on the heroines left shoulder and the other on her back, trying to help her recover. Supergirl scooped away the green substance covering her thighs with her hands. She couldn’t look Hitomi in the face feeling too humiliated as she slipped her hand under the thin strip of costume covering her pussy, clearing away the large amounts of green fluid that had built up.
The young heroine’s sweat filled, mop like hair had clumps sticking to her face and neck. It was also slightly stained green due to the green fluid it had soaked up. Her costume was moist from her excessive sweating and like her hair contained green stains. The only part of her costume that was dripping wet was the portion covering her nether regions. Her S logo had dots of Emi’s blood splattered all over it as well as being sweat and green stained. Supergirl’s face contained the lease amount of green fluid thanks to her sweating, which washed it down into the collar of her costume.
With Emi’s help Supergirl was back on her feet. The two girls were facing each other but Supergirl’s head was down as she struggled to fight back the tears of humiliation she knew would flow if she looked Hitomi in the eyes.
“It’s okay Supergirl, I won’t tell anyone what happened here…I promise,” assured Hitomi taking the heroine in her arms. “For as long as I live I shall never breath a word.”
“Really…you would do that for me?” asked Supergirl finally managing to look Hitomi in the eyes.
“Yes, you have my word that what has transpired here shall remain our little secret.”
“Thank you so much, you don’t know how much this means to me. How can I repay you for all that you’ve done?”
“You friendship is more than enough.”
“You have it and honestly please let me know if there is something…anything I can do for you?”
Hitomi could think of hundreds of things Supergirl could do for her. She even knew that the girl’s gratitude was so great that she would do them without hesitation. But her fantasies would have to wait for another day even though it was hard to keep focused while she felt Supergirl’s sweaty tight body against her own. She wanted to take Supergirl then and there; she didn’t even mind the fact that the girl reeked of Emi’s love juices.
“Hitomi you said that you’re Emi’s personal assistant, right?” suddenly asked Supergirl ending the long embrace.
“Yes that’s right Supergirl.”
“Then what can you tell me about the Imperium?”
“I’ve never heard of it. What is it?”
“Are you sure you’ve never heard of it?”
“Yes, but I’ve only been on the job for a few weeks. Why should I know what it is?”
“No, in that case I guess you probably wouldn’t know what I’m talking about.” How could she thought Supergirl, after all the girl did save me from Emi.
“Maybe you can find what you’re looking for on Emi’s computer?” innocently offered Hitomi.
“No, I’ve tried that before and got very little. I can’t seem to break any of the main encryption keys.”
“But Emi’s already entered all the codes Supergirl, you must have caught her while she was working on her computer.”
Supergirl quickly walked over to where the computer was and gently pushed Hitomi aside. “I can’t believe it, we’ve got complete access to the Imperium’s files.”
But before Supergirl could learn anything the screen went black as the keyboard stopped responding to commands. Supergirl couldn’t’ believe what had happened but suddenly a message appeared on the screen.
“HELLO SUPER BITCH
I’VE HEARD YOU’RE LOOKIN FOR ME
IF YOU THINK YOU’VE GOT WHAT IT TAKES
MEET ME AT THE TOP FLOOR OF THE IMPERIAL PLAZA
YOU KNOW THE CITY
#1”
Supergirl couldn’t believe it #1 was in New York, in her city. She had traveled to Brazil, Germany and now Japan only to discover that the person she’d been chasing had been under her nose all along. Imperial Plaza was amongst the tallest building in the city’s famed skyline, she flew by it every day.
“What does the message mean Supergirl?”
“It means that I’ve finally got a shot at shutting down the Imperium once and for all.” Supergirl clenched her fists at her sides as she spoke these words.
“That’s great Supergirl, I know you can do it!”
“Hitomi, you best get out of here at least until my business in New York is complete. I’ll be back soon and then we’ll deal with Emi and any other Imperium affiliates that might be in Japan.” Supergirl then gave Hitomi a goodbye hug and warm smile before leaping up into the air, heading for home.
The Girl of Steel’s departure gave Hitomi a wondrous view up her skirt as she flew up into the air. Hitomi could see the slender parting of the heroine’s vaginal lips through the thin, narrow strip of costume that concealed the girl’s snatch. Hitomi took particular notice of the wetness of the girl’s costume between her legs and of the left over traces of Emi’s green substance. “You fuckin’ slut!” said Hitomi as the heroine disappeared from her view.
End of Part III
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