Supergirl in RaceQueens

Part one : Undercover

Supergirl arrived at police headquarters as requested by the chief. Walking through the halls she waved at some of her friends.

"Hi Tam, what you working on ?"

"Chief's got me doing some investigation on two stolen buses." The officer rolled her eyes. "They all can't be glamorous." She laughed walking away.

Supergirl knocked on a door and as a booming voice echoed out.

"Come in"

Inside Supergirl saw her long time friend Chief Smiths seated at his desk chewing his usual bud of a cigar. On the other was a Japanese gentleman in a sharp cut Armani suit.

"Ahh, Supergirl." Both men raised to great her. "I'm glade you came, please sit down. This is Mr. Takomi, his auto show, one of the worlds largest, is in town this week and he has had some serious questions about security.'

"Yes Supergirl." Takomi greeted her. "You must understand there will be millions of dollars of the worlds most advance automobiles ....and we have reason to believe that one or more of them may be the subject of a robbery. Many of our sponsors are extremely worried; they are threatening to pull their displays if we can't reassure them. We would like you to help us.....if possible."

"Hmmmmm, " Supergirl thought for a moment. "what makes you suspicious?"

"Someone broke into the city's library and stole the plans for the convention center and we've arrested three known members of the Triad trying to work as security guards at the show." The Chief added.

"I see. Then what can I do to help ?" Supergirl asked.

"We would like you to go in undercover, Supergirl." Mr. Takomi said. "Every dealer has several ...er...models to showcase there cars, we would like you to be one of them. You would be able to move freely. You'll be unknown to anyone there, no one on the floor will know it's you, we can't risk the leak....you'll be on your own. But you must be careful, we're not sure who we can trust. We are still running checks on al of our employees, technicians and models"

"It seems a bit risky...ok, I'll do it." Supergirl smiled confidently.

"Excellent, you will be a model for my autoworks, Takomi Motors. Here are some photos of some of our past models."

Supergirl's eyes grew wide, looking over the pictures of the beautiful girls with long legs in the small outfits.

"Am I suppose to wear that ?" She asked a bit timid.

"Why yes...all models are dressed this way. " Mr. Takomi smiled. "We have a special on for you that is similar to your costume, made so you can transform into Supergirl at the first sign of trouble."

"Well that sounds ok..."

'Maybe this will be exciting and fun.' She thought.

"Thank you Supergirl, " The Chief rose to shake her hand

"Sure, " she turned to leave. "this is looking like a strange week."

"It's already a strange week." The Chief chuckled.

"What do you mean ?"

"There has been a lot of strange things going on lately...and believe it or not yesterday someone broke into a store in the red light district and made off with a ton of weird bondage stuff. What is someone going to do with that?" He laughed.

"Oh my." Supergirl laughed as she left the office.

The opening of the show was preceded by a great fan fare, news trucks and reporters clamored near the podium in front of the large arena as Mr. Takomi made his speech with several high ranking citizens cutting the opening ribbon. Cannons fired colored streams into the air as a pair of jets flew overhead. The crowd rushed inside marveling at the setup.

They swirled through the Takomi autoshow amazed at some of the exotic automobiles from the worlds greatest builders. Futuristic cars and displays with buzzing lasers and rock music made the floor look like something from a science fiction movie. Everywhere enticing young models in satin tight dresses and short mini-skirts with the automakers logos stitched across them lay glamorously on the innovative machines. Girls in bikinis and high cut swimsuits posed seductively as cameras flash all around them, capturing their beautiful bodies while they sit and pose atop the sleek vehicles. Two cameramen crotched in the front of the Hondara Motors area filming the two scantly clad "H" girls enthusiastically. The pictures from there camera feeds to the large four way monitor that hangs above the floor as onlookers across the show gawk at the leggy models from Hondara Motors demonstrating the features and soft leather interior of the new Dalonz. The models smile and ravished the exposure as the cameras flashed around them until, they smile, striking poses until suddenly they were distracted.

"Takomi Motors is proud to present the future in sports cars...the SR1." Echoed on the loud speaker. Strobe lights and music erupted from the stage across from them. A curtain fell to display the small red stylish convertible slowly turning on a revolving platform as spectators clicked cameras eagerly, many of them stunned by the sexy young girl perched aside the automobile. There was Supergirl in disguise, in front of all. Clad in a skimpy tight fitted white top with the Takomi emblem blazed across her chest just where her "S" stood and a short blue skirt so tiny that it barely covered her. Her long shapely legs gleamed in shiny silk stockings. She turned and giving the crowd a glimpse of her cheeks beneath the micro-skirt.

The crowd shifted toward her and away from the Hondara Girls, to their displeasure. They looked at Supergirl with folded arms and sour looks on their faces. Watching as she seemed to grab the spot light from them.

"Who is that ?" One asked as they watched her. Her image quickly replaced theirs on the large screen. One of them sneered, she didn't like this new cutesy bitch.

Supergirl peered out into the crowd as she posed in front of the car for photos. A sly little man in the front kneeled low to get a picture of her but she noticed him and pulled her skirt down spoiling his picture.

"Ohh !!" The pouting man turned away as she laughed.

'I've got to be careful.' She thought. 'This is fun but I've got to watch out for the crooks and the perverts.' She smiled waving to the crowd.

Among the crowd was a tall gentleman dressed impressively with two large men with him. He wore dark shades and carried what looked like an expensive cane. Slowly he approached Supergirl.

"A very impressive automobile..." he smiled. "...and an even more attractive model."

"Why thank you, sir." Supergirl smiled back at him. She looked at him suspiciously.

"Tell me is this a package deal ? I mean if I bought this car.......would you be included ?"

"No Sir, I'm afraid not." She laughed.

"Then what would it cost me to have just you ?" The man smiled slyly as he looked her up and down. Impressed with this new girl.

Supergirl began to feel uncomfortable as he circled her, eyeing her body. He looked like a hungry animal.

"Sir, I'm not for sale." She began pulling her short skirt down farther.

"Of course you are." He leered at her sexy body in the outfit. "Do you know who I am ?"

Before she could answer one of his bodyguards spoke up.

"This is Mr. Winter Bennington the second.....of Bennington Enterprises." He said as if she should immediately recognize it.

"And I am accustomed to getting what I want." He pulled out a roll of bills. "How much will it cost me to have you escort me upstairs to my suite"

"Like I said sir...I am not for sale." She turned away from them but one of men grabbed her wrist.

"Hey let go !"

"All of you little sluts are for sale. You're so proud to display yourselves in these skimpy costumes," His cane lifted her skirt as the crowd behind him watched in delight, cameras flashed as her skirt was lifted.

"What are you ? Some kind of a cock tease."

"Sir Please." Supergirl pulled away swatting her skirt down.

'I've got to remain calm' she thought 'can't let him bring attention to me.'

He looked at her wickedly.

"I think I'll have a word with your boss."

"Huh ??" She looked back at him.

"I travel to a lot of these shows....and I am a large contributor to them..." He tapped her with the butt of his cane the way a parent does a child. "....and I don't think you're being very hospitable. Perhaps I should have a talk with your boss." He smirked.

"What. "

"Make a complaint against you....Id like to see him come out here and discipline you. Maybe even have you fired !"

"No..." She thought quickly, someone could become suspicious if this escalated.

"I...I need this job...please don't have me fired.." She sobbed. The words left a bitter taste in her mouth but she played up to this vile man. She was at his mercy, she couldn't blow her cover.

"What...what do you want from me ?" She hung her head in shame that he had played his trump card over her. She felt like an object that he owned.

"hmmm..." He smiled delighted at his sexy new plaything. "..well first let's have a look at you."

Supergirl looked up then took a deep breath and walked glamorously away from him, spun and walked back so he could inspect her. The people in the crowd pointed and laughed that she was finally under their control. They wanted to see what the man had planned for her, eagerly watching as he put her through her paces....

"Remove the top. " Supergirl hesitated a moment. A chill shot through her body, she watched as they waited for her, she slowly unzipped the jacket. The shame fell over her as the men leered deeply at her. She pulled the top off and let it drop to the floor revealing her ample cleavage in a much smaller and tighter sports bra.

The man seemed to drool, he loved the way her tits were encased in the smooth silken fabric, perfectly plump and supple, he couldn't wait to take her to his room later, blackmail her into his bed and ravish her. He could already hear her screams of passion.

The crowd watched eagerly, loving the show and even better was her resentment, she looked so pissed off, yet she followed his instructions like a slave to a master, silly girl standing their as she was ordered to undress, haha............and having her display herself against her will was too delicious.

Supergirl was so angry now, she want to jump this jerk and rip him apart as he circled her, looking her over, so close she could feel his breath on her back. She felt his cane sliding along her leg and calf.

"My, very nice. How is it I've never seen you before ? What's your name ?"

She thought quickly. "Athena...this is my first show...I've been in school."

"So a fresh schoolgirl, hmm? You will learn that I could help your career in so many ways. "

Oh God how she hated this !

"Well schoolgirl turn and lets have a look at that striking ass of yours."

"Wha...."

"Now ! "

She started to protest, looking at the eager looking men in the crowd, but instead she bit her lip and turned away from them, taking her skirt in her hands.

'I don't believe I'm doing this. But what choice do I have.' She took a breath then slowly pulled the back of her skirt up to give him a view of her lush bottom.

"Oooohhhh..hahahaaha" She heard the men in the crowd and saw the camera flashes behind her. She looked up at the large screen monitors. There in a close up view was her, holding her skirt up, showing her panty clad ass for everyone to see. People on the floor began looking in all directions trying to find out where this was going on.

'I could kill them all !' She closed her eyes tight, grimacing with rage.

The man walked over closer to inspect her.

"Gasp!" She glanced back as she could feel him with his hands on her. Smoothing her panties tighter to the curve of her bottom, sliding along her stockings.

'MMmmmm...Bastard ! It's obvious he only goes to these shows to sleep with the models, and now he has his sites on me. What a scum!' She thought enduring the humiliation......fighting his touch.

<SMACK !!!> The sound of her ass being spanked echoed out. She was enraged but dared not move, humbled before them.

"Please don't...." She sobbed begging him.

"Whoa....yess !!" The perverts in the crowd cheered. No one intervened, they watched as he continued to play with her.

"My young dear..." he smiled admiring her tightness, his hands still stroking her silky-smooth ass. "you are very...um..nice...and" He looked curiously.

"what type of fetish panties are these ?" Supergirl gulped, pulling her skirt down and turning back to him. She had forgotten her costume was underneath !

"I...I ..think I need a break.....sorry Sir." She tried to walk off but he blocked her way.

"Now did I tell you, you could leave ?" Supergirl's fingernails dug into her fist as her head dropped.

"No." She hated being dominated this way.

"I thought we were just beginning to get to know each other." He lifted her chin with his finger smiling cruelly at her. She could tell what he was thinking.

She couldn't take anymore.

"Mr. Bennington, " She threw a mean look at him. "I think you've seen enough. If you think I'm going up to your room and have sex with you, ...you're wrong. Go find another girl, now if you would excuse me.." She shoved him aside.

"How dare you !" His bodyguards jumped in front of her, blocking the way. "It seems you need a lesson in obedience, slut. Why don't you come over here right now and suck my cock." The man was looking a bit more crazed now, he didn't like her refusing him. He seemed angered that she wasn't impressed with his credentials and now wanted to make her pay. How dare this bitch defy him, his blood race. The crowd looked on watching, waiting to see what happens next.

"No, I'm leaving now....I ...hey !!!" Supergirl was pushed back, pinned behind the display, her arms were stretched out on either side of her, held to the wall by his two bodyguards. They glared at her as they held her for him.

"Leave me alone...don't." she struggled unwilling to expose her true identity.

"Quiet bitch, how would you like me to talk to your manager and have you fired ? I'll tell him how you were rude to me, offended me in an inexcusable manner."

"No, please..I...Im sorry..." she begged. Supergirl now regretted her words, she should have controlled herself better. She dared not use her super-strenth she had to act helpless. She watched as the crowd drew in closer to see what was going on.

"Just as I thought," he smirked, "Just some wannabe slut who thought she was hot shit because she was on display. "

"No..."

He closed in on her close, his hand over her neck threateningly so that she was looking him eye to eye.

"Athena, you think you're something because everyone's admiring that little sexy body of yours in that skimpy costume, the way you use your body. Teasing. All you race girls, using your body to get men to buy these things. Well surprise slut, today we are going to have that fine ass of yours....no more teasing, bitch. "

"When I'm done with you we'll pass that sweet ass of yours around for everyone to have a piece."

"No...please don't make me into your whore....ohhh !!!" She bit her lip as his hands cupped her firm satin covered breast. Inside she tried to control herself, holding herself back. She pretended to struggle, suffering the humiliation, allowing him to massage her legendary breast. She struggled with herself, trying to remain calm...trying to fight her own desires welling inside her.

"please don't hurt me." She said acting. Behind the crowd she could see the two Hondara girls giggling to one another as they stared at her being attacked. She could tell they also wanted to see her in trouble.

"He stroked her bare belly, his hand sliding around her perky breast. Pressing the shiny fabric, stroking the Takomi emblem on her chest. He was in love with the feel of her.

"Mmmmmmmm...." She caught herself, her body twisting at his touch.

'Have to stay calm.' She thought. 'Can't let them find out who I am.' She squirmed, feeling her body coming alive at the feel of being fondled and helpless. Her pulse raced, her breath was hot with desire......and to her horror she could see her nipples pressing through the thin fabric of the top.

Both his hands slid down on her hips, He smiled noticing her hard nipples, he pulled her into him. "So you like it rough then ?"

"Ohhh...please no ....let me go....I did everything you asked of me..mmmmm" she felt his hot mouth on her neck. His hot breath tingling her, she turned away in defiance as he kissed her soft skin, her body shuttered. His body pressed on her, flashes from cameras capturing the events and cheers from the crowd.

"See, you like this don't you." His hands slid behind her palming her lush bottom. He had a handful of her, squeezing her. Supergirl felt herself shutter forward into him. Her mouth found his, as he kissed the helpless race queen hard.

"Ummmuurrrrkkkkkk..." He slapped her ass, causing her to push deeper into him as his tongue swam in her mouth.

His body was so close to her now, she didn't know what to do, her body was betraying her, she was so hot...so wanting.

"No...please....please...mmmmffffffff' Supergirl's eyes widened as he pushed a credit card between her lips gagging her.

"Consider yourself purchased, hahaha." The man's gold card was clenched in Supergirl's teeth as he and his men laughed at how ridiculous she looked.

'No can't let him rape me....what nerve....mmmnngooohhh...what am I going to do ???' She thought.

She could feel herself stewing in her juices. Her body alive, tingling with sensations as he touched her. She tried to pull away from the men who had her pinned.

'Ohh..feeling so hot.....mmy..my superpowers are fading......No...he's weakening me....how did I let this happen??'

She squirmed as the man's hands slid down her silky stocking thighs, and under her skirt. He had her in his clutches, this proud bitch was nothing but jelly now.

"MMMMFFFFF !!!!!" She tried to break away.....it was too late...she had waited too long...she was really helpless !!!!!

He pulled the girl's skirt up revealing her satin red panties and protruding plump mound to the others.

"Now lets see those panties again." He inspected her curiously, amused at her. His hand ran along the fabric.

"MMMfffffff !!!!"

'My Supergirl costume...my panties underneath the skirt...NOOO ..if someone recognizes I could be ruined!!!'

The henchmen held her firm as her efforts redoubled to break free. She could feel his touch on her. Sliding down her mound, parting it just in the center. Stroking the fabric, inspecting her soft hill.

"These panties look like some type of different uniform." He pulled them tight away from her, creasing them inside her ass.

"OOOhhhhhh...." She felt herself slip some of her juices loose, clenching tight on the card between her teeth.

'Get away from me ! Leave me alone....'

Her breath was heavy, she was panting, expecting his touch inside her. She couldn't hold her climax back, it was like a dam building up inside her about to burst. She felt him pulling the super panties to the side, sliding his fingers underneath them.

'Oh God feels so good...mmmmnnn Nooo.. He's going to finger me....right here !!!! Oh God...Noooo...feel sooo helpless....'

He smiled, enjoying having control of her. He nibbled her ear and whispered to her. "When I'm done with you, I'll have you as my personal Bitch. You'll belong to me."

'mmfffggnnnoo'

"..doing whatever I ask...to whoever I say..."

"I'll send you as a gift for lunch with my business acquaintances and then let my secretary have a go at you while I watch, oh she would love you, haha."

"MMMFFFFffm..mno..not lesbianmmm..ooohhh" She murmured then watched helpless as the crowd smiled and leered. She wondered why no one would help her? Did they all want to see her this way ? A thought flashed through her head, ...her on her knees, stained in sticky white cum, made to suck dozens of cocks.

'...so hot....yes...yes...fuck me and get it over with, I'm yours........wait, what am I saying ?...oohhh'

"Not so proud now are you ?"

He touched her tenderly, sliding forward, enjoying his helpless prey. His fingers just outside her, groping her tender flesh. She squirmed, jerking at his touch, mmmfffing through the gag, buckling her hips at his touch. Her back arched as jolts of pleasure shot through her body. She was a mess, he had her. This was her most vulnerable moment ever. If only they knew, she was really Supergirl, ..Supergirl ! Held here, gagged with an expensive credit card like some whore, being fingered by some brash millionaire, at his mercy, squirming in pleasure in front of everyone. He could easily make her cum in front of all here. What would she do then ? How could she escape this humiliation ?

"What's Going on Here ??" From behind the man two extremely large guards in uniforms stood with a disapproving look on there faces.

"What ?? Oh, nothing .." He pulled his fingers back from her. "We were just having a bit of fun."

The guards looked at the disguised Supergirl, the henchmen quickly released her arms and withdrew the card from her mouth.

She fell back trying to gather herself, her body still alive and tingling on edge.

"I think its best you leave sir." The guards glared at them as the crowd behind began to disband.

The man looked at the guards for a moment. He thought about the publicity that would happen if he were arrested.

"Yes of course.." He looked back at the flustered Supergirl. "maybe another time...catch you again then."

As one of the guards escorted the three men out, the other turned to the embarrassed and red faced heroine. "Are you ok Miss ?"

"Yes, thank goodness you came when you did."

"Maybe you'd better take a break."

Supergirl thanked him again, trying to salvage her cover and walked back into the carshow heading towards the model's dressing room. She looked up, catching dirty looks from some of the other girls.

"Slut." She heard one say jokingly.

"...that'll teach her, hahaha"

"....Screwing in public, how disgraceful..."

"..maybe we should welcome her properly.." That sounded like one of the Hondera girls ?

"...I think she wet herself, hahah..."

Red with shame Supergirl disappeared into the dressing rooms, she glanced behind her and noticed several of the other girls following her.

End of Part 1

Chapter 2: Backstage Pass

Supergirl left the main floor of the carshow and entered into the dressing room. Inside were several models fixing their makeup and changing into various outfits. She made her way on of the empty vanity tables, taking a seat next to the others, taking out her lipstick and refreshing herself in front of the mirror. Several other models had just come in, they smiled and whispered to others as eyes turned toward the disguised Supergirl as gossip of the events on the floor were relayed.

Athena tried her best to ignore the group of young girls approaching her. She pretended to fix her hair as they walked up behind her.

'No, keep going.' she thought.

"I heard you had Benni kicked out."

She looked up at the reflection behind her of a tall leggy girl in a silver outfit.

"Yeah he was getting um....fresh."

"Fresh?" They laughed. "Girl if you would have been good to him, he would have been very good to you."

"That's right, " One of the Hondara girls injected, "he took me to Paris for a week last year, he doesn't mind spending cash on lovely girls. You missed out on a great opportunity."

Supergirl was getting a bit annoyed. "Well maybe I'm not as 'giving' as you."

Some of the girls giggled and moaned amusingly.

"What's that suppose to mean?" the bikini clad Hondara girl snapped back. "You think you're better than us?"

"No..." Supergirl turned to face her. She stood up looking the girl eye to eye. "...but I'm not going to bed just for some rich playboy's pleasure."

"Are you calling me a whore?" The girl's eyes narrowed, her breath was quickening. Her hands curled in fist at her side. "You're new here, you need to learn your place, slut."

Supergirl's blood was boiling. She didn't like this little girl at all. She looked her over. The smallish girl was not tall for a model at all, but she had a very nice body, firm and tone. Her breast were a bit large for her frame and it showed as the swimsuit she was wearing stretched mercifully across her huge tits expanding on the Hondara logo. Every word she spoke was with pure attitude, she was small but confident.

Before Supergirl could respond the girl lunged at her throwing her back into the vanity. The crowd of models erupted in cheers, eager to see the catfight.

"Ooowwwww!!!" The girl grabbed a fist full of Supergirl's hair pounding her head against the mirror.

Supergirl was weak, but she could feel some of her strength returning. She grabbed the girl's wrist, slowly pulling her hands away, planting her pumps into the girl's stomach and kicked her backwards crashing into a rack of clothing.

Supergirl pulled herself off the table, surprised at the ferocity of the attack. She had little time to prepare because the girl was up and charging at her again. Supergirl caught the attack from the side and was thrown to the ground.

The small girl jumped on top of her, pinning her down.

"MMmmmmmmffffffffff!!!!!!!!!!!!" She struggled to throw the girl off but was smothered by her tits. The girl engulfed Supergirl's face in her smooth satin pillows, forcing herself down on the heroine. The girl pinned her arms above her, hooking her legs around Supergirl's, spreading her wide and defenseless.

The crow of models cheered eagerly watching as the small girl was pinning Athena.

Supergirl struggled, her skirt up exposing her creamy thighs and bright red panties. She wrestled to break free. She could feel Sherry's tight little body pressed hard against hers, the girl was very strong and cunning.

"How's that taste, sweets?" the woman continued to facial Supergirl with her tits. Her hard nipples behind the costume pressing against her mouth, she was stunned at the turn of events. Gasping for breath, she had to throw the girl off before she lost consciousness.

"Get her Sherry!!!!" The others cheered watching as the girl had Supergirl down and seemingly pinned.

"Now new girl, you're going to do whatever I say...got that ?" the smug little girl smiled down at her but Supergirl wasn't done yet. She could feel herself forcing the girl back.

Supergirl thruster upwards, pushing Sherry backwards.

"AAAAAiiiiii...hhheeeeyyyy!!!!!!!!" The young brunette found herself flat on her back with Athena on top of her. Supergirl quickly pushed the girl face down, her large breast pressed firmly on the cold floor.

"No, I think you're going to be doing what I say." Supergirl pinned her arms behind her and caught her legs in a lock, she smiled as she thought of a plan.

"Noo!!!! What are you doing!!!" Sherry struggled to look behind but this new girl was soo strong!

Supergirl had the girl's hands pinned at her back, she straddled her bottom to keep her still then she worked quickly to remove the bikini top from the struggling girl. Her large breast bouncing out of the designer wear.

"Hey !!!! What the????????"

Athena twisted the satin black top and began binding the girl's wrist with her own top. The big titted race queen struggled aware of what Supergirl had planned for her and began cursing her. Her large breast dancing and bouncing as she was being tied up with her own bikini. The other models looked on stunned as Supergirl was rendering the tough girl helpless. She then pulled the girls panties down, revealing her round ass and smooth shaven clit. The girl kicked furiously but Supergirl gathered her feet and held them tightly together. She stretched the satin material and began wrapping the panties snugly around the wiggling girls ankles. Sherry was furious, she kicked screaming and cursing, but the bindings didn't allow much room to struggle. She rolled herself over, giving Supergirl a good look at her beautiful naked form, bound and wiggling. She looked up at Supergirl with hate in her eyes, this was the first time a newby had ever gotten the better of her.

"There that should hold you!" Supergirl smiled watching the beaten girl tied in her own outfit...but suddenly she was grabbed from behind by someone.

"Why you fucking twat!" It was the other Hondara girl. She grabbed Supergirl in a chokehold pulling her off the girl. You think that's funny?

Supergirl broke her hold throwing the girl off but was suddenly grabbed by two other girls.

"Hey.... let go....nnnggggg" She threw them back into a wardrobe but three others grabbed her. She was still strong enough to fight them but her powers were not at full strength.

"Get her!!!" One of the girls said as several of them straddle Supergirl's leg trying to get her down. All around the race queens grabbed at her, from every direction she was being attacked.

"NNNnnggg...get off of me...nnnngggg" Just then someone grabbed her side causing her to buckle in laughter.

"She's ticklish!! Tickle her !!!" Someone shouted.

"Aaaaaaiiiiiiiii.... hahahahaha... no...no...no!! Haha." Everywhere the girls began tickling her sides, she convulsed in laughter.

"Oh no, how did they discover my weakness." She buckled trying to push them away but more hands reached in tickling her in all spots, they were all over her. She squirmed, trying to get away but hands wrapped around her legs, grabbing her silky shapely legs. She was trapped, laughing uncontrollable as the merciless hands tickled her from every direction, soon they had her down.

"No, hahahahahah...stop"....she cried but the models fingers groped her unmercifully. She wiggled squirming on the floor, she felt them force her legs apart, reaching into the tender part of her thighs, there hands ran along her silky smooth stockings, tickling her inner legs.

"Ahhhh....hahahahahahaha....no..Please..Please....stop!!!!"

"We got her. She's done for."

No!! Noo....don't....hahahhahahahahhahaha A sudden rush of terror struck her as she felt some of them working on taking off her heels.

"No.hahahahhahahnnnoooooooooo!!!!" They had her straps undone and now stroked her bare stocking soles.

"AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! " It was unbearable, she was so weak now, she couldn't control herself, she was an uncontrollable mess at their feet.

"That's it! We got her!" Supergirl looked up at the sexy models in their costumes having their way with her. Her powers were gone, she didn't stand a chance.

"Not so tough now huh, slut." The small Hondara girl was free and jumped on top of her as the other girls pinned her arms to the floor.

"Unnnnggg...get off of me..nnnnnggggg" she felt the girl straddle her chest like one would on a playground.

"Well, what's this?"

Supergirl looked down at the Takomi logo on her heaving breast. The end was pealing up. She gasped.

"No.... leave that alone....don't...."

But the girl ripped the logo from her costume as all the models fell silent. Underneath the logo was the familiar 'S' from her Supergirl costume. The girl glared down at her then tore away her mini-skirt.

"No !!!!"

"GASP"

Underneath was the supermicro skirt of...Supergirl????!!!!

'No, my cover's been blown!' She thought still struggling to break free from the girls holding her spread eagle on the floor.

A flash burst of embarrasement struck her. Her identity was exposed and she was helplessly pinned at the high heeled feet of these...models.

"Ok.... ok....", she stopped struggling. "Yes...I'm Supergirl...I'm here to protect you."

Supergirls face turned bright red as the gang of girls broke into laughter. They laughed pointing at her.

"Hahahahahahahah....Supergirl??? Hahahahahahahahhhhhaaa.... yeah right!"

"Hahaha...she's crazy...hahahahah"

"Hahahahhahhaa...your going to protect us..hahahahaha" The girl laughed.

"No...you have to believe me."

"She really thinks she's Supergirl, she must be crazy...hold her girls". The race queens still pinned her arms and legs.

"Here this will keep her still." Some of the girls had gotten some soft curtain ropes that they began securing her wrist with

"This won't hold me long...nnnnggg..Nnnnngggg" She boasted, struggling to break free.

"Haha, what's the matter? Can't Supergirl break free?"

Her face glowed red, she couldn't get free!!! She was so weak, so embarrassed that she couldn't even break the thin ropes. She tugged but the girls pushed her down, they had her tied up.

"What are you doing?".... Supergirl's eyes grew wide as Sherry kneeled between her legs. There was a sinister look of revenge on her face.

"Lets see what's under the skirt....'Supergirl' ". She said sarcastically as the others laughed at the helpless heroine.

Slowly she lifted the struggling Athena's skirt, the silky material slid up her shimmering thighs, pulling it high up on her hips until her panties were exposed to all.

"No...don't..."

Sherry pulled at her panties, pulling the sides having a look at them.

"Hey this even looks like a costume" She said inspecting Supergirl's privates.

"Get away from me !!!" She thought grinding her teeth, she felt so violated, helpless to stop them. Her hands were all over her, she felt Sherry pulling her panties snuggly upwards, getting a better view of her....her...

"GASP!!!!!!!!"

The girl cupped her mound. Feeling her up her panties. She smiled broadly at the powerless girl of steel.

"Uh oh, I think Sherry's going to fuck her " She heard someone say as they giggled watching her taking hold of Supergirl's panties, tugging them down.

'Stop.... No..." she struggled, "you cant do this to me...nnnnggg I'm Supergirl...Ohhh."

"Look, she even has Superpanties." The girl laughed pointing at the 'S' emblem on the satin material. "Isn't this how you did me?"

Sherry slowly slid Supergirl's panties down, her plump creamy clit exposed to all, as the models held her ankles firm. Her panties were rolled down her thighs and off her feet then used to bind her. Sherry took great pleasure in wrapping the red undies around Athena's kicking stocking feet. She playfully gave her a tickle when she was done, looking deviously at the captured race queen.

"No.... "Supergirl struggled, she watched as they looked at her exposed body, taking her all in, delighted with her struggles, their eyes fixed on her smooth clit. "Please." She begged looking up at the approaching girl.

"Mmmmmm...so you like to pretend to be Supergirl huh".... Sherry straddled Supergirls hips, wrapping her legs around the bound heroine. She smiled looking at the sexy heroine's lush body.

"You know I've always had a thing for her too." Her hands ran along Supergirl's taught abdomen, tracing the 'S' on her costume. "I fantasies about being a supervillain...and Supergirl would fall into my trap."

"What kind of weirdo are you?" Supergirl said but her breath was beaded and hot.

Supergirl looked around at the staring race queens in their sleek outfits, they did look like a gang of supervillains.

"I would have the worlds mightiest woman...in my clutches." Sherry continued, her mouth closing in on hers, her heart jumping with adrenaline. "This is just to good to pass up."

"GASP!!!"

Supergirl was shocked as the tiny girl caressed her breast. Her hot mouth fell down on hers in a deep passionate kiss. She was like some wild animal, feeding on her captive prey, and Supergirl was helpless to stop her.

"Mmmnnnnooo" Supergirl looked shocked. This couldn't be happening!!!

"Mmmmmm...I've always thought Supergirl was so sexy..."

Supergirl felt the girl's plump mound grinding on hers, stroking in a simulated sex fashion, her skin was so soft, gentle to the touch. Her sex sliding smoothly along her own, so tender, so hot...she felt her wetness pricking through. Sherry's tight body pressed firmly on hers. Sensations ran through her, her stockings seemed to heighten the sensations, allowing the girl to glide smoothly up and down her. Patting her vagina with hers, she was trying so hard to control her own desires but she was so hot inside. Sherry gently bit her nipple through her costume.

"Ohhhhhhhh...yess..." Her body buckled under the attack. The girl was grinding on Supergirl, sexing her. Her fingers sliding down Supergirl's smooth body, stroking her pussy lips. Feeling her soft skin, darting inside, teasing her, torturing her captive.

"What a nice fat pussy you have, mmmmm....I want you to cum with me."

"No.... No. ...Please not in front of everyone.." The heroine begged, watching the smiling girls who pinned her arms and held her panty bound feet, they looked turned on as well, looking at her in a strange way. Her body had come alive with every touch. "That's right superbitch...you are going to cum!" Sherry was making it irresistible.

****RRRIIIPPPPP*****"

AAAAHHhhhhhhhhh!!!!! My costume!"

The small girl ripped open Supergirls top releasing her perfectly round little breast in a one swoop. Her back arcing, pink nipples hard and erect. Sherry lay her huge tits against Supergirl's, nipple to nipple, her breast pushing Supergirl's smaller ones down. A camera flashed. Supergirl looked up at a girl in ponytail and glasses snapping pictures. She recognized her. She was a reporter from the SUN, probably doing a story on the queens....getting more than she bargained for.

'No, what if she recognizes me !!' She thought looking at the small queen about to devour her body.

"What beautiful titties you have, mmmmmmm, nice and firm, mmmmmm" the girl grabbed Supergirl's breast hard, digging her fingers deep into them " "Mmnnnngggggggg..."tears of frustration welled in Supergirl's eyes. The pain and humiliation was torture. The girl was using her body, having her way with her, raping her.... SUPERGIRL!! How could this be happening??

"How do you like it 'Supergirl' " she asked sarcastically, " isn't that the way villains treat their prisoners? I bet you even like it, slut."

"No.... No...please" She protested but her body was betraying her. Sherry's touch was driving her mad with desire. She looked up as another flash from the camera. The reporter was capturing it all!!

"Who's your master, slut!!!" Her fingers still squeezing Supergirls breast as her hips circled and slid along the sheer hose of the heroine, her hot body pinning the heroine down. Supergirl could feel her wet clit pressed firmly against hers. The models giggled watching Sherry dominate.

"Say it slut!!!" She became rougher, clawing into Supergirl. "Who's your master ?!!!" Her nails dug into her breast, she slid her clit and pressed it harder on the helpless Supergirl. Their body's intertwined, slick with sweat, her juices staining Supergirl's red skirt, hot with desire. Supergirl could barely breath from the heat in her own throat.

"Who's your Bitch goddess??...Say it slave!!!" She pressed harder.

"AAAAaiiiiii...you...you are........... Mistress.... please" Tears flowed from Supergirls eyes as the girl released her breast. She couldn't take the pain, the desire welling inside of her, feeling herself on the verge of climax, her own juices seeping from her clit, staining her stockings; it was impossible to conceal. Sherry was smiling in satisfaction. Supergirl winced as she was rewarded with the surrender. Sherry's mouth kissed her sore breast as her fingers danced down the queen's body, down along her split, parting her lips, finding the heroine wet inside, pink and slick with her own juices.

Sherry smiled, she had her, she was making Supergirl cum against her will, using her own juices against her, stroking her unbearably, smothering her clit with her hand, Sherry smeared Supergirl's own sticky love across her sex, sliding her fingers along her canal, smooth and warm, she was in control of Supergirl, controlling her from her pussy.

"OOOHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGAAAAAWWWWWDDDD" Supergirl shrieked as Sherry smiled delightfully as every touch of Supergirl's clit caused her to jerk madly with pleasure. She fingered her faster, Supergirl's body twitched with excitement,..She was at Sherry's mercy.

'Please...please .....let me cum...let me cum, mistress.' She thought, her eyes closed tight, it felt so good she wanted to cry.

"OOOOOOHHHHHH............OOOOOOHHHHHHHH...." Supergirl spasmed in short burst, the girls held her hands and feet tight as she squirmed on the verge of a massive climax....and Sherry new this. She stroked her faster, feeling her, then just as Supergirl surrendered her juices, Sherry parted the heroine's pussy lips.

"AAAAAHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" Supergirl exploded, her cum spraying from her clit, the great dam had fallen.

A moment later she lay back exhausted, weak as a kitten.

Sherry climbed atop the semi-conscious girl of steel, determined to mark her prize.

"Ooohhhhhhhhhhhh...OOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." The model shuttered, her face grimacing, sitting strait atop the passed out Supergirl, fingering herself while massaging Supergirl's defenseless tits. The others watched as Sherry took her victory fuck.

She looked down at her conquered foe, she felt so powerful, she caressed her own large breast, her hips stroking against Supergirl's, fucking the unaware girl , her body tensed, her head fell backwards, her breath heavy and hot, she was climaxing on top of Supergirl.

"OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"No...oh God...mmmmmmmffffffff" Athena came to just in time to see Sherry above her as something was stuffed in her vulnerable mouth. Supergirl looked down at the girl's juices flowing from her wet clit, darkening on her blue satin costume once again. Dark spots of slick juices appeared on her, her eyes wet with tears. She looked up, the other Hondara girl had shoved a large black plastic cock in her mouth, and was smiling broadly.

"That's it slut show us how you suck cock." A flash from the camera caught Supergirl with the sex toy in her mouth. The girls crotched around her, shoving it in and out, her lips wrapped around the large plastic cock. The others closed in on her. She could feel them pawing at her defenseless body.

"Mmmmmmffffffff" The cock stifled her screams as they covered her body, tongues and kisses on her tender breast, she could feel three...no...four hands stroking her open pussy, fingering her furiously.

She was being gang raped.

Her body buckled as they caressed her, she could no longer see below her, but could feel them pushing her nylon legs upwards and wide, opening her pussy, exposing her inner sides, her pink flesh, inviting, as their fingers stroked her sensitive areas, splurging with her wetness.

"Mmmm, I was hoping we'd get her, " she heard one say, "she looked just to fine out there on the floor, haha!"

She felt them opening her wide, pulling her pussy open as a flash again from the camera was catching Supergirl's most private and intimate secrets. Her love flesh was captured on film for all to see. Her body tensed, she sucked the hard rubber cock vigorously as it slammed back and forward in her mouth, closing her eyes, fantasizing, she was cumming, cumming hard. There were too many of them, it was unfair...she was outnumbered.

"MMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!!"

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

She buckled widely, her legs high and open, her entire body a feast for them. Supergirl buffet, lol.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!!!" she released her juices again at their mercy, cumming in large spurts.

Her body fell limp. The large dildo was pulled from her exhausted open mouth as she lay motionless, weak.

The giggling girls stood above her.

"Oh we're not done with you yet." They looked down at her.

Their stiletto heels circling her as she was defeated at their feet.

"So she likes wearing costumes, huh ?" the reporter girl said, "And we have a whole roll of film left...lets have some fun. Lets give her some model experience."

The girls smiled in delight at the new idea. They were going to have some fun with the new girl. Several of the girls grabbed Supergirl, pushing her over on her stomach, her firm ass exposed from her skirt. They began ripping at her costume, tearing it off her.

"No please...leave me alone...OOOhhhh" She was so weak she couldn't fight back. She tried to cover but the girls ripped her costume from under her, they pushed her down, keeping her on the ground.

"Here, here I found this bunny outfit." One of them yelled. Supergirl sat up covering her naked breast to see the model holding a gaudy cocktail costume.

'No they can't be serious.' She thought.

Two girls held her as a pair of dark fishnet hose were placed on her.

"Let me go....this is so trashy...no" She protested kicking like a child.

They then pulled her into the satin corset of the bunny outfit that pushed her breast tightly forward. They pushed her down, one girl planting a knee in her back lacing up the tight fitted garment that snug and hugged her curves. Supergirl was helpless to stop them as the collar and wrist items were added.

"Oww.... stop..no !!" They delighted in putting a pair of white ears on her head and a fluffy tail on her bottom, finishing her off with a pair of white shoes. She felt so humiliated.

"How are we going to keep her still?" One asked as they held the struggling Supergirl.

"Well lets just keep her tied up, it'll be a bondage shoot, haha.." The others grinned with approval.

"No, you mustn't do this...oowww" Before she could protest the girls pulled the used rope and started binding her arms, crisscrossing her plump pushed up breast, the rope accentuated her lush tits. The costume did make her feel sexy, it was cut just so that her ass peaked out the back, her tits were just hidden by the strapless top. She felt like a plaything for men, a sexy toy for millionaire playboys.

They put her in a chair and tied her feet as well. Supergirl jerked madly at the ropes as they adjusted her, pulling her top just so along her cleavage and tightening her ropes in the chair.

"You look so cute."

"Now be a good little girl and smile, haha" They teased as the reporter snapped a few pics. She smiled at Athena struggling in the chair.

"Let me have some of that tape." The reporter approached the captured heroine with a small amount of tape. Her long legs in her conservative skirt, she could have been a model herself, even with the glasses she wore and the plain ponytail she was very attractive. She walked slowly over to the bound bunny girl, her high heels taking deliberate steps as she looked behind her to make sure no one else heard her and whispered to the bound Supergirl.

"....I know its really you Supergirl......these pictures are going to be worth a fortune..." A broad smile ran across her face.

"What!!! No you cantmmmmmffffffff" The tape was pressed on Supergirl's mouth as the smug reporter smiled wickedly at her? Her eyes danced over the bound heroine's form, thinking of the price she would demand for a photo shoot like this. She pressed the tape tightly on the "mmffing" girl of steel, satisfied that she was securely silenced and turned and went back to the models. Supergirl wiggled and struggled hard to get loose, her face turned red beneath the flopping bunny ears. She was so ashamed, but her heart raced with excitement, the sexy costume, and the feel of the ropes as she was being exploited, she felt the heat between her thighs. Suddenly a fantasy hit her, she was a bunny girl, teasing in her outfit all day and now grabbed by a gang after work, she was at their mercy...

'NO..NO..Have to stay focused...' She thought trying to control herself.

SNAP. SNAP. The pictures were taken as everyone looked on, having fun with this new girl. She watched angry at the girl taking the secret pictures.

"Lets change her into something else." She smiled. "but lets keep her gagged"

The girls began untying Athena, leaving her to mumble beneath her gag as others searched for more costumes.

"Here try this one!" Sherry was holding a netted black bodysuit.

"MMMmfffffnnnnooooo" The girls wrestled her down again, they stripped her of the bunny costume, taking turns to pin her as the other pulled her clothes off. Her breast bounding out the satin top as they were released, she breathe a sigh to be out of the tight outfit.

"MMMMMFFFFFF!!!!!!!" She screamed as one of the girls pinched her nipples to get better control of her.

"Hold still you !!" she yelled.

The netted costume was brought over. Supergirl fought back pushing away but the girls took her arms high behind her back and pushed her face down on the floor once again.

"AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!" She screamed behind the gag as she felt the swift swat of the back of a hair brush on her ass. She looked back at the model wielding the brush with innocent eyes. Behind her she could see the reporter amused as she was brought under control again.

"SMACK!' The girl pushed her roughly around.

"MMMMfffffff!!!!Pplleassdnnntttt" she mumbled as the hair brush smacked her again.

"Ooowwwww..."

"Hold still, slut. No one's going to hear you behind that gag."

SMACK!

"OOOOOHHHhhhmmmmmm" Supergirl found herself more willing to let them slide the net over her. She was embarrassed as she cowered, fearful when threaten with another spanking. She allowed them to fit her into the costume. She watched bound and gagged as one of the girls polished her toes with bright red polish then the outfit covered her body, holding her curves snuggly, wrapping her inside like a giant fishers net that pulled its prey from the ocean. The nylon material was so thin she felt as if she was naked.

"MMMmffffffffffff..." she moaned as her nipples peeked out the holes in the nets. Her feet tucked comfortabley inside as they zipped her up.

From somewhere they found a pair of handcuffs. Her wrist were secured behind her back as the cold cuffs clicked on her wrist, this gave the heroine a more fetish look about her. She was stood in place as the camera flashed away. Supergirl could see the reporter excitedly snapping pictures, she could barely move, the girls had shackled her ankles. She was then instructed to kneel and point her toes. She hesitated but lowered her head and to her shame... she complied as the pictures were taken. She blushed bright red, her pleading eyes looking up at them to release her only thrilled them more.

'What am I going to do?? I have to get those pictures...I can't let them get to the papers."

What was her fantasy now? A top lingerie model, persuaded by some sinister photographer to be bound and photographed. She felt her clit rubbing against the inviting nets, as she moved the tight material crept up inside her, parting her pussy.

"mmmmmfff...oooooohhhhhhh..." The frictions sliding between her, as she struggled, photographed, her juices leaking .

'Nooooo...' she closed her eyes, she could feel herself being turned on again...she couldn't give in.

The models closed on her, pushing her down, they pulled open her knees to the camera. Supergirl fell back, hiding behind her eyes.

"Oh look." The model laughed. "she's wet, hahaha" The reporter came in close to see the wetness between her legs, her fluid staining the crotch of the outfit. A girl with long black hair and gogo boots pulled the costume tighter still causing her to squirm.

"hmmm...getting excited, huh ?" She smiled snapping another picture.

Tears fell from the helpless Supergirl's eyes, she felt so helpless, she was even too weak to resist, she felt a light tap from the back of a brush against her inner thigh as they opened her up wider, fingering her pink love canal. She cried tears, her climax rising inside her, they were toying with her like a plaything. Above her the long haired girl had pulled her own skirt up, fingering herself beneath her silky skirt. She moaned watching the others masturbating the helpless Supergirl.

"mmmmmfffffffffffffffffffffffff" Supergirl felt her sex, so wet, so hot, she wanted to cum, she wanted to cum so bad......the girls were unstoppable....she looked over to see that they had floored the long haired girl as well.

"Oohhhhhhhhh..ooooohhhhhhhh" The girl squirmed right next to her as three girls pinned her down, her boots spread wide as one went down on her.

"You know better than to masturbate, Kimmy." One of them smiled watching as the girl had broken some code. She looked over to Supergirl. "Seems you have a partner now, haha."

"Mmmmmfffffffffff" Supergirl moaned, her breath hot, watching them fuck Kimmy, still fingering her.

"Oohhhhhhh.....OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH" the girl's body rocked up and down.

"MMmmffffff........MMMMMMMFFFFFFF!!!!!!" Supergirl shuttered as she was so hot, her sweaty body glistening with sweat and her own moist juices, watching as together her and the girl were being brought to cum, her legs covered in her own.

"OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The long haired girl creamed.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Supergirl's body convulsed, her lips tight beneath the tap gag, the girl next to her lay limp, the girls smiling looking her way, they gathered back towards her, their hands stroking her body beneath the net, hands wet with Kimmy's juices, circling her nipples with the sticky cum making them feel slick and smooth, she felt them cupping her fat mound, it was too much, she was too outnumbered..

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!" She came in the costume, the last of her powers faded away. She fell back limp as Kimmy. The reporter snapped a last picture of the two messy girls semiconscious next to each other. Both had been brought to climax, their bodies open and inviting.

"I think she's done."

"Come on, lets get back to work." A few left heading back to the showroom.

"What are we going to do with them?"

"Well first, take care of Kimmy, she needs to be punished, " Sherry ordered them. " As for this slut, lets get her back to work.......in something special."

The weak Supergirl was lifted, uncuffed. She watched as they took Kimmy and bound and gagged her into a nearby chair.

"Mmmm...this should do, don't you think ?" The reporter held up an outfit that made Supergirl's eyes grow wide. It was a red leather corset, with long thigh high matching leather boots...but worst of al the top was a thin rubber see through material....as well as the skirt.

"No...I'll be naked.... you cant send me out like that." She protested.

The girls again began to strip her.

She struggled against them but they pushed her down, strapping her into the outfit. The rubber top fitted tightly across her breast, pressing them hard against the thin see through material. They zipped the boots up, pulling on the skirt. Her clit was clearly visible from beneath the skirt. Another had found a pair of red opera gloves to top off the outfit.

"No, please..." She protested trying to balance in the high-heeled boots.

"Shut up!" Sherry threatened her. "You're going out there just like this. Let them have a good look at the new meat."

The girls finished dressing her, grabbing her on either arm they pushed her towards the door.

"Ok, take her out." Sherry commanded and the door to the crowded showroom was opened.

End of Part II

"Bennington !" She said through her teeth. She watched the grinning wealthy man she had encountered earlier. Her thoughts went to earlier in the evening, when she first entered the show, the pervert had almost raped her. He was behind this !

"That's right, ...Athena, wasn't it?" He approached her closely, looking her over. "Changed costume, huh ? This one is very nice." He smiled slyly as his eyes danced over her body in the slinky outfit.

Supergirl watched him carefully, slowly he circled her like a snake. She steadied herself, repulsed by him. She felt him gently stroked the smooth silk fabric of her costume up along her back that caused shivers in her.

"I know you're new here, so let me explain it to you." He faced her close, sniffing her perfume. She dared not make her move yet as she looked at his goons behind him.

"You see everyone thinks the cars here are the most valuable things....but that isn't true. The top 40 exotic car manufactures send representitves here to help showcase there cars." He placed his finger just below her chin to lift her head a bit, he was only inches away from her.

"Like you, sweets. Racequeens, J-Girls, ...sluts in your little outfits to excite buyers. Why do you think I've been casing these shows ? Watching sluts like you walk around thinking you're so sexy, haha. And they will pay a good ransom for your return....and if they don't......your sexy ass will be sold to our slave ring." He looked at the other girls " This is an ideal place to find sexy little girls for sex slaves."

He looked over at one of his henchmen.

"Bring out the restraints, lets tie these bitches."

Supergirl watched as a large trunk was brought in and opened. The Girls began to whimper as the men withdrew several strange items. Items of leather and steel, things they had never seen before, things some "sicko" would have.

'The stolen bondage items.' Supergirl thought. 'He's going to use them on us.'

Just then a number of girls were led from the dressing room, there hands bound behind them, gagged with massive twisted cloth. All race queens from different companies. She could tell the women had been crying and were frighten. She recognized some of them, Sherry, the big titted girl she had encountered in the dressing room was in the lead. She was naked as she was led through the crowd. The villains had them all tied in the line together, a slave line. One of the fiends led Sherry with a rope that was tied around her shoulders. Supergirl looked at the embarrassed girl as she and the other girls were pulled along against there will.

"Put them on the bus, we'll get these ready." The henchmen took long looks at the sexy captured girls as they were led through the crowd of shocked on lookers. Bennington took one of the strange things from the trunk and tossed it to Supergirl.

"Ok, tie your friends up." He chuckled pointing to the girl next to her.

It was Kimmie. She looked at him puzzled and then at Athena.

"You wouldn't...." Kimmie asked Athena shaking her head no.

Supergirl looked back at the villain, his henchmen tossing cuffs and other items to the frighten girls.

"All of you, bind the girl next to you. Now !!" His men lowered there guns at the girls and the crowd. The frighten girls screamed in terror.

'Can't let this go too far.' She thought. 'But I have to go with them now.'

Athena looked at the strange object in her hands. It was long and made of smooth soft black leather. Two rows of criss-crossed laces ran up the leather, binding the two sides together, a strange glove meant to keep your hands tied. She looked at it intrigued, she had never seen anything like it before, but she actually loved the touch of it. She thought of the many secret bondage houses where this was probably once used, how Mistresses in tight leather outfits and tall stiletto heels bound there slaves. She looked back at Kimmie who was shaking her head 'no', whispering 'please.' Thoughts of earlier ran through her head, how Kimmie had fondled her through the photo shoot, how the girl secretly assaulted her under her skirt and around her panties. Supergirl looked at Kimmie with a hard look, and then grabbed the petite girl quickly pulling her hands behind her back roughly.

"AAAAAiiiiiiiiiiii" Kimmie screamed, "No....please..."

"Quiet, " She slipped the long slender glove over the girl's arms, the strange restraint went all the way up to her elbows. "you deserve this for what you did to me." Athena pulled the laces tight, making sure she couldn't get out. Even if she would soon spoil there plans and capture these villains she wanted to pay Kimmie back. She pulled the laces tight around Kimmie's wrist, the leather took the shape of Kimmie's bound hands. The tiny girl wiggled and struggled, even more to Supergirl's delight. This little girl had her at a disadvantage before, but now she had her.

She pulled the laces tight on Kimmie.

"OOOwwwwwwww...." She cried, squirming in her costume. The short miniskirt riding high up her legs, the soft silk crinkling against her body.

Athena finished lacing the top of the glove, Kimmie was bound well. She could barley struggled because the fetish device held her so snug. She turned back to Athena.

"Oww..I'm sorry....its too tight..."

"Shhhh..." Athena whispered back taking care that any of the henchmen were out of reach. "Listen, I'm really Supergirl, you've got nothing to fear."

"W-what ?" She looked at her puzzled, her arms pulled back tight in the single leather glove that made her breast push forward.

"I'm Supergirl, I'm here undercover"

"You're not Supergirl." Kimmie remembered the other models when they found Athena's costume underneath in the dressing room. "you're crazy...you're going to get us in trouble...you just think you're Supergirl." Kimmie whispered back.

Athena didn't have time to convince her, she looked around as the other girls were busy tying one another. The henchmen were relaxed, watching as the sexy girls were forced to tie one another. She looked over at Bennington, he was delighted watching them, standing in the center in his expensive suit, he tossed out new restraints to the frightened girls as the bound ones were being taken away.

She was just about to make her move when suddenly she was grabbed from behind by another model. A tall blonde in a tight fitted bathing suit. It was the girl that Takomi had entered the restaurant with.

"If you're Supergirl you wont have any trouble getting out of this"

The slut grabbed Athena's arms pressing them hard behind her.

"Owwww, Bitch not so rough. " Athena didn't like her tying her up. The big titted slut was probably part of the gang. She snapped a pair of cuffs on Supergirl. Athena pretended to struggle, she could have easily snapped the cuffs off with her superstrenth. She wondered how the girl could see to cuff her over her own stretched tits. The slut looked Athena over smiling. She pushed her back to back with the bound Kimmie.

"You probably like this type of thing, huh. I bet they don't even ransom you, they'll sell you t.......ohhh"

Supergirl was glad one of the henchmen grabbed the slutty model and bent her hands behind her back like the rest. She squealed as a pair of shackles were placed on her wrist.

'Okay, so maybe she isn't in on it, but they had to have someone on the inside to take over the show so quickly.' Supergirl thought looking around at the crooks. She had to find an opportunity to foil them. She watched as the men tied the last few models and then something caught her eye. Bennington was standing there, his henchmen had the girl reporter and her camera bag.

"This one isn't a model." He fumbled through her bag. "She's a reporter."

"That's right, but please I need that film" the reporter begged as she was being held by one of the goons.

"Why ? So you can show the police ? Destroy it." Bennington handed the bag to one of his men.

"No, please I have something very valuable on there....It's not for the police." The girl begged then she saw Supergirl looking her way and an idea hit her. She moved in closer to Bennington.

"I swear there is nothing on the film about you......but what if I could give you something more valuable."

Supergirl didn't like the way things were looking. She sized up the villains, noticing were they were.

"More valuable ? Do you know something ?" The villain was intrigued.

"yes....just let me keep my film...I have some important information about one of the models...."

Supergirl's eyes widen, her heart quickened. The girl was about to blow her cover.

The villain looked around at the squirming girls in there slinky outfits. He was curious, what did the reporter have ?

"Yes, you can have your pictures," he handed the bag back to her. "Now tell me."

The reporter looked at Supergirl for a moment. Athena shook her head slightly saying 'NO'. She was the only hope of the race queens. But the reporter leaned in to Bennington and pointed at Supergirl.

"That girl...there is Supergirl."

The models around her burst into giggles despite there situation.

"No she isn't, " the big titted model said mater of factly, "She's crazy, she thinks she's some kind of heroine."

"S-Supergirl ??" some of them girls wondered aloud, now all looking at Athena.

"No, she's wrong...I'm not Supergirl..." Athena pretended.

"She is, I've seen her hundreds of times at the paper...that's her."

"Y-You are Supergirl..." Kimmie said awed.

"No she isn't, she had a costume on earlier.....we beat her up in the dressing room. She isn't Supergirl." One of the Hondera girls said.

"Supergirl...help us..." The swimsuit models pleaded struggling.

"I-I'm not her..really..." Athena felt embarrassed, her cover was being blown. Bennington's men trained there guns on her. The villain ordered his men over to check her out.

Supergirl saw the men moving in on her as the models screamed in fear.

"Supergirl....help..."

The men approached Supergirl.

"Look under her dress....its her..." The reporter said.

Athena looked at the girl bewildered, the greedy reporter was going to sacrifice her and the rest just as long as she could keep the compromising pictures of Supergirl to sell on the black market.

"Well, go on." Bennington shouted at his men.

The goons cautiously approached Supergirl. She looked around at them sizing them up. The lead man pulled her forward. She clenched her cuffed fist. He looked at her with a smile and pulled her top forward, peering down her breast.

"Hey boss, she does have some kind of costume on underneath, there's a large 'S' on her......."

Supergirl snapped the cuffs, she grabbed the man and launched him into two of the others. The other goons hesitated, she grabbed the cuffs off her wrist knocking two more out. She jumped another, bending the steel barrel of his gun in a U shape and then knocking him cold.

"It is her !!!" the race queens cheered.

"She's saving us....she's rescuing us..."

"AAAAiiiiiiiiii...." Another of the henchmen charged her, Supergirl easily avoided his slow punch, grabbed his arm and tossed him over. She placed a foot on the downed man's back in triumph.

"I am Supergirl....and I'm taking you all in." She smiled.

"Not so fast, Supergirl."

Athena turned to see Bennington, he had Tami.

The cop's hands were cuffed in front of her and he held a gun to her head. Her skirt was gone but she still wore her uniform shirt. She looked scared and afraid as the villain clenched her tightly.

"Let her go, Benny !" Supergirl started towards him.

"Not so close Supergirl." He pushed the gun into Tammi's temple.

"Aiiiiiiiiii....." She screamed terrified.

Supergirl stopped in her tracks.

"No....don't hurt her........I.." She hesitated for a minute, looking at all the bound models, their pleading eyes watching her, she was there only hope...yet her friend was in jeopardy. "....I....I surrender..." Her breath left her as she said it.

"No...no...Supergirl..." the models pleaded struggling in their bondage.

"I know how she looses her powers." The reporter added.

Everyone's attention turned towards the smiling reporter.

"No, don't you understand...I'm here to help."

The reporter turned her glaze away from the pleading superheroine, back to the villain.

"The film is yours." He smiled putting the gun under Tami's chin now as the policewoman stood limp in his clutches.

"No, she doesn't know anything....it's a trick." Supergirl said as the groggy henchmen were getting to their feet. The crowd looked on, intrigued to know Supergirl's secret. A cold sweat came over her, she was in big trouble now.

"Arouse her." The reporter smiled taking her photo bag back. "She is drained when aroused, her strength vanishes."

"No. That's not true..."

The crowd gasped looking at the heroine strangely.

"If you make her, well... " the reporter smile broadly. "... spill her juices, she becomes as weak as a kitten. It's her weakness."

Supergirl stood there in shock. She knew it was true, she was no match for her own libido. And now this girl had told everyone. She felt small, everyone's eyes watching her, what did they have planned for her ?

"Well isn't that interesting." Bennington smiled as well, Tammi still his captive. Supergirl felt his eyes burn into her. What did he have planned ?

"But first, make her strip to her costume......I want to record your conquest of her."

Supergirl's mouth fell open as the reporter said this. She was just too greedy, she wanted more pictures of her. She wanted to film Supergirl's humiliation.

Bennington nodded with approval.

"You heard the lady Supergirl, strip !" He pressed the gun deeper into Tammi who let out a yelp like a small child.

Everyone watched, the models bound and now on there knees watched as the one they called Supergirl looked around frantically. The crowd held at gun point watched the heroine.

Supergirl's mind went wild trying to find some way out. But she couldn't deny the feeling of watching her friend, a fellow up holder of justice, threaten by this vile man. She looked down at her short mini skirt, taking it by the bottom. Her heart raced, she felt everyone watching her, but she had no choice. She unzipped the skirt, and in one moment it fell to the floor. Underneath her more familiar red micro skirt fanned out.

"I knew there was something strange about those undies." Bennington laughed to her dismay.

She pulled off the top as the broad 'S' straddled across her breast was reveal. Her neatly tucked cape dropped behind her as she flung the top to the floor.

The models gasped as there stood Supergirl. A vision in red and blue with a tiny skirt that accented her long legs. Her long silky hair flared around her shoulders, her red lips dazzling as she faced them unmasked.

"Very good."

"Ohhhh...." Tami cried as he pushed her forward, closer to Supergirl. He wanted a good look at her. This mighty superheroine who was disguised in there mist.

"Mmmm, very nice. You look even more delicious, Supergirl." He looked her over, admiring how the silk costume hugged her firm body so well. Superheroines were known for their skimpy costumes, and this was the first he had seen. The tall heels on Supergirl's boots accentuated her shapely legs, her micro mini just hiding the strange panties Bennington had explored earlier.

'It was her costume indeed.' He thought as he relived the earlier events in his mind, how he had touched her there, intrigued by the feel of the mysterious fabric. An excitement rose in him at the thought that he actually had Supergirl, the most powerful superheroine in the world, here in front of him.

"Now what, fiend ?" Supergirl said, her mind racing with ideas, trying to formulate a plan. She took her most intimidating stance with her fist on her hips, her cape drape dramatically behind her. Surely these villains would surrender when they realized what a powerful superheroine they were dealing with.

"Give yourself up, villain. There's no way you can win."

"Really Supergirl.....well let's see if what the reporter Bitch says is true, " He grinned evilly, "masturbate !"

Supergirl was taken aback.

"Wh-What ?" Her eyes were wide, she felt a tingling of fear for the first time.

"You heard me Superslut, Masturbate !"

"How dare you! You can't ask me to do that......I-I'm Supergirl.....I can't. You're crazy." She folded her arms defiantly.

"You will if you value your friend."

"Aaaaaiiiiiiii....." Tammi squealed as he tighten his grip on her.

The henchmen suddenly turned there guns away from Supergirl and to the crowd of bound beauties.

The race queens screamed, frighten and helpless in a panic. Girls struggling, bound in there designer sports wear. They turned there gazes to Supergirl.

"Help us please...."

Supergirl watched the vulnerable girls with there captors standing over them, ready to pounce, she looked at Tammi, the villain was playing with her now. Tammi's eyes were wide with fear as the fiend unbuttoned her blouse with the barrel of his gun, her lace push up bra exposed for his pleasure. Tammi grimaced as the man now pulled at the bra.

"No, leave her alone." Supergirl's heart raced as the screams of the girls echoed in the large room, "Leave them all alone.....I....I.." Her face burned red, she was out of breath, she couldn't stand hearing all the frighten girls. They were all crying for her help. What could she do ?

"....i'll do it...don't hurt them...." Her head hung in shame, there was no other way, he had her at a disadvantage.

"As a superheroine, you must always protect the innocent....even if it meant sacrificing yourself." She mumbled.

"Nobel words, Supergirl." He gloated.

The crowd hushed in an uneasy silence, they stared at the blushed heroine. Watching her eagerly.

The crowd was silent, she felt everyone's eyes watching her. Supergirl could feel her knees weak. Could she really do this ? Did she have a choice?

"Do it now, Supergirl !" He teased her name, he knew how humiliating it was for a powerful superheroine like Supergirl to submit to someone like him. He had no powers, she was stronger, yet he had beaten her. He thought how these so called superheroines flew around the city in there sexy outfits as if they owned it. How they thought they were so much better than everyone else...including the rich like him. They often chided the rich for lack of morals in acquiring there money. Well now he had a superbitch in his clutches and he was going to enjoy breaking her. They talked about morals, but he knew secretly these scantly clad sluts would fall at his feet if he ever had the opportunity to capture one. He would expose them for the sluts they truly were.

The henchmen smiled broadly at each other awaiting their show.

Supergirl felt her heart race, her hands rose slowly up her taught waist.

'There has to be another way out of this !!!' she thought as she cupped her own breast. Sliding her hands up the soft smooth silk of her costume. Feeling her own supple breast. A ting of excitement ran through her body, there was something kinky about this, everyone getting a treat, watching Supergirl fondle herself in front of them all.

She stroked her own breast, feeling her nipples underneath. A shot of pleasure shot through her body as her fingernails raked across them. Her mouth fell open with hot breath as she looked at Bennington still holding her friend. She hated this, hated that he had her, hated what he was making her do.

She circled her own breast, pushing them together as she felt tingling between her legs. Her nipples pushing through the costume, standing on ends as shivers ran down her back.

"That's it Supergirl, I want to see you wet....or she dies."

The word's pierced her ears, she didn't want to look at him, she gritted her teeth together.

She looked around the room at the amazed onlookers, they were staring at her, something inside her found it liberating. She almost wanted to cum, wanted them to watch what a slut she really was. She secretly loved the feeling, loved feeling helpless, forced into pleasure.....pleasure that would leave her so very venerable. The crowd were themselves eyeing her body, watching the mighty superheroine fondle herself.

Supergirl's hand slid down to her short skirt, she took a breath, a tear formed in her eye. Was she really going to do this ? She would make herself so weak, helplessly at his mercy. He would have defeated her at her own doing.

Her hand glided underneath her skirt as her fingers found her own plump panty clad mound.

"Oooooohhhhh...mmmmmmmmm....." She bit her lip, embarrassed at her own outburst but the excitement had mounted inside her, her touching herself at her most sensitive spot was so stimulating.

'Oh Gawd, can't control myself....so hot...'

"Make it wet Supergirl." The fiend was toughly enjoying seeing her humbled. "This should not be so difficult for you. Look at yourself in your short skirt and tight clothes. All of you supersluts need a good cock in you."

'Mmmmmm....yeeessssss....' Supergirl's thought, she was so hot, her body was alive. '..nooo....no, can't...must resist...'

"Spread your legs for us, whore. Get on your knees, Now !! Keep fingering yourself."

"You won't get away with this." She said with her eyes closed tight, her hands circling her breasts, how she wished she could escape. But instead she did as she was ordered, she kneeled, her hand still massaging her clit, she could feel herself becoming wet, her body hot and glistening with sweat, her strength fleeting.

"Yes I will slut, look at you, you're in no position to stop me."

"Ohhh..mmmmmmm...." she could feel her own juices now, her fingers sliding easily across her clit. Her body jerked on her knees, her tiny skirt just covering her quivering mound.

"Look at you. Not so proud now, huh Supergirl." He laughed watching the superheroine making a spectacle of herself.

"Mmmmmm....ooooGooooddddddd......" She couldn't stop now, she knew she was become weak, her passions rising inside her were out of control. How humiliating for her, yet how exiting. Everyone watching her, on her knees, forced to finger her own pussy, her panties becoming a wreck, her body sliding willingly on her own hand.

"Noo....I won't let you win......mmmmmmnnngggggg......I-I can control myself....." she lied. "just because you're rich...doesn't mean you aren't scum...nnngg"

"Arrogant slut." He signaled for one of his henchmen to come over and take over Tammi. "Proud Superbitch to the end, eh." He approached her once one of his men had Tammi held at bay. He stood over her watching the quivering pile of mess that was Supergirl. "Let's see how well you can service me, I've always wanted to fuck one of you superbitches.

Supergirl looked up at the man, his hands unzipping his fine silk trousers.

"You wouldn't Dare !" She moaned in ecstasy, she couldn't deny how hot she was, her hair tossed across her face. "You wouldn't defy my sacred mouth with your foul manhood."

Her eyes grew wide and she became breathless at the site of his large cock. He meant to do her, he meant to satisfy his evil thirst with Supergirl.

"Please, no....how can I do such a thing..nnnngggg.." Her fingers circled her clit furiously, she could feel her climax building, she relished the excitement.

"Service me Supergirl, or your friend dies." Kimmie gave out another scream as the grinning henchman tighten his grip on her.

Supergirl looked at Tammi, and then back at Bennington's cock, dangerously close to her. Something inside her wanted it, wanted to taste him, wanted to take his hugh cock deep inside her warm satisfying mouth. She looked up at him with watery eyes. She knew if she performed such and act in front of all she would be ruined, she would be labeled a slut, the slut that she secretly knew she was...but what choice did she have.

Slowly she approached his cock, looking up at the smiling villain. She hated his smug expression, watching the mighty superheroine on her knees at his feet. She opened her mouth, her red lipstick gleaming, and took the head of his cock inside.

"Noo.....noo...." The race queens sobbed as they watched there last hope, there champion, submit to the dastardly villain.

Supergirl closed her eyes, she tasted his hard cock, taking just the head then swallowing him.

"MMMmmmmgggmgmmgmgmgg" Her wet fingers gushed in her own juices, she was burning in desire, she stroked his manhood with her mouth, her tongue swirling over his tip. The princess of power kneeled before the entire awe struck crowd, a cock sucking slut, fingering herself, stewing in her own juices, she seemed to be unable to control herself. Was this the real Supergirl ? Was she just another whore in a sleek costume ? How could she have allowed herself to be captured and humiliated so ?

These thoughts buzzed through her head as well, yet she couldn't stop herself. She was insatiable. Her body betrayed her, she was a superslut.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm.mmmmmmmmmmmmfffgggggg" She sucked his cock, fingering herself, her hips grinding on her own hand as she pulled him in and out of her lips. Bennington stiffened, he had never felt such pleasure before, a super blow job. His fingers ran through her silky hair, she was eating him whole, he could barely control his own rushes.

"This isn't your first time sucking cock is it superwhore." He grimaced as she didn't bother to answer, she took control of his cock, he looked down at the hungry red and blue superheroine on her knees, she was filled with passion. He felt her free hand wrap around him, she grabbed his ass, pulling him in deeper, he felt as if he were being eaten alive.

"Who's your master ?"

"mmmm..you..master..mmmggggggg" She submitted to him, she was his, any command he ordered she would perform. She was truly a slut at heart, she wanted to be ordered to serve him, she wanted to be his sex toy. She wanted him to fuck her, here in front of everyone. She dreamed of her in her Supergirl costume being bent over in front of the crowd and he would slide his massive hot cock into her from behind. She would be his in any way he ordered. She would obey him, serve his cock in any manner in which he commanded her. Oh how the mighty superheroine had fallen, she would even allow his men to have her if master had ordered her to, she was nothing more than meat for there pleasures. She wanted this feeling to last forever.

"and you are my slave...my sexy slut."

"yes...yesssss....mmmooohhh..." Her thighs were a mess now.

"Mmmmmmmnnnnngggggg...mmgmgmgmmmmmnnnn " She sucked his cock, it was overwhelming, her fingers stoked her slick clits, faster and faster as his hard cock filled her mouth, the swirling thoughts clouded her mind as her tongue danced over his tip and around him....

"Mmmmmfffhhhhh...mmmmmoooOOOHHHHHHHHH....." Her warm sticky juices stained her silk panties to a deep red hue, she was stoking her entire mound now, jiggling it then back to fingering.

"Yesss....yess...." Bennington stiffened.

'Oh God....what have I done ?' Supergirl seemed to suddenly be aware of everything, she looked up horrified at the man who's cock was raping her mouth, she looked at the horrified bound models and the awe struck crowd. She was petrified. Bennington suddenly withdrew his cock from her mouth and a wave of white cum erupted from him covering her fine silk costume.

"Ohh !!" Supergirl cried as suddenly the stick white liquid stained her, she felt cheap and dirty, a cover of shame swept over her. Tears flowed from her eyes as the man's seed squirted all over her, she could hear the henchmen laughing at her humiliation, the crowd gasping, they had never seen a superheroine treated so.

Supergirl was so frustrated, she could only stare aghast at the clouds on her satin tits.

"Mmmm...that was a very good blow job, Supermouth." He smiled satisfied zipping his pants. "Let's see yours."

Supergirl looked at him in a rage, she wanted to kill him. But again she noticed Tammi behind him.

"Come on, let's see it." He said again smugly, and she realized suddenly what he wanted.

He meant for her to raise her skirt, and show him how wet she was. He wanted confirmation that she had cummed. He wanted to know that she was weak, that her powers were gone. Supergirl's lip trembled, her hands went down to the ends of her short skirt, she tried to hold back her emotions as she slowly lifted the skirt. The crowd looked on curiously, all eyes watching her. She lifted the skirt, underneath her red satin panties were stained in deep red from her juices. The crowd gasped, the henchmen giggled wickedly.

"Put it up !!" Bennington shouted and suddenly the image of the defeated and stained heroine was up on the large screen above them. Supergirl, kneeling, lifting her skirt, showing her humiliation for all the spectators to see. She turned her head and closed her eyes tight in shame.

"I'm not satisfied." Bennington said through his clenched teeth.

Suddenly Supergirl felt him grab her from behind, he wrestled her wrist behind her back, pulling them together.

"Let go of me...nnnggg" She tried to fight him but her superstrengh was in fact gone.

"You're still strong Supergirl, lets see how weak you can become." He pinned her hands behind her and then looked into the race queens.

"You, you'll do." He picked out the big titted swimsuit model that had stolen Takomi away from her. His henchmen grabbed the bound blonde girl and brought her forward.

"You look like you've done this before." He smiled as the big titted girl watch the henchmen take hold of supergirl's booted ankles.

"Aiiiii..let me go you fiends." Supergirl tried to struggle but the men were too strong for her. Two of the henchmen grabbed her ankles, pushing her legs up and then pulled her knees apart.

"NNNOOOOOOO!!!!!!" She shouted helpless as she was wide open and inviting. A third henchman pushed the blonde model forward, his gun at her back.

"NO, you cant do this to me.......no this isn't right.....please NO." Supergirl struggled hard, she couldn't believe this was happening. The big titted blonde was forced down on her knees between Supergirl's spread legs, her small swim suit stretched hard between her clit and her massive breast.. She looked at her captives, scared.

"Please, don't.....I'm Supergirl.....you can't do this....GASP !!!!" Supergirl felt the girl's mouth down on her, she could feel her pulling her flimsy panties to the side with her teeth like an animal.

'Oh Gawd, NO !!!!' He body tensed up as the blonde's tongue tasted the superheroine. Supergirl squirmed, her body hot and screaming in passion. She could feel the girl circling her lips, her smooth sides being stroked slowly, the girl lapped at her virgina. She planted her full mouth on her that made Supergirl gasp and tighten. She twirled her tongue inside the power princess. Bennington was thoroughly enjoying watching the helpless hero, his henchmen held her legs tight, Supergirl was theirs.

"No...stop...stop..." She was out of breath, her chest heaving heavily. "this isn't fair...all of you, against me...."

Supergirl couldn't get away, the blonde was forcing her into a new orgasm, the slut was licking her unmercifully, she could feel the girl sucking her inner thighs and then kissing her way down to her clit where she licked her with smooth controlled strokes. Tiny bites on her helpless mound that made her shutter and then she planted her whole mouth on her again, she could feel her hot breath on her, sucking at her lips, lapping at the restrained superheroine.

Supergirl had no chance, she was going to cum.

She could feel the men holding her tight, she looked up. On the screen was her. Supergirl being raped by the villains, the blonde model lapping at her with a gun to her back, Supergirl being held down and open, the henchmen with a good grip on her red boots. Everyone was watching her gang rape, everyone watched as the heroine was being mauled.

"AAAIIIiiiiiiiiiiiiii....mmmmgffffffffff" She screamed but Bennington now clasped his hand over her mouth to gag her. She was so weak he only needed one hand to pin her wrist behind her.

This was it, with him gagging her, her wrist pinned behind her, her feet and legs pinned, she felt ultimately helpless, her venerable clit, the one source of her fleeting powers was being assaulted by this skillful slut. Her one weakness was exposed and exploited for all to see. She had never know defeat like this before, so complete. She couldn't help herself, she felt the rising inside her legs, she felt her body tense and sweat, her muscles tighten, the girl wouldn't stop, her fleshy tits brushing against her thighs, the site of her in her thong, head down beneath her superskirt, her hands bound behind her, forced to do there dirty work for them, her hot wet mouth lapping inside her, it was too much.......

"MMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFfffffffmmmmmmmnnnnnnnn" Supergirl cried as her tense body suddenly went limp.

"Haha, that's done her in." Bennington laughed watching Supergirl's frail body in front of him. The blonde slut looked up, her eyes still showing fear. The henchman behind her pulled her to her feet and pushed her back in with the others.

"Not so tough now are you Supergirl ?" he pushed the heroine aside and got to his feet.

Supergirl felt so mortified, she was so weak now. Her panties were so wet and stained, she felt them sticky on her body.

"You win....." Supergirl rolled over on her back to look at them, out of breath. "..now, please release her."

Bennington looked down at the heroine and then over at Tammi.

"You're going to love this." He smiled.

Supergirl heard giggling, and then laughter. She looked over to Tammi.

Tammi stood there, laughing. She jerked her arms suddenly and the cuffs holding her fell to the floor.

"What ???" Supergirl looked puzzled.

Tammi Chung smirked smartly, walking towards the fallen heroine.

"Surprised Supergirl ?" Tammi stood over her smiling with approval .

"Tammi ??? What's going on ??"

"Isn't it obvious, Athena ?" she called her by her real name. "we tricked you.....I knew you'd surrender when you saw your friend in peril." She laughed.

"Tammi...it was you, you're the inside person ?.....But we are friends....why ?"

"Friends, supergirl ?" Tammi's expression grew darker. "I'm a police officer, one of the city's finest ever to leave the academy...and yet they send me out looking for stolen buses! While you, they send you undercover." She kicked Supergirl over on her stomach.

"Ow..."

"That should have been my assignment, you fucking vigilante whore, you think you're better than the regular police ? All those cases you've taken while we get crossing duty."

"No...not better....just trying to help....Ohhhh.." Supergirl tried to get to her knees but Tammi pushed her back down with the heel of her boot.

"That's right, you're not better, because look at you know." Tammi rested her boot on the fallen heroine's curvaceous ass in triumph. "It wasn't them that beat you....it was me!"

Supergirl realized that to be true now. Tammi had tricked her, it was because of her that she allowed herself to be captured, it was because of her that she found herself masturbating until her powers were gone, it was because of her that she took the villain's cock. She had succeeded in not only defeating Supergirl, but possible destroying her.

"Tammi, NO...we're friends." Supergirl sobbed.

"And you almost ruined everything, you almost walked in on them in the dressing room, but luckily I intervened. Showing you the 'stolen buses'" she laughed. " Want to know who stole those buses ? I did."

"I was only too good to be true when they approached me with there plan, " Tammi bent down close to the heroine. "and do you know what I wanted from it all?"

Supergirl felt her close to her back, Tammi was a crocked cop who she thought was her friend, but know she would give her some payback. She gathered the last bit of strength inside of her and turned quickly on the girl.

"Hey !!!" Tammi was caught off guard and thrown backwards landing on her bottom with a 'THUD'.

Supergirl whirled to her feet but was dropped just as quick by a chop to her shoulders. The heroine fell looking at the assailant behind her.

"You Supergirl." Takomi said standing in front of his large body guards. "You were the clincher that Officer Chung need to be in on our plan.'

"Takomi ???"

"Yes Supergirl, I thought you would have figured it out by now." He pulled the handkerchief from his pocket and began wiping his hand. "You didn't think my nephew had the brains to pull off something like this did you ?"

"n-nephew ??"

"You Bitch !!" Tammi got to her feet and charged but was stopped by one of the bodyguards.

"Bennington Enterprises is a subsidiary of Takomi Motors." He paused for a moment looking at one of his bodyguards who had seized the reporter and her bag. "Although Takomi Motors has gone through a recession lately, the stock has dropped almost fifty percent and there is currently a government inquiry into my dealings. But with our latest venture and our, um....sideline interest.."

"Like selling sex slaves.." Supergirl grumbled rubbing her head.

"Yes." He pulled the film and camera from the bag.

"Hey those are mine, he told me I could have them." She pointed at Bennington.

"Have these destroyed, we don't want any evidence." He handed the bag to another of his men.

"No, he said...." The reporter started but was pushed back into the crowd of onlookers.

"And you Supergirl would make a fine addition to my private harem, but unfortunately I did promise officer Chung." He smiled at her one last time. "Let's start getting these girls loaded, we have a schedule to keep."

The henchmen began gagging the mmffing girls as Tammi approached Supergirl once more.

"Nice move, Supergirl. But you won't catch me sleeping again."

"Tammi, help me....I can get you pardoned...."

"Shut up, slut." Tammi straddled Supergirl's hips. "You don't deserve this costume, I'm the best there is." She grabbed Supergirl's top pulling it up.

"No..don't " Supergirl could only offer token resistance, her strength was gone, she was soo weak, so exhausted she couldn't fight back.

Tammi pulled at the satin blue top, supergirl's firm round breast bounced out from under as the henchmen stopped to admire them. Her nice round nipples and perfect frame were a treat. Tammi pulled the top over the screaming heroine's head, Bennington's cum on her front smeared over her face as the top was pulled from her. Supergirl fell backwards, her tits exposed to the smiling Tammi.

"Give me all of it, slut." Tammi next pulled her leg up and unzipped her boots.

"No, Tammi STOP ! Don't do this....please....." her bare feet slipped free of the boot, Tammi started on the other. Supergirl felt so helpless, she was so weak, she could barely lift her arms. Tammi pulled her feet free of the boots, she looked at them admiring the nice red leather then kicked her own off and zipped Supergirl's on.

"No...those are mine...." Supergirl watched as Tammi admired her own long legs in the boots, she then pulled off her own uniform top and slipped the familiar red and blue top of Supergirl's on. Tammi admired herself as the heroine lay sprawled on the floor.

"Let's have that skirt and belt now." Supergirl was limp as Tammi pulled the belt free from her. She turned Supergirl over.

Supergirl could feel her skirt being pulled down her legs, her panties and ass exposed now like her bare breast as the villainess stripped her.

"You can keep the panties, yuck!" Tammi laughed putting on the skirt.

"Look it's Supergirl !" One of the henchmen mocked as Tammi blushed and flirted with him.

"Why thank you citizen." She teased. " And look at this hot slut down on the floor, she needs some cooling off don't you think." Tammi took a nozzle from the henchman. It was one of the water hoses used in demonstrations. She aimed it at the flared superheroine stung out on the floor.

Supergirl lay there beaten and stripped. Her arms and legs spread eagle, her tits exposed, only her cum stained panties remained on her. She seemed so exhausted....then the cold water hit her.

"Aaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii....she screamed as SupergirlTammi sprayed her with the hose. She tried to block it with her hand but the rush of water covered her, she was drenched. Her hair stuck to her, her panties were now completely wet, her entire body was soaked as the villains laughed at her. She looked around, the race queens were all being led away, even the reporter was bound and gagged and being pushed by them. Arkoma waved a final good bye as he and Benny parted.

"AAAAAiiiiiiiiiiiii" Tammi sprayed her again, she was in a puddle of water.

"..cough....cough..." Supergirl lay shivering.

Tammi smiled circling her, she picked up a length of rope and headed for Supergirl. Tammie turned her on her stomach, pulling the wet heroine's hands behind her. Supergirl felt the cord loop her wrist she felt her bare ankles being bound by the henchmen. Tammi pulled the rope tight against the heroine, she looped her shoulders making sure Supergirl knew she was going to be roped tight. Tammi relished this, she looked at the naked heroine beneath her, she had stripped her proud uniform and now she was going to show the world Supergirl was nothing.

"And here's a little present to make sure you don't regain your powers before you're found." Tammi held in her hand a small vibrating cock.

"N-no...please..I've had enough...." Tammi ignored her and pulled her panties open, planting the cock just inside Supergirl's panties, the cock vibrated against her lips, Supergirl's panties holding it in.

"You like that slut ?" Tammi teased, she pushed the cock harder against Supergirl causing her to shutter.

"OOOOhhhhhhh...." ....'My poor pussy' Supergirl thought.

Tammie pushed the cock again and this time it entered the heroine with a 'SLOTHING' sound.

"OOOhhhhmmmmmnnnnggggggg...."

"Still wet huh sweets." Tammie smiled at the wide eyed heroine."Come on, lower the rope."

Supergirl tried to look behind her, her legs were lifted as a massive hook was placed between her ankles. Slowly she was raised until her entire body was suspended just below the large screen.

"There, there is your mighty Supergirl !" Tammi giggled. "Now wait until your precious Chief sees you now, I want everyone to know how I beat Supergirl. Tammi tossed her badge to the floor.

Supergirl hung suspended upside down, her hair matted to her, dripping wet in nothing but her panties that were soaked as well as the buzzing device echoed between her legs. Drops of water dripped from her plump wet tits, she squirmed unable to break free as the crowd below stared at the fallen hero. The villains had fled, she would eventually be rescued by the police......but how humiliating for her. How could she explain being hung up like a piece of meat, the symbol of the villain's conquest. Could she recover from this? Could she track the fiends down and save the race queens ?