The Trial of Supergirl - Part 2

Chapter 11: Amazon Games

Supergirl felt a hand reaching down to her, pulling her to her feet. She stumbled a bit, her thighs still trembling and the feeling of oozing man seed dripped slowly from between her legs. Her once glorious costume was ravaged, torn and covered in dirt and a blend of sweat and sex juices that glimmered off her playmate like body. She stood; her breath still heavy and chest heaving after countless orgasms, her muscles seemed tired and heavy.

“Come here girl!” The Amazon ordered her, dragging the once formidable Supergirl in her wake. She pulled her and stood her up against a nearby wall, facing her. Behind them both the curious but confused crowd kept their distance, trying to peer past the naked back of Wonder Woman to see what was going on.

“What, are you going to do with me?” a feeble Supergirl asked turning her head in shame; she couldn’t bear the thought of being subjugated by an equally arrogant heroine such as herself. She had never been before been put in such a position where she was forced to plead for her freedom.

“I know how powerful you can be, I’ve read the JLA files on you. I also know that your super powers allow you to regenerate those powers quickly if you are not properly restrained.”

Supergirl could only watch as the tall Amazon pulled her bound hands forward. She watched as Wonder Woman undid the smooth golden lasso from around her wrist, leaving only the single loop over her left wrist.

“Afraid what will happen if you completely release me?” Supergirl mocked her hoping to get the chance.

“In your state now?” She laughed in Supergirl’s face.

Supergirl turned away again, her face red and angry. If she only had a chance she would show the smug bitch how powerful and cunning she could be, it was only luck that Zatanna’s desperate spell had overpowered her. She had easily handled all three of them before then.

“Turn!” Wonder Woman spun her around, pulling Supergirl’s hands behind her back, now re-tying her with the soft strange material of the lasso. Supergirl suddenly caught the glimpse of a different shadow now appearing behind her. She peeked behind her and saw the exhausted and disheveled form of the sorcerer Zatanna.

“Enjoy yourself?” Wonder Woman mocked her as well.

“Shut up!” she spat back. “If it wasn’t for me this bitch would have gotten away!”

“Serves you right, that spell was too careless.” Wonder Woman chided her as Supergirl groaned at the tightness of the rope loosening around her wrist. “You spilled a lot of HER blood…do you have enough left for any powers?”

Supergirl picked up on something strange just then.

“What do you mean ‘her’ blood? Ohhmmmggg...” Supergirl asked but was shoved hard into the wall like a criminal. Wonder Woman kicked her legs apart spreading them wide until Supergirl’s tiny gravel stained skirt rode up her round ass.

“I bet you wish it was an inch or two longer now.” Wonder Woman teased her looking down at the skimpy red skirt.

Supergirl could only grit her teeth, she could feel the cool wind blowing between her legs, and she couldn’t look back but knew her naked peach was exposed from behind. How dare they treat her like this! She tried to struggle against the lasso. Wonder Woman held most of it in her own hands, only a single golden strand wrapped around Supergirl’s wrist, tied at the loop in the lasso….but still she couldn’t break free from its spell.

“I think I still have power for only one, maybe two spells.” Zatanna answered.

“Good, dress her.” Wonder Woman ordered Zatanna.

“What? Her? What about me?” She showed her the torn fishnets and stained portions of her own costume.

“They will want her unmarked, undamaged and presentable.” Wonder Woman replied.

Supergirl had no idea what they were talking about. They who? The press? The Police? Were they planning to hold another Presser to show off the capture of Supergirl?? She heard the typical sucking of female teeth behind her from the agitated superhorine and then a sudden glowing around her body. In a flash her costume had been repaired. The boldness of the red, yellow and blue stood out again. She could even smell the freshness of the fine satin and …thank goodness, she felt the tight pull of her costume between her legs again, covering between her legs.

“Mmmm, very nice. Now Zatanna, you can find Powergirl waiting just in that alley. She will fly you back to base.”

“And you?”

“I’ll be taking her in.”

Supergirl heard Wonder Woman say in an almost joyous manner. She heard the leaving footsteps of Zatanna and tried to turn her gaze back to Wonder Woman.

“You’re taking me to JLA headquarters?” She asked then her voice rose shockingly. “Hey what are you doing??”

“Not quite” Wonder Woman said lifting Supergirl’s skirt. She pulled the long remainder of the lasso over the heroine’s yellow belt and inside her skirt. She then pulled the golden rope tightly between Suprgirl’s legs, wrapping it around her waist and again between her legs.

“Nnoonnnngggg….” Supergirl whimpered feeling the strange crotch rope pressing hard against the costumed pussy.”

“Well we don’t want you gaining your powers back do we?” Wonder Woman looped the lasso and pulled it back between the Maiden of Might’s ass and tied it securely. “There now, it’s hidden beneath your skirt, and if you struggle…” she tugged at Supergirl’s hands.

“Oooohhh…nnnngggggg…” Supergirl groaned, pulling at the restraints caused the golden lasso between her legs to crease deep into her smoldering pussy.

“Good so now you see.” Wonder Woman smiled turning her captive to face her. “And let’s add a little insurance so you don’t get any clever ideas.”

“What?? Have you gone insane? What are you…”

Supergirl watched helpless in horror as her shimmering blue top was stretched, pulled down around her shoulders until her breast were exposed. She struggled to pull away but again Wonder Woman pulled her hands upward causing the obedient lasso to pull tightly between soft thighs. She watched powerlessly as Wonder Woman pulled another smaller strand of the lasso from between her large tits.

The tiny strand of material sparkled in her hands and Supergirl could see small clamps on each end of it. She watched unable to stop her as she pulled her nipples from under the designer bra. The Amazon licked her fingers, caressed her captors nipple, making her erect.

And then suddenly Supergirl felt the tiny piercing of the lasso as she slipped it through her nipple and secured it. Her body tensed and a shower of excitement built in her sex. The sensation was a rush, indescribable as she felt more helpless than ever now.

“Hmmm, seems I don’t even need to prime this one.” Wonder Woman completed the bondage by applying it to the other. “Long ago, when there were wars on Paradise Island, this is how captured prisoners were transported.”

Wonder Woman pulled gently at the golden strand between the Maiden of Might’s tits.

“OHhhhhh…..” Supergirl moaned, feeling he sensation even down to her toes in her boots. She fluttered weakly as the unexpected sensation had also caused her to move erratically and the binding rope hidden beneath her skirt now creased her satin costume even deeper inside her, her knees buckled.

‘Wonder Woman was perfect for this.’ She thought to herself. ‘Who else on Earth would know exactly how to restrain and capture a powerful girl as herself?’ She blushed with the thought of being beaten and held so well…so complete. The bitch defiantly had a talent for it.

Wonder Woman smiled at the effect it had on the young Supergirl and she pulled the heroine’s top back up, hiding the nipple bondage as well.

“So you’re Supergirl?” she laughed as her finger danced of the large ‘S’ on the Princess of Power’s blouse, tracing it with her finger playfully.

Athena blushed, frustrated and humiliated to be in such a position. And then suddenly….Wonder Woman leaned in, pressing her large tits against Supergirl’s own sore chest and stole a kiss from her lips.

Supergirl’s eye grew wide with shock as the woman’s soft wet lips tasted her own and then suddenly pulled away.

“If only I had my chance at you.” The Amazon whispered as Supergirl’s heart raced. Was the Amazon a lesbian? A chill went down her back and the thought of her being bound by the lasso, being made to obey….if Wonder Woman ordered her to perform some horrible, distasteful act…..she would be bound to obey!

But instead she pulled Supergirl from the wall, and the two brightly costumed superheroines marched through the crowd of peering gawkers.

“Move!” she ordered her, Pushing the caped heroine forward.

Supergirl, the prisoner, was forced to walk past the astonished crowd. The once proud heroine in blazing red yellow and blue passed by them, captured and controlled by the superior heroine behind her. The big titted Wonder Woman marched behind her, her face showing a slight smile of accomplishment of mammoth proportions. Her lips suppressing a full smile each time Supergirl stumbled, knowing the effects the sudden movement had on the wedged lasso beneath her captured hostage’s skirt.

Supergirl’s hands barely bound behind her showed only the singular strand of lasso, which to some onlookers seemed puzzling to hold the mighty girl.

Some of the more ambitions boys in the crowd whispered among themselves of fantasies they had of having the beautiful blond Supergirl in a similar position. They openly whispered of fantastic fantasies of the beautiful and sexy Supergirl being their personal captive and the things they had dreamed of doing with such a hot and tempting girl as her, unaware that every word could be easily heard by her. Supergirl knew her powers were sometimes a curse and she couldn’t stop hearing the explicit details of the boys. She felt flushed and tried to ignore it, but listening to them describe the things they had dreamed of doing to her seemed to intrigue her.

She then heard their hearts race slightly as the restrained leggy girl in the tiny skirt passed them. The grand vision of seeing her in person seemed larger than life. The boys took in her curvaceously striking body as she passed by while others aimed their cell phones like a firing squad, capturing Supergirl’s shameful march past them.

Supergirl’s eyes could not meet there’s, she caught glimpses of the crowd as they watched her. Her heart raced as well, she had an urge to just die instead of enduring this humiliation of parading their once mighty hero past them to show how defeated and pathetic she was now. How the Amazon had bested her and now had the dominate superheroine of the planet her captive. But even stranger was the rising feeling inside her, an excitement she battled inside herself. Her sex tingled with the rising thrill of the humiliation of the bragged Maiden of Might being humbled and demonstrated in such a fashion.

Deep suppressed fantasies of her own rose to the surface, her broken will unable to stop them from playing out in her mind, afraid that they would discover her darkest secrets and perverted fantasies of her own. Her own deep hidden desires of being defeated and taken to task for everyone to truly see what a fashionable whore she was.

A deep fear shot inside of her now as she cold feel her resistance break for a moment. Her thoughts give way and the cold feeling of her own panties stained with the wetness now pressing beneath her skirt.

‘That damn lasso’ she thought imagining the oval shape of wetness that now was probably stained between her panties and the golden lasso’s friction with each step she took. But also the second restraint Wonder Woman had used on her, the portion of golden stretched between her two erect nipples played havoc with her as they brushed against the soft silkiness of her own costume. She resisted each assault trying her best to hold back the welling damn between her legs.

“Keep moving.” Wonder Woman shoved her noticing her hesitation as the crowd watched the once celebrated and most loved superheroine who had her photo on dozens of magazine covers and endorsed wholesome goods, now looked on as a criminal, forced to walk shamefully to justice.

“Move on bitch!” a man from the crowd reached behind her, lifting her skirt that showed her panty clad ass and slapped her hard as his friends exploded with laughter.

Supergirl bit her lip at the sudden shocking spanking, her ass cheek burning from the blow.

‘How dare they...’ her heart burst with the betrayal of the cruel crowd. The indignity only gave more rises to the tender wetness of her pussy.

Wonder Woman shoved the man backwards until he fell hard on his own ass. She threw a menacing look at the others to make sure they kept there distance. She looked back at Supergirl and noticed something strange in her demeanor. And then with a mischievous smile Wonder Woman leaned closer to her prisoner’s ear and whispered to her in her superior and aristocratic voice.

“Are you enjoying this slut?”

Supergirl blushed, her mouth fell open as her heart seemed to pummel inside of her chest.

“What if I lifted this rag of a skirt you have and let everyone see what’s going on underneath? She continued.

Supergirl’s legs felt weak, a bristle of cold sweat dripped down her spine.

“No…please you can’t….we’re heroines, its not right to …to…you have to take me in…..” she stammered.

“You are no long a heroine, stupid villain.” Wonder Woman fired back. “But you are correct; I can’t do that to you.” And to Supergirl’s surprise she felt her wrist freed from behind her back. Wonder Woman expertly and slyly undid the tie around her waist and pulled the remainder of the lasso out from over Supergirl’s belt. She gathered the lasso, her lips sneering as she felt some of the damp parts of her weapon. She snapped it back to her hips and approached Supergirl from behind again, whispering.

“But you’re going to do it to yourself.” Her hand cupped just the side of Supergirl’s tits, indicating the hidden lasso strung between Supergirl’s tits.

“I’m going to let you get a bit ahead of me and here’s what you’re going to do….” Her whisper went silent and Supergirl’s eyes grew wide. She had heard every word but the power of the lasso still compelled her to obey.

Wonder Woman stepped away, pretending to adjust the lasso at her side.

‘I can’t…why I can’t stop myself….’ Supergirl walked a few paces as she had been instructed to do and then fell to her knees. She moaned seductively, her hands pushing down the front of her skirt and then turning to the crowd she slowly lifted her skirt. Arching her back and bending forward until her exposed panty clad ass rose up. Phones cameras pointed towards her as men shoved each other madly, snapping over and over at the spectacle. She lifted her own skirt and spread her knees wide as she had been ordered to give them a full view of the creased blue strip of costume running over her pussy from behind.

‘Please…please….I can’t stop…no…this cant be happening...’ Her mind begged but her body ignored her.

Her fingers slipped over her own pussy, pushing her nails sensuously over her satin mound, up and down.

“Fuck me please…please….someone fuck me…..please fuck me…..” her mouth begged to them. Inside her heart raced, her body was hot and charged with passion. Her face blushed bright red; her eyes closed tight, the only indication of her resistance to the powers over her. Beneath her blouse, still clamped tightly between her nipples, the gold strand glowed hidden from all.

The crowd watched dumbstruck. They couldn’t believe what they were witnessing. They watched as she moaned louder, her hips moving slowly, masturbating before all of them. It was unreal, Supergirl had gone mad. She teased her own pussy, snapping at the tapered costume.

‘I want you to finger yourself like you do in private in that slut outfit…I know you’re done that before….’ That was her words…’make yourself cum.’

Supergirl went into a sudden panic, she sweated heavily, trembling to resist the final order, she couldn’t…she just couldn’t…

But the people gasped absolutely shocked as a small blue oval of darkness appeared between her legs. The exposed thin blue strip of costume showed the spot grow before their eyes into the unmistakable shape. A clear spot of sexual wetness could be visibly seen as the whirl of zoom lenses panned into her honey spot.

“You’re a disgrace!” Wonder Woman lifted her back to her feet in front of the confused crowd but still there was much chatter in the crowd as the now shaken Supergirl passed.

“Cant believe ……Supergirl?”

“I heard she slept with him to get inside the…..”

“…..sex tapes…….shocking!...celebrity slut, they’re all fucked up…finally got her”

Supergirl was lead to the end of the street and felt Wonder Woman’s hand on her shoulder.

“You’re not going to get away with that little stunt Diana.” she said with her fist clasp, still in the power of the lasso.

“You feel the need to humiliate me? If we’re going to the League, I want to meet with Batman or Black Canary…..do that and I’ll forgive what you did.” She motioned half hearted to her left but heard nothing but silence behind her. She turned to see Wonder Woman looking down the street at something. A black cargo van sped to them, pulling up just in front of them as the door slid open.

Two men in black Kato mask jumped from the open door and took hold of Supergirl.

“What? What’s going onmmmfffff….” A large wad of material was shoved in her mouth and just as quickly the second man placed a large piece of tape over her mouth, securely gagging her. She struggled as much as she could but the men overpowered her, pushing her inside the van quickly.

“Finally we got her.” The masked man took hold of her hands, pulling them up her back.

“Good job Wondie, now you too, let’s go.”

Supergirl was seated inside of the vehicle, straining to scream past her gag as Wonder Woman stepped inside also. The door closed and they quickly sped away.

Chapter 12: Baby Steps

Supergirl looked at her captors silently, her mouth still filled with the cloth and sealed with a small square piece of tape. One of the masked men gathered her hands behind her back securely; even through she was still under the control of the small piece of golden lasso stretched underneath her costume and pierced each of her erect nipples. She watched helplessly as the van navigated through the downtown traffic taking her to an unknown destination. She knew whoever these people were; they were not with the police. Her eyes darted to Wonder Woman who sat obediently and silently to her left.

‘But how is she involved?’ Supergirl wondered to herself.

“We’re on the way.” One of the masked men spoke into a small device then removed his mask looking slyly at her.

‘Conner!’ Supergirl had almost guessed that somehow it was all tied together as she looked at the blond playboy smirking at her.

“Great, I can finally get my life back.” The man behind her commented then removed his mask as well.

Supergirl’s eyes strained to see his face but he soon, almost mockingly, popped in front of her. She gasped silently beneath the tape gag.

“Surprised to see me?” The second man asked as Supergirl now stared at an exact double of Conner Kingsley. She stared into the exact deep blue eyes and golden shoulder length hair as the other, even the manners and speech were exact.

“Game over for you Supergirl.” He said jokingly. “No need for secrets anymore where you’re going.”

She felt his hand from behind her, circle her waist then cup her breast, toying with her. Supergirl felt him squeeze her where the lasso had pierced her nipple.

“mmmmffffffnnn…” She moaned as the ting of pain and excitement seemed to arouse her strangely.

“Hmm, it’s a good thing Angela isn’t here.” The first quipped.

“Shut up you!” The Conner behind her snapped back. “You had all the fun last time when I was sitting in that filthy police station.”

“Then maybe you should have fucked her on the steps of the station instead of toying with her.” He replied.

“We’re here.” The driver’s voice came from the front as Supergirl watched the van turn into a narrow alleyway between two large buildings as a disguised entrance opened and swallowed the van inside.

Inside was a large room where an attractive woman in a business suit sat at a receptionist desk.

“Good evening Mr. Kingsley, they’ve been asking for you nonstop, especially Miss Yeung.” The receptionist said pleasantly not even taken aback or shocked by the sight of the gagged superheroine being escorted between the two identical men or the sight of Wonder Woman trailing behind.

“There you are!” a woman’s voice rang through the room.

Supergirl watched as a petite young pretty girl barely in her twenties approached her with long flowing hair. The girl was dressed in an expensive black and white polka dot designer silk dress that wrapped itself around her curvaceous form well and accented her cleavage. She had a wide girlish smile and a deceptive innocence about her look. Supergirl had of course seen this girl before on several magazine covers for movies and tabloid front pages of gossip. She was one of the younger aspiring starlets who the paparazzi often stalked. What was she doing here?

“You’re late! The meeting has already started and your father is stretching for time now.” The girl turned her attention to Supergirl looking her up and down as a group of others quickly approached her from behind.

“Yeah I know baby, it seems the Wonder Woman had a bit of fun with her before delivery.” Conner said embracing the young girl and greeting her with a kiss.

“Really? That’s not in the design….” A man with a lab coat examined Wonder Woman carefully.

“There are a lot of things not in the design if you ask me.” Conner threw a look at his double.

“So this is THE Supergirl?” the girl asked looking her over. “She’s not much older than I am. Very nice, I can see why he went to so much trouble to get her.”

Supergirl tried to resist, struggling as best she could but the men held her tightly on each arm. She watched silently gagged as the girl examined her costume, pawing at the smooth blue material of her top and even cupping her breast.

“Very nice this look on you dear, very sexy on its own, very sexy on you, but maybe we can ‘Diva’ it up a bit? Two inches off the skirt!” she ordered and a girl from behind Supergirl timidly approached her and began cutting and ripping the lower portion of her skirt.

“Take care of her hair; she looks like she’s been rolling around on the pavement. And Chase, polish her boots and oil her legs all the way up to that little tight ass, make her shine like a billion dollars.”

Supergirl winced as the crass young girl slapped her ass and prodded over her like some prized piece of meat waiting to be severed to hungry diners. Her eyes followed the circling woman.

“Stpppp..” Supergirl tried to say as all around her the assistants began quickly working on her.

“Be still you silly girl!” The petite girl ordered her placing her hands on Supergirl’s hips to straighten her.

She looked down at the assistant now hemming the skirt so short that the bottom of her satin blue panties peeked from underneath. The girl paused looking up at Supergirl for a moment then called to the woman again.

“Miss Yeung, there’s something here! Something you should see.” the girl hemming the skirt had seen the salty darken stains on the satin material between Supergirl’s legs, the remains of Wonder Woman’s vindictive orders for her to cum in the middle of a crowd of onlookers.

Supergirl’s heart raced as several of the assistants leaned forward to see the discovery. Her face blushed red with embarrassment and she trembled against the magic binding her, trying to free herself, she want so much to pull away from their prying eyes but the spell held her, she was forced to remain still as the girl, Angela lifted the flimsy front of her mangled skirt high until Athena was exposed to all.

“Ew, her panties already have salt stains!” Angela said in a loud boasting voice discovering the darken marks on Supergirl’s satin blue panties. “She’s been wet this whole time?” Angela asked. “I’ve heard how kinky these supers are….”

Supergirl’s heart sank as the cold sweat of rage and frustration chilled her body. She felt so embarrassed that she wanted to rip each of them apart, her fist clenched and brow furled but her body did not respond to pleading in her mind. She felt so helpless that it was driving her crazy. Her legs seemed to quiver as the woman’s sharp painted nails stroked the darken spots then tugged at the heroine’s panties.

Supergirl gasped unsure what the girl was about to do.

“No difference,” the girl said quickly, “it’s authentic to the costume, let’s let the audience eyes discover it as well, it plays into her little superheroine slut image anyway….the guest will love it.” The teenage sounding voice of ‘Baby’ stung her ears and in the minutes she had known this girl she hated her as much as Conner. She had read the rumors of how this rude little starlet lacked any manners or respect for other more senior people she had worked with, she was just like Conner, having the world bow to her.

“And crease her panty line higher, so we can see a tease of her pussy from the sides.” Angela tucked and pulled at Supergirl’s panties until the blue material covered only the front opening of Supergirl’s sex, The inviting shimmer of satin blue ran smoothly along the front of her tender clit, the sides of her pussy spilling from either side.

“mmm, cameltoe.” Conner laughed lighting up a cigarette admiring his girlfriends work.

‘Perverts! Why are they doing this?’ She thought, somewhat surprised as somewhere deep inside her there seemed to be some sort of dark arousal building along with the feeling of being used and controlled in such a way. Never has anyone ever dared to treat Supergirl in this fashion! She felt as if they were somehow training her, trying to break her will until she willingly submitted to them from sheer humiliation.

“Hurry, hurry everyone!” The young woman smiled widely at Supergirl. Supergirl tried not to give away the sudden flutter and build of strange erotic excitement inside of her as the girl finished the final snips to make her micro mini skirt. Baby now inspected the job looking all around Supergirl. The mangled skirt seemed to hover just above Supergirl’s ass giving a slight view of her lush cheeks barely hidden by it.

“Good, good…I want plenty of dicks hard for her.” The bratty young girl said pulling the tape painfully away from Supergirl’s mouth. “We will be asking premium prices for this pretty little ah lian!”

“What’s going on here?? Release me or you all will be sorry! Your careers will be ruined when this gets out!” Supergirl said spitting out the disgusting cloth.

Just past Miss Yeung’s team was the thin nervous man in the lab coat. She watched as he timidly slipped past them close to her.

“She…she’s still powerless correct?” she heard him whisper behind her.

“If I were not, you would all be dead by now! Do you hear me?!” Supergirl said in her most threatening voice.

“As long as you got it right Prof. Miller, then we’ve got nothing to worry about right?” Conner’s brash cockiness was openly apparent as he slapped his hand on the uneasy man’s back.

The nervous man gulped hard, and then lifted Supergirl’s long flowing hair until he was at the back of her costume. He tugged at her collar just between her bare back and her cape. Supergirl could feel something cold and metallic being pushed inside her costume. It felt like a small flat object, curving to fit her back.

“What is that?? What are you doing?” She struggled to turn and see behind her.

“Owww!!!” Supergirl grimaced as it seemed dozens of pins penetrated her back and she felt the cold metal of the device seem to lower and attach itself just over her spine.

‘What was that? What are they up to?’ she asked herself but was suddenly distracted.

“Baby, what are those for?” Conner asked watching as Angela carried over a set of wrist and ankle shackles. “Those wont hold her if this damn thing doesn’t work on her!!”

“It’s for theatrics!” the girl said as pleasantly as she clamped each of silver cuffs over Supergirl’s booted ankles until they clicked into place. “People want to see the sexy captive superheroine brought in, in chains! Princess of superheroines captured!” She pulled the chain attaching the anklets to the wrist restraints and clamped each over the soft blue of Supergirl’s costume, binding each of Supergirl’s wrists. “Very exotic…very Hollywood, baby… very sexy!” Her hand gently lifted Supergirl’s chin slightly, admiring her work. “We never did this for the others, but SHE is special, she’s the crown jewel of their kind. We’ve been after her for months now.”

“I’m not doing anything; I demand that you release me!” Supergirl threatened in her most dangerous voice yet.

“I don’t know what they’ve told you Miss Yeung but I am the real Supergirl, and this is a serious crime.”

“Shut your mouth wondergirl or Supergirl, whatever you call yourself old lady! I know exactly what I’m doing.”

“This…’spell’ will not hold me forever. I don’t know what you think you’re going to do, but when I get free, all of you are…..” she stopped suddenly watching as the girl now tugged on the shoulders of her costume.

Supergirl fell silent as the woman pulled her costume down to her elbows on each side now exposing her beautiful round tits and the golden lasso stretched between them. Her heart raced as the girl’s brown eyes caught hers in a dead stare and then slowly Angela examined the lasso piercing Supergirl’s breast, with great caution she began to undo the lasso.

“So you’ve finally come to your senses.” Supergirl watched her intently, she knew they had no intention of releasing her, something strange was going on. There was no way they would release her so easily. Her eyes cut back to Wonder Woman who now approached her from behind. She grabbed Supergirl at the elbows, holding her steady. Athena glanced back to her and took note of her body’s position behind her. Wonder Woman would be the only one who could challenge her…but Supergirl had no intention of allowing the Amazon to take her this time once the lasso was removed.

‘This is it!’ she thought watching as the woman removed the first side the lasso from her nipple. Supergirl’s heart raced, she tried to keep composed, watching for any trace of their plan. She felt confident that whatever they thought could hold her she would easily defeat.

“Oh healing already?!” the girl exclaimed as the small piercing from Supergirl’s erect nipple healed instantaneously. Hesitantly she looked back as if waiting for someone to stop her.

Supergirl could feel herself regaining control of her movements. She flexed her arms, ready to pounce as soon as she was free of the golden bindings. She could tell they were unsure about something, something hinged on these next few moments.

Angela turned and carefully removed the second binding from Supergirl’s perky tits and stepped back, her eyes fixed on Supergirl.

The mighty maiden of might flexed her hands, she was in control again!

“Big mistake….BIG mistake…” The leggy superheroine smirked as she pulled her costume back in place. She looked down at the shimmering ‘S’ on her chest now unruffled by the imprint of the hidden lasso. She felt a rush of her old self return all at once.

“I don’t know what game you were playing at but you’re all going to prison…and you,” she looked at the two Conner Kingsleys standing in almost mirror image of each other. “Both of you are going to admit to everything when I’m done here!”

Supergirl felt the sudden charge and vigor of a weight lifted from her. She was again master of her own movements. Her eyes narrowed as all around her they stared silently at her. Angelababy was no long prattling on about some stupid schedule. The mighty Supergirl clenched her fist and pulled at the steel shackles holding her. She was ready to spring into action!!

“As soon as I’m…..” she stopped suddenly. The Chains around her wrist wouldn’t break. Supergirl looked confused for a moment. She could feel her powers inside of her, she had torn similar and even larger bindings like tissue paper before. She pulled again at the steel but nothing happened.

“Oh, not so tough anymore, huh bitch?” Angela laughed as suddenly the silence all around Supergirl was shattered with the snickering and giggling of her captors.

“I…I don’t understand…what’s going on? What did you do to me?” The perplexed superheroine demanded.

“Big mistake…BIG mistake, haha” the laughing girl placed her hands on her hips imitating Supergirl’s signature pose, mocking her.

“What were you saying Supertits?” both boys laughed in unison.

Rage and humiliation built inside Supergirl. She turned quickly slamming her elbow into Wonder Woman’s midsection. Wonder Woman taken by surprised doubled over in pain releasing her grip on Supergirl.

“I may not have my powers back yet, but it doesn’t make me any less a Hero!” Supergirl shouted back at the now stunned crowd. She lunged for the bratty girl, grabbing her and pulling the linked chain of her shackles over the woman’s neck.

“Release me now or she dies!” Supergirl said in her most harden and desperate voice.

“Kill her.” Conner said calmly. “Oh….but you won’t, will you? It’s against some great heroine code isn’t it? You’re bluffing sweetheart. Even if you had all your power back, standing in that whore of a costume, and it meant loosing yourself, you couldn’t do it! Could you?” he said harshly.

Deep inside Supergirl knew he was right, she tried to stay true to her bluff, her heart pounding and mind racing for a way out.

“Try me.” She tried to sound convincing as the spoiled debutant struggled against her, tugging at the chain over her throat.

Wonder Woman started towards her but was stopped.

“No need for that.” Supergirl’s eyes turned toward the sulking little man in the lab coat who had spoken. “There’s a better way.” He said then began tapping a device that looked like a small phone.

“…..nnnngggggggaaahhhhh!!!” Supergirl’s legs buckled. Her body tingled all over as a sudden rush of pressure built between her legs. Her hands now released her grip on the girl and Angela slammed her own elbow hard between the caped superheroine’s legs.

“AAAAaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!” Supergirl fell to her knees, cupping her throbbing sex. Her nipples seemed overly sensitive beneath the tight satin costume and her entire body seemed to float in passion. She fought the overwhelming feeling of wanting to release as her temperature seemed to rise beyond control. Her hips buckled uncontrollable as if some invisible partner were penetrating her. She felt the full sexiness of her own costume with every small movement was a new arousal. Her libido seemed to have been turned on by a switch somehow and was beyond her own control. Was it her imagination or could she feel someone squeezing her breast and the wet unmistakable feeling of a dancing tongue making quick work of her anus. Her body tensed and her toes curled inside her boots. Was she going mad?? She couldn’t think straight, she was overwhelmed with the desire to be fucked and used in any fashion, and the more daring the better…she just needed the release like a drug addict needed a fix.

“What did you …aaahnnngggg…do to me?” she struggled to ask, loosing control of her own body. Her legs trembling, her thoughts were no long strategies of escape, but filled with lustful fantasies she had hidden deep inside herself, perverted fantasies that allowed for her own sexual demise.

“That’s enough, don’t damage her! I think she understands now. It’s time to go.” Angela said waving her arms frantically.

Just as it had started, suddenly the chaotic feelings and erotic desires were gone. Supergirl looked up out of breath a the smiling man in the lab coat and now remembered the slender device he had inserted inside her costume and attached itself to her back.

‘This was responsible.’ She thought trying to compose herself. She knew she had to be free of it somehow to get her true powers back.

“You stupid whore!” the agitated girl ran over to Supergirl helping her to her feet. “If you weren’t worth billions to us, I would have you killed right now you fucking little costumed slut!” She pulled Supergirl up painfully by her hair.

“Let’s go.” Conner said as he flashed his playboyish smile from behind Supergirl, pulling the devious looking Angela away. “Maybe when this is over, you’ll have your chance with her, Baby.”

“Whatever, I’m going to need to renegotiate my rates with your dad.”

Supergirl’s shimmering red cape danced behind her as she was pushed past the opening room and into a hallway. They moved at a quick pace, trying to keep up with Angela as she lead the way. Supergirl found walking difficult, the steel cuffed leggings gleamed over the red leather of each of her boots and only allowed for small strides. Where was this mad journey going to end for her? Somehow she had to plot her escape and clear herself.

“Come, come. Bring her.” The pissed Angela said bluntly. “I can’t wait to see what those old fat old men do with your precious ass princess.” She spat backwards.

The hallway emptied into an even larger room than before. The woman pulled her inside the large dark cool room to the center where a marker had been placed for her to stand. Supergirl strained to see what type of room this was in the darkness, and then noticed the large heavy velvet curtains placed just feet away from her.

“Now Supergirl,” the young girl stood on the tips of her toes to whisper to her delightfully, “you are now property of the Kingsley Corporation…”

“Never!”

“Like it or not ‘Supergirl’” she said sneering her lips. “Your days as the world’s number one superheroine are over, and I’m going to enjoy every bit of it!”

She turned and with Conner in tow darted into the darken background.

Supergirl turned to say something just as the large curtain before her was parted. She shielded her eyes from the blinding light until finally she could see them.

Chapter 13: The Price of Fame

Benjamin Kingsley ascended the stairs to the stage with a brash confidence and staggered grace seen rarely. He brushed back his short salt and peppered hair that had been cut the morning before by a stylish flown in from Morocco. His suits were hand made from silk spun from the finest shops imported from Italy. The Swiss wrist watch he wore was worth more than many small countries would see for the year. He smiled and nodded as he climbed the steps to the stage. His suave demeanor gave the illusion of him gliding along the long floor. At fifty he was rugged and well built, direct, and used to getting what he wanted. He had built his empire by his own hands, and would sacrifice anyone to defend it.

“Good afternoon dear friends!!” he said in jovial and playful voice as he stood behind the podium at center. Two men with camera and microphone crouched along the bottom of the stage panning his image to two large overhead video screens

“As I look around this room, I see the life blood of our world today. The true kings of the world, without us society would cease to exist, economies would collapse and anarchy would rule the world. As I have stated in our previous meetings, “for those who enjoy the best life has to offer, only the things we cannot obtain truly thrill us.” He paused to a small splatter of applause from the hundred or so men and women gathered together.

“As you know, Kingsley Enterprises has a large portfolio. We drill for oil in Arabia, the diamond and gold mines along the South African coast, extracting uranium for our weapons division in Kazakhstan. Our manufacturing spans all continents, our media stations blanket a variety of movie and prints in forty countries and fourteen different languages. But those divisions pale in comparison to our latest endeavors.” He paused. “Project23, Advanced Fantasies Realization came into effect just last year with great success. Anything is possible…for a price; you can truly indulge in your wildest fantasies of anything or anyone!”

There was a smatter of applause from the gathered people watching as servants moved between them refilling fluted wine glasses.

“As the project has grown, we have achieved in securing some of the more, choice request of our clients, but today, we have out done even ourselves…..

Before:

“Now Supergirl,” the young girl stood on the tips of her toes to whisper to her delightfully, “you are now property of the Kingsley Corporation…”

“Never!”

“Like it or not ‘Supergirl’” she said sneering her lips. “Your days as the world’s number one superheroine are over, and I’m going to enjoy every bit of it!”

She turned and with Conner in tow darted into the darken background.

Overhead, Supergirl could see two large screens flashing images of her from various TV spots and even a modeling session she had done for charity. She watched as many of the scenes were cut close to her, moving up from foot level up her body then panning out to show her in the tight fitted familiar blue and red caped costume. She watched thinking the camera man seemed to focus quite a bit on her back legs and the bouncing flap of her mini skirt as the wind billowed. In the background several young men could be seen staring at this with wagging tongues, unaware that their expressions were captured by the camera.

Supergirl turned to say something just as the large curtain before her was parted. She shielded her eyes from the blinding light until finally she could see them.

Now:

He paused then turned to the closed curtain behind him.

“Esteemed guest, I present to you ……..SUPERGIRL!!!”

As the curtain opened Supergirl’s eyes came into focus to see the tall silver haired man standing on stage to her right. Past him the room was filled with several seated people in divided glass cubicles. She strained to focus her eyes coming from the darkness to see each cubicle contained a table with plush chairs. On nearly every one she could see expensive caviar and fine fruits. Bottles of champagne chilled to the side on silver stands as girls dressed alike manned each cubicle refilling glasses and seeing to the needs of the guest. The Men and women seated in each enjoyed a darken silhouette from the lights that made it impossible for her to see them from the stage, but she could see that many of them were dressed in everything from expensive western style business suits to traditional cultural dress from the East. They seemed to stare at her from their hidden views, tipping their glasses in approval.

“What’s the meaning of this?” She demanded testing the chains again. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“As you can see, she is the real thing.”

Supergirl’s anger grew as he completely ignored her and continued addressing the crowd.

“Whatever you have planned, it’s not going to work. Do you know who I am?” the laughter from the crowd only pissed her off more.

“Supergirl, allow me to introduce myself. I am Benjamin Kingsley, founder and owner of the Kingsley Corporation.” He walked over to her seemingly taken in by his first personal look at Supergirl. His eyes looked over the petite young girl, amazed that this was the true “Supergirl” in such a young and tight package.

“I know who you are, scum. You set this whole thing up, didn’t you? You used your son, maybe told him the money would stop if he didn’t get involved in your scheme to lure me out.”

“Hmmm…I see you’re more than just a pretty face Supergirl.” He said circling her as the camera men followed behind getting views from the back of Supergirl’s nearly exposed ass in the stripped down skirt.

“You made sure I would find that stolen car ring and everything just snowballed from there. Bur why? Why would you go to so much trouble to tarnish my image when I know your people had drugged me just the night before?”

“To answer that, let’s meet some previous stage guest.” He motioned behind her.

Supergirl turned to see several people she hadn’t noticed standing in a line at the back of the stage. Two large men stood at each end and in the middle were four bound and gagged superheorines. At the end she immediately noticed the witch Zatanna in her fishnets and campy magician costume, Powergirl seemingly struggling but somewhat obedient, and Wonder Woman. The Amazon princess was bound and gagged as the others, missing were her belt, bracelets and magic lasso. She looked angry and agitated having to be displayed as a prisoner in front of Supergirl. Athena could tell from her eyes that she seemed as pissed off at her captors as she did having Supergirl see her like this. The first girl Supergirl had never seen before. The girl had long black hair and wore a golden bikini like costume with matching mask and cape. A large emblem with the letter “GA” had been sewn into the golden top on her left breast.

“These are superheroines, how dare you have us tied up like this!” Supergirl said aghast. “You can’t do this to us!!”

The man smiled slyly then continued as Supergirl began pulling again at her cuffs.

“Our first request for a superheroine brought us the “Golden Avenger!” he laughed and Supergirl looked at the first girl in the golden costume. “Don’t be surprised if you never heard of her, she was a member of your fan club. A teen girl inspired by her idol Supergirl, admiring you, longing for the feeling of wearing one of those cock teasing skimpy costumes like yours. Making boys fall all over themselves for her while fighting crime and upholding justice, maybe posing for the cameras as the crowds cheered. Maybe someday becoming a celebrity like you Supergirl.”

Supergirl’s felt repulsed as his hands fell on her caped shoulders. Never had she wanted someone to touch her less than this. She looked at the young unknown girl and thought for a moment…was she responsible for this girl’s plight?

“It was her second night out as a “superheroine”, she had some success the night before foiling a mugging but when we came upon her, we captured her fairly easy. Her inexperience in the real world led to her being offered here.”

Supergirl’s fist clenched, her breath became short as he continued.

“But she was not the true idea of Project 23. Our clients want the chance to fuck a Real superheroine,”

Supergirl’s head turned away from him in defiance.

“We’re going to offer them the fantasy of their dreams in any way they desire, exclusive private adventures with the fulfillment of their deepest desires, no matter how fetish, kinky or erotic…any way they want you, Supergirl. It will be the first time we’ve offered a superheroine open to every bidder.”

“Never!” Supergirl’s long hair whirled around as she threw him a threatening look. “I will never allow such a thing to happen!”

“You don’t have a choice Supergirl. Or would you prefer I have Professor Miller turn you into a withering little slut for us right now with his device?”

Supergirl’s heart raced, she tried to suppress the look of shock on her face as she remembered her previous encounter in the dressing area.

“hmm…and since we have you and these other famous superheroines, I don’t think we have a need for a fake.”

Supergirl heard his last words and her eyes turned to the young blonde heroine in the golden costume.

“NO!!!!!!!!!” she screamed but it was too late. The large henchman standing beside the girl pulled a gun from beneath his jacket and fired shots into her. The wide eyed bound girl seemed to scream and plead behind her gag and mask as she fell forward from the several blazing shots behind her. Blood spilled across her body, staining her shimmering golden costume in a deep hue of red and ran down her smooth white skin. The shapely young girl seemed to fall in slow motion as a rain of her own blood splattered across the stage and pooled out from her body. The Golden Avenger, the blonde teen superheroine lay motionless at his feet, eyes staring dead into the floor.

A few screams and uneasy moans seemed to rumble in shock from the crowd of unseen guest as the remaining three heroines lunged at the gun man only to fall before their second step. Their bound hands clasped between their legs as they fell to their knees. Each girl moaned uncontrollable, biting into their gags. They collapsed to the floor, hips swaying back and forward as if some invisible fiend were having his way with them.

Supergirl’s hair stood on ends, she had experienced this herself just a short while ago. She quickly spun around to see Professor Miller standing backstage tapping his device and the young actress/model Angela standing beside him enjoying the sudden surprise and situation of the powerful costumed girls. She made eye contact with Supergirl, unseen by anyone else and slowly nodded towards her as if to say “you girls have finally gotten what you deserved”.

“You Bastard, how could you murder that girl in cold blood!!?” The powerless Supergirl tried to reach out to him but was stopped by the shackles.

“It’s because she won’t be missed. Once we capture a superheroine, our labs have perfect replicas built and designed to take their place.”

The second Wonder Woman, who had helped in Supergirl’s abduction, now walked onto the stage. She glanced mischievously at her bound counter part struggling and cumming on her knees before proceeding in grabbing the Golden Avenger’s lifeless legs and dragging the dead superheroine from the stage.

“You cloned them?” Supergirl asked in shock.

“Cybernetics, she is a machine on the inside. By duplicating the heroines DNA they can replicate the features of the genes inside and eventually duplicate powers not quiet as powerful as the original but convincing. Your Kryptonian DNA is too complex for us to decipher, therefore Supergirl had to disappear for her own reasons.”

Supergirl looked at Zatanna, Powergirl and Wonder Woman. Finally the device had been idled and the three lay exhausted, gasping on the stage floor. The trail of blood lay just beside them where the girl had been dragged off.

“We captured them months ago and replaced them each with a duplicate. Can you imagine the search the Justice League would launch if Wonder Woman had gone missing for so long? Instead they see them at every meeting, unaware. Even “their” powers cannot distinguish the difference.”

“What? Get your hands off of me!” Supergirl struggled as the tall man spun her to face the audience again.

“And you Supergirl are safer here than out there where you are a wanted murderess.”

“What???” Supergirl stammered as she was being pushed to the front of the stage.

“It seems the bodies of Zatanna and Powergirl were found after your very public fight and escape. The police have orders to shoot you onsite, and thanks to the kryptonite tipped bullets provided by the Luthor Corporation.” He waved to a hidden figure in the audience. “, they have every intention of killing you before you do anymore damage.” He now was reaching around her, grabbing the ends of her skirt in his hands.

“You destroyed your own clones?” she asked stunned at what lengths he would go to, her hands fell to the front of her skirt, pulling it down from being raised.

“Yes and now that the world knows those two are dead, I don’t see any reason why I should trouble myself with the real ones anymore. After all, it was you Supergirl we really wanted.”

Supergirl felt him again look towards his goon holding the gun. She turned to see the henchman again draw his weapon and place the end against Zatanna’s bowed head.

“No!! Don’t!!!” she shouted.

The henchman looked back at Benjamin, awaiting orders to execute.

“I’ll…I’ll do whatever you want…” Supergirl said timidly. “Just spare them…please…I’ll do whatever you ask….” Her chin fell to her chest, defeated and broken. An unusual feeling of helplessness and surrender crept over her as she brushed away a welling tear. Her heart raced, pounding inside her chest at the sudden adrenalin rush.

“Good girl.” Billionaire Benjamin Kingsley said brashly. He moved beside her like a great hunter finally bagging his prey. It was the same pride and cunning in his stride when he closed a major deal or crushed a competitor’s business. He now had a precious resource that no one else possessed and he intended to use her for as much profit as he could. He smiled, thinking of a crass joke, that Supergirl for years was literally sitting on this potential and never knew it.

Supergirl felt limp, her entire body seemed to tingle under their watching eyes. She had never felt this defeated before. She hated herself for having to comply with the villain’s wishes but she didn’t have a choice, the lives of some of the world’s most admired heroines hang in the balance. She glanced again back at the three weak superheroines behind her and the two threatening henchmen standing over them with weapons in hand, she couldn’t face the thought of being truly responsible for their deaths.

Kingsley removed a key from his pocket and undid the shackles from her wrist and ankles. “You don’t need to be restrained do you? You’ll obey as told correct?”

Strangely Supergirl felt aroused by her new position of vulnerability.

“yes.” She said solemnly while a sexual excitement seemed to rise inside of her as well as a new energy of exhilaration filled the room.

“Ladies and Gentlemen.” Kingsley addressed the hidden faces in the audience. “Your number one requested fantasy!” He took Supergirl’s hands and placed them on the front of her skirt, curling her fingers under the end and gave her a knowing look.

“Bidding is officially open!”

Supergirl’s heart raced. She unwillingly lifted her skirt to give them a look a her satin blue panties and shapely smooth thighs beneath it. The cameras zoomed into her sex giving the bidders a close detailed look between her legs, and to her horror, the salt stains that made an eerie lake of discoloration along the unmistakable edges of her pussy were now on the overhead display.

Supergirl jumped, startled by a sudden light from one of the hidden tables. A small soft white light illuminated on top of the table at the cubicle. She could see for the first time the occupants seated there, a large grinning man with a desperate look on his face. But as soon as his light was lit it was off again and the illumination jumped to another table of three men in dark suits.

“The highest bid for first fantasy now belongs to the DeWitt Brothers.” Kingsley said as he spun the heroine around to show them her back.

Supergirl forced herself to allow the fiend to lift her skirt and show off her panty clad ass to the rich perverts. Behind her she could see the reflection of the lights popping on and off faster now. She gasped as she felt his hand slide between her legs and cup his hand over her ass.

She winched suddenly as she felt the sharp slap across her shapely ass. He was pulling at her costume, wedging it between her pussy lips. Her breath had become short and quick as she allowed him to handle in whatever way he pleased. Her cape whirled as he spun her facing the audience again.

“No, please…don’t” She begged him but she could feel him hard behind her. Her soft slender body in the shimmering costume had excited him beyond his control as the lights from the bidders continued to flash.

“Don’t, please….not here…..” Supergirl begged as he forced her down to her knees, he bent her over, pushing her tits to the floor while her round ass aimed skyward. The small red skirt of her costume flipped backwards down her back as her cape with the Super emblem was pushed aside. Supergirl felt humiliated in this position, if only she had her powers she could save herself and the others, but she was looking up at the large screen where her costume covered peach was now being displayed with great grander. The tables flashed as the price climbed to be the first to have her privately on their own terms.

Her breath was heavy now, short and quick. She could feel an odd excitement swelling in he own sex. She felt the oncoming rush of wetness, fighting to put the tiger back in its cage…it was maddening.

“nnnffffggggg….” She tried to stifle her moan as she felt his finger pushing against her tender clit. She wondered what the bids were, taking a look into the crowd she gasped and her heart skipped a beat. She now noticed that as the lights lit up, she could see some familiar faces.

Jimmy Hayes, the young boy who powered his website into billions, face was now lit as the highest bidder for her. Supergirl thought back to just two months earlier when she had just been a guest at one of his charity parties…’had he known of this plot then?’ she wondered. Her attention quickly turned from the boy as another bidder put out his light with a higher bid. She felt him pulling at her costume, tugging the tight blue strip of material away from her covered sex.

“How many of you would like to be where I am right now? How many of you would like to fuck Supergirl?” He asked them as tears of frustration welled in her eyes. Supergirl clawed at the stage, defenseless to stop him while the others were being held hostage. She could feel the sudden exposure of her moist sex, turning to see the bidder’s lights again through her fallen hair.

She felt his hand again stroke her naked pussy, his fingers slick with her juice, to her shame he showed the excited crowd.

“Could this be happening? Is this real?” she asked herself hoping to wake up but instead she felt his fingers again, this time it was something cold and slippery, not on her sex but he had placed something greasy between her ass, just at her…

Her eyes went wide. Her face blushed a deep red hue and the hair on neck stood up.

“No, not like that! No, I wont allow it!” she tried to rise from her bent position but he was stronger than her. He pressed his hand into her back sending her back down to the floor and taking both her hands, crossing them behind the small of her back.

“No…don’t do this to me….not here….not like this…..you can’t…..” she begged him as tears of shame steamed down her lovely face.

“Let me show you ‘Supergirl’ what true power is.” She heard him say as she felt his rock hard cock position between her ass. “Let me show you what money and wealth can do, even to the most powerful girl in the world.” She felt him sliding between her buns, the tip of his penis now pressed gently against her anus.

“NO…NO…NO…don’t do this to me…..not in front of them all………please, I’m Supergirl….you can’t do this to me…..” she cried looking into the audience hoping for some rescue. But instead the flicker of the bidders only continued faster. One table seemed to be constantly competing with them all. She caught a flash of the man there in the dark suit and saw his face. The billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne stared down at her before another bid cloaked him in darkness again. She had never met him before but something about his eyes seemed familiar to her.

“Ahhhnngg…..don’t….mmmmmffff” She was suddenly brought back from her brief encounter as she felt his thick penis sliding on the lubrication and pushing into her virgin ass. Her toes curled inside her red boots, her body tensed as he penetrated her in the most degrading way.

“Even superheroines bow before Gods of industry, whore.” He pulled her arms backwards, making her take his cock deeper. “You crime fighters with your powers are nothing; see how easy I’ve brought you to your knees Supergirl?”

Her mouth fell open into a silent scream as his meaty member slid fully into her tiny hole. He pulled back and then pushed in again, pumping her ass as his pelvis created a slapping sound spanking against her ass.

Supergirl was mortified. She felt a strange erotic pleasure of having her ass raped; a powerful heroine like herself being taken in such a manner seemed to ignite her own voracious libido. Having her hands pinned behind her as he pumped her for his own enjoyment, being unable to stop him as he used her for his own sexual perverted satisfaction strangely turned her on. Bruce Wayne’s light as highest bidder was on again, she glanced at him and turned away quickly, unable to look at his face, ashamed at him seeing the true Supergirl so undignified.

Kingsley must have seen this because now she felt the pain of having her long hair being pulled backwards. He was forcing her to show her face to them. He wanted them to see her like this as he had stopped for the moment pumping her but still filled her with his cock. Supergirl’s eyes met those of Lex Luthor, sipping his champagne; enjoying watching her…and then he vanished again as the light once more turned to Wayne’s table.

Kingsley released her hair as Supergirl fell forward, her body aching and poor ass finally getting relief as he slid from her. The girl of steel fell forward, her thighs trembling and anus sore from the pounding. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she tried to catch her breath. But he wasn’t done with her yet.

“The mighty Supergirl,” he looked down at her taking Supergirl by the arms he pulled her backwards and laid her on her back. “Look how young and tender she is, how virgin ripe she is. Probably has never had a sexual experience like that before…but she could probably take on the entire room right now.” He began to part her legs to show to the crowd.

“No….don’t….(gasp)….stop….(gasp)” Supergirl knew what he was after, she had hoped no one had noticed, she tried to close her legs but he pried them open. Again the camera zoomed into her sprawled position. What was once the small dried salt stain was now a soaking wet jagged spot of her wetness and dark blue between her legs.

“Looks like she enjoyed that more than I did.” He said.

Tears flowed down Supergirl’s face; she closed her eyes tightly wishing to die at that very moment.

‘It was true’ she thought. ‘I did enjoy the feeling, I did like it, it got me so hot…I couldn’t hold it back…..what’s wrong with me?’ she thought.

The crowd awed at the twisting struggling site of her on the large screens. The camera zoomed in close and they could clearly see the moist wetness on her inner thighs and the soaked strip of blue costume sticking against her mound.

Supergirl’s face turned a deep hue of red. The truth is he had forced her to cum twice already and she couldn’t control it. Was it her own body’s uninhibited wanting? Or was it something triggered by the device now fused to her back? She couldn’t think straight as the Boss Kingsley now tugged at her soaked satin blue panties. She felt him expose her to the crowd of buzzing participants watching. Her inviting pussy lay open to them as the bids seemed to pick up at this action but still she noticed as the lights for top bid jumped around; it seemed the playboy Wayne was desperate to have her.

Supergirl tried to push the man away but even at his age he was powerfully built, and in her state more than enough to handle her. His hands moved up her body, running over her upturned skirt and up her costume past her stomach. She felt him trace past the large triangle ‘S’ on her chest. A ting of resentment and humiliation seemed to excite her as the thought of how a mere mortal man had pinned her in such a position and now dared to feel her up. Her eyes fell on his diamond encrusted watch just below his sleeve as he caressed her breast through the satin blue top.

“You pig! Don’t…don’t touch me!” Her voice trailed off into a lusty moan. Supergirl tried to sound convincing but her body buckled with the rhythm of his touches. She tried to resist the feelings of paramount wanting welling inside of her as he massaged her breast, squeezing them tight together that made her back arch forward. He had positioned himself between her legs now. She felt the tip of his stiff cock pushing gently against her exposed dripping sex. She sneered resisting the urging inside of her, as the camera panned her body and found the sudden hardening and impression of her nipples pushing against her own costume. They zoomed back to get a good look of her spread legs.

The fiend only smiled evilly; he took hold of the neckline of her costume and tugged it down around her shoulders.

“No…don’t…” She panted feeling his manhood positioning itself against her

He forced it down around her shoulders until Supergirl’s bounding pinkish breast appeared. He tucked her costume and secured it below her large tits.

“Oh god….mmmmnnnggggggg…..” Supergirl felt his warm mouth cover her tender nipple as his tongue circled her, teasing her. His body fell closer into her, his cock slipped into her, penetrating her deep as the pressure of his staff filling her pussy made her own juices trickle quickly from all sides.

Supergirl arched her back from the reaction of it, her mouth gasped as her breath was hot and her body yearned for more. He pressed her large tits together taking gentle bites from her nipples. Pulling back from her and sliding easily in again on her slickness.

“Don’t wear her out, Benjamin.” A voice from the hidden crowd shouted. “I have a high bid in…I know I’m at least eighth!”

A sudden low laugh from them echoed in the large room as the lights from the final bids were now so large that only two are three were still vying for their fantasy first.

“Not to worry.” Kingsley said now lifting from her but still filling her mound. “She’s Supergirl…lets find out how many times she can cum before she’s useless.”

“OOhhhhhh…OOOhhhhhh….” Supergirl moaned, her body squirming in pleasure as he lifted her legs together placing them on his left shoulder, making her tighter for his own pleasure. He pumped into the superheroine’s pussy over and over, his cock throbbing inside of her as he pulled her into him faster and faster.

‘God no…not again….God….’ she gritted her teeth feeling the building wave of friction and sensation deep in her sex. It would be her third time forced to cum. Supergirl fought the desire, hoping to suppress it but the rising fervor was getting to great to restrain.

He pushed her legs over, making Supergirl roll over on her side. Kneeling between her legs he parted her again. This time he spread her wide enough that her right leg was high on his shoulder and her left still parallel to the floor like an open pair of scissors. He took his own cock by hand and angled himself back into her.

“AAahhhhhh…nnnnooo…….” Supergirl begged. In this position he was so deep into her, her delicate clit shuttered as he built up a rhythm again in stroking her. She didn’t know how much longer she could fight back the daunting release. She looked into the darken audience again. She could tell the men and women there were following along closely her demise, she could feel them looking at her, her powerful reputation being destroyed with each stroke of his cock.

“Come on girl, surrender it,” He ordered her.

“No….no…..” she panted back.

“You tight little cunt, you really are a good fuck.”

“no……I……” Her body stiffen, her muscles contracting as the dam exploded inside of her sex. Her hips pulsed and she felt herself pulling him in deeper to stimulate the sensation. Kingsley gasped overwhelmed himself and pulled his stiff member from her before exploding in a shower of white that rained down on her.

“What a prize you are Supergirl.” He laughed at the exhausted superheroine as his seed seeped into dark blue droplets across her snazzy costume.

Supergirl lay exhausted, sprawled on the floor. She forced herself to look back at the captured trio making sure that they were still safe.

Zatanna and Powergirl caught her gaze and immediately turned away from her, choosing instead to look at the floor they kneeled on. Wonder Woman unlike the others stared directly at her with a disapproving look, the kind a mother would give a child to scorn them. Supergirl couldn’t figure this out…she had done this to save them. She turned away, instead looking into the humming audience in the darkness and finally realized the bidding had ended. Looking around the room she saw the only face staring back at her lit by the remaining light. Bruce Wayne sat glowing in the only remaining light of the highest bidder. Her eyes grew with shock. There was something about him that seemed odd and strange. His powerful stare gave nothing away as Boss Kingsley now fixed himself to address the audience.

“Congratulations Bruce, your fantasy card is being arranged at this moment and we will have her waiting for you just as you’ve always pictured her in an hour, and then every consecutive bidder will have their wildest dreams come true as well.” He looked down at her. “I assure you, you won’t be disappointed.”

He signaled backstage.

Angela stepped onto the stage ordering the removal of the other three “sluts” as Powergirl, Zatanna and Wonder Woman were led off at gun point.

She stood over Supergirl smirking widely.

“How’s that virgin pussy of yours feel now bitch? “ The petite young girl laughed as she motioned for two henchmen. “Oh don’t worry; we’re not done with you yet Supergirl.”

The henchmen lifted Supergirl to her feet each taking her by the arm on either side of her.

“”I hope you enjoy wearing that cum…there’s a lot more waiting.”

Chapter 14: Unexpected Fates

Supergirl was taken away from the stage and led deep into the hidden corporate complex of tunnels. Armed guards led her past dozens of passer bys in long white lab coats who glanced quickly at the brightly dressed superheroine and quickly hurried on their way. The young model Angela, led the way, walking ahead of the two large brutes on either side of Supergirl.

“Put her in here!” she ordered them opening a plain white door at the end of the hallway.

As Supergirl steps inside she is shocked at the scene before her. Inside, the spacious room is surrounded on all sides by large green holographic screens that flickered then with a burst of color and crystal clear sharpness the room changed into a very recognizable site for her.

“This...this is the war room of the Justice League!” Supergirl said astonished at the sudden change.

“That’s right Supergirl.” Angela said slyly. “It was the request of Bruce Wayne to have you here. Strange I thought…but his money, he gets whatever he pays for.’

“You’re insane! What makes you think I’m going to go through with this?” Supergirl turned to face the girl and the two large bodyguards. “You may have me prisoner here but you don’t control me!”

“Its your choice Supergirl, but if you don’t cooperate, I don’t think we can guarantee the safety of your colleagues Wonderslut, Zatana and Powerbitch. Remember, as far as the world knows you’ve already murdered two of them….it would to dispose of them if you refuse!”

Supergirl’s heart dropped. How dare they use the captured superheroines as hostages to force her into this…and yet, she couldn’t take the chance. She had already seen them execute the amateur heroine right in front of everyone. Supergirl’s brow frowned in anger, her blood boiled with hatred and disgust at the snotty young girl who had the advantage over her.

“Hmmm…that look on your face says it all.” Angela laughed pulling the small device from her pocket. “But just in case you have forgotten, we’ve got you wired. So I’ll just make sure the only powers you still have is that super-libido of yours.” The girl flipped a few switches on the dial then turned to leave with the twin thug, just before exiting she looked back. “I don’t know why Wayne would even bother with one of your kind, but if his taste ever changes from burgers to prime rib…..I’ll be just a call away.”

Supergirl thought it something strange to say but then looked behind her and saw the dark haired billionaire seated in one of the cushioned chairs.

“Hello Supergirl.” He said casually taking a sip from a scotch glass in his hand.

“Mister Wayne.” Supergirl said firmly, walking over to him as her high heels echoed inside the room. “I am surprised that someone like you is involved in something like this! Your reputation and image to the world is one of charity and community involvement, of upstanding involvement in fighting against crime and corruption around the world…”

“My reputation,” he interrupted her. “is one created by my publicist. It gives Wayne Enterprises a soft and warming feel to the world….but you’ve heard of my other reputation as well yes? Just this year I’ve had to endure the scandal with the Princess in Bali …and the other scandal with, um the other Princess in Morocco? Sisters are so different, but equally enjoyable. I guess I just have a weakness for beautiful and exciting women.”

Supergirl stood in front of him now realizing the rumors of him being a flighty, spoiled playboy were apparently true. Even with his smoldering eyes and brash handsome face something about him disturbed her. It was her instinct that hidden inside him there was something frightening like so many villains she had faced before. Was his humanitarian image just an act?

“Super-girl, you’re much younger than I thought.” He said looking her up and down form his chair, “I can’t imagine a small girl like you lifting trains into the air.”

Supergirl stood in front of him as she watched him staring intensely at her body in uncomfortable silence.

“And you’re much older than I though.” She lied. Honestly he was older than her but not fatherly age, more of an older established man like the ones that would keep young girls in a lavish lifestyle and provide for her every need until he moved on to the next city or the next naïve young model. She formed this opinion of him and now disliked him even more. She watched as he seemed to be taking in the sight of her, thinking or plotting back through thoughts he had of her before.

He looked at her like he had seen her several times before but never approached this moment. Her skirt felt shorter than ever and he seemed to see right through her satin costume to what was beneath. Unconsciously she crossed her arms, waiting for his next move.

“Dance for me.” He ordered her.

“Dance? What do you mean?” Supergirl asked taken aback by his request.

“Like the girls in the clubs, in the private rooms. I know you’ve seen them before.” He flipped a switch and music began playing inside the room. “Slow and sensuously, here in the Champagne room of the Justice League, make me want you, show me how sexy you are.”

Supergirl’s heart raced, her eyes moved around the room checking that it was empty, she could never escape the thought of what she was about to do being looked on by other eyes. She looked back at him, waiting expectantly. A blush of red tingled in her cheeks as she resolved herself to comply with his wish. She felt ridiculous at first rocking her hips slowly with the rhythm of the music, her body moving fluidly from side to side like the girls she had seen in the clubs owned by those scum she usually arrested. Reluctantly she slid her hands down the smooth satin of her costume, cupping her breast and arching her back, her legs parting, teasing him as he had requested. She turned her back to him catching a glimpse of a sly smile as she bent forward slowly. The small red mini-skirt hugged her ass and climbed higher and higher until he could see her firm ass just above her long legs. Supergirl felt a tear of humiliation, her lips tight with frustration as she grabbed her own ankles feeling mortified at this. Her fleshy red panty covered mound was now clearly visible to him, her skirt clinging high and ass presented to him. She could see him between her legs; his eyes dancing suspiciously away then back again to the soft pillow between her legs. He looked off and then back again at her, as if he knew he shouldn’t be looking but wasn’t able to control himself.

“Come closer whore.” He said loudly and took the last sip of whiskey from his glass.

Supergirl spun around to face him, her face angered by the reference.

“You’re no better than they are, filthy pig!” she snapped back at the same time parting his legs and reluctantly leaning on top of him. She pushed her body against his, sliding sensuously down him, her long silky hair feathering his body.

She could smell the expensive European cologne he was wearing, could feel the fine tailored black suit and smooth black silk Italian shirt he wore against his massive chest. She could feel his hard muscles beneath the tailored clothing, shocked by the condition of his body. Her own body seemed to be taken by surprise, she felt a tingle of excitement and attraction to the dark haired billionaire. She danced between his parted legs, her hands flirting with her own short skirt as his hands reached out and caressed her smooth curvy legs. He pulled at her from behind her knees and she climbed on top of his lap, facing him, resting her legs outside of his, the heels of her red boots pointing out of the chair. Her heart raced, she was on top of him now and he pulled her closer to him burying his face into her taunt stomach and gently biting at her through her costume.

“mmmmmm…..” a moan escaped from her and a rush of shame and resentment washed across Supergirl’s body. She turned her head away from him, pissed at the sudden lack of poise.

“No, no I can’t do this.” She tried to push away from him but his arms were now wrapped around her, pulling her close. Her skirt covered his lap but beneath it she felt his strong erection hard against her own costume covered clit. She felt him pushing hard against her soft clit, hips moving in long determined strokes against her mound. Her body tingled with excitement and a sudden fire lit inside her rapidly beating heart as she grinded against him. Still clothed she found the movement so pleasing to use his cock against her like this, teasing herself against his manhood. She bit her lip trying to hold back the building desire enflamed between her legs, she felt his hands against her back…something different was going on. For a second she snapped free of the moment, she could feel his hands against her back, fingers moving along the strange device beneath her costume.

“What are you…?” Before she could finish he pulled her down into him, kissing her full lips hard. “mmmmmmfff..” Supergirl melted in a fit of passion, her thighs tingled with anticipation and toes pointed inside her boots.

He pulled away from the kiss and planted his face into her hair smelling her sweet perfume, whispering. “Ssshhh…keep it quiet, I think they’re watching us.”

“Who’s wa…mmmffffff” Her mouth was filled again to quiet her wit another steaming kiss.

“Mmmmmmm….mmmmmm…” she moaned feeling his reaction to the act hidden inside her skirt. She leaned over him to kiss his neck.

“What’s going on?” she indiscreetly moaned where only he could hear her. She felt his hands stroking down the imprinted edges of the strange device along the smooth curvature of her back until his hands fell upon her ass just under her skirt. She gasp as his strong hands grabbed onto her bottom and pulled her forward causing his hard cock to push against her spread legs.

“Batman sent me.” He whispered to her, his hot wet mouth falling onto her neck.

“oh god…..” she moaned trying to control herself, feeling him take control of her.

“We knew Wonder Woman was a fake, but the only way to find her was to go undercover.” He quickly whispered moving to the other side of her neck.

“I need time to examine the device they attached to you to free you….”

Supergirl’s mind wondered to trust him or not. Was this just part of his sick fantasy?

“…without blowing my cover.”

Supergirl could feel his hands now sliding under her skirt. Her mind raced, confused by this sudden twist. She heard the sound of his zipper come undone beneath her creased skirt, and then a tug against her panties.

“If you want to escape, this is the only way.” He whispered to her.

She gasped as she felt his hard cock slip inside past the pulled material. She looked into his cold dark eyes as the smell of his expensive cologne filled her. Her body tensed as she felt him slide inside her, penetrating her wet inviting mound. Her hips slid forward, taking him in deep. He pumped her from below, sliding in and out of her in a circular motion.

Supergirl panted heavily, she felt as if she were riding some incredible sexual chair. She was incredibly turned on, he was much better at this than she was. She wondered was it years of having hundreds of women? She asked herself how he had mastered her so easily, his movements so fluid and determined. He plunged deep into her, her long hair fell back in a sudden jolt of ecstasy as her hips never stopped stroking his cock inside her distorted costume. He sat looking up at her and she felt pissed off that he seemed so calm and so in control, whereas she was shuttering and jerking in bolts of passion with every penetration his thick cock made into her. She could feel him fumbling with the device and then suddenly a small beep and her libido ignited.

“Oh god….what…what did you do???” she asked out of breath. Suddenly her body was on fire, her sex tingled and melted into a stream of wetness. She fell down on him in a surprising deep passionate kiss. Wayne’s eyes bulged, taken by shear surprise.

“Fuck me…god…you’ve got to make me cum…please…fuck me hard….i …I need to cum….please….” The passion inside of her burned and she felt like a drug addict looking for a fix. Supergirl didn’t know what she was doing, she just needed to have him take her hard. She quickly go to her feet pulling him up as well.

“Please…please…..” she hated herself for begging but the feeling was overwhelming. She pushed herself against the replica of the meeting table that Batman, Superman and all the heroes would meet to discuss cases, she bent herself over and spread her legs wide to where her dripping peach was exposed, inviting.

‘Damn it Wayne must have triggered something in the device!’ she thought but unable to resist.

“I’m Supergirl…I’m Supergirl…..” she tried to get control of herself but it was useless, her own fingers were teasing her pussy but it wasn’t enough.

Wayne’s eyes seemed wide and confused but he got to her and just the touch of his hands against her in this position sent shockwaves of excitement tingling up her spine. He looked around quickly then in an instance widened her stance, pulled the soaking wet material that covered her slick mound to the side. Supergirl’s fist curled, she hated him feeling her so wet, so vulnerable and whorish. What had they done to her?

Her mouth fell open as he entered her, she felt him slide deep into her easily sliding in until a splashing sound and the feel of her juices being forced out from her clit. Streams rand down her soft curvy thighs and into the tops of her red boots, she felt the trickle down to her feet inside.

“Yes..yess….aaaahhaaa…mmmmm….mmm…fuck me hard….break me…..its yours Bruce….its all yours….”

He stroked into her in long deliberate pumps, she felt him flatten her against the table, her ass shaking and being spanked by his pelvis with each shot.

“aahhhaa…aaahhhh…aahhhh….”

Her nails dug into the wood of the table, her body tensing and muscles aching, inside her mind some strange thought wished he would finger her as while he slid his cock into her and even the thought aroused her more. Her mind went back to what he had said earlier about ‘them’ watching…she could only think of what they saw now. Her bent over a table, the small super skirt flipped up and the billionaire playboy driving deep into her from behind while it seemed she enjoyed every minute of it, begging for more.

“You’re going to cum for me aren’t you Supergirl?

“….yes…n..no..I..” she stammered.

“I’ve watched you walking around in that ‘costume’ of yours…how many boys have you gotten hard just walking past them? Do you ever notice there eyes trailing behind you, hoping to see a flash of this ass?” He painfully slapped her ass.

Supergirl yelped silently, the sting of the blow causing her sex to tingle madly as she felt him paw at her.

“How many of your fans masturbate to you and you pass them by? You pass them totally oblivious to their inner most fantasies; and what about your hero colleagues that you’ve brushed up against innocently enough. Those men hidden behind their mask and restrained by there vow of justice…but secretly wanting to fuck you like this.” Wayne whispered behind her never stopping his assault on her body. His hard stiffening cock pulsated inside her, sliding in and out, pushed deep to her limits that she moaned uncontrollable. God he had such masterful control of her that, it felt as if he could make her cum at any moment he so wished. She felt him lift one of her legs and place it long ways on the table, spreading her sex wider for him, small droplets of her juices puddle on the table, dripping down from her glistening exposed sex. He leaned closer to her back so that only she could hear him now. “You know, this is the only way Supergirl.” She shuttered as he went deep into her again. “I haven’t a choice if you want to be rescued….neither do you.”

“No…no…I….mmmmmm…” she wanted to deny it. Her pussy throbbed as the wall of her resistance suddenly broke. She screamed, her hips jerking madly as one after another orgasm pulsated into her. The Maiden of Might surrendered herself, her body becoming limp as sweat and her own slick juices mingled. She felt him behind her, his well formed muscles flexed and his body stiffened.. It had been too much for him as well. She felt him slip from her, his throbbing cock pumping creamy white fluid down on top of her.

She felt his creamy cum splatter on her ass and thighs; it dripped into the tiny crevasses of her creased panties. She glanced behind her shocked at what had just happened.

“You liar.” Supergirl said angrily, she felt so stupid to believe his ridiculous story, she felt so embarrassed to be spread on the table like some common slut in costume used as a flaunty billionaire’s plaything. “You tricked me for your own disgusting pleasure.”

“It was the only way.” He said adjusting his clothing and carefully surveying the room. “I think even with the sudden switch of carnal lust in you, we may have short circuited the device.”

“Carnal lust???” Supergirl sneered, “Are you saying I….”

“Its ok Supergirl, I’m sure it wasn’t you but the enzymes that thing trigged in you.”

Supergirl sat up stunned. Was he actually accusing her of instigating sex with him? That she had somehow…. She stopped trying to remember the details of what happened. Before she could only remember him sliding in under her skirt as she sat on top of him…the rest was a blur….until ….screaming and cumming against the table as his cock showered down on her.

Bruce glanced at his watch and turned back to Supergirl

“We have to hurry, I have…..nnnnfffffgggggggg”

The playboy fell to the floor, a small device fell from his hand. Supergirl stood over him, tossing away the large decorative brass bowl she used to knock him out with. She picked up the device, and quickly read the words scrolled across.

‘ROOM SERVICE’

“He must have signaled to them that he was done. I have to hurry!” Supergirl quickly grabbed the man’s legs, pulling him across the floor and out of site.

“When I get out, I’ll make sure you get your day in court and everyone knows what kind of man you are. You really think I was going to believe a stupid story like that? Why wouldn’t Batman come himself?” She hurried to the door.

She could hear someone coming. She pressed her back to the side wall and waited.

Angela entered the room.

“Yes Mister Wayne how can we accommodate you? Perhaps a second girl is needed? A flog or some electrical devices?” She said in a joyous voice.

“I don’t think he’s got the strength right now.” Supergirl lunged at the girl.

“You!” she turned to see the costumed superheroine running to her. “What did you do?”

Supergirl ran hard to get to her before she could reach the strange control of the machine they had attached to her spine. Her heart pumped faster, she had to get to the girl before….

Angela clicked the button on the inhibitor. She smiled waiting for Supergirl to fall and wither at her feet like before.

Supergirl stopped, waiting for the sudden rush she had felt before, but none came.

“What??” The wicked smile on Angela’s face disappeared as she clicked the controls madly. She tossed it and screamed instead. “Helmmmffffffffffffff”

Supergirl tackled the girl, jamming a handkerchief she had taken from Wayne’s coat pocket into the small bratty girl’s mouth.

“Well I don’t have my powers back, but it looks like you don’t have control over me anymore.” Supergirl pinned the small girl down. “I should kill you for what you and they have done to me!’

“mmmffff…nnoommmffff….” The now frighten and cowardly girl looked up at Supergirl with horror, her mouth overfilling with the gag.

“But unlike you, I am a Superheroine, I live by the law.” Supergirl glared down at her, a plan now forming in her head. “But that doesn’t mean I cant give you a little payback.”

Half an hour later Supergirl finished buttoning up the designer silken top over her own costume. Because her breast were much larger than Angela’s the buttons strained to hold the ends together giving a small view to the large ‘S’ underneath. She whipped her hair up like a business woman and then checked herself in the nearby mirror.

“It’ll do if no one looks too close.” Supergirl said.

“”mmmffff..fffpppttt….you fucking bitch, untie me!”

Supergirl turned and walked to the bed where the girl Angela was tied spread and naked. Her trim body struggled against the ropes that held her at each end of the bed, her legs parted and neatly trimmed bush exposed.

“Keep this in your mouth Boss bitch.” Supergirl got some satisfaction from stuffing the rag back into her mouth. She picked up a clipboard that Angela had brought with her. She scanned the list until she found what she was looking for. “Ah here we are, Prince Jordan of Tzikistan. That fat butterball with the yellow teeth and one eyebrow, I think he’s a good choice for you.”

Supergirl smiled at the sudden struggling of the bound girl. She placed the clipboard to her chest to cover the peeking costume underneath Angela’s stolen clothes.

She got to the door and took a breath; she had to move fast without the guards outside getting too good a look at her. She opened it quickly and walked through.

The two large thugs were luckily huddled several steps to her right. She turned her back to them walking quickly the opposite direction.

“Prince Jordan is up,” she yelled behind her as the two men watched what seemed like Angela walking away from them. Supergirl dropping her head to hide it behind the clipboard. “And tell him to take his time with her, Mr. Wayne was …surprisingly quick.”

Supergirl wondered through the hallways looking for a way out. The massive underground facility seemed to go on and on. She passed several strange areas and placed marked as Level 1 personnel only. She ducked into a narrow passage as she saw the boy Conner and a group of other douche bags laughing happily pass her by. Finally her eyes fell on a familiar door. The one they had brought her through with the garaged on the other side. Supergirl relaxed, ducked her head and headed for it.

“You going somewhere Supes?”

Supergirl froze as she turned to face the voice coming from behind her.

“You’re a clever girl, in disguise.” The Wonder Woman clone stood behind her.

Supergirl turned as quick as she could and bolted for the door. If she had a chance to get to it she could possibly lock it from the other side…but a hand reached for her and pulled her backwards hard. She fell to the floor as the fake superheroine looked down on her.

“You may wear the costume, buy you’re no real heroine…as a matter of fact, you’re not even real, you’re a machine!” Supergirl lunged at her but the clone was too fast. She side stepped her attack and flung Supergirl into the wall.

“AAAahhhhhhhh….” The wall cracked as she slammed into it, her shoulder ached with pain as she fell to the ground.

“My powers haven’t returned yet.”

“To bad for you, now lets see the real you!” Wonder Woman grabbed at the expensive blouse and ripped it open revealing Supergirl’s dashing blue costume underneath.

Athena attacked her low, trying to kick her legs our from under the smug bitch but without her powers the Amazon didn’t move.

“Your attacks are feeble and useless.”

Supergirl felt the steel grip of the machine as it lifted her, she struggled to get free.

“If I had my powers, we’d see how long you would last you piece of scrap metal! Ahhhhnnnggggggg!!!” Supergirl was slammed hard into the opposite wall breaking through it until only her dangling lower body was visible in the hallway.

“It’s so amusing that you would try to hide like a little rabbit this way Supergirl. Ha-ha, what would your fans say if they saw the Mighty Supergirl, sneaking her way to an escape?” She grabbed at the long grey skirt Supergirl was using as a disguise and ripped it open as well.

“NNnngggggg……” Supergirl fell back from the wall, her body aching and in pain, her disguise now completely ripped away to reveal the familiar red, yellow and blue costume with the tiny flailing skirt.

“You’re a disgrace. How can you call yourself a superheroine?”

She had been discovered and now exposed in clear view. She slumped against the wall with the tattered remains of Angela’s clothing all around her. Pangs of hopelessness washed over her looking up at the much more powerful fake superheroine. Her eyes darted to the door, if she could only make it out…

“Fight me fair, give me back my powers!” Supergirl sneered.

“hahaha, do you think I was created without brains?” The Wonder Woman grabbed Supergirl’s top, twisting it tight in her fist and lifting the Princess of Power dangling to her feet. “Why would I give a tiger back its fangs when it’s much easier to handle you like this?”

Supergirl tried to break free from her grip but she was just too strong.

“Get your hands off of me!!!” the heroine now felt the clone’s other hand, cupping her soft breast. She saw Wonder Woman’s eyes fall upon her curiously.

“I defeated you first…you should have been mine to have first, not some bunch of rich perverts. I defeated you in battle….the spoils should have been mine, you should have been mine, bitch.”

“Let go of me!” Supergirl struggled then heard the thumping of boots fast approaching from the other side of the hallway.

Several men in Kingston security suits appeared with Conner shouting and pointing madly at the now unveiled Supergirl.

“There she is!! Shoot her!” He yelled enraged.

“Your father only ordered us to subdue and return, Sir.” A mechanical voice from one of the security soldiers replied. They drew their batons leaving their pistols holstered.

Slowly the team of men approached the two costumed heroines.

“No, I have her. I will bring her in.” the Wonder Woman clone said. “Eh...Professor Miller has some test to run on her…I need to take her…”

“No can do Wondie, orders directly from the CEO. We’ll take her.” The soldier reached out to grab Supergirl.

Athena struggled; she knew that her only hope of escape was slipping away. She tried to break free when suddenly something unexpected happened.

The lead security guard dropped to the floor from a swift and hard kick from the Wonder Woman clone.

“Take them both down!” another guard yelled as the men rushed to attack. Supergirl turned to see three of them attacking the fake Wonder Woman. She moved in attack mode unarming one of them and clearly breaking the arm of another. Two others attacked Supergirl. She avoided the first wild swing of one of the men, nailing his jaw with a solid punch in return.

“Oowwwwww!!!” She shrieked in pain, the boy fell to the floor but she grasped her own throbbing hand. ‘This is useless without my powers! There are too many of them!’ Supergirl thought looking over to the clone that now was surrounded by another four of them. They pummeled the Wonder Woman clone with their stun batons until she was finally down, gasping madly. The men then turned to Supergirl. The men smiled knowing the real threat of the clone had been neutralized and Athena watched them as they turned to approach her.

“Nnnggggg…” she grimaced as one of the men slammed his baton over the petite Supergirl’s neck, pinning her hard against the wall. She gasped trying to push the man away, balancing on the tips of her toes as her stretched and pinned form made her tiny red skirt rise, giving the other grateful men a view of her satin blue panties peaking out from underneath. The tight pulling of the costume had wedged itself into her soft mound and the clear form of her tender clit could easily be made out behind the shimmering camel toe between her legs.

“Nice trick switching places with Angela.” Conner snapped from behind the men. “You think you’re very clever don’t you? After my father has finished with you, I’m going to have you strapped down and sent to that asylum outside of town where all those costumed wackos are held and let them have you day and night! We’ll see how much cum your super pussy can fight off before one of them impregnates you!”

“no…no…” Supergirl struggled against the man’s choking hold on her, tears of frustration drizzled down her cheeks and the feeling of utter helplessness gnawed at her soul. “….NO!!!!!!”

With a burst of force and power the security guard was pushed backwards so hard that he sailed right through one of the glass offices across the hallway.

The remaining guards and Conner, stunned, turned their gaze to Supergirl.

Supergirl’s blood boiled, her nose sneered as she felt the rush of her own power returning to her. ‘Finally!’ she thought.

“It would seem your device no longer can control me or my powers!” She lifted herself up to full height, watching the now cautious men. The pain of her aching body disappeared, her body felt as if it had just come back to life from a long dormant sleep, refreshed and strong. The familiar air of confidence returned to her eyes as well as the sudden thirst for vengeance.

“Attack! Get her! Don’t let her get away!!!” Conner shouted from the rear.

“Don’t worry; I’m not going anywhere anymore!” Supergirl said as she flung several of the guards across the room. Her speed had returned as well as she dodged attacks, spinning and whipping her kicks hard enough to send teeth spraying across the floor. “I’m taking down this whole organization and exposing you and your father to the world!”

Conner slowly backed away from her as more guards rushed past him into the oncoming tornado that was Supergirl. With great ease she plowed through them, occasionally being hit with one of the batons. She grimaced at the sudden strikes but with her powers back the pain soon disappeared and she was able to tear past the entire troop. The last of the guards hit her with their weapon from behind, the sizzle of the electric end sparked against Supergirl. She turned and in one massive blow toppled them all down at her feet. Like a conquering warrior, the heel of her red leather boot stabbed at the top of the pile of large slumping men. Men who were two to three times her size, beaten and defeated by the young girl wearing the shimmering satin costume with the large blazing ‘S’ across her well endowed chest.

“Now for you.” The leggy Supergirl climbed over the pile of beaten guards. “All of this, all of it was your doing!” Her fist clenched tightly as she approached him. Anger welled inside of her as thoughts of finally rendering justice down on this boy.

Conner stumbled back, his eyes wide with fear at the approaching Princess of Power. Something inside of him was still aroused by her even at this most dangerous moment, like the men in the movies who watch dumbfounded as sexy vamps come to drain them of their blood.

“Stay away from me, I mean it!” the boy stumbled back, his hand coming across one of the flatten guards. He quickly grabbed the man’s revolver from his holster and aimed the gun at Supergirl.

“Give it up Conner, this is the end, its over!” She moved in closer, trying to control her anger at the boy but every time she looked at him she wanted to beat him to a pulp. “That will do you no good against me!”

The boy’s hand began to shake, he looked behind him. He had run out of room and now the wall was to his back. His eyes looked for a moment to the twenty men beaten behind her, she had walked through them like a buzz saw.

“G..go! Just go….you’re free…..” He stammered, she could see the sweat pouring over his forehead.

Supergirl stood with her fist at her hips in her classic heroine pose. A dominate and powerful force of justice meant to intimidate evil men into surrender.

“Too late Kingsley, you’ve lost everything. The truth about you and your family’s schemes will be exposed, and I’m sure when the board of executives find out about this project of your father’s all of you will be brought to justice to answer for your crimes!” She charged at him as his shaking hand raised the gun and fired.

Supergirl stopped.

‘Something…something’s wrong…’ she told herself. Her heart seemed to be racing, beating hard, her adrenaline running high. A searing pain burned from her right shoulder. She felt water or some warm liquid dripping down onto her fingers. Where was this coming from? She turned her head to see the bullet wound in her shoulder and the pooling red of blood staining her costume and running down her arm in droplets to the floor.

“I, I’m shot?” she said puzzled, her body in total shock of what just happened. She couldn’t move. Her heart raced faster, her knees buckled and she fell kneeling to the floor. How could this have happened? Her powers had disappeared again, this time at the time she needed them most!! Her mouth moved but no words came out. Her eyes fluttered as she fought the darkness from creeping into her eyes.

Conner smiled widely. He lifted himself to his feet, brushing his jacket off and gripping the gun in his hand.

“The Kingsley luck still holds.” He giggled madly. “Hell of a turn around for you Super-whore. I guess fate is ‘NOT’ on your side.” He said spitefully as he now walked confidently to the kneeling Supergirl. “I guess this is your last adventure.”

“…this, cant be real…I can not be…..how?....” Supergirl looked at the sight of her own blood staining her hand, it was unreal. She had power unimaginable; she could travel through space and tear trees from their roots. She could stop speeding trains and carry whole airplane to safety on her back. How could a single shot have fell a superheroine like her? From this feeling of terror and confusion she felt a sudden rush between her legs; she could feel a sudden spray of wetness beneath her panties. Her heart raced. Her thoughts wondered, was she getting sexually excited from facing this peril? Or was it something else?

‘Oh God th-that cannot be …did I pee myself??’ she thought unsure of what was now causing the feeling of the cold wet panties clinging to her clit. Her face blushed as shivers ran up her spine. Now not only would they find Supergirl’s murdered body but the evidence of her distress would be uncovered. A slow stream seemed to run down her thighs from under the skirt and streak into puddles on the floor.

“You must really be scared shitless eh little girl?” Conner smirked amused at the discovery; his eyes watched the streams of embarrassing water crawl under her.

Supergirl snapped from her daze and looked up in horror to see him standing over her. Her body was paralyzed with fear. In her mind she kept uttering the thoughts. ‘I’m shot…I’m…shot…’

The blood stain on her costume now reached the ‘S’ on her chest, spreading wider and wider across her beautiful shimmering costume. She felt a sharp dagger like pain from her side, her breath became shallower and her bloody hand now trembled uncontrollable.

“Damn, such a shame, I would have loved to have fucked you. What a waste of a nice piece of ass like you” He said as he pressed the revolver along her jaw and she could feel the cold steel of the weapon. What to do? Her mind raced but the panic and haze inside her head couldn’t formulate a plan.

“…but I’d rather keep my fortune.” He said as his eyes met her stunned glare.

“I…i….i..” she could only eek out.

The blue eyed boy leaned into her and pressed his lips hard against hers. A final kiss before her demise.

“Mmmmm…mmmmmm…..” a tear fell from the corner of Supergirl’s eye as his tongue forced its way into her mouth, adding a final insult to her and then at last pulling away.

Her body felt heavy and cold, her chest ached from the wound. The Mighty Maiden of Might slumped from her knees back on her heels. She watched him like some nightmare that she couldn’t wake up from as he pressed the end of the gun against her tender young forehead.

It had only taken one bullet at close range to bring her to her knees. She had been so confident that she never thought such a thing could have happened. How could this be the end of her? She couldn’t, Supergirl couldn’t die like this…could she? Her body swooned from the loss of blood as the darkness began to overtake her.

<BAMM!!!>

Chapter 15: The Missing Ending

[If you prefer the mystery of the final ending of Chapter 15, don’t read this. But if you need closure to your adventure and want to find out what really happen to Supergirl in those last hours after the shot……read on.]

The sound of the shot echoed in the hallway. Supergirl fell limply to the floor, her chest pounding hard from the shock and the rush of adrenalin pumping through her body. She waited for the trickle of blood to ooze down into her eyes from her newly ventilated head. She shivered at the thought of how ghastly she now looked; the bullet surely had destroyed half her skull with her brains exploding outward in a shower of fragments into the nearby wall. Darkness was creeping in on all sides, but the blood never came. Instead her eyes turned upward to Conner.

Still holding the gun in his outstretched hand, the blonde boy had an evil crooked smile spread across his face. He stood trembling for a moment a pool of red stained his imported shirt. He slumped, and then dropped lifelessly to the ground. Supergirl gasped, her trembling hands running over her head, confirming his shot had never fired. Her eyes fluttered as someone stepped over her. The clone, the Wonder Woman cyborg stood over Conner and dropped the guard’s gun next to him. Her head turned suddenly and met eyes with Supergirl. The last thing Athena could see was it moving towards her. For the first time she noticed the blank mechanical uncaring stare in the Wonder Woman’s eyes.

Darkness and the cold chill of lost blood consumed her. In her dreams she felt herself falling downward into some deep never ending pit.

The genetic copy of Wonder Woman looked down at the past out Supergirl. Reaching down she grasped the limp superheroine’s booted ankles firmly and pulled her past the battered guards, down into a nearby corridor. Supergirl’s long blonde locks dragged behind her limp body, her arms sprawled out like a rag doll being pulled away, stanch contrast to the fleeting image of Supergirl, the mighty superheroine. She was dragged along the floor out of site of the scene until the clone stopped and smiled at the helpless maiden of might, the passed out girl at her feet. She bent down and lifted Supergirl, draping her over her tall shoulders as Supergirl’s exposed ass was visible from the upturned skirt, her panties wedged tightly inside her tight ass from the dragging. The clone’s red polished fingernails raked the naked cheeks of Supergirl leaving four coarse red lines across her well shaped ass. Her fingers ran down along the twisted material in the center of the heroine’s ass, pushing gently on the soft pillow of blue material at the end that covered Supergirl’s plump clit. Suddenly she heard the on rushing footsteps of more of the security teams coming. The clone skillfully opened a fake light switch on the right wall that revealed a keypad. She punched in an access code on the hidden pad and returned the switch to its original position. Within seconds a disguised door opened from the seemingly plain wall and she quickly disappeared inside with Supergirl’s flailing body and cape behind her.

Supergirl’s eyes fluttered. She struggled to focus, everything seemed distorted and blurred. She wanted to wipe the cold from them but her wrists were stuck on something. She pulled and pulled finally looking upward to see her bound hands above her, her head suddenly clearing to her situation. Strange soft metal like material wrapped around each of her wrist, drawn up above her head. She studied these restraints; she had never seen such before and looked almost alien like to her. She struggled unable to break free from the small bonds, something she should have easily done with her powers. But the flexing soft bond held, and she felt a certain vulnerability being in this position, her body unprotected and hands stretched above her, unable to blunt any attack. She stood in the center of a room, now taking it all in. Strange machines flickered on every side. To her left long clear tubes with strange cold mist poured from inside of them, she could swear there were bodies inside.

‘Where am I’ she wondered now looking around the entire strange setup.

“This is Professor Miller’s East Lab.” A familiar voice came from behind her as if answering her silent question. The clone of Wonder Woman stepped into her view.

“What’s going on here? Untie me!” Supergirl demanded ashamed that she could not free herself.

“Good you have recovered well” She said.

Supergirl’s memory returned in a flash. She quickly turned to her side where she had been struck by the gun shot. The wound was gone. The tear and dried blood were still visible but beneath that her flesh was unmarked, as soft and subtle as ever. She tried again to get free of the bonds to no avail hearing the laughing of her captor she stopped looking to her for answers.

“Yes your powers healed you, but you do not possess all your powers.” She explained. “Seems someone was tampering with the suppressor, the device connected to your back that hampers your powers…that is why your powers were on to defeat the mob but then off again when that boy shot you.”

Supergirl’s mind suddenly thought of the fallen blonde young man, Conner.

The Wonder Woman saw the concern in her face and smiled.

“Yes he is dead, but I don’t think that was the original.” She said.

A relived breath left Supergirl.

The clone saw this and her face changed from amusement to cold stone.

“You think because it was his clone, he was nothing?” Her hand slapped hard across the suspended heroine’s face.

“AAAiiiii” Supergirl cried as the stinging blow burned against her cheek.

“That’s not what I….”

“You think you are better than we are?” The clone’s hand now grasped Supergirl’s jaw in her hand, stopping her from talking.

This was as close as Supergirl had been to the clone’s face and she could now see the mechanical movement and dead eyes of the thing. When enraged the clone lost its human qualities and seemed to be more robot like.

Suddenly the lights on the tubular chambers changed from green to red and the low hum from the machines began to wind down. Supergirl looked now as the doors on the strange machines opened spilling the white fog from inside.

“Ah, right on time.” Wonder Woman’s voice whispered in her ear.

She could what looked like men rising from the chambers, naked and glistening with thick gooey liquid that dripped from their bodies. As she watched them climb from their slumber she could tell they had the form of men, but were not. They still had several wires dangling form the back of their necks as they exited the machines. Six of them in all, turned and stood side by side like soldiers watching the two females.

“Impressive aren’t they?”

Supergirl looked at the six, their bodies were carved and toned like athletes and they stood more than seven feet tall. She could see these were not as advanced as Wonder Woman, they were more clumsy and incomplete, and they could never blend into society without notice as the Wonder Woman had. These were more like mechanical humans than real, each one almost identical to his brother except for random hair color and skin tone showed variances in shading. Her eyes then caught a glance at the third in line, who looked much the same as the others but whose member was noticeably much larger.

“Oh I see you have a favorite!” The clone smiled noticing Athena’s glare.

“What? No…I…” Supergirl blushed as her face burned of embarrassment. For some reason her eyes were drawn to him, she found herself stealing glances as her heart raced with the awkwardness of being caught looking. “What are you planning? Are you trying to create some kind of army or something?” Supergirl tried to change the subject and buy time to find some escape.

“An army? Hmmm, I didn’t think we would need that many.” She laughed in Supergirl’s face mocking her stupid comment. “There programming is still being downloaded but they are conscious of us, watching, until needed.”

“Needed for what?” Supergirl asked but she was sure she already knew.

“I also was created here in this laboratory. Just like them I was downloaded with programming and everything I needed to enter society and take the place of the real Wonder Woman. Once she was captured, even her stolen memories were given to me. Her past joys, her pain, and even her pleasures….as memories only. I have never…felt true pleasures as she has in her thoughts.” The clone said, her features softening suddenly and becoming more human like now. Supergirl watched as the woman’s eyes looked her over, what plans did this thing have for her? Her eyes fell back to the staring naked men in front of them, the goo slowly dripping from them as they stared back at her.

“Like me Supergirl, you are the only one of your kind remaining. The last Kryptonian female.”

“I’m honored you know my history.” Supergirl spat back pulling away from her grasp.

“Yes, Professor Miller has studied everything about you, and I was by his side at all times.” She smiled back evilly. “How unique, you have the features of an oriental whore but with this natural blonde hair and….fierce blue eyes like a European whore.” She laughed at the glare in Supergirl’s eyes. “Were all Kryptonians similar in appearance? Oh, silly me…..I forgot, they are NO others.” She laughed.

“You monster!”

“The last of a dead race.” She said ignoring Supergirl’s outburst.”Is that why every man you pass by wants to fuck you? Every eye drawn to your half covered ass in that…” Her eyes ran down Supergirl’s body. “Mmmmm…sexy costume of yours, as you walk past them? Is that why they bid so much to have you?”

“A bunch of pigs!” Supergirl struggled against the alien bonds, stopping suddenly as she felt the woman’s ample bosom pressed against her own. The two large golden eagles of Wonder Woman’s costume holding her massive tits seem to engulf Supergirl’s large but slightly smaller breast.

“I want to feel this. I want to know passion and feel this desire” she said pushing hard against the bound and retreating superheoine “…and who better to teach me than everyone’s number one fantasy fuck. You’re going to teach me”

“What are you mmmfffff” Supergirl suddenly found herself being kissed hard by her captor, the woman’s soft lips pressed against hers forcibly, the golden eagles now smashed against her own round breast in the satin blue of the supersuit. She had never been kissed by a girl before, the shock of it made her try and pull away but something inside her seemed to find it erotic and exciting. Deep inside her she felt her heart beating faster, a spring of excitement tingled between her legs and she felt unable to stop the inappropriate behavior of the clone.

“Unnggg…you crazy machine, we’re both girls! This cannot happen!” Supergirl scolded her, hoping to deflate the situation.

“Yes it can.” The Wonder Woman said back sweetly, her hands now cupping Supergirl’s breast beneath her costume. “We are doing the Lesbian? Is that correct?” She asked with the tone of a curious child.

“No, this, this isn’t…what, what are you doing?” Supergirl’s eye grew wide as she watched the Wonder Woman clad girl slowly go down her body until she was kneeling low to her, she pulled at Supergirl from behind her knees to keep her steady.

“No don’t!” Supergirl cried as the smiling fake lifted the front of the restrained superheroine’s skirt, flipping it up and tucking the end securely inside Supergirl’s own yellow belt. Between Supergirl’s soft thighs the shimmering satin blue of her costumed panties were now revealed. Supergirl felt the same soft tender kisses from the girl on both of her inner thighs as she parted her, her heart began to race faster uncertain of what was to come.

“You know, in my memories of her, the Amazon I mean, she has often thought of doing this to you.” The clone said pushing Supergirl’s legs wider apart until her plump soft mound was accessible, the shimmer of the lights glistening over the slight pulls of the fabric. “I have past memories of hers. The two of you sitting at one of your JLA meetings and she was fantasizing of having you in this way….did you know that?”

Supergirl was shocked, her mind raced, her confusion mounted between her situation, the erotic feelings now growing inside her and this new information that one of her fellow female colleagues was having sexual fantasizes of her!

“She had toyed with the idea of going on a mission alone with you, and when you were not aware, she would use her lasso on you. Oh the things she had planned for you.” The clone continued.

“Liar!” Supergirl shouted.

“Even the attention you garnered from the others, Green Lantern, Man hunter, how they leered at you when you weren’t looking….she knew. All the girls in the League knew how the boys felt about you, young blonde whore in your tiny skirt. Behind your back they called you “Princess ‘S’exy Cape”

The clone couldn’t hold back her laughter as Supergirl’s face burned read with mortification.

“That’s a lie! Those memories are fake like you!” Supergirl spat back.

“She secretly desired you herself but also was jealous of you. Did you know Black Canary once spoke to her of a plan to have you humiliated in front of the men because her husband, Ollie, commented about catching a glimpse of your flapping skirt on a windy day?’

“No, I don’t believe it…mmmnnnggg…..don’t touch me there! I’m not a …” she gasped as a ting of wetness was repelled inside of her making her seem a liar. “I’m not Lesbian….its wrong….I’m Supergirl, this cannot happen to me…..”

“Because you’re Supergirl is why it is happening.” She laughed moving away slightly from the dangling girl of steel.

She grasped Supergirl’s panties pulling them tightly upwards painfully until the material took the form of the heroine’s two tender lips, showing the curious clone the impression of the superheroine’s striking camel toe.

Supergirl felt the tightness of her own costume being used on her, the crease of her panties painfully folding inside of her, threatening to be stained by a flood of moisture she was trying to fight back. Her eyes fell back to the six clones standing, watching everything as their cocks began to grow suddenly with slight erections. Their stares fell on her uplifted skirt and the impression of her sex beneath it.

“On that island she is from, its all girls.” The fake Wonder Woman continued now completely on her knees, her eyes studying her squirming prisoner’s sex with curios eyes. “So in her memories, I know what to do….” She said and leaned in closer.

Supergirl gasped as she now felt the girl’s tongue outside her panties, sliding between her lower lips, moving up and down her satin split. Her hips buckled trying to pull back but the thing’s embrace pulled her forward, forcing her to take her punishment.

“No, don’t, it’s wrong….you can’t….someone help me…” Her desperate and shameful pleas echoed in the room. “OOOOhhaaaaiiii….” The mighty Supergirl exhaled as she felt the warm wet mouth of her captor cover her pussy completely, and the vacuum of her suckling her through her costume. She felt the warm mouth of the girl, her squirming tongue lapping against her costumed clit as if she meant to eat her like some savage. Supergirl looked down unbelieving what she was seeing, the tiara of Wonder Woman, the star spangled superheroine on her knees with her face buried between Supergirl’s thighs.

“You know you’re enjoying this, slut.”

The fake’s quick synthetic tongue moving expertly up and down Supergirl’s sex, while her eyes watched every movement of the struggling heroine, studying what reaction she gained from every spot of her attack. Supergirl could see the thing’s eyes looking upward at her, her mind wondering if this was truly how the original Wondie would have had her in some mad reality.

“Be honest, this really is making you hot isn’t it Supergirl?”

“Nnn..no……” her mind raced with what the clone had said.

Did those others really wanted to humiliate her for the sake of taking her down a peg? Did they really plot to show the others that “Princess ‘S’exy Cape” was nothing more than a desperately deprived girl who flaunted her body and teased men’s cocks to the point of ejaculation? She faintly remembered Canary once asking about her weaknesses besides kryptonite…how odd she thought that was at the time.

“NNNngggggmmm…”Her embarrassment and excitement took another leap as she felt the machine’s flipping tongue stroke her from bottom to top. Her eyes looked at the naked toned men watching with intense stares, her moans echoing throughout the lab.

“Mmmm..MMMMMooohhh….” Supergirl felt gentle nibbling of the girl’s teeth against her tender pussy. “No, don’t….this is not right…..NO!” she felt her costume being pulled to the side; her now naked fleshy clit felt the cold skin of the clone. “OOhhhhh….nnnngggggg…..” her body shivered as the thing’s long tongue slipped through the opening, pulling at her hairs and tasting her sweat juices. The feeling of humiliation of being raped by another girl and the feeling of being forced to cum by another woman was madding and humbling. She thought of what the clone had told her of the others at the JLA and how this scene would have fit their plan so well if Superman and the others were to catch her in this predicament. What would they think of her then?

Her body buckled in disgust and unrealized pleasure, somewhere inside her she loved the feelings, the thought of being exposed by this girl as a Lesbian, the world knowing that Supergirl could equally be made to cum by a man or woman.

“I wonder if your tongue is as equally as skilled.” The Wonder Woman asked.

“Don’t you …nnggg….don’t you dare!!!” Supergirl threatened.

“I dare whatever I please bitch!” The fake said back. “You’re in no position to demand anything. If I wanted you in my bush you would be.”

‘How dare she even think such a thing?’ Supergirl thought enraged.

The clone pulled away from the struggling Supergirl, slowly getting to her feet but leaving Supergirl’s costume astray. Half of her clit was left exposed from the pulled costume, some of her bushy hairs had actually pushed through the thin material while others were widely exposed, glistening with wetness and peaking out in strong contrast to the powder blue of her bottoms. Athena noticed an evil grin across the raven haired woman’s face. She watched as the fake Wonder Woman’s thumbs went under her own golden belt and lasso. Athena was surprised to see that the costume was in fact two separate pieces as she watched her slide the blue star spangled panties down her curvy legs.

“No, I won’t!” Supergirl struggled against the alien bonds holding her wrist above her. She watched as the clone took the silken blue panties and approached Supergirl.

“No I don’t think you would, but here, have a taste of what you’re missing.”

“Stop! No! How dare you do this to memmffff!!!!” Supergirl struggled and protested but despite herself she felt the elastic of the satin panties slipping over her face.

‘Damn these ropes!’ she thought struggling to avoid being placed in such a predicament. Wondie’s panties slipped down over her until she was peering through the leg openings, the crotch spread across her nose and mouth, her beautiful blonde hair spilling from the back of the humiliating mask.

“Ha, ha what a Supergirl you are!” The bitch teased her as she pulled the crotch where her pussy had been right into Supergirl’s nose. “Smell me slut, your time is coming and you will have this.”

“No…no…” What did she mean? Supergirl wondered as the aroma of the fiend’s perfume mixed with the slight musk of her damp pussy wafted into her nose. As she was forced to smell the replicated sweat and juices of her captor, Supergirl noticed the men behind her seemed much lively now. Their cocks hard and some of them stroking them as they watched her forced to breath the steam of her new mask. She wondered how ridiculous she looked to them.

“Does that smell like sex to you Supergirl? Have you ever worn this mask before? It seems to suit you, ‘Princess of Power’.” Wonder Woman said and several of the men behind her now smiled and chuckled.

Supergirl wanted to protest but she dared not open her mouth for fear of it being stuffed with the defiled object. Her blood boiled with anger and mortification as she was spun around, her ass exposed for the now restless things with cocks. How dare these ‘tinker toys’ play such games like this with her! She felt her skirt lifted past her ass, giving the staring audience a view of her luscious ass.

“OOwwwnnngggg” she grimaced as a hard slap shook her ass. She could feel the panties on her face being pulled tighter into her from behind, the silky crotch of the damp panties stretched across her face. Her mouth could taste the salty juices now, surely not real human excretions but some synthetic make up like the clone itself but they had matched it perfectly.

‘Not that I’ve ever tasted…’ Supergirl’s thoughts ran away with themselves as she tried to compose herself. Tasting this girl’s pussy seemed an erotic fantasy, not real to her because she knew the clone was a machine really…so somewhere inside of Supergirl, it became almost exciting and stimulating to be suffering such a life like simulation. She heard the clones laughing again as Wonder Woman made some off color comment about the Mighty Supergirl, the great powerful girl of steel whose only breathable air was thorough the wet panties of hers. Deep inside her she burned and could feel her temperature rise between her legs, holding back the building tide, unsure if her sex leaked of her own juices….she desperately denied to hold back the growing urges.

“Stop this!” Supergirl shouted as she felt the cold hand of the fake Wonder Woman slide under her skirt and into her plump mound. The Amazon smiled as her fingers came back wet and slick. Supergirl burned with shame as the damn machine had nerve enough to show Supergirl her discovery.

“Ah, I think it is time that we…unnffff!!!!!” The star spangled fake was kicked backwards, tumbling to the ground. Supergirl had finally had her chance to strike! She pulled her wrist again and slipped free of her bonds. Pulling the disgusting bottoms from her face she took a deep breath of fresh air as the stunned clone looked her way from the floor.

“Get her!!!” The desperate Wonder Woman shouted.

Supergirl rubbed her aching wrist, as she saw the six figures in front of her tearing off the remaining wires from themselves and bolting her way. Supergirl quickly scurried away, looking for a way out as the men gave chase. One of them grabbed her cape, pulling her backwards. She was spun around and caught suddenly in a hard passionate kiss from him. “Mmmmmmmm” she seemed to melt suddenly, something about his kiss, about his sensuous lips seemed to make her heart rush. Was he drugging her? She wanted to keep kissing him, his tongue swiriling inside her mouth.

“What…mmmm” she caught herself, remembering what was happening. She turned quickly slamming her palm into the man’s chest sending him to the ground.

“My powers….” She looked at her hands for a moment. “Not full strength but these things are so weak.” She round house kicked another and he fell. A sudden relief came to her as she turned to face the third attacker.

“Haaiiiii!!!” she slammed her fist into him….but this one didn’t fall like the first two. He grabbed Supergirl’s outstretched arm and tossed her hard into one of the computer consoles.

“Damn he’s stronger than the others.” Supergirl’s back ached as a hand grabbed the large ‘S’ on her costumed breast, pulling her to her feet by her costume. “You’re another strong one huh?” She said looking at the naked clone, her eyes looking over his perfect body, admiring his boyishly smooth chest, it was almost hypnotizing.

‘What am I doing?’ she pulled herself from the spell, kicking him hard to send him to his knees as another attack from behind but he also was much weaker than the last two. She was just about to turn to dispatch him when she felt his erect cock pushing against her half exposed clit from behind. The thing wasn’t attacking her, but trying to penetrate her like some dog in heat. She felt his meaty cock pushing inside and the sensation from just the touch was overbearing…but she had to resist.

“Ummmnnggg…” she tore herself away from him, now noticing that this one was the one with the largest cock.

“O my Krypton!” She said suddenly now noticing that the same spell had come over her again. She watched as the six of them gathered together closing in on her. Supergirl turned to run, leaping away when suddenly she was floating into the air. Her ability to fly had returned but the clones had her by the ankles.

“Bring her down!”

Supergirl struggled to take flight, it was her only escape but the weight of the men and the weakness of her powers were too much.

“NO…NO…..” she felt their hands tugging from her booted ankles as they pulled her downward, hands now grabbing at her knees then her waist as they pulled her from the air. “Unhand me! No, don’t!!”

The men pulled her down, their weight pinning Supergirl to the ground. She struggled, her wrist being held in check by the two strong ones as the others molested her body.

“Ahhh…there’s too many of them…”Supergirl struggled against all six of them, she was pinned down, her legs being tamed by two others, her super strength still not nearly up to normal where she could easily have wrestled free.

She felt hands going under her skirt, lifting it until she was exposed. She felt hands groping her ass like a common whore. They felt her up, obsessed with her tight young body in the smooth satin of her costume. In her haste to escape she had never corrected the half removal of her panties and now she felt exploring hands inquisitively stroking her exposed half mound, with the elastic end of her panties parting deep into her clit.

“Have you figured it out yet Supergirl?” Wonder Woman walked slowly to the struggling red and blue superheroine. “Each of them were engineered for a purpose…”

“What? What are you saying?” Supergirl struggled against the two as her arms were stretched and pinned by the two and suddenly she knew these two were created to subdue her. She had created these two for that sole purpose of controlling Supergirl.

She looked behind her; the one with the large stiff cock was between her legs, his cock slipping between her soft thighs and pushing into her wet clit.

“No….don’t….don’t…..” she pleaded but again the strange desire hit her. She wanted his cock; it felt so hard and so inviting at the entrance of her sex. Immediately she got wet like never before, gasping deep breaths as she felt his head penetrate her. She felt helpless as the others pinned her, the clone’s cock going deeper inside of her beneath her skirted ass and she began to sweat from the fire now burning inside of her.

“You want it don’t you slut?” Wonder Woman asked looking down at the blonde Maiden of Might. “Slutty little Oriental hero.”

“Yes…yes…..” Supergirl said dreamy as her mouth fell open feeling the full push of him inside of her, her satin blue panties pulled more aside to make way for him as she arched her ass up to allow him to fill her fully. The overwhelming feeling was so strong, she wanted nothing more that to keep him inside of her, to find her G-spot and make her cum over and over….she had never know such pleasure like this before.

“That’s a good whore, give him your pussy. I’m learning so much from you…”

Supergirl’s body shook; she couldn’t believe how wonderful this feeling was. It was so much better than with her boyfriend….than any other that she had ever been with. His cock fit her perfectly, as he stroked in and out of her sex she felt him throbbing, his staff finding her most desired and arousal of spots over and over.

“Damn….” She said finally putting it together…”He…he was created just…mmm…just for me….” The sudden thought of the trap shamed her.

“Hahaha, you are correct Princess, his cock will give you the maximum pleasure.” Wonder Woman studied Supergirl’s grimacing face, fascinated with how her body rhythm shook with each of the man’s thrust, she marveled at Supergirl’s sex face, her expression of fulfillment as the massive cock pumped her dripping pussy. The fake’s eyes caught every movement, watching her like an erotic peep show and finally smiling at Supergirl saying... “Just as these two’s only job is to subdue you….and this one….”

Another of the men appeared in front of Supergirl. His boyish smile and mischievous look worried her. He pulled her mouth to his hard cock.

“No…I…mmmffffffff” The spell took her again. Her heart jumped and her pulse quickened. She wanted nothing more than to have his cock in her mouth, to part her ruby red lips with his staff. She felt like a JV actress, taken from both sides. Inside her the strange feeling of wanting to be used by these things was overwhelming, her body shook and she shuttered as the steady stroke re-penetrated her glistening mound. Her tongue slid hungrily down his irresistible shaft as she felt another slide under her, his hot mouth teasing her nipples through her costume, his tongue lapping at her tits, her juices now escaped her, running freely down her thighs and piddling down her red boots.

“You may say this is revenge Supergirl,” the fiend laughed. “I know you probably have a sex toy close to your bed? Something you’ve used on yourself on those lusty lonely nights?”

“mmmm….no…never…”she lied through bleated breath in the grasp of all those pleasure seeking clones.

“Just think of this as the machines finally using you as their toy.” The fake laughed. “Lets see, one, two, three, four, five….hmmm…one last hole to fill.”

“You can’t….mmmmffff….I surrender…..please don’t……not like this…….” The young Supergirl begged, her body being pushed and pulled like a cog in some rhythmic machine she couldn’t escape.

The renegade clone only laughed as the sixth man stepped into position behind the Supergirl.

“Aaii…..noo…..no one has ever dared…….” Her mouth fell back into an O and was forcibly filled again but her eyes cut back behind her, a chill ran down her curvaceous spine. The fiend tossed her cape over her shoulder, grandly preparing her. His hands ran down either side of her in the silky blue of her super suit.

Athena’s juices sprayed down on the floor below, her head shot upwards as she felt him pushing into her anus. Her fingers curled and the assault on her pussy doubled. A faint echo of slapping bodies now echoed in the room. She grimaced as all Supergirl holes were now filled, her arms stretched out unable to stop the things from having her anyway they wished. She felt out of control, her thighs trembling as she came over and over. She felt their cocks stiffening inside of her, the large cock pulled free, dripping with cum from her clit and he sprayed his synthetic seed in large gobs across her costume. Supergirl wiggled in lust as mercifully her anus was released and the clone took the place of the other slamming his cock into her dripping mound splurging into a white mess that gathered into deep blue stains inside her panties. The other withdrew from her mouth and took his turn plunging into her, lifting her leg to his shoulder, sliding into her. He grabbed her costume to pull her into him.

“AAAAIIIIiiiii…aaaaiiiiii…aaaiiiiiiiiiiiii” Supergirl was going mad, she came again, her hips buckling, her body giving every bit of her sex juices she could surrender as he came inside her, his massive explosion squirted out of her pussy as she cried in shock and ecstasy. The fourth clone stepped in; he grabbed her by the thighs and plunged into the mess of her.

“So this is the meaning of a cum slut?” The curious machine asked.

Supergirl’s body shuttered with each thrust of his. The blend of her juices and theirs seeped down her legs and into the opening of her red boots. She could feel the sticky liquid pooling inside and between her toes. The two strong clones curled her hands behind her back and forced her ass upward as their brother slapped and pumped her like the slut she had become. The sound of wet slapping echoed again in the chamber, the caped superheroine laid moaning and squirming under the assault. She looked upward and noticed the happy expression on the woman’s face, smiling down at her. The last clone doubled his strokes, she felt him jerking inside of her, his cock throbbing, he would not last much longer. In a final thrust he pulled free of her and scattered his explosion on her costume. Supergirl was turned to her back and he was allowed to shower her proud blue satin costume in his white stickiness.

Supergirl’s heart raced, her chest heaving up and down rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath. She lay in a goo of sexual releases that dripped all around her. Her body was exhausted and covered in the sticky cum of the depleted clones, dripping down into the valley between her plush tits and leaving an oozing trail. Her boisterous ‘S’ symbol emblazed on her chest which once stood for righteousness, justice and her unyielding pride in knowing she was the best of them all, now gleamed covered in the film of the six’s seed.

“Ah it is complete….and now for my fun” Wonder Woman said giddy.

“No…no more….no more……” Supergirl pleaded out of breath. She felt something strange suddenly. She felt as if something was crawling over her, like dozens of insects. She glanced down and to her horror could see the white cum of the clones rolling over her body and gathering between her legs.

“What…what’s going on??? What is this???” She asked scared and confused, watching as the moving liquid seemed to have a mind of its own. Her eyes were wide as something began to grow inside of her own panties. The thin blue material tented upward, stretched from the impression of a cock beneath it.

“Mmmm…very nice….” The fake smiled.

Supergirl couldn’t believe her eyes. She felt the thing attached to her sex, its tip heavy and growing, pushing against her costume it curved upward. Finally the large mass beneath her satin blue panties was full grown; the thin material that was being pulled to its limits to keep the thing inside showed the perfect shape of a cock. Supergirl was in a daze, she looked awkwardly at the cock between her legs. She touched it and jumped when it reacted.

“I see you’re still aroused.” The fake laughed.

“What? No…what did you do to me?” she tried to hide it. ‘How do you control this thing???’ she asked, her cock growing harder on its own. “How did you…..” Her words trailed off as she now noticed the fake Wonder Woman had discarded the familiar bustier and lasso and was now dressed as Supergirl.

“You like?” she smiled. “If I’m going to be a superheroine, I’m going to be Supergirl….and I’m going to have the same pleasures as Supergirl.” Her hair suddenly turned from the deep black raven of Wonder Woman into the long golden locks like Supergirl.

“You’re mad! You could never be Supergirl!” Athena said trying to shield her hard on.

“Cell regeneration is something Professor Miller did not even foresee. Once I am finished with you, I will take your place as Supergirl….and I can’t wait to fuck that boyfriend of yours….hmmm…and that cousin of yours Superman for that matter, haha. It’s going to be such fun to be you….to bad for you.”

“You won’t get away with this….” Supergirl tried to stand as the cock pushed harder against her costume, her skirt tenting from rock hard thing between her legs.

“Is that a banana in your pocket?” the clone laughed. “Oh don’t worry; I have a new costume for you as well.” She pulled out a Wonder Woman costume. “You’re going to wear this, and then you’re going to fuck me before you die….”

The two remaining clones grabbed Supergirl and began ripping at her costume.

“Let go of me, you….” She stopped as they ripped her skirt off and she could now see the large cock dangling between her own legs like some nightmare. The men quickly began dressing her in the costume of Wonder Woman, stuffing the cock inside the starry panties. Supergirl’s tits barely filled the bustier but the costume was surprisingly comfortable and nice feeling…which aroused her member again.

‘Damn, how do you control this thing???’

She was pressed forward as the clones finished zipping the corset tightly to her back, her tits felt exposed and displayed from the feel of the strapless costume. A small amount of room, the size difference between her tits and Wonder Woman’s, was left so the corset didn’t sit flush on her breast, causing the costume to barely cover the tops of her nipples, and giving the clones a full view of them as she moved. She looked downward at the cock bulged up inside of the Wonder Woman panties that seemed to throb.

“Bring her forward.” The fake commanded and Supergirl was brought before her. The evil machine snickered at the unfulfilled breast portion of the corset, it looked clumsy on Supergirl.

Supergirl watched as the woman who had now stolen her identity smiled back at her in her own skirted costume. Her larger and more curvy body pulling the sexy costume…her costume…to its limits.

“My, my, you grew a big one didn’t you? I’m sorry if those panties can hardly contain your large dick!” She teased the embarrassed and stunned Supergirl. The fake Supergirl’s cape flapped as she approached her and reached down between the captive superheroine’s legs, taking hold of her new appendage and began massaging the already stiff staff right through the costume.

“No…n..nooo…don’t touch it…” Supergirl’s hips buckled as her cock was being aroused, made to become hard. She stooped away from the attack but the two lifted her up again. The strange thing tingled and felt weighted, it pushed madly against the scrap of material meant to cover only her mound.

“Ah, I see you’re liking this”

“No…I’m no…not…” Supergirl tried to say but as she looked down she could see the stains of wetness forming at the end of her penis. The head of the hard staff clearly shown thorough the costume, and at the tip it dripped with pre-arousal juices that soaked through.

“Mmmm, how hard you are now Supergirl.”

The fiend smiled, taking a position on all fours as Supergirl was brought around and forced down behind her.

“No…I cant…I wont….”

Athena struggled as the male clones pulled her cock from inside of her costume and the phony Supergirl slowly began backing into her.

“MMmm…yes….let me show you what you’ve taught me……” she said insanely as she pulled her panties to the side and slid Supergirl’s cock into her. “OOhhhhh gggoodd…is this how it feels to be Supergirl?....mmmm…make her fuck me…..”

“I wont…no…..” Supergirl said but it was useless. The girl pulled her inside and the feeling was something she had never experienced before. Her hips subconsciously began slamming into the Supergirl in front of her. Her cock seemed to have a mind of its own as her own arousals again took control of her.

“Yes Supergirl…give in to it…”

‘Feels so good….want to fuck her….want to punish her with my dick…..’ Supergirl slammed into her hard.

“OOOhhhhhh!!!!” the clone moaned.

“No….no…..” Supergirl caught herself but now the fake was pumping her from the front, pulling her into her moist mound.

“Aahhh…ahahhhh…mmmmm” Supergirl moaned, there was some dark satisfaction in this, she felt the staff throbbing, getting as hard as she had ever felt it as her hips spanked the fake’s ass, driving the cock deeper and deeper into her. It was becoming increasingly difficult to pull away from this aroused sensation, this madding feeling that she had never experienced before.

Suddenly, with a large thunderous crash the wall of the lab collapsed. Supergirl tried to pull free of the fake Supergirl but the girl continued to back into her, slamming and stroking the cock between her thighs.

From the settling ruble, the JLA entered the room with dozens of police behind them. The shadowy figure of Batman slowly turned his head to see the two.

“Batman…thank god you’re here!!!” the clone shouted.

Supergirl gasped she looked again at the clone whose hands were now bound with rope and who was her exact twin……..

“What? No, I’m the real...the real…” Supergirl’s body shuttered as the fake slyly backed into her again, and she instinctively plugged into the girl’s sex.

The feeling had intensified. The clone’s change in body from Wonder Woman to her own also had tightened her clit. With each pump the erotic tingling was almost madding of pushing into Supergirl’s own tight pussy.

‘Oh god….’ Supergirl couldn’t hold back the now uncontrollable push of exhilaration waiting to explode inside her.

“Help me…please…” the clone begged to the heroes, even now slyly pushing back for one final deep thrust. “AAAAIIIIiiiii…aaaaiiiiii…aaaiiiiiiiiiiiii” Her moans imitated Supergirl’s earlier outburst perfectly.

“AAAAIIIIiiiii….aaaiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnggggg..noo…nooooo” Supergirl felt herself losing control of the massive build up, the stiff cock attached to her throbbed repeatedly spilling its warm sticky white load into the bound fake Supergirl. Gobs of white cum dripped from under the shuttering fake’s panties, running down her legs from under the cover of her skirt.

“No…I didn’t mean to…” Supergirl finally was able to pull away as the last of the two male clones left her side to confronted the new threat but were easily pummeled by the heroes.

She quickly pulled away from the moaning fake, but the stiff penis continued to spew its juices uncontrolled, showering the Supergirl imitator in streams of cum.

“No please…don’t do this to me…..” the fake begged in mock humor only Supergirl could see, she acted distressed but licked her lips smiling, tasting the seed.

“Get away from her!!”

“But I didn’t mean…ouch…” Supergirl fell backwards landing on her bottom. The menacing figure of Superman stood over her. He grabbed her by her belt and lifted her off her feet.

“No…no, I’m the real….urk…real Super…..”

“You bag of bolts, how dare you lay a finger on my cousin!” Superman flung her backwards and Supergirl landed again painfully against the wall.

“Robin…Robin!!” Batman snapped at his young ward who seemed entranced watching the scene. Supergirl noticed the boy’s gaze at her, his eyes seemed locked on the large bulge in her crotch. Obviously the young boy had never heard of, let alone seen such a thing as that Wonder Woman clad girl. Supergirl blushed brightly as he stared, she tried to quickly cover the unmistakable package.

“Robin!” Batman finally broke the boy’s spell. “Take Supergirl to the League hall and have her checked out….we’ll finish with this….thing”

“No…I’m really Supergirl….” Athena pleaded but instead she found the grip of the real Wonder Woman.

“H..how dare you defile my costume with that.”

Supergirl felt her push her flat on the ground, her wrist were cuffed behind her as several officers surrounded her with guns pointed.

“Take her away! Your masters may have slipped by us, but not for long.”

The photographers snapped several pics of her in custody as she was led from the lab, her hands behind her unable to cover the protruding shame between her legs, but as she passed Batman, she heard him say.

“Wait!!”

She was turned around, her heart racing, ashamed as the stupid male cock was now in full view of all her peers…in front of Batman, one of the founding members of the League! She felt like she wanted to die.

He spun her around and ripped at the corset on her back. Still there was the device. Somehow he seemed to recognize it, she felt his hands just as Bruce Wayne had done, tampering with the device…..until…it fell free.

“Ah…I …I feel …..Super again!!!” She said elated. Finally Supergirl felt herself, she ripped the cuffs off as the police looked on shocked. With her powers not returned her super immune system fought off the foreign thing attached to her and the once hard cock softened into a gooey liquid that dripped from her crotch.

“She is Supergirl!” Batman said turning suddenly. “Robin!!!” He ran out after the boy and the fake Supergirl. Just down the hallway the junior hero was found sprawled on the floor, she had escaped.

“She could be anyone….” Supergirl silently vowed to repay the clever clone.

Supergirl found out that the Kingsleys’ tried to escape in a private jet heading to another country but the authorities would be waiting for them once they landed. The girl, Angela Baby, had been found and had been released. Batman explained how she had claimed to have been brainwashed into their plot. As for Professor Miller, he had escaped somehow.

In the following days the entire plot had been uncovered, keeping many of the details as top secret as not to tarnish Supergirl’s image. The Kingsley Empire had gone into ruins. Supergirl had been fully vilified, once again the champion of justice.