Supergirl Never Ending Saga

This is a work of fiction, if you don’t like brutality, rape or other degenerate behavior I suggest you look elsewhere. If you are too young, or live in an area where such is banned leave immediately. Some of these characters are owned by someone else, Supergirl in particular.

Chapter One September 30, 2009 8:57 PM

She had walked into it like a rookie, a lead lined trap, a block of kryptonite fell from the ceiling landing at her feet, nozzles sprayed a green gas filling the room instantly before she could blast her way out… The radiation from the debilitating element affected her almost instantly.. “So stupid…how did they know I was coming…had to know….too easy…” she thought fuzzily as her brain shut down and she collapsed to the floor.

When Supergirl awoke with a splitting headache, a foul taste in her mouth and pain in her cunt and ass she knew she had been raped, and that she was securely bound. Nausea and weakness let her know the kryptonite was nearby. She seemed to be in a small dark cell, her wrists and ankles bound with shackles. After a time, she had no way to tell how long, bright lights suddenly bathed her in harsh light.

It took a long time for her eyes to adjust, the pain felt like daggers in her eyes as she finally was able to force them open. She could now see she was in fact in a small cell with clear walls and ceiling. Her shackles glowed that sickly green explaining the nausea and weakness. She managed to sit up, leaning against the side of her cage so she could look around.

Her cube was in a large brightly lit room as she surveyed her surroundings. It was clearly a lab setting, lots of medical equipment and computers, but there were more menacing sights to behold.

Cages lined a wall, cages; or rather cubes like the one she was trapped in were stacked ceiling high, at least five cages high, and the wall of cells stretched well out of her vision!

She could see movement in some of the nearer cells, they were defiantly occupied. But what caught her attention was not in the cells, it was standing near her cube.

Her eyes took in with a huge shock a woman clamped into a stand that looked a lot like one collectors used to display a prized doll! A tall shaft protruded from the round base. It was adjusted until it was neck high to the woman imprisoned in it. A cold steel collar held the prisoner firmly with her arms pulled severely behind her with her elbows and wrist clamped to the post. A bar at the height of her knees forced her legs apart and held them with clamps as well.

Super girl saw the other prisoner was wearing tightly laced black bodice and nothing else. The woman’s breasts had been exposed; they had clearly once been magnificent, about the same size as Supergirl’s except they seemed aged and worn somehow with just a hint of sag and veins visible. It was hard to judge how much sag there was because a chain was attached to the pierced mammary glands, the chains pulled them upwards towards her ears! There was a bridle with a fat bit jammed into her mouth forcing her jaws apart.

Attached to the rings in the unfortunate woman’s nipples were a pair of cow bells, and another was barely visible, dangling between her legs, attached to a ring piercing her clit.

The fellow captive in front of Supergirl wore a black face mask that fit like a second skin, but her eyes were open and staring directly at Supergirl! They were blood shot and tears flowed freely down the mask. It chilled her to the bone as the other captive implored her with her eyes for help, and there was nothing she could do to help her.

Chapter Two

It started off about like any other day for the new colony; the devout Christians labored in the fields trying to stave off starvation in the upcoming winter. The outlook seemed grim, there was starvation on the horizon and the Indians were becoming more and more openly hostile where they had once been helpful.

The men were working the fields and hunting, and the women sewing and preparing the meager sustenance for future use when their whole future changed.

As a group of men were trying to remove a stump in a field to prepare it for planting they heard a cry from over head. They looked up to see a glowing cloud, or what seemed like a glowing cloud to their backwards minds. In truth it was time portal opened by none other than Lex Luther.

The simple farmers saw what looked like an oddly dressed bald angel in the sky, and it was clearly angry, “Enjoy your trip to hell Super Slut!” they heard him cry, and as he did a glowing green cage seemed to fall from the sky hurtling towards earth! “OOHH GGGAAAWWDDD HHHEEELLPP MMMEEEEE!” they heard a female voice cry.

Lex realized as soon as he shoved the cage through the portal he had messed up, but it was too late, she had begun her plummet to earth! “Damn it! There should have been an ocean there!” The genius criminal had forgotten to take into account magnetic poles and coast lines change over the centuries! He had intended to dump her into the past, about the 17th Century, but had intended to send her to the depths of the sea to spend the next several hundred years, or better yet slowly drown…

Inside this glowing green cage was a strikingly beautiful blond captive in even stranger clothes than the angel had been draped in! She seemed nearly naked to the farmers as they rushed to where the cage landed, expecting to see the form inside smashed to bits. They were shocked to see the scantily clad woman tightly bound inside the cage uninjured if seemingly shaken up severely; she made no sense as she babbled at them…

“Where am I?” she cried, looking at the somberly dressed men. “Lex said he was dumping me at the bottom of the ocean! Please, help me get out of this cage, it hurts me!” She had a glowing green collar and was shacked with chains and cuffs made from the same material much as the farmers bound their own black slaves.

One of the younger brothers, a tent clear in his trousers rushed forward to help the entrapped woman, but an elder stopped him with a word, “HOLD! Let this strange creature answer some questions before we free it! She may be cast down from heaven by God’s wrath! Doest thou wish to anger God himself by freeing this creature?”

“No wait, please, I won’t hurt you!” the girl in the cage cried, “I swear! Please release me!”

“NO!” the older man of the group declared, “We knowest not who thou are! Nor what thou are, we saw you cast from the heavens, likely thou art a witch or demon! What is thy name?’

“My name is Supergirl” the teen heroine answered, “See the “S” on my chest?”

“She wears the Scarlet letter!” one of the elders cried, “She is truly a harlot cast down from heaven!”

Supergirl was taken aback at being called a harlot; she was in fact a virgin until recently raped by Lex Luther and his gang! “Look, I am not a harlot or a witch!” she tried to explain.

“Demons often lie!” one of the farmers proclaimed, “She can not be trusted!”

“No, I am not a demon!” the gorgeous teen proclaimed, “I was imprisoned by an evil man, you have to believe me, you are making a horrible mistake! You have to trust me!”

“We saw you cast out of heaven harlot!” one farmer exclaimed, another chimed in, “And you wear the scarlet letter on your chest!”

“No you backward idiot! That stands for Supergirl!” the heroine exploded in anger, and in ignorance of historical customs as well. Her outburst angered the men used to subservient women!

“You insolent whore!” the elder exclaimed, “How darest you speak to an elder male in such a manner! It proves thou art in fact a harlot, if not a witch!”

Lex Luther realized his error immediately, although he blamed a stupid lab assistant instead of him self. He knew if Supergirl convinced these simple farmers she was a heroine she would be after him as soon as she, even if it meant she had to survive another few hundred years, and he didn’t want a pissed of Supergirl showing up at the hospital as he was being delivered and ending his career right there!

The energy he had stolen to transport the heroine to the past had blackened out half the North American continent and fried part of the power grid, there simply was not enough power available to pull her back, or for him to go to her and get back! So he came up with plan B in just a few moments, he would get those idiot farmers he saw gathering around her before the portal closed to do his bidding!

He had enough power to project a hologram through a much smaller portal, and he should be able to hear the people at the other end as well. Reasoning out how super girl’s sudden appearance and the portal might have appeared to the ignorant farmers of the past.

“I will be GOD!” Luther exclaimed when the answer came to him, “Or at least an Arch Angel! Yes, that is it!” That gave him the insight to begin his plot to finish Supergirl once and for all.

“Turn it back on!” he commanded his lab assistants, over riding their protests about energy consumption, “Fire up my holograph projector and aim it through the portal, after you minimize the aperture to reduce power use!”

The uncertain farmers circled Supergirl’s cage warily now, uncertain who or what exactly she was. “I say we slay here right now!” one farmer suggested.

“No, not until we determine her identity, God may have sent her here for a purpose!” the elder proclaimed, “She is not to be harmed just yet, not until we determine its true nature! This may be a test from God himself!”

“God wants you to be merciful!” Supergirl exclaimed, “You know he does!”

“Shut thy mouth harlot!” the elder snapped, “A lowly female shall not determine God’s will towards men! Were you not raised in a house of God? Shut your insolent mouth, you only make it worse for thyself with thy impertinent and unwanted female prattling! Woman, know thy place!”

“MY PLACE!” and enraged Supergirl exploded, “MY PLACE! What do you backwards rubes know of MY place! I am a human and I have rights!”

“You are a female, clearly, and you have the rights men give you, no more!” one of the nearest farmers shot back.

“Screw you, you sexist asshole!” Supergirl snapped back, losing her cool.

“Doest thou hear her vile tongue!” the offended farmer railed, “She should be pillared and whipped on the square! She is the devils spawn for certain!”

“NO LOOK!” Supergirl tried to reason with them, “I am a captive of an evil man, he sent me back in time to try and kill me! Please, you have to listen, and you have to get these shackles and collar off of me and out of this cage. Please, I mean you no harm!”

Just as she started to open her mouth in her defense again there was a huge flash of light from the sky, and when the farmers could see again, there to their utter astonishment stood an angel! It wore a white robe and glowed like fire, seeming to hover some feet above the earth!

“BEHOLD!” it boomed in an amplified voice, “I am the arch Angel Luther! I bring you the word of God himself!”

Stunned the men stood slack jawed, but Supergirl realized what it was instantly, “This is not real, it is a trick, do not fall for his lies! He is a criminal…..OOORRFFFHH!”

One of the larger farmers rammed a rake handle through the bars of her tiny cage and into her gut! “Shut up woman! How dare you blaspheme in the presence of an Arch Angel!”

“T..th…that is no angel!” she gasped as he rammed her with the handle again.

“Shut thy mouth harlot, you have had your say, let’s hear the angel Luther!” the elder proclaimed. “Silence her if she tries to speak again! Her vile words shall not be tolerated in such a presence!”

“Thank Sir!” the Angel spoke, its voice booming. “That Harlot has been cast down to you as punishment for her sins! The Lord has instructed me to impart to you his will regarding her punishment!”

“I knew it!” the Elder proclaimed, “How may we serve our lord?”

“Please, listen to me…..OWWWRRFFGHH!” Supergirl managed to get out before she was smashed across the mouth.

“Drag the beast from her cage!” the Angel demanded, “She can not hurt you if you do as I command!”

The captive was pulled, kicking and screaming from the Kryptonite cage, still bound by her shackles, and too weakened by the green radiation to be able to resist the powerful men that held her.

The men could not help but notice her lovely form as she was dragged to her feet in front of the “Angel”. All of them sported tented trousers as they marveled at her.

“Damn you Luther, you had better get me home pronto if you know what is good for you!” she screamed. Two burly men had her arms held; the elder turned and sent a work hardened fist deep into her hard abs, driving the wind from her lungs with an explosive “WWWHHOOOFFF!”

“Silence witch!” the leading elder, Brother James, exclaimed as he blasted her gut again. Up close he marveled at her perfect features and gleaming white teeth, niceties not often seen in his day, and it was giving him a huge erection. Just seeing this scantily clad harlot up close made him lustful, and his fuck pole stiffer than it had ever been, even in his youth. And even as obviously used as she was, she smelled wonderful compared to the saggy breasted old crone he was married to! Even his wife’s finest hour she was no where near as beautiful as this wench, and it pissed him off for some reason. True, his wife was nearly forty years into a harsh life, but this blond tart made his blood stir!

“AHEM!” Luther cleared his throat, unsure of how long the portal would remain open and anxious to get things going on the right track. “Who is your spiritual leader?”

It was odd none of the farmers thought about the fact an arch Angel should KNOW who was the deacon in their village, but the sight of the blue clad heroine hanging helplessly as the Elder pounded her distracted them.

The elder turned back toward Luther’s projection and answered, “Sir, our priest caught a pox from an unclean woman in the next village and died Lord. I fill the void until the ship returns from England with a replacement!”

“If they return!” a younger man chimed in, “It has been near two years since it left us here to fend for ourselves!”

“They will come Brother Thomas!” the Elder exclaimed, “have faith, isn’t that right Lord!”

Luther thought fast, “The ship will return when the Lord God has determined you are worthy! In the mean time I name this man as your spiritual and political leader! You will obey him as you would me or god himself! Our Lord has chosen you as his people; prove yourselves worthy of his blessings and guard his enemy as I command and all will be well with you!”

They men cheered, Hurray for Elder James! God has truly blessed us and our village! We will certainly do as you command Lord! Give us a sign for the others in the village so they may know this blessing and your commands to be true!”

Luther drew himself up straighter and the techs in the lab enlarged his image until he was nearly thirty feet high, clearly visible as the other villagers raced up the hill to see the unbelievable image of an Angel blessing them and their Elder! Luther’s voice boomed through the woods where even hidden Indians could hear it as they spied on the settlers, “IS THIS NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU TO KNOW I AM FROM GOD! DEFY MY AT YOUR PERIL LEST THE WRATH OF GOD DESCEND ON YOU AND YOUR DECENDENTS!”

Several of the simple villagers actually pissed themselves. Others threw themselves prostrate on the ground and prayed fervently. The Indians that were spying raced back to report the village was watched over by a supernatural being thirty feet high….

“Now write down these commandments!” Luther exclaimed, “Lest you forget and suffer the consequences of disobedience!”

“Do not listen to him, he is a fake!” Supergirl tried to explain, but the villagers were swept away by what they perceived as a blessing from God!

“Let it be known that woman shall never defy their husband or father, nor any man that commands them!” Luther proclaimed, “Let them know to be subservient in every way to their superiors! After all, was it not Eve that brought all suffering to man by her disobedience of GOD!”

“YES, he speaks the truth!” the villagers cried in delight, well the MEN did anyway, most of the women looked shocked. Seeing this Luther went on, “Are you women not glad to serve your men? To serve as the Lord has decreed? Look upon the punishment this wretched creature is going to receive and consider well your actions lest you end up like her! She is a powerful demon, yet MEN shall enslave her to do GOD’S work! Who are YOU to defy his will! You will walk behind your man and his wish is your command, God wants you to show your submission to atone for Eve’s sins! Drop to your knees at your men’s feet NOW!” With this simple act, these few words Luther appealed to all of mankind’s basest instinct, to dominate the female of the species, he won them over in just a few moments, after all here was God, or an envoy of God, telling them they could do as they had always wanted to do deep inside! With the last booming word the frightened woman dropped to the ground as they had been told, fearful of what the future might bring!

“I give you MEN command of all this realm, as far as you can walk in two days in any direction, all the beast and inhabitants are yours to command!” Luther went on. “Now, let us discuss the payment the Lord expects in return for your blessings!”

“God does not demand payment for blessings!” one younger farmer exclaimed, he lowered his hand to his young wife and said, “Rise my love, this can not be of God!” Just as she started to stand a red laser cut through the projected portal, it sliced the head off the brazen young farmer so fast he took two steps before it slid off his neck! His body moved yet another step before toppling over, his open eyes growing dim as life fled his brain…

“I warned thee, with great blessing comes great responsibility” Luther proclaimed loudly again, “See the hand of God destroy the non believer with the power of the sun!”

“What is to become of me!” the young widow dropped to the ground sobbing, “Please Lord, help me, there are no unmarried men in the village, I will be out in the cold soon! I will starve….please Lord!”

Luther thought for a moment, then added, “As your punishment you will be the village’s communal wife, each week you will serve in a different household until a suitable husband is found!”

S…serve as a WIFE to all the households?” she stammered in shock, clearly aware of the implications. The other women cowered in fear, which was harsh punishment indeed, to be shared by all! Husbands that loved their wives trembled a bit as well, and those that didn’t were given bad ideas.

“It is the only way, unless you prefer banishment to the wilderness!” Luther went on. “As God test each of your families this woman will be a burden, it is only fitting she bring the providers that keep her alive comfort!”

“Luther, you son of a bitch! You are going to ruin these good people’s lives!” Supergirl cried as she regained her breath, ”Please leave them alone!”

“It is up to them Slut!” Luther decreed imperiously, “Serve the Lord or go on as they were and become extinct!”

“As for me and mine, we will obey God!” declared the elder James, and every man present, the heads of nearly thirty households all proclaimed their faith as Supergirl ranted and raved.

“What is God’s will we do with this slattern Lord!” the elder asked as the hub, hub died away. “How are your lowly servants to control such a beast?”

“She is a beast, and that is exactly how you will control her, I will give you a set of rules Elder James, they must be obeyed exactly!” Luther answered. “Are you and your village ready to accept the awesome responsibility, and reap the Lord’s generosity? What say you, what say all of you?”

“I am, Lord, and the villages will as well your eminence!” James answered immediately, “As God is my witness we shall not fail in this task! Please tell us what we are to do!”

“Supergirl is powerful demon” Lex warned them, “She can fly, she can bend irons as big as your leg when she is at full strength! She can destroy you with beams from her eyes as well!”

“Like God did Ezekiel!” one farmer exclaimed.

“NO!” Luther shouted, “hers is a power born of hell, not like God’s goodness, it is like the anti Christ, a mockery of God! But I shall show you how to be safe!”

He went on instructing them on how to control Supergirl, “The blessed green metal is her weakness!” he explained, “and God has seen fit to provide you with enough to control her! The longer she is exposed to the metal the weaker she becomes, but the Lord does not want her killed by it yet! He wants her to suffer his and your wrath for years to come! And this is how you will rule over a demon, listen carefully, your lives, and your souls depend on it…… The green metal is her weakness, in addition to the cage itself, and her shackles, there are two large bars of it attached to the bottom of the cage that can be used… If she is removed from the presence of the green metal, she will regain strength…. You must keep those bars near her for at least 12 hours a day; if she remains collared she will grow as strong as a team of oxen, which you may control”

Luther gave them several minutes of instruction and was pleased to see the villagers committing it to memory, he added, “Write this down word for word, you safety depends on absolute compliance!”

Chapter Three

After several months of captivity Supergirl cowered in her cage, it was nearly dawn, and they usually came for her by now, for another day of abject misery and suffering. She wished she could die, but the way she was restrained at night, it could never be. And what was worse, she needed them to come, she needed the relief.

She recalled early in her captivity, every moment seared into her mind, and her flesh, how she had overheard the Elder telling the men how they were to treat their women from now on as she was hung spread eagle in a barn while the men had a male only meeting, the women were sent to church to pray. All save young Sara, the new widow, she was instructed to serve food and drink for the men.

“The Angel Luther told me that women are the cause of the entire world’s evil, and it stands reason, it was Eve that ate that apple!” James repeated. “Had she not done that we would all be in paradise now! It is clear God regards them as unclean and unworthy”

“What did the Angel Luther say we should do about the women” another villager asked.

“Like this harlot here, he said they should all be broke to the bit, to serve at our whim!” another answered before James could. “He said treat them like the beasts they are, like we treat the blacks, or our livestock!”

Hanging from the rafters Supergirl tried again, “Listen to me, you are God fearing men, you know this can not be what he wants!”

“Gag the slut!” the elder demanded, and the whole group jumped up at once, he laughed and added, “Just you two… Use those red under garments of hers, let us see if she is as human every where as she looks from the outside!”

Two burly youths grabbed her and held her still while one ripped her panties away, when she wouldn’t open her mouth her crushed her tit until she had to scream. “When a man commands you to do something, you will learn to obey, or suffer the pain harlot!”

“MMDDGGWWFFF1” she cried into the foul tasting gag as she was re-hung to watch the proceedings. It was a grim future for Supergirl as she listened to their plotting.

Elder James detailed how the future would look in the village from this day forward, “Luther has told us in order for this colony to survive we must expand, we must increase our population.”

“How are we to feed more mouths?” several of the villagers all asked at once, “We will all starve!”

“No the arch Angel has promised us new ways to grow food faster and more abundantly!” James explained. “He told us not to worry; we will be provided the means to grow.”

“How are we to expand our population?” another elder asked.

“All women of child bearing age should be impregnated immediately” James replied. “It is the perfect time as the off spring will be born between planting and harvest next year. In they mean time they can keep up with their chores whilst pregnant. Luther says all men are bound to produce offspring, doest not the good book say be fruitful and multiply? Also, the Lord has seen fit to allow us to take any natives we find as slaves as well!”

“But my wife seems incapable of bearing children!” the store keeper declared, “I have plowed that field for years with no crop to show for it!”

“Luther has declared that if a woman is not impregnated by her husband within sixty days, she should be bred by a committee to see if she can conceive.” James informed them.

“My wife, bred by others?” the shop keep exclaimed in horror, “The shame of it would kill her!” He didn’t mention the stigma to himself if she became pregnant by others after he had tried for so long

“Has not the shame of being barren not already become unbearable?” James asked. “Besides, there should be no stigma attached to a commandment by an agent of God! And if she conceives by committee, of which of course thou will be a member of, then she will never have to know who fathered your child, it could just as well be yours as they others, is not Luther wise?”

It all seemed so logical to the simple colonist when put that way, but more than one was concerned, “What about our wives, will they not object?”

When the concern was voiced James answered like thusly, “Is it any of their decision? Did God not make it clear they were to be subservient to their husband? What matter their opinion, or that of any female? Do you ask your slaves, or your cows in the matter of God’s will?”

Supergirl was screaming loud enough now even through her gag to be a distraction, “NNNOOOOOO!!! IIISSS IIISSSS WWWWOOOONNGGGGG! SSSTTTPPP!”

“I believe our first order of business is this harlot” the Blacksmith offered. “What specifics did Luther impart to you Brother James as to how we are to manage her?”

“The Angel says she will make a fine beast of burden for the village brethren” James explained. “But first she must be broken like an oxen or horse. She must learn her place amongst men, her superiors. Luther says exposure to the glowing green metal reduces her powers, lest she become uncontrollable, Lord Help us should that occur! Therefore we are to mark her as our procession, and her collar may never be removed.”

“Is she to be common property as well?” several shouted lust clear in their voices.

“Yes, she may be bred” the elder answered. “And I see no sense in waiting, cut her down and place her on the table!”

The kicking and squirming heroine was slammed still shackled to a large slab of a table and bound spread eagle across the top. “Remove her gag, I wish to her beg for forgiveness!” Elder James proclaimed. ”How shall we determine the order we mount her in brothers?” Of course harboring an inner desire to be first, who wouldn’t?

Brother William, a noted suck up to James exclaimed, “I believe the elders first, James has helped bring us this bounty, he should have the honor!”

“Listen!” cried Supergirl as she tried to twist free, “Listen to your selves! You are committing a sin, not worshipping God! Can’t you see that! What is wrong with you people? Are you retarded or what?”

The whole time she was raging the discussion was settled on the order they would use her in, James wound up getting the first shot at her cunt. He dropped his trousers and stood between her spread thighs as several men held her down. “This IS a commandment from God whore, he has decreed thou shall serve us as we see fit! You are to wear that scarlet S on your chest so all will know your nature as the village slut!”

Luther had in fact ordered the villagers to leave her costume on her to remind her of who she had once been… But now it was pulled down around her waist to display her golden orbs of flesh for all to admire.

The farmer placed his hard cock against her pink slit and began to press forward. Supergirl was still too weak from the effects of the Kryptonite to offer much resistance, but she tried to keep him out of her. Slowly his cock began to penetrate her as the lust grew in his eyes, and terror grew in hers. She thought what if they do get in me? What if they do manage to impregnate me? “PPLLLEEEAASSEE SSSSTTTOOPPP!” she screamed over and over again, “Come to your senses, stop this! This is RAPE!”

To add to her humiliation others mauled her breasts as she cried out uselessly for them to stop. When James’s cock finally bottomed out, his balls against her ass, he slowly pulled back and rammed in again, then again, her dry twat burned in pain and shame as she was taken.

“I knew thee was not a virgin you Harlot!” James exclaimed loudly, “But thy cunt is surely tight!” As he raped her, her body responded in self defense, but he used it to shame her further!

“Your cunt grows wet harlot!” he crowed, “Thy body welcomes my cock like a warm moist glove!”

“NOOOO!!” she cried, “That is a lie, it is only a self defense reaction to being raped!”

“No honest woman would grow wet whilst being forced!” proclaimed several of the Brethren as they watched her being violated! “Thou are truly a harlot!”

One grabbed the poor young widow Sara as she passed by bringing a flagon of ale,” Would thou grow wet at such treatment wench?”

The terrified girl answered quickly, “Why no of course not! Only a whore grows wet like that!”

“Well let us see then!” another proclaimed as he grabbed the poor girl and forced her face down over the other end of Supergirl’s bondage table. He grabbed her skirt and tore it away, it and the petticoats below, leaving her naked ass over the table for all to see. “It is time the committee began its duties!” laughed another as he slapped her rump with an open hand, then forced her legs apart. “It is time for you to contribute to the community and bear offspring!” he mocked as he plundered her cunt from behind, shoving her face down onto Supergirl’s as he raped her!

To Supergirl’s shock the young widow berated her as they were both fucked endlessly, “You miserable Harlot, this is YOUR fault! It is YOUR fault my man is dead, none of this would have happened had not thou defied God and Angel Luther! I hope God gives me, a lowly woman, the opportunity to increase thy suffering! All of this be on YOUR head whore!”

“NO, no, you don’t understand!” a distraught Supergirl protested, “I was forced to come here!”

“Of course you were whore; it was the will of God that sent you here!” Sara screamed, “And it is you that have driven our men mad with lust, all us women will suffer for your whorish behavior demon!”

Brother James could not prolong his rape any longer, and Supergirl received his copious wad deep into her womb, the first of nearly thirty she would receive that night as she fought and screamed in outrage.

She could clearly be heard in the church nearby as the women of the village prayed for her, but mostly they prayed their husbands would not turn them over to the committee! Some vowed suicide first; some got some weird feelings of arousal at the prospects as they prayed for salvation.

One by one the men mounted Supergirl, it was seen as their duty, and none dared to seem remiss in the eyes of their brethren, even those that realized this was probably wrong. But James had made it clear he felt he had been given the right to deal out punishment for what he perceived as shirkers in their devotion to God. None of the reluctant villagers wanted to incur his wrath, or God’s, on themselves or their families. They had seen the death dealing beam in the field….

Elijah, the last to take Supergirl that awful night was pleased with himself as he looked down at her disheveled, sweat drenched form Then he rocked back on his heels and pulled his still hard cock out of her spent dripping pussy, which now gaped open wide after being used by so many. He climbed onto the table and straddled her upper body, putting his slime covered cock into her open mouth. “Do not think of biting me whore, thou does not know suffering yet lest you try!” he warned. He leaned forward, driving himself into her so deeply that he hit the back of her throat. Supergirl, only semi-consciences from her ordeal, began to gag and choke pitifully, clawing at the air with her fingers and making terrible retching noises as a heavy stream of spittle and bile escaped her lips and ran down her quivering chin. “Taste thyself and all the brethren on my cock, as God has willed whore!” At the last moment he eased himself out of her mouth and she was able to get her breath. She had not needed to be held down for some time now, her hands, although still shackled were free. “Stroke my pole you slut!” he commanded, when she refused he slammed a fist into her face, and then repeated his commanded. Crushed and defeated she stroked his cock for awhile, her small hand moving easily up and down its long slippery length. Then Elijah grunted, told her he was going to come and ordered her to put his cock back into her mouth and start sucking him again. Supergirl started to resist, but quickly thought better of it, of course she had no choice. She had no sooner complied with his order than she heard him howl and felt his cockhead begin to pulse. She stared up at him, her striking blue eyes wide and full of tears, as his balls released a huge torrent of vile tasting white seed. So great was the rush of cum that suddenly filled her mouth that she couldn't swallow it all and began to choke and cough violently. "Swallow it bitch, swallow it all," he bellowed. She had never heard a voice so low or demanding and it scared her so badly she began swallowing faster, licking at her scum-coated lips, gulping down the sticky, awful tasting semen as fast as his cock pumped it out. She wanted desperately to vomit, but managed to fight back the impulse until finally his monster ejaculation ended. Smiling down at her, he squeezed her face with his hand pushing his middle and index fingers into her mouth until it popped open wide. "Open for me, whore. That's it, a little wider," he cajoled. "Now, stick out your tongue. Eh, good girl, you did swallow all of it." He laughed long and deep…

Her hands were pulled behind her head and tied to her neck which was bound to a high backed straight chair. Rope was wrapped around her upper chest, tits and waist. Her knees were bound to the sides of the chair and her ankle tied to the back legs. More rope ran down from her neck through the valley in her boobs, across her cunt, and up the crack of her ass and tied to her hands. There several knots in the rope placed so they rubbed against her pussy. The red underpants were shoved into her mouth but now rope wrapped twice around her head held them in. Super girl could barely move so all she could do was sit there and fume while they fate was decided. Sara, her petticoats removed to allow the committee quicker access, was serving more ale. At some point the exhausted heroine passed out, cum leaking from her spread legs and pooling on the floor under her.

The next day, when she was awakened by a bucket of cold water Supergirl found her hands were pulled behind her back and tied at the wrists and elbows. A rope ran from her bound elbows up to a ceiling beam. It pulled up her arms forcing the blonde to bend over at the waist. Her legs were locked into a spread bar that kept them pulled apart. Her jaws ached from as steel ring gag that kept her mouth in a wide oval.

“Doest thou like the restraints Brother Samuel fashioned for thee as you slept slut!” James asked as he leered at his captive. “It is time for thou first training session, how ever there are some details Luther commanded that must be attended to first!”

Supergirl watched in helpless terror as a glowing brazier of coals was wheeled in front of her. There for her to see was a branding iron, glowing cherry red from the heat of the coals it laid in! The iron formed the shape of the letter “S”!

“Angel Luther has decreed thou shall wear the scarlet letter “S” for slut, throughout eternity demon!” James proclaimed.

Supergirl normally would have been invulnerable to the iron, but the Kryptonite shackles had reduced her to the strength of a normal woman… A woman who had brutalized and raped for hours with out neither nourishment nor drink! “NNNOOO PPLLEEAAEE” she begged through her iron ring gag pitifully. ”DOOONNN OOOWWW TIISSSSS!” Foam and spittle flew from her mouth as she tried to form the words that would stop this branding she knew was inevitable. “IIIOOOOUUU AAANNYYHHIINNGGGG! EEEAASEEEEE OOPPPPPPP!”

“It is hard to understand thee Harlot,” James seemed puzzled, “Are thoust saying thou wouldst do anything to keep from being branded?”

Shamefully Supergirl answered softly, “esssss” drool running down her chin.

“Thou would service every man in the village to keep thy breast from bearing the mark of a slut?” he asked. “Make thy self plain woman!”

“EEEESSSS!!!” she moaned loudly, “eeaatyhh ssoooppp!” She nodded her head vigorously to impart her pleas as well.

“That PROVES it!” James exclaimed, “What sort of Harlot would beg to service thirty men to avoid God’s wrath! Sara would thou rather be fucked by thirty or branded were you in her place?”

The young, angry red headed widow saw a chance to strike at the one she saw as having caused the whole ordeal of the women in the village! “I would rather bear ten brands than beg to be fucked by one man not my husband…” Then she thought she might have angered the Elder, seeing how he had decreed her as the bride of the entire village. “Or any man the committee did not approve!” she added quickly.

“A fine answer indeed widow Sara!” James proclaimed, “For that I shalt give thee the privilege of applying the Iron to this Harlot’s breast as God has commanded!

“NNNNOOOOOO AAARRAAAAA!” Supergirl screamed through her huge ring gag, but the widow had a look in her eye almost like the men’s look of lust as they had raped her. The red head had a strange tingling in her loins as she realized her power over another human probably for the first time in her young life! She was going to administer punishment for a change, and it excited her greatly! Even her loving husband had beaten her on occasion if she was too slow in his demands, this would be a first for the redheaded daughter of a preacher!

A pair of rough hands first pulled down Supergirl’s famed blue costume top, and then squeezed her large breasts together. The glowing iron had been carefully wrought so as to be the same size as the famed red “S” that had she had proudly worn as a crime fighter.

The heroine screamed through her ring gag like a wounded animal as the glowing iron was pressed to her breast by the snarling teen widow, “Take that harlot!” Sara screamed as she rammed the iron home. “Take that for all those lives thou hast ruined by your ungodly behavior whore!”

The iron sizzled and popped as it burned the letter deep into her flesh, “AAARRRGHH GGAAWDDDDDDD!” cried the scorched heroine, “EEEATHH SSSTTTPPPPPPPPP!” she pleaded as her perfect breasts were marked. She screamed until her brain could stand no more then she passed out.

Chapter Four

Supergirl fought against the light, she did not want to go back there, she didn’t want to go into that world of pain, but she was given no choice once again. The bucket of cold water on her naked flesh forced her back to the world of agony she had been thrown into.

Her jaws ached from the ring spreading them wide and her shoulders blazed with pain as she hung suspended from Brother James stables rafters. But the worse agony rose from her chest, she sobbed as she looked down to see a seared “S” branded on her breasts where her costume would have normally carried that proud emblem.

“What have they done to me?” she sobbed as she shuddered and cried, “I am ruined…”

“Shut up you evil whore!” a female voice uttered from behind her, “You have yet to see what God’s wrath visits upon unholy women!” As the heroine tried to turn to see who was addressing her, an old woman walked around in front of her. Well at first Supergirl thought she was old anyway, but after she stared closely she was not sure anymore.

“OOOWWRRR UUUUUU?’ Supergirl slobbered through the painful ring gag.

“I am Brother James’ wife!” the woman told her. “We have been happily married for ten years, until thou came to us! Did thou think one could show her herself off like a whore and escape the consequences demon? Doest thee think you may seduce and corrupt our men?”

“NNOOOAAHHH” the suspended heroine slobbered, “UUSSTTT WANT TO ESCAPE!”

“Did you say escape whore?” the old looking woman cackled, “Where do you think thou might go? The men have plans for you slut, but that is good for the rest of us women, while they use you, they leave us alone!”

“Hilda, step away from the slut and prepare my meal!” James commanded as he stormed in the door of his cabin. The old looking woman shuffled off muttering curses in his general direction.

The big farmer cum Elder of the village stood in front of the Heroine, “Has thou learnt thy place in the world slut?” he asked. James smiled as he moved right in front of the helpless beauty and began to examine her. He cupped her tits and massaged them. Then he asked, “Would you like me to remove that gag whore?”

“ESS I WOULD EWW ASSTARD!” she screamed

“A slut should never address her superiors as “bastard” cunt!” he shouted as he smashed her across the face with an open hand, “Now ask me nicely slut!”

“HHRREEWWW OOUU!” she cursed at him.

He couldn’t understand her, but he got the tone of the message and another open hand slammed into her tits. He back handed her raw branded breasts, slapping back and forth several times sending burning waves a pain to her skull with every blow. “Now slut, know ye this” he snarled in her face, “I will ask again nicely if you would like that gag removed whore, but if you curse me again I will brand your face next… Now would you like me to remove your gag, and you will address me as Master James.”

The thought of a glowing iron being laid on her face nearly caused her to piss herself in fright. She knew she had to play along or suffer unimaginable pain.

Swallowing her pride she spat through her ring gag, “PUULLTTHH ASTER JAMES!”

“Now was that so hard slut?” he chuckled as her face burned scarlet red, she knew each small surrender was giving up a small part of herself. He removed the huge ring gag, unbuckling the strap behind her head, “Open wide whore!” It was so large he had to pull hard to remove it because her jaw muscles were so tense from cramping.

After Supergirl worked her jaws until they worked freely she snapped. “I may be at your mercy but know this asshole, I will not submit you, do what you will! You may make me do things and you may do things to me, or make me say those awful things, but I will NEVER, EVER, willingly submit.”

The big farmer grabbed her left tit and twisted it viciously, twisting her fresh brand as she tried to pull away, “You forgot how to address me already whore? Perhaps I need to have Hilda fetch my iron!”

“NNOOOOOO!!!!!!” she cried in anguish, please, no more, I am sorry, I apologize Master James! Please Sir, my breasts, please!”

He released his crushing grip, “Oh you will be challenge.” James laughed as he ran his hands over her full, rich body, “But see, you WILL submit, even if just a little at time! But I am a patient man and you will be worth the effort once thy are broke!”His hands pinched and rubbed her soft flesh. He slipped his fingers into her pussy between her wide spread legs and began to stroke it.

“Some day it will grow nice and wet at my touch, or even at my command from a distance whore!” he told her as she sobbed in shame,” Nice and wet!”

In her mind she swore no matter what they made her do or say, she would not be broken like a common farm animal! Never!

She had been raped by thirty men, but somehow this individual mauling was even more humiliating. The previous night seemed somehow detached from reality, but now, this, it brought home her situation was dire and unless something drastic occurred, it was likely unalterable!

“Would thou like to clean thy self?” he asked, he grasped her sore breast almost gently, but the threat was clearly there, defy him and he would make her suffer again. So again a small amount of dignity was sacrificed to help her towards her goal of self preservation and escape, or at least so she told herself.

“Yes master James” she answered quietly. He had broken many a spirited horse in his day; he was not fooled by her demeanor.

“That was certainly better slut!” he laughed. He took a heavy chain and fastened it to her green collar, the collar that kept her from killing this bastard in an instant. He used the pulley that had cranked her up off the floor until her toes barely touched the ground to lower her. To her surprise her knees buckled and she fell heavily forward onto her hands and knees.

“Good!” James laughed, “It saved me from making you get on your hands and knees! I think thou should crawl to the creek as penance for your earlier outburst!” She just glared at him, wishing for her heat ray vision back!

He jerked her chain and told her, “Ye would be well advised to heel when told to whore!” And thus a lowly early American farmer lead the maid of might like a beast on a chain to the common ford at the creek running through the center of the village. As she crawled she was mocked and spat upon by both men and women, even the children. When a couple of the older boys grabbed switches and swatted her ass as she passed James waited before stopping them.

“No boys, it is obeying its master, one should not treat a beast cruelly when it obeys, even a demon such as this!”

Again her face went beet red in shame as she was led like a dog, her bare sore tits swaying under her. Old women and young both chided her for being a slut, only a slut would allow herself to be treated like that they proclaimed loudly.

He led her to the creek on her hands and knees, and then commanded, “Strip thyself Harlot so thou may get as clean as a whore can!” He examined her wrist and ankles and saw they had a sickly green band of skin around them from the Kryptonite shackles. He had them removed, and Supergirl almost immediately felt a small lessening of the nausea the green metal induced.

Women grabbed children and dragged them back to their homes so they wouldn’t see this shamed woman naked in the stream. Supergirl hesitated, the shame was overwhelming, but then she thought, “Well at least it drove some of the bastards away!” And the cold water looked so inviting for her burned tits…She started to scoop up some water in her hands but James smacked them away. “Thou art a beast, thy will drink like a beast!” He placed a boot on her ass and shoved her into the stream face first. She sobbed as she swallowed the cool water in gulps, the stream soothing her breasts as she waded in on hands and knees.

“Remove thy rags filthy harlot!” James commanded,” And cleanse thyself thoroughly, thy will be entertaining at my home this evening and thou smell like a pig! Rub that cunt clean whore!”

More humiliation heaped on her as she stroked her sore pussy with her hand, reaching under her while a score of men watched, undisguised lust plain on their faces. The cool water did revitalize her somewhat though, almost making it worth it, when James tugged on her lead she did not want to leave the refreshing torrent.

“I told you to heel bitch!” he snarled at her reluctance, “Thy wants do not matter, doest thou understand! Answer me properly whore! Do you want me to replace thy shackles?”

“Yes master James!” she fairly snarled, wishing she could snap his head off his shoulders and damning the Kryptonite that held her so securely. “I mean no Sir; please do not replace those shackles!”

“That is a fine looking beast thee is leading!” the crowd jeered. “I wonder how it would look hitched to my wagon!” one wag exclaimed, “Or perhaps my carriage!” another chimed in.

That gave James an idea, “Smithy, fetch my buggy! And the harness maker, I have a job he might enjoy!”

Supergirl knew this was not going to be enjoyable as James’ light buckboard was pulled to the town square. “Stand between the poles!” he commanded his captive. The Angel Luther told me thee had Super strength that of a hundred men, but the green metal keeps thee weakened. The longer it is near thee, the weaker thou grow. He told me thou would still be controllable if thy shackles were removed for a few hours a day.”

It was true, she was already feeling a bit better, but she didn’t want them to know in case there was an escape opportunity! She tried to hide her growing strength, “No Master James, the shackles have been in place to long, and Luther has made the collar too powerful…”

“Is the harlot suggesting the Angel LIED?” roared a villager.

“We will see shortly!” James answered, “If she lies she will be punished!”

Supergirl thought to herself, “How could they punish me more?” She was about to find out…

When the requested craftsmen had returned with the supplies James had ordered, they went to work.

“Stand!” James commanded testily, and when she had risen to her feet, he slapped her across the face with an open hand. He noted it had actually hurt his hand about as much as it seemed to hurt her! “When a human male gives thee a command thou will answer him “Yes Master” you demon whore!”

“Yes, Master James!” she spat with vehemence, praying he would just screw up and take off her collar, just once…

“Thy words are correct, but thy attitude needs correcting!” her tormentor smacked her again, “Does it not?”

She just glared at him, not answering at all.

“Very well then whore, I see we have work to do!” he smacked her again, then again as two huge men grabbed her arms to keep her from striking back. They could barely restrain her as her strength returned, or at least part of it.

“Shackle her, but use the iron slave shackles we use for the blacks!” James commanded. When she was once again secured in chains, although not the glowing green kryptonite shackles this time James ordered, “Take her to the stocks!”

The former heroine was rudely shoved into the colonial stocks, her head and wrist secured by a massive board with holes cut in it that clamped closed and was locked, forcing her to bend at the waist. But instead of putting her into the stocks on her belly, they had bent her over backwards so her tits stuck skywards. Her ankle chains were pulled tightly apart, spreading her lower extremities for all to see.

Standing in front of her, brother James snarled, “Thou will learn thy place, but I hope not too quickly, I enjoy seeing you like this!” Then to her horror she heard him offer, “Is there anyone who would like to use this harlot as she was meant to be used?” and it seemed a hundred voices cried in unison that they would!

Supergirl felt a rough finger run up her slit, fondling her most private places with no qualms or threat of retaliation! It was just a moment before she felt the first fat hard cock shoved against her pink opening, then it was rammed past her defenses in spite of her best efforts to clamp her cunt closed. She sobbed, determined not to cry out as her sore cunt was dry raped again.

“Bring her ring gag!” James ordered, and soon a boy handed it to him and he dangled it in front of her face as she was raped from behind.

“Open thy mouth whore!” he commanded. She refused, glaring and clamping her jaws tightly shut. “Thou wouldst defy me?” he roared, “Then thou shall suffer the consequences! I expected you may be defiant and had the smithy prepare for it! Bring me the whip!”

Her eyes grew wide in terror as he held a long cat of nine tails in front of her eyes for her to examine. “Notice the tip harlot!” he admonished. They had woven weights into the tips of each of the lashes, Kryptonite weights! Just as he showed her the whip, the man raping her shot his load deep into her cunt with a loud grunt and laughed “Next!”

“Hold!” commanded James, “Enough pleasure for the Harlot, it is time for her to pay for her insolence!” He brought the multi lashed cat of nine tails in an arc down on her exposed breasts. Even though she had recovered some of her strength and invulnerability the lash tore at her flesh with a loud “SSSLLLAPAPP!” The metal tips bit into her exposed flesh like claws. Her eyes flew open in shock at the level of pain, her breasts felt like they had been shredded! Her jaws flapped open in a silent scream as it took a second before she could make a sound, then when it came it was piercing! “AAAWWWWWRRGHHHHHHH!” Then the lash descended again with the same meaty tearing “SSSLLLAAAAPPPPPP!” and another cry was torn from her throat. “SSSTTTPPP!!!!!PPPLLEEAASSEE GGGOOODD SSSTTTOOPPPP!” she wailed helplessly.

She continued to scream as James applied five more strokes of the cruel lash across her tits and bare abdomen. “Hast thou already forgotten how to address me?” James snarled as he gave her another lash.

“No God, please, MASTER JAMES! Please stop!” she pleaded earnestly. “I am sorry Sir, Please don’t!”

“Are thee ready to accept thy gag whore?” he asked her. As he did he dragged the lash across her wide spread cunt mound, re-enforcing the threat he held in his hand. “Or shall I continue striping thy whore’s flesh?”

The thought of that lash on her cunt terrified her, the pain would be unimaginable! “Yes master James; please do not hit me again!”

One of the other Elders spoke up, “I think I see the basis for the slut’s insolence brother James, she believes herself to be HUMAN female, or even perhaps at least an equal of a man!”

“Thou art right!” James exclaimed, “We must disabuse this vile creature of that notion, it is cruel to let it think otherwise!”

Again running the whip over the sobbing heroines wide spread, cum leaking cunt he asked, “Are thou the equal of a man?”

She nearly pissed herself as she felt the kryptonite tips of the flail rub along her sore slit. “Stay alive!” she told herself, “Play along and save yourself some pain!” she rationalized, while deep inside she knew it was another surrender of a part of herself. “No master James!” she moaned sadly.

He made her repeat the cruel humiliation, “What did thy say harlot? Speak up so that the entire village may hear thee address me!”

“No Master James!” she wailed.

“Thou are not what?” he demanded.

“I am not the equal of a man!” she moaned loudly, hoping that is all he would want. Then quickly added “MASTER JAMES!” knowing she had screwed up by forgetting that part! A quick flick of his wrist sent the tails of the whip against her cunt mound, not a full lash, but in that spot it hurt none the less.

“AAWWWRRGH!” She screamed, “Please Master, I apologize!”

“It is clear thy think of thyself as human!” James exclaimed. “Though need to forget that idea, thou are not! A beast should not address themselves as a human would, so you will not use the words “I” or “Me” when referring to yourself from this instant forward beast. You will use “this harlot” or this “Slut” in reference to thy self, is that clear? Answer me properly!”

Another tear at her self respect and her very humanity! But she had now choice as the kryptonite laced flogger was dragged across her pink slit again, the threat so very clear. She sobbed tearfully, “Y…y…yes Master, t…this” and her next words tore at her soul, “Th…this…sl…slut understands…” as she took yet another step down the slippery slope of enslavement.

“Good, then perhaps thy will be of use to this village after all whore!” one of the farmers chimed in. “I believe I will make use of you now!” James stepped aside as the filthy twisted old man positioned himself between her legs and pulled his withered old cock out of his trousers and rubbed her sore twat with it. “How would ye like to have a whelp with me whore?’ he laughed, “My last wife had three before the worthless bitch died…”

All Super girl could do was sob until James held the whip up again, “Thee best answer him harlot!”

“No, please master, I…I…mean this Slut does not wish children!” she cried catching her mistake uselessly as she was raped again, one man after another using her as a cum receptacle.

James told her, “Open thy mouth Harlot” and she complied, this time without even a glance at his face. “That is better whore, but thee forgot you say “Yes master” and ye will be punished, but later. Now enjoy your new found friends!”

“UGH! UGH! UGH!” Supergirl grunted as James pumped his cock in and out her open mouth. She tugged at the ropes binding her but there was no point. The blonde knew she wasn’t going anywhere.

James fucked her mouth with loud hard strokes watching her eyes pop with each thrust of his cock. His hands were full of soft tit flesh, which her pinched and twisted. The bound blonde sobbed and gasped as she was forced to take the cock over and over. Her tits were in agony from all the rough fondling.

Another grabbed onto the huge boobs and mashed them around as he began to fuck her with long hard strokes. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” the former maid of might squealed as the cock slid in and out her pussy. She gasped and sobbed as she was royally raped while their friends talked and laughed a few feet way.

“Take it bitch!” a villager laughed as he forced his cock in and out. He mauled her tits between his hard callused hands, pulling and twisting them into hard balls of flesh, tearing at her fresh brand

“OH! OH GOD SAVE ME!” The blonde wept, “Someone save me!”

“Ain’t anyone going to save you from my cock!” He laughed as he buried his cock into her pussy. “God wants nothing to do with a Harlot like you!”

The blonde grunted and squealed as the cock ravished her body, which was now burning with pain. She had heard some women finally lubed while being raped, but she seemed to always remain dry.

A tall thin man worked his cock deep into her hole and laughed as he filled it with his cum. “OH MYYYYYY GAWDDDDDDD!” Tracie screamed as the hot scalded her cunt channel rubbed raw by so many rapes. The salty jism burned like liquid fire.

When the farmer finished, he went around in front of her face and cock slapped her as so many had that day already. “Lick it clean, whore.” he demanded, “LICK!”

Supergirl didn’t say a word as she glumly licked her juices and his cum off his pole. She sobbed as she ran her tongue over the cock until it was clean.

When the village men had had their fill of her, James had her taken from the stocks and tossed into the cold stream again.

James instructed Hilda to wash Supergirl’s much soiled costume, the woman fairly snarled a rejoinder for him to do it himself, and then quickly thought better of it, she could end up in Supergirl’s place the way the world was changing for the village! Every female was afraid she might be next.

James dragged his captive from the water and pulled her to the village square where his wagon waited.

She was placed between the poles once again as the harness maker ran his hands over her sleek naked form. She tried to pull away from him as he poked and prodded her breasts and crotch.

“Brother William, can thee make me a driving harness for this slut?” James asked him.

“Perhaps were she better trained and would stand still for me to measure!” the leatherworker snorted.

James reached out and slapped Supergirl across the face violently, “Unless thee wishes to be lashed fifty times thy will stand still for every man that touches thee!”

Supergirl dropped her eyes to the ground in shame, then realized she was tardy in answering him, “Y…yes Master James!”

William took the measurements he needed, “I will have it for thee in two days time.”

“The cost?” James inquired.

“A weeks use of the Harlot” William answered.

“For one harness?” James laughed, “One days use!”

“Three and we have a bargain!” William countered.

Hearing the two men barter for the use of her slapped Supergirl’s pride yet again, another step down that slope of her lost humanity.

“Two!” offered James

“Done!” the harness maker declared.

Just like that, she had been pimped out, the most powerful being on the planet’s cunt being sold like a common whore!

James, looking closely at Supergirl’s welted tits noticed the stripes were beginning to heal already. Luther had told him this was a sign she was regaining her evil powers. “It is time to re-shackle the harlot!” he declared to the village, “lest she grow too powerful to control!”

Brother William reached out to take her lead strap, but James stopped him, “AFTER her harness is made correctly Sir! After! We have more preparations for the slut first!”

The leatherworker left muttering to himself to prepare the harness james had ordered for the captive. “Smithy, hast thou made the items I require?” James asked the hugely muscled village blacksmith.

“Aye, bring her to the shop!” he answered.

Supergirl was dragged, shuffling in her leg irons to the village Blacksmith shop where to her surprise the green shackles were removed from her ankles and wrists. She would know from this day forward that might not always mean relief! Burly men tied rough ropes around her wrist and tossed them over massive beams in the log structure, then pulled them tight, spreading her arms wide over her head.

“Spread thy legs whore!” James commanded her tersely, when she was slow he sent the lash against her tit in a vicious swipe! AAARRGGHHFFHH!” she cried through the oversized ring gag,” SPREAD THY LEGS SLUT!” he shouted.

Frightened at his sudden anger she spread her legs to shoulder width, and sputtered through her ring gag, “yeethh mather!” two more ropes soon had her spread even further, exposed for all to see or use as they saw fit.

“My payment will be two days with the Harlot as well!” the Smith announced.

“Agreed” James answered, fair is fair, “Provided thy work is satisfactory!”

“It will be as thou described!” the Smith answered, a little offended.

“Very well then, please proceed if you are happy with our bargain!” James proclaimed.

“Which does thee want installed first?’ Smith asked, unsure where to begin.

“I think her breasts” James answered.

Puzzled by their conversation Supergirl could only dread what they were talking about, it could not be good for her! She was so right…

The Smith set a small table in front of her, and smiled a nasty snageled toothed grin, “We are going to have fun the next two days sweet one!” Supergirl realized there was no way she was going to enjoy her stay at the Smith’s shop!

The huge man laid out some tools on the little table in front of her, and several iron rings that had one open end. With yet another coarse, rough rope, the smith began to bind the maid of Might’s breasts. She squirmed as the rough cord poked her flesh but he just laughed in her face, “In a few moments thou won’t even feel the rope slattern. The magnificent globes were so large in diameter and so ample that the cord had to pass not once, not twice, or even three times around…after six four wraps, Supergirl’s right rope breast pulled taught, turning the milk bag into a large bulb the size of a man’s head. The stray end of the cord looped up the breast bone and around her neck before circling the back around to the left breast, where it coiled and cinched the mass of flesh and fat until it matched the other side. Her improvised chest harness was cinched, pinching her tightly together. Jutting them away from her body the bindings already had them turning purple.

He held a large iron sewing awl in front of her eyes as they grew wide in the sudden realization of her worst nightmare, he was going to pierce her with it!

“Remember Smithy, under her nipples!” James reminded him, “We have use for those later!”

The huge blacksmith grinned cruelly as he pressed the awl to her magnificent tit flesh just below and behind her pink nipple. As she screamed helplessly, spittle covering her molester, he slowly rammed the long iron awl through the bottom of her breast.

“AAWWWGGGAAAAWWDDD!!” she screamed like a wounded animal, when he placed the awl against her other breast she became frantic, struggling against her tight bonds, the rough ropes chaffing her skin, but the terror of that awl made he ignore that small discomfort!

He leaned in close as he slowly shoved the awl through her breast, his fetid stinking breath in her face as she cried in anguish, “WWWHHYY MMMEEEEEE! EEEAASSEEEEEE SSSSTTTOOPPPPP!”

“Thee needs to be harnessed harlot!” the Smithy leered as he pierced her tit flesh, “But wait until thee gets thy next piercing, I will enjoy it even more!”

His cruel words barely registered with the tightly bound and spread heroine, his words sounded like odd echoes through the haze of pain. The men noticed her dazed state as open ended ring were threaded through the new holes in her tits. The openings were left gaping for the moment and a bucket of cold water was thrown on her to revive her.

After she had regained some of her faculties they went on with the dehumanizing procedures. The huge stinking blacksmith ran his finger up her pink slit a few times as she struggled to get away from his callused hands, but she was too tightly bound to go anywhere. He stroked her clit, noting its size as he coaxed it from its hood. “Aye lassie, ye have a fine little love button here! Once we pierce it, it will be easier to find!

What had escaped her before in his words now became horribly clear and the implication was to much to bear! “OOWW GGAAWWDDDD PPLLEEEATTHH NNNOOO!!!!!!!” she cried, the ring gag making her speech nearly unintelligible, the gag and the sheer terror in her voice.

“PPLLEEAATTHH NNOOO!!!! OOOWWW CAAAIINNTTTT!” she pleaded, “NNOOTT HHHAAATTTTTT! PPPLLEEAATHHH! AAANNYTHING BUT THAT! YYOOUU CAN’T PPLLEEAASEEE!”

She was still begging as the awl was rammed through her flesh, twisting and writhing as much as her strict bond would allow. Some of the men though she might jerk her own joints out of socket as she tossed and twisted in agony.

“YE GADS!” the smith swore as she pissed herself, spraying his hands and boots, “Ye shall clean those boots with thy tongue harlot!” he swore as he back handed her across the face.

They pierced her nose and ears as well, but by that point she was babbling incoherently. But another round of pain was in store for the once proud heroine. Her restraints were removed and she collapsed to the floor. Two burly men lifted her by her arms and her tits were placed on a large anvil. The smith choose a huge hammer and stood in front of her, looking into those once clear commanding blue eyes, now a deep red and tear filled.

“W…ww…hhattt? She managed to stammer.

He didn’t answer, he just swung the hammer in a powerful arc, she tried to move out of the way, but she ended up hurting herself by doing so. The hammer slammed into her tit flesh instead of onto the iron ring in her breast!

“SSSSMMMMAAACCCUUUSSHHH!” the meaty impact echoed as Supergirl’s screams became piercing at a new octave she had not managed before. Women a half mile away shuddered, they knew only a woman being brutalized could scream from so deep in her soul, and they knew they might be next!

The piercing wail Supergirl unleashed would sear itself into anyone who heard its minds forever. Some of the men who were helping break her felt a huge pang of remorse, pondering their place in all of this, what creature, even a demon, deserved THAT!

When she finally settled down, her smashed tit an angry black and blue, James had another bucket over water thrown over her. “Now

listens harlot” he snarled, “Thou caused that thyself! Remain still, the Smithy’s hand his sure, he must weld those rings closed. If thy move again, he might strike thee instead of his target! I doubt he much cares, knowing his ways with women and beasts, so I suggest thee submit!”

Her spirit crushed like her mashed breast the Maid of Might, the once invincible heroine sobbed, “Yes master James, please, no more, I will be still!”

When her breast was placed back upon the cold anvil she dared not flinch as the Smith hammer welded the iron ring closed. Each blow sent waves of pain through the much damaged tit flesh, but she held fast, but her eyes told the true story. She was beaten. James recognized the look, he had seen it in the eyes of his slaves on his farm, and in the beasts he had tamed. He was sure there would be more acts of rebellion on her part at some point, but when she allowed those rings to be hammered shut, her fate was sealed. They had even placed two rings in her tongue…

Two agonizing days later the harness was done. She had spent two days with the warped blacksmith who had used her constantly, her cunt ached in pain, and his massive cock had stretched and torn even her. She understood why the Smith had already buried two wives in just five years, and his third young wife was huge with child, but that didn’t stop the brute from making her complete her rigorous chores daily

He rutted Supergirl like an animal, bending her over and taking her like a beast at ever chance, and he made sure there were many chances. And when he was not raping her, he was using her as a beast of burden, making her move heavy objects and fetching water. He was all too quick to apply the lash if he believed her to be dawdling in the slightest. Those forty eight hours seemed like an eternity in the depths of hell itself. The smith took great pleasure in dragging her about by her pierced breasts, and he ignored the edict she wear her costume handed down by Luther, she was paraded naked through the streets. But finally that ordeal was over, she had paid off the Smith’s labor and he grudgingly lead her back to the Elder’s farm.

“Here is ye beast!” he grumbled as he handed James her chain. “I would use her again as soon as possible; I have much use for her!”

“There are many in line Smithy!” James laughed, “But thy time will soon return, fear not!” If they had been looking at Supergirl, they would have see a shudder and a tear run down her face as she contemplated her fate.

Chapter Five

The morning after she was returned to James by the cruel blacksmith, the harness maker arrived for to take her for his two days in payment for his services. He found Elder James and the heroine in James’ horse barn. He had made her a stall in the barn, and Supergirl’s Kryptonite cage was inside the stall, although James had not put her in it. Instead the farmer had locked her collar by a chain over a rafter beam.

The rest overnight had helped to rejuvenate her a bit; some of the more angry bruises had healed overnight. A respite from the effects of the glowing green poison had certainly helped her recover.

As the leather worker brother William approached he saw James replacing her shackles, she had been redressed in her super heroine costume as well. Her new nipple rings were clearly visible beneath the tight blue top of her costume. Although her short red skirt hid it at the moment, her clit ring was just as evident, they had pulled her clit out far enough and put a big enough ring in it that it could not retract back into it’s sheath. She had always been a bit ashamed of her over sized nub, but now it was a huge source of embarrassment. The lecherous old cobbler thought “that wont last long” to himself as he looked at her clothing. He could hardly wait to bury his wrinkled old cock in her tight pussy. Like James, his wife, this one his second, was becoming an old hag, but then again she had a hard life and five children by him.

“Does thou wish her gagged?” James asked.

“Does the beast bite?” William answered.

“I can not say with certainty she would not!” James told him.

“Then gag the whore, besides I like the way it looks its mouth!” he laughed.

“Please Master James” Supergirl pleaded, “I will not bite him… I promise.”

“First whore, thy will get five lashes from Master William for addressing thyself as “I” James roared angrily. “Secondly, thy hast no say in the matter harlot, MEN decide thy fate harlot! So I believe another five lashes is in order!”

Supergirl started to say something, but the look on James’ face told her she should remain quiet or risk more punishment. She just sobbed with the unjust cruelty fate had bestowed on her as her next two days were discussed.

“Shall I drive it out here after her harness is completed?” William asked. “And what of her clothing should I remove it to fit the harness?”

“No, it is not broken to drive yet; I reserve that privilege unto myself!” James laughed. I will call for her, or better yet, deliver my wagon and the black stallion I have at the stables in town when ye come back if ye would be so kind! The Angel Luther has decreed she is to wear her costume, but if thee need to modify it to fit the harness we have devised, do so.”

“As ye wish” William laughed, “I would be more than willing to break it for you…”

“Thee hast two days brother William, I suggest thee enjoy it whilst it last!” the farmer admonished. “Thy time is wasting!”

The cobbler/harness maker led the heroine from her stall by a lead chain to his wagon where his wife and dog sat waiting. Supergirl started to get on when he jerked her to the ground by her neck chain.

“What is thou thinking Harlot?” he snarled. “Thou is not fit to ride with me or my wife on the wagon, thee shall follow!” He fastened her chain to the back of the wagon.

The fact the leatherworker’s dog got to ride on the seat was a not so subtle reminder of her new station in life!

“William, this is thy last chance!” the man’s wife Jane protested, “I do not want that harlot demon at our home or near our children!”

“Does that blackened eye thy received this morning not serve as warning of your importance exceeding my tolerance level old woman!” William growled as he back handed his wife across the face. “Thou were always a slow learner woman!” as he slapped her again. “No has thou changed her mind?”

“Yes husband!” his wife sobbed, “I am sorry to have questioned thy authority!”

The sadistic old man fairly ran his horse the two miles back to his shop up the dusty road. She was a mess when she arrived after having stumbled several times and been dragged until William had seen fit to stop long enough for her to get up.

He had gotten down and unfastened his trousers to take a piss while she got back up. When he had emptied his bladder he shook his cock at Supergirl and laughed, “I should have thee hold it while I piss demon!”

William’s poor wife stared daggers at him, which he ignored, and at Supergirl, who could only look away in shame.

Once back at his home William commanded his wife Jane to tend to the horse, “I have other livestock needs attention!” he laughed as he led Supergirl to his shop. His battered wife swore under her breath as she shuffled off as he had commanded. She knew her husband and knew he would be using the heroine badly over the next two days and jealousy swelled in her chest.

“Place thy hands behind thy head harlot!” he ordered her to stand in front of a post. “I suggest thee stand erect or this harness may not fit thee well!” he warned. “Thy will be spending the rest of thy life in it, it is best it fits well whore!”

Supergirl wanted to beat him to death, then flee, but she was shackled hand and foot, and weakened to the point of being no stronger than a normal child by the kryptonite in her bonds, there was nothing else to do but endure it and hope for an opportunity to escape this hell!

“I have watched ye flaunt your wicked body long enough whore” William leered, “Who is thy master Harlot?”

“You are my master” Supergirl answered without emotion. “I will do what ever you ask, say what ever you want, just please stop hurting me, please”

A stinging back hand was her answer, “thy has been warned about referring to thyself as “Me or “I” slut! Thou are a beast and no more than a beast, not entitled to those human labels!”

“Yes master, I.. uh… this harlot is sorry!” she sobbed, not looking into his eyes, afraid he would see her rage contained there. She wanted to kill him, kill him slowly, but she had to bide her time, she wasn’t going anywhere!

“Spread thy legs harlot!” William commanded, and again, in that flat voice fully intended to comply with their demands but deny them any pleasure from her words, she answered, “yes master!”

The old harness maker rubbed her cunt with his callused finger for several moments, then snarled in her face with stinking breath, “How does thee like that whore? Does it make ye randy?”

After the shame of having her cunt lube itself in self defense of her first rape after getting here, her pussy seemed like it would never lube itself again, she swore she would never allow any sign that her rape was anything but a forced fucking.

Guessing at what he wanted to hear she answered like she imagined a whore might, “Oh yes baby, please, that feels so good!” But she did it in that same flat monotone voice and he knew instantly she was mocking him. She remained as dry as the barn floor as he fiddled clumsily with her cunt. Clearly no one had ever taught him to pleasure a woman. Williams’ wife, watching from the shadows would agree whole heartedly! She had endured his gross attempts at lovemaking like a dutiful wife for years now. But seeing how angry it made him when the captive didn’t respond, Jane decided she had faked her last orgasm for the rotten bastard that was cheating on her with this whore!

“Thy remains as dry as sand!” he snarled, “I may as well not waste my time on your comfort anymore!” He spun her around and forced her over a barrel, ass in the air, then kicked her legs apart. “Might as well fuck ye arse as ye cunt, one is a dry as the other!”

Suddenly remorseful at where her actions ended her up, Supergirl cried, “No please, not there, please!” So far her anal opening had remained inviolate, the thought of being forced there was unimaginable! “Please, I will try to lubricate if you don’t take m...” she almost screwed up and said “me” but caught herself, “If you don’t fuck this slut in it’s ass, it will try t…”

But it was too late, she felt his wrinkled old cock press against her virgin outer ring as he leaned over and growled into her ear. “I suggest thee relax whore!” then he bucked his hips and rammed his cock an inch past her defenses, then he rammed again driving it deeper, three thrust later he his balls slapped her cunt under him!

“Gads ye are tight, like that cow I married was once!” he drooled as he rammed even a bit deeper into her bowels.

“AAAWWFF!!!” Supergirl cried, “UFFFFGH! UUFFGGHH! UUFFGGHH!” she grunted each time he thrust into her.

As Williams wife Jane watched from the shadows she felt an odd sensation, the sight of her man using another woman, even a vile harlot, sent warmth radiating upwards from her crotch as she observed the rape. Seeing another woman dominated by her man, who she had become to regard as impotent the last couple years was oddly stirring to her blood! He was a fine man after all, sure he beat her, but she had never been left hungry or homeless.

When William shot his load into his victims bowels Jane nearly came as well, her knees were wobbly as she had hiked her skirt and was touching herself, half ashamed at her actions, but unable to resists the devil’s call!

William was startled when she touched his shoulder, he was still buried in Supergirl’s ass and contemplating another rape when Jane reached him,” Husband, would thou use his wife instead? I have seen thee with the harlot; I would take thy seed instead! I grow wet for thee, not like that whore of a bitch thy just used!”

Completely shocked the leather worker pulled out of Supergirl’s ass with a humiliating plop, “You saw me…” he stammered.

“Aye!” Jane stated, “I saw thee be a man, like thy used to be when I married thee! Use the whores mouth to get thee ready again, but I claim thy seed as thy WIFE!”

The way his always prudish wife spoke was nearly enough to get William hard again, but he jerked Supergirl’s face up and cock slapped her, “Lick it hard whore, my wife claims the reward, but thy can serve THAT purpose!” He rammed her mouth down his shaft until his cock hit the back of her throat. Her nose was thrust into his unwashed crotch and the smell as well as her gag reflex made her nearly vomit. The contractions of her throat milked the remaining cum out of his cock and got him ready for the next shot almost instantly. Supergirl could taste her own shit on his rod as he faced raped her, cleaning it with her throat.

As he was getting ready, his wife padlocked Supergirl’s lead chain to a post used to restrain livestock as he fitted their harness. “Thee will wait until I finish with MY husband Harlot!” she snarled. She twisted Supergirl’s nipple rings, tearing at the still healing flesh, “Did thou think to steal my man with thy whore ways?”

Of course Supergirl couldn’t answer, she had a throat full of cock, but she wanted to tell this deranged woman, tell ALL of the village women that she wanted NOTHING to do with their men, let alone steal one or more of them! All she wanted was her freedom, she had hoped the Leather worker would make a mistake and she could flee, but his shrew wife had seen he had not secured her and remedied that!

William took his wife there in the barn, the first time he had ever lain with her anywhere besides their bed, she would have never allowed it before, he had tried often enough.

All night long the couple fucked near her, but she was forced to play a role after each fucking. She was made to cleanse the pair, even Jane, after each coupling, licking them clean and also getting them ready for the next round. As the night wore on the couplings grew further apart, even Williams renewed vigor could only last so long, while Jane, once having found sexual liberty seemed insatiable, even face raping Supergirl as her husband worked on the harness he had been commissioned to make.

He had never seen his wife like this, and William was a happy man as he worked, Jane had suggested even after they had to return Supergirl to James that perhaps it was time to by a nice pair of darkies to use around the farm…

When the shiny red leather harness was finally finished and even Jane sated for the time being, Supergirl was cleaned up and fastened securely into her new flexible hell. Two straps were tightly wrapped around her plump breast, already turning that lovely shade of bondage purple and forcing them out from her chest like a soft shelf. Two more straps led from her ear rings back over her shoulders and down the crack of her ass where they passé through her crotch and fastened to the ring in her clit. The straps could be shortened to arc her back at what ever bow the user desired.

A long red leather gloves sheathed her arms, they could be bound tightly together behind her, or a rod inserted between them to force them apart the width of a pair of buggy poles. Restraining cuffs were included that could easily be used to bind her hands to the shafts.

Her golden belt had been modified with several large rings for various attachments to be added as well as it circled her slender waist. Her famous blue body suit had been opened in the front, Jane having contributed the sewing on the alterations. Her proud breast thrust out from her chest with small brass bells attached to the rings in her tits, another dangled from her clit ring. Instead of the red and Yellow emblem on her costume, she now bore a red branded “S” on her tit flesh.

She retained her tall red boots to complete the ensemble, and William had added a holder so a large red plume could be attached above her head.

“Come whore, it is time to return you to Bother James for your training” William led her to the back of his wagon alongside a huge black stallion also tethered there for its trip back to its master.

“Do ye like thy new uniform?’ William’s wife cackled. “Don’t worry slut, he made ye a working harness as well whore, so thee won’t get that pretty red one dirty as thee toil in the fields!”

Chapter Six

James was pleased as he examined William’s handiwork while Supergirl was tethered between two posts in his barn lot. “Fine works Brother William! Fine indeed! I trust the whore was co-operative?”

“Just as co-operative as I like” laughed William, “But do not deceive thy self that she is broken, she obeys to avoid pain!”

“Aye!” James answered, “We must always remain vigilant with this beast!”

After the harness maker had left Supergirl was completely left alone with James for the first time. He circled her, eying her like a prize farm animal.

For the first time in a long time Supergirl didn’t have a gag or a bit in her mouth as he examined her. “Please, Master James” she pleaded, “Please, stop this, let me go! I can be this villages best friend, provide things you have no idea of!”

It got her a savage backhand across the mouth, not the pity she had hoped for. “Shut thy mouth harlot, Angel Luther has determined thy fate! You are to serve as a beast for the village, and a whore!”

She started to say something else, but the look in his eye let her know that would be futile and painful mistake. She was weak from the Kryptonite restraints, constantly nauseas from the green radiation, and worn down by the abuse she had suffered. Neither the blacksmith nor the harness maker had removed her deadly shackles from fear of her escaping; besides the sadist enjoyed her discomfort! Her skin had a sickly green pallor to it from the exposure to the poison.

“If thee are obedient I will release you from those shackles whore” James pronounced, “Disobey and I will not spare the lash! Does thou understand beast?”

Supergirl wanted out of those poisonous shackles so bad, even knowing this was yet another submission to her brutal captor. But to survive she had to be away from the Kryptonite, it will surely kill her shortly, its effects becoming permanent.

Angered at her delay in answering James swung another backhand across her face, “Thou wilt answer promptly beast! If thy delays in answering thy master I may remove thy tongue and thou shall not be able to answer!”

“N…no! Please Master!” Supergirl gave in just a bit further, “I…” she started to answer in a way she knew would get her more pain so she quickly changed to “This whore wishes to keep its tongue!”

“Now that is more like it whores!” he shot back, “Will thou obey?”

She wanted to be able to squash him like a bug, but that was beyond her reach, even answering “What choice do I have?” held the promise of too much pain for now. “I WILL fight back as soon as I am stronger, I SWEAR THIS MAN WILL DIE FOR WHAT HE HAS DONE TO ME!” she vowed to herself, but answered the question with down cast eyes, “Yes master…” giving up just another little piece of her humanity.

“Very well then slut!” he laughed as he unfastened her chains from the posts and removed the deadly Kryptonite restraints, replacing them with conventional iron ones on her wrists and ankles, then chained her humiliatingly to a loop in the floor by her clit ring and a short chain.

“On thy knees harlot so your master may feed you your dinner!” he growled.

She blanched at the thought of another load of cum in her mouth, but she was too weak to fight, too tired to battle him this time. She knelt in front of him submissively.

“Beg to accept thy master’s cock into your mouth whore!” he demanded threateningly.

She hurt too bad to fight back, “Please master, may this whore suck your cock?”

“Thy may indeed slut!” he roared merrily. “Open my trousers and meet thy new ruler!”

Just as she got his throbbing cock in his hand James’ wife Hilda entered the barn unexpectedly, asking, “Would thou desire fir dinner husband?” The shock of what she saw sent her into a rage! She had accepted this whore’s usage in a communal setting, but now it was in her own home, well at least her barn!

“What are you doing with that whore!” she shrieked. “If thy enter that filthy beast, thy may not expect to ever touch thy lawful wife again you bastard!”

She tried to slap him but he caught her hand in mid air and snarled into her face, “Thou will spread thy legs upon my command woman or I will cast thee out from my home! Remember thy place woman! If thou does not wish to be traded to the savages beyond the woods, thy will obey thy husband! IS THAT CLEAR BITCH!”

Horrified at her husband’s anger she staggered backwards as he slapped her face, “Now fetch me a tankard of ale woman, or thee will replace this whore in that harness!”

The terrified woman raced to obey her husband’s command, she dared not defy him, to be outcast would be certain death, and probably a long painful one at that! Perhaps he would tire of his new plaything soon! Shame turned her cheeks crimson as she re-entered the barn with his cup. He was buried balls deep in Supergirl’s throat and rutting her like a pig!

The good wife swore vengeance on Supergirl, after all her husband had never strayed until SHE came along! He had beaten her some true enough, but she had deserved it by disobeying him, but this was different, he was humiliating her by taking this harlot in front of her eyes!

He swilled down the warm ale as he face fucked Supergirl until he felt his balls twitch, then he rammed into her throat as deeply as he could and began spewing his cum into her gullet, then backed out as he spurting, finishing by coating her face with the sticky wad.

“There wife!” he roared, “Does thou wish to service thy husband like the whore on her knees?”

Screwing up some inner strength she answered, careful to use a respectful tone, “No good husband, if that is what ye seek, use the whore’s mouth!”

“Very well then wife!” he answered as he used Supergirl’s hair to clean himself, “We will break this beast to use in the fields so it may earn its keep!”

Supergirl was left where she was, chained to the floor by her cunt, the taste of the farmer’s spew in her mouth and his cum drying in her yellow locks. She curled on the floor and finally drifted off to a troubled sleep. That other captive in Lex Luther’s lab haunted her, “those eyes” Supergirl thought to herself, “so familiar”

Very early the next morning a bucket of icy water brought her out of her troubled sleep, back to the world of pain and humiliation she had been thrust into. “Get up you lazy whore!” the wife of James commanded. Supergirl paused, she was feeling much better than she had in a long while, and she was thinking of escape when the cruel Kryptonite lash struck her ass! Then again across her back, and yet again on her thighs!

“AAAGGRRHHH!!!” Supergirl screamed as the stinging green tips bit at her flesh over and over, “PPLLEEAASSEE SSSTTOOPP I AM GETTING UP! PLEASE!”

Hilda screeched, “Get thy cow ass up ye have work to do to earn thy keep! Stand with thy hands behind thy head!” The farmer’s wife was in a rage; her husband had used her last night like a rutting bull. She was mad because she discovered she for once had enjoyed his attentions, but Hilda knew his new found ardor was not for her, but for the slut chained in their stables, and she deeply resented it!

Supergirl got to her feet, feeling stronger than she had since her trip back through time, if only these backward savages would let her gain just a bit more strength… But that was not to be, “Lift thy chin whore so I may attach thy collar!” the farmer’s wife growled. “Be quick, I have no compunction against using the lash!”

Supergirl bit her tongue and added Hilda to the list of people who would pay dearly when she escaped. She felt well enough to take this small woman, Supergirl was much stronger than the average man now, stronger than an ox really, but she wasn’t strong enough to break her shackles or the chain holding her clit to the floor, so once again she rationalized her submission and lifted her chin to accept the humiliating circlet around her neck.

After her kryptonite collar was fixed around her throat James entered carrying a large ox yoke. It was massive, solid Oak with a bent “U” shaped piece that closed around her throat as the main beam was laid across her shoulders. It was all James, who was a very strong man, could do to lift it onto the back of her neck while Hilda inserted the throat latch. The two legs of the yoke collar passed completely through the massive beam where James dropped two iron pins into holes in each leg to secure it. There were several holes, and he adjusted the throat yoke pretty tightly.

Then Supergirl was forced to raise her hands so they could be yoked to the heavy beam as well. “I carved this myself!” James declared proudly, it fits thee well beast!”

There was no mirror for her to see herself, but Supergirl knew how this must look, and shame reddened her fair features yet one more time. Just as one would lead an Ox, a chain was attached to her nose ring. Most oxen are driven by whips, the driver walking along side, but with a new beast it was often led by its nose while it learned to obey the whip and voice commands.

“Gee means turn right” James told her, “Haw, means left, understand harlot?”

The shame faced heroine answered as Hilda held the Kryptonite laced whip threateningly, “This slut understands Master…”

James was pleased she answered correctly, with little defiance in her voice this time.

The massive yoke weighed heavily on her, not so much physically, but the shame of submitting to it wore on her soul just a bit more as she realized her predicament. They started her training by making her walk up and down the barn lot, the lash quick to follow any mistake in direction.

Mid morning she was driven to a post in the barn lot, a hitching post used by the livestock, and she was chained by her nose while the couple that was working her ate their mid day meal.

“Thy new Ox drives well for its first time in the yoke” Hilda stated matter of factely as they dined near her.

“It does indeed” James replied as Supergirl once again turned crimson in shame as she stood tethered by her nose to a post while they talked about her like livestock.

“It will soon learn to pull a plow” he added, “as well as the wagon, and Angel Luther has given me another idea, but I need to go into the village this afternoon to arrange it, as well as a town meeting.”

Hilda wanted to go to town, but James was not inviting her, and she knew better than to ask. She knew the woman that had not conceived would be brought to the meeting to be bred by the community’s men.

“Husband” she began in trepidation of his response. “Thy are the head of this household, ye may do as thy will, but I beg of you to consider my feelings…”

Hilda had been a good wife to James, and although he didn’t really love her, her answered, “Speak thy mind, I give thee permission this once, but do not abuse my generosity!”

“Husband” she began, “I realize this whore is attractive in her flesh, but please dear sir, remember the two fine sons I gave thee, and I have always been faithful in performing my duties”

“Thee have” he agreed.

“Then I would ask” she pressed her luck, “That thee save thy seed for my womb, that I might avoid visiting the committee…”

“It is our duty to expand this colony” James conceded, “But I must train this beast for our village, and I may need to use her for that purpose! But if thy obeys me, I will give you my seed.”

Not quit the answer Hilda was hoping for, she was hoping he would eschew the use of Supergirl all together, but this was as close as she could get. “Thank thee, kind Sir” she demurred.

“Speaking of training!” James shouted leaping to his feet and striding to Supergirl, he pulled her nose chain through the ring on the low hitching post until she was forced to bend at the waist, nose against the low post, ass higher in the air.

“Spread thy legs harlot” he demanded.

He grinned when she refused, “Please sir, noooo!”

“I see your beast defies you!” mocked Hilda

CRAACCKKKK! CRRACCK CRACCKKK went the cat of nine tails, tearing at her with its kryptonite tips. Then three more lashes followed quickly as he shouted “We will see wife!”

By the sixth lash Supergirl’s will collapsed, “Please Master, AAWWWWW, please stop I will do as you command! Please! I swear!”

“Will thou spread her self when commanded!” James snarled, holding the lash after eight strokes.

Hilda’s mocking words rang in Supergirl’s ears, “Only a WHORE spreads her legs on command! Are thee a whore?”

Supergirl knew what she was expected to answer as she gave in one more time, “YYEESSS I AM A WHORE! Please stop hurting me, please, I will do what ever you ask, just stop!”

“Actions speak louder than words Harlot!” Hilda laughed, “Ye best spread those long shanks before ye answer again to the whip!” When she complied Hilda added cruelly, “WIDER WHORE! A slut spreads wide when ordered!”

Supergirl shifted herself to spread her legs as wide as she could, wider than shoulder width apart.

The lash sped through the air again, this time upward between her wide spread legs, one of the tails splitting her pink folds right down the middle, landing squarely on her iron ringed clit! “Thy have been warned about a beast using the word “I” have you not harlot!” James screamed as she collapsed to the ground, the chain pulling tightly against her nose. She was in unbelievable agony and totally unable to reach her wounded cunt to rub it!

“YYEESS MMAASTTEERRR!!!” she screamed now, to much in pain to care who heard her beg. This hurt even worse than the brand on her breasts, the pain was impossible to bear! “WWHHAATTT EVVEER YOU WANT MAASSTERR! PPLLEEAASEEE NO MORE!”

Then she added in a quieter tone, “This slut begs you master, please do not hurt it further! Please be kind to it!”

James knew then that she was going to break completely, he had seen it in a thousand head of livestock he had trained over the years, and in several African slaves he had broken as well. There was still much work, she wasn’t broken yet, but she was certainly on the path to complete submission.

When she could stand again she was led to the well where filled buckets of water were attached to her yoke and she was forced to carry the additional weight up to the cabin to fill a bath for Hilda. It took several trips as Supergirl shuffled back and forth, enduring more whippings, but now the farmers where using the single flexible switch of an ox driver. James flicked it like an expert, landing stinging blows on her nipples when she failed to “step lively” as he commanded. Hilda was less skilled, but made up for it in volume, raining blows all over Supergirl’s body, often for no reason.

“I would have thee well scrubbed wife when I return home from the town meeting!” James exclaimed, “I will be using you this night!”

Hilda felt an odd stirring as she thought back on the previous nights fucking, perhaps this harlot in the barn might not be such a bad thing….

After her water drawing duties James removed her yoke as she collapsed sobbing on the stable floor. He kicked her and commanded, “Get up beast; thou has more work this day!” He led her to the creek by her nose and commanded, “Scrub thyself”

After enduring his lustful gaze as she cleaned herself and her costume of the days grime she was led back to the stables, somewhat refreshed and was tethered in the runway of the barn.

She stood apprehensively as James fetched her red harness. “Place thy hands over thy head whore!” he ordered. She dared not disobey as he fitted the finely crafted leather to her body.

“This is a reward harlot!” he explained, “For a good days work, you will be allowed your pretty new harness instead of the yoke of an ox!

Poor Supergirl failed to see how this could be construed as a reward, and she failed to answer him properly, just standing there silently.

“You ungrateful whore!” he exclaimed, “Perhaps I should make thee wear the yoke after all!”

“NNOOOO master, please!” she started to say “I am sorry” but caught herself in time, “This whore is sorry master! Thank you for your kindness!”

“Well, there shall be a punishment beast!” he declared, “But thou will not have to wear the yoke!”

“Thank you kind master!” she nearly choked on words she surely didn’t mean, but knew she had better say, again rationalizing another small surrender.

When he finished with the red harness she had worn once before he showed her the promised punishment, and she cringed in fear, trying to pull back from him as he showed her two straps intended for her breasts! Her tits were already wrapped, but these were intended to inflict pain, they were ringed on the inside with needle like spikes!

He drove his knee deep into her cunt as she stood not expecting a blast to her twat as the thought of those spikes on her tits distracted her. She tried to vomit from the pain, but there was nothing in her stomach as she heaved violently. When she once again could stand straight he held the straps in her face again.

“Thee will NEVER! EVER! PULL AWAY FROM ME AGAIN WHORE!” he screamed in her face. “Is that clear slut!”

She sobbed a weak, “Yes master, this slut is sorry…”

“Hold your breasts out to me whore!” he demanded.

Stunned, she realized she had been ordered to present her own tits for torture to him! But her smashed and bruised twat told her she dare not disobey, or even hesitate lest she risk worse punishment!

“Y…yes master!” she sobbed as she lifted her firm breasts from beneath in offering.

He wrapped a strap around the base of each mammary, then cinched it down tight enough the needle like spikes jabbed at her flesh. He then dragged her to a small buggy and fastened her between the poles. Her arms were bound tightly behind her, her elbows secured tightly together so that her body harness would pull the weight.

James employed double reins as was the fashion of the day. One set was intended to guide with, the other, the curb reins, to stop. The steering reins were run over her shoulder and attached to her breast, that is what the iron rings piercing them were intended for. But since he was going to punish her for her earlier transgressions instead of the riens to the rings he routed them through the iron circlets and attached them to the spike laden straps around the base of each tit so that when he pulled the bands would constrict and drive the needle sharp spikes into her flesh!

When the rest of the harness was in place he commanded, “Open thy mouth whore to receive thy bit!” Her eyes opened wide as she saw the monstrous device he intended to put in her mouth!

The cross bar had a huge port on it, it was designed to work on the roof of her mouth and against her tongue every time pressure was applied. The long shanks of the bit ensured via mechanical leverage that it would not take much pulling to deliver a tremendous pressure against her tongue!

Then to add insult to probable injury he ordered to ask to be bitted! “Beg thy master to insert your bit beast!”

“Open thy mouth whore” he commanded as she stared in terror at this latest device to torture her, “Lest I fetch my whip and beat thee until thee begs for it! But it will be going in thy mouth, before, or after a whipping, you decide!”

The idea of giving up even more of her humanity frightened her, but the stinging lash was a known terror and it over rode and possible embarrassment of asking to have that device in her mouth she rationalized her surrender again.

“P…p…please master” she sobbed, “Bit your slut!” She thought to herself that by calling herself a slut instead of a beast she was keeping SOME of her humanity as she opened her mouth. Soon the powerful bit was inserted, powerful not only in the sense of physical control, but a huge psychological blow as well, she had been made to BEG to be bitted like a beast…

Her trip to town was on of abject misery as she pulled his cart at a quick pace. She was still plenty strong enough, but the humiliation was overwhelming as they drove up the dirt road. He had her practice all sorts of maneuvers, starting and stopping, turning, but the worst was when he had her halt, and then back the buggy.

He tugged backwards on both reins attached to her breasts constricting the spiked bands tightly, driving the needle like attachments deep into her flesh. “Back beast, back!” he commanded. He had her back several times at varying distances. “Thy will learn quickly to obey my voice commands harlot” he advised.

He clucked to her like one would a horse and she drove forward, her lightly flicked her ass with a whip, “Trot!” he commanded, he held her at that pace for half a mile, then ordered “walk!” She instantly obeyed his voice commands and he gave a big grin she could not see.

Before they reached town the farmer stopped and got off the buggy and walked up to her,”Thee make a fine looking draft horse whore! But we need to look our best as we enter town!” He tightened the straps that ran from her ear loops down her back and between her legs to her clit ring, forcing her to arch her back or put unbearable pressure on her clit. “Now we go in fine style!” he laughed as tears streamed down her face.

The town meeting was held outside on the common lawn in front of the tavern and when James made his appearance it created quit a stir to say the least! All the men rushed over to where James parked his buggy and secured Supergirl to a post using her nose ring.

“That is a fine carriage horse there James!” one villager proclaimed. Another laughed and said “You mean fine carriage WHORE!” Supergirl’s face went beet red in shame as she was examined by all the men. They ran their hands over her with impunity, treating her like an animal on display, and her fear of James forced her to endure it silently.

Several insisted on a test drive and clamored aboard as she was put through all sorts of maneuvers for their amusement. “How did it do in the ox yoke?’ another elder enquired, “We have much plowing to do, and as fine as it looks in this rig, we need it for more serious purposes!”

“Aye, she drives fine!” James replied.

Another chimed in with a wink,”How does it RIDE!”

“Well, let us see!” James answered as they tied her off to the hitching post again. They unharnessed her, and lead her into the tavern, she followed meekly. “Fetch the old crone” he ordered as Supergirl was led in and secured to a post in the room. “Tell her to bring her salve kit!”

The men pretty much ignored her as they drank a round or two of ale waiting for the old woman James had summoned. Every village had one, the old woman that served as a mid wife and herbalist. Some may have called her witch, but since she was deemed beneficial to their survival she was tolerated in the community and she provide many services to the budding colony besides the birthing of children.

When the old woman arrived she found James and asked, “Why have thee summoned me Elder?” while she looked at the captive so strangely dressed.

“I have need of thy service crone” he answered. He took her aside and whispered some things to her he wanted done.

Supergirl assumed the conversation was about her, and she was correct, as the old woman approached her. “Remove its garments, as skimpy as they are!” she demanded. Many pairs of eager hands reached out but a loud shout of “HOLD!” from James stopped them in their tracks.

“The beast shall remove its own clothing!” he decreed. “In order to receive the gift a master gives a fine animal!”

Supergirl shook her head and tried to back away, uncertain of what this old crone was about to do to her, but sure she would not like it! “SLUT I HAVE WARNED THEE ABOUT BACKING AWAY!” snarled James as his whip flashed, catching the unprepared heroine full on he left breast! She tried to scream but the severe bit in her mouth would not allow it, all she could manage was a “AAARRGHHHH!” followed by a “EEETHHHH AAATHERRRR! OOORRYYYYY!” Two more lashes rent the air followed by her pitiful cries. Finally to show she was no longer resisting, she stood still, chest out in the position he had told her to assume earlier when a master addressed him. Two more lashes assured him she was compliant so he stopped as she stood sobbing.

“Thy ignorance willfulness has caused thee pain whore!” James admonished, “This healer has come to succor your wounds! Now stand and remove thy garments! Then bring them to me on your knees!”

She knew dawdling would bring more severe pain, she had no choice as she surrendered again as her shackles were removed to allow her to disrobe after her harness and bit were removed.

She wept openly as she pulled off her famous blue panties, then the rest of her once proud costume and dropped to her knees. She crawled to James and offered them, “Here master….”

“Very well beast” he replied. “Now stand as thy receive treatment!” She rose and placed her hands behind her head as commanded. The old woman took two crock jars and opened the wax sealed lids.

“Present thy breasts as thee learned at home!” James ordered. Chagrined Supergirl placed her hands under her own tits and lifted them towards him.

“Give me your hands beast!” the crone commanded. Uncertainly Supergirl released her tit meat and held out her hands. “Palms up thy ignorant cow!” When Supergirl obeyed the old woman took one of the jars and dumped a wad of gelatinous goo in each hand. “Rub the teats whore, rub it in well!”

Her hands shook in shame as she raised them to her own chest, she was afraid this was going to hurt, everything they had done to her had hurt, why wouldn’t this? But to her amazement the jell was very soothing, almost like Aloe Vera as it soaked into her aching flesh. At first it felt cold, but then it tingled nicely and grew warmer. It actually felt good. When the old woman was satisfied she commanded Supergirl to stop, which she did only after hesitating, she didn’t want to quit.

“Give me you right hand whore!” the crone demanded and Supergirl was less hesitant this time as she complied. The old woman dumped another wad of goo out of the other jar into her hand, when Supergirl lifted it toward her breasts the old woman grabbed he hand with a surprisingly powerful grip, “Not there you ignorant cow! Rub it on your cunny!”

“My what?’ Supergirl asked,, unsure what she meant.

“Rub it in your fuck hole ye ignorant cow!” laughed several of the men.

The heroines face was once again shot with red as she realized what she was being commanded to do in front of them, but the look on James’s face told he she had better comply quickly! She was shocked when the jell touched her cunt, it felt wonderful! Both warm and cool at the same time as she worked it in. The men watched with open lust as she was forced to rub herself in front of the crowd in the tavern. The more she rubbed, the better it felt and she was very reluctant to stop when she as ordered to!

“Now drink this whore!” the old healer handed her another crock jug, “Drink it all bitch!”

It tasted horrible going down, but it felt good in her stomach, warm and soft, but she could feel her mind growing fuzzy, almost like the world was wrapped in cotton.

“W…w…what is this…” Supergirl mumbled as the drug took effect, “Feel strange…light…”

The crone ignored her and spoke instead to James, “Have her drink a jar each day for the next week, and rub the salve on herself, it will likely work although I have never used it on a demon, she seems human enough for it to work! And forget not my fee Elder! I get her first!”

“The deal has been sealed!” James exclaimed.

Supergirl had a strange look on her face as the crowd of men closed in on her, she realized her nipples had stood up, like two firm buds at the end of her tits, firmer than they had ever stood before, and her cunt, it was lubricating for only the second time since her arrival in the village. He gang rape that night was different, she came herself a half dozen times, but something in her mind kept telling her, “This isn’t right! What have they done to you?”

Chapter Seven

Supergirl had been too worn out to pull James’s buggy home that night, she had expended a lot of energy servicing nearly thirty men in that dirty tavern. It could not be said she was an eager participant, but she HAD in fact cum several times. Words kept buzzing around in her head, “You slut, you shameless whore”… But she knew it was not her fault right? There was nothing she could have done to stop the rape, was there?

The next several weeks she never left the farm, she was worked as a draft animal relentlessly during the day, then allowed to rest at some at night, regaining her strength. James had pretty much left her alone, using Hilda instead until he was sure she was pregnant as he promised.

Supergirl was given that wonderful salve and the intoxicating liquid nightly; she got to where she craved it in fact. James used it as a weapon to further erode her will, with holding it’s soothing touch when she disobeyed or displeased him or his wife. She grew dependent on it to help her escape her horrible fate. But about a month after the last tavern rape she began to feel ill, especially in the mornings, often vomiting.

When James cut off the intoxicating liquor she begged and pleaded, “Master, your beast will be sick with out it!” she cried, kneeling in front of him. “Please master, it promises to be a good beast!”

“It is not the lack of the drink that makes the sick you ignorant cow, it is the child inside you!” he laughed.

“W…w…what!” she stammered, “That is impossible, how can this be?”

“The herbs thy have been rubbing on thyself like a whore each night help induce pregnancy in farm animals, and some women” James laughed. The rub on your cunt makes you more receptive to breeding, has thou not seen how proud thy clit has grown!”

She had noticed that it had grown and become much, much more sensitive… “And the drink, well that was to help you get pregnant!” he laughed. It seems to have worked. The ointment thy rub on thy breasts so eagerly each evening helps to increase thy milk flow as well! YOU HVE BEEN BRED BY THE VILLAGE WHORE!”

His words shook her to the core, this was impossible! She could not conceive a child by a human! But deep inside she knew she was lying to herself….

Just because she was pregnant she was not allowed to stop being used as a beast of burden. She was fastened to a plow and plowed all the villager’s fields and garden plots like an ox. She was used to drag logs from the forest like a mule, she pulled wagons like a horse, even as her belly swelled, and always there was someone with a cruel whip to urge her to speed along. She tried to stop using the salves, but their soothing was her one pleasure after another day of hard work and drudgery.

Her breasts grew even fuller, then became uncomfortably swollen. The farmer’s wife came to her one morning and ordered her on her hands and knees. The woman, pregnant herself, groaned as she knelt next to the broken heroine and placed a bucket under her breasts!

“Now stand still as I milk thee whore!” Hilda ordered.

“Noo..please you can’t do this, you are a woman, and a mother too!” cried Supergirl, “Please, you above all others should have some mercy…”

Her answer was a very painful hard slap on her swollen mammary glands, “Shut up cow! We have need of thy milk for all the new babies in the village! Be silent unless thy wish to be whipped!”

Supergirl cried as she hadn’t cried in months at the shame of it all, she was being MILKED like a cow… But soon the callused hands of the farm wife wrapped around the base of her swollen breast and squeezed while pulling down. It was painful at first as she tugged on those swollen milk bags, but to her shame Supergirl heard the first stream of her breast milk hitting the bottom of the bucket. To her shock it felt good! It helped relieve the pressure in her teats as she was drained.

The first day there was not much in the bucket, but Hilda was satisfied and Supergirl hurt just a bit less. Hilda made sure that the former heroine used plenty of the jell on her tits before James came and took her to the fields.

Supergirl was forced to do a little milking of her own that afternoon there in the field. James had her milk his cock with her mouth, “Hilda is with child, and I have no release…” he groaned as he throat fucked her.

The next day the routine was repeated, but there was just a bit more milk this time. Every day Hilda came with her bucket and drained Supergirl’s ample tits, marveling at the production, “Thy gives nearly as much as our Guernsey harlot!” Hilda laughed.

Supergirl felt her face burn with humiliation, but she had learned how painfully swollen her tits would become if not drained daily when she disobeyed Hilda one morning so she was led to the fields un-milked. Her breasts ached, they pressure from inside them seemed like it would cause them to burst if she wasn’t given release! By the time they got back to the stables she was ready to comply with any demand, no matter how degrading!

“Please mistress, your beast needs milked!” she cried pitifully to Hilda as the farmer’s wife did her evening chores.

“Milking time is in the morning cow!” the woman shot back, “And defiant beast may wait even longer!”

“Please mistress, it is sorry! It begs you to be kind!” the former heroine was shocked to herself shout. “I need to be milked! Please mistress; I will do what ever you ask! Please!”

“Kiss thy mistress’s shoe and ask again cow!” Hilda demanded that the heroine give up a little more of her humanity, but the ache in her chest told her she wasn’t in any position to defy the cruel woman. Her now pendulous breasts dragged the ground as she crawled toward the farmer’s wife who was taking great pleasure in lording over another being, a rare treat for a female in her time, especially living in the colonies. She was considered chattel, now she had a human being lower than herself, and she was going to wring out every bit of pleasure she could, even by denigrating even another woman.

Supergirl kissed the shoe of her oppressor then choked back the tiny sliver that remained of her pride, “Please mistress, have mercy on your beast….please!”

“Very well whore, fetch my bucket!” Hilda commanded and the former heroine started to rise, but Hilda shouted, “HOLD BITCH! Crawl to the bucket and fetch it back in thy mouth like a beast should!”

Supergirl never felt more ashamed as she followed the command and returned with the bucket dangling by its bail from her mouth. “Aren’t ye a pretty heifer” laughed her tormentor. “Get thy filthy udders off the floor so I may milk you!” Soon the milk splashed into the bucket in torrents…

Now she crouched in her stall every morning, awaiting the relief from her mistresses hands.

Nine months later Supergirl gave birth to a perfect blond baby girl there in her stable with the rest of the animals. She held the tiny child closely and screamed in anguish when the old crone came and they took away her baby and gave it to the old healer.

Chapter Eight

Supergirl spent the next few decades serving as a slave to the small colony, and they prospered by using her constantly. The unreliable water wheel at the mill was replaced by a wheel that resembled a hamster wheel in the 21st Century and she spent many an hour grinding grain.

Spectators gathered to watch her run at unbelievable speed in her tread mill, her chains and bells attached to her various rings clinking merrily. Her arms bound tightly behind her, her tits thrust forward.

There was a saw mill she powered that created income for the colonist selling supplies to other colonist who never knew where the labor came from. She also served in the tavern as a whore, people traveling great distances to use this spectacular specimen, and adding to coffers of the original colonist. Any and every way to exploit her was used as she could barely remember who she had once been for years at a time.

Her breast milk nourished many a child, and there was little childhood disease as the super food nourished the colonies children. They were larger, stranger, and smarter than the colonies around them as they prospered by taking from her.

And she had many children of her own, particularly a son by James who was taken from her and reared as one of their family. It was hell to see her son raised to despise her. As the original colonist aged and died off their offspring born by the former heroine and raised by the influential families in the colonies formed a secret society, keeping her hidden from the world. While her offspring were not as powerful physically as their mother, they didn’t age, well not as fast as regular humans. They dispersed through the world, and they played a prominent role in history, but always hidden from view, lurking in the shadows. And they amassed great wealth even though they had to change their identities every few decades.

Chapter One September 30, 2009 8:50 PM

Lex Luther watched the blue clad heroine sneaking around his compound on the monitor as she headed for his cleverly laid trap. He stood next to a tightly bondaged woman attached to a giant doll stand.

“So mother” he asked, do you remember the day you came here?” Luther asked the sobbing figure on the pole. “Do you remember when you were Supergirl? Do you remember through all these centuries what you used to be before my father and those simple villagers enslaved you? We built this empire by selling your cunt mother; we owe you a huge thank you!”

She remembered, it all came back to her in a horrible torrent, her life before she entered Lex’s trap that led to her eternal slavery. She tried to scream at the video screen to no avail, she tried to warn herself to go back, to run and hide, to undo what had become a horrible time line, but it was useless! She was going to fall into a trap because Lex Luther, her son by a viscous rape centuries ago knew EXACTLY where Supergirl was coming, and what her weakness was. In all those years where she had been raped, had been forced to perform countless depraved acts for the enjoyment of countless sadist, she had never felt more helpless as she watched herself approaching the hell she had lived for all these years…. No one could bear this torture, her brain reeled before it snapped, she retreated deep into her mind, she was a beast now, no more, she could not bear the pain of trying