My name is Ed -- no last names for reasons that will become obvious by the end of this story. Some people might call me a paparazzi. I consider myself a freelance journalist. I have a van equipped with photographic and video equipment as well as a police scanner, cellular web service - everything I need to stay in touch on the move. You have to be plugged in and ready to move if you want to come out on top in this business. Although, sometimes, nothing beats being in the right place at the right time...
A couple of months ago, I'm out cruising around, nothing much happening, when I see a blinding flash of light west of town. A split second later, a tremendous explosion rocks my van, almost rolling the sucker. Instinct takes over, and before I have time to consider the wisdom of this course of action, I'm pulling a hard right turn and flooring it dead for the center of that flash.
The cop scanner lights up a minute or so later - lots of chatter. Emergency vehicles responding to scattered fires. The cops shutting down access roads until they can figure out what's going on. Luckily, I was between the blast and the nearest police station so their roadblocks were going to be too late to stop me.
It was pretty easy to find the source of the blast. The parking lot of a WalMart SuperStore had been turned into a crater, smoke and dust rising from the center of the hole. I wheeled my van up to the edge of the pulverized concrete, grabbed my digital video rig and started scrambling up the debris.
When I reached the edge, I brought the viewfinder to my eye and started sweeping the inside of the crater for a cause for the blast. I'm looking for a broken gas main, maybe an oil tanker - and then I see it. A long, dull grey pod - looks like a giant pecan in its shell -- maybe eighty feet end-to-end, smoking and hissing like it must be hot as molten steel, but without a scratch on it. It didn't look much like any I had seen in movies, but I knew right away what it was - an alien spacecraft.
My brain has pretty much shut down at this point, uncomprehending, but my newshound training takes over and I start climbing down into the crater, filming non-stop. I gotta admit though, my jaw dropped and I let the camera drift off target when a big door dropped out of the side of that sucker. I mean, a BIG door - big enough to drive my van through sideways.
Then, I see it… or him. At first, it's just a shadow. A silhouette in the doorway, which his shoulders nearly fill. Then, unbelievably quickly for something that big, he steps out into the light - and I nearly wet myself. Never seen anything like him, but I know immediately two things. One, this is probably the most powerful creature in the universe. And two, he isn't here to make friends.
Whereas human bodies are more or less symmetrical about the spine, this guy was a triangle. Three legs, massive like elephants legs formed a very stable tripod. His shoulders were also a triangle but pointing the opposite direction so that one massive shoulder and arm was centered between each pair of legs. There was no head to speak of, just a small bump between the three massive deltoids with a slit in each side. A single eye peered from within each slit, red as blood.
There was only one feature that spoiled the perfect three-sided symmetry of the creature, and that told me he was facing my direction. Centered between the pair of legs closest to me was the reason I knew this was a "he" - a massive penis that reminded me of an elephant's trunk although, other than it's size, looking virtually exactly like a human penis. Even on the scale of this guy - I estimated he stood 25 feet tall - the penis was oversized - I'd guess six feet long and bigger around than an oil drum.
He saw me, and before I could even move, he was on me. Those massive arms ended with three flexible fingers as I found out when one reached out and wrapped around my neck.
"WHERE IS SHE?" The message blasted in my brain. I was as confused by the question as I was by how I was hearing it. This thing didn't seem to have a mouth, but I never heard anything louder or clearer.
"THE LAST ONE! SHE IS HERE! WHERE?" I realized this monster must be telepathic, because all of a sudden, pictures start appearing in my head - pictures of a beautiful blond - and I know who he's looking for. Just as I'm about to try to say something, I catch a red and blue blur out of the corner of my eye - and all of a sudden, there's no point. She's here. Supergirl.
She's standing twenty feet to my left, her fists pressed to her hips in an intimidating pose. I'd seen her fly overhead before, but this was the closest I had ever gotten to her. She was breathtaking. Flawless features. Honey-blonde hair. The bluest eyes ever. And her body - Oh, my God. Tits like coconuts, sitting up high and firm on her chest. Flat, hard belly, tight bubble butt, long smooth legs. And I love her latest costume, with the bare midriff. Her stomach is perfect, flat and toned, with just the slightest feminine bulge above the buckle of her belt.
I'm kind of amazed that, standing here with an honest-to-god extraterrestial horror in front of me poised to crush my throat, I feel my cock shift in my pants. Then I look down, and I realize she's having pretty much the same effect on gruesome. His penis, just below my toes, is thrashing around like an angry mountain lion in a burlap sack.
Then, I had an insight - not my forte, but it happens. This guy isn't just telepathic. That is, he doesn't just transmit his thoughts. He transmits his feelings as well. I'm feeling lust for Supergirl because that's what he's feeling.
He forgets about me as soon as one of his eyes catches sight of her and he tosses me aside. I pick up my camera and start filming, figuring whatever's about to happen is gonna be newsworthy. Little did I know.
Supergirl is eyeing the enormous alien with some wariness, but you could sense her supreme confidence. I mean, there she is, maybe 5'9", probably less than 140 lbs, standing in front of this monster with her fists on her hips and this raised eyebrow like she's about to scold a rambunctious toddler. She was trying to look this thing in it's one, blood-red eye-slit, but I caught her on tape a few times peeking at his giant thrashing penis.
"Greetings, Traveler" Supergirl says, in her Earth-ambassador voice, "Welcome
to…
Supergirl stops in mid-sentence and I'm pretty sure I know why. I think she was receiving the same telepathic transmissions I was, or rather the other way around, cause I'm pretty sure he was talking to her.
"Little Kara - grown up now. Pretty. Too little then -- when I fucked your mother to death!" the creature screamed in our brains while images flashed in our minds - of this creature landing on what I guess was Krypton, stripping and raping a beautiful woman, who must've been Supergirl's mom, images of a little girl, maybe three or four, hiding in the bushes, her blue eyes wide as saucers, watching her mom get brutally fucked.
Then it gets really weird. I hear a word, screamed in my head. A single word, soaked with terror -- "MORCOCK!" And I realize somehow that this thought is coming from Supergirl, not the beast. Somehow, the two of them are telepathically communicating, and I'm just close enough to be eavesdropping.
From Supergirl's memory, I get the story of this thing. I can tell that, up til a few minutes ago, Supergirl, or Kara as she thinks of herself, thought this thing was just a legend, a scary story they tell little girls to give them nightmares. The MORCOCKs were an alien race, incredibly long-lived, from a harsh and unforgiving world. The males evolved to be tough, powerful and prone to extreme violence, even in their mating habits. The females, unfortunately did not evolve as quickly, with the result that the females frequently didn't survive sex, which naturally made them reluctant to engage in sex with the males. Rape became the matter of course for all sex on their world, until finally, one day, the last few female MORCOCKs expired in a bloody gang bang. The males then began roaming the galaxy as interstellar rape squads, raiding worlds, raping and usually killing the female inhabitants.
Then, one day, the MORCOCKs discovered Krypton. Kryptonian women were strong, nearly genetically perfect, and so resilient that one in five could actually survive being fucked by a MORCOCK. For the next twenty years, MORCOCK raiding parties visited Krypton and kidnapped a dozen or so women - auditioning them first to ensure they were worthy. It was one of these auditions that Kara witnessed, and her mother failed. The women who passed served as ship's whores for as long as they survived, subjected to the most brutal gang-bangs the universe had ever witnessed. Invariably, in a year or two, the last of the enslaved women would expire, and the MORCOCKs would return to Krypton for more.
Until one day, when the planet Krypton exploded, a day the MORCOCK referred to simply as The End. With their source of women gone, most of the MORCOCKs began fighting amongst themselves for the last Kryptonian captives, with the result that the MORCOCKs were nearly wiped out. This giant standing in front of me believed himself to be the last survivor. He had contemplated suicide until he heard of "the Last Daughter of Krypton", living on a small planet called Earth.
Supergirl's face goes from confident, to shocked, to traumatized in a matter of seconds. I'm thinking her reactions must've been off a split second, cause, as the creature charged at her, she hesitated a second before taking to the air. That hesitation allowed the impossibly fast behemoth to grab one of her ankles in two of his three hands. He yanked her down out of the air while, in a bizarre version of an NFL punter, he brings his back leg through the front two and kicks the Dynamite Damsel right in the twat! If he hadn't had a firm grip on both ankles, this kick would've launched her into orbit, but since he did, I thought it was amazing it didn't rip her clean in half!
She lets out this scream that pegs all my meters - kind of like "YYAAHH - AAGGHH - GGUUHH - MMFFF!!!" The scream is cut off instantly as the creature uses the near-supersonic momentum imparted by his devastating kick to swing Supergirl over his head and down hard against the fused surface of the crater with such force, he buries her head into the solid rock.
He's behind her now, her ass in the air and he unleashes another roundhouse kick that travels between her legs and catches her flush in the gut, rips her head out of the ground with a sound like a champagne cork popping. He still has a hold of her ankles and does the same trick of using her own momentum against her to crash her into the ground again, this time her whole back hitting the ground at once, her breath audibly pounded out of her body in a dull grunt. His third arm, the one that doesn't have a hold on one of her ankles, comes windmilling over the top of his head, tracing a fifty-foot arc so fast, its just a blur on the tape, and pounds a fist the size of a small car into her face and tits.
Amazingly, Supergirl is still conscious, still struggling, but obviously a little out of it, as she barely reacts as the creature lets go of her left ankle and slips a finger down the front of the collar of her blue suit. In one quick yank, he rips the entire front of her costume open down to her waist, her famous big red "S" emblem waving between her legs like a flag. More importantly, her world-famous, gravity-defying tits spill out. My dick twitches on its own, partially from a reaction to the sight of her gorgeous jugs, but more because I know how much this videotape suddenly went up in value on the open market.
"Yes… All grown up now…" the creatures thoughts hammered into our brains.
Supergirl still looks gorgeous - not a mark on her, which is amazing considering the licks this brute has put on her - but it's pretty obvious she's going down. She tries her heat vision, but she's too out of it to focus and the beams come out badly crossed.
Mr. Ugly grabs her by the throat with one hand, smashes her in the face with one mighty fist while he hammers her in her midsection with his third arm and kicks her mightily in the pussy at the same time. He does it again, only switching arms and legs, and I can't believe her head is staying on. Finally, he lifts her high in the air, maybe forty feet, and smashes her face first into the ground.
She doesn't twitch a muscle. Her head is not visible, buried probably a foot
into solid rock. Her ass is up in the air, her knees bent beneath her. I'm
afraid she's dead, and I start wondering about the implications for Earth of
what happens next, when the alien reaches down, flips up her little red skirt
and rips her shorts off in one yank. All thoughts for the future of mankind are
banished as I zoom in for a crystal-clear close-up of Supergirl's pink pussy -
the money shot
The monster reaches between his legs and grabs the end of his penis and starts stroking it, and I'm thinking, "No way he can fuck her with that thing - it'd be like trying to drive a city bus through a garden hose!" But then I notice that he's got his fist around his dick, and coming out the top of it is an almost human sized cock - it's still huge, probably a foot long and four inches thick, but at least now, it's possible.
He positions his three legs in a triangle around her exposed ass and lowers down until he has the tip of his penis poised over her ass. He starts grinding the head of it against her anus. For the first time in several minutes, I know Supergirl's not dead. She starts to groan. She may not have any fight left in her arms and legs, but she's obviously got her butt clenched tight cause Big Ugly is really leaning into her and he's getting nowhere.
He reaches down with the two hands that aren't holding his cock and grabs two big handfuls of her blond curls and pulls her head out of the ground. Then, simultaneously, he slams her face into the stone while he slams his cock into her ass with ballistic force.
"GGUUNNNHHH!!" the Tomorrow Teen grunted under the double assault. It works, barely. Maybe three inches of his dick slip into her tight ass. He raises her up and repeats the maneuver. Six inches. Again. WHAM!! Nine inches.
Then I notice a strange thing. I had to rewind the tape and watch it again in the viewfinder to be sure. He slides his fist back on his cock another ten inches, and squeezes it down to the same diameter as the first foot. It's like his penis is malleable - like Play-Doh.
Anyway, he hammers another eight inches up Supergirl's skewered ass, then extrudes another foot of four-inch thick cock and does it again. I lose count but I know he's driven over three feet of cock up her ass when he finally meets some resistance.
I'm picking up on the thoughts he's broadcasting, and I realize what's going on. Now, I'm no doctor, but I know what a "sphincter" is, or at least, I think I do. It's like a muscle or something right at the entrance to your ass. Well, from the images the MORCOCK is blasting at me, I think there's like lots of "sphincters". There's one at the top of the colon that separates it from the large intestine. That's the one he's battering against right now. But, he's looking forward to the next one, between the large and small intestine. Then there's one that separates the stomach from the intestines, and another at the top of the stomach that closes off the esophagus. And even at the top of the esophagus, the tonsils, adenoids and tongue combine to pretty effectively close it off.
So he had run into her second sphincter, and he battered away at it the same way as before. The outcome was never in doubt. The alien drove another ten feet of hard cock into her tight Kryptonian ass-pipe.
You could kind of tell that the superheroine had lost most of the fight in her. Every time his hips snapped forwards, he drove six or eight inches of cock up her ass, and the force of the thrust traveled up her body like a wave. Her bare stomach rippled, then her tits bounced like crazy, then her head snapped back, throwing her long blonde tresses out of her face.
The alien stopped slamming her face into the rock, and instead just held her by her arms pulled back behind her, so I could see her face. She was beet-red, her eyes dull and unfocused, but she still grunted loudly with each thrust.
When he penetrated into her stomach, it must have made her nauseous, and her body instinctively heaved. Her incredible abs rippled wit spasms -- or maybe that was his cock sliding around inside her. Whatever, I think her dry heaves only brought his cock through her stomach and up her esophagus that much faster. Another spasm, another six or eight inches closer.
Finally, I zoom in on her face and shoot the most priceless footage of my career. Her face is beet-red, her eyes rolled up in her head, beads of sweat on her forehead and upper lip, her jaw hanging slack as she grunts painfully with each sledgehammer thrust. Then she starts gagging and coughing, burping big alien come-bubbles, and then - POP!! The big purple head of his cock pops out between her lips maybe four inches! The look on her face is priceless as she looks down with her eyes crossed at the cock coming out of her mouth! He had fucked her clean-through!
And still he wasn't done. He kept hammering away and the cock sticking out from her face kept getting longer. When it got about 18" long, it curled back and sprayed her dead in the face with what I'm guessing was alien jizz - a little like human jizz, only thicker, stickier and whiter, almost like mayonnaise.
When there was about four or five feet of dick sticking out of her mouth, the alien flipped her over onto her shoulders so that she was facing him, her ass in the air. He had one of her knee-high boots in each of two hands and was spreading her legs wide. He grabbed the end of the waving penis with his free hand and rammed it six inches into her spread cunt. I was picking up from his thoughts how tight her hole was. He had to lean into her with all his incredible strength to cram his cock head into her twat, made even tighter by the fact her ass -- and in fact, her whole abdomen -- was already packed with his cock.
And I picked up something else from his thoughts. That, as the MORCOCKs had evolved, becoming tougher and more invulnerable, so had their cocks. To the point where they couldn't even feel regular sex anymore. That this -- a Kryptonian female's superpowerful sphincters squeezing his cock like a vise in five or six places, her esophagus heaving along its length, her teeth and jaw munching on it with a bite that could chew steel, even her super-powerful stomach acids working on his pole -- all of this was necessary stimulation for him to reach orgasm.
"MMMFFFF!!" Supergirl's muffled protest came, barely audible with her mouth and throat packed with cock.
The monstrous creature started pounding the last foot or so of his dick into her pussy with blinding speed. I saw Supergirl's eyes roll up in her head, as I think she came in what must have been a humiliating orgasm.
As I'm watching her jerking and spasming on this hundred foot cock, I realize nobody - not the sluttiest, most seasoned porn star - has ever been fucked harder or deeper than Supergirl is being fucked right now. Double penetration, even double anal seems like foreplay compared to taking the same dick in your ass, pussy and mouth at the same time. Ass-to-mouth takes on a whole new meaning when you take it from the inside.
And take it she did, for over six hours. Ugly kept pounding away on her in every position. Kara was real flexible, not that she had much alternative. Doggy-style, pile-driver, reverse cowgirl, full-nelson anal -- she spent hours in each position. Most of the time, she was completely out of it, limp as a rag-doll, softly grunting as she got fucked stupid. Then, every twenty minutes or so, she'd start to huff and puff and scream, and then she'd come in a wet, noisy orgasm that had to be humiliating. Then she'd get indignant and start struggling, biting on his cock and trying to kick him or elbow him. He'd flip her over and pound her face into the rock until she'd knock it off. I think he came six or seven times. He would pull his cock out of her crammed cunt and shoot buckets of thick alien jizz in her face, or plaster her tits, then shove his hose back into her slit, barely missing a beat.
Suddenly, it occurs to me - I've been shooting on tape this whole time. I should be transmitting this back to the van, where it automatically gets relayed to my home computer set-up. That way, if I shoot something I shouldn't - say a nip-slip on the red carpet, or a couple of drunk celebrities doing the horizontal bop in the backseat of a limo - I can surrender the tape to one of their bodyguards and walk away with all my limbs intact, and with all the video safe at home.
Everything in my van is remote controlled, and I press the transmit button on my remote and start beaming the video over my encrypted microwave link.
"YYYEEAARRGGHH!!!" the alien voice screams in my head. His skin starts bubbling and blistering like oatmeal. In seconds, his cock shrinks up and slides back into Supergirl's mouth, down her throat and out her ass. He runs for the safety of his ship, but falls dead on the ground before he reaches the doorway.
I'm stunned speechless. I stand up from behind the rock-cropping I'd been hiding behind and peer down at the lifeless giant. I look down at the remote in my hand, my finger still on the "Transmit" button. Microwaves? My little 5-watt microwave transmitter cooked this juggernaut?
I walk down into the crater, creeping closer to the body. It's obvious he's dead - looks like all the water in his body evaporated. Looks like he's been dead for years.
Then I glance over at Supergirl. She's still completely out of it - doesn't even realize the big bad cock is gone. She's on all fours, her ass facing me, gaping, rocking back and forth on her knees. Her whole body is still convulsing, still reacting to the rhythm of the sledgehammer thrusts that she doesn't realize have stopped.
Right then, I have me an inspiration -- the kind of once-in-a-lifetime inspirations -- like The Wheel, the Mona Lisa, or Freebird. I walk up behind her and shove my fist up her ass. It was surprisingly tight, already recovering from six hours of stretching, but with some of that alien jizz for lube, I slammed it in to the elbow. I grab a handful of her long blond hair and pull back as I start pounding my fist into her beautiful ass.
"Hey, Supergirl, you need some help?" I ask.
"UNGGHH… Oh, God… UNGGHH... Hunh-who… who's there? GUNHH… Puh-please... GUNHH... Help me... OOFFF... Please..." she moans, "He's… UNGGHH… k-killing… HUFF… m-me…"
"I can maybe get you out of this," I say as I unzip and slip my hard cock into her very tight but very wet pussy. "But I could get killed. What's in it for me?"
"MMGGHH... Any... anything... UNNGGHH... Anything you want... HUNNHH... Puh-please..."
"Promise? Promise to me, on your word, on the soul of your poor dead mama, as a lady, as a Kryptonian, as a Superheroine, promise me you'll do anything I want." I feel like such a heel, but her pussy feels fabulous on my cock, especially with the feel of my fist rubbing against it in her ass.
"Y-yes...
With those words, euphoria flooded over me and I pumped my load deep into the warm cunt of the most beautiful, most powerful woman in the world.
That was a couple of months ago. If you're wondering why you haven't seen any footage of this on the news, or the Internet, it's cause I've got it all locked up tight back at my place. Supergirl disposed of the alien ship and body in deep space. She and I have an arrangement. If she ever fails to hold up her end, you may get to see the Metropolis Marvel being fucked through and through by a giant alien, or being fisted in the ass by yours truly, but I kind of doubt it. You wouldn't believe some of the stuff she's willing to do to keep that footage secret. She and I pretty much went through the entire Kama Sutra in less than a month. She says she hates it, that she only does it because she gave her word. But I don't think so. I think her experience with the MORCOCK changed her -- tamed her, you might say. She worships cock, recognizes it as her master. She loves being fucked, especially in the ass. She comes every time.
So why am I writing this story? Well, first of all, nobody'll believe it anyway -- just dismiss it as some pervert's fantasy. But the fact is, she's wearing me down. So, I've decided to start pimping her out. If you've got a million bucks to burn, and you've always had a secret hard-on for that litte red mini-skirt -- I promise you won't be disappointed. She really is Super.