1966 Feb 28 (Monday) - three days.
She fell almost straight down and savored the wind rushing past her. Her cape snapped and crackled above her like a flag in a hurricane and her hair and skirt fluttered in her slipstream. She had her arms and legs spread wide, as if to embrace the ground several miles below. Brief exertions of her thrust kept her oriented in the attitude she wanted as she fell toward the Town of Stanhope.
Below her the land displayed shades of forest green overlaid with a network of light gray. Little gray boxes, some of them partly obscured by dark brown traceries, each emanating from a thick central dot, lay next to the gray lines over most of the area. But Supergirl had her attention focused on an area that had wide areas covered by gray rectilinear shapes and light red-brown patches. Usually she would have headed for a point in Murphy's Grove, from which she could make a dash into the chimney of the abandoned steam plant that once provided Stanhope College's winter heat. But today she sought a different approach path.
Her meeting in Metropolis with her cousin and representatives of various law enforcement agencies had gone well, but she had been obliged to leave early in order to fulfill a prior commitment. She had learned enough at the meeting to begin her part of the investigation that had been set up. Evidence had been coming in to the Metropolis Police that Luthor's syndicate had been establishing branch operations in small towns well outside Metropolis and yet close enough to remain under Luthor's control. Stanhope was one of the towns on the list, though there were no specifics as to what the syndicate was up to in a small down-east college town: those were Supergirl's to discover.
She saw the pentagonal flutney on which Stanhope's 43-man Squamish team was practicing under the guidance of Coaches George Woodbridge and Tom Koch. The players, outfitted with swim fins and polo helmets and equipped with shepherds' crooks, were waddling over the flutney like a flock of hyperactive ducks. The team appeared to be in the third ogre of play and was trying to score a woomik. Silently Supergirl cheered them on as she rolled herself into a wide left turn to begin a descending spiral that would put her at the entrance to the main quadrangle.
One hundred feet above the ground she shallowed her descent to a fifteen-degree glide and at the entrance to the quadrangle, where the grassy area narrowed to pass between the History and Administration buildings, she leveled off ten feet above the lawn and sped toward the Language Arts building at the far end of the quad. People on the quad had seen her coming and called out greetings to her as she flew by. To anyone else the greetings would have come as so much wheedle-dee-dee, but Supergirl's superhearing let her understand every greeting as clearly as if it were spoken to her face to face in a quiet room. Using her ability to control the projection of her voice, often called super-ventriloquism, she returned the greetings in a way that the hearers could understand them.
At the end of the quad she pitched up and used her levitation ability to decelerate herself, coming down to a gentle landing at the top of the stairs leading into the Language Arts building. She entered the building and went to the lecture hall where Professor Inga N. Orsack and her class were waiting for her. Though she heard the usual buzz of conversation as she approached the door, the class went dead silent when she entered.
The class was listed as Kryptonese 101, an introductory course put into the upper division of language studies due to its difficulty. Supergirl had worked with Dr. Orsack for more than a year, helping her to understand the language of Krypton, and now together they would inaugurate the first course ever taught in a Terran university on a truly alien language.
"In this course," Dr. Orsack said in her introduction, "we will be learning how to read and to write Kryptonese. You will learn pronunciation only as an aid to reading, but you will not be expected to speak the language. You will understand why that must be the case after Supergirl reads you a sample of the Kryptoniad, the epic tale of the events surrounding the Vrang invasion of Krypton and the Kryptonese response."
Five pages was all that Supergirl read. Five pages of text written in symbols the same size as the Latin letters in the students' textbooks. One student described the experience as watching Supergirl suffer something like a spastic attack. Supergirl had jerked and twitched as if possessed by an epileptic fit. Another student said that the reading sounded like some bizarre combination of Arabic and Japanese shot from a machine gun.
"Five pages," Dr. Orsack said when Supergirl had finished. She held up the stopwatch that she had used to time the reading and added, "Two minutes and thirteen seconds. It typically takes us about one minute to read one page of English text, so five pages represents five minutes of reading."
A man in the front row raised his hand and said, "She was reading at superspeed."
"No," Supergirl said, "I was reading at the same speed at which I read books at home in Argo City."
"Oh, of course," a woman commented.
"Would you like to share your insight with the rest of us?" Dr. Orsack prompted.
"Certainly," the woman said. "It's the gravity. We've all seen newsreels of scenes inside Kandor and we all know that the people walk like Charlie Chaplin's Little Tramp: it's a kind of manic wobble. Now when we walk we act as an upside-down pendulum, which means we have a certain wobble frequency that we have to match as we put our feet forward. The Kryptonese are as big as we are, so they have the same wobble frequency here on Earth. But on Krypton, in the stiffer gravity, they would have a higher frequency, so they would have to have reflexes about...," she paused to calculate in her mind, "..two-and-a-quarter times faster than ours. But that would speed up every aspect of their lives, including their language."
"That is correct," Dr. Orsack said. "And that is why we can never speak authentic Kryptonese: we're just too slow. To Kryptonese ears it would sound like we were playing an old 78-rpm record at 33-1/3 rpm. Nonetheless, we can read and write the language and that is just what you will learn to do in this class."
Supergirl stayed on in the class and helped with examples of spoken Kryptonese that Dr. Orsack wrote down on the blackboard. When the class was over for the day she just had time to change back into Linda Danvers and get to her chemistry class.
After her last class of the day Linda accepted an invitation from her friends Jan Butler and Mindy Chadwick to go see the new Les Townes and Harry Lillis comedy, "On the Way to Midvale", which was currently playing at the Stanhope Odeon. Linda remembered how she had helped the producers of the movie as Supergirl and how she had been delighted to meet the actors who had made her laugh with their other "On the Way" movies. She especially enjoyed seeing the scenes in which she appeared because they gave her an interesting outside perspective on herself.
Later, after the movie, as the three women walked down High Street back to the Alpha Lambda House, Linda chuckled inside over the cartoon that had preceded the movie. It was called "El Kabong Goes to France" and it involved an anthropomorphic horse who went to the Paris Exposition to foil the plans of a gang of outlaws who were intent on preventing the construction of the Awful Tower. Usually working as the sheriff of a small western town, the main character also disguised himself as a Batman-like character who used a guitar as a weapon.
As they walked they approached a new business that had opened only a few weeks earlier. It was called the Muscle Beach Gym, though some of Linda's fellow students derided it as the "Muscle Bitch" Gym, and it was operated by Judy t'Willager. "The name sounds Dutch," Linda commented.
They walked on past the gym and Linda's super-hearing picked up the sounds of women exerting themselves in heavy labor. The grunting, the huffing and puffing, and the groans were what she would expect to hear coming from a gymnasium: she heard those sounds often when she passed the women's gym on the Stanhope College campus. But then she heard something else. Some of the grunts sounded desperate, segueing into quavery little squeals. And she heard moans of pleasure and the soft sounds of kissing, all of it female. Then she heard a soft whisper that startled her: she heard a woman sigh, "When you're my slave, I will sleep on you like this every night!"
It was too late for Linda to turn around to investigate the gym: her friends would want to know what had made her look back the way whence they came and she didn't have a good answer. She would have to return later as Supergirl to find out what was happening in the gym. But the reference to slavery made her think that she had discovered the criminal enterprise that so worried the Metropolis Police, the FBI, and her cousin.
As it turned out, she had to wait until the next day before she could carry out that plan. But as soon as she was free of other obligations, she went to the secret room inside the college's old abandoned steam plant and took off her wig and outer clothes to transform herself into her Supergirl persona. Then, like a shell shot from a gun, she thrust herself up the steam plant's chimney and high into the clear, cold air over the Town of Stanhope.
Floating high above Stanhope, she looked down at the gym and discovered that every available surface had been coated with lead-based paint, even the roof. It was almost as if someone had deliberately sought to stymie her x-ray vision. So she tried something else: she shifted her attention into the microwave portion of the electromagnetic spectrum, looking for the ultrashort radio waves that all warm bodies emit, waves that pass readily through non-metallic walls. The early March cold made that approach all the more successful.
As she scanned the gym she saw people as sharply delineated luminous silhouettes. When she looked into the gym itself she saw flat patterns of light with feminine curves acting out the exercises. Then she turned her attention to the building's second floor. In a room near the back of the building she saw two silhouettes and zoomed in on them while also directing her super-hearing toward that area.
From the uniformity of their microwave luminescence she inferred that both women were naked. The relatively sharp edges on the soft halos that she saw around their heads indicated to her that both women were wearing their plastic shower caps. As she watched, she saw the silhouettes from different angles as the women moved and was shocked to recognize her classmate, Darlene Wesendonck. She didn't recognize the other woman but she was clearly using Darlene as a lesbian pleasure slave.
The woman was panting as she hugged and kissed Darlene and rubbed her body on her. "Next week," the woman whispered in the same voice Supergirl had heard the previous day. "Next week you will become my slave forever and I can sleep on you every night. You will be my hot plastic bride!" With that the woman pushed Darlene down onto the bed, mounted her, and began rubbing to and fro on her.
High above, Supergirl noticed that the room's curtains, made of a fabric that incorporated a lead-based dye, were open. The window faced a blank wall, so the woman likely thought that there was no danger of her being observed. Wanting to get a good look at the woman who planned to make Darlene her sex slave, Supergirl carefully examined the neighboring building. She could see through the window well enough if she landed on the roof, but she didn't want to risk anyone seeing her. She figured that if she could get inside the building, she could look through the blank wall facing the gym and thence through the uncurtained window.
A hint of movement on the roof of that building drew her attention. Zooming in on the movement with her telescopic vision, she saw a young man crouching on the roof and focusing the zoom lens of a camera that was aimed at the window in the gym's upper floor. She recognized the Peeping Tom as John Ehrhardt, known to other students at Stanhope College as Johnny Airhead, a mediocre student who hobbled himself with an overweening narcissism. It didn't take Supergirl more than a minute to locate a police car and to direct the officers to the scene, where they were able to arrest John in the act.
The commotion alerted the woman, who closed the curtains and went back to playing with Darlene. It was worse than too late: Supergirl had gotten into the building and, looking through the wall, had gotten a good look at the woman as she had faced outward while closing the curtains. Now she would recognize the would-be slave-driver anywhere.
Later, with search warrant in hand, the police raided John's home and found more pictures that he had taken of women unawares and a set of notebooks written in code. Because the pictures had been altered with drawings of various violent assaults imposed upon the women, the police wanted a quick decoding of the notebooks to see what information they might provide of crimes John had committed. Pleading his Fifth Amendment right against self-incrimination, John refused to give the police the key to his code. Thus the detective assigned to investigate the case asked Supergirl if she would be willing to try decoding the notebooks.
It took Supergirl all of five minutes to discern the simple substitution code that John had used. She had giggled when she read the part in which John described himself as a human Enigma machine, referring to the coding machine that the Germans had used in the Second World War. But then she decoded the rest of the text and was appalled. Hundreds of pages were filled with fantasies of John committing horrible atrocities upon women and gaining sexual pleasure from them. But worst were the fantasies in which John described his desire to rape and murder Batgirl, Wonder Woman, and herself.
He had described Supergirl as "all full of herself" and as easily enraged by minor insults. It was just an example of what her psychology professor called projection: he was imputing these things to Supergirl to justify his own self-obsession and easy rage. But the stories would go on and on displaying John's indignation over Supergirl's very existence. And they would culminate in the most despicable expressions of hatred.
"He's a momma's boy," Detective Cameron explained when Supergirl expressed her revulsion to him. "His mother conditioned him to expect women to cater to his every whim and to regard himself as the center of the world. He hates women because they don't live up to his expectations and he interprets that failure to please him as a hostile act deserving a violent reaction."
"But why?" Supergirl asked. "Why would any mother condition her child to be a total failure as a human being?"
"I don't think that was her conscious intent," Detective Cameron said. "I believe that she catered to his every whim out of fear of losing his love. But subconsciously she may have understood that by making him a social failure she made him dependent upon her. Unfortunately, that means that he has developed the habit of spending all of his time kissing his own butt, if you'll pardon the expression. Obsessing over his own feelings has made him weak, so that any slight hurts him so badly that only extreme violence can satisfy him. Women not catering to him feels to him like a tremendous betrayal so he develops a hatred of women, all the more so when the women involved are super-women"
But this all came days after she had dealt with the problem she had discerned in the gym. She knew how she would deal with this problem: she would go as Linda and join the gym. It was easy enough since several women on campus were promoting the gym as an alternative or a complement to the standard Physical Education courses at the college. So Wednesday afternoon she went to the Muscle Beach Gym with Pamela Marlowe, whom she had maneuvered into promoting the gym to her, and signed up. She took with her a new set of workout clothes in a gym bag that had a false bottom, under which she could hide her Supergirl costume.
When she and Pamela were ready, they went into the gym and found that the class was going to be led by the proprietor herself. And when Judy t'Willager walked into the room everyone fell silent.
Linda was astounded by her. She stood at least six feet tall and had long, flowing blond hair that framed the face of an angel, with limpid blue eyes and sensuous lips. Linda had only seen anything like her before in Argo City when she had visited the Pantheon and seen the sculptured representation of Kara, the Kryptonese goddess of beauty, for whom she was named. Indeed, Linda saw, Judy t'Willager had the body of a goddess. It was perfection manifest. She was fit and well-toned, but not over-muscled Lightly freckled skin showing just a hint of a tan. Perfection. An almost but not quite zaftig figure. Perfection. Large, firm, well-shaped breasts proudly proclaiming her femininity, as if any further announcement of that fact were necessary. Perfection. The very Platonic Ideal of Woman. Perfection...until she opened her mouth. Then Linda heard the English language as if it were honked by a foghorn through a bed of gravel.
Nonetheless, a strange feeling came over Linda. She knew that she could be standing next to this amazing woman in her Supergirl costume and she would not be the center of attention. Some of the women had even suggested that Judy t'Willager looked more like Supergirl than Supergirl did, that she was sexier than Supergirl. "Supergirl has just got to hate her," Philene Barchester had said. But Supergirl had come from a culture that learned a long time ago the dangers of cultivating self-defeating attitudes like jealousy. Philene's suggestion that Supergirl would put Judy t'Willager in her place when the time was right assumed that Supergirl was competent to decide what Judy's proper place in society was and the time would never be right for Supergirl to make such a presumption.
The class began promptly with Judy demonstrating the exercises and leading the women as they copied them. Linda divided her attention between the exercises and using her x-ray vision and super-hearing to investigate the gym's layout and find out what clues she could to the criminal activities that must certainly be taking place. After the class ended she dawdled, being the last woman to go to the showers. But nothing had given her solid evidence of wrongdoing. However, the investigation was young yet and the Kryptonese had long ago learned the value of patience
Linda came out of the shower room and into the locker room still wearing the Pert and PrettyETropical Sunrise shower cap that she had bought just for use in the gym. It was a beret-style shower cap made of transparent pink plastic on which the image of a passion flower vine, with its leaves and blossoms woven into a tiara, had been printed and finished off with a pale yellow rubber band. Linda was still wiping herself with a towel as she walked toward her locker and puzzling over the strange odor that she had smelled in the shower room.
Suddenly Judy, still in her workout clothes, stepped out of the shadows and stood before her. "I saw you checking me out in the gym," she said. "Are you looking for some action?" She leered suggestively at Linda.
"Uh, no," Linda said, startled by the accusation. "I was just comparing your muscular development with mine so I could see how much work I need to do."
Now Judy looked puzzled. "That's not what I expected to hear," she said. And then she smiled and added, "But it'll do." She had her hands on her belt as she stood in her power stance and now she pressed her right thumb onto the top of the wide buckle. Abruptly the front of the buckle swung open, as a door, and Linda felt a wave of dizziness sweep over her and a stinging sensation flare up all over her body.
Looking down as she felt strength drain out of her, Linda saw an all-too-familiar green glow emanating from the cavity revealed in Judy's belt buckle when it opened. As the world went flat and dull for Linda, Judy took from the cavity a kryptonite charm made in the form of the famous ess-on-a-shield inscribed in a circle with a slanted line through it, the Super-ess embedded within the European negation symbol. A chain dangled from the charm and Judy slipped it over her head so that the charm hung down between her breasts.
Grabbing Linda by the arm, Judy dragged her hapless prisoner into her office. At the rear of the room, behind a partition, a pink rubber cylinder the size of one of Judy's thighs stood horizontally on three legs. It faced a poster bearing a life-sized image of Wonder Woman and a Pert and PrettyEWonder Woman apron was draped over the cylinder with its yoke hanging over the end facing the poster. With a skirt made of transparent-blue plastic on which silver stars were printed and a bib and yoke made of transparent-red plastic on which gold stars had been printed, the apron had a yellow plastic tie that was tied in a neat bow under the cylinder.
Judy bent Linda over the cylinder and when she resisted gave her a sharp spank on her left buttock to soften her. From a peg on the partition Judy took a silken cord and tied Linda's hands behind her back. Then she stood Linda up and tugged at her shower cap, pulling it off and then pulled off her wig to reveal the blond hair underneath.
"How did you know it was me?" Supergirl asked.
"You didn't respond to the hypno-mist in the shower," Judy said.
So that's what the strange odor was from, Supergirl thought.
"You looked kinda cute," Judy continued, "so I thought I would play with you before I sent you home. I never dreamed I would hit the jackpot so quickly."
"Wha-...what do you mean?" Supergirl said. Her voice quavered and she felt a strange warmth sweep over her. Being so close to this stunningly beautiful woman in the presence of her masturbating toy made her intensely aware of her own nakedness and helplessness.
"Capturing you was part of my reason for setting up my operation here in Stanhope," Judy said. "I knew that you would come nosing around once women started disappearing from the college. I just didn't expect it to happen so soon. But that's OK. That just gives me more time to play with you before I have to turn you in to The Boss."
She took Supergirl by the arm and dragged her out of the office through a rear door that led to a staircase. Up the stairs they went and came out into a corridor on the second floor. Then Judy dragged her prisoner into her bedroom at the rear of the building.
As she came into the room Supergirl saw Judy's big double bed on her left and the open door of Judy's bathroom on her right. In the corner of the room ahead of her on her left she saw what looked like a cage made of black-striped transparent-white plastic shower curtains hung to form a cell. And inside that flimsy cage she saw two fully inflated plastic punching bags, one bearing the life-sized image of Wonder Woman on yellow plastic and the other bearing the life-sized image of herself on gray plastic. And in the corner ahead of her on her right she saw a real cage, steel bars defining a cubic space perhaps six feet on a side. Inside the cage lay an inflated opaque-blue plastic air mattress that had her Super-ess emblem printed on the pillow in red and yellow vinyl ink.
Judy pushed Supergirl into the cage and locked the door, then put the key into the drawer of the nightstand by her bed. She slipped the chain bearing the kryptonite charm over her head and then reached up to slide it over one of the blades of the ceiling fan. Then she left to finish closing up the gym.
When she came back she was carrying Linda's gym bag, which she dropped onto the chair in front of her dressing table. She closed the bedroom door and went straight to the bathroom. Soon Supergirl heard the sound of water running in the shower. After a time the sound stopped and Supergirl felt a strange anxiety take hold of her.
Judy came out of the bathroom still wearing her Pert and PrettyESupergirl shower cap. Her blond hair puffed out the transparent-blue plastic fully, giving the circular array of red and yellow Super-esses the look of a tiara. She unlocked the cage, pulled Supergirl out, and put Linda's Tropical Sunrise shower cap on her. Then she stood Supergirl up facing her bed.
She went to her closet and removed a padded hanger from which hung a raincape made of transparent-white plastic on which blue gingham patterns had been printed. She slipped the raincape off the hanger, tossed the hanger onto a chair, and came to put the raincape on her prisoner. On Judy the raincape would have hung to mid-calf, but on Supergirl it hung to her ankles.
"There!" Judy said as she pulled the hood up over Supergirl's head and tied the doubled plastic ribbons in a neat bow under her chin. She gripped Supergirl's shoulders and looked her over. "Now you look like a big blow-up punching bag," she gloated. She slid her arms around Supergirl's back, took her in an embrace, and kissed her passionately. She pressed her body against Supergirl's and put her right hand on Supergirl's right buttock to press her even closer.
Desperately Supergirl tried to resist. She turned her head from side to side, but to no avail. She felt Judy's body heat through the soft, smooth plastic of the raincape, heard Judy's heavy breathing, and started to come aroused herself. Then Judy broke off her kiss and stood up straight. A look of horror flashed over Supergirl's face just before Judy put her left hand on the back of her head and shoved it into her massive breasts. Supergirl felt Judy's left nipple swell and stiffen against her right cheek and she felt weak and quivery inside.
Judy was breathing heavily and moaning softly. She rocked to and fro, rubbing herself against her prisoner. "I want you so much," she whispered in a quavery voice.
"No, please, don't" Supergirl cried, her voice muffled by the mounds of warm flesh pressed against her face. She felt helpless as the huge, beautiful amazon held her and caressed her and made her feel hot. Her nipples were swelling and stiffening and her clitoris was doing the same, sliding forward in its sheath as if eager to touch Judy's warm thighs.
"You're my toy!" Judy said. "My plastic sex prisoner! I want you and now I can have you!" With that she lifted Supergirl up and laid her onto the bed. Then she knelt down on the bed and got on top of her prisoner.
Supergirl felt Judy come down soft and hot on top of her, pressing the plastic of the raincape against her bare skin and filling it with sexual warmth. Judy slid her right thigh between Supergirl's legs, pressed warm plastic into Supergirl's crotch, rubbed it against her extended clitoris.
"No, Judy," Supergirl cried, "please, don't...."
But before Supergirl could say anything more Judy kissed her again. She slid her arms around Supergirl's back and hugged her
Supergirl closed her mouth as she felt soft, rubbery lips press firmly against hers. She turned her head from side to side in an effort to escape Judy's passion, but her struggle only got Judy hotter. And then Judy broke off the kiss, put her left cheek against Supergirl's, and began to move.
Supergirl felt Judy's breasts rub her chest She felt Judy's belly rhythmically press heat against hers. And she felt Judy's erect clitoris slide up and down her right thigh as Judy's right thigh, hot and rubbery-soft, rubbed smooth plastic against her own clitoris. She felt her nipples and clitoris swell and stiffen even more, more than she had ever believed they could do. She trembled inside with sexual anticipation and her breath came in quavery gasps. Soon she was squirming in Judy's embrace and uttering desperate-sounding, half-sobbing grunts. Caught up in a sexual tempest, she wasn't paying attention to her thoughts.
As Judy bounced on her, her breath coming in tremulous squeals, Supergirl whispered, "I'm your plastic prisoner forever."
Judy jerked as if she had been goosed. Then she hugged Supergirl harder and pounded her with her clitoris, rocking from side to side as she uttered a series of quavery ohs.
At the same time Supergirl felt something tickle her clitoris and then she exploded, her clitoris throbbing mightily as she thrust her hips up against Judy. In the back of her mind a part of her was flabbergasted; this huge and beautiful amazon was making her, the mighty and invincible Supergirl, climax wildly. Supergirl lost all control of herself as the powerful orgasm convulsed her. Her breath was coming in quavery gasps as she bucked and writhed against the amazon's relentless passion. Sexual tension turned into sexual heat within her in great throbbing pulses and seemed to blow out of her through her clitoris in hard spurts.
And then it was over. Judy lay panting on top of her as she struggled to catch her own breath. A minute later the two women shared the heat of their post-coital blushes.
After resting for a time Judy got up and used a hand towel that she kept by the bed to wipe her crotch drool off her vulva and thighs and off the raincape. Then she opened the front of the raincape and pulled Supergirl out of it, pulling her up into a standing position by the bed. She couldn't help but notice the little pool of liquid on the inside of the raincape.
"Well, now, little girl," Judy gloated. "It sure looks like ya had yer fun." She used the hand towel to wipe Supergirl's crotch drool off her buttocks and off the backs of her thighs and then off the raincape.
She sat Supergirl up on the edge of the bed and sat next to her, putting her left arm around Supergirl's shoulders and idly stroking her belly with her right hand. Then she kissed Supergirl again and this time Supergirl did not resist.
"Oh, I just can't wait ta have ya again," Judy said. "I wanna make ya my hot, plastic bride. Oh, I'm startin' ta get hot just thinkin' about it."
Judy got up then and pulled Supergirl up off the bed. She pushed her into the cage and then locked the door.
"I'm gonna leave ya tied up," Judy said, "'cause I'm gonna take ya ta bed with me tonight."
She took off her shower cap and tossed it onto the bed with the raincape. Then she got dressed and left to go get dinner.
Supergirl sat down in the cage and stared ruefully up at the kryptonite charm hanging over her like Damocles' sword. Then she tried to untie herself. For a long time she struggled to some purchase on the knots in the cord so that she could loosen them and then unravel them. All to no avail She was well and truly trapped. All she could do was sit and watch the light fade as the sun went down.
Some hours later Judy returned and turned on the light. Supergirl saw that she was carrying a paper bag from the local Slurp 'n' Burp and what looked like a folded-up plastic raincoat. Judy slipped the bag through the bars of the cage and then untied Supergirl's hands. Supergirl opened the bag to see that she had been provided with a hamburger, french fries, and a CokeE As she ate she watched Judy unfold the presumed raincoat and saw that it was actually a large full apron made of transparent-white plastic on which white-and-silver floral patterns had been printed, a bridal apron if she ever saw one: it was clearly intended for her.
Judy draped the apron over the chair on which her raincape and shower cap lay and turned her attention to Linda's gym bag. She opened it and took Linda's clothes out. Then she discerned the false bottom and after a minute's examination of it opened it. She pulled out Supergirl's action costume, the famous red-caped blue minidress and red boots, and held the dress up to her own body.
"Nah," she said, "it won't fit me." (Actually, it would, because it can stretch to an amazing degree - TdC).
"May I have it?" Supergirl pleaded. "At least it'll keep me warm."
Judy dropped the costume onto the floor and approached the cage. "Oh, I'll be makin' sure ya don't get cold," she said as she started taking her own clothes off and tossing them aside until she was wearing only satin culottes and a bra. Seeing that Supergirl had finished eating, Judy unlocked the cage and pulled her prisoner out. She pushed her down onto the floor, sat down on her back, and retied her hands behind her. For a moment she paused, then she got up and pulled Supergirl to her feet.
She retrieved her shower cap from where she had tossed it earlier and put it on. "I'm sure ya don't want my hair in yer face while I play with ya," she said.
Next she picked up the bridal apron and slipped the yoke over Supergirl's head. Then she tied the ties behind Supergirl's back. She was breathing deeply as she examined the result. Standing in front of Supergirl, Judy puffed out her belly, arched her back, and stepped up against Supergirl to rub her belly on the apron. Supergirl saw Judy's breasts bobbing up and down in her face and tried to step back as she felt sexual heat blossom inside her, but Judy put her hands on Supergirl's shoulders and held her close as she belly-rubbed her.
Judy was panting as she let go of Supergirl just long enough to take off her bra and toss it aside. Then she pulled Supergirl into a full embrace and rubbed against her some more. She was panting as she put her left hand on the back of Supergirl's neck and held her while she used her right hand to pull down her culottes. Then she thrust her pelvis against Supergirl, poking at the apron with her now-extended clitoris. She took Supergirl into a full embrace again and continued rubbing against her.
Then Judy put Supergirl into her bed. She slid Supergirl under the covers and rolled her over onto her back. Supergirl watched Judy go to turn out the light and then felt the bed move as Judy got into bed with her. She waited, trembling and feeling warmth expand within her. She became aware of the pressure in her crotch and silently begged Judy to take her.
Judy rolled over to face Supergirl, slid her right hand over to touch her, then pulled her close. "Now, at last," she gloated, "I have you right where I want you, my helpless plastic prisoner!" She put her lips on Supergirl's then and intuitively Supergirl turned her head to avoid the kiss. Judy merely followed her motion, pressing her lips against Supergirl's all the harder and making little pouting motions to enhance the sensation. The helpless Girl of Plastic was no match for her and soon yielded, submitting herself to being kissed passionately by a woman who regarded her as nothing more than a toy.
Sexual heat intensified within Supergirl as Judy mounted her, sliding up onto her and pushing her right thigh between her legs. Supergirl felt Judy's breasts slid soft and hot over hers and then press down on them, felt the body-warm plastic of Judy's shower cap kiss the left side of her face, and felt the soft, skin-smooth plastic of her apron pressed into her crotch by Judy's hot thigh. She savored the sensation of Judy's belly pressing heat into hers through the apron with every quivering breath Judy took. She felt the pressure in her clitoris rise out of control when Judy pressed her thigh, hot and rubbery, against it. And the sensation of Judy's clitoris pressing hard into the plastic on her right thigh made her want to move, to rock and to roll under Judy to intensify the sensation. She desperately wanted Judy to overwhelm her, to envelope her, and when Judy put her arms around her and hugged her, she wanted even more. She craved nothing less than every calorie of Judy's heat on her body.
Then Judy began to move, thrusting her hips to and fro, sliding her clitoris up and down Supergirl's thigh and rubbing Supergirl's clitoris as well. Supergirl felt that Judy's thigh moving rhythmically on her was a kind of pump blowing her up through her clitoris, inflating her with hot passion. Then it exploded, sent waves of heat slamming into every part of her body, making her whole body shudder and quake. She bucked and writhed in Judy's grasp and grew all the hotter as she felt Judy convulsing on top of her.
It ended too soon. She felt the heat from Judy's post-coital blush and nearly climaxed again, then her sexual heat faded into a soft afterglow, a long-lasting warmth from the embers of consummated love.
Judy squeezed her and began to cry. Supergirl kissed Judy's cheek and then nuzzled her until she cried herself to sleep. Then Supergirl lay quietly, staring up at the green-glowing source of her helplessness until she, too, drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, after taking the apron off her, Judy took Supergirl straight out of bed to her upstairs exercise room. It was right next to Judy's bedroom, so Supergirl was still within the one-hundred-foot range of the radiation emanating from the kryptonite hanging from the ceiling fan in the bedroom. Both women were naked and Judy made it clear that this morning's exercise for her would consist of beating Supergirl down and then masturbating on her.
Inside the exercise room Judy untied the cord binding Supergirl's hands behind her back and then retreated before Supergirl could free herself and attack. Supergirl unwound the cord, wadded it up, and casually tossed it aside. Well, not so casually: she actually calculated the toss to take the cord up onto the light fixture hanging from the ceiling, putting it out of Judy's reach.
Even as Judy was bringing her into the exercise room, Supergirl began to think of how she could take this opportunity to escape. Even without her superpowers she was tougher and stronger than most Terrans, but Judy wasn't most Terrans. With the kryptonite far enough away, Supergirl was just about evenly matched with her amazonian opponent. And she had learned a lot from the times that she had allowed Batgirl to use her as a punching bag and sparring partner. She might able just barely to defeat Judy, but she needed a strategy to guide her tactics. And she knew what it was.
All she had to do was to get away from Judy long enough to go into the hallway and dive through a window. The lead-based paint on the building's exterior would shield her from the kryptonite and allow her to regain her superpowers. She could retrieve her costume after the police had come to arrest Judy.
But first she had to knock Judy down long enough to get out the door. Trying to take the measure of her opponent, Supergirl could not help but notice that Judy was still stunningly sexy. She remembered last night when she was being dominated and ravished by this awesome amazon, remembered how hot she had felt as Judy bounced on top of her. She felt ashamed of herself for thinking of that and reminded herself of the humiliation and violation that Judy had inflicted upon her. But the swelling and the moisture developing in her crotch refuted any thought that it had been an unpleasant experience.
Turning her attention back to the matter at hand, she saw that she would have to be quick. Judy had a longer reach, so she would have to avoid Judy's fists while still getting in close enough to deliver blows of her own. A sharp jab into Judy's solar plexis would bend Judy over and then a karate chop to the neck would put her onto the floor long enough to let Supergirl escape.
It was easier imagined than done Supergirl managed to duck Judy's first blow, but she was unable to strike a blow of her own. As she pulled back Judy clopped her on the cheek. There was no sensation of pain (the Kryptonese having a much higher pain threshold than Terrans do), but she felt woozy. She staggered backward to buy time to regain her focus, but Judy pursued her. She tried to duck under Judy's next blow and come out behind Judy, but she tripped over Judy's left foot.
Judy seized the opportunity. She jumped on top of Supergirl, flattening her onto the floor, then straddled her legs and began punching her furiously. Supergirl was helpless, unable to defend herself. Though not causing the pain that they would inflict upon an Earth-woman, the amazon's punches were stunning her, sapping her strength. Her eyes began to lose their focus. The amazon saw this and stepped up her attack. She lifted Supergirl to her feet, pushed her against the wall, and pummeled her with punches to the chest and belly. Supergirl just stood motionless, swaying weakly, as Judy threw punch after punch after punch into her. Panting from the exertion, Judy allowed Supergirl to fall forward and collapse into her arms. Judy applied a bear hug and crushed Supergirl's body against her own naked body, luxuriating in her prisoner's softness and warmth.
"Oh, this feels so good!!" Judy cried out as she pressed Supergirl's face into her breasts. Her nipples swelled and stiffened. "I just can't get enough of this!"
Supergirl was little more than Judy's punching bag at this point. She was nearly out on her feet. The amazon pushed her up against the wall and held her there by putting her left hand between Supergirl's breasts. Then she pulled her right fist all the way back making her own amazing breasts stick out proudly
"You're no match for me, Supergirl!" Judy gloated. Her glistening clitoris protruded a full two inches from its sheath at the top of her vulva. "Prepare for defeat!"
Judy punched Supergirl square in the belly with a massive right. The Maid of Might doubled over, sank to the floor, and landed nearly unconscious. She had been defeated and now her captress loomed over, pointing at her with her clitoris!
"I am the most powerful woman in the world," Judy gloated. "No one, NO ONE can defeat me, and I will fuck anyone who tries!" She pulled the limp body of the Princess of Power away from the wall and laid her out on the floor. Then she knelt down and straddled Supergirl's thighs. She gazed lovingly down at her victim. "I got so hot last night and so did you. You can't deny it! And we're gonna get super-hot together again before I kill you. You're gonna be my girl toy while I let the air out of you for the last time!"
"No," Supergirl moaned. "You can't...."
"I can and I will," Judy said. "Yeah, I wish I could keep you and play with you like this forever, but the Big Boss has other plans for you and those plans don't involve you being alive. Soon, little girl, it will be your time to die, but you will have to pleasure me first as your last act. We'll do it in the bedroom, just like last night. I'll have you coming and going at the same time," Judy said, smirking at her little bit of witty repartee. "So," she said as she started panting anew over her captive, "let me test you now and see how well this will work." With that she leaned forward to lay herself down on Supergirl, lifting her right leg to slide it between Supergirl's thighs.
Supergirl was in no condition to resist; she had been softened up too thoroughly As Judy laid her naked body on top of hers Supergirl came aroused. Judy's breasts were on Supergirl's face and Supergirl's own nipples swelled and grew hard. Supergirl felt Judy's bare thighs up against her own and felt her own clitoris swell and slide forward in its sheath. Judy sensed this and began rubbing her pelvis up against Supergirl's.
Again Supergirl quivered inside as she felt sexual pressure build up within her and grow hotter as it did so. She was unable to resist and not sure she wanted to. She understood that there was little conceptual distance between a punching bag and a sex toy and she was both for Judy. That understanding only got her hotter. She wrapped her arms around Judy and hugged her.
It came quickly this time. Punching Supergirl had served Judy as foreplay, so she was already hot when she mounted her toy. The sheer intensity of Judy's arousal instigated a similar arousal in Supergirl. Though both women lost all sense of elapsing time, it was less than a minute before Judy jerked and shuddered and brought both of them to a hot, convulsing climax. It drained their strength, sapping what little Supergirl had left and leaving Judy too weak to waste any effort on trying to retrieve the cord to tie Supergirl up again.
After getting up and wiping up their crotch drool, Judy dragged Supergirl to her feet and pulled her toward the bedroom. Supergirl staggered and reeled like a drunk. It took all of Judy's strength to keep her moving. As the women came into the bedroom, Supergirl fell to the floor, grabbed her cape, and tried to wrap it around herself as a blanket. Judy wrapped her arm around Supergirl's waist, lifted her up, and carried her into the cage. She laid Supergirl out on the air mattress and then locked the cage.
"Later, my pretty love slave," Judy gloated over her shivering prisoner, "Later." Then she left, closing the door behind her.
Left alone in the cage while Judy went to conduct the day's class, Supergirl applied the new plan that she had conceived. She had her cape in the cage with her and the kryptonite was hanging by its chain from one blade of the fan over Judy's bed. Taking care not to over-inflate it, Supergirl blew air into her air mattress to stiffen it. Then she slipped it between the bars of the cage and used it to push the blades of the fan until the blade carrying the kryptonite was facing her Next she used a corner of the air mattress to nudge the chain out over the widest part of the blade. And finally she put the air mattress behind the kryptonite and pushed on it to slide the chain off the fan blade. With a soft swish the kryptonite slid down the air mattress and landed on the carpet next to the cage. Gleefully Supergirl picked it up, ignoring the stinging in her hand, and brought it into the cage.
She reached into the pouch behind the emblem on the back of her cape, the pouch in which she kept her wig and outer clothes when she was Supergirl, and pulled out a packet of white plastic. It was something her cousin had given to her for emergencies just like this one. Under a false identity, he had taken lead oxide, the white powder used in paint, and had asked a manufacturer of plastic film to make a batch of 4-mil film with the powder dispersed in it as a pigment, paying the manufacturer in advance. Once the resulting rolls of film had been delivered to Wayne Industries in Gotham City, they, like so many other high-tech deliveries, simply disappeared. Now Supergirl took a folded four foot by six foot sheet of that plastic from her cape's pouch and slipped Judy's "good luck" charm into it. Her fingertips had turned green from handling the glowing metal, but almost immediately the green vanished.
From Supergirl's point of view, the world underwent an astounding metamorphosis. First all of the aches in her body and the dizziness in her head went away. Then a great crescendo of sound swelled in her ears and then stilled to a clarity that enabled her to hear Judy whispering to one of the women in the gym. She concentrated just right, the building went transparent for her and she could see Judy talking to Raghida Linjawi, one of Linda's sorority sisters. Another twinge of concentration allowed her to zoom in on the scene and see that Judy was using a tiny sprayer to blow hypno-mist into Raghida's face. As she put on her costume she made certain that Raghida was in no immediate danger.
She stared at the bars and the lock mechanism of the cage and they obligingly went transparent for her: not made of lead, they could not be hiding some nasty kryptonitic surprise for her. Quietly she bent two of the bars apart and slipped out of the cage. She put her boots on, opened a window, and, still carrying the plastic sheet with Judy's kryptonite charm, flew away. She would be back with the police before Judy even knew she was gone. In fact, she had time enough to make some very special preparations for the final confrontation with Punchin' Judy.
The last class of the day was over. Judy sat in her office and opened the package that had been delivered earlier. She dug through the wadded-up newspaper that had been used as packing, lifted the lead box out, and set it before her on the desk. She opened the box then and stared in awe at the green luminescence emanating from the chunk of metal within. She lifted the kryptonite out of the box and held it up to admire it, but then a motion distracted her attention and she looked up in annoyance.
"We're closed," she said and almost immediately felt a chill shiver her spine.
The figure that came into her office wore what looked like Medieval armor, but instead of shining steel, it showed dull gray, the color of lead. The helmet resembled the helmets worn by the astronauts in the Gemini program, but the glass in the visor was almost certainly leaded.
"Put the kryptonite back into the box and close the lid!" Supergirl said.
Judy hesitated only a fraction of a second before complying with the order. She had good reason to believe that she was in serious danger right now.
Supergirl picked up the box and moved it out of Judy's reach. Then she took off her leaded gloves and squeezed the box, swaging the lead onto the kryptonite inside. Power tools would be needed to expose the kryptonite now. Supergirl raised her helmet's visor.
"Who sent you this?" Supergirl asked as she hefted the lead-encased kryptonite.
"I ordered it from the Sears catalogue," Judy said, trying to be nonchalant. A sudden burst of heat from Supergirl's eyes made little beads of sweat pop out on her face.
"Never lie to a Kryptonese," Supergirl said. "Who sent you this kryptonite?"
Now Judy was frightened. "M...my c...cousin," she stammered.
"And your cousin is...," Supergirl prompted.
"I...I c...can't say," Judy said. She was crying now, clearly terrified, but not of Supergirl. "Y...ya can't make m...me t...tell. F...fifth Amendment."
"It's not illegal to be related to somebody," Supergirl said.
"I...I w...won't say," Judy insisted.
Supergirl stared at the desk and saw it go transparent for her. Seeing what she wanted, she moved before Judy could react. She opened a drawer and took out the sprayer that she had seen Judy wield against Raghida. She aimed the sprayer at Judy.
Judy's eyes went wide. "No! No, please don't!"
"Who sent you the kryptonite?" Supergirl repeated patiently.
Judy collapsed, bowing her head and sobbing, sounding like a mule braying. "I got it from," she said quietly, "Lex Luthor."
"You're related to Luthor?!" Supergirl said in astonishment.
Judy lifted her head. "His dad was my uncle," she said.
Supergirl shook her head. "That's a pity," she said, "but not a crime. Drugging women and selling them into sexual slavery? Now, that's a crime."
"Yeah, but you don't dare turn me in," Judy said with renewed confidence. "I know your secret identity. You're that Linda Danvers girl."
"Who? Me?" Linda said as she came into the room.
"Give me a little credit for brains," Supergirl said to Judy. "Even if I had a secret identity, surely you don't think I would be stupid enough to risk it in an undercover operation." Turning to Linda, she tossed the lead-encased kryptonite to her and said, "Here. You can turn this in for the bounty."
"Thanks, Supergirl!" Linda said as she caught the block and staggered backward.
Supergirl took a fraction of a second to admire her handiwork. With Linda's wig and some Hollywood make-up tricks, Janet Faye looked just like Linda. Under the influence of the hypno-mist and Supergirl's instructions, she played the role of Linda perfectly. Later, before the hypno-mist wore off and Janet forgot all that she had done while under its influence, Supergirl would retrieve the kryptonite and reverse her make-up job. She would have to put the bounty into Linda's account, but then she could donate most of it to the campus building fund. She would find some other way to reward Janet.
Meanwhile, Judy, utterly defeated, slumped down in her chair and simply waited for the Stanhope Police to come pick her up. There was nothing else she could do.
Like any institution of its age, Stanhope College has seen certain technologies come and go. For a long time, until some time after the Second World War, the college's buildings had been heated in winter by steam produced in a giant coal-fired boiler housed in a large building that had been erected in a far corner of the campus and distributed through a network of steam tunnels. Now the old steam plant sat locked and sealed, no longer in use. At least, no longer in use by the college.
If anyone had bothered to check (and no one ever did), they would have found that the plant's giant coal bunker had been converted into a large apartment that was connected to the plant's chimney by a short tunnel. A door that no Earthly human could open led from the refurbished bunker to a tunnel that led to the basement of the Alpha Lambda Sorority house. Late one night a young woman came into the tunnel from that house, came to the door, and opened it.
Stepping into her own little Fortress of Solitude, Linda Danvers took off her wig, her pajamas, and her rubber flip-flops and stood naked examining the scene before her. The plastic shower curtains from Judy's bedroom had been rehung in their jail cell configuration and the Wonder Woman and Supergirl punching bags had been reinflated inside the cell so defined by them. On one wall she had hung the poster shown Judy, larger than life, standing half naked in her power stance, as if daring her prisoner to try to escape.
A rubber bath mat lay on the floor in front of the poster and Supergirl stepped onto it to confront the image of her erstwhile captress. On her right stood Judy's pink rubber masturbating cylinder, with Judy's Wonder Woman apron still tied to it. Judy's raincape and her shower cap were draped over the cylinder. Supergirl glanced at it and shuddered. Eyes downcast, she addressed the image on the poster.
"I'm ready to become your pleasure slave," she half whispered as her voice began to quaver. "I am your helpless plastic prisoner. I am going to be your punching bag...in your bedroom. I will be able to see your bed while you soften me up. I will see where you're going to give me my ultimate humiliation and I will be aware that I am going to be utterly helpless when you take your pleasure from me...in your bed...as your sex toy."
First she put on Judy's Supergirl shower cap. That act in itself started getting her hot. She imagined that she could feel her own skin turning into soft, smooth plastic, that she herself were turning into an inflated plastic doll. Then, wearing only Judy's plastic raincape, she used her levitating ability to bounce herself to and fro like an inflated plastic punching bag. She went into a reverie and imagined being Judy's inflated toy.
To aid Judy in the operation of her white-slavery ring, Lex Luthor had invented a device that would turn Judy's captives into living inflated plastic dolls. Now Supergirl was standing on the device's focal plate as Judy's prisoner. Judy was wearing only opaque plastic boxing trunks whose metallic-green color came from kryptonite dust in the plastic. It was just enough to weaken Supergirl and also make her susceptible to the hypno-mist. Thus enslaved, Supergirl could only watch helplessly as Judy turned her into a blow-up plastic slave-doll for her own personal use.
Judy watched with increasing excitement as Supergirl took off all of her clothes and put on her Fairy Princess shower cap. Barely able to control her raging lust, Judy waited as Supergirl aroused herself.>>
Supergirl's heart beat at a rate that would kill an Earthwoman. Her breath trembled. She felt a soft prickling in her nipples as they swelled and hardened. And she felt pressure in her crotch making her clitoris grow and slide out of its sheath. When she was fully aroused, she took a deep breath, puffed out her belly, and uttered a little moan.
Judy reacted quickly to the signal and pressed the red button on the control console. Supergirl went blurry and then snapped back into sharp focus as a firm rubbery whump shook the air in the laboratory. She got her will back then, but to no avail: Judy grabbed her and forced her legs into a full-length skirt made of soft, smooth, opaque-red plastic. Then Judy knelt before her captive, took a valve stem in the front of the skirt in her mouth, and inflated the skirt. Slowly the skirt filled with air and Supergirl felt the inner skirt slide between her legs and press into her crotch as the outer skirt became full and firm. She felt the skirt lift her slightly and wobble a little as Judy blew it full.
Standing up and giving her prisoner an up-and-down glance, Judy gave Supergirl an experimental jab She watched Supergirl tip over backward and then rock briskly back upright and then she gave the Girl of Plastic a punch that sent her to the floor with a soft whap. Judy marveled at how soft and smooth Supergirl's plastic was, at how lightly Supergirl bounced off her fists, and at how eagerly she bounced back up to be punched again. At first Supergirl tried to defend herself, tried to fight Judy, but she soon found that her flailing at her captress was useless. Seeing no alternative, she put her hands against the sides of her thighs in a gesture of submission.
"Oh, you poor, stupid Kryptonian bimbo!" Judy gloated as she broke into delighted laughter. She punched her toy again and again. "At last you're all mine! Did you really think that I would allow you to get away from me? I kept thinking up ways to make you weak and helpless so that I could push you into my bed and play with you. And now that I've got you, tonight is going to be the hottest night of my life. Tonight you're going to be my hot plastic bride, because I am totally in love with you." >>
Supergirl imagined Judy punching her in the belly and bowed, feeling the plastic of the raincape rub her buttocks and the backs of her legs. Then she bounced back up straight and arched her back, thrusting her hips forward and she felt the plastic rub her breasts and her belly.
Judy half knelt then, embraced the rocking skirt, and picked Supergirl up. Supergirl felt Judy's left cheek press against her belly as Judy carried her out of the laboratory. Down a long hall Judy went and then brought Supergirl into what was clearly Judy's bedroom. Judy set her prisoner down facing her bed. Seeing Judy's large four-poster bed with two pillows in place made Supergirl felt warm and quivery inside. She felt a tightness within her as if she were about to cry and she felt the heat of humiliation glow within her. The sound of the door closing behind her only made her feel more helpless.
And then, once again, Judy set to bopping her special toy. Years of pent-up desire drove Judy and kept her energized. For the rest of the day and into the night, in fifteen-to-twenty-minute bouts separated by periods of rest, Judy played with Supergirl, making the hapless superheroine bounce and wobble for her. Soft rubbery thumps were punctuated by Judy's grunts, her gloating over her helpless prisoner, or her narration of some fantasy that she envisioned as she punched her fists into Supergirl's soft plastic. In one fantasy she had lured Supergirl, stripped of her special powers, into a boxing arena and had beaten her and then humiliated her, forcing her to cry and beg for mercy in front of millions of viewers. Judy seemed to feel the heat coming off Supergirl's plastic and felt it as sexual heat. More than half a dozen times she had to retire to her bathroom to take off her wet panties and put on fresh dry ones.
Then, after nightfall, she stopped and went through the door in the rear of the bedroom. Somewhat less than an hour later she returned wearing only her bathrobe and her transparent-green plastic shower cap. She took a flanged tube from its case and pushed it partway into the valve stem at the bottom of Supergirl's rocking skirt. Warm air whooshed softly from the skirt and the skirt draped limply around Supergirl's legs. A helpless inflated plastic doll, Supergirl bowed her head and clasped her hands behind her back. Judy pulled the deflated skirt down and freed her prisoner from its confines. She then gave Supergirl her plastic raincape to put on.
Supergirl was trembling when Judy confronted her. Judy slipped off her bathrobe and stood naked in front of her, held both hands out, and beckoned her closer. Supergirl bowed her head in defeat and stepped into Judy's embrace. She felt Judy trembling too and felt her breath in her left ear. She felt her left cheek pressed against Judy's left breast and felt the nipple swell and stiffen in response.
"Oh, you're so sexy in plastic," Judy sighed. She ran her hands over Supergirl's back, stroking the raincape. Then she released her prisoner and said, "It's time." Supergirl took a step back, then put her hands through the raincape's armslits and gripped Judy's biceps.>>
"Oh, you're so big and strong," Supergirl whispered to the image on the poster. She had her hands in her crotch now and her clitoris, long and stiff, had emerged from its sheath to be stroked.
"And you are so very pretty," Supergirl imagined Judy replying.
Supergirl took off Judy's raincape and draped it over the chair on her side of the bed. Then she slid herself under the covers and rolled over onto her back. She saw Judy go to turn out the light and then felt Judy get into bed with her She waited, trembling and feeling warmth expand within her. She became aware of the pressure in her crotch and silently begged Judy to take her.
Judy rolled over to face Supergirl, slid her right hand over to touch her, then pulled her close. "Now, at last," she gloated, "I have you right where I want you, my helpless plastic prisoner!" She breathed warm air into Supergirl's face. "My hot inflated bride!" she sighed. She put her nose to Supergirl's "I never thought that I would ever hear myself say these words," she said in a panting voice. She gazed deep into big blue eyes and said, "I love you, Supergirl."
She put her lips on Supergirl's then and intuitively Supergirl turned her head to avoid the kiss. Judy merely followed her motion, pressing her lips against Supergirl's all the harder and making little pouting motions to enhance the sensation. The air-filled Girl of Plastic was no match for her and soon yielded, submitting herself to being kissed passionately by a woman who had once beaten her up.
Sexual heat intensified within her as Judy mounted her, sliding up onto her and pushing her right thigh between her legs. Coming down a little too hard, Judy bounced lightly on her inflated lover. She felt Judy's huge breasts slid soft and hot over hers and then press down on them, felt the body-warm plastic of Judy's shower cap kiss the left side of her face. She savored the sensation of Judy's belly pressing heat into hers with every quivering breath Judy took. She felt the pressure in her clitoris rise out of control when Judy pressed her thigh, hot and rubbery, against it. And the sensation of Judy's clitoris pressing hard into the plastic of her right thigh made her want to move, to rock and to roll under Judy to intensify the sensation. She desperately wanted Judy to overwhelm her, to envelope her, and when Judy put her arms around her and hugged her, she wanted even more. She craved nothing less than every calorie of Judy's heat on her body.
Then Judy began to move, thrusting her hips to and fro, sliding her clitoris up and down Supergirl's thigh and rubbing Supergirl's clitoris as well. Supergirl felt Judy's thigh rub hot and firm against her clitoris as Judy's clitoris rubbed her thigh. Supergirl felt that Judy's thigh moving rhythmically on her was a kind of pump blowing her up through her clitoris, inflating her with hot passion. She felt the pressure of Judy's breasts on hers shifting up and down as Judy moved and that sensation only added to her sexual heat. Supergirl was trembling all over and moaning Judy's name over and over again, though Judy couldn't hear her. She felt all hot inside and felt the pressure in her clitoris rising with Judy's every stroke. Then it exploded and sent waves of heat slamming into every part of her body, making her whole body shudder and quake. She felt Judy shudder with deep spasms and she climaxed all the harder, writhing as if to press her body even more firmly to Judy's. She bucked and writhed in Judy's grasp and grew all the hotter as she felt Judy convulsing on top of her.>>
In her secret playroom Supergirl bent over as she climaxed and squirted cunny spoo onto the rubber mat under her feet. She used her levitation to kept herself upright, but she wobbled as if bowing before her mistress and that made her climax even harder as she imagined Judy gloating over how eagerly she came aroused for the bigger woman and how quickly she popped for her.
Then it was over, ended too soon, and Judy lay panting on top of her. She felt the heat from Judy's post-coital blush and nearly climaxed again, then her sexual heat faded into a soft afterglow, a long-lasting warmth from the embers of consummated love. Judy squeezed her and began to cry. She put her still trembling hands up onto Judy's back and tenderly caressed her. She kissed Judy's cheek and then nuzzled her until she cried herself to sleep.>>
Supergirl stood trembling for a moment, then she took off Judy's raincape and draped it over the masturbating cylinder. She used a towel to wipe up her mess and then took off Judy's shower cap and put it on top of the raincape.
As she cleaned up, she wondered why she enjoyed sexual fantasies of being an inflated plastic love slave. She certainly understood how some people, such as John Ehrhardt, used dominance fantasies to compensate feelings of inferiority, but did the human (and Kryptonese) psyche also have an inherent need to compensate feelings of superiority with submission fantasies? Or did the need come from having been raised in an egalitarian society? Was it nature or nurture? She had often explored the subject through imaginary conversations with Karen Blair, one of Linda's classmates at Midvale High School.
"So," Karen said, "you wear my raincoat or my apron on your naked body and that gets you hot?"
"Yes," Supergirl said. "I think it's partly because the plastic is so sensuous, so sexy by itself."
"Is that because is has the same texture as human skin?" Karen said. "It certainly has something of the same feel and look"
"That's a good point," Supergirl said. "But it gets me even hotter because it's _your_plastic. Somehow it has your presence in it, so it helps me to feel as if you are actually with me when I fantasize."
"Is it possible," Karen ventured to guess, "that your attraction to my plastic in particular comes from a secret attraction to me?"
"That seems like a reasonable hypothesis," Supergirl said. "In this society there is not only the strong possibility that my attraction would not be reciprocated, but that it would be severely condemned."
"So how does falling in love with my raincoat solve that problem?" Karen asked. "Wouldn't that be condemned just as severely?"
"Yes, it would," Supergirl said. "But perhaps it's less likely to be discovered and, therefore, is safer?"
"OK," Karen said. "So you're displacing your feelings for me onto my raincoat in order to resolve the tension between your desire and the danger that it puts you into But then in your fantasies you have me forcing you into intimate contact with my raincoat or some other plastic item. Why not just have me taking you directly?"
"Well, for starters," Supergirl mused, "it has you loving plastic, too. So that kind of justifies my own love for it. Another factor is that by having you forcing me into the relationship I can feel loved without taking any responsibility for instigating that love."
"True enough," Karen said. "That certainly seems to explain the Bondage and Discipline part of your love-style. But I think you have circumvented my question. Why do you need to have plastic in our relationship? Whence did this come?"
"It goes back as far as I can remember," Supergirl said. "I do remember masturbating on my mother's poshaba-dalu, her plastic punching bag that she used in the gym. I then imagined that I had to be punished by the woman depicted on the bag coming to life and turning me into a punching bag so that she could masturbate on me and that got me hot all over again. But that still doesn't answer the question, does it?"
"No, but we will have to come back to this topic later," Karen said and then she faded away.
Turning her consciousness back outward, Supergirl saw that she had finished cleaning up and putting her toys away, so she gave one last glance at Judy, then she put her wig and pajamas back on, slipped her feet into her flip-flops, and went back to the Alpha Lambda house.
Appendix A: The Medical Aspects of Kryptonitic Radiation
We now know that the invisible radiation that emanates from green kryptonite (the infamous green luminescence is merely a side effect) affects Kryptonese life forms by altering their body chemistry. In Krypto-animals, including Krypto-humans, it causes the iron content of the blood to take up nickel from the surrounding tissues and turn into kryptonite. In that state it can no longer carry oxygen to the cells.
We list the symptoms as follows:
1. Loss of Superpowers.
One of the first symptoms comes from the retreat of the aetherial nimbus that confers superpowers upon the victim into the realm whence it comes, thereby depriving the victim of the means to save themselves. In relatively mild exposures the superpowers may linger long enough for the victim to use their heat vision to neutralize the kryptonite by melting it or to use their flying power to throw themselves away from it.
2. Stinging in the skin and muscles.
In the nerves the radiation stimulates rapid firing, causing pain throughout the body and also triggering hallucinations in the later stages of exposure.
3. Dizzyness, disorientation, difficulty concentrating.
Both the lack of oxygen in the brain (in the absence of the superpowers) and the direct effect on the nerves that comprise the brain contribute to the loss of mental function.
4. Weakness and cramps leading to paralysis.
Needing oxygen in the absence of the superpower nimbus, the muscles cramp and lose strength.
5. Fever.
The effort of the victim's immune system to fight off what it interprets as an infection leads to a rise in the victim's body temperature.
6. Death.
Complete cessation of all body functions. The complete conversion of all of the body's iron content into kryptonite leaves a green-glowing corpse and prevents revival of the victim.
Appendix B: Cultural References
In MAD Magazine #95 (June 1965) George Woodbridge (b. 1930 - 2004 Jan 20) and Tom Koch presented an article describing 43-Man Squamish, a weird game played on a pentagonal flutney by players equipped with swim fins, polo helmets, and shepherds' crooks. Koch wrote the piece and Woodbridge did the drawings. As an artist, Woodbridge was noted for the authenticity he brought to his work when it involved military history (weapons, uniforms, transport, etc.). The work he did for MAD Magazine had that same feel of authenticity. I put him and his collaborator into this story to acknowledge his passing as I was beginning to put this little adventure together.
Les Townes and Harry Lillis refer to Leslie Townes Hope (Bob Hope; 1903 May 29 - 2003 Jul 27) and Harry Lillis Crosby (Bing Crosby; 1903 May 03 - 1977 Oct 14), who made a series of comedies through the 1940's, 1950's, and into the 1960's called "Road to...." The Crosby-Hope Road pictures were actually parodies of long-forgotten (and deservedly so) cheesy melodramas, but they still stand up well on their own charm. As such, they were created on a fill-in-the-blanks formula that left plenty of room for the former Vaudevillians to improvise wisecracks and snappy one-liners as they careen through the implausible yet highly entertaining plots (the Indiana Jones movies owe as great a debt to the Road pictures as they do to Carl Barks' Donald Duck stories from the 1950's). To create a Road picture, the writers would set out their template, throw in elements from some suitably bad movie, then introduce Bob and Bing as two characters out of work and on the dodge, involve them in some ludicrous intrigue in an exotic locale (recreated on Paramount Pictures' back lot with lots of banana plants and ferns), and then toss in Dorothy Lamour for the boys to fight over while fighting off the villains.
A Road picture involving Supergirl? Sure, they could have done it. Their last Road picture, The Road to Hong Kong, was released 1962 Jun 23. They certainly could have made one more in 1965 And what would it have looked like? Ah, that's another story.
From 1959 to 1962 the Hanna-Barbera studio produced a cartoon series called The Quick Draw McGraw Show and it featured an anthropomorphized horse as the sheriff of a small town in America's Old West. In a number of episodes Quick Draw also became the Zorro-like character of El Kabong, who would swoop down on a rope and clobber his opponents with an acoustic guitar while shouting "Kabong!" These were exclusively television cartoons, but in the weird world of these Supergirl fantasies there's really no reason that they could not also have been theatrical cartoons, the appetizers for the movies.