Supergirl goes bad

1."Please Don't Tell."

Linda Lee frowned. Alisha Keener, the new girl at the orphanage, was proving to be nothing but trouble. Ever since she came to Midvale Orphanage Alisha had been a bad influence on the other teenage girls at the home, especially older ones, and frankly a troublemaker. Linda didn't approve of Alisha and her attitude. As one of the older girls at the orphanage Linda felt a responsibility to try and straighten out the pretty but rebellious new blond girl in their midst.

Alisha was 17, same age as Linda. Alisha's parents died in a recent car accident, leaving her with no family. Alisha was extremely attractive and unfortunately made no attempt to hide it. She flaunted her teenage body. Alisha wore her skirts and blouses far too tight. Her short dresses barely covered her derričre. But worst of all, she had a real attitude. Alisha talked back to Miss Andrews and the other kind women who took care of all the girls at the orphanage. Alisha was ungrateful, disrespectful and not a good role model for the younger girls.

But the thing that pushed Linda over the edge was seeing Alisha sneak out to smoke in the evenings at the orphanage. Using her X-ray vision, Linda snooped in the new girl's purse and saw that Alisha carried cigarettes with her everywhere. Linda didn't know how the 17 year old got them. No one should sell cigarettes to a 17 year old girl!

Linda would've intervened with Alisha sooner, but once she began to help people openly as Supergirl she'd been busy! She loved helping those in need like her cousin Kal-El. She idolized his Superman identity and was proud to have the same red "S" on her costume. Her blue, red and yellow uniform had the same colors. Kal-El helped her make her invulnerable costume out of the contents of her crashed rocket. For two years he apprenticed her in secret to selflessly protect those in distress as Supergirl. She was delighted at last to be allowed to help people out in the open, since her cousin Superman had agreed Supergirl could finally become known to the world. She looked forward to a long career of being just like her famous cousin.

One evening Supergirl returned to Midvale after putting out a fire in a burning building in Metropolis and rescuing those trapped inside. Usually her cousin Superman would've done it, but he was busy tracking his nemesis Lex Luthor who just escaped from prison, undoubtedly to plan another assault on Metropolis. Supergirl was delighted to step in and perform the rescue in her cousin's absence. She loved helping others and felt good as she covered her blond tresses under the brown wig with long braided pigtails that made her Linda Lee, put her Supergirl uniform into the fake tree in the woods behind the orphanage where she secreted it, and returned to her secret identity. She began to walk back to the orphanage. Then she saw them. Alisha Keener was standing at the back of the property. Shielded from sight by a large grove of trees, Alisha was smoking with Stephanie, an impressionable girl at the orphanage who was only 16. Linda was furious. Instead of going inside she veered off and headed for the thicket of trees.

"Alisha! Stephanie! What do you think you're doing out here?"

Stephanie looked stricken. Alisha, however, merely brushed her long blond hair away from her face and smiled genially at her irate accuser. "God, Linda, don't be such an asshole! We're just smoking. What's it to you?"

"You can't smoke," Linda spurted back. "The orphanage doesn't allow it. Neither of you are 18. Stephanie, you just turned 16, for goodness' sake. It's against the law for you to smoke. Stephanie, you especially should know better. Miss Andrews has been so kind to you ever since you've been at the orphanage. She'd be so disappointed if she knew you're out here smoking with Alisha in the dark. Why on earth are you letting Alisha lead you astray like this?"

The pretty redhead looked down. "Please don't tell on me, Linda," she pleaded earnestly. "You see, I -. Well, I used to smoke some before I came to the orphanage, back when my parents were alive." A tear ran down her quivering cheek. "Alisha offered to let me join her for a cigarette and I just couldn't turn her down. It reminds me of happier times. That's all."

Alisha didn't share her friend's remorse. "Look, Stephanie likes to smoke," she literally spat back. "Smoking makes her feel good, and happy. So don't give her shit about it. Okay?"

"No, it's not okay," Linda countered while pulling on her braids. "I don't want to tell Miss Andrews that I saw you out here. But if you keep it up I'll really have no choice."

Linda turned to walk away. Alisha kept talking. "You're just chicken, Linda. Yeah, that's right. You're afraid to try smoking. You're afraid you might like it if you did."

"What did you say?"

"I said, you're afraid you might like it. You're afraid to smoke with us because you're terrified you might turn out to be a smoker underneath that goody-goody exterior of yours."

"That's silly," Linda replied with a shake of her head. Alisha's aggressive challenge shocked her. She smiled sardonically. "I'm not afraid. No, I'm smart, unlike you. Smoking's a terrible, dangerous habit. Nothing good comes of it. Don't you girls realize what you're doing to your health by smoking?"

"Yeah, it makes us feel good. We like to feel good, Linda," Alisha grinned impudently. Raising her cigarette to her lips she took a long drag. "Smoking always makes us feel good, and there's damn little of that here at this fuckin' orphanage!" She tipped her head to release an exhale into the air.

"Alisha, you're a poor misguided girl," Linda said with a clear show of parental attitude. Before she could continue her diatribe against smoking, her super-hearing suddenly picked up a distant distress call. Oh no! A serious car accident had happened on the interstate ten miles away. People were trapped inside the twisted metal. Without a word she turned back to the woods where she could retrieve her costume and once again change into Supergirl.

As she abruptly left she heard Alisha's mocking voice. "See, Stephanie? Linda's running away. She can't face us. And where do you think she's going? Linda sneaks off like that all the time. What dirty little secret do you suppose she's hiding?" Alisha let out a derisive laugh. "You can bet your pretty little ass it's something a hell of a lot worse than just smoking. That's for goddamn sure!"

Linda ignored them. Hidden by the trees she changed back into Supergirl and flew to the accident scene, arriving just before the emergency vehicles and freeing the victims from the twisted burning wreckage. She flew them to a nearby hospital where the doctor said her prompt response saved their lives. She felt gratified; that was why she loved being Supergirl! Without waiting to receive more accolades, however, she quickly returned to the woods behind the orphanage to resume her secret identity as Linda Lee. She didn't want to raise suspicions by her frequent unexplained absences. Alisha was right. The other girls were starting to talk. Soon Miss Andrews herself might ask some difficult questions.

It was nine thirty when she ambled through the woods back to the orphanage. Her super hearing picked up the sound of someone hidden in the trees. She used her X-ray vision. It was Alisha. Linda sniffed. And Alisha was smoking again. She decided to ignore her, preferring to simply return to the orphanage.

But her plan was thwarted. She heard a sarcastic voice. "Hi, Linda. Come on. Tell me, honey. What the hell do you do, disappearing into the woods all the fuckin' time? I've been at the orphanage less than a month but I see you coming back all the time from the woods." She let out a nasty giggle. "I know you're up to something. I see you because I'm out here for my own reasons. I sneak out to smoke. What's your fuckin' excuse?"

Linda approached the derisive teenage girl. The orange end of Alisha's cigarette shone in the dark. "Alisha, I don't have to defend myself to you or anyone else," she testily replied. "Unlike you, I have nothing to hide."

"Oh, I see," Alisha mockingly answered, dragging on her cigarette. "Yeah, sure. Right. You sneak into the woods all the time to engage in an activity you clearly don't want anyone else to know about. And God only knows what it is! Then you act high and mighty with Stephanie and me about occasionally smoking. God, Linda, it really pisses me off. You're such a fuckin' hypocrite. I should turn you in to Miss Andrews. How would you feel if she grounded you and kept you from sneaking out to do whatever the hell it is you do in the woods all the time?"

For the first time Linda felt truly worried. She never thought about the fact that a secret smoker like Alisha, who was frequently outside, would have ample opportunities to see her comings and goings and become suspicious as a result. Thank goodness Alisha hadn't followed her into the woods to see her change into Supergirl!

"Alisha, I assure you it's nothing like what you're thinking. Unlike you, I'm not breaking any rules."

"But how do I know? How do I know you're not secretly doing drugs? Or maybe fucking some boy back there in the woods?" Alisha hit on her cigarette and dropped it to the ground. "I really think I should talk to Miss Andrews, Linda. Of course, I'll have to tell her why I noticed you sneaking out so often. Miss Andrews won't like finding out that I smoke. But who the hell cares? Miss Andrews doesn't like me anyway. But you, Linda," she sneered maliciously. "Miss Andrews clearly adores you. She'll be disappointed to learn you sneak around behind her back!"

Linda was becoming seriously concerned. How could she diffuse this? She wracked her brain but couldn't think of a way. Alisha had her dead to rights. She did sneak out of the orphanage a lot now that Supergirl was openly helping people. But she couldn't stop doing it. And she couldn't allow Alisha's suspicions to get in her way of her career as Supergirl.

"Alisha," Linda began in a measured tone. "It's not what you think. That's all I can say. Please don't tell Miss Andrews." She paused and took a deep breath. "If you keep quiet, then I won't tell Miss Andrews that you and Stephanie smoke out here. I promise."

"You bet your ass you won't," Alisha sneered, drawing closer. "Linda, I think we're real close to a mutual understanding. You don't want me to blow the whistle on you and I don't want you to tell Miss Andrews about Stephanie and me smoking. But there's one more thing I want from you before we finally agree not to squeal on each other."

"What's that?"

"Remember what I said earlier? I said you're afraid to smoke because you're terrified you might like it." Linda nodded and Alisha grinned. "Well, I want you to smoke a cigarette with me, Linda."

"What? Why?"

"Because if you doublecross me and run to tell Miss Andrews about me smoking, I need to be able to say that you've been smoking out here, too. I know how you are, Linda. You can't lie. You're too goody-goody. So if you smoke a cigarette with me you'll never be able to lie to Miss Andrews and tell her you weren't smoking. What do you say? Is it a deal?"

Linda scratched her chin. "Smoking's a disgusting habit," she muttered in disapproval. "I don't want to give you that ammunition against me. It's not right. I'm not a smoker. I don't smoke."

Alisha shrugged. "Okay, fine. First thing tomorrow I'll tell Miss Andrews all about your midnight visits into the woods to do whatever the hell it is you do out there. You think no one knows about it, Linda, but I do. So we'll see what Miss Andrews thinks about your secret trips off campus all hours of the day and night."

"No," Linda gulped. "No, Alisha, please don't."

"Then play along with me," Alisha grinned. "Just smoke one little cigarette. Come on, it won't be so hard and it'll give me the comfort I need that you won't rat on me later."

Linda thought. She was stuck. "Can't we talk about this later?"

Alisha shook her head. "No. It's now or never, Linda. Either smoke a cigarette for me or I'm telling Miss Andrews all about you. It's your choice."

Linda sighed. She hated to do it, but truthfully she didn't know what else to do. With her superpowers smoking a cigarette wouldn't hurt her. It wouldn't affect her at all.

"Okay. It's a deal, Alisha. But if I smoke a cigarette with you then you won't go to Miss Andrews about my trips into the woods?"

"Right. And you won't rat on Stephanie and me, either," Alisha added.

"Okay," Linda agreed. She made a face. Her eyes had grown accustomed to the dim light. Alisha was grinning from ear to ear. "Is this really important to you?"

"Linda, you can't imagine how important," the busty blond sneered. Reaching in her purse she retrieved a pack of cigarettes. "I don't want you to vomit, since as a non-smoker you're not used to smoking like I am. So I'm gonna be nice. I'll let you smoke this brand; it's a little lighter than my full flavor Newport 100's."

Linda shrugged. "Whatever. Let's just get this over with. I want to get back inside."

Alisha handed a 100 millimeter cigarette to the disguised superhero. "Five to six minutes," she snickered happily. "That's all it takes to smoke a single cigarette." She readied her lighter. "So you've never smoked before?"

Holding the cigarette, Linda shook her head. "Never. And I never will again, either."

"Yeah, well, we'll see about that," Alisha smiled. "Thanks for doing this, Linda. It'll make me really, really happy. Now I never have to worry about Miss Andrews again."

"I already promised I wouldn't tell," Linda interrupted. "This really isn't necessary."

"Oh yes, it is," Alisha smiled mysteriously. Clicking her lighter she held it out for Linda.

The brunette with long braided pigtails put the cigarette to her lips. She guided it toward the dancing flame. She sucked on it. Smoke filled her mouth. Linda made a face. The taste was every bit as awful as she imagined.

Meanwhile Alisha got herself a Newport 100. She fired up hers. "Ah, that's nice," she groaned happily. "Now come on, Linda. You've gotta really smoke. Hit on the cigarette for me and suck the smoke into your lungs, just like this."

Linda watched Alisha take a four second drag on her Newport 100. Her cheeks hollowed as she pulled on it hard. Then Alisha opened her mouth for a split second, just long enough to display the big creamy ball of smoke disappearing into her waiting chest.

"Like that, Linda. I want you to do it just like that."

Unhappy though she was, Linda mimicked Alisha's movements. Like the blond girl by her side she put the cigarette in her mouth and dragged on it several seconds. Then she opened her mouth and summoned a large deposit of smoke into her lungs.

"There. That wasn't so hard, was it?" Alisha cackled. "How do you feel, Linda? It's good, isn't it?"

Right away the lovely girl from Krypton knew something was wrong. Yes, something was terribly wrong! "I - I feel so strange," she muttered. Smoke began to escape with her halting words. "The smoke shouldn't be affecting me like this," she went on fretfully. She felt dizzy. "It shouldn't be affecting me at all."

"But you like it, don't you, Linda? It makes you feel great, doesn't it? Why don't you take another puff and try it again?"

"No, I shouldn't." She felt the world around her begin to spin. "I really shouldn't."

"Aw, come on," Alisha chided. "I tell you what. Just take one more big drag. Suck another big load of that delicious smoke in your lungs. Then if you want, you can quit. Okay?"

Linda nodded. Why did the nicotine affect her like this? Why was it affecting her at all? Her superpowers made her immune to virtually everything. "I don't understand," she added helplessly. "I feel so strange."

"Nicotine overload, honey," Alisha sneered. It wasn't true, but Linda wasn't ready for the truth. Soon, though, she sure as hell would be. "It'll go away," she promised. "Just hit on your cigarette again, darling. Do it for me, Linda."

Almost without meaning to Linda lifted the cigarette to her lips. It was as if she couldn't help it. Somehow she had to. She wrapped her lips around the filter and sucked, harder this time, for several seconds. The strange sensations inside her head intensified. She felt so funny. At last she opened her mouth and, as Alisha instructed, pulled the smoke down into her lungs. It was so weird. No, that wasn't quite right, she realized, holding the smoke inside. No, she didn't feel weird. Not at all. No, she felt - great!

Alisha kept smiling. "Pretty good, huh? Smoking's the best, Linda. Don't you agree?"

A curious smile crept over her lips. "Yeah," Linda quietly concurred. "Yeah, Alisha, I'm surprised but I really do agree. For some funny reason smoking this cigarette tastes and feels so incredibly good. Wow! I've never felt anything quite like it."

"Perfect. Then do it again, Linda. You should. Go ahead, enjoy yourself."

With no delay Linda returned the cigarette to her lips. Amazingly, now she wanted to keep smoking it. She couldn't wait. Clearly something more than tobacco was in the yummy smoke, something nefarious. But that realization didn't deter her. She wanted it anyway. She had to have it. She hit eagerly on her cigarette. This time her drag lasted five seconds. At long last she opened her mouth and excitedly drew the smoke deep inside her impatient chest. "Oh my," she groaned, loving the blissful sensation. "What's happening? I feel so out of control. But I also feel good. Everything feels different all of a sudden. Oh yeah, this is so nice!"

"Of course you feel good, Linda. At last you're getting in touch with your true feelings. You love smoking and you love feeling good, don't you? Yeah, I told you there's a real smoker hidden underneath the boring exterior of dumb-ass Linda Lee. Remember? Now you don't want to stop, do you? In fact you can't stop, can you?"

"No, I don't want to stop," Linda unexpectedly agreed. Alisha was right. She couldn't. She fervently hit on the shrinking cigarette she held in her fingers. "Yeah, I like it, Alisha. I really, really do! But something is happening. I feel so strange, so different all of a sudden."

"What is it, Linda? Do you feel a sudden unstoppable desire to do something bad, something wicked, something that till this moment would've been totally out of character?"

"I don't know. I'm not sure."

"Let's try an experiment, Linda. Take another scrumptious drag from your delicious cigarette. Suck more of the tasty smoke deep down inside your lungs. You want to anyway." She watched Linda comply. "Yeah, that's right, honey. That's so good. Now let me hear you say `fuck.'"

Linda was in mid-drag and nearly choked hearing Alisha's proposal. But she didn't choke. No, instead she finished her long drag and pulled more delicious, thick, rich creamy cigarette smoke deep into her hungry lungs. Yeah, it felt so incredibly good as she let it soak in. An odd desire began overtaking her. All of a sudden she wanted to do what Alisha suggested. With no qualms she opened her mouth and, as smoke gushed out, mouthed a single word. "Fuck!"

"Perfect, Linda," Alisha grinned with delight. "That's a nice change for you, isn't it? You've wanted to do that for a long, long time. Yeah, you're feeling so wicked now, aren't you? And you love it, too, don't you?" The busty blond offered the perplexed neophyte smoker an amused smile. "You not only don't want to stop smoking. Right? You also feel like a tiger's been let out of a cage deep inside you. And that tiger's a real bad girl, isn't she? She's a total bitch. Admit it, Linda. You can't help yourself anymore. Suddenly you want to be a bad girl and you want to show it off, too. You feel like swearing all of a sudden, don't you? You can hardly stop yourself. Isn't that right?"

Linda slowly nodded. It was true. Alisha was right. Somehow she felt changed. All of a sudden the idealism of being Supergirl and selflessly helping others felt insipid, like it was the dumbest shit in the world. She was surprised by the way she was thinking in her head. But she liked it. "I don't know," she whispered. "I don't know why, but I think you're right, Alisha."

"I know I'm right, honey. It's just what's supposed to happen to you tonight. I'll explain later. For now, just say it, honey. Tell me you feel like a selfish bitch. Confirm that from now on you don't want to be goody-goody anymore. Instead you want to act and sound like a bad girl, a super bad girl. Isn't that how it is?" She saw Linda nod. "Then let's hear you say it, baby. Say some of those nasty words that are filling up your pretty little head right now."

Instinctively Linda hit on her cigarette. God, it felt good to do that, doing something she felt like for a change. Yeah, she liked being selfish, or bad if that's what it was, and she did want to express it like Alisha said. A wicked contorted grin asserted itself on her face. "Shit," she whispered breathlessly. She laughed out loud at the shockingly delightful sound of her voice mouthing swear words. It was her talking, all right, and it felt great. Alisha was right. She was sick of being good. But suddenly she knew that was about to change. "Yeah, you're so right, Alisha. From now on I do want to be a bitch," she laughed coldheartedly. "I want to be bad. I feel alive now. I think I was dead before, but now I'm finally going to live for a change!"

"Good for you, Linda," Alisha smirked. Hitting on her cigarette she directed a plume of smoke into the breeze. "The first thing you've got to do is stop talking like a fuckin' prude all the time. The new wicked girl inside is tired of talking like a sissy. You can fix that, can't you? Didn't it feel awful damn good to say `fuck' just now? Wouldn't you like to talk like that all the time from now on?"

Linda laughed, but it wasn't her usual delicate and graceful laugh. Instead it was a cruel, mocking snort, a spiteful snicker. She nodded confidently. "Yeah, I've always talked like a fuckin' little prude, haven't I?" she crossly grunted "Well, hell, that's sure gotta change." She took a breath. She felt a peculiar new confidence swelling inside her. "Shit! What the hell," she smugly smirked with a callous grin. Yeah, it felt good! She felt intoxicatingly proud to hear herself say those nasty words. "I don't know how this happened, Alisha, but it must have to do with this cigarette. I'm definitely a different woman. I feel like telling everyone else to fuck themselves. I'm sick and tired of goody-goody shit. From now on I'm out for me and me alone. All I want is to feel good for a fuckin' change." She drew hard on her cigarette and inhaled. "Smoking will be a big part of that for the new me," she added shamelessly, reluctantly exhaling vaporous tendrils through smiling lips.

"Congratulations, Linda," Alisha smirked. "I'm proud of you. We hoped it'd happen this way, and it sure as hell did. God, you feel better, don't you? Yeah, you're delighted to let the deliciously new evil Linda out to play, aren't you?"

Evil. Linda thought about the term. Deliciously evil. Hell, she did feel deliciously evil all of a sudden. She felt an overwhelming yearning to do something wicked. She put her almost spent cigarette between her lips and hit on it. But what the hell should it be?

Alisha was about to help her in a way that'd shock the formerly demure teen. "Linda, I tell you what. This may shock you, but I know who you really are. So let's cut the fuckin' secret identity bullshit. Take off that stupid-ass wig and let's retrieve your blue and red Supergirl costume. Let's show the world the new Supergirl. What do you say?"

Linda's mouth hung open. "What -? What do you mean?"

Alisha let out a cruel laugh. "Look, I know who you are. You're secretly Supergirl. Hell, I don't give a shit about dopey Linda Lee, the poor teenage orphan. No, I only care about Supergirl, the Maid of Steel. That's the reason we did this. It's why we wanted to change you."

Linda was still dumbstruck. "But how did you know I was -?"

Alisha reached out and pulled hard on Linda's brown braided pigtails. The astonished teenager's wig fell to the ground, revealing her natural blond tresses. "Kara," she smirked, using her Krypton name. "We want you to join us. Or I should say, we want the new you to join us. You said you're sick of being goody-goody. Well, do we have an offer for you! It's one I'm sure you won't want to refuse now!"

Her cigarette was spent. With a last drag Linda dropped it to the ground. "But I thought no one knew my secret identity," she groaned. "How did you find out?"

"I'll tell you," Alisha smiled. "But first let me ask a few questions. You feel great right now, don't you?" Her companion nodded eagerly. "Yeah, that's just fabulous. But now tell me this. How do you feel about your cousin Superman at this moment?"

Linda thought a second. She frowned. "God, I hate Superman. I hate everything he stands for," she replied angrily. "Kal-El wanted me to be like him, helping the poor and destitute all the fuckin' time. He made me live in this shitty orphanage. He never wants me to enjoy myself or have fun. I used to idolize him, but now that I think about it I fuckin' hate his guts!"

Alisha got out another Newport 100. She offered blond Linda her other pack. The eager neophyte withdrew an additional cigarette. Alisha readied her lighter. Linda impatiently lit up.

Alisha smirked. "Good, Linda. Very good. Keep smoking just like that. It'll reinforce all the deliciously evil things you're beginning to feel so strongly inside." She watched the Kryptonian girl enthusiastically release a thick exhale through parted lips. "Okay, if you do hate Superman, and you sure as hell should, then whom do you admire? Who inspires you? Who would you want to be like now that you've seen the light and become a bad girl like me?"

It took a scant moment. "Lex Luthor," Linda confidently smirked. "My cousin's arch-enemy. Luthor's the greatest criminal genius in the world today and he's wicked as sin." She hit on her cigarette. "He's definitely someone I want to emulate now. No doubt in my mind."

"Very good. Couldn't be better. In fact, it's exactly what I hoped you'd say," Alisha grinned. "Well, honey, Lex Luthor's responsible for the transformation you just experienced. He designed these cigarettes that magically turned you into such a delightfully bad girl."

"Really?" She felt strangely excited by that revelation.

"Uh-huh," Alisha nodded. "And if you want I can take you to meet him. You see, Lex wants to mentor the new you, baby, to continue your wicked makeover and finish it properly. If being bad appeals to you, and I know it does, then Lex and I are ready to take you all the way, honey. And I do mean all the way!"

Linda giggled with excitement. "From the time I came to Earth I've heard my cousin talk constantly about Luthor. God, Alisha, I'd love to meet him. Can I really?"

The busty blond smiled. "Yeah. Just change into your fuckin' Supergirl costume and fly me there. His hideout's outside of Metropolis. I'll give you directions. Lex is dying to meet you, believe me. He'll be thrilled to see your incredible transformation, Supergirl. He'll be as delighted as you are by what's happened." Alisha giggled. "It's pretty much complete now, isn't it? Your transformation, I mean. You know what a bad girl I've been while I've been at the orphanage. Now you want to be just like me, don't you, Linda? You can't wait to be just as slutty, just as evil, and just as obnoxious as me?"

Linda let out a laugh as they walked into the woods where she'd change into her hidden superhero costume. It was a new laugh, one that was much more guttural; harsher, deep and incredibly throaty. Alisha sighed. She liked the new Linda Lee, and she was sure Luthor would absolutely love the new Supergirl!

"Alisha, I've got a lot to learn from you and Luthor," Linda went on. She hit on her cigarette and sucked more delicious flavorful smoke into her chest. "But I hope you'll explain exactly how tricking me into smoking these cigarettes changed me into a different person. I'm glad as hell you did it, but I'm dying to know how you and Luthor made it happen."

"All in due time, Linda," Alisha promised with a flirtatious flutter of her blue eyes. "All in due time."

They came to the tree where Linda hid her uniform. Linda opened it up and with no hesitation pulled out the blue and red outfit and bright red cape. Alisha grinned.

"Linda, you're so gorgeous. Too bad you always wear frumpy clothes. Hell, none of them do your magnificent body justice. But we can change that. Wouldn't you like a new look, one more befitting your new evil image?"

Linda nodded earnestly, letting her cigarette dangle from smiling lips. With no feelings of modesty left the teenager shamelessly unbuttoned her blouse. "I sure as hell would, Alisha," she grinned, taking it off. "There's a whole lot of shit I want to change now."

Alisha leered at her lovely new colleague as the girl from Krypton brashly took off her clothes and donned her Supergirl outfit. God, Alisha sighed, Supergirl was good looking! She was looking forward to the continuing education she and Lex had planned for the transformed Maid of Steel. It was all Alisha could do not to touch Supergirl's budding succulent breasts and squeeze the hell out of them.

Now dressed as Supergirl, Linda paused. "What about the orphanage? Miss Andrews will notice we're not there. Maybe we should do something about that?"

"Not to worry," Alisha laughed. "My little friend Stephanie closed our doors and turned off our lights for us."

"Stephanie's in on this?"

"Not exactly. She has no idea you're Supergirl or that I was going to transform you like this. Stephanie only knew that if all went well I'd introduce you to nicotine and that we might be gone late. That's all. But she agreed to cover for us, Linda. So there's nothing to worry about back at the orphanage."

Supergirl held out her arms. Alisha understood. The girl from Krypton picked her up and carried her close to her body. Alisha loved being so near to her and she suspected Supergirl was starting to feel similar sexual hankerings.

They lifted off into the night sky. Alisha gave directions to Luthor's lair. As they flew through the darkness Alisha snuggled close up against the Maid of Steel. It felt good being close to the newly converted Supergirl.

"I feel so good, so different," Supergirl whispered into Alisha's ear as they flew together. "But hell, I don't know why I worried about the orphanage. Shit, I don't want to go back there, Alisha. Fuck them. Fuck them all!"

"No, wait till you hear Lex's plan, Supergirl," Alisha groaned back. "I think you'll be more than willing to go back to the orphanage after you do."

"I can't wait," the Maid of Steel giggled in reply. "God damn! I get to meet Lex Luthor. And I assume I can keep smoking there?"

Alisha nodded. "But of course."

"Shit, then this'll be so great. I can't wait!"

Yeah, it will be great, Alisha thought to herself. And Supergirl, you can hardly imagine how great it'll be!SUPERGIRL GOES BAD

2.Transformation.

Supergirl and Alisha Keener landed in the middle of a deserted field about 25 miles outside of Metropolis. "I don't see anything," the Maid of Steel muttered. "Where is he?"

"Over here," Alisha whispered. She walked up to a large abandoned utility shed. "The door's in here."

Sure enough, the front of the shed swung open to reveal a descending staircase. The two teenage girls walked down the steps into a large well appointed room. "This is the place," Alisha announced. "Lex," she called out. "Lex, we made it. It worked like a fuckin' charm!"

A door opened. From an adjoining room out stepped Lex Luthor. In his early thirties, dressed in a black turtleneck sweater and gray slacks, Lex was the same age as her cousin Kal-El. He was handsome and in top condition. Lex had a decidedly commanding presence. With his distinctive bald head, Lex could have easily passed for a successful Hollywood actor.

He walked up to Alisha and gave the buxom blond a clearly too familiar passionate kiss on the mouth. "Ah, welcome back, dear. I see you brought a friend along this time?"

Alisha giggled. "Lex, I want you to meet the new Supergirl. The Kryptonite cigarettes worked just like you promised. She's totally transformed. She's a real slut now, and she's itching to meet you." She laughed. "Supergirl even told me that she greatly admires you."

Supergirl stuck out her hand. Lex ignored it. Instead he moved closer and gave the befuddled Maid of Steel a shameless hug and a gentle kiss on the cheek. She shivered in response to the stimulation of his body against hers. Lex laughed out loud.

"We don't do `shaking hands' bullshit, Supergirl. We're sexual creatures and we like being sexual. Touch for pleasure is part of what we all want. You'll understand soon enough."

"I already understand," Supergirl blushed. "At least, I want to."

"Yeah, I'm sure you do," Lex smiled, offering the Maid of Steel a chair beside Alisha. "Now, tell me what happened to you this evening, Supergirl. Tell me how you feel about it."

"I'd love to, Lex," Supergirl grinned. She felt strangely privileged just to be in his presence. "But first, I wondered if I could have another of those cigarettes?"

"Absolutely," Lex nodded, gazing at Alisha. The buxom blond got another one from her purse and handed it to Supergirl. "I see you've really taken to the nasty habit of smoking, haven't you, Supergirl?"

Supergirl nodded vigorously, having just lit up. The cigarette stood at a ninety degree angle from her mouth and her furiously collapsing cheeks. She eventually sucked down a large deposit of thick smoke.

"Yeah, I sure have, Lex," she volunteered, with smoke spurting from her lips over several successive breaths. "I understand that somehow you designed these delicious cigarettes to liberate me. God, they're so fuckin' delicious! Please, explain how that worked."

"I will, Kara," Lex answered, purposely using her Kryptonian name. "But first tell me all about your unexpected conversion at the hands of little Alisha. My God, Supergirl, isn't Alisha a lovely girl, by the way?"

"Yeah, she sure as hell is," the Maid of Steel quickly agreed with a depraved twinkle in her eye. "I'm so glad Alisha made me smoke. I feel like I'll never be the same!"

"No, you definitely won't," Lex agreed. "Now, let me hear the whole delicious story!"

Supergirl and Alisha told him everything that happened outside the orphanage that night. Supergirl went on to describe the personality transformation she felt the more she smoked Alisha's magical cigarettes. "So what is it you put in these things, Lex? Please tell me. I have to know!"

"I'll be delighted to explain, you gorgeous Bitch of Steel." He laughed. "God, I don't believe it. The demure Maid of Steel transformed into a wicked Bitch of Steel. Holy fuck, Superman would shit a brick if he knew what happened to his beloved cousin tonight!"

With a wicked snarl Supergirl dragged on her cigarette and let out a throaty laugh. "And I bet it's all part of your devious plan, Lex. Am I right?"

"Correct, Superbitch. Let me explain. You're familiar with Red Kryptonite, aren't you?" The Bitch of Steel nodded. "Sure, Superman's warned you about it. In some ways Red Kryptonite is more dangerous than Green Kryptonite. It's totally unpredictable. Till someone from Krypton is exposed there's no way to predict the reaction it'll bring about. Green Kryptonite is easy. You're exposed, you weaken and eventually you die. But with Red Kryptonite strange and unpredictable things happen."

"I know that," Supergirl impatiently interrupted. "So what's the fuckin' point?"

"Well said, Bitch of Steel," Luthor laughed uproariously. "Well said. So here's the deal. A couple years ago one of Superman's other enemies exposed him to a particular piece of Red Kryptonite. It had an amazing effect. It changed Superman's personality. For a short time it turned him into an evil twin of himself. He became wicked, selfish and depraved. God, it must have been delightful to see. Unfortunately I was in jail at the time. But I heard about it. Equally unfortunately, as soon as that piece of Red Kryptonite was no longer near him, Superman reverted to his usual goody-goody self, captured Gorman and disposed of the Red Kryptonite wearing lead gloves." Lex patiently folded his hands on his lap and stared at his audience. "Upon escaping from prison I procured a piece of that chunk of Red Kryptonite."

"But I thought you said my cousin got rid of it?"

"Yeah, he thought he did," Lex grinned. "But luckily the excavating company he told to bury it deep underground knew that someone might someday want it. It cost a small fortune, but for a price they sold me some. The problem was, how to use it effectively? Gorman's mistake was trying to hold it near Superman. I knew that wouldn't work. I needed a surreptitious delivery system, one that kept the Red Kryptonite near him without a way to get free. At first I considered mixing it with food. But in hours, a day at most, food passes through the digestive system. So that was no good. Then I stumbled on the idea of using cigarette smoke to deliver the Red Kryptonite." There was a devious twinkle in his eyes. "Smokers repeatedly pull cigarette smoke into their lungs. They do it over and over. The tiny particulate matter that makes up the smoke has literally no way to escape. It mostly stays inside the lungs. That's why smoking's dangerous." Lex reached in his pocket and displayed a gold pack of Benson & Hedges 100's. "But that's what makes life exciting, isn't it, Supergirl? A little danger? It's the spice of life!"

Luther put one of his long cigarettes in his mouth. Ceremoniously he lit up, joining his two smoking teenage comrades. "I also love to smoke, you see. So, Supergirl, I finally decided to mix microscopic specks of Red Kryptonite with ordinary tobacco. It's a fuckin' perfect delivery system. Once you breathe in the smoke, the particulate matter remains inside your lungs and continually radiates its transforming effects onto its unsuspecting victim, beginning a total transformation. My only problem was, how to get Superman to smoke? I considered having someone smoke a Red Kryptonite cigarette near him. But breathing in Red Kryptonite smoke second-hand isn't powerful enough. To work, the smoke has to be taken deep into the lungs. That's when I thought of you, baby. I knew an impressionable young girl like you would be much easier to trick into trying one of my delicious Red Kryptonite cigarettes. Alisha blackmailed you into smoking with her, and it worked perfectly."

"Yeah, but you forgot to mention, Lex. There was another problem," Alisha interrupted. "You also had to -."

"Hush, bitch," Lex barked at Alisha. He smiled at Supergirl. "Forgive me, Kara. Alisha's right. I forgot to explain. There was one other problem to make it work on you. I had to make you keep smoking the Red Kryptonite cigarettes. So I added microscopic specks of Green Kryptonite into the tobacco blend, not enough for you to feel, but enough to weaken your superpowers so nicotine's addictiveness got under your skin, so to speak. My cigarettes wind up with three additives. Together they make you a lifelong smoker and, being from Krypton, an evil bitch. The first is the microscopic Red Kryptonite specks in the smoke. They stay in your lungs and make sure you remain evil. The second is microscopic Green Kryptonite specks to weaken your immune system. They ensure that the third addition works, my chemical enhancement to the tobacco that makes smoking it instantly addictive. So in your hand, my lovely little Kara, you hold a chemical miracle! That cigarette instantly addicts anyone to nicotine. The Green Kyrptonite makes it work on you, but it works equally well on anybody who inhales the smoke. It makes them need to keep smoking incessantly. Because the smoke also contains Red Kryptonite, it transforms your personality as you smoke." Lex cackled. "With one good inhale your body inescapably craved nicotine; so you kept on smoking and became thoroughly wicked. You're now as wicked as Alisha or me, and also an incurable nicotine addict. It took just one smoky inhale. The best part is you don't mind. All you want to do now is smoke!" He laughed maliciously. "God, the tobacco companies would love to get their clammy mitts on my chemical enhancement formula. It'd sure make their marketing easier."

Supergirl nodded. "So let me get this straight. First you chemically altered the tobacco in the cigarettes making the cigarettes instantly addictive. Then you put microscopic specks of Green Kryptonite in the smoke to weaken my superpowers so I couldn't resist the addictive additive? Finally you included Red Kryptonite specks in the smoke so that, once I inhaled it, continuous doses got delivered into my body and brought about the desired effect, namely, to transform me into a smoker and an evil twin of my former self?"

Lex leaned back proudly. "You've got it, baby. And it sure as hell worked, didn't it?"

Supergirl laughed viciously. "God, it sure as hell did. Shit, this is great! I love it. Luthor, you're an absolute fuckin' genius! Hell, I love the new me. I fuckin' hate the old Supergirl. God, how can I ever thank you?"

Luthor leered at Alisha. "Oh, don't worry, Supergirl. Before we're done tonight we'll find a way you can pay me back, I'm sure." He took a luxurious drag on his cigarette. "The very last thing was to find you and trick you into smoking. You and your cousin aren't very smart. By charting your exploits I was able to determine with a high degree of probability exactly where you live. Unlike Metropolis where your cousin is, Midvale is a very small town. So my assistants asked around. They quickly found that only a few young girls your age are new to Midvale in the last few years. By process of elimination I determined Linda Lee had to be Supergirl."

The Maid of Steel frowned. "Hmm. God, I don't think my dumb-ass cousin ever thought of that. I know I sure didn't."

"Of course he didn't," Luthor crowed. "Superman never thought of it. But I sure as hell did." He laughed smugly and hit on his cigarette. "Next I searched for the ideal accomplice. I needed a beautiful young female delinquent whom I could plant inside your orphanage. Alisha turned out to be perfect. I found her in a juvenile correctional facility near Metropolis." He smiled and patted the hand of the buxom blond beside him. "Alisha's past is incredibly sordid. But that didn't bother me. Quite the contrary. It was one of many things I liked about her. By 16 she was convicted of prostitution several times, along with robbery and felonious assault. Even better, she showed no remorse. When I found out Alisha's been smoking since she was 10 and smokes over a pack a day, I immediately knew she was my girl. So I sprung Alisha from the detention center and trained her myself. She turned out to have no morals and is also quite an actress. It only took two weeks before I knew she was ready to be my co-conspirator. Her parents' death was faked, of course. I easily got her placed at Midvale Orphanage." Lex tapped an ash in an ashtray beside him and grinned pompously. "And the rest, as they say, is history!"

Alisha giggled. "Lex told me you're Supergirl when he recruited me. Shit, I was so fuckin' excited when he told me his evil plan to corrupt you. I love corrupting innocent kids. That's why I enjoyed warping little Stephanie. From my first day at the orphanage I sneaked out to smoke at night. I had to; hell. Like Lex said I've been smoking since I was 10, for Christ's sake. I saw you slip out over and over to do your Supergirl shit. I was the only one who kept track of you. But I knew if I threatened to tell Miss Andrews you'd do anything to keep me from squealing; even smoke a cigarette with me." She let out an insolent laugh. "I carried around that pack of Red Kryptonite cigarettes all month. Shit, when I finally got you to light one up? God, I couldn't believe it. It made me wet, I was so fuckin' excited. Even better, seeing you quickly change from goody-goody Supergirl, the Maid of Steel, into a bad girl, a Bitch of Steel? Hell, I almost laughed out loud. It was sweet!" Alisha reached out and put her hand on Supergirl's. "But the fun's just beginning, baby. Lex promised tonight we can give you a post-graduate course in being really wicked." She gently stroked Supergirl's arm. "That includes sex, honey. If you're gonna be a bad girl you need to discover sex. You can't be really bad without it. So I want to fuck you, Supergirl," she whispered eagerly. "Have you ever been with another girl?"

Lex laughed out loud. "Don't be ridiculous, Alisha. You needn't ask. Hell, I bet our innocent little Supergirl has never even been kissed, let alone fucked. Am I right?"

"Yeah, Lex is right, Alisha. I'm a damn virgin." She felt disgraced by her admission. "Hell, I've also never even been kissed."

"But that's gonna change, right, Kara? If you're a selfish, wicked evil twin of your old self, then you need to do something about your virginity right away, don't you?"

"I'd like to," Supergirl smiled wantonly. "God, I really want to. Sex sounds nice to me; nice, and really, really wicked!"

Lex stood up. "Revenge is sweet, Supergirl. I'd like to get some of that revenge against your stupid-ass cousin by becoming the first man to kiss you."

A wicked sneer covered Supergirl's mouth. "Lex, I'd love for you to kiss me. In fact, I'd be honored it you'd do a hell of a lot more than that."

"In due time, honey," Lex smiled. "In due time." He leaned in and placed his lips on the gorgeous blond teenager's. Their mouths touched. Lex forced his tongue between her lips while pulling her body against his. Supergirl kissed back, hesitantly in the beginning but more assertively as their embrace continued. Finally Lex pulled back and grinned. "Welcome to your own personal sexual revolution, Supergirl," he crowed triumphantly. "And trust me, there's a hell of a lot more where that kiss came from!"

"Oh my God, it felt so good," Supergirl gasped. "Kal-El always said I mustn't give myself to anyone till I got married. But the hell with that," she laughed nastily. "I don't want to wait. I want to find out a hell of a lot more about sex right now."

Alisha arrogantly pushed Lex out of her way. "Let me have a turn. I don't want to be left out. Look, baby, Lex told you I have a sordid past. But you haven't heard the half of it. Lex may be the first man to kiss you," she began with a syrupy smile. "But I want to be the first girl." Shamelessly she locked her lips onto Supergirl's, repeating the exercise with a softer, gentler touch. "Mm, nice. And I'll bet I won't be the last girl you do that with, Supergirl."

Supergirl was breathing hard. She felt her pulse racing. "Holy shit," she groaned excitedly. "God, yeah! I always thought sexual promiscuity might be fun. But I never dreamed it'd be this good!" She reached for the pack of cigarettes on the table and quickly shook one out. "Shit, it's almost as nice as smoking."

Lex and Alisha approvingly watched their victim light up another cigarette, this time all by herself. Lex nodded. "Supergirl, honey, keep on smoking my Red Kryptonite cigarettes and having sex. Both will ultimately accomplish the same objective. Together they'll make damn sure you never go back to your old life. Keep sucking delicious nicotine-laced Red Kryptonite into your sweet little lungs. As long as you do I promise you'll stay this way forever!"

Supergirl released a reluctant exhale and saucily sauntered over to Alisha. She wrapped her arms around the busty blond. "I never want to go back. Never!" She leaned over to kiss Alisha on the mouth. "Mm, smoking and sex go together so nice. I never want to be cured, you guys. I want to plumb the depths of my newfound wickedness the rest of my fuckin' life."

"You can, because you never will go back, Supergirl," Lex smiled. "I promise. Now let Alisha and me show you how three-way sex works. You've probably never seen porn videos that demonstrate it, have you? Hmm, pity. Well, we need to educate you ourselves then."

Shamelessly Lex pulled the blue top of her Supergirl uniform over her head. Underneath she wore a rather plain looking bra.

"Ah, she's got such delicious tits, Lex," Alisha purred. "Aren't they sweet?"

"Yeah, very nice," Lex nodded. He waited as Alisha unhooked the back of Supergirl's brassiere. "They look even better after being released into the open. Supergirl, may I?"

The Kryptonian girl nodded and groaned loudly. "Oh God, Lex. Yeah, please do it to me. Damn, I can't wait." Kara trembled with delight as Lex's strong hands took hold of her virgin breasts. "Oh shit," she groaned deliriously. "Oh God, yeah, that feels so good!"

Meanwhile Alisha pulled down Supergirl's blue skirt, revealing a tiny tight pair of red panties. "I bet you wore these panties when you came from Krypton," she sneered. "God, they're so tight and so small. Is that why you still wear them beneath your skirt, though you've clearly outgrown them?" Kara nodded. Alisha went on. "God, they look sweet but they're way too tight, honey. Here, let me take them off for you so your pussy can get some air. It wants to breathe, doesn't it?"

Kara nodded impatiently. Alisha knelt down and began licking Supergirl's naked cunt with her tongue. Lex continued kissing her trembling mouth and massaging her swollen tits.

"Now this is what being bad is all about, honey," Alisha laughed. "Want more?"

"Oh God, do I ever," Supergirl groaned out of control. "I've never felt this good in my entire fuckin' life. Oh yeah, keep doing that! Shit, yeah. That's so good!"

"Supergirl, sounds to me like you're nothing but a little slut," Lex mused playfully, pausing to kiss her engorged tits while rubbing them. "You just want to be a dirty whore, don't you, a real slut, a girl who opens her legs to anyone who promises to fuck her. Is that it?"

"Yeah, it is," she groaned in agreement, gyrating totally out of control. "God, yeah. Oh Alisha, honey. Oh! Fuck, that's so good. You, too, Lex. Don't fuckin' stop, either of you!"

"Don't worry, Supergirl, we sure as hell won't," Lex grinned happily. Uninhibited passion and desire were unmistakenly painted on the pretty face of his arch-enemy's female cousin. It was simply too delicious for words. Even better, Supergirl continued to smoke her Red Kryptonite cigarette the whole time he and Alisha licked and kissed her.

Lex sighed. This went better than he imagined. After a night of corrupting Supergirl to the core, he'd not only enlist the tarnished Maid of Steel turned Bitch of Steel as a trusted ally. He's use her to destroy Superman himself once and for all. Now that she was evil and hated Superman and all that he stood for, the end game would be deliciously simple!

"Say, Supergirl?" Lex ceremoniously announced. "Look, I don't just want to be the first man who kisses you. I want to be the first man who gets to fuck you. Would you like that?" From the look on the naked Maid of Steel's face he knew the answer. "Good. So shall I thrust my big, juicy cock deep inside your sweet little Kryptonian pussy, and fuck your wickedly evil brains out while Alisha watches?"

Naked from head to toe but still smoking, Supergirl only groaned. "God, yeah, Lex. Please, fuck me. I'm a bad girl, a very bad little girl. I need to be fucked tonight. But not just fucked by anyone. I want you to be the first man to fuck me." She squealed with delight as she saw Alisha unzip Lex's pants and pull them down to his ankles. Momentarily the other blond pulled down Lex's boxers, revealing his huge cock standing straight up.

Supergirl just stared at it. She eagerly licked her lips. "Oh baby, that's exactly what I want," she moaned passionately. "Shit, don't wait, Lex. Fuck me now."

Lex complied. While Alisha stood behind her and massaged her tits Lex maneuvered his swollen member into her wet hole. He thrust, in and out, in and out, as Supergirl groaned with unrequited desire. "Oh God. Fuck, yeah! Oh, I love being evil so much. I'm so glad you turned me into a wicked bitch, Lex. Now finish the job and fuck me. Yeah, that's it. Fuck me hard!"

Lex was pumping vigorously. He locked his mouth on top of Supergirl's. The eager vixen kissed back and her body responded wildly to his thrusts, feeling pleasure she never before imagined, let alone experienced.

"Being bad is so fuckin' good," Supergirl breathlessly groaned as she tried to take a last drag on her Red Kryptonite cigarette. After filling her lungs with the delicious smoke one more time she felt her torso quiver out of control. "Oh my God," she gasped. "Shit, I think I'm gonna cum. Is that what this feeling is?"

"It sure is, honey," Alisha grinned from behind. "The new Supergirl has no inhibitions. So just let yourself go, baby. Let Lex's fucking take you to a place you've never been before."

Supergirl began to scream. It was no cry of despair but a shriek of pure pleasure emanating throughout her trembling body. "Oh my God, don't stop," she urged. "Don't stop!"

"You're nothing but a fuckin' slut, baby," Lex whispered, and his murmuring pushed her body closer to orgasm. "That fuckin' `S' over your titties no longer stands for Supergirl. No, now it stands for SuperSlut. You're a shameless bitch from Krypton who can't wait for the next time she gets fucked. Isn't that right, you filthy Bitch of Steel? Let me hear you say it, damn it!"

"God, yeah, I'm nothing but a worthless little slut," Supergirl groaned blissfully as she felt the mounting excitement of Lex pushing harder and harder inside her pussy. "God, I'll never again be who I was. To hell with being a superhero. I want to be a fuckin' SuperSlut!"

Lex was ready. He cried out as he finally started to cum. Supergirl reached climax at the exact same moment. She screamed and he screamed. Kara fell helplessly into Lex's arms while Alisha was still kneading her taut breasts from behind. She knew her words were right on. Yeah, this was the new Supergirl. This was who she was now! She was a fuckin' SuperSlut!

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An hour later Supergirl sat by a computer browsing the internet. Alisha walked up and gently put her hand on Kara's shoulder. "How's it going, honey?"

"Good," Supergirl answered with a big grin, pausing to kiss her blond colleague. "This little tour of the internet that you and Lex recommended has been so damn enlightening. God, I want to do all this shit myself, Alisha. All of it. I never dreamed that such a world of sexual pleasure even existed!"

"Your cousin kept you from it, Supergirl," Alisha whispered, gently kissing the other girl's ear. "But we're gonna get our revenge, aren't we? We're gonna fuckin' make him pay!"

"Whatever you and Lex say, baby," Supergirl answered. She turned her head and the two girls kissed in earnest. "Thanks for what happened earlier, Alisha. It was fuckin' fabulous."

"Just like all the other nasty shit you're perusing on the internet, baby," Alisha replied sweetly. "Don't you think?"

Supergirl nodded. "I especially like the web-sites about smoking and sex. I mean, hell, I love to smoke now and sex. I never knew there's people who get sexually turned on by smoking. But it makes sense. God, it's so fuckin' cool!" She reached for her pack. "I sure hope Lex has more of these things," she grinned wickedly. "I don't think I ever want to stop smoking."

"That's the good news," Alisha grinned. "You don't have to." She watched Kara light up. By Alisha's count it was her twelfth cigarette of the night. The effects of the Red Kryptonite that started with the first real puff were solidified. Alisha only wished the beautiful teenage blond could keep Red Kryptonite in her lungs so the old Supergirl would be gone forever.

Lex entered with a pad of paper. "Supergirl, look at this," he said pleasantly. He handed her a sheet with a sketch on it. "We need to re-do your Supergirl costume. I mean, shit, girl! It's so straight-laced and conservative. The collar goes all the way up to your neck and the skirt covers too much of your sweet little ass. I was thinking of maybe redoing it something like this."

Kara gazed at Lex's drawing. He drew her in a very different skin-tight outfit. Unlike her current uniform, this one had a blouse with a deep V neck showing a hell of a lot more cleavage. She smiled. She liked that. The skirt was gone altogether, replaced by a skin-tight pair of red panties that clung to her ass like they were painted on. The big red "S" that was formerly above her breasts now rested directly on top of them, calling more attention to her tits. She turned to smile at her new mentor.

"I like," she grinned wickedly. "It looks fuckin' great. But I guess I need to do the remodeling, don't I?"

"No pair of scissors on earth could remake your costume, Supergirl. But I suspect you can."

She nodded. "My costume was made from the linen interior of the rocket that brought me to Earth from Argo City," she explained. "Superman and I cut the threads with our teeth and then re-sewed the cloth to make my current costume. I can bite down on the threads again and sew it back up in a way that's far more appropriate for a sexy new image. With my super-speed it'll only take a couple minutes." She stared approvingly at Lex's rendering of the new uniform and giggled impishly. "Yeah, I think this looks fuckin' fabulous. God, it's a huge improvement. I love the idea of showing off my tits and my ass like that!"

"But Lex, what will Superman say when he sees Kara's new redesigned costume? Won't it make him a little suspicious?"

"Nah, he's far too stupid," Lex promised. "Supergirl will simply tell him she decided she should look a bit more alluring." He cackled. "This little outfit will sure do that. Wearing this costume, Supergirl, your picture will be on the desk of every man in America. They'll jerk themselves off just looking at it." He smiled at Alisha. "Probably on the desk of every girl, too, baby," he added, giving the other blond a kiss.

"But that's not all you need to do, Kara," Alisha explained. "We also need to do something about that hair!"

"What's wrong with my hair?"

"It shows no attitude," Alisha went on. "Is there any way you can give yourself a permed look? Make your hair look frizzy or something?"

Supergirl grinned. "Stand back. Let me try something." Lex and Alisha retreated several steps. Supergirl began to shake her head at super-speed. She did it for several seconds. When she finally stopped, the transformation was immediate and amazing. "You like?"

Alisha laughed out loud. "Oh my God. I pay a hairdresser a hundred bucks to do to my hair what you just did in two seconds."

Kara's hair now had a frizzy and permed look. It definitely had attitude. "I can add some highlights if you think I should. But unlike the change to my hairstyle, any highlights won't be permanent since they're not from Krypton."

"My highlights have to be replenished every month, too," Alisha laughed. "Yeah, give it a shot."

Supergirl walked to the door. "I'll be back in a second." They heard a whooshing sound as the teenager disappeared from sight. Lex and Alisha blinked and she was back.

"Super-speed is a wonderful thing," Supergirl laughed wickedly. "How's this?"

Her tresses had dark highlights mixed in the frizzy blond hair. The others nodded and grinned. "A much better look for you," Alisha said approvingly.

"Then let me get to work redoing my costume," Supergirl grinned. "You don't mind if I get naked to do it, do you?"

"Hell no. Of course not," Lex grinned in return. "I love seeing your nubile little body."

She removed her cape first, then her blouse and skirt. The boots were the last to come off. Supergirl turned into a blur of activity unthreading her uniform and re-sewing it to reflect the sexy new design Lex suggested. After a couple minutes of being unable to follow what she was doing at super-speed, the Bitch of Steel stopped.

"Now let me put it on and model it for you."

She pulled on the blue blouse. The high neckline was gone, replaced by a plunging V' that pointed directly down toward her breasts. Whereas formerly the red S" was above them, it was now prominently emblazoned right on top of her bulging tits.

Alisha whistled. "Now that looks fuckin' great!"

Next Kara pulled on the little red panties. The skirt had been replaced by a skin-tight cover for her firm round ass. The yellow belt was the same, though the cape was now shorter and stylishly hung from the sides of the low-cut blouse rather than from her neck as before.

"God, Supergirl, you look like a fox," Alisha laughed. "It's not only more revealing. It's also a hell of a lot tighter, isn't it?"

"Yeah, you bet," Supergirl grinned broadly, modeling her new outfit and striking sexy poses for her admiring audience. `But I think tighter is good. Real good. Tight shows off my body better. I want men who see me flying through the air now to dream about fucking me. And I hope some of them will," she laughed, patting her ass with her hands.

"Supergirl, you can get fucked as much as you want," Lex admired. "You always could, of course. You were always a delicious looking little treat. But now you look more like a naughty vixen that a superhero. You look like a girl who dances at a strip club, not one who fights crime and rescues people."

"No more crime fighting," she interrupted. "And no more saving people. I'm done with that shit. My goal now is to have fun, to be a slut and have a good time, to enjoy myself. My cousin Superman is the only thing that stands in the way of my new life goal. But I gather you have a plan in mind to get Kal-El out of the way, don't you, Lex? Why don't you share it with us? I assume you need me to help you carry it out."

"Yeah, I sure do, SuperSlut," Lex laughed. "Sit down and light up another cigarette. Let me explain my proposal. Now that you're totally evil and wicked, you delightful Bitch of Steel, I think you'll find it highly enjoyable."

With a lit cigarette propped between her lips, Supergirl, dressed in her new revealing costume, grinned broadly. Smoke erupted from her nostrils while the cigarette firmly stayed in place in her caustically smiling mouth. "Lex, everything else you've done tonight has been brilliant. I'm sure that this part of it won't disappoint me."

"No, Supergirl, I'm sure that it won't." And he began to explain.SUPERGIRL GOES BAD

3.Wicked Plans.

Linda awoke the next morning in her bed at the orphanage. She rubbed her eyes. She felt exhausted. That was odd. Ordinarily not sleeping didn't bother her. But this morning she felt terrible. She blinked her eyes and tried to remember. What had happened last night?

For some reason she couldn't recall. It was like she remembered a dream, though it wasn't a bad dream. No, it felt like a very, very good dream. But she had trouble remembering it.

It was Saturday morning and chores at the orphanage began at six. She looked at her clock and saw it was after eight. She was missing breakfast! She got out of bed and walked to her closet. She gasped as she realized she'd slept in the nude. Now that was weird. She always wore a nightgown. As she shook her head in disbelief and browsed through her clothes, she absentmindedly reached for her pigtails. She gasped again. They were gone. Her hair was different! Instead of her familiar brown wig with long pigtails that protected her secret identity, she had on a new wig styled in a very sexy pageboy haircut. That was indeed strange. Why on earth was she wearing a different wig? She didn't remember getting a new one. Or did she? Thinking hard, she had a vague recollection of breaking into a store in Metropolis as Supergirl and stealing a more stylish wig. But that couldn't be. She'd never stolen anything in her life, had she? Suddenly she wasn't so sure. But as she thought about it, it seemed like it happened in that same dream she couldn't quite recall. In the corner she saw her old wig ripped to shreds in the wastebasket.

She turned her attention to the clothes in her closet. A dozen brand new outfits were hanging there, all with tags on them. Like the new wig, the didn't remember buying them. As she looked them over she realized they were unlike the style she normally wore. These were all very tight blouses with plunging necklines, short skimpy little skirts and overly snug slacks. On the floor of the closet she noticed a pile of skirts and blouses wadded up in the corner. She looked them over. They were all her old outfits, and like her old wig they'd been ripped up.

Linda was perplexed. What was going on? Where did the new clothes come from? Why did she buy them? All of a sudden she knew she didn't. She had a vague recollection of breaking into an expensive store in Metropolis and taking them. She gasped. She stole them after she took the fancy new wig. No, that couldn't be. She'd never stolen anything! Had she?

That wasn't all. She felt nervous, on edge, like she needed something but couldn't decide exactly what. She felt cross, very irritable. Before she could figure it out she heard a persistent knock on her door.

"Linda, you're missing breakfast." It was Stephanie's voice. "Look, Linda, I covered for both you and Alisha last night. But you need to come to breakfast now or Miss Andrews will for sure think something's wrong."

Covered for her and Alisha? What did Stephanie mean? Linda rubbed her temples. Something strange had definitely happened. But for the life of her she didn't know what. Well, she had to get dressed and go to breakfast. She didn't want to disappoint Miss Andrews. So she reluctantly picked out one of the new outfits and slowly put it on. The halter top was very revealing. The shorts looked like they were painted on. But none of the alternatives looked any less revealing, so she finally decided to go with that top and pants.

She walked from her room down the stairs to the dining room. Thirty girls of varying ages were eating breakfast, and as Linda walked in thirty pairs of stunned eyes turned to stare.

"Wow, look at Linda," " Hey Linda, you look different. What's up with your hair?" "Man, that's a different look for you," "Gosh, you look good, Linda," but maybe most troubling, "Gee, Linda, you look like Alisha's twin in that hair and that skimpy outfit!"

Linda saw an empty seat beside Alisha, who was grinning from ear to ear. The buxom blond motioned for her to come sit by her. Linda did.

"You look great today, honey," Alisha said in a conspiratorial whisper. "I really do like the new look for Linda Lee."

Linda sniffed. Her super olfactory senses smelled fresh cigarette smoke on the blond girl. Hmm, Alisha must have sneaked out to smoke before breakfast. Strangely, that didn't disgust the disguised girl from Krypton. Instead she felt her mouth begin to water for some reason.

"I like your new hairstyle, Linda," Miss Andrews was saying. "It's very becoming."

"Thank you," Linda politely answered.

"When did you get it cut and styled like that?"

Before Linda could answer Alisha spoke up. "Linda and I went out last night to get it done. We also got her some new clothes. Aren't they cool?"

Miss Andrews frowned. Linda was one of her favorites and she clearly didn't want to criticize her in front of the other girls. "Well, a little meager for my tastes," she said with a disapproving polite smile. "Girls, we need to finish here. Today's cleanup day, you know."

Groans went up all around the table. Cleanup day meant chores all morning and most of the afternoon. Linda began to eat, and Alisha whispered in her ear.

"We've got some cleaning up of our own to do today, don't we, Linda?"

Linda turned. "What are you talking about, Alisha?"

The buxom blond's face went ashen. "Oh my God. It happened just like Lex said it might. Shit, it mostly wore off, didn't it? Fuck!"

"What? I have no idea what you mean, Alisha. And please don't talk that way."

Alisha groaned. The effects of the Red Kryptonite cigarettes had worn off. She had to do something and do it quick. Linda seemed irritable; that was a good sign. Though she didn't realize it she badly needed a cigarette. Alisha had to figure out a way to rekindle her dormant evil personality before everything totally wore off.

She smiled at Miss Andrews. "Can Linda and I be assigned together to cleanup the back of the property this morning? We'd like that, Miss Andrews!"

The matronly woman slowly smiled. "I guess that'd be okay, girls. But now don't you lollygag today, Alisha. You stay with Linda. I know she'll work hard. Is that understood?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Linda felt awkward beside Alisha. The impudent girl knew something about what had happened and Linda was determined to find out what it was. With each passing minute her feelings of discomfort increased. She felt as if she was about to bite someone's head off. The lingering odor of smoke on the blond girl beside her seemed to make it worse. But not because she didn't like it. Oddly, it was because she did.

Linda and Alisha took a couple rakes and baskets into the back of the yard behind the orphanage. Alisha took up a strategic position behind some trees. Sure that no one could see them, she audaciously took a pack of cigarettes from her pocket and lit one up.

Linda began to protest. "Alisha! What on earth are you doing?" But as soon as she smelled it, the fragrant aroma of the smoke nearly made her swoon. "Oh my God," she uncharacteristically groaned. "God, that smoke smells so delicious! What's happening?"

Alisha grinned. Linda was swearing so her evil persona wasn't all gone. "God, Linda, you know. You're addicted to nicotine and you need a drag off my cigarette. Don't you?" she teased mercilessly. The frantic look in Linda's big brown eyes told Alisha she was right on. "Okay, here. Take a quick one. It'll help what's ailing you."

Linda's mind was cloudy but she knew she needed that cigarette. With no compunction she took it from Alisha and put it to her lips. It surprised her that she knew what to do. It was like she'd done it hundreds of times. Of course she had. She just didn't remember - yet!

As she sucked hard on the burning cigarette her recall began to return. Oh my God, she thought. I'm a smoker! "Shit," she groaned aloud. "Damn, do I ever need nicotine I need more!" A supposedly quick drag metamorphasized into a prolonged double-pump on the cigarette. "Holy fuck," Linda laughed involuntarily as smoke burst from her mouth and nostrils in rapid staccato bursts. "Alisha, thanks so much! God, I didn't realize what I needed till now. I sure as hell need to smoke a cigarette!"

Alisha laughed. Only a few drags on a Newport 100 had rejuvenated the evil Linda. If that was how she reacted to an ordinary cigarette, she couldn't imagine her response to a Red Kryptonite special. "Welcome back, honey. Now do you remember what we did last night?"

"Yeah, a little," Linda verified. Her memory was returning, though slowly. "I definitely remember smoking." She hesitated. "I liked it. Yeah, I really did. I still do. God, I'm a smoker now, aren't I?" She again pumped on the cigarette. She felt as if she was saving her life doing it. "I also remember being bad. I acted wicked, didn't I?" She frowned as she exhaled. "But why didn't it bother me? Yeah, I remember. I stole these clothes and this wig. God, but it was so out of character. Alisha, can you help me figure out all this shit?"

The buxom blond smirked. Thank God Linda was still part wicked, even if her goody-goody persona had reasserted itself overnight after hours of no exposure to Red Kryptonite. She had to get Linda to her secret tree behind the orphanage, to the place she kept her Supergirl costume. Inside the pocket of her cape she could retrieve the Kryptonite cigarettes and get Linda all the way back to her new and improved evil personality.

"Linda, honey," Alisha began. "Do you remember telling me you're Supergirl?"

Cigarette in hand, Linda looked stricken. "No. Shit! I didn't?"

"Yeah, you did. We had some marvelous adventures. You loved `em. Don't you remember at all?"

Linda squinted and drew on the cigarette almost without realizing she did it. "Yeah, sort of, I guess," she nodded after inhaling more smoke. "I do seem to remember we had fun. I started talking dirty," she said with a nasty little smile as smoke spurted from her mouth. "Yeah, I think that was fun, too."

"Oh yeah. It was fun, all of it. But the best part was smoking your special cigarettes all night. You must remember that. You loved them!"

Linda nodded again. "Yeah, I do remember. They were great. They were better than yours, weren't they? Yeah, I seem to need to smoke. So do I have anymore of mine?"

"Inside the cape of your Supergirl costume. Let's go get them. You'll feel better once you light up your own brand!"

Linda started to walk to the woods with Alisha. She stopped. "What about cleanup day?"

"Forget about it," Alisha laughed. "Once your memory returns you'll remember that after today you and I are probably never coming back anyway."

"Really?" Linda thought hard. "You know, that does sound right. God, I wish I could remember. It feels like I want to, but my head's so cloudy. Maybe I should just finish our work, to be on the safe side. Here, hold this for me for a second." Still dressed as Linda she used her super-speed to complete their cleanup assignment in a flash. "Now I'll take back the cigarette," she brusquely grinned at her amazed cohort.

Alisha laughed. "Keep sucking on my cigarette, Linda. It makes you feel better, doesn't it? Well, after you get one of your own you'll be totally back to normal. I promise."

"God, I sure hope so," Linda smiled as they walked. She hit again on the Newport 100. "For some reason I feel like swearing, Alisha. Is that part of the new normal for me, too?"

Alisha nodded slyly. "Yeah, just wait and see. You love to talk nasty now, honey." At least Linda wasn't resisting.

They came to the tree where her Supergirl costume was hidden. Linda opened the secret door and pulled it out. She whistled. "Whoa, what the hell happened to my uniform?"

"You fixed it, honey. It's slinky and sexy now, better than ever."

Linda dragged on the cigarette and handed it to Alisha. "Hold this again while I put it on," she grinned, while smoke spurted from her mouth. "It won't take a second."

At super-speed Linda changed into Supergirl. One moment she was Linda Lee with brown hair. The next she stood before her friend as the blond Maid of Steel.

Supergirl admiringly moved her hands all over her newly redesigned, sexy costume. "God, I like it. It sure does emphasize my breasts and my ass, doesn't it?" Without waiting for an answer she touched herself again. "Yeah, I really like it. Was this my idea?"

"Not exactly. But you'll remember when you smoke again. Get your cigarettes from the hidden pocket inside your cape. Yeah, that's right. That's a good girl!"

Supergirl got her pack of Red Kryptonite cigarettes. "Somehow I know I need to smoke these," the girl from Krypton frowned. "I don't know why, but something tells me I really need to smoke one of them right away."

"Instincts don't lie, honey," Alisha laughed. "Let me get you a lighter."

"I just realized I don't need a lighter, Alisha," she grinned. "Remember, I'm Supergirl."

She took a cigarette from the pack and put it in her mouth. She stared at the tip while it dangled. Miraculously it began to burn. "I just realized I could use my heat vision to light up. It makes carrying a lighter totally unnecessary. With my heat vision I can light up a cigarette anytime I want," she laughed, as the burning cylinder continued to dangle. "Pretty cool, huh?"

Alisha nodded. She was impressed!

Kara took a long drag on her cigarette. She pumped once, twice, a third time. With each hit she pulled extra smoke into her hungry lungs. At last she groaned. Recognition emanated from her eyes. "Shit, now I remember. Yeah, I remember everything." She leered at Alisha. "Honey, I'm home," she laughed evilly. "Fuck, without Red Kryptonite I turned back into that stupid prude. Hell, baby, we can never let it happen again!"

"God, yeah, I know," Alisha nodded, lighting up a Newport 100. She gave Supergirl a smoky kiss. "I'm glad you're back to normal, baby."

A familiar evil look was back in Supergirl's eyes. "Right, because you and I've got lots of work to do, don't we, you beautiful little bitch?" She slid the cigarette into her mouth. She held out her hands. Alisha grinned. She jumped into her arms and they lifted off.

"Don't you need to finish your cigarette before we fly away?"

"You underestimate me, baby," Supergirl laughed. "Watch my super-speed."

In a flash the Red Kryptonite cigarette was gone. Supergirl grinned and a torrent of smoke escaped from her lips.

"I should warn you, Alisha, honey. I feel much more evil and wicked, depraved and immoral today than I did last night."

"Good," her buxom blond colleague giggled. "You know, I like you lots better like this." They started to fly off but Alisha held up her hand. "Hey, Kara, wait a second."

"Yeah?"

"Before we go back to Lex's, we should talk."

"Oh? Yeah, sure, okay."

They landed back in the woods. Supergirl looked around for someplace Alisha could sit. Seeing nothing she quickly felled a tree and created a seat out of the stump. "Here you go, Alisha. Have a seat. Let's talk."

Alisha took a deep breath. She was nervous. She reached in her purse and got out her Newport 100's. "I need to smoke first," she grinned uneasily. "I'm sure you understand."

"Of course," Supergirl smiled. She reached in the pocket of her cape to get out her own. Putting a cigarette into her mouth she focused her heat vision on it and lit herself up. Without waiting she nodded at Alisha, who likewise put a cork-tipped Newport 100 between her lips. The girl from Krypton ignited Alisha's cigarette as well.

"Thanks, Supergirl." The buxom blond took a long sumptuous drag. "Luthor would kill me if he knew I told you this. Literally," she mumbled. "But I like you, Kara. I think you ought to know."

Supergirl released a long exhale. "Know what?"

"Well, several things. You remember Luthor's plan to kill Superman, using you as bait?"

Supergirl nodded. "He wants me to force Kal-El to smoke first, just for fun, with me using the Red Kryptonite cigarettes on him, and then we kill him with Green Kryptonite."

Alisha sighed. "Well, that's not all. He plans to kill you at the same time. It's a double-cross, Kara. Luthor doesn't want you around even if you're wicked. He wants you out of the way, too."

Supergirl nodded. Thoughtfully she drew on her cigarette and sucked smoke deep inside her chest. Her breasts elevated as she made room inside her lungs, allowing her new revealing uniform to highlight her tits even more than usual.

"I may be corrupted, Alisha, but I'm not dumb. I figured Luthor couldn't be trusted. But I'll watch my back. As long as I have these Red Kryptonite cigarettes, I don't give a shit."

"That's just it, Kara," Alisha went on. "He didn't make enough. Lex only has a couple more packs. That's it. Then they're gone. That's why he needs to get rid of you when he kills Superman. Even if you smoke all of the cigarettes he laced with Red Kryptonite eventually you'll run out and change back. What he said last night is only half true. The particulate matter in the smoke stays in your lungs, but not forever. Sooner or later it works its way out. It started to happen overnight after just a few hours . And once the Red Kryptonite is gone from your system you become goody-goody Supergirl again. I don't think you want that and neither do I."

Supergirl frowned. "Hmm. I definitely do not want to change back. I hate my former self. But wait. Lex said he bought that Red Kryptonite from an excavating company that supposedly disposed of it for Superman. But they didn't bury it. From what Lex said last night, it sounds like there may be some of that original piece of Red Kryptonite left."

"So?"

"So I simply need to get my hands on it. If I have the Red Kryptonite I can make sure I never let it out of my sight. I can make myself a necklace using a piece of the Red Kryptonite as the stone and wear it around my neck. If I never take it off, whether I'm Supergirl or Linda Lee, I'll never change back." She hit on her cigarette. "So that's what I need to do. I have to find the original chunk of Red Kryptonite so I can stay the way I am."

Alisha giggled. "God, I'm glad you love being bad, Kara. Hell, it makes me wet to hear you say you'll do anything not to lose your new wicked, slutty persona. I'll be honest. I'd much rather be your sidekick than Lex's."

"Well, Lex is a good fuck," Supergirl wryly grinned. "But I'll be damned if he's gonna get rid of me. I've got a lot of hell to raise as the Bitch of Steel. If the world thinks Lex Luthor is trouble, wait till they see all the things I intend to do."

"But what about your cousin Superman?"

Supergirl grinned. "He's no problem as long as we can change his personality with Lex's Red Kryptonite cigarettes so he can become his own evil twin," she smirked. "In fact, we may not even need to use the cigarettes. I have another idea, a deliciously evil one."

Alisha sighed. Taking a last hit on her Newport she dropped it to the ground, exhaling as she looked up at her bitchy colleague. "I'd like to keep working with you. From what Lex told me, I understand the effects of the Red Kryptonite are cumulative. The more you're exposed the more depraved you become. I'm looking forward to seeing just how bad you can ultimately be."

"Being bad isn't gonna be a problem, honey," Supergirl smirked. "But wait. What about my smoking? What happens to my nicotine habit once the Red Kryptonite cigarettes are gone?"

Alisha laughed. "The way I understand it you're a smoker forever. Your new addiction to nicotine won't end even if you quit smoking the Red Kryptonite cigarettes. Lex's chemical additive combined with the dose of Green Kryptonite in your first cigarette changed your body forever. So don't worry, Kara. You still need nicotine. That's why smoking a Newport this morning helped. It couldn't totally bring back your evil personality but it renewed and fulfilled your newfound need for nicotine. Right?"

"Yeah, it did. That makes sense," Supergirl mused. "Hell, I just don't want to lose my nicotine addiction. I fuckin' love being a smoker, Alisha. It's a part of being evil I don't want to give up." She stood up. "Okay then, first things first. We need to find that contractor who has the Red Kryptonite. Are you game?"

"Sure," Alisha grinned. "Let's go back to Lex's hideout. I'm sure I can find the name and address in his computer while you distract him. Just tell Lex you need to fuck him. He's insatiable when it comes to sex. He'll be delighted to fuck you another time. While you keep Lex busy fucking him I'll find out about that contractor on his computer."

"Perfect. I don't mind fucking Lex again." Supergirl grinned and held out her arms. Alisha jumped into them, nuzzling up against her breasts and stroking them. "Mm, let's fly away together, baby," she whispered wickedly, kissing Supergirl on the mouth while her hands caressed her tits. "I want to be there when you raise hell!"

The two girls soared into the morning air. "Don't worry, Alisha. Unless you give me reason to suspect another double-cross, I intend to keep you around, especially if you keep rubbing my tits like that. God, it feels good!"

---

Joe Jaenetti at Adams Excavating sat behind his desk mindlessly thumbing through a magazine. He had five trucks out on excavating jobs that Saturday morning, but he didn't really feel like working very hard.

He heard a whooshing sound outside. He craned his neck trying to see out the window. Suddenly he heard a loud crash. The front door of his office came thundering down.

"What the -?" He gasped. "Supergirl?"

The pretty blond walked impudently into his office. "Sorry `bout the door," she laughed. "But I felt it necessary to make a point. I need to talk to you, Mr. Jaenetti."

He was a rough man in his early forties but was clearly intimidated by the Maid of Steel. "Uh, wh -. What about?"

"You sold Lex Luthor some Red Kryptonite a couple months ago. It was Red Kryptonite you were supposed to bury deep underground. I need that Red Kryptonite, whatever's left of it. Where is it?"

Beads of sweat collected on Janetti's forehead. "I don't what you're talking about."

"Look, don't bullshit me, ass-hole," Supergirl said menacingly. "I know you've still got some of it left. You offered to sell Luthor another piece if he could cough up enough cash. So all I want to know is, where the hell is it?"

Jaenetti was taken aback by Supergirl's aggressive insolent behavior. But he equivocated. "I told you, Supergirl, I don't know what the hell you're talking about."

She rolled her eyes. "Alisha, come here." In walked a sexy young woman in a meager, low cut halter top and short shorts. She sneered.

"Yes, Supergirl?"

"Tell me, Alisha. Are there any of Mr. Janetti's men around outside?"

"Yeah, there's a guy about to get in a truck. Shall I call him?"

"Please," Supergirl smiled sweetly. "Janetti, I'm gonna show you just how serious I am."

Alisha stepped outside and called to the man across the parking lot. Seeing the attractive teenager, he quickly joined them in the office. Seeing Supergirl, he vacillated about whether to come closer.

Supergirl turned to Janetti. "Look, buddy, I'm gonna ask you once more nicely. Where the hell is that Red Kryptonite?"

"I told you, Supergirl. I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Okay, fine. Then watch this." The Maid of Steel turned and stared at the other man. She turned her heat vision on him. He opened his mouth to scream but was vaporized in an instant, before he had time to emit a single cry. A pile of ashes fell to the floor where he stood moments before.

Supergirl turned back to Janetti. "Now I'll ask again. Where is it?"

Janetti was perspiring fiercely now. "Oh my God. You fuckin' killed him!"

"That's right, you bastard. And if you don't give me what I want then I intend to do the same to you. Or maybe worse. He didn't suffer. It was quick and relatively painless. I can do it a lot slower, though, if I feel like it. Now, do you want to come clean or not?"

"But -. But you and Superman respect human life. You never hurt or kill people. That's what everyone always says about you guys."

"Yeah, well, then everyone's wrong, aren't they?" she smirked with a wicked little laugh. Raising her hand she smashed his computer in a single stroke. "I have amazing super powers, Janetti. You ain't seen nothing yet. I can do a hell of a lot of damage when I'm pissed off. Your business, your life, your family. I won't stop till I get my hands on that fuckin' Red Kryptonite. Trust me, you do not want to piss me off. So it's your choice, bastard. Do you still want to tell us that you don't know what the hell I'm talking about?"

"Okay," he gulped. "You leave me no choice. I told Superman I'd get rid of it. I'm so sorry. I'll make sure it gets buried right away."

"No, you imbecile. I don't want it buried. I want to hold it in my hands. I need to make sure I don't lose its benefits. Get it?"

Recognition finally arrived in Janetti's brain. "Oh my God. Luthor already used it on you, didn't he? You've become evil. Holy shit!"

"Congratulations, Janetti. You're so fuckin' smart. You're right, too. I'm now wicked as sin. So there's no telling what I might do if I don't get what I want. Do you catch my drift?" She stomped her foot and punched a hole in the cement floor.

"Yeah, I get it," he nervously smiled. "It's locked up in my safe. I keep it there because I figured someday Luthor or somebody would pay me big bucks for it. But there's not that much left. Really."

"I don't need much," Supergirl grinned. "Where is it?"

"At the other Metropolis office," he stuttered. "I can get it for you this afternoon."

"No, we'll go there now. Have you ever flown before, Janetti? Well, get ready. You're gonna tell me how to get there and I'll take you and the lovely Alisha to retrieve that delightful piece of evil red rock!" SUPERGIRL GOES BAD

4.Doing Jimmy and Lois.

Jimmy Olsen sat at his computer surfing the internet. It was Saturday morning and he didn't have to work. He liked his job at the Daily Planet but was glad to have time to himself that morning.

He heard a knock at the door. He got up and looked through the peephole. He gasped. Outside stood a female figure dressed in familiar red, blue and yellow colors.

"Supergirl," Jimmy gasped, opening the door, with his mouth as wide open as the door itself. "What are you doing here?"

"Good morning, Jimmy," Supergirl said pleasantly. "May my friend Alisha and I come in and chat with you?"

"Uh, yeah, sure," he nervously smiled, stepping aside to let the two women come in his apartment. "I'm afraid things are kind of a mess," he apologized timidly, vainly trying to clean up a stack of newspapers he'd thrown on the floor.

"Don't worry about that, Jimmy," Supergirl went on with a genial grin. "I want you to meet my good friend Alisha Keener. Alisha, Jimmy. Jimmy, Alisha."

Alisha and Jimmy shook hands. He nervously motioned to the girls to sit down.

"Wow, Supergirl, I'm shocked. This is a real surprise. I mean, Gee, we've met before and all, but I sure never expected you to come visit me here at home. What's up?"

Supergirl crossed her long legs and absentmindedly began to kick the one on top up and down. She saw Jimmy staring at her. She grinned.

"I see you've noticed my new costume. Do you like it, Jimmy?"

"Yeah," he said slowly. He was frankly at a loss for words. Supergirl looked so different. Instead of looking like an innocent teenager, she seemed incredibly sexy and alluring. "Yeah," he gulped. "Yeah, your new look is really -. Well, it's really great!"

"I figured you'd like it, Jimmy. I do, too."

He couldn't help it. He stared at the succulent breasts protruding around the red `S' on her blue shirt. Its plunging neckline literally forced his attention to her tits. After staring he looked up embarrassed. "Yeah, it's nice, but what made you change it? And that necklace with the red stone is also new, isn't it? I never noticed it before. It's nice, too. It matches the red in your costume, doesn't it?"

"This?" She fingered the necklace with the glowing red stone. "Yeah, I love it. It makes me feel so good. Or bad," she laughed enigmatically. "Mostly bad, actually."

He felt nervous. He ran his hand uneasily through his red hair. Somehow Supergirl seemed too comfortable, almost too pleased to be sitting in his apartment. He cleared his throat. "I don't get it, Supergirl. What is it you want from me?"

"Well, Jimmy, Alisha and I are here because we want to fuck you this morning."

His mouth fell open. "What!?!"

Supergirl smiled placidly. "I said, we're here to fuck you." She laughed at his total incomprehension. "Look, Jimmy, I like you. Always have. You're a good looking guy and just a couple years older than me. So I decided I want to fuck you and I want my friend Alisha to watch us fuck. Is that okay?"

Jimmy began to perspire. He let out a nervous twitter. "Hey, you're kidding, right?"

"No, Jimmy, I'm not. I'm dead serious. I changed my costume and my hair because I realized I was too much of a prude. It's time for me to have fun for a change." She put her hands on her chest and began to playfully squeeze her tits through the skin-tight red `S.' "What's wrong? Don't you think I'm cute? Don't you want me?"

"Gosh, Supergirl, I don't know what to say. This just isn't like you."

"Yes, it is like me, Jimmy. But it's like the new me, not the old one. I'm sick of all that fuckin' goody-goody superhero shit. So I want to kick up my heels and live a little. I love having sex. It's so good, Jimmy." She rested her hand on Alisha's leg. "It's especially nice if someone else watches. Know what I mean?"

"No," Jimmy gulped. "Supergirl, we should call Superman. Something's wrong. I don't know what happened to you, but Superman will know what to do."

Still playing with her tits Supergirl leaned forward. "Shh, Jimmy. We don't want him to ruin our fun. Alisha and I want to play. You'd love to put your hands where mine are, wouldn't you?"

Beads of perspiration were literally dripping from Jimmy's forehead. "No, I couldn't, Supergirl. I just couldn't."

Supergirl snickered. Jimmy had never heard anything like it. It was a malicious, throaty, evil giggle. "Jimmy, don't give me that bullshit. Your cock's sending a totally different message. Take a look."

He gazed down. It was true. The big bulge in his pants was unmistakable. He looked up as Supergirl reached into a pocket inside her long flowing red cape. She took out a rectangular small object. It was a pack of cigarettes.

"By the way, Jimmy, I've also started smoking," Supergirl calmly remarked. "I hope you don't mind if I light up?"

Jimmy was completely perplexed. Something was very wrong. "Supergirl, you're scaring me. I don't let anyone smoke in my apartment. Please don't."

Ignoring his plea Supergirl placed a long white cigarette between her lips. Without being asked her friend Alisha silently got out a lighter and lit up the Maid of Steel. As Jimmy stared in disbelief Supergirl took a long drag, sucked some smoke into her chest and then turned to grin at him as bluish-gray smoke flowed from her smiling lips.

"Jimmy, that's so rude. How you can tell us not to smoke in your apartment? I thought you liked smoke?"

"I don't know what you mean. Smoking's disgusting. Supergirl, what happened? It's like you're the opposite of everything you used to be. We really need to call Superman."

"Jimmy, if you try and call Superman I'll break your fuckin' little neck," she snarled. "Now come here and put your hands on my tits. Aren't they nice? Yeah, they're so luscious and big and supple. God, I want you to feel just how squishy they are and yet how hard my nipples are right now. See the way my nipples are pointing at you underneath the big red `S' on my tight little shirt? Well, God, I want you to squeeze them for me."

"No, I won't," he stammered.

With no warning Supergirl slammed down her fist, splintering the table between them. "Look, Jimmy. I'm telling you. Don't piss me off. Now get your ass over here and start squeezing my titties. If you don't the next thing I break will be one of your body parts!"

Alisha moved aside, making room on the sofa for Jimmy. Helplessly he sat beside Supergirl.

"That's a good boy, Jimmy, dear. Now put your hands right here."

With the cigarette hanging from her lips she took both his hands and placed them directly onto her chest. "That's better," she whispered. "Now, squeeze!"

He did. Despite himself his cock stiffened.

"You like it, don't you, Jimmy?" Supergirl teased. Her cigarette bobbed up and down as she spoke to him. With no hesitation she put one hand on his lap and began to rub his cock. He groaned and she let out an evil laugh. "Shit, Jimmy, you're trying hard to be a good boy, aren't you? But you really can't help yourself. You fuckin' love touching me like this, fondling my titties while my fingers caress your rod." She drew on her cigarette and released streams of smoke out of the corners of her mouth. "So tell me you want to fuck me, Jimmy. Say it!"

He closed his eyes. He said nothing. He merely groaned in response to feeling Supergirl's tits and feeling her handle his swollen dick inside his pants.

"Okay. Now Jimmy, Alisha and I are about to do you two favors. In a second we're gonna fuck and Alisha's gonna help us. She'll kiss us and touch us while you stick your cock into my pussy. It'll be great. But before we do that I need to give you a slightly different present. I'm gonna give you a smoky kiss and you're gonna love it!"

Hearing that, Jimmy's rock-hard cock drooped slightly. "No, Supergirl," he pleaded. "Please don't. I hate smoke."

"No, you don't, Jimmy," Supergirl purred wickedly. "No, you love it. Let me prove it to you. I'll give you one smoky kiss and exhale some of this delicious shit into your lungs. Once that happens, honey, I think you'll feel differently about it." She turned to her friend. "Alisha?"

Alisha took Jimmy's head in her hands and held it. In the meantime Supergirl double-pumped her cigarette, pulling a huge quantity of the thick, rich smoke deep into her lungs. With a shockingly malevolent grin the girl from Krypton leaned near Jimmy, forcing her lips on top of his. He struggled but Alisha held his head firm. He couldn't escape. Supergirl initiated her exhale, forcefully expelling her lungs' smoky contents directly into the struggling boy's mouth while she kissed him. It lasted six or seven seconds. Finally Supergirl pulled back and grinned.

"There you go, Jimmy," she said with a spiteful grin. "Now tell Alisha and me how you feel about smoking after tasting my smoky kiss. Any change?"

Jimmy sputtered. Smoke spewed from his mouth and he coughed several times. He wiped some perspiration from his forehead. "I - I don't know," he confessed. "I feel weird." He gazed at the cigarette between Supergirl's fingers. "I don't understand why, but I feel like I need more." He shook his head. His hands were trembling. "All of a sudden it doesn't smell bad. It sure didn't taste bad like I thought it would." He blinked his eyes as if trying to focus. "For some reason I feel like I'll die if I can't have more smoke."

Supergirl laughed triumphantly. "Jimmy, I'm so glad for you. At last you finally get it. Welcome to your new existence, a lifetime of inescapable nicotine addiction. You're a smoker now, honey. Can you feel it? Feel how badly your body wants more of this delicious smoke?"

"God, what did you do to me?" he groaned. "I feel like I'd do anything for a cigarette." He blinked vigorously. "Listen, though, please let me have one. I need it."

"Of course you do, honey," Supergirl smirked. "You'll be smoking at least a pack a day now, Jimmy. Alisha, give the poor boy a Newport 100. They're nice and strong, Jimmy, and will supply you with all the mouth-watering nicotine that you need."

With shaky hands Jimmy took a cork-tipped cigarette from the buxom blond beside him. He hurriedly put it in his mouth. With a big smile Alisha lit him up. Supergirl laughed with glee seeing the frantic red-headed youngster hit impetuously on his first ever cigarette, sucking as much smoke as possible into his suddenly famished lungs.

"How do you like it, Jimmy? Isn't it good?"

"Oh God, yeah," he groaned, returning it to his mouth for another drag. "But how did this happen to me?"

"Don't worry about that, honey," Supergirl smiled. "You don't need to know. You just keep smoking. And while you do, let's continue what we were doing. Don't you still want to fuck? It'll be easier since now you'll love smelling smoke on my breath the next time we kiss."

Alisha's hands were on Jimmy's lap, feverishly stroking his cock. Sure enough, it was quickly returning to its hardened state. Meanwhile he feverishly fed himself more nicotine. Supergirl interrupted Jimmy long enough to kiss him again, and this time Jimmy kissed back.

"Ah, good boy," Supergirl crowed. "I see you realize there's no point in fighting it!"

The redhead let out a smoky moan. "I don't know why you're doing this, Supergirl. But you're right. I can't fight it anymore." He desperately sucked on his cigarette. "I like it," he breathlessly whispered. "You're so sexy!"

"Yes, I sure as hell am," Supergirl giggled, delightedly watching smoke continue to pour out of Jimmy's panting mouth. She began to unbuckle his belt. Next came his zipper, then his trousers. Soon his rigid cock was standing up in full view.

"Mm, so nice," she purred wickedly, helping Alisha stroke it up and down. "Isn't it nice, Jimmy?"

"God, yeah," he helplessly whispered back, now clearly overtaken by his own passion. "Yeah, Supergirl, that feels so good!"

"Sure it does. Now put your cigarette between your lips, honey. The nicotine in the smoke tastes so fuckin' good. So just keep it there while you rub my tits. Yeah, that's right. Very good. Now I'm gonna pull down my sweet little red panties so you can see my wet pussy. It's ready for you to stick in your cock and make it feel real good. God, you'll really like doing that, won't you, honey? You want to fuck Supergirl, right?"

His cigarette was now between his lips. With his hands still on her breasts he groaned passionately. "Yeah, I do want to, Supergirl. You're right, I really do!"

Supergirl dropped her panties to the floor. She stood up and slowly lowered herself down onto his stiff rod. Jimmy groaned as their bodies connected. She likewise moaned. Meanwhile Alisha put her hands on their backs to push them closer together.

"Oooh God, yeah, that's sooo good, Jimmy," Supergirl whimpered with her cigarette in one hand and her other one behind his head. "So fuckin' good. Yeah, just like that, baby. Fuck me, honey. Fuck me just like that!"

Shamelessly she turned to kiss Alisha, shooting her tongue in Alisha's open mouth. Meanwhile Jimmy sat still, letting Supergirl do all the moving. Repeatedly she rocked up and down on his cock, while Alisha helped Jimmy fondle Supergirl's tits and continued to kiss her.

"It's nice having Alisha help us, isn't it, Jimmy?" Supergirl moaned. "Tell me you like that as much as I do."

Alisha hit on her cigarette and turned to Jimmy, kissing him and feeding him smoke. Jimmy squealed with delight. "God, this is great," he agreed. "I've never done anything like this. Shit, it's fabulous."

"Yeah, it sure is," Supergirl agreed. "Now I'm nearly ready, Jimmy baby. I'm gonna cum, honey. Ooh God, your cock is so fuckin' hard. Keep pumping me just like that, sugar. Yeah, that's it. Oooh. God! Here it comes, baby. Aaah!"

Supergirl shrieked loudly as she felt Jimmy unload inside of her. In the meantime Alisha, with her cigarette between her lips, feverishly rubbed Supergirl's swollen tits with one hand while simultaneously squeezing Jimmy's quivering ass with the other.

The three of them collapsed onto the couch. Jimmy felt totally satiated, pleasured beyond his wildest dreams. He turned to smile at Supergirl.

"That was amazing, Supergirl. Thanks so much. But can you explain why you did this?"

"Because I wanted to," she shrugged. "Because I felt like it." She looked knowingly at Alisha. Her friend understood. Alisha handed fresh Newport 100's to both Jimmy and her.

"God, I bet you feel like a smoke, don't you, darling?" Jimmy nodded enthusiastically, accepting the cigarette. Alisha did the honors, lighting them up, and Jimmy and Supergirl each took a powerful drag. "You'll never quit smoking, Jimmy," she laughed, expelling smoke. "You'll love it from now on just as much you do right this minute. Isn't it awfully good?"

"Yeah, it's strangely satisfying," the red-headed boy eagerly agreed. "I feel like I need it. God, I used to hate smoke but I sure don't now!"

"Me neither," Supergirl laughed in agreement. "Now Jimmy, here's the thing. Don't breathe a word of this to Superman. If you keep quiet I'll come back and fuck you again real soon. It'll be our secret. I liked it and I know you did." She kissed him on the lips. "Deal?"

Jimmy nodded. "Okay," he grinned. "So does this mean you want to be my girlfriend?"

Supergirl let out a snorting laugh. "Girlfriend? Hell no, Jimmy. I don't want to be your girlfriend. There's no future in that shit. No, I just like fucking you. Isn't that good enough?"

The red-headed cub reporter sighed. "Yeah, I figured that. Sure, that's okay. I just thought I'd check." He hesitated. "But even if I don't tell Superman, how will I explain the smoking thing?"

"Oh, don't worry about that, Jimmy." Supergirl giggled impishly. "Before long you definitely won't be the only one smoking all the time!"

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Lois Lane walked briskly down the street on her way to an important interview. One of her underworld contacts was about to give her a lead on Lex Luthor's latest plans. It was early enough she might make the deadline for the Sunday paper.

She heard a whooshing sound behind her. She turned to look, just in time to see someone reaching out to grab her. Instinctively she put her hand on her head to keep her hair from being mussed up.

Lois expected to see Superman holding her. But it wasn't him. It was his cousin.

"Supergirl," she exclaimed. "What are you doing in Metropolis?"

"Coming to see you, Lois," grinned the Maid of Steel as they flew along.

"But why?" Lois queried. "I'm on my way to interview someone for a story."

"Your story will wait," Supergirl said firmly. "We need to return to your apartment."

In seconds they landed at Lois' building. For the first time the reporter noticed Supergirl's new look. "Wow," she grinned. "What did you do to yourself, Supergirl?"

"You like?" Supergirl smiled. "I do."

"Yeah, but it's kind of revealing. I mean, look at your tiny pants. They look like a thong, Supergirl. They sure show lots of leg. And the top," she went on, staring at the plunging neck and the big red `S' plastered over top of her breasts. "It's so different. And your hair! Wow, it's totally new, too, isn't it?"

Supergirl opened the door of the apartment building and walked in after her. "You know, Lois, Jimmy Olsen hardly noticed my new hairstyle. But I guess that's a man for you. Only another woman notices all the little details."

"And the necklace," Lois nodded. "It's lovely. Is it from Krypton?"

"You might say that," Supergirl cackled as they got on the elevator. "Yeah, sort of."

The elevator opened onto Lois' floor. They walked down the hall. "Why do you want to come to my apartment?" she asked.

"You'll see," Supergirl grinned.

Lois got out her key but noticed the door to her apartment was already ajar. "I already took the liberty of opening it," Supergirl whispered. "Let's go in. I have a surprise for you."

Lois sniffed. "Hey, someone's been smoking," she announced with haughty disapproval. "What's going on?"

In the living room sat Alisha, cigarette in hand. She stood and stuck out her other hand to a surprised Lois.

"Hi, Miss Lane. I'm Supergirl's friend Alisha Keener. It's nice to meet you. May I call you Lois?"

Lois nodded. Looking around the room she saw ashtrays on every table. The one where Alisha was sitting had several crushed butts in it.

"What's with your friend smoking, Supergirl? And all the ashtrays?"

"I'll explain, Lois," Supergirl smiled. "Go ahead, sit down. Alisha's in Lex Luthor's gang. I rescued her from his clutches. Alisha told me of a new secret weapon Luthor plans to unleash. You're a crack investigative reporter for the Planet, one of the most prestigious newspapers in the country. I thought you should have first crack at breaking the story."

"Wonderful," Lois grinned, getting out her notepad and pen. "I appreciate this. I'm all ears." Suddenly she frowned. "But in my apartment, Alisha, I'd really like you not to smoke."

"That's part of the story, Lois," Supergirl interrupted. "Alisha can't help it. She has to smoke. It's part of Lex's evil scheme."

"Oh? What do you mean?"

It was Alisha's turn. "Lois, Lex developed a devious chemical additive that's easily applied to normal cigarettes. If anyone breathes in the smoke from his treated cigarettes, even once, the person immediately becomes addicted to nicotine." Alisha artfully raised her Newport 100 to her lips for a long, extended drag. "And I mean, totally addicted. It doesn't matter if the person never smoked. All of a sudden they need to. Worst of all, there's no cure. You can't quit and you don't even want to."

Lois assumed Alisha spoke as a victim. "Oh my, poor dear," she said with compassion. She wrote on her notepad. "So what's Luthor's plan? What does he hope to get out of it?"

Alisha smiled. It was all bullshit but it sure as hell was fun. "Lex plans to secretly distribute these treated cigarettes, containing his chemical additive, all over the country. It'll cause a huge increase in tobacco consumption nationwide. Prices of cigarette manufacturers' stocks will skyrocket. Lex has secretly taken substantial positions in their stocks. He plans to make a killing in the stock market." She drew on her cigarette. "Plus, Lex smokes. He sort of gets off seeing other people smoking, especially beautiful women."

"Really?" Lois bristled, still writing furiously. "Gosh, this is terrible. Does Superman know about this yet?"

"I'm gonna tell him all about it today," Supergirl grinned. "But we wanted to give you the story first, Lois."

"Girls, thanks so much. This is scary. But I'm so pleased you trust me to break the story in the Planet. If we move quickly we can get it on the front page of the Sunday edition. Now, do you have documents or pictures, any hard evidence I can include in my story?" She smiled warmly. "You see, I need something more than Alisha's unsubstantiated account."

The teenagers looked at each other. They began to laugh.

"What's so funny?" Lois asked. She was confused. "Do you have anything you can show me or not?"

"Yeah, we do have something we can show you, Lois," Supergirl smirked nastily. Her voice took on a hard edge. "Yeah, we can give a personal demonstration of how it works."

"Yes, I can see that poor Alisha is already a victim of Luthor's devilish plan," Lois nodded thoughtfully. "You poor dear. It must be terrible being addicted to nicotine. But I'm afraid I need something more than that to break the story. Can't you give me any hard evidence?"

"Lois, you weren't listening," Supergirl giggled. "I said we can give you a personal demonstration right here."

Lois frowned. "I'm afraid I don't understand."

"No, you sure as hell don't," Supergirl laughed. "But you will in a second, you fuckin' bitch." With a flourish she conspicuously reached inside the pocket of her cape.

"Supergirl! Did you just curse at me? Why, I never heard you -."

Lois froze in mid-sentence. Supergirl had a pack of cigarettes in her hand. She was taking one out and putting it her mouth. Lois gasped. Supergirl focused her heat vision on the tip of the long white cylinder in her mouth and it ignited.

"Supergirl! Goodness, what're you doing? This is crazy. I thought you were gonna give me hard evidence of Luthor's plan to create a nation of smokers. So why in the world are you smoking a cigarette?"

Supergirl tipped her head to release a luxurious plume of thick smoke from her lips. She giggled mischievously. "Lois, you're such an ass. I told you, we're gonna give you a personal demonstration. Alisha and I are gonna show you how his cigarettes work. We're gonna let you become a smoker, too."

"No, wait," Lois gasped. She finally began to realize she was in peril. "Supergirl, what's happening? You can't be helping Lex Luthor. It makes no sense. You're committed to fighting crime, not helping criminals like him."

"Hmm," Supergirl smiled. "Let me think about that." She stared at Alisha. "Alisha, honey, what do you think? Am I interested in stopping devious plans like this, or in advancing them? What's your take?"

Alisha grinned. "Supergirl, if I know you, and I sure as hell do, I think you're far more interested in fucking with people than saving them. So if I had to place my bet, I'd bet you'll do anything you can to help Luthor with this delightful scheme of his."

Supergirl returned her attention to the stunned reporter. "See, Lois? I guess that settles it. Alisha says I checked out of the superhero business and she's right. Hell, that's why I'm smoking. Smoking's wicked, and forcing other people to smoke is wickeder still." She hit on her cigarette. "But I love being wicked, Lois." Her eyes sparkled. "So come sit beside me. Let me fill your virgin lungs with some of this delicious smoke I've got. Let me help make your own lungs insatiably hungry for more!"

Lois tried to scream. In a flash Supergirl was by her side. She put her hand over the pretty reporter's mouth. "Hush, Lois. Not a fuckin' word. If you scream I'll break your fuckin' little neck."

"You wouldn't," Lois gasped. "You wouldn't hurt me."

Again Supergirl turned to Alisha. "What do you think, Alisha honey? Should Lois count on the fact that I won't hurt her?"

"I wouldn't if I were you, Lois. She already killed one guy this morning. I saw it with my own eyes. Look, don't you see what happened? Supergirl's turned totally evil. It's the Red Kryptonite in the necklace she's wearing around her neck. Its radiation makes sure she remains totally depraved. So I wouldn't push my luck. I'd go along with her and smoke if I were you."

Lois whimpered. "What is it you want?"

"It's simple, Lois," Supergirl smiled, with a firm grip on her arm. "I want you to smoke."

"But why?"

Supergirl shrugged. "I don't know. I just feel like it. I just feel like fucking with some of my dumb-ass cousin's closest friends. So before Alisha and I leave you, Lois honey, you'll be the next victim of Luthor's ingenious additive to cigarettes. You'll be a smoker, baby."

Lois tried to struggle. It was no use. "You can't do this," she groaned. "You can't."

Supergirl sneered. "Wrong, bitch. I can and I will. My cousin Superman has had the hots for you for years. I see why. You're a very attractive girl, but you're a total prick. Turning into a smoker might make you slightly better, Lois. Let's try it and see."

Supergirl furiously double-pumped her cigarette, filling her lungs with lots of smoke. She forced Lois' face up against hers. "I'm gonna kiss you, Lois," she sneered, holding the smoky deposit inside. "It's probably your first kiss from another woman; but it's definitely gonna be the last breath you'll ever take as a non-smoker!"

Supergirl pushed her lips on Lois' mouth. Forcing in her tongue, she exhaled. Torrents of thick, rich smoke poured from Supergirl's lips into Lois. Lois tried to resist but Supergirl was too strong. Most of the smoke soon arrived at its destination. Supergirl kept her mouth locked onto Lois' to make sure she didn't breathe any of it out before the smoke had its desired effect.

Finally Supergirl pulled away. She sneered. "So, Lois. How the hell do you feel?"

Lois coughed delicately. Smoke squirted from her contorted mouth. "I feel -. Aargh, I feel awful. You're despicable, Supergirl. Absolutely despicable."

"Thanks, Lois. That's a real compliment coming from a bitch like you." She hit on her cigarette again and exhaled in Lois' direction. "But do you still hate the smell of smoke?"

Lois stubbornly tried to resist. It was no use. She took a deep breath. "Ooh, I do feel it happening. Damn you, Supergirl. Suddenly the smoke you blew toward me smells good. I feel as if I need to have some. I can't believe I'm saying this, but suddenly I do need more of it."

"Naturally," Supergirl snickered. "Alisha, why don't you help Lois? She says she needs a cigarette."

"God, I don't know, Supergirl," Alisha smirked back. "After all, just now Lois said some really heartless things about you. I'm not sure we should help her. Maybe we should just let her suffer."

"No," Lois begged. "No, don't do that to me. God, I need a cigarette. I can't stand it. I really do. Please, don't do this to me, Supergirl."

Alisha had just crushed out her Newport 100 and was lighting up another. Supergirl grinned at her comrade. "You know, Alisha, you're right. Yeah, we should just let Lois endure a little nicotine deprivation. It might do her good."

"No," Lois repeated frantically. "No, I need a cigarette." She gazed longingly at the one Alisha held in her hand. "I'll do anything you want. Just give me a cigarette!"

Supergirl sighed. That's what she wanted to hear. "Okay, Lois. Fine. Take off your blouse."

"What?"

"I said, take off your fuckin' blouse, and your bra, too. I want to see your big tits."

"No, I can't do that," Lois pleaded. "It's perverted."

"Yeah, you got that right," Supergirl happily agreed. She wiggled her fingers at Alisha. Her friend handed her another one of her Newport 100's. "Thank you, dear. See, Lois, I need another cigarette myself," she teased, taking it in her fingers. Supergirl slipped in her mouth and lit up the Newport. She took a powerful drag. "Ah, yeah. God, it tastes so fuckin' wonderful," she groaned happily. "God, I love to smoke, Alisha. Don't you?"

Lois was seething. The sight and smell of the other girls smoking in her presence was simply too much. "Come on, Supergirl. I'm dying here. I can't stand it. Please give me one!"

"Then take off your blouse and your bra, honey," Supergirl repeated pointedly. "If you do, we'll give you one."

With trembling fingers Lois began unbuttoning her blouse. She took a deep breath, trying to breathe in some of the smoke floating through the room. But it wasn't enough. With a big sigh she reached behind and unhooked her bra. She now stood naked from the waist up.

"Okay, God damn it. Now will you let me have one?"

"Not yet, Lois," Supergirl smirked. "Next your skirt, and after that your panties."

Resigned to her fate, Lois glumly unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the floor. She then stepped out of her panties. She was totally naked from head to toe. "Okay. Now?"

"Almost, honey. But you're still not done. You have to earn your cigarette. You can't have it for free. So now I want you to make love with Alisha."

"What?"

"You heard me," Supergirl laughed. "Just pretend you're in a porn video. Make believe that you're a dirty fuckin' lesbian and that can't wait to suck Alisha's pussy. Get it?"

Enraged, Lois angrily shook her head. "God, I can't believe you're making me do this!"

"You don't have to. If you prefer Alisha and I will leave; leave you without cigarettes. Oh, eventually you'll make it downstairs to a store where you can buy some. That'll take, what? Maybe half an hour? Do you think you can wait half an hour before you get to smoke?"

Lois' hands were trembling violently. "No, I can't," she admitted.

"I didn't think so. Then just do it, damn it. If you're a real good girl, or perhaps I should say a real bad girl, then Alisha will share her cigarette with you while you two fuck."

Tormented by her cravings, Lois couldn't fight. She sighed and walked naked over to grinning Alisha. As Supergirl watched, the saucy teenager welcomed Lois into her arms and gave her a big wet kiss. Surprisingly, Lois eagerly sucked on the blond's lips. She was trying to extract some smoke from Alisha's breath.

"Shit, you're such a pathetic sight, Lois," Supergirl laughed. "You're even willing to prostitute yourself for nicotine. God, I wish I had a camera. This picture is too evil for words!"

Lois ignored Supergirl's comment. She needed smoke. So submissively she kissed and pawed Alisha, and the pretty blond happily reciprocated. Each time Alisha hit on her cigarette Lois' mouth was there, ready to kiss her and receive more of the smoke she so urgently craved. Alisha happily fed it to her compliant victim. Meanwhile her fingers expertly reached inside Lois' hole and shamelessly twidled her cunt. They repeated the exercise several times. As Alisha gave her more smoke and increased sexual stimulation, Lois slowly began to moan.

"God, feels good, doesn't it, Lois honey?" Supergirl teased mercilessly. "You might actually like being a fuckin' lesbian, sugar. Ah, the combination of smoke and lesbian sex is incredibly sweet. Don't you think?"

Lois opened her mouth and released the smoke Alisha just fed her. "Damn you, Supergirl," she moaned. "The smoke's good but I can't get enough this way. I still need my own cigarette!"

"Okay, Lois. Fair enough. But if we do give you your own cigarette, will you allow Alisha to suck your pussy while you sit back and enjoy it?"

"Anything," Lois groaned. "I don't care. I'll do anything. Just let me have one!"

Alisha eagerly pushed Lois onto the sofa and spread her legs. With a great flourish she finally gave Lois a Newport 100 of her own. The naked brunette groaned in anticipation as she held the cigarette between her trembling fingers waiting breathlessly for a light.

"Light me up," she pleaded. "God, I need it so bad!"

Meanwhile Alisha had buried her head in Lois' bush and was beginning to suck her pussy. Lois jerked involuntarily when she felt the first touch of the blond girl's tongue. Despite her protest, both Supergirl and Alisha could tell Lois liked the feeling.

"Aren't you gonna light me up?" Lois begged. "God, please?"

"Only one more thing, Lois. Tell us you like what Alisha's doing to you."

Lois groaned. "Okay, yeah, I do like it. It does feel good. Truthfully, I feel incredibly turned on right now. But can I please have my cigarette now?"

Lois' hips began to gyrate in response to Alisha sucking her pussy while she firmly held the unlit Newport 100 between her groaning lips. Supergirl smiled. Yeah, it was finally time. She turned her heat vision on the cigarette dangling from Lois' mouth, igniting it.

Lois furiously dragged on the lit cigarette. Without realizing it she performed a perfect double-pump. Over and over Lois sucked smoke deep into her lungs while Alisha continued to pleasure her down below.

"Oh God," Lois groaned in ecstasy. "God, thanks so much! You can't imagine how much I needed this." Her cigarette stayed in her mouth. The lovely brunette couldn't bear to take it out, even to de-ash. Ashes fell onto Alisha's head down below but neither of them cared.

Supergirl was touching herself. The sight of her slutty teenage friend sucking out the beautiful Lois Lane, Superman's fuckin' girlfriend, was so incredibly hot. What made it even better was that Lois finally stopped objecting to what Alisha was doing. She simply sat back and enjoyed both the smoke and the lesbian sex.

Supergirl walked up and quietly took the cigarette from Lois' lips. Before the older woman could object, Supergirl kissed her hard, pushing yet another smoky exhale in her mouth. This time Lois kissed her back as she eagerly accepted the smoke. Supergirl chuckled. God, Lois actually liked it, all of it. Despite a lifetime of displaying a prim and proper exterior, it was quite clear that the star female reporter for the Daily Planet had all the makings of a serious slut.

Supergirl and Alisha continued to pleasure Lois, with Supergirl feeding Lois her smoke in between Lois' own frequent drags. Then all of a sudden Lois started to quiver more intensely.

"Oh my God," the brunette screamed. "Oh shit, I think I'm gonna cum!"

"Let it happen, baby," Supergirl whispered, stroking Lois' naked tits. "Just let yourself go, honey. You're loving it, I can tell. And you should enjoy it. Sex is good, baby. So very good. So just let your body go. Go ahead and enjoy the feeling!"

Lois did just that. With a loud shriek she started to quiver violently, like a leaf in a raging windstorm, passionately jerking her torso. Alisha maintained her position sucking Lois' wet pussy as the reporter's orgasm finally arrived with overpowering impact.

"Aaah," Lois screamed ecstatically. "Oh my God! Oh, yeah. Shit, that feel so fuckin' good! Ooh, I can hardly stand it. Ooh, yeah, honey, keep doing it right there. Ooh, God. Shit!"

Moments later, Lois lay exhausted on the couch, but not so exhausted that she didn't want another cigarette. Repeatedly she took the Newport 100 to her mouth for more smoke. Alisha wiped the cum from her mouth and grinned at Supergirl.

"Mission accomplished, Kara, don't you think?"

"Sure looks like it to me, Alisha. Lois, what do you think?"

"You girls are nothing but evil demons," Lois growled, with smoke spurting from her twisted lips. "Yeah, I had to cum, and yeah, I did enjoy it. It felt good. But that doesn't change the fact that you girls are wicked. Superman will figure out some way to save me from being addicted to these things," she spat out, holding up her cigarette. "He's never failed me before."

"Ah, but the question is, Lois, do you want to be saved? I'm not sure you want to."

Lois hesitated. "He'll save me," she repeated. "Smoking's a terrible habit. Whether I enjoy it or not is irrelevant."

Supergirl grinned. "Lois, understand two things. First, it's not irrelevant. God, you deserve a little pleasure in your fuckin' life. So that's why it was really good for you to cum today like you did, and why you'll continue to enjoy smoking from now on. But second, don't be so sure about Superman saving you. I intend to do the same thing to Superman that I just did to you. Before the end of today, my fuckin' cousin will be smoking like a chimney!"

"But how? How will you do it?"

"It's my own delicious wicked secret, honey. But trust me. It's definitely happening," Supergirl giggled. "Now come on, Alisha. You and I have a date with the big man himself. Before he talks to Jimmy or Lois, you and I need to transform that fuckin' Man of Steel into the evil Bastard of Steel." She giggled. "Ah, the Bitch of Steel and the Bastard of Steel. God, what a team we'll make. Yeah, the world's gonna be a hell of a lot better place once we finally make my stupid cousin every bit as evil as I've become."

"It won't work, Supergirl," Lois called out, with smoke still gushing from her nostrils and her lips. "It never does. Superman always wins over evil in the end."

"Yeah, usually he does. But maybe not this time, Lois," Supergirl smirked. "We'll just have to wait and see about that!"SUPERGIRL GOES BAD

5.The Happy Ending.

As Supergirl and Alisha flew back to Lex's headquarters, Alisha's cell phone rang. She frowned. Very few people had her number other than Lex. Perhaps he was eager for them to return so they could finally spring the trap for Superman.

"Hello?"

"Alisha? Hi, this is Stephanie."

Stephanie from the orphanage? Why in the hell would she be calling?

"Hey, Stephanie. What's up?"

"Did it work, Alisha? Is Linda smoking yet?"

Alisha laughed. "Yeah, it sure did. Yep, Linda's definitely a smoker now!"

"Oh, great. I'm so glad Linda wants to be part of the gang. Hey, I thought you and Linda should know what's happening. Miss Andrews thinks you and Linda ran away this morning."

Alisha frowned. "We didn't figure the old bitch would figure it out till much later. Didn't we finish our cleanup work okay?" Before they left, Linda as Supergirl had quickly done everything required in their area.

"That wasn't the problem," Stephanie went on. "Miss Andrews went back there to look for you at lunchtime. When she didn't find you she called that distant relative of Linda's, Clark Kent."

Alisha turned to Supergirl. "Apparently Miss Andrews knows we're missing. She called somebody named Clark Kent. Who the hell is he?"

Supergirl groaned. "He's my cousin. That's Superman's secret identity."

"Holy shit," Alisha grimaced. "Anything else we should know, Stephanie?"

"Only that the Kent guy drove out here and started asking around. He's real worried about Linda. I don't know where you guys went but I thought you ought to know." Stephanie paused. "You said if I helped you you'd let me part of your gang, Alisha. I really want that!"

"Yeah, thanks, Stephanie. That's a big help. Don't worry. When we get back we'll take good care of you for watching our backs. Yeah, you're proving you're wicked enough. So along with Linda I think I'm about ready to let you be in the gang."

"Thanks, Alisha. That's great. But the main thing I need right now is more cigarettes. You promised to bring me a whole carton of Newport 100's. Remember?"

Alisha laughed. "Yeah, I remember, Steph. Don't worry. We'll get it for you. Just remember. You don't know anything about where we went or where we are. Got it?"

"It won't be hard to play dumb," Stephanie admitted. "I don't know where you are."

"And trust me, honey," Alisha snickered. "It's better for you that way. But we'll pay you back for this. Trust me."

"Okay, Alisha. Say hi to Linda for me. God, I'm real glad she started to smoke and also wants be part of your gang, Alisha. Just take care of yourselves, okay?"

"We will. Thanks. Bye."

Supergirl glared. "Shit! This means my cousin is on my ass now. He's suspicious. He knows something's up. God, this is gonna make it a hell of a lot harder to trap him."

They landed in the abandoned field outside Metropolis. Alisha started toward the abandoned shed with the secret passage into Lex's hideout. "Shall we say anything to Lex?"

"No, let's not," Supergirl sighed. "We'll let Lex think we're going along with his plan to trap Superman. But instead I think I should do it myself."

"Yeah, but if Superman knows something's wrong, his guard will be up. I don't want him to outsmart you."

"Yeah, but all I have to do is get close to him," Supergirl smirked wickedly, fingering her red necklace. "As soon as he's close enough to feel the effects of the Red Kryptonite in this little piece of jewelry, it won't matter anymore. I'll call Superman and meet him myself. Meanwhile you should go back to the orphanage."

"The orphanage? Why? I thought we were done with that fuckin' rat-hole! And how can you call Superman? He doesn't exactly have a cell phone, does he?"

Supergirl laughed. "He and I use a supersonic whistle to contact each other when we're in trouble. It's so high-pitched no human ear can hear it. Don't worry. I'll get ahold of him. But meanwhile you should go back to the orphanage. It's safer. I don't want you staying with Lex. He's too unpredictable. So just take all our stuff with you and keep it hidden. When you get back tell Miss Andrews that Linda's sorry and she'll be back real soon. Maybe it'll make Miss Andrews call Clark Kent and tell him there's no cause for alarm. Meanwhile I'll try to reach Superman myself."

Alisha shrugged. "Okay. But be careful, Kara." She kissed her. "God, I don't want Superman to ruin everything we've worked for."

"Don't worry, honey. One way or the other this will all work out," Supergirl reassured her friend, abruptly giving Alisha a playful pinch on the ass. "Now let's go inside and get the stuff, including the rest of the yummy Red Kryptonite cigarettes. Then I'll fly you to Midvale so you can wait for me at the orphanage."

"But what'll we tell Lex?"

"We'll tell Lex we've had a small change of plans. What's he gonna do? He might be pissed but he sure can't lure Superman into a trap without me. But what he doesn't know is that I plan to trap Superman myself first, turn him into a real baddie, and then together the new and improved Superman and I will deal with Luthor together."

They headed down the passageway into Lex's hideout.

---

After returning Alisha to Midvale, Supergirl sounded her high-pitched super whistle and waited for a response. In a few minutes she heard her cousin's whistle in reply and immediately flew off in the direction of the sound.

The sound came from high in the air, several miles above Metropolis. That was weird. What was Super-Jerk doing up there? She flew up to meet him in the air.

Above the clouds she saw him, suspended in the atmosphere carrying some kind of gadget. She waved and flew close to him. He raised his hand and waved her away.

"Superman, what's wrong? I need to talk to you."

"I'm monitoring Lex Luthor's movements," Superman explained. "I'm using this tracking device. But if you come too near it'll mess up the recording."

Supergirl frowned. "Why do you need that thing? Just use your telescopic vision."

"But the tracker records information that I scan into my computer," Superman explained patiently, looking intently through the viewscreen on the device he carried. "So what is it you want to talk about?"

It was strange that he said nothing about her sexy new uniform. Maybe he just hadn't noticed yet.

"I need to talk to you about the Lex Luthor thing," Supergirl called back. "Can we land so we can talk more comfortably?"

"In a minute," Superman repeated. "This will just take another second or two."

Supergirl hovered impatiently. Shit, she needed to be just a little closer to hit him with the rays from the Red Kryptonite stone mounted in her necklace and finally transform him in a totally unprincipled bastard.

As she waited she noticed her cousin look up. She felt warmth. Oh shit, she realized. He's turning his heat vision on me! Her first reaction was laughter. Hell, his heat vision couldn't hurt her. But then she saw it happen. Before her horrified eyes her beloved necklace evaporated under the onslaught of Superman's heat vision. The same thing happened to the second necklace she was carrying, the one intended for him. When the metal melted to liquid, the small Red Kryptonite stones inside started to fall to the earth.

"Oh fuck," she groaned. She turned to fly after the falling Red Kryptonite. "I gotta catch them!"

Then she felt it. Searing pain began shooting through her body. She looked back in horror. Luminous green radiation was coming at her from the tracking device Superman held in his hands. She blinked. Hell, that was no tracking device! Fuck! It was some kind of Green Kryptonite shock ray that her fuckin' cousin was using on her!

Now totally paralyzed by the deadly Green Kryptonite radiation, the last thing that Supergirl remembered was falling helplessly through the air. Then she lost consciousness.

---

Supergirl blinked her eyes. She saw wisps of vapor coming from her mouth. At first she thought she was smoking. But then she realized it wasn't smoke. It was only her breath. It was cold, frigidly cold. She looked around. She was inside Superman's Fortress of Solitude.

Her muscular cousin was standing over her. He smiled. "Welcome back, Kara. Sorry I had to give you a paralyzing blast of that Green Kryptonite ray gun. But it merely stunned you. I only knocked you out for your own good, you know. I had to save you from your evil self."

Supergirl groggily nodded her head. "Oh, I feel so fuzzy. I can barely remember what happened, Superman. Geez, I have such a headache."

"Green Kryptonite does that," Superman chuckled. "But you're already better. The computer body scan shows that the effects of the Green Kryptonite stun gun have nearly disappeared. More important, it shows the effects from the Red Kryptonite necklace are also mostly gone now. Welcome back, Kara. The evil you has almost totally vanished."

She tried to sit up. It was difficult. "Oh, I was evil, wasn't I?" She sighed with deep regret. "Yeah, I remember part of it. Oh, it was the Red Kryptonite in those cigarettes. I remember now. Then after I smoked them I stole the rest of the Red Kryptonite from Janetti, the contractor who supposedly buried it, and made myself a necklace out of it, didn't I?"

Superman nodded. "Yes, it looks like your memory's slowly coming back. It'll be a little blurry for awhile. And much of it you probably don't want to remember, frankly."

She rubbed her head. "But how did you know -?"

Superman laughed warmly. "Remember, Kara, I'd been tracking Luthor's movements for awhile. I already had some idea what he was up to. My underworld contacts told me he was researching tobacco manufacturing processes and the physiology of nicotine addiction. That seemed strange. Others reported Lex was working on trying to vaporize Kryptonite into little microscopically fine particles. I put two and two together and figured out that he intended to use smoke in vapor form as a Kryptonite delivery system. The only thing I never thought of was that Luthor would use his evil plans on you first, Kara, instead of me."

"Yeah, he figured out I was Linda Lee," Supergirl muttered. "I remember that."

"Hmm," Superman pondered. "In the future we need to be careful to disguise your flight paths," he smiled compassionately. "With satellite photos Luthor undoubtedly quickly figured out that you lived in Midvale. It's a risk of being in a small town. He must have deduced it pretty easily once he knew you had to live somewhere in or around that small community."

"Yeah, that's what he said," she remembered. She rubbed her eyes. Oh my God, she silently mused. Did Superman know all the other things that happened, how she had sex with Luthor, with Jimmy Olsen and also with Lois Lane? She shuddered. She suddenly felt terribly embarrassed and ashamed.

"Wait," Supergirl exclaimed. "What about smoking? Lex said I'd be addicted to nicotine forever once I smoked one of his Kryptonite cigarettes."

"I know," Superman nodded. "Look at your arm." She did, and saw a patch attached to it. "That's a nicotine patch. The effects of the Red Kryptonite wore off fairly quickly. The lungs really have a marvelously efficient cleaning mechanism set up to sweep out particles that get trapped there. But the Green Kryptonite particles, combined with Lex's chemical additive in the smoke you inhaled, seems to have permanently changed your body, making it continuously need a high level of nicotine. Until I figure out how to cure it you need to wear nicotine patches. But at least you won't have to smoke."

She felt woozy, but at the same time clearheaded. Her old values and ethics seemed to be comfortably back in place. Except for one thing. She felt a strange sadness about not smoking. It was odd, but it was the one thing she regretted leaving behind after she shed her evil persona. Well, it didn't matter. She'd get used to wearing a nicotine patch.

"I talked to some Justice League members about the problem," Superman was saying. "In real life the Flash is a chemist, and Batman's alter ego Bruce Wayne has lots of resources available to him. Don't worry, Kara. We'll figure out a way to rid you of the need for nicotine." He frowned. "It's not just you, you realize. Do you remember infecting both Jimmy and Lois with your cigarettes?"

She closed her eyes. She nodded. "Yeah. I'm so sorry, Kal-El."

"Don't worry, Kara. It wasn't you; not really. That piece of Red Kryptonite is terrifying. I remember when I was exposed to it that time. Thankfully it was short-lived. So I know the damage you were capable of. I'm just glad nothing worse happened."

Supergirl nodded. She smiled guiltily. Maybe Lois and Jimmy didn't tell him the whole story of what happened that morning. Just as well!

"The body scan is coming back almost normal, Kara. I'm about ready to take you back to the orphanage. Miss Andrews called me when you turned up missing early this morning. She thinks you ran away with another girl. Who was she?"

Supergirl thought. She knew Superman was right. There was another girl. She wracked her brain to think of her name. But for some reason she couldn't. Or was something inside of her trying to protect that other girl?

"I can't remember. I know there was a girl involved. I just can't think who she was."

"It doesn't matter," Superman smiled. "She probably fled when you didn't come back with me as your victim. If she went back to Luthor's hideout she'll get caught. I tipped off the police. Right now they should be moving in to capture Luthor and take him back to prison. But don't worry. Your memory of everything that happened the last 24 hours should come back eventually. Whoever that girl was, she was a member of Luther's gang. Somehow she exposed you to the Red Kryptonite cigarettes."

"I just can't think," Supergirl groaned. "But you're right. She's undoubtedly gone now."

"I think you're ready to go back. You'll be weak for a few hours till the effects of that Green Kryptonite ray fully wear off. But you can recover at the orphanage as well as here." He smiled. "I don't want Miss Andrews to worry about you. And did you hear the good news?"

"No, what's that?"

"Miss Andrews has a family interested in adopting you. Their name is Danvers. I don't want Miss Andrews to think that you running away means adoption's a bad idea. I want you to have a real family, Kara. The Danvers are nice. I did a background check on them. They'd be great parents."

"That sounds nice," Supergirl smiled graciously. She sat up. "Ooh, I am weak."

"I'll fly you back to Midvale. You can change into your Linda Lee clothes behind the orphanage and then Clark Kent will return you to Miss Andrews. Our story will be that you came to Metropolis looking for me. But I talked you into returning to the orphanage. Okay?"

"Sure."

"One more thing. We need to do something about the horrible redesign you did to your costume, Kara. You can't fight crime in that outfit!"

Supergirl felt defensive. She still liked her new costume. "Oh come on, Superman. It's not so bad. It's no more revealing than Wonder Woman's outfit, for crying out loud. Okay, maybe mine's a little too low-cut and shows off a little too much of my thighs. But you don't complain about Wonder Woman."

Superman smiled. "Yeah, but Wonder Woman's not my cousin. She's also not just a teenager. Okay, we can talk about it later. Maybe after your head clears a little more you'll decide you want to return to your old costume. Let's leave it at that."

Soon they were soaring over the Arctic sky, heading for Midvale. With Superman's super-speed the trip was over in seconds. They landed in the woods behind the orphanage. It was evening. Linda put her costume inside the tree where she kept her changes of clothes. She donned her brunette wig and the top and shorts she wore that morning.

Superman frowned as he looked her over. "Hmm. I see that you also changed Linda Lee," he muttered with thinly disguised disapproval. "Gosh, that outfit is pretty skimpy."

"I know it is. I won't wear it again. But I sort of like this new wig. I was tired of those silly looking braided pigtails I used to have. I think this wig makes me look older. I want to keep it. So I guess I should pay the store I stole it from as the evil Maid of Steel, shouldn't I?"

Superman nodded and he likewise changed, quickly becoming mild-mannered reporter Clark Kent. Linda and Clark walked around to the front of the building and in through the front door of the orphanage. Miss Andrews was the first to see her.

"Oh, Linda. Oh my goodness. I was so worried. Thankfully Mr. Kent found you. Mr. Kent, I'm so glad I called you so you could be on the lookout for her."

"It turns out Linda didn't really run away, Miss Andrews," Clark smiled, fibbing. "Linda just felt lonely having no family. She's always felt like she has some connection with me, perhaps because I was the one who temporarily took her in after her parents died." She patted Linda on the head. "But she feels better now. She's back."

Miss Andrews gave her a hug. "Alisha told me you'd be back, honey," she bubbled. "But I'm so glad to see you with my own eyes." She called out. "Girls, Linda's back!"

A number of girls came in response to the call. They gathered around Linda, hugging her and even kissing her. Clark smiled. Clearly his younger cousin was well-liked by all the girls in the orphanage.

"Mr. Kent, why don't you take Linda up to her room? I'm sure she's exhausted after her long trip." She smiled at the brown-haired teenager. "And tomorrow, Linda, I made an appointment for you to meet Mr. and Mrs. Danvers. Did Mr. Kent tell you about them?"

Linda nodded and smiled. "Yes, that's great, Miss Andrews. But right now it just feels good to be home. This orphanage will always feel like home to me."

Walking up the stairs with Clark, Linda felt happy. Happy and relieved. The evil Supergirl was gone. She felt normal again. Apart from the patch on her arm feeding her a constant supply of nicotine, everything was back to normal. And after her cousin talked to his Justice League friends, even that might soon be gone.

They walked to Linda's room. She opened the door and they went inside. Clark sat on the bed while she turned on the lamp on her desk. She turned to her cousin. "Thanks for everything today, Superman," she whispered gratefully. "You're sure smart. You certainly managed to keep my evil twin from getting to you like she planned."

"Well, it's not often that I get blindsided, Linda," Clark grinned. "It takes someone pretty clever to pull the wool over my eyes."

All at once they heard a timid knock on Linda's door. A teenage girl stood shyly in the doorway, bashfully smiling. "Uh, excuse me, Linda. I missed saying `hi' and welcoming you back with the other girls downstairs. So I had to come by. I want to give you a big, welcome-home hug!" With no hesitation she crossed the room and wrapped her arms around Linda's neck, pulling their bodies close. "Welcome back, Linda, honey," she whispered softly in the brown-haired girl's ear. "Welcome all the way back!"

The girl turned to smile at Clark. "Oh, Mr. Kent," she effused. "You don't know how much I appreciate you bringing Linda back personally. I was so worried! If you don't mind I'd like to give you a big hug, too. Is that okay?"

Clark was a tad embarrassed by this proposed unexpected show of affection from a total stranger. But he understood the girl's relief. "Sure, that's fine," he smiled, standing up so the teenager could embrace him. "I'm sorry, but I didn't catch your name. What is it again?"

Wrapping her arms around Clark the pretty blond teenager embraced him almost too enthusiastically. "Alisha," she whispered in his ear. "I'm Alisha Keener."

Clark glanced over at Linda. She had a peculiar smile on her face. It wasn't strange for her to be smiling. But this was a mocking smile; a smug, condescending, almost arrogant grin.

All at once Clark put his hands on his head. "Ooh," he groaned stiffly. "I feel strange. Something's wrong." In disbelief he stared at the pretty little blond teenager still by his side. "What the -?"

Reaching in her blouse Alisha pulled out a necklace. Inside it was a shiny red stone that glowed. "Do you like my new necklace, Mr. Kent? I just got it this morning. Isn't it nice? Would you like to touch it?"

"No," Clark stammered. "No, take that thing away from me," he gasped. "This can't be happening."

"Oh, but it is, Mr. Kent. Or should I say, Superman?" Alisha snickered spitefully.

Alisha was joined by Linda. By now the pretty brunette's odd smile had changed into a full-blown sneer. As she came to Alisha's side Linda unhooked the necklace and took it off. She caressed it lovingly, touching the glowing red stone and turning it over in her fingers. Still clutching it tenderly, abruptly she turned and with no qualms kissed her friend on the mouth.

"Holy shit, Alisha baby! You're the greatest. Yeah, you're a fuckin' lifesaver," Linda cooed with a wicked giggle, nibbling impudently the buxom blond's ear. "God, thanks so much for wearing one of the backup Red Kryptonite necklaces for me. It sure as hell did the trick. Fuck, I think my cousin Clark appreciates it, too. You do, don't you, Clark?"

Clark still stood by the bed with his head in his hands. He looked up. "It's happening," he whispered. "I'm trying to fight it but it's happening. Linda, I can't believe you did this. But why? The body scan said the Red Kryptonite was all worn off."

"Right, it was" the brunette replied flippantly. She circled him carrying the glowing necklace with a condescending air. "But you didn't know, Clark, and I forgot as soon as the Red Kryptonite wore off, that Alisha and I had prepared a little fail-safe plan. You see, I made four Red Kryptonite necklaces out of the rock I stole from Janetti. Your heat vision destroyed two of them this afternoon, the one around my neck and the other one I had in my hand to put around yours. But I was afraid something might go wrong. So Alisha came back to the orphanage with the other two." She lifted the radiant red necklace in the air. She smirked knowingly at her blond accomplice. "My God, Alisha honey, it's so fuckin' pretty, isn't it? Don't you just love the way it glows? You know what? I think my cousin wants to touch it. Don't you, Clark?"

"No," he groaned crossly. "No, keep it away from me!"

Alisha came between them. "Please, let me handle him, baby." Taking the iridescent necklace from Linda she began swinging it back and forth in front of Clark. "You feel it, don't you? Yeah, it's happening. You're changing. Come on, don't deny it, Superman. I can tell your delicious transformation's well underway," the blond teen teased mercilessly. "Yeah, deep inside of you a strange new attitude is desperately trying to push itself out. God damn, it's so wicked, isn't it? But you love that. You find it incredibly alluring, don't you? Yeah, you can't wait for it to take you over totally so you can ditch the old goody-goody Superman forever." She cackled. "Shit, baby, stop fighting. We all know it's fuckin' inevitable!"

Impudently she pulled off his necktie and ripped open his shirt, revealing his red and blue uniform underneath. "You need to be bad, don't you, Superman? Yeah, you're fuckin' sick of being good," Alisha teased. "You want to do something appallingly wicked, something totally reprehensible, don't you?" A malicious little laugh followed. "Well, honey, that's fine with me. In fact, I intend to help you descend into wickedness." She pushed her lithe teenage body against his and french-kissed him fervently, repeatedly forcing her tongue inside his trembling lips. She let out an irreverent laugh. "Yeah, I'm gonna make you be so bad tonight!"

"No," he groaned, halfheartedly trying to push her away. "No, I don't want to."

"Oh yes you do, Superman," Alisha cooed. "God, look! You sure as hell do want it. Shit, your cock's already so big and hard! It's sticking straight up inside your pants. And best of all for you, I'm a real slut and so you want to fuck me. Admit it, honey. It's true. You want to fuck me, don't you? You can't help it. God, you want me so bad. So let's hear you say it."

A strange look of desire gradually crept over his face. Suddenly his eyes appeared to clear. "Oh shit," Superman murmured quietly. "God, I never dreamed I'd feel this way, but I do. Yeah, you're right, Alisha. Maybe it's because you're such a slutty little teenager. I don't know. But God, I can't deny it. Yeah, I really do want to fuck you!" He suddenly let out an evil laugh. "Hell, it is true. You're so right. All I want to do is fuck!" Pushing his abdomen against hers, he shamelessly wrapped his arms around Alisha's neck. "Evil sounds lots more fun than how I used to be," he laughed callously. He kissed the teenager this time and showed no reluctance. "God, I do want you, you little bitch. Can we do it right here in Linda's room?"

"Yeah, why not?" she giggled happily, glancing at Linda who grinned back as Alisha grabbed Superman's ass with both hands. "But I'm a smoker, baby. I want you to smoke, too. Don't you want to be a smoker along with Kara and me? God, you should because being a smoker's very wicked, Superman. Doesn't smoking a delicious Red Kryptonite cigarette with your cousin and me sound like fun? Yeah, and once you get some of the delicious smoke deep inside your lungs it'll make you even wickeder!"

Superman nodded. "I need to be bad," he groaned eagerly. "Let me have one!"

"Wait a sec," Linda urged. "I'll go to your room, Alisha, and get the last necklace and the Red Kryptonite cigarettes. I think both Superman and I should wear matching red necklaces. Don't you agree?" As Alisha nodded Linda touched the back of her cousin's neck. "How about you, Kal-El? Do you want a Red Kryptonite necklace like mine to wear?"

Superman let out a deep, guttural laugh. "Kara, whatever keeps me feeling exactly the way I feel right now is the only fuckin' thing I want," he snickered evilly. "Hey, Kara, I'm gonna fuck your little friend. Do you want to watch me fuck her?"

"Absolutely," Linda giggled, delighted by her cousin's rapid transformation. She knew putting the last necklace around his neck would seal it for good. Eagerly she ran to Alisha's room, returning with the remaining necklace and a pack of Lex's Kryptonite cigarettes. She was about to close and lock the door, but before she did she cautioned the other two. "Hey, we have to be quiet. The other girls will hear us if we're too loud."

"Shit, I don't give a fuck," Superman crowed arrogantly. His shirt hung wide open and his red `S' was clearly displayed. "I intend to enjoy myself." He began to touch Alisha, feeling up her tits and kissing her like a man consumed with unbridled passion, which clearly he was.

All of a sudden another girl stuck her head in the door. "Hey, Linda. I'm so glad you're back." The disguised Maid of Steel turned to look. It was lovely 16 year old Stephanie.

Seeing the groping couple going at it, Stephanie gasped. "Oh my God! What the hell's going on?" Slowly a leering grin emerged. "Holy shit, Linda," she giggled impishly. "Your cousin Mr. Kent is getting it on with Alisha." She serenely smiled at Linda. "God, how cool!"

Linda pulled her into the room. Closing the door she locked it. "Look, Stephanie, you didn't see this," she bullied the still smiling redhead. "If you tell Miss Andrews I'll break your fuckin' little neck."

Clark didn't stop. His mouth was on Alisha's and his hands were all over her. Alisha broke free just long enough to pacify Linda. "Don't worry, honey. Stephanie will be totally cool with it. You may not know, but she was in a real tough gang before they sent her to this fuckin' orphanage. Stephanie has potential, honey, lots of it. She's nearly as slutty as you and me."

Linda grinned. "Really, Steph?"

The redhead smiled proudly. "Sure. I never did prostitution like Alisha did. But I easily could've if I hadn't been sent here after my parents died," she smugly declared. "Alisha coming was the best thing ever for me, Linda. She understood me and finally I had someone to smoke with. Alisha and I also slept together a lot. You know? We had sex?" She giggled impishly. "Yeah, I'm definitely a real bad-ass. But Alisha tells me you've finally wised up, Linda. She says she's corrupted you. God, I'm so glad. She even says you might start a gang. Shit, I'd love to go with you. I'd love to get the hell out of this damn place." She grinned as Alisha and Clark kept pawing each other. "Hell, I thought your cousin Mr. Kent was a real straight arrow. But from the look of it the only thing straight about him right now is his cock standing straight up!"

Linda wrapped her arms around the impudent grinning redhead. "Steph, I misjudged you. But I'm glad to discover just what a bad girl you truly are. Yeah, Alisha's right. She and I are sort of forming a gang. Maybe you're ready to be part of it. That is, if you're up for fooling around with me while Alisha and Clark go at it. What do you say, beautiful?"

Stephanie grinned. Brazenly she kissed Linda. "Honey, I've had the hots for you a long, long time." She laid her hand on Linda's breasts. "I'd be delighted for a chance to show you just how slutty I can be." She squeezed Linda's tits. Lust bubbled up within her. "Hell, I was a real bitch in my former life, Linda; pre-orphanage, that is."

Linda sighed. "Great, Steph. But one more thing. Did Alisha tell you who I really am?"

"No. What do you mean? Who?"

"Did you know that Alisha worked for Lex Luthor?" From the look on Stephanie's face she clearly didn't. "Yeah, Alisha was helping Luthor with a devious plan to corrupt Supergirl and Superman and turn them both totally evil. It's a long story, but that's why Alisha was so impatient to corrupt me." Linda reached up and pulled off her brown wig, revealing her blond hair. "See, I'm Supergirl's secret identity."

Stephanie groaned. "Oh God! Oh shit!"

"No, it's okay, Steph," Linda giggled huskily. "The plan worked to perfection. Both Superman and I are evil now. Aren't we, Superman?"

Clark turned around. Stephanie saw the red `S' on the uniform beneath his open shirt. "Shit, yeah," he laughed. "Now who's this bitch? Is she another of your little teenage sluts?"

Stephanie gasped. "Superman? Oh my God! Linda Lee's Supergirl and Mr. Kent's Superman? Shit!"

"It's like I said, honey," Linda purred, stroking Stephanie's tits. "It's okay. Alisha totally fucked us. She made us evil. It's good news for you, baby, since you're evil, too, aren't you?"

"Uh, yeah," Stephanie groaned hesitantly, finally realizing she wasn't in danger after all. Hell, if Linda wasn't full of shit then Supergirl herself was feeling her up and Superman was about to fuck Alisha. She shook her head in disbelief. "God, this is crazy! Supergirl and Superman evil?" She laughed wantonly. "And is this the gang Alisha was talking about?"

Linda nodded her blond head. "Sure as hell, Steph. So, are you in or not? But let me warn you. Superman and I are pretty despicable now. No telling what kind of wicked shit you'll get involved in if you join forces with us."

Stephanie responded by turning Linda's head to kiss her on the mouth. "I always thought you were hot, Linda," she sighed happily. "But now I find out you're Supergirl and you've been corrupted. Hell yeah, I'd love to join you." She kissed the Maid of Steel and brushed her hands over Supergirl's tits this time. "God I'm glad I agreed to help Alisha. Shit, it's my lucky day!"

Superman brusquely interrupted. "Look, girls, this is great but I don't want to be interrupted anymore. I'm hard and I want to fuck Alisha. Let's fly to my place in Metropolis. It only takes a few seconds. Then all of us can do whatever the hell we want as long as we want. What do you say?"

"Shit, sounds real good to me," Alisha giggled. "How `bout you, Linda and Stephanie?"

Stephanie smiled and the partially disguised Maid of Steel nodded. "Just one more thing before we go," Linda giggled. She gleefully put the last glowing red necklace over her cousin's head. Rejoining the lovely redheaded teenager Linda put her arm around Stephanie. "God, it's such a nice look for you, Kal-El," she snorted wickedly. "Now don't ever take it off."

"I sure as hell won't. Keep yours on, too," her cousin smirked back. "Shit, each passing minute I feel more and more decadent. But God, I love it. Kara, no wonder you wanted to expose me to one of your Red Kryptonite necklaces! It's fabulous. And I can't wait to smoke one of those Red Kryptonite cigarettes so I can turn into a smoker!"

Suddenly they both heard it. It was a distant cry for help. A bridge had collapsed outside of Metropolis and literally dozens of cars were on the verge of falling into the Metropolis River. Many cars had already fallen in.

Superman and Supergirl momentarily stared at each other. Then they both laughed. "Shit, fuck em," he scornfully muttered. "Fuck em all." He wrapped his arm around Alisha while Linda reached for Stephanie. "We have better things to do tonight than be fuckin' superheroes."

Moments later the four of them were in Metropolis at his place. Supergirl shed her wig and proudly wore her sexy new uniform. Superman had on his red and blue costume. Around Supergirl's neck was her glowing Red Kryptonite necklace. Superman proudly wore his, too.

Alisha finally gave Superman one of the special cigarettes. "Superman, honey, you simply have to be a smoker just like we all are," she grinned. "These cigarettes are great. Smoking one makes sure you're totally addicted to nicotine forever. You'll never want to quit smoking once you try `em." She giggled and glanced over at Supergirl. The Bitch of Steel had removed the nicotine patch from her arm and was busy lighting up a Newport 100 for herself. Stephanie of course eagerly joined in, too.

Superman gratefully accepted Alisha's gift. "Light me up, baby," he crowed. "The new evil Superman is definitely gonna be a lifelong smoker!"

Alisha clicked a lighter to fire up his cigarette. Superman took his first drag and without waiting sucked smoke deep into his chest. "Ah," he groaned. "I feel it working. It's making me want more smoke." He laughed and dragged again. "God, it's so great." He tipped his head and released a thick exhale. "The best part is that I feel it making me even more immoral. Right now I suspect there's almost nothing I won't do."

Supergirl sauntered sexily over to her cousin. "Hmm, let's see about that," she sneered. Stepping up on her tiptoes she kissed him on the lips. "Mm," she groaned. "That's fuckin' nice." She turned to Alisha and Stephanie. "Girls, I think Superman wants to fuck all three of us tonight."

"But he's your goddamn cousin, Kara," Alisha objected. "God, that's really evil!"

Supergirl just laughed. She put Superman's free hand on her big round tits. He didn't pull back. Instead he began to squeeze them affectionately. Lust was shining in his blue eyes.

Supergirl laughed. "So what if it's evil? Superman and I want to fuck. Who the hell cares? After all, we both find being evil totally irresistible now," she giggled. "Think about it, Alisha. Why should that stop us? Hell, I already fucked Jimmy Olsen this morning and together you and I had sex with the lovely Lois Lane." She kissed Superman harder this time, and the whole time he kept massing her tits. "If we fuck it only proves we're both as bad as we can be."

Superman laughed arrogantly. "You fucked Jimmy? Hell, he didn't tell me that. And you girls also did Lois?" He shook his head and cackled. "God, girls, that's fabulous." He leered at his wicked cousin. "Kara, I'm gonna enjoy being bad with you. You're such a sexy little super-slut." He shot a grin at 16 year old Stephanie, more of a leer than a smile. He began rubbing his cock through his red pants. "Shit, yeah, I'd love to fuck all three of you girls one after the other. I can handle it. After all, they don't call me Superman for nothing!"

Alisha and Stephanie joined the former superheroes. "I must be the luckiest girl alive," Alisha smirked. "I want to be the first girl to get fucked by Superman and Supergirl at the same time."

"Yeah, but you won't be the last," Supergirl said with a malicious giggle. "I can guarantee that! Right, Stephanie?"

"God, getting fucked by Superman himself! What a rush," the redhead giggled. "And with Supergirl joining in? Hell, I'm sure glad I decided to stick my head in your room tonight!"

"Look, you disgusting redheaded slut, as soon as I fuck Kara and Alisha I'm gonna stick my big cock in your slot, baby," Superman laughed. "God, fucking a 16 year old, a 17 year old and my own teenage cousin. What the hell am I gonna do for an encore?"

Supergirl giggled. "How about Lois Lane? You'd get a kick out of seducing that self-righteous bitch and getting her sweet little ass into bed with you!"

"Perfect," Superman groaned, for Kara was pulling down his red pants and blue tights. His cock stood straight up. She started stroking it and Alisha and Stephanie quickly joined her.

Cigarettes in hand, all four of them kissed and fondled each other ravenously as they kept smoking. Superman forcefully pulled off Supergirl's blouse, exposed her hits and eagerly kissed them. As he did Alisha, Stephanie and Supergirl worked to stroke his super-hard cock as he groaned with pleasure. Soon, consumed by lust Superman eagerly shoved his stiff cock into Supergirl's wet pussy. This time it was Supergirl who groaned with unyielding pleasure.

"God, this is the happiest ending I can imagine," the Bitch of Steel moaned blissfully while Alisha and Stephanie fed her smoke and Superman thrust hard inside her. "Fuck, this is the best!"

"Correction, Supergirl," Alisha grinned wickedly. She shot a sly glance at Superman, then at Stephanie. The buxom blond was especially delighted by the lust on Superman's face as he mercilessly fucked his beautifully wicked teenage cousin, who was acting like a real slut.

"Shit, this isn't a happy ending, Supergirl. No, not at all." Alisha laughed as she fed the groaning Bitch of Steel yet another mouthful of delicious smoke. "No, in fact it's only the beginning!"

THE END