"Hi Supergirl!" Bob Williams smiled warmly at the Girl of Steel as she breezed in through the large glass doors of STAR Labs impressive reception area. "Glad you could make it!"
"You don't think I'd miss a STAR Labs open day, do you?" replied Supergirl, returning Bob's friendly smile. She'd known Bob for some time. He was a technician in the laser weapons division. They often had coffee together when she visited and had got to know each other quite well. "I got a special invitation from the CEO. I'd have been offended if I hadn't!" she smiled, cheekily.
"I've got to dash now, Supergirl, but I'll hopefully be free for a chat later if you like. Give me a ring. You know my extension..." Bob waved as he disappeared down the hall...
Supergirl turned to head into the complex as the younger of the two receptionists spoke up, "Sign in please."
"Sorry?" replied Supergirl, startled a little by the request.
"It's OK Supergirl," said the older of the two women. "I apologize for Arlene. She's not been working here long." She turned and scowled at her young assistant, who blushed visibly. "Supergirl aids us greatly in our business. She is considered staff. She NEVER signs in!"
"Don't worry, Margaret. Arlene here was only doing her job. Weren't you Arlene?"
Supergirl flashed a dazzling smile at the young blond girl. "No offense taken. It's OK." With that, she spun around, her cape lifting up to reveal her gorgeous back and legs to the goggling receptionists. Arlene was particularly affected. Her jaw dropped as she stared at Supergirl's incredible figure, slim waist, broad shoulders, long tanned legs. She'd never seen anyone like it! She still stared even as the Girl of Steel's cape dropped back down to her ankles. Supergirl entered her pass code into the security door and Supergirl disappeared into the building.
STAR Labs was a massive warren-like complex of corridors. Supergirl had been coming here for ages and she knew her way around pretty well. She exchanged pleasantries with people as she went from lab to lab, corridor to corridor. She knew most of them already. Security was at the highest level. There was a low turnover of staff. The screening procedures were long and intensive. Once you passed they wanted to keep you, and the salaries were set accordingly. No-one paid their employees better than STAR Labs. Once a member of their 'family', there was no reason to leave.
As Supergirl walked down one section, she saw the CEO at the far end and walked briskly to meet him. "Steve! How are you?" she shouted ahead.
"Supergirl! I'm fine, how are you? Sexy as ever I see!" he grinned. Steve was not STAR Labs CEO for nothing. He knew how to push all the right buttons. Supergirl grinned and Steve thought he could detect a trace of red in her cheeks. "I was expecting you. Knew you couldn't resist coming in to play with our new toys!"
"Yes, Steve, you've got me summed up, haven't you!" replied Supergirl, punching him playfully and extremely gently on the arm.
"Come! Come in! There's someone here I'd love you to meet," said Steve as he ushered the red and blue bombshell into the door of the lab. "This is Dr Ilyana Vashenko. Dr Vashenko, may I present Supergirl."
Supergirl was pleasantly surprised by the vision before her. The good Dr Vashenko was about 6 feet tall, with her black hair tied back and wearing wire-rimmed glasses. She looked stunning, even in her long, drab, white lab coat that covered her right down to below the knee. As Supergirl shook her hand, she noticed the Doctor_s high strong cheek bones and strong, beautiful features.
"Good to meet you, Supergirl," replied Vashenko with quite a strong Russian accent.
"We were lucky to get Ilyana. She was one of Russia's foremost scientists. She's been working on bio-sensor technology for us. Quite a catch," smiled Steve as he glanced at Ilyana.
Supergirl was by now ambling around the lab, fascinated by the array of complex instruments and computer technology. "This is all yours?" she asked.
"Yes. I had engineering run these up for me from my own designs," replied the tall Russian, "I couldn't bring anything with me."
Supergirl didn't really notice the reply. She loved gadgets and technology. And now her eyes were transfixed on something at the end of the lab. She strolled over to what looked like a full mannequin wearing an interesting looking sky blue suit. "What's this?" she asked.
"Ahh! So you've not lost your instinct for the out of the ordinary, Supergirl," Steve replied. "That's Ilyana's piece de resistance, and the reason that we were so keen to get her to work with us!"
"What is it?" exclaimed Supergirl, now walking around the sexy-looking Mannequin, her eyes running up and down the shiny fabric.
"It's a DataSuit," replied Steve. "It's used to gather a myriad of parameters and measurements on the wearer. The inside of the fabric is covered in a mesh of microscopic sensors that are actually part of the suit material. They transmit data by an encrypted digital carrier signal back to the main computer link."
"What sort of data does it gather?" asked Supergirl, now thoroughly fascinated by the device.
"Just about anything you can measure," interrupted Vashenko. "Pulse, respiratory rate, localized skin temperatures, energy output, in fact just about any physiological factor you care to name. It also measures the exact position in 3D space of over 100,000 discreet points on its surface. We can use that for analyzing human movement. That's useful for simulations as well as being of interest to the boys in the robotics lab."
"Yes, Ilyana, but that's not what makes it special now is it?" interjected Steve. "Ilyana's being too modest, Supergirl. Sure, it does all that, but the sensors are intelligent. They each contain their own CPU and memory and together make up a massively parallel Digital Signal Processor. The upshot of this is that it can actually take the genetic fingerprint of the wearer and process it while they're wearing it, downloading their complete genome sequence to the mainframe in minutes!"
"Wow! Amazing!" blurted the Girl of Steel as she ran her fingers over the surface. "It feels smooth and cool, no sign of any wiring or sensors."
"That's right, Supergirl," replied Vashenko. "The mesh is microscopic. You simply can't feel it."
"Would you like a closer look?" asked Steve.
"Yes, you bet!" answered Supergirl without a second's hesitation, the enthusiasm clearly showing in her voice. Steve moved forward and slipped the suit off the dummy. Draped over his forearm, it looked just like shiny sky blue lycra as he held it up to Supergirl. She took it from him and held it up at arms length by the shoulders.
"Hmm, thicker material than I expected but still very light," she mused.
"Yes, the sensor array does make the material rather thick," replied Vashenko, "but it's also uniquely elastic and resilient. We had to make it that way. A zip would have interfered with the sensor matrix. It'll pull on over the widest of hips without any problem."
"Has it been tested?" asked Supergirl.
"Oh, yes," replied Steve. "We've been running preliminary trials with it for a couple of months now. Ilyana has most of the bugs out. It's working at around 97% performance at this stage."
Supergirl turned the suit around and held it against her front as if sizing up some clothing in a store. Her lovely blond hair fell over the material as she looked down and pressed it into her stomach as if checking the length.
"You look like you'd like to try it, Supergirl," suggested Steve, smiling over at Vashenko.
"Well, the thought had crossed my mind," replied the Girl of Steel. "I must admit I'm more than a little curious to see what readings it would get from me. Even here in STAR Labs I've never had a complete set of readings done. I am very interested in my Kryptonian physiology. It's as much of a mystery to me as it is to you."
"I think you've made Ilyana very happy," replied Steve. "Only last week she was wondering how her suit would work on you. She wouldn't give me a moment's peace until I sent you that personal invitation. You've got her to thank."
Supergirl turned and smiled at the sexy dark-haired Russian, "Well thank you Ilyana. I'm honoured that you thought of me. Now, in return, I will gladly try on your DataSuit for you. Have you anywhere I can change?"
"Yes. Certainly. Just go into my office at the back," answered Vashenko, now sounding excited herself. "I'll get the datalink ready." Supergirl went in and closed the door as Vashenko leaned over a console and started keying in some commands. A few seconds later, Steve's pager went off and he pulled it off his belt and read the message.
"Shit!" exclaimed Steve, "Urgent problem over in nucleonics. I'll have to get over there right away. I'd love to see her in that gorgeous suit but I must go. Can you look after Supergirl for me?"
"Leave her to me," replied Vashenko as Steve disappeared out the door. "Don't worry, Steve. I'll take care of her," she muttered to herself as she continued working at the console.
In the office, Supergirl had stripped off her costume and was holding the suit by the neck. She could see that the inside was a light metallic gray color, like a heat-resistant fabric. She slid one foot through the small neck opening, then the other and started to pull it up. The neck was narrow and was already tight by the time she got it to her calves. Ilyana said it was tough and was meant to be pulled on, so she hauled it higher up, wriggling her wonderful thighs into it.
"God! This IS tight!" muttered Supergirl under her breath as the suit dug into her thigh muscle a little. "What on Earth can it be made of?" she puzzled to herself. She pulled it higher on to her hips, wriggling her legs into it and noticing that it was taking an unexpected amount of effort to pull it up. Even for her.
"How on Earth could an ordinary human get this on?" she whispered to herself as she finally got the neck expanded over her hips. "I'm sure I'm using well over normal human strength levels. Strange!"
The next bit was easy, as her waist was the slimmest part of her body by far.
She gradually worked it up over her large, firm breasts and slid her arms in. As she pulled it up over her shoulders, it slipped up tightly around her neck, the opening now back to its original size with no sign of damage after being
stretched so wide.
Supergirl flung open the office door and jumped out. "Ta-da!" she cried as she made her entrance, only to see that Steve was no longer there. "What happened to Steve?" she asked.
"Oh, he had to go. Something came up," replied Vashenko, her eyes now wandering up and down Supergirl's fabulous body in the skin-tight light blue suit. Supergirl noticed the way Vashenko was looking at her, and the Maid of Might deliberately strutted over towards her, seductively swaying her hips and displaying a sexy smile on her face.
"You look like you approve of me in your suit," said Supergirl in a deep, sensual voice.
"Y..y..yes, Supergirl. It fits you perfectly," stammered Vashenko, struggling to regain her steely composure.
"It feels wonderful on," replied the Girl of Steel as she ran her hands over her waist, hips and thighs while looking Vashenko straight in the eye.
"Ahem!" coughed Vashenko, trying to break the bewitching effect Supergirl was having. "Since you've got it on, perhaps we can do a proper experimental run. Is that OK?"
"Yes, sure," replied Supergirl casually, ignoring Vashenko_s attempts to move on to a safer subject. She loved to entice men and even more so women. Her libido was as super as her muscles, the effect of the Earth conditions on her Kryptonian physiology.
"I've got the video cameras running, Supergirl. But Steve suggested earlier that if we were going to do a full test, it would be better if you wore your costume on top. We could then use it as promotional material, you understand," said Vashenko calmly, having restored her icy cool and collected Russian manner.
"Great idea!" exclaimed the Girl of Steel, "I'll go slip it back on again!" She disappeared back into the office and pulled on her costume. She noticed how it felt even more sexy now as she pulled her own tight uniform over the top of the DataSuit. The two of them rubbed together sensually, hugging her in an exquisite embrace. She pulled up the 'S' over her breasts, now encased in the blue suit. She loved the coolness against her nipples, and the sliding sensation as she carefully adjusted her logo until it was just right. She then readjusted it again, sliding it over her breasts with both hands as her head slipped back and she moaned softly. The materials felt wonderful rubbing over her now rock-hard nipples.
"Are you all right, Supergirl?" came Vashenko's voice from the main lab, snapping her out of her reverie.
"Yup! Just coming!" replied the Girl of Steel. And she very nearly was, as the arousal built strongly within her. She loved taking part in these high-tech experiments, and Ilyana looked like a Russian goddess. She could only imagine what the stuffy scientist was wearing under that white lab coat! And this suit felt so WONDERFUL under her own costume. She loved the way her costume normally gripped her tightly. It always aroused her as she pulled it on and then walked around in it. But with this extra layer of even tighter fabric underneath, she was becoming very HOT. And WET! "God, I wonder if her sensors will pick THAT up," she giggled to herself as she strode confidently back out into the lab.
Vashenko was adjusting the video cameras as Supergirl walked in. "Over here, Supergirl," she said, pointing to the electronic treadmill in the middle of the lab. "Just get on that and start walking. I'll control everything from here," stated Vashenko, entering the sequence to start the treadmill at walking pace. Supergirl stepped on.
"How are we doing?" asked the Maid of Might.
"Perfect!" replied Vashenko. "Sensor array is up and running, data packets coming in fine. Everything's working as expected. How do YOU feel, Supergirl?" quizzed Vashenko as she picked up a largish control pad and started walking around the lab towards her extraordinary new guinea pig.
"Fine!" replied Supergirl as she watch Vashenko enter a new sequence into the pad. Funny. She thought she could feel something 'click' in the suit. No, must be her imagination she thought as she carried on walking.
"How about now?" asked Vashenko again.
"Still fine," replied Supergirl.
"Are you sure?" asked the Russian, an ominous tone in her voice now.
Supergirl looked up at her. "Well, to be honest, I do feel a little strange. Maybe it's my imagination but I seem to be feeling a tingling in the suit. All over it."
"Ah, good, that means it's working, Supergirl," answered Vashenko, the ends of her lips turned up into slight a slight smile.
"Whew! Is it me or is it getting hotter in here?" asked Supergirl. Vashenko just stood and watched, her arms crossed now.
"This is weird!" said Supergirl suddenly, "I could swear the suit is getting tighter. But it can't be. I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable. No, can't be. It must be my imagination!" Her face looked puzzled though, as she stared at the floor while obviously trying to feel for anything unusual in the blue webbing that now encased her shapely figure.
"Getting harder to walk! Feels like it's tightening around my thighs! But that_s... IMPOSSIBLE!" exclaimed Supergirl as she gritted her teeth and exerted her incredible muscles against the strange resistance.
"Surely not," answered Vashenko. "You must be imagining it. No material could have that affect on you, Supergirl, could it?"
"Well... no. But... Oooh! Something weird is definitely going on!" exclaimed Supergirl. "This suit IS getting MUCH tighter! I can feel it squeezing my breasts! I don't like this!! Stop the treadmill Ilyana, I want to get out of this suit!"
"Oh, surely not, Supergirl," answered Vashenko patronisingly. "What can a suit like that POSSIBLY do to harm the Girl of Steel."
Supergirl was confused. She hated showing ANY sign of weakness in public. In fact she never had before. But this was really getting to her. The suit was gripping into her incredibly! She had no doubt at all that it was producing forces way beyond anything a simple fabric generate!
"Vashenko! Stop this walking machine! NOW!!" shouted Supergirl, quite clearly having trouble bending her legs and arms to keep up with it's brisk walking pace.
"What's wrong Supergirl? Feeling a little 'restrained'?" said Vashenko, sarcastically.
Supergirl turned and stepped off the machine, looking a little shaky as if having trouble getting her balance. "Suit! So tight! Switch it off!" she gasped as her hands ran over her body trying to find out what was happening! Vashenko stood her ground with the pad in her hand, doing nothing.
"Give me that pad!!!" cried Supergirl, turning and stumbling towards Vashenko with difficulty.
"No, Supergirl, I don't think so!" grinned Vashenko as her fingers played over the pad again, which suddenly bleeped.
"UUUNNNGGHHH!!!!" gasped Supergirl, staggering in coincidence with the bleep.
"What... are... ugh!! ... you ... ungh! doing to me???!!!"
"What's wrong, Supergirl?" asked Vashenko in mock sympathy. "Does it hurt?"
"YES!!!!" gasped Supergirl, "Can't breath!!! Suit so tight!!! Getting ... ugh... TIGHTER!! Hurting me!!! Incredibly!!! It's ... not ... POSSIBLE!!!" Supergirl was gasping now, as if struggling to draw breath!
With great effort, the Girl of Steel raised her hand up towards the neck of the incredible garment nestling below her own costume. Even using her full Kryptonian strength she could barely do it!!! The fabric was crushing her muscles painfully, bringing her out in a cold sweat. Tightening... Constricting... She eventually managed to reach the seam but was totally astonished to find the once elastic neckline now as hard as steel!! In desperation she clawed at it, and emitted a sudden shocked gasp as two of her invulnerable nails broke off against the unbelievably hard material!!! With a tremendous effort, she forced a got a couple of fingers under and pulled with all her fantastic strength, trying to rip the deadly suit off her suffering body. But her own indestructible costume was covering it, preventing her from getting the damn suit off! Even if she had the strength to tear the DataSuit, in this state she certainly didn't have enough to also tear her own uniform!!
"Aha," said Vashenko, "You can't get it off, can you! Does that surprise you, Supergirl? How does it feel to finally come across a material that can resist even your incredible strength? Now you know why I REALLY asked you to put your own costume back on! Apart from the fact that you look so sexy struggling helplessly in it, it's preventing you from getting at the suit!"
"UUUUUGGGHHH!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!" Supergirl gasped as the impossibly strong fabric continued it's inexorable contraction around her. "Please!! ... Please!! ... Make it... unghh!! s..s..stop!!! It's... ugh! hurt... hurting me!!!"
"Ha!" laughed Vashenko, "I've hardly started on you! You think you're so strong, so 'invulnerable', the 'Girl of Steel'! What a joke! You're going to wish you were never born by the time I'm finished with you!!!" With that, her fingers touched the controls again. Supergirl heard another bleep, and knew instantly that something worse was about to happen.
"Noooooooooooooo!!!!" screamed Supergirl again, bending over almost double with her hands clutching her abdomen and waist. "AAAAARRRRRRGHHHH!!!!"
"What's up, Supergirl?" mocked Vashenko, "Don't you want a real wasp waist? Most women would die for one. And that's EXACTLY what you_re GOING TO DO!"
Vashenko laughed loudly as Supergirl fell forward helplessly, trying to grab the edge of a lab bench but instead sending all the equipment on it smashing to the ground as she herself collapsed on the floor, squirming around on her side like a bee sprayed with insecticide!
"You're so foolish, Supergirl. You really should have been more careful!" mocked Vashenko again. "You made a critical error of judgment. A fatal mistake. You assumed I was human! But I am NOT! I am Ilyana, of the Third Order of Valspar. And you, Supergirl of Krypton, fell right into my trap!"
"UUUNNGGHHH!!! Stop... it!!! ...Aaaaarrrggghhhh!!! You're ... killing me!!! NOOOO!!!" pleaded Supergirl in total desperation! It was an alien trap! Alien technology! Now she realized her end was coming, knowing that her own strength and invulnerability were not enough to save her against this incredible technology! She was finished!!!
"I never told you about the base material of the suit did I, Supergirl," said Vashenko calmly. "It's something way beyond anything you'd find on this puny, backward planet. It's a Kalorian ConstrictionSuit that I acquired especially for this moment! I've been saving it up just for you! Rather clever, don't you think. And you volunteered to put it on so helpfully! Really, Supergirl, you are pitiful!"
"Upon activation from this pad the suit begins to contract," continued Ilyana, "and, like a strangling vine, it also has another quite unique property. It has the ability to draw energy from the host. The more resistance the host puts up, the tighter it becomes as it absorbs energy in some way even I don't understand. But who cares. I knew even your Kryptonian body could not withstand it, Supergirl. I added my own genetic analyzers as the twist in the tail. Even now, the analysis is almost complete. As soon as you put on the deadly ConstrictionSuit you were as good as dead, Supergirl! NOTHING has EVER SURVIVED wearing one - not even a Kryptonian!! Don't think you're the first Kryptonian to perish in one of these babies! And you thought you looked 'sooo sexy' in it!!!! Fool!!! Little did you know exactly WHY you looked so sexy!!! Because once you were in that suit I knew you'd never get it off!!! You signed your own death warrant, Supergirl!!!! And you were even so good as to put on your own shroud!!!"
Supergirl's heart sank into oblivion as she heard these words. She knew the alien goddess was speaking the truth. Never before had she been held like this suit was holding her. Never before had she felt such impossible pressures crushing into her body from all directions. Never before had she felt so beaten... so helpless. She knew her body couldn't take much more of this terrible punishment.
"I've been travelling through space for eons, slowly discovering technologies that could boost my strength level. I'm already vastly stronger than the primitive life forms of this planet. But I wanted more! I needed to find a Kryptonian! I had heard a few of you had survived, scattered through space. I wanted you to extract your DNA coding so that I could gain the secret of your vast power. So I have been combing the cosmos for one such as you. In a few minutes your genome sequence will be downloaded into my central computer. Just as you are drawing your dying breath, Supergirl, the system will have isolated the genes that give you your Kryptonian strength. The sequences will then be cleaned up, perfecting them. I will then use the information to restructure my own DNA, only into an even more potent form than your own! By the end of this day I will be reborn with strength level far in excess of your own!!!! It's a pity you will not be around to see it, Supergirl. I would have loved to use my new strength to crush the life out of your pathetic body with my bare hands!!!"
With that, Ilyana walked over to the helpless Girl of Steel. She was lying on her side, her whole body lurching spasmodically as the deadly suit constricted around her, squeezing the very life out of her. As Ilyana approached, Supergirl could now see that she was wearing navy high-heeled leather boots under the long coat. Ilyana reached out her foot and tipped the defeated Supergirl on to her back and then took a few steps stood back.
"Well, Supergirl," said the alien amazon, "You thought you were so fucking sexy trying to tempt me earlier, don't you. Well let me show you what I normally looks like ..."
With that, Ilyana threw off her fake spectacles and pulled the clasp out of her hair, shaking her long wavy raven black locks down over the white lab coat. She then the ripped open her lab coat which fell to the floor, revealing underneath an incredibly skin-tight midnight blue catsuit which plunged low down Ilyana's chest to meet the point of her tight, sexy belt rising upwards. She placed her hands slowly on her hips, taking up Supergirl's famous pose as she filled her lungs with air, expanding her large and wonderfully firm chest which almost burst out of her costume.
"There, Supergirl! From tonight, nothing in the UNIVERSE will stand a chance against me!! With your genetic information I will be UNSTOPPABLE!!!"
She reached down and gripped the helpless Girl of Steel around the throat. Supergirl tried to gasp as she felt the incredible strength in Ilyana's fingers, strength not much less than own! Ilyana hoisted her up into the air effortlessly, just as the ConstrictionSuit was wringing the last of the resistance out of it's hapless victim. Supergirl's body looked noticeably squeezed in by the diabolical device. Her waist, which was small to begin with, now looked drawn in as though a tremendous vice has crushed it in to almost half its previous size. Her breasts, normally pushing out the large and defiant 'S' on her costume, looked visibly and painfully flattened down and squeezed outwards over her chest.
As Ilyana felt Supergirl's last drop of strength ebb away under her strong fingers, she felt a sudden rush of pleasure between her legs. Supergirl was finished!! She_d DESTROYED HER!! SHE'D WIPED OUT A KRYPTONIAN!!! She was going to CUM!! Her fingers swiftly keyed the pad, giving the command for the DataSuit to release it_s deadly embrace. Supergirl's unconscious body sagged limply as the steely fabric went soft and elastic once more. Ilyana threw the lifeless body of Supergirl violently down to land sprawled out backwards over the lab bench in front of her. Both her hands disappeared between her own legs as she gazed down intensely on the defeated Girl of Steel... Defeated by HER, ILYANA... Now lying LIMP AND LIFELESS before her... The still air of the lab was suddenly pierced by her passionate screams of ecstasy as she finally gave in to the incredible orgasm which had been threatening to overcome her from the first moment she saw Supergirl had put on the suit!
As Ilyana's final erotic cries subsided, she looked down at Supergirl's now limp body. She reached out and ran her hands up the Girl of Steel's incredible thighs, feeling the cool, tight silkiness of the suit. She moved on quickly to the 'S' logo as her hands expanded to cover Supergirl's large breasts. She tore viscously at the 'S', trying to rip it out of the indestructible costume. But she had not yet assimilated the Kryptonian DNA information, so that would have to wait.
She reached down to her pad and pulled out a small silver device and held it against Supergirl's neck. She looked down at her pad and smiled.
"Yes, just as I expected," she muttered, "she's dead. That trader was right. The suit really CAN kill a Kryptonian! Pity I killed the poor fool. I'd have liked to tell him he was right!"
Once more, her long, strong fingers keyed the pad and she pressed the silver device against Supergirl's chest, right in the middle of her 'S' as she slid it around, pushing into her cleavage until she could feel her breast bone. Her other thumb pressed the pad and Supergirl's body heaved into the air as a huge bolt of energy blasted out of the alien device into the dead Kryptonian. As Supergirl's trembling arms and legs went limp once more, Ilyana could feel her beaten foe's chest expand as she drew a breath.
"I've had such FUN with you Supergirl. It's such a pity to waste such good sport. So I'm going to have some more fun with you. But the next time we meet, I'll have absorbed your genetic code!! No more need for the ConstrictionSuit!! Next time it'll be my BARE HANDS that FINISH YOU! We'll see who's deserving of the name 'SUPERGIRL' then!!!!"
With those final words, she entered a security code into the pad and the ConstrictionSuit seemed to open up along Supergirl's thighs and there was a violent movement under her costume as it shriveled around behind her. Ilyana lifted her body and pulled it out from under her skirt. The suit was now barely 6 inches long, contracted down to minimum size for easy storage. She removed the video tapes from the recorders. "Mmm, I'm going to enjoy the reruns of this!" she laughed, enjoying using the primitive the Earth language. With that, Ilyana turned and leaned over Supergirl, still lying draped over the bench and only barely alive.
"Ha-ha!" she laughed to herself as she took hold of Girl of Steel's chin and turned her unconscious head around to face her. "Your biggest fan Steve will be back any minute. What's he going to think when he sees you like this! He'll wonder what the hell happened to you, what the hell HIT you!! And from the looks of you, it's going to be quite a while before you come round enough to tell him, Supergirl! Ha-ha-ha!"
With that, Ilyana put the lab coat on and walked out of the door, with a huge, smug grin on her face. "Till next time, Supergirl," she chuckled as the door swung behind her.