By MUNICH.

Arriving in Silicon Valley to investigate a series of techno-crimes, 
Supergirl is unaware that soon she will face the most powerful 
adversary she has ever known. 681 tries to prove that when your 
number's up, not even Supergirl can stop it...

The man was foolish, Supergirl thought.

He wasn't the thief who had been raiding companies throughout 
Silicon Valley over the last few months, but he was a thief all the 
same. Supergirl gently dropped from the clouds towards the industrial 
park.

The man was competent, she had to admit. He had already disabled 
the security locks on the side door. Now he was working on opening it. 
He glanced behind himself and returned to work. She resisisted the 
urge to giggle. Nobody ever looked up.

Supergirl's red boots landed on the pavement with a small click. The 
man whirled around, gun drawn. Supergirl finally released her laugh.

"I'll just take it that is a gun in your pocket and yes, you are happy to 
see me."

The man couldn't take his eyes off of her chest. So much the better. It 
was amazing how easy it was to distract even the most competent of 
criminals.

She could tell his heart wasn't really in it, but he fired the gun several 
times anyway. She deftly took care to catch the bullets. She didn't want 
the fool getting struck by a ricochet.

"All right, you know that's not going to work," she finally said, and 
the man ceased firing. The gun dropped to the ground.

Supergirl walked towards him on slender legs, her tiny red skirt and 
cape ruffling in the wind. The man couldn't take his eyes off of her. 
Her red boots clicked and clacked on the ground until she was right in 
front of him. She was much taller than him, his eyes were level with 
her breasts and he was taking in a full view.

"Enjoy it, friend. Where you're going, you'll only see it in pictures."

Supergirl grabbed the mands arm and lifted him up into the air at 
blinding speed. They soared high into the clouds before Supergirl 
turned towards the police station. It wasn't her mysterious techno-thief, 
but it was a start.

* * *

The night watchman didn't even notice that she didn't belong there 
until she was right in front of him.

She was amazing. Long, slender legs and perfect hips. Not that he had 
time to look, as he was busy taking in her awesome breasts. She wore a 
tight fitting green costume. On her arm was the number "681."

He finally stood up from his desk, knocking over his chair in the 
process. "Can I help you, miss?"

681 eased up and stopped in front of the perplexed guard. She put her 
arms on her hip and fixed a mischevious grin on the guard.

The guard looked her costume up and down. "You some sort of 
superhero, miss?"

681 laughed. She grabbed the guard by the shirt and easily lifted him 
into the air. "Super, yes," she purred. "Hero, never."

The guard struggled for his gun. 681 easily took it from his hand and 
crushed it into a ball of metal. The guard stared in horror.

681's gaze turned cold. "You like my body, little man?" She released 
her grip and the guard collapsed to the ground. He struggled to get to 
his feet, but a high heeled boot from 681 stepped on his shoulder, 
stopping him on one knee.

681 leaned forward, her pussy stopping just a few inches from the 
guard's nose. "Do you like what you see, little man?" The guard 
couldn't resist nodding. She was the most amazing woman he had ever 
seen.

681 took her knee off of the guard's shoulder. The guard started to get 
to his feet, but a quick boot to the crotch put him on the ground, 
writhing in agony.

681 stepped forward, a grim look on her face. The guard looked 
through bleary eyes and stared as 681's slender legs stepped into view.

"Most men like my legs," 681 continued, kicking the guard in the gut. 
The guard howled in pain as ribs snapped. "They're nice and long," 
she said as she continued to kick the fallen guard.

The guard held his ribs and writhed on the ground. 681 lowered down 
in front of him, her hands cupping her breasts. "Most men like my 
breasts. They're just the right size, don't you think?"

The guard wasn't paying attention. He spit out blood onto the ground. 
681 leaned forward and grabbed the guard by the hair, dragging his 
head an inch away from her breast.

"Lick them," she commanded. The guard groaned and shook his head. 
682 grinned. "Most men would die to touch my body, and you 
decline?"

She brought the guard's head down in a flash, headbutting him in the 
process. The guard howls a last time and crumples backwards onto the 
ground, silent. 681 studies the fallen man and smiles. She steps 
towards the laboratory doors.

"At least you're consistent."

681 couldn't prevent herself from jumping. She silently cursed herself 
for the weakness and turned around.

* * *

It was the last scream that allowed Supergirl to pinpoint which 
building the noise was coming from. The thief had been hitting 
microchip manufacturers along the industrial park, and the path 
indicated a pattern. She had reasoned that this factory might be the 
next target, and it turned out her suspicions were correct.

Unfortunately she had arrived too late for the guard. A quick x-ray 
revealed broken bones and internal bleeding. She heard no heartbeat.

The strange woman turned around to face her. Supergirl stood in her 
power stance, her arms on her hips.

"You're coming with me, stranger."

681 broke into a grin. "Why don't you just fly away, little birdie, before 
I have to clip your wings."

Supergirl could hardly believe it, but the strange woman turned away 
from her and continued walking towards the laboratory. She was 
ignorning her. Supergirl rushed forward, appearing in front of the 
nonplussed 681.

"I'm afraid I can't do that," Supergirl purred. 681 continued walking 
towards her. She was as tall as Supergirl, if not slightly taller. Her 
breasts stopped an inch from Supergirl's own. She could almost feel 
electricity passing between them.

"Careful, little girl," 681 whispered. "If you're smart, you'll leave. If 
you stay, I promise you will end up on your knees."

Supergirl stared at 681, surprised. The woman actually believed what 
she was saying, there was no doubt about it. She shook her head 
slowly. "Just who are you?"

"Your master," 681 responded.

Supergirl had had enough. She snatched 681's arms in her own. 681 
yanked her arm back, and a surprised Supergirl was pulled forward 
with it, careening out of control. Supergirl crashed through the 
laboratory wall and into the parking lot.

Supergirl was on her feet in an instant. The crash hadn't hurt at all, 
she had merely been cast off balance. She turned and saw 681 step 
through the rubble. Supergirl x-rayed 681's suit and saw millions of 
wires and microchips implanted throughout the suit.

"An augmented strength suit. Sorry, but that's just not going to cut it," 
Supergirl said, walking towards 681. Supergirl grabbed 681's suit, 
attempting to rip a chunk out of it. To her surprise, the suit wouldn't 
give under her strength.

681 gave her a coy smile. "If you wanted me out of my clothes, 
sweatheart, all you had to do was ask."

Supergirl angrily reached towards 681 and grabbed her arm again, 
preparing to take her into flight. But 681's feet remained on the 
ground. 681's free arm quickly grabbed Supergirl's arm and swung 
the maid of steel into an arc and sent her crashing to the ground on 
her ass, knocking the breath out of her. 

The princess of power gasped in surprise and looked  up at 681, who 
was standing in front of her and mimicing her power stance. Supergirl 
didn't expect 681 to have so much raw power.  "Did that hurt, 
princess?" 681 taunted. "I'll let you  in on a secret," she continued, 
and before Supergirl could process what  was happening, 681's fist 
was balled up in her hair, yanking Supergirl to her feet with a small 
yelp.

"You haven't seen anything yet," 681 finished sweetly.


PART 2

In the last segment, Supergirl was investigating a series of techno-
robberies in industrial parks throughout Silicon Valley. Minutes after 
nabbing a hapless car thief, Supergirl catches the mysterious woman 
known only as 681 robbing another high tech business. Supergirl 
confronts the cocky robber, but 681 proves to be more resistant than 
Supergirl could have expected...

Supergirl grabbed 681's arm and tried to carry her into flight.

But 681's feet remained on the ground. 681's free arm quickly grabbed 
Supergirl's arm and swung the maid of steel into an arc and sent her 
crashing to the ground, knocking the breath out of her.

The princess of power gasped in surprise and looked up at 681, who 
was standing in front of her and mimicing her power stance. Supergirl 
didn't expect 681 to have so much raw power. 

"Did that hurt, princess?" 681 taunted. "I'll let you in on a secret," she 
continued, and before Supergirl could process what was happening, 
681's fist was balled up in her hair, yanking Supergirl to her feet with 
a small yelp.

"You haven't seen anything yet," 681 finished sweetly. Still holding 
Supergirl upright by her hair, 681 pulled back and sent her other fist 
crashing into Supergirl's face. Supergirl's legs instantly went wobbly 
under the power of the blow, but 681 kept her standing with the grip 
on her hair. Supergirl's dazed eyes struggled to focus as 681 took her 
time measuring Supergirl's face for a handful of powerful punches. 
Each blow seemed to be more than Supergirl could handle. After 
three, her lip was bleeding and her cheek was turning a puffy blue. 
Another three punches and Supergirl's face was drooped forward, her 
chin slumping to her chest. 681 was pleased with how easily she was 
dispatching the so-called princess of power. She sent another punch 
Supergirl's way, this time letting go of her hold on Supergirl's hair. 
The punch sent the maid of steel skidding across the ground on her 
back.

Supergirl's chest heaved for air as she spun onto her stomach, trying 
to crawl away. Supergirl could feel herself chocking on liquid in her 
throat and spit. Her watery eyes focused briefly on the clots of blood 
she coughed up. She was in bad shape, and she still didn't even know 
what she was dealing with. 681 strutted up behind her, planting her 
high heeled boot onto Supergirl's ass and slamming the maid of steel's 
pelvis into the ground. Supergirl howled in pain. 681 stared down at 
Supergirl's cape with its curvy "S" print. She spit on it, then yanked 
the cape from Supergirl's back and sent it into the wind.

Supergirl spun around, hooking 681's leg and sending her to the 
ground. In an instant, Supergirl was on her feet, scrambling to get 
away. Supergirl stumbled uncertainly, her legs wobbly from 681's 
punches. 681 bounced to her feet and was behind Supergirl in an 
instant. She wrapped her forearm around Supergirl's neck and 
dragged her close to her body. 681 tried her best to control herself 
when she felt Supergirl's tight ass slam into her pussy. She resisted the 
urge to rub herself against the maid of steel. She settled for pushing 
her lips across Supergirl's neck and stopping at her ear, where she 
took a brief playful bite of Supergirl's earlobe.

"How does it feel, slut?" 681 asked huskily. "You could have anyone 
you wanted. You thought everyone was your own toy. How's it feel to 
be the toy?"

681's free hand wandered down Supergirl's stomach, rubbing against 
her super pussy and sliding underneath her short skirt. Supergirl 
squirmed in 681's grip, trying desperately to break free. Tears 
streamed down her face. 681 was violating her, and Supergirl couldn't 
accept it.

681 recognized that Supergirl wasn't fully dominated yet. She 
violently shoved Supergirl forward, sending her face first to the 
ground. 681 stepped forward and kicked Supergirl's midsection. 
Supergirl doubled up in pain. 

Again 681 grabbed Supergirl by the hair and yanked her to a standing, 
but wobbly, position. 681 paused briefly to admire her handiwork. The 
once proud Supergirl swayed before her. Her hair hung in sweaty 
tatters. Her chin drooped to her chest, which heaved up and down in 
exhaustion. Supergirl's normally tight blue shirt hung loosely around 
her breasts, the "S" symbol dirty and muddy from the fight. Tears ran 
down her cheeks, and the bare skin 681 could see showed many bumps 
and bruises.

"Don't tell me you're finished already, slut," 681 scolded. "I don't 
even think you lasted a minute. Hardly the definition of "super," now 
is it?"

Her taunt succeeded in goading the maid of steel. Supergirl swung her 
fist, but 681 swatted it away easily. In a flash, 681's fingers dug into 
Supergirl's throat as she easily lifted the princess of power into the air. 
Supergirl's red boots dangled a foot off of the pavement, her toes 
kicking, trying to find footing. Supergirl's eyes moistened as her 
hands pawed uselessly at the iron grip choking the air out of her lungs.

"I know what you're thinking, slut," 681 purred. "You're wondering 
where the kryptonite is."

681 suddenly released her grip, and Supergirl crashed to the ground, 
gasping for air. Her magnificent breasts heaved in desperation. She 
was on her knees, as 681 had assured her she would be. Soon she 
would be on her knees willingly. 681 knew that patience was all she 
needed. Her lips curled into a cruel smile as she watched the maid of 
steel regain her breath.

"I don't need any kryptonite to tame you, bitch," 681 said. Her hand 
roughly grabbed Supergirl's chin and yanked her head up so that 
Supergirl's burning, hateful eyes were staring directly into 681's. 
"You've finally run into your master."

Supergirl leapt to her feet, pushing at 681 with all of her might. 681 
gasped in mild surprise as she stumbled backwards. Gathering 
confidence, Supergirl sent a powerful fist into 681's stomach, doubling 
her over. With no hesitation, Supergirl's knee connected solidly to 
681's forehead. The blow knocked 681 back into a standing position in 
time to see a blur that was Supergirl's fist. The blow knocked her back 
another couple steps, but did not send her down.

Supergirl pressed the advantage, stepping forward to swing another 
blow. 681 quickly shook off the cobwebs and deflected Supergirl's 
blow and following with one of her own, smashing into Supergirl's 
jaw. Determined, Supergirl swung back and connected as well. The 
two titans stood toe to toe, exchanging punches. 

Supergirl's last punch glanced slightly off of 681's jaw, allowing her a 
small smile. Wasting no time, 681 jabbed Supergirl in the neck, 
forcing her to stagger back a step and grab at her throat. 681 stepped 
into it and swung two, patiently measured backhanded slaps. The first 
stunned the maid of steel. The second smashed into Supergirl's lip 
with enough force to send drops of blood scattering to the wind. 
Dazed, Supergirl didn't even see 681's boot strike forward and 
connect with her midsection. She landed on her ass, her short red skirt 
bouncing up into the air and wafting down gently.

681 swung her long, sexy leg in a swift arc upwards, her toe smashing 
into Supergirl's chin and slamming her onto her back. Supergirl's 
proud breasts heaved up and down, her legs showing no life and her 
arms flailing unnoticed at her sides. 681 brushed herself off, 
smoothing the farbric along her costume. Her hands rubbed slowly 
over her crotch. She was getting quite excited, especially at the sight of 
Supergirl laying at her mercy.

681 stepped forward, one high heeled boot playfully running 
underneath Supergirl's tiny red skirt. The toe hovered underneath the 
soft farbric, rolling from side to side as Supergirl moaned softly on the 
ground. 681 gently pushed her toe down, pressing it onto Supergirl's 
wet pussy. Supergirl's moan exploded in a mixture of pain and 
longing. Blood from her lip ran down her cheek, curling around and 
dripping to the pavement.

681 stopped playing with her boot and straddled the girl of steel, 
lowering herself to her knees and rubbing her own pussy hard into 
Supergirl's pelvis. Supergirl's back arced in pleasure, her eyes closed. 
681 rolled her body forward, a small gasp of pleasure escaping her lips 
as her breasts pressed into the firm and magnificent breasts of 
Supergirl's. 681 continued to lean forward until her face hovered just 
slightly over Supergirl's face. 681's lips breathed over Supergirl's 
face, her lips gently rubbing against Supergirl's quivering, desperate 
lips. 681's hand slowly traveled up Supergirl's side, starting below her 
skirt and settling into a firm and almost painful grip of Supergirl's 
rock hard nipple. 

The cruel smile returned to 681's face as she pulled back, to 
Supergirl's dazed but undeniable disapointment. 681 cruelly slapped 
Supergirl's face, her palm leaving a red mark on Supergirl's cheek. 
Supergirl's eyelids fluttered. 681 slapped her again. The cheek began 
to turn black and blue. Supergirl's eyes snapped open, but no longer 
were they filled with fiery anger. 

"If only the world could see you now, whore," 681 said, her hand 
violently gripping Supergirl's breast. "They'd see what a pathetic 
tramp you are. You're no match for me. You're not even worthy of my 
attention. You're no girl of steel."

681 was enjoying her verbal taunts of Supergirl. Supergirl's eyes has 
moistened again. 681 could see the confusion in them. But behind the 
confusion, she saw the beginnings of something else. She smiled in 
pleasure at what she saw.

"Now open your mouth, bitch."

Supergirl's jaw quiverred, and Supergirl defiantly kept her mouth 
closed. 681 patiently swung her hand and slapped Supergirl's face 
with enough authority to snap her head to the side. "Open up," 681 
teased. "Or I'll stop holding back. And then I'll really hurt you."

Supergirl's eyes widened in terror and stared at 681's confident smile. 
Supergirl's quivvering jaw slackened, and her lips spread apart 
tentatively. 681 smiled approvingly. "Wider," she coaxed. Supergirl 
complied. 681 leaned forward and spat, a long stream of salavia 
dripped down and landed in Supergirl's mouth, splashing against her 
chin and cheeks. Supergirl's hand rose to try and wipe it away, but 
681 swatted the hand away.

"Leave it," she commanded. "You can't wipe yourself without my 
permission, bitch."

681 rose to her feet, watching Supergirl fight the desire to remove the 
spit from her face. The saliva rolled down her cheeks, mingling with 
the blood. Supergirl's hair clung sweaty and dirty to Supergirl's face 
and neck. Supergirl was beginning to show signigicant damage. 681 
nodded approvingly and stepped backwards. She was aware of 
Supergirl's eyes rolling over her body, studying its seductive curves. 
She was almost ready.

"On your knees, tramp," 681 commanded. Supergirl rolled onto her 
stomach, her breasts rubbing against the dirt and mud, soiling her 
proud "S" on her chest. She wearily pushed herself up with her weak 
arms and slumped into a kneeling position, her fantastic ass pressing 
into the heels of her red boots. Her arms hung lifelessly at her sides. 
681 frowned.

"I didn't tell you to be beaten yet, Nothing girl," 681 scolded. "Kneel 
up straight. Lift that ass up."

Supergirl complied, wincing in pain as her weak legs straightened, her 
back straightening. Her eyes flashed obediently at 681. 681 stepped 
around Supergirl slowly, her long leg rubbing against Supergirl's 
breast and cheek. 681 stood behind Supergirl. She bent down, lifting 
the rear of Supergirl's red skirt to expose her naked bottom. 681's 
other gloved hand struck with blinding speed, forcing Supergirl to 
shriek in pain.

"Did that hurt, Supergirl?" 681 moaned. "Don't collapse just yet. I'm 
not even close to being finished."

"Please..." Supergirl struggled, 681's spit still visible on her cheek and 
chin. "Please...."

681 pushed Supergirl face first into the dirt and dug her heel into 
Supergirl's back. "Please what, bitch? Stop hurting you?"

"Who...who are you," Supergirl managed.

"I told you who I am," 681 answered patiently. `Now say it."

Supergirl shook her head. "No. I won't."

681 smile grew wider. Supergirl wasn't finished just yet. So much the 
better.

"Stand up." 681 commanded.

Supergirl struggled to get to her feet. 681 impatiently yanked Supergirl 
to her feet by the hair.

681 grabbed Supergirl's face in her hands and brought it close to her 
own. Leaning in, her moist lips hovered just a hair above Supergirl's. 
"Well, princess," 681's hot breath tingled Supergirl's lips. "Your 
overrated ass is mine. And now I'm going to tear it off." And she 
kissed her, 681's tongue thrusting into Supergirl's wanting mouth, 
twisting and probing and dominating.

And before Supergirl could be satisfied, 681 pulled back and thrust her 
arms forward, sending Supergirl skidding backwards against the 
ground.

681 let out a ferocious cry and charged the princess of power. 
Supergirl desperately tried to crawl backwards to safety, her ass 
bumping and dragging through the dirt and mud. But she wasn't 
nearly fast enough for 681.

681 swung and slashed at the maid of steel. Supergirl's body went 
limp nearly instantly, but 681 did not let up. Supergirl's body was 
completely manhandled as 681 rained physical abuse on her. Her 
costume was barely holding together, its stiching giving way in most 
places. 

After a few moments of intense torture, Supergirl screamed in a 
mixture of terror and pain. 681 allowed her to sink to her knees before 
her.

Panting and nearing a climax, 681 eyed the thoroughly destroyed 
Supergirl before her.

"NOW SAY WHO I AM, BITCH!"

Supergirl raised her shaken jaw and stared into 681's eyes. 

"You are my master," she said. No pain or defeat in her voice. Only 
acceptance. Complete, total submission to her master.

681 could no longer contain herself, bursting forth with pleasure and 
excitement. She rubbed her palm over her crotch, enjoying the 
eruption. Supergirl sat obediently, waiting for her master to finish. 
When she did, 681 stared down at her humilated opponent.

"Sorry, babe," 681 said with genuine remorse. "But I've got to go to 
work."

Supergirl continued kneeling obediently as 681 stepped forward and 
slammed her fist into the former princess of power's face, knocking 
her unconscious instantly. Supergirl's battered body folded to the 
ground.

681 smiled and started to walk away. The body behind her, all she 
could see was the world before her. And no one stood in her way.

In the last segment, Supergirl was investigating a series of techno-
robberies in industrial parks throughout Silicon Valley. There she 
encounters the beautiful 681, who appears to have some kind of 
power-enhancing suit; more power than Supergirl can take, as it turns 
out. Supergirl is brutally beaten and defeated by 681...

Supergirl continued kneeling obediently as 681 stepped forward and 
slammed her fist into the former princess of power's face, knocking 
her unconscious instantly. Supergirl's battered body folded to the 
ground.

Supergirl awoke feeling battered and bruised, which was not a 
sensation she was used to. Her blurry eyes strained to make out her 
surroundings. She was outside the laboratory. She could see the ruined 
wall where 681 had tossed her aside...

...like garbage.

Supergirl shook away the thought. She groaned and crawled onto her 
knees. Her hair clung in sweaty tatters around her neck. Her blue  shirt 
hung loosely around her breasts. One of the sleeves had almost 
completely given way, the stiching torn. Her tiny skirt was hardly 
recognizable.

Supergirl allowed tears to run down her face. 
681 had thoroughly dominated her. She remembered being on her 
knees willingly, accepting 681 as her master. Anything to stop the 
beating. Anything to get a chance, an opening for escape.

Supergirl wondered if she was being honest with herself. She had 
given herself to 681, but she didn't really remember trying to come up 
with a plan for escape. 
She thought of 681's long legs and breasts pushing against her own...

Supergirl roared in a mixture of pain and desperation. She rocketed 
into the sky, soaring high into the heavens. She raced far and fast, 
hoping to outrun the thoughts that clung to her like the bruises.

* * *

681 flipped through her survelliance monitors, hardly looking at the 
screens. Her eyes were fixated on 
the sight of the so-called "princess of power" kneeling before her, 
begging her mistress to stop. The corner of 681's lip curled up in 
pleasure at the memory.

She always knew that Supergirl could be taken. She just didn't know 
how completely it could be done.

681's hand slid down to her crotch and she rubbed the nagging ache 
absently. She was looking forward to seeing Supergirl again. It was 
only a matter of time.

* * *

Supergirl tore what was left of her costume off of her body and sank 
into the bathtub. Her bruises had already almost healed only a few 
hours after the fight.

Supergirl tried to work out what 681 was after with her robberies. If 
only she could figure out what her plan was, then she could stop her...

An involuntary shudder shook Supergirl. The thought of meeting 681 
again was terrifying. 
She had been like a little child in 681's hands. 681 had torn her down, 
physically and mentally. Her mistress was unbeatable.

Supergirl sat up, realizing what she had just thought. Without making 
a consious effort, her mind had identified 681 as her mistress. 
Supergirl shook her head in disbelief.

* * *

Supergirl found 681 in a wharehouse, rifling through boxes. She 
strode forward confidently.

"Round two."

681 turned, bemused. She caught Supergirl's fist with her hand and 
squeezed. Supergirl howled in pain.

"On you knees, bitch."


Supergirl obediantly got down on her knees. 681 nodded approvingly. 
"Good," she said. "Now what do you want?"

Supergirl looked up at her mistress' face with longing eyes. "You," she 
whispered.

"You disgust me, tramp," 681 said. "If your fans could see you now."

681 stepped forward menacingly. Supergirl fell backwards onto her 
ass, her hand outstretched. "No..."

681 ignored her. She grabbed Supergirl's head and twisted it violently 
to the side, snapping it. Supergirl went limp...

...and she sat up straight in her bed, stifling a silent scream. She 
panted, the sweat washing away the nightmare. She lifted out of the 
bed and flew across her domicile, landing in the kitchen. She poured a 
glass of water from the sink and drank it quickly.

She was no match for 681. 
She had no hope of beating her mistress. What was she going to do? 
Supergirl didn't know.

* * *

681 inspected the machine in her underground base. Using 
technogology pilfered from Silicon Valley, the machine was nearly 
complete. Only a piece remained before she controlled the most 
destructive weapon on the planet.

"Nice hardware."

681 slowly turned to see Supergirl standing before her. She allowed 
herself a smirk. "What are you doing here, little slut?"

Supergirl smiled and glanced around. "You had to be taking your 
stolen items somewhere. It was just a matter of tracing your steps, then 
using my x-ray vision to locate your facility.

681 sidled towards Supergirl, her legs slowly and deliberately criss 
crossing as she walked towards Supergirl. "And what are you x-raying 
now, little girl?"</font>

Supergirl resisted the urge to step backwards. She flashed an uneasy 
smile and put her hands on her hips. "You won't catch me off guard 
again."

681 laughed and stopped in front of Supergirl. Her hand snaked out 
and firmly grabbed Supergirl's breast. She leaned close, her hot breath 
filling the maid of steel's ear. "You want it, don't you? You want me to 
pull that flimsy skirt from your body and lick you all over. Just ask. 
That's all. Just ask."

Supergirl fought back a tremble. She opened her eyes and pushed 681 
away from her. "You're under arrest."

681 laughed. "Really? Well then, come and get me."

Supergirl stepped forward, directly into a roundhouse kick from 681. 
The kick sent her spiraling upwards, crashing through the ceiling and 
popping out above ground.

Supergirl crawled to her knees in the mud, rubbing her aching 
jaw.</font></font> She glanced back at the hole and saw 681 bound 
out.

"You just don't seem to learn, do you, slut?" 681 said, sounding bored. 
She reached down to yank Supergirl to her feet. Supergirl spun her 
legs, taking 681's out from under her. In a flash, Supergirl straddled 
681 and began raining a barrage of blows to her face. Supergirl didn't 
dare hold back. 

681 squirmed between Supergirl's thighs, trying to break free. 
Supergirl's fists rained down again and again, and spots of blood 
scattered through the air. Supergirl felt 681's legs flip up and grab her 
around the neck. 681 yanked Supergirl away from her body, kicking 
her across the field.

"You bitch!" 681 screamed, wiping the blood away from her lips and 
nose. Supergirl stumbled backwards, tripping in the slippery footing 
and landing on her ass in the mud 681 strode towards her confidently. 
"Now you're going to die, little girl."

Supergirl rocketed into the air, taking flight. 681 shot up into the sky 
after her, quickly catching up to her and grabbing her ankle.

Supergirl twisted in the air, trying to break free. 681's hold on her 
ankle would not break. With her other hand, 681 reached up and 
grabbed Supergirl by the shirt, balling up the "s" symbol in her fist. 
681 roared in anger and held Supergirl above her head, finally 
throwing her down with frightening speed towards the ground.

Supergirl struggled to regain control, but momentum slammed her 
several feet into the earth. She gasped for breath, trying to pull herself 
to her feet. Like a piledriver, 681's feet slammed into her back, 
slamming Supergirl back into the dirt. Mud and dirt filled her mouth, 
silencing the maid of steel's cry.

681 grabbed the maid of might's golden hair and yanked her from the 
ground. 681 delivered a pulverizing shot to her face. Blood erupted 
from Supergirl's nose. 681 slammed a fist into Supergirl's ribs. 
Supergirl shrieked as she felt one break.

681 yanked the beaten Supergirl towards her, both hands holding her 
by the shirt. Supergirl's toes dragged through the mud, her legs 
dangling without strength. 681's lips hovered above Supergirl's.

"You know you want it. Just say it. Say it, and maybe I'll let you live. 
Say it."

Supergirl's mouth quivered, then finally she spat into 681's face. 
"Never," she said through steely teeth.

681 roared in anger and ripped Supergirl's shirt in two, tearing it from 
her body. She whipped Supergirl around, taking the torn segments of 
her shirt and binding her arms together. She turned the trussed up 
Supergirl towards her and slapped her in the face with punishing 
authority. Supergirl sank to her knees.</font></font>

"Now say it. I am your mistress."

"Never."

681 kicked Supergirl's chin, knocking her flat onto her back. 681 
straddled the beaten maid of might and cupped her own breast in her 
hand, holding it towards Supergirl's mouth. "Go on," 681 encouraged. 
"Suck it. You want to."

Supergirl spit on 681's breast. 681 roared in anger and lifted Supergirl 
above her head. An instant later, Supergirl's back slammed into 681's 
outstretched knee. Supergirl howled in pain, her back felt like it was 
shattered in a thousand places. Through the pain, Supergirl smiled. 
"Never," she repeated.

"So this is some kind of moral victory, little miss blondie?" 681 said. 
"That doesn't do you much good when you're dead."

"No," Supergirl groaned. "But by now the police have seized your 
hideout."

681 turned in the direction of her base, for the first time hearing the 
police sirens. She turned back to Supergirl, her eyes blazing. "You 
fucking slut."

Supergirl kept grinning. "Your suit must have some kind of limited 
power supply. I'm guessing that it's in your base. How much power do 
you have left in the tank?"

"Enough to kill you," 681 said, reaching forward and grabbing 
Supergirl's neck.

"Maybe," Supergirl allowed. "But then? Enough to break into the 
police and recover whatever energy source you use? Enough to stop 
other superheroes from trying to catch you?"

681 wrung her hand in frustration. She stared at the bare chested 
Supergirl, her hair hanging in sweaty clumps, her face brusied and 
bloody. And smiling in triumph. 681 released her hold, dropping her 
to the ground.

"This isn't over," 681 said bitterly. "You may have some sick kind of 
moral victory right now, so enjoy it." She bent down, leaning close so 
that her eyes stared directly into Supergirl's. "But we both know that I 
can take you anytime, anywhere. And soon, Supergirl, I'm going to do 
just that."

681 swung a fist and crashed into Supergirl's jaw, knocking her 
unconscious. 681 strode away angrily.

* * *

Supergirl lay in her bathtub, easing her bruised but rapidly healing 
body. She had stopped 681's plan and refused to submit, but still she 
felt uneasy. Someday she'd have to face 681 again, and she wouldn't 
have the same way out. She still didn't know anything about her, or 
what her suit was or where it came from.

Supergirl closed her eyes and eased back into the water. They were 
troubling questions. But they could wait for another time.