The Curse of Supergirl’s Private Pleasure

by

Tom diCentauri

1964 Aug 23 (Sunday):

She loved flying in outer space. Immersing herself in the symphony-hall silence of hard vacuum soothed her, she had discovered. As she floated, weightless, the skirt of her blue minidress undulated around her thighs and her red cape swirled around her, as if the semi-animate cloth of which they were made was luxuriating in its freedom from gravity. Her hair floated, but did not stray far from its usual place or style, though it normally seemed soft enough to do so.

From her current position, some 22,300 miles above a point on the Equator, Earth appeared small, its troubles distant and, at least for the moment, ignorible. She felt the sun’s heat on one side of her body and intense cold on the other side, but neither bothered her. Somewhere on Earth lightning flashed across the sky and she heard the falling-bomb shriek of its whistler, the strange wail that descended the scale in the radio part of the electromagnetic spectrum. Very faintly, cosmic rays drummed on her skin, but she tuned them out. Her attention was focused entirely upon the object before her and upon certain radio-frequency emissions from the planet so far below her.

“We have nominal orbit, Supergirl,” a man’s voice said. Her body picked up the electromagnetic waves and interpreted them directly as sound.

With its solar-power panels spread, the Pony Express II communications satellite floated before her. Sunlight glinted off the structure. As she stared at the satellite it went transparent for her in stages, allowing her to ensure that nothing inside it was broken. Satisfied that the satellite was ready for years of service, she prepared to return to Earth.

Taking care to keep her body between her hand and the sensitive satellite, she fired bursts of x-rays at her palm, blasting thick clouds of electrons off her skin and then letting the positively-charged atomic cores pull them back. The result was a series of pulses of electromagnetic radiation. On Earth a radio telescope received ghosts of whispers from space and the operator converted the Morse-coded pulses into a message.

“If there’s nothing else for me to do,” Supergirl signaled, “I’ll come home.”

A moment later she heard, “Roger that, Supergirl. Have a nice flight and thanks for the boost!”

She was in no hurry, so she took what she called “the scenic route”. She faced the satellite and levitated herself backward.

Some historians of science have speculated that Galileo timed his rolling-ball experiments by singing to them. Adjustable frets on the grooved planks made the balls give out little bumps as they rolled down the planks and when those bumps kept time with his singing, Galileo knew that the spacings between the frets represented equal intervals of time. Yes, the human brain actually divides time finely enough to do such a thing. The Kryptonese brain divides time even more finely and becomes even more precise when infused with the spooky nimbus that gives that brain’s owner superpowers.

And just as intuition can be trained to paint representations of scenes accurately enough to compete with photographs for realism, so can superintuition be trained to move its owner’s body with a precision accurate enough to compete with any instrument made by man. In the superpowered brain imagination can match Reality to any desired level of precision, can carry out almost instantly calculations that would take hours, if not days, for mere mortals using pencil and paper.

She turned to face Earth, holding her hands before her as a viewfinder, and picked a point on the horizon, 25, 960 miles away. Part of her mind sang Ta-vongshu wi-shundagufaltsi while another willed her forcefog nimbus to apply a moderate acceleration in the direction she had chosen.

Moderate acceleration. For Supergirl the term moderate acceleration refers to a rate of velocity increase that would kill an Earthman instantly. If she had been applying that acceleration to the load-bearing structure of any rocket on Earth, the vehicle would have been crushed by the force of its inertial reaction to the acceleration. From radar traces an engineer at NORAD calculated that she had accelerated at 1182 gees, over one thousand times the acceleration of gravity at Earth’s surface.

For one full minute she accelerated. Then, passing through the halfway point of her straight-line flight to the horizon at 1,557,600 miles per hour, she executed a superspeed forward half-somersault, put the horizon between her feet and decelerated at the same moderate rate. In only two minutes she flew from the geosynchronous orbit, where communications satellites float, to the top of Earth’s atmosphere. When her inner self calculated that she was lumbering along at a mere 20, 000 miles per hour, she relaxed her thrust and coasted.

She had gotten the idea from an article she had read about the Air Force’s proposed Dyna-Soar space vehicle. Dyna-Soar was a contraction of dynamic soaring and dynamic soaring is what she loved. Oh, yes, feminine sensual indulgence takes on strange new meanings when the female in question has acquired powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal men. Imagine a young woman indulging her senses by lying in a warm bubble bath while scented candles perfume the air and soft romantic music plays on the Victrola and you will gain some impression of how Supergirl loved making hot hypersonic entries into Earth’s atmosphere. She tilted herself forward and waited.

A thin shriek whistled in her ears as air flashed into incandescent wisps that whipped past her. She was flying with the backs of her hands resting on the sides of her buttocks, just letting Earth’s atmosphere press against her. Then, she rose back into space. Like a stone skipping across a pond, she bounced off Earth’s upper atmosphere. Fifteen minutes later she descended again into the atmosphere, into thickening air, going deeper this time. And again she bounced back into space.

Far below her, to her left, she saw the lights of Eastern Australia’s cities, like diamond dust scattered over black velvet, curving over the black horizon. Like a meteor, she flashed out over the Pacific Ocean. She made her final skip off the atmosphere just after soaring over the Equator south of Hawaii. She was sinking deeper into the atmosphere now, trading kinetic energy for heat that made the air incandesce around her.

She saw a thin red arc glow ahead of her. It thickened and then suddenly dazzling hot light spilled over the horizon thirty degrees to her right. Over the next few minutes she watched a luminous sheen spread over the Pacific Ocean, more than one hundred miles below her, like an apron of light. The apron’s ties, she saw, became the familiar blue band of Earth’s atmosphere. North of San Diego she crossed the California coastline heading east-north-east.

South of Denver she began the final phase of her descent into the atmosphere. She turned herself to stand upright, presenting her full frontal profile to the hypersonic wind that, like some vast blowtorch, made her glow white-hot. She saw the air before her begin to glow more intensely than before and listened to the ultrasonic howl of Earth’s atmosphere protesting her over-energetic passage.

From somewhere above her a silvery-gray pebble fell. It had a red glow about it, but the glow didn’t come from heat: the rock wasn’t falling that fast. It dropped directly into her path and she slammed into it, blasting it to vapor almost instantly. She might have thought it strange that she felt the impact, but she was enjoying herself too much to notice.

Like a meteor, she streaked across the West and then the Midwest. By the time she reached the sky over the Commonwealth of New Wales, twenty miles over Pittsburgh, her speed was merely supersonic and she had adopted her usual flying pose, lying on her belly with her hands held out before her. She wondered idly whether the people on the ground heard the faint, quick double thump of her sonic boom. Looking over her right hand just so she saw the skypokers of Metropolis one hundred and fifty miles away and used them for guidance. She was applying lift now, sliding down her glide path toward the State of Lenape-Hoking, toward Shawangunk County, and toward the Town of Midvale. She watched forest and farm, village and hamlet, the thin threads of roads and streams pass slowly beneath her.

Her path was taking her south of Midvale. She was flying at subsonic speed now and her body had cooled to its normal temperature. As she passed the town she dipped her left hand and raised her right to roll herself into a wide left turn. To her left she watched the town and the land wheel majestically clockwise until downtown was ahead of her, in the three o’clock position. Then she rolled back to the right and into a straight descending glide. Five hundred feet up, she watched the rooftops of Midvale High School, from which she had graduated, as Linda Lee Danvers, two years before, glide by below her.

When she passed over the railroad tracks northwest of Midvale she stared at the forest west of town and saw the trees and shrubbery go transparent for her, showing her that no people were in the area where she wanted to come to ground. She dipped her right hand to roll herself into a descending right turn and then, when she was lined up on Mill Creek, she rolled back to her left to straighten out her glide path. She descended below the trees and leveled off just above the water in the creek, flying well below the creek’s banks.

As she approached a bend in the creek she sent two quick bursts of x-rays from her eyes into the rock ahead of her. Deep inside the rock x-ray detectors reacted and set machinery into motion. What appeared to be fault planes in the rock making up the creek bank widened as a section of the rock swung inward to reveal a tunnel leading deeper into the bedrock under Midvale. She had just enough time, flying at 400 miles per hour, to enter the tunnel before the rock face swung shut again.

The tunnel slanted downward, leading her deeper into the ground, well under any possible excavations that might be made above in the foreseeable future. Microsecond bursts of light from her eyes enabled her to navigate the tunnel by their reflections off the floor and walls. Two miles in the tunnel rose upward at a steep angle. Again a burst of x-rays activated detectors buried in the rock. In the basement of the house at 1246 Minnisquantum Drive, the house with Danvers lettered on the mailbox, what appeared to be a steam pipe hissed twice, then a moment later a wide carpet on the floor lifted up, riding on a door that swung upward to reveal the tunnel below. The door had finished its upward swing and was just beginning to close again when Supergirl coasted up into the basement and landed on the floor. She noticed what appeared to be a spot of rust on her costume, brushed it off, and gave it no further thought.

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Next morning, while riding to S.T.A.R. Labs with her foster father, Linda heard him say, “Well, I’m going to be hearing a lot of good comments about Supergirl today. She did a magnificent job of boosting the Pony Express into its orbit after the rocket failed.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Linda said.

“What?” Fred said. He seemed like he had just come out of a reverie.

“Thanks for the kind words,” Linda said.

“You’re welcome,” Fred said. He gave Linda a confused glance and went back to concentrating on his driving. “Sorry. I wasn’t aware I had said anything out loud.”

When they reached the sprawling S.T.A.R. Labs complex and Fred had parked the car, Linda shared a brief hug with him before going to the area where she had her summer job. Under the supervision of one of Fred’s co-workers, she worked with Marshall Strann and Barney Busse. Her job was to synthesize and make pure crystals of substances that the two men, both graduate students at Nissquonsett State Tech, wanted to test for semiconductor properties. The men were nice enough, but sometimes she was half-convinced that they dreamed up the worst materials they could imagine for her to work with: on one occasion she had even been driven to call her mother one night on her hyperwave communicator and get the recipe for a synthesis from the Kandorian database.

She came into the laboratory and found Marshall and Barney already at work. She unbuckled the belt of her kangie and put the sporran-like purse into the large drawer of her desk. Then she took a fresh lab coat from the rack, put it on, and went to see what torture the men had prepared for her that day.

She heard Marshall say, “Boy, that Linda would make one hot fucking bag.”

“Excuse me,” Linda said to him, too much in shock to be indignant.

“I didn’t say anything,” Marshall replied with a puzzled expression.

“I thought I heard you say something,” Linda said.

“No, I didn’t say anything,” Marshall insisted. He looked to Barney for support.

“I didn’t hear him say anything,” Barney said.

Then Linda heard Barney add, “Oh, Lord! It must be that time of the month!”

She was about to deliver a stinging rebuke when she realized that Barney’s lips had not moved when she heard his last remark. She shook her head as if trying to clear a daze out of it.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I must have mis-heard something else.”

“Yeah,” Marshall said, “Well, don’t mis-hear this. Herr Hutschwenker wants results by this afternoon, so we’re going to be busy all day.”

“Huh!” she heard Barney add. “Even Supergirl couldn’t satisfy the Old Kraut.”

Before she responded to Barney’s remark Linda queried her short-term memory at superspeed and found that her skin had sensed the soft little vibrations of human speech from Marshall’s comment but not from Barney’s. She chose then not to respond to what Barney had “said”.

For the rest of the day she kept her supersenses on high alert. She soon discovered that most of the comments that she heard about her or about Supergirl seemed to come directly from people’s minds, as if she had acquired a very selective telepathy. And most of those comments were complementary, making her feel warm and cozy inside. But one made her blood run cold.

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“I don’t know how Lena puts up with it,” Linda said.

She was sitting at the dinner table that night with Fred and Edna, telling them of her telepathic encounters.

“I think that I may have run into a small piece of red kryptonite over Niobrara when I came down yesterday,” she said by way of explanation.

“But you only hear people’s thoughts if they are about you?” Fred asked.

“Yes,” Linda said.

“Well, I know you heard only good things,” Edna said.

“Almost,” Linda said quietly.

“Well,” Fred said, “I think that you ought to call in sick for the next two days. You can fake the symptoms of influenza if you need to. And I would rather not take the risk of you responding to someone’s thoughts and giving away your secret.”

“Yes, Dad, I think you’re right,” Linda said.

“Wait a minute,” Edna said. “What did you mean by ‘almost’?”

“I’d rather not say,” Linda said quietly, looking down at her plate. “I don’t want to upset you.”

“Too late,” Fred said. “If you know that something will upset us, then you can’t very well let us know about it without making us worry and thereby upsetting us.”

“Linda, if something is bothering you,” Edna added, “please tell us so that we can face it as a family.”

Still staring at her plate, Linda said quietly, “I read someone’s thoughts about his wanting to kill me with kryptonite so that he can rape me while I die.”

“Oh, Dear Lord God!” Edna exclaimed.

“Damn his soul to Hell!” Fred added. Then seeing Linda look up at him, he said, “No, don’t tell me who he is. If I react to him, he might figure out our secret and that would aid him.”

“What are we going to do?” Edna asked, looking to Fred and then to Linda.

“First,” Fred said, “does he actually have any kryptonite?”

“I don’t know yet,” Linda said. “I’m going to check tonight.”

“From a proper distance, I trust,” Edna said.

Linda smiled. “That’s what telescopic vision is for,” she said. “I have no intention of getting close enough for this guy to trap me.”

“Next,” Fred said, “has he attacked other women?”

“I think so,” Linda said. “He was kinda gloating internally about how much practice he had given himself for what he called the Mount Everest of.... Well, I can’t say the word he used, but it’s pretty much a sexually obscene sorta-euphemism for the violent hatred of women.”

“I truly do not understand,” Edna said. “Why do some men have this urge to hurt women so badly?”

“They feel that women have hurt them that badly” Fred said.

“Wha-at?!” Edna said in shock. “Fred, that’s just plain nonsense!”

“Yes, you’re right,” Fred said, “rationally it’s nonsense. This guy has never actually been treated as badly as he treats women. But I would guess that this boy’s mother overindulged him and in so doing conditioned him to expect women and girls to cater to his every whim. When he made his first contacts with the outer world and discovered that girls and women would not meet that expectation the shock must have been extremely painful, traumatically so. Now he is so weak inside that he feels that every woman has hurt him.”

“But Supergirl has never hurt him,” Edna said, then turned to Linda and said, “has she?”

“No,” Linda said. “I’ve never had any contact with him as Supergirl. But that doesn’t seem to matter to him. Do you remember that Girl Scout recruiting poster I posed for last year?”

“The one that shows you standing with your feet apart and your hands on your hips?” Edna asked.

“That’s the one,” Linda said. “The pose was supposed to show the self-confidence that girls can gain from participating in the Girl Scouts. But in this guy’s mind that’s my ‘power stance’, whatever that’s supposed to be, and it’s emblematic of the smug arrogance that he thinks I display. In his inner dialogue he had me telling everyone that I’m the high and mighty Supergirl and that Earth people are inferior beings who are obliged to serve me without question.” She screwed up her face in an expression of puzzled disgust.

“Projecting his own attitude onto you,” Fred said. “He needs to conceive you as evil in order to justify his hatred of you and the extreme schadenfreude that he wants to enjoy from hurting you.”

“I’m still not following this,” Edna said. “What fuels his wrath against Supergirl? She hasn’t done anything that involves him.”

“That’s exactly why he feels such intense murderous hatred for Supergirl,” Fred said. “She’s the one woman on Earth who could gratify his every whim, who, in his calculation, should be seeking him out to do just that, and she has offered him nothing. In his infantile, self-obsessed mind there is no greater evil than that.”

“You make him sound like a sissy-boy,” Edna said.

“I think moral imbecile is the term that criminologists use,” Fred said. “Think of his mind as being subject to a kind of mental retardation. In this case the retardation is emotional. He simply doesn’t know how to feel toward the world as an adult does because he never had to meet the challenges that we all face in growing up. His mother certainly didn’t give him any support in that adventure.”

“But doesn’t he know that there’s something seriously not right with him?” Edna asked.

“Well, he would claim that it’s the world that’s in the wrong,” Fred said. “But I believe that subconsciously he knows that he’s in the wrong. However his conditioning also ensures that subconsciously he doesn’t want that knowledge to come into his conscious mind and he certainly doesn’t want anyone else to know it and make it conscious for him. It seems that superheroes aren’t the only people with secret identities to protect.”

“Well, I think that’s one secret identity that should be exposed,” Edna said. “If he really has kryptonite,” she said to Linda, “then I think that Supergirl should turn him in to the police.”

“And how does Supergirl know that he has kryptonite?” Fred asked.

“Well, she’ll see it,” Edna said.

“I think what Dad’s hinting at,” Linda said, “is that Supergirl has neither probable cause nor warrant to be searching this guy’s house.”

“So what are we going to do?” Edna asked. “What can we do?”

“You know, people disappear all the time,” Fred said.

“Dad!” Linda said in shock.

“Fred!” Edna said at the same instant.

“What?” Fred said in bewilderment.

“Dad,” Linda said, “there is just no way that I would ever do such a thing.”

“And what thing do you think I was about to suggest?” Fred asked.

“It was beginning to sound like you want Supergirl to kill this boy,” Edna said.

“Good Heavens, no!” Fred said. “I know that the Kryptonese have a strong inhibition against killing. I would never ask Supergirl to do such a thing. No, I was going to suggest that she send the guy into the Phantom Zone.”

“Krypton’s worst criminals are in there,” Edna commented. “They would certainly kill him. It would be the same as her killing him.”

“No,” Linda said. “The people in the Phantom Zone are unable to harm each other, but they might push him around the way they do Mon-El.”

“So we have a solution of our problem,” Fred said.

“No,” Linda said. “I can’t do that. First, we don’t know for a fact that he is actually planning to kill me. It could be merely an idle fantasy. And second, I don’t have the authority to send someone to the Phantom Zone against his will.”

“Couldn’t you get a warrant from the Kandorian courts?” Edna asked by way of suggestion. “I know you’re reluctant to be judge, jury, and executioner. But if a judge in Kandor were to grant you permission, wouldn’t that let you send this boy away?”

“No and yes,” Linda said. “If I could get a warrant from the court, I would certainly take advantage of it. But no Kryptonese court would grant such a warrant. The question that is going to get in the way is that of how I know this guy actually intends to kill me.”

“I wonder whether our authorities might be of some help in this?” Fred mused. “You said his fantasy implied that he has raped other women.”

“Yes,” Linda said. “I didn’t hear anything specific, but his comment that raping Supergirl would be the apex of a long career definitely implies that he has abused other women.”

“If those women were to identify him,” Fred said, “then he would be going to prison for a very long time. That would also solve our problem.”

“Now I have a dilemma,” Linda said. “Only Supergirl could carry out the necessary research among the various police agencies within one hundred miles of Midvale, but if Supergirl begins pursuing one unknown rapist with a picture of the suspect, then the suspect will have a clue to our secret, which he might share in prison.”

“So,” Edna said, “what we need, then, is some pretext to spread his picture over a wide area without involving Supergirl. If he has actually carried out the rapes his fantasy implied, then at least some of the victims would recognize him and contact the police.”

“That’s a good thought,” Linda said. “I’ll see if I can think of a way to get him some publicity.”

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She was still feeling nauseated when she came up into the Danverses’ basement. Her would-be rapist did, indeed, have a small chunk of kryptonite, a piece weighing perhaps a pound. He also had an inflated life-size plastic Supergirl punching bag, of the kind that girls and women used in their exercise regimens. He had been rubbing the green-glowing metal on the bag while masturbating himself and she had seen, through her new telepathy, the fantasy that he had been using to arouse himself. Horrified by what she saw, she was even more horrified by her sudden desire to fire an intense, lethal burst of x-rays into the young man’s brain.

She had worried that seeing his sexual fantasies might get her feeling hot inside, that she would actually share some common feeling with this specimen of failed manhood. She needn’t have worried. Seeing his fantasy of masturbating with a dying woman didn’t just leave her cold; it left her feeling downright cryogenic.

Not wanting to risk disturbing Fred and Edna’s sleep, she floated up the stairs and into her bedroom. She closed the door quietly and lowered herself onto her bed, lying on her back to think about the problem that confronted her. But though she had wanted to work on ways to solve her problem, she just could not keep her eyes open. This was quite unusual, for her to feel so sleepy, but she dismissed it as a side effect of the red kryptonite exposure and surrendered to it.

When she woke up the next morning she saw that her dresser had become home to a strange device. Thin strips of aluminum foil crisscrossed her mirror and wires attached to their ends ran over the top of the mirror and around its sides to fall to the floor and attach to a breadboard arrangement of vacuum tubes and other components sitting on the floor on the left side of the dresser. What appeared to be some kind of antennae flanked the mirror and were also attached by wires to the complicated-looking apparatus. She also saw that the apparatus seemed to be built around a weird kind of Leyden jar that had glass tubing running into the apparatus.

She remembered having an especially vivid dream, one of flying around Midvale gathering up electronic parts and other pieces of scientific equipment. Now she came to believe that she had acted on some subconscious impulses, flying and carrying out other activities in her sleep. Super-somnambulism?! she thought. She looked again at the pseudo-Leyden jar and thought, I’m blowing glass in my sleep?! Then it occurred to her to ask herself what the darned thing was for, but her subconscious wasn’t saying, simply because it didn’t know. The answer to her question, though, was close at hand, if a little hard to grasp.

If only she had been able to see directly into the ghostly realm in which light exists only in shades of purple, she would have seen several men in her room examining the device that she had built. A chunky, bald-headed man was kneeling and looking closely at her work while a tall, thin man with fierce-looking eyes stood and watched.

“It’s perfect, Mezz-Murr,” the chunky man said in Kryptonese. “It’ll work. It lacks only the catalyst.”

“And that, my good Jax-Ur, will come to us soon enough,” Mezz-Murr said.

Oblivious to the ghostly presences in her bedroom, Supergirl took off her red-caped ess-dress and red boots and put them into the secret compartment built into the back of her closet. Then she put on her wig, transforming herself into Linda, then put on her pajamas, bathrobe, and slippers, as befits someone feigning sickness. Not that she was feigning all that much: being privy to a rapist’s sexual fantasies made her feel plenty sick. Thus ready to face the day, she went downstairs to join Fred and Edna for breakfast.

“He’s got it,” she said without preamble.

“Couldn’t you just go into his room at superspeed and take it?” Edna asked.

Linda shook her head. “He would know that I know about his plot. That might give him a clue to solving our secret.”

“Is he working on anything at the lab that might be newsworthy?” Fred asked.

Again Linda shook her head. “Nothing that would get his picture in the paper,” she said.

“Perhaps we could contrive a way to have him win a contest?” Edna suggested.

“He doesn’t enter any contests that I’m aware of,” Linda said, “and I’m fairly certain that he doesn’t enter any at all. He seems to have made a fine art out of keeping a low profile.”

“‘The wicked flee where no man pursueth’,” Edna quoted by way of comment.

“Well, let’s keep our minds open and see what we can come up with,” Fred said. “We definitely need to solve this problem.”

After they had eaten their breakfast and Fred had gone to work, Linda took on the task of cleaning the kitchen. The last part of that task was washing the dishes.

She had just finished washing and drying the breakfast dishes when she began to feel sleepy again. “This red kryptonite exposure is making me feel tired again,” she said to Edna as she took off her apron and hung it on the lunette on the broom closet door. “I’m going upstairs to lie down for a few minutes.”

No sooner had she lain herself down on her bed than she lost consciousness. She slipped into a strange dream, one that she should have enjoyed, but found it disturbing instead.

Three ghostly figures stood over her. Occupying a realm estranged from normal space, they could see but not be seen, hear but not be heard.

“She is not responding as I expected,” Mezz-Murr said. “She is not in a warm mood.”

“The puzzwutz has upset her emotional equilibrium,” Jax-Ur commented. “Is there anything Boo-Hau and I can do to help you succeed?”

“Just be patient,” Mezz-Murr said. “This barrier only slows me down: it will not stop me.”

“Then let me just strengthen your morale,” Jax-Ur said, “by saying that the puzzwutz will repay your extra effort. We will make a display of him and of his self-indulgent weakness and stupidity.”

“I’m not so sure that we should discourage that kind of moral retardation,” Boo-Hau said. “Let them blame others for their own failures in order to keep themselves weak and stupid. It will make these Earthlings easier for us to rule.”

“It will also make them incapable of building a civilization like ours,” Jax-Ur said. “Surely, my friend, you do not want to live your immortal existence on a mere slum-world like this galactic backwater. No, with our superpowers we have nothing to fear from these people. Let us compel them to rebuild their world in the image of the world we once loved. If they must become strong and intelligent in order to achieve that goal for us, then let it be so.”

They fell silent then and watched Mezz-Murr struggle with his task. Slowly the telepathic hypnotist moved around his victim as she lay dozing on her bed. Carefully he prepared the ground into which he then planted certain imaginary seeds.

Late that afternoon, when Edna had gone to her Ladies Auxiliary meeting, Linda lay down on her bed yet again to take a nap. Absent-mindedly she slid under her crotch one of the absorbent pads that she wore in her crotch during her snarly times.

“This is where the puzzwutz has made my task difficult,” Mezz-Murr said as he watched Linda doze off. “I need to arouse a bondage fantasy without letting it so much as hint at rape. I must let her see characters motivated solely by perverse lust and not by the infantile rage of the weak and the stupid.”

“Why did she have to develop a love for enslavement fantasies?” Jax-Ur asked rhetorically.

Mezz-Murr misinterpreted his meaning and said, “Her lust for plastic things would lead to embarrassment if it were found out, so she displaced the lust onto the characters in her fantasies and made them force her into sexual contact with what she loves, thereby absolving her of the sin of fetishism and quenching the anxiety of being found out.”

“This would have been easier for us to do if she had developed a normal libido plan,” Boo-Hau commented.

“Perhaps,” Mezz-Murr commented. “But in any case we shall have her glidspoo soon enough.”

Again Mezz-Murr moved around Linda, reaching out to touch her with ghostly fingers, and again Linda dreamed.

<<Again she had gone into space as Supergirl, this time to correct the orbit of another satellite that had gone astray after launch. Now she was approaching Earth on a tangential trajectory that would have her skipping across the top of the atmosphere almost completely around the world. This time she came in at ten miles per second, faster than a rocketship would return from a mission to the moon.

<<In full view of everyone on the ground, but effectively invisible nonetheless, she took off her panties and tucked them into her belt. Then she turned herself to point her feet in the direction of her motion and spread her legs. Soon hot plasma lifted her skirt and began to stroke her crotch and thighs. She felt her buttocks sliding on incandescent air and soon she was enveloped in glowing gas. The air between her legs began to vibrate like the air column in an organ pipe, but much more rapidly. The vibrations reached her clitoris and made it swell and stiffen. It slid forward in its sheath and its tip emerged at the top of her cunnus to be stroked directly by the hot vibrating air.>>

Lying on her bed, Linda was beginning to breath deeply and rapidly. Her hands were stroking the insides of her thighs.

<<Time and again Supergirl sank into the atmosphere to use the hot hypersonic flow to masturbate herself. Too high and moving too fast to be tracked by any telescope, she felt entirely free to enjoy without guilt her hot, no-panties, feet-first hypersonic entry into Earth’s atmosphere. Eventually, though, she was obliged to come to ground.

<<When she landed she noticed that the landscape displayed itself in shades of red and infrared, colors for which the people of Earth could have no names, with only hints of green and blue. Overhead the sky was almost completely black except for a faint blue halo around a red sun so large that her hand held at arm’s length barely covered it. She felt a great calm come over her, a sense of serenity that accompanies coming home. She recognized the area from pictures: she was in Argo City before Krypton exploded.

<<Suddenly clouds covered the sky and rain began to fall. All around her she saw people wearing plastic raincoats in a mind-boggling array of styles and colors. She saw her friends and acquaintances wearing what she thought of as their plastic “love dresses”.

<<Sometime in her third avoshan, when she would have been about four Earth years old, she had come awake one night and drifted out of bed and into the family room of her parents’ tosh’vong. There she had found her parents, wearing strange plastic dresses over their pajamas, kissing and hugging each other. Her mother had told her that the plastic dresses were actually raincoats, but that made no sense to Kara because it had not rained in Argo City since long before Kara was born. She came to think of “raincoat” as synonymous with “love dress”.

<<Now she was following Leeta Drin-Vah, who was wearing her transparent-infrared-12 raincoat, to Leeta’s parents’ tosh’vong. She was aware of her own raincoat, made of transparent-white plastic with red-6 starbursts and infrared-5 curlicues printed on it, and began to feel warm inside. She was also aware that she was not following Leeta of her own volition, but was under some kind of spell.

<<When the two girls came into Leeta’s bedroom, Witch Leeta commanded Kara to dry her raincoat. Using the proffered towel, Kara obeyed the command and then dried her own raincoat. Before taking off her raincoat, Leeta commanded Kara to kiss it where the plastic was taut over Leeta’s breasts. Kara felt Leeta’s nipples swell and stiffen as she obeyed the command. Then Leeta commanded Kara to undress herself and followed suit as Kara obeyed.

<<Completely naked, Leeta took naked Kara in an embrace and kissed her. “I am so hot to play with you in my bed,” Leeta said. Kara felt her nipples swell and stiffen and felt her clitoris grow and slide forward in its sheath, protruding from it and stiffening in anticipation of the special touch Kara craved. As Kara simmered in sexual heat Leeta handed her a shower cap made of a blue rubber band and transparent-white plastic on which blue starbursts had been printed and commanded her to put it on. After she complied and became even hotter she felt Leeta touch something to her neck just below and behind her left ear and then she felt something explode inside her.

<<Suddenly she was free of the spell that Leeta had put on her and she ran for her neatly folded clothes. Just as suddenly she was jerked off her feet when Leeta grabbed her left arm. She felt utterly helpless as Leeta pulled her close and turned her around to face her. “You’re just an inflated plastic bag, Kara,” Leeta gloated. “My big blow-up doll. You’re going to be my plastic prisoner forever.” Then she pointed to a pile of plastic on the floor by the bed and told Kara to get into it.

<<It turned out to be a double half-slip made of opaque-blue plastic. At its bottom it was attached to a round-bottomed rubbery plastic weight and at the top it had a simple rubber band, like a shower cap. Kara stepped into it and pulled it up to her waist. She saw a short tube as wide as her thumb, made of soft, translucent-white plastic, protruding from an inch-wide aureole made of the same plastic positioned at crotch level on the front of the outer slip. Leeta knelt before her then, took the tube in her lips, and blew into it. For the next few minutes all Kara could hear was the soft whoosh of Leeta inflating the slip. She felt the inner slip slide between her legs and press against her crotch as Leeta blew it full and felt it push against her clitoris when Leeta patted it to test its tautness.

<<Now Kara stood trapped in the slip, helpless before her captress. Leeta stood up and gave her a playful jab in the belly and Kara tipped over backward, only to be tipped smartly back upright as if begging to be punched again. Leeta was quick to comply with the implied request and soon had Kara bouncing gaily in the center of her bedroom. At first Kara tried to fend off the blows, but soon she saw the futility of her effort and put her hands against the sides of the slip, submitting to Leeta’s bopping, bouncing and wobbling gaily for her mistress.

<<When Leeta tired of playing with her new toy, she left the room. Kara wondered what she planned to do next and found out when Fni Etsidar-Loh arrived. She came into Leeta’s bedroom still wearing her transparent-blue plastic raincoat over her clothes, the raincoat that Kara had wanted to touch, to hold, to kiss and caress. Kara liked Fni and craved the sensation of touching her personal plastic while it still held her warmth. Now her dream came true.

<<“So you’re the girl who’s in love with my raincoat,” Fni said. “How strange!” Then she smiled and said, “But it’s OK. I kind of like the idea.” She stepped close to Kara and embraced her. “Here,” she said quietly into Kara’s left ear, “I’ll let you touch it and get acquainted with it.”

<<Hesitantly at first, Kara put her arms around Fni and stroked her raincoat’s soft, warm plastic. She felt hot and quivery inside and felt a hard pressure in her clitoris. So intent was she on the sensations of touching Fni’s raincoat that it came as a shock when she became aware that Fni was kissing her passionately. “I’ll let you wear my raincoat when I play with you in bed,” Fni said in a quavery voice. Then she took off her raincoat, helped Kara put it on, then kissed her again and left the room.

<<Time went by and then Kara saw Leeta’s boyfriend, Jal-Kra come into the room. He was wearing his own transparent-gray plastic raincoat over black pajamas and he was stroking his belly as he came to confront Leeta’s plastic prisoner.

<<“So you’re Leeta’s special poshaba,” he said as he pushed her over backward and looked her over. “That means that you’re also my f’nash’pangwa.” He allowed Kara to tip forward again and embraced her, pressing her face against the warm plastic of his raincoat. “When Leeta and I are married I will make you pregnant with a copy of my raincoat, but today I have been told that I must give you a copy of Fni’s raincoat.”

<<He pushed a deflator tube into the valve on Kara’s rocking slip and undressed himself as air blew out of the slip. He didn’t wait for the slip to deflate completely, but pulled Kara out of it as soon as it had gone sufficiently limp for him to do so. He laid Kara onto Leeta’s bed. slid the skirt of Fni’s raincoat up above her waist, and then crawled onto the bed to mount her.

<<Kara felt Jal come down soft, warm, and heavy on her and felt his rigid penis slide into her vagina. Her hands rubbed the plastic of Fni’s raincoat as she felt Jal push his penis in and out of her, stroking her clitoris with his abdomen as he did so. He worked quickly and soon Kara felt something hot blossom inside her in a series of spurts as she herself shuddered and convulsed in climax. Jal rested on her for a few minutes and then got up to dress himself and leave the room, leaving her on the bed to play with Fni’s raincoat and savor the new warmth glowing inside her.>>

Linda shuddered and quivered in her own climax as the fantasy played out in her imagination. Force of habit kept her from crying out in any way, part of her self-disciplinary suppression of any tendency to talk in her sleep. Soon she was done.

Waking up just enough to see what she was doing, she picked up the sopping wet pad from under her crotch, carried it the apparatus by her dresser, and put the pad into the pseudo-Leyden jar. Then she laid herself back down on the bed and dozed for another quarter hour.

That evening, during the family’s after-dinner discussion, Fred offered a new plan.

“Can Supergirl contrive some accident?” he asked and then hastily added, “Not anything that would cause an injury, but something that would attract a lot of attention. Perhaps a house fire that would bring the fire department and the police into play?”

“That seems rather drastic,” Edna opined.

“Not compared to what we are trying to prevent,” Fred said. Then to Linda he said, “You told us that this guy is camera-shy. My thinking is that if he were involved in a truly messy scene to which the police would come, first there would be reporters and photographers and second he would have a hard time explaining to the police why he did not want to be photographed. I believe that would solve our problem.”

“I’m not too sure that I want to be setting someone’s house on fire,” Linda said. “I wouldn’t want to do that to the other people who live in it.”

“Well,” Edna said, “it wouldn’t be out of character for Supergirl to repair the damage when the dust has settled. Just make sure that the firemen or the police discover the kryptonite and remove it before you go in to do your good deed.”

“That sounds like a good idea,” Linda said. “But I need to think about it and take another look at the situation. And I need to wait until this red kryptonite exposure wears off: it’s been making me really sleepy and I don’t want to doze off at a bad moment.”

“Right,” Fred said. “Well, you should be back to normal the day after tomorrow.”

“And not a moment too soon,” Edna said. “The sooner that boy is in jail, the better I will feel.”

It was a sentiment that Linda shared whole-heartedly.

Well past midnight she did it again. Lying naked on her bed with an absorbent pad under her crotch, she dozed off and went into another strange reverie.

<<In this fantasy she was the plastic prisoner of a clown society. Along with other boys and girls, she had been taken secretly to the clowns’ movable home. She had been stripped naked and put into a cage whose only furnishing was a inflated mattress made of opaque-yellow plastic on which tweng and veleg stripes had been printed. She had then been examined by Pfoo-Nux, Gathi-Poo, and Shub-Nuk.

<<Each of the clowns wore only a sarong and a half slip made of transparent plastic, though some also wore their plastic shower caps as well. Kara thought of the plastic slips as rainslips, but noticed that the clowns wore them even though no rain was falling outside.

<<From her cage she watched as other boys and girls were turned into living plastic dolls for the clowns to play with. Then her turn came. She was told to put on her plastic shower cap and to bathe herself. When she had complied with the command, the head clown, Shub-Nuk, touched a strange wand to the side of her neck, about one inch below and behind her left ear, and turned her into an inflated plastic doll. He then made her put on her own raincoat, made of transparent-white plastic with grutt starbursts and flegg curlicues printed on it, and took her to a small tent within the larger tent that served the clowns as a movable hutong.

<<Inside the small tent she saw only a bed. Shub-Nuk laid her down upon it lying on her back and slid the skirt of her raincoat up around her waist. She watched as Shub-Nuk pulled down his rainslip and unwrapped his sarong to reveal his penis standing up straight and tall.

<<“Now, my plastic Kara,” he said, using the hard genitive that the Kryptonese only applied to personal property, “I want to test you as my sex prisoner.”

<<He crawled onto the bed and mounted her. She felt him come down soft, warm, and heavy on her and felt his rigid penis slide into her vagina. Her hands rubbed the plastic of her raincoat as she felt him push his penis in and out of her, stroking her clitoris with his abdomen as he did so. He worked quickly and soon Kara felt something hot blossom inside her in a series of spurts as she herself shuddered and convulsed in climax. Shub-Nuk rested on her for a few minutes and then got up to dress himself and leave the small tent, leaving her on the bed to play with her raincoat and savor the new warmth glowing inside her.

<<Soon, though, another of the clowns came into the little tent and took off his rainslip and sarong. As Shub-Nuk had done, he laid himself down on Kara, penetrated her with his penis, and pumped his semen into her. Then another clown came and did the same thing. Kara noticed that as each clown climaxed into her the warm glow inside her grew a little bigger and she felt her belly stretch a little more.

<<After the last clown had his way with her and Shub-Nuk returned, her belly was bulging noticeably, so much so that her raincoat would not close completely over it. Shub-Nuk put an arm around her shoulders and stroked the bulge. He seemed pleased with the result.

<<“Now you are my pregnant plastic bride,” he gloated. “When you give birth to your new raincoat, I’ll get you pregnant with a copy of my raincoat.”>>

That’s when Linda climaxed, writhing on her bed and whimpering softly as she shuddered and quivered. When she had finished, she took the wet pad from under her crotch and put it into the pseudo-Leyden jar. Then she lay herself back down and went to sleep.

Very early in the morning, as dawn was just beginning to fill the land outside with light, she felt the urge come over her again. Half asleep, she got up to get a pad and then laid herself back down again and went into a reverie.

<<As she entered the fantasy she was already an inflated plastic doll and already pregnant with a copy of her plastic raincoat. She was imprisoned in a plushly furnished hut on the grounds of a boys’ camp by Lake Bing’tung-Wa. Wearing only her raincoat, she stood by the window, idly stroking her bulging belly, and watched the boys playing outside. The boys were taking turns playing with her, a different boy coming to the hut and sleeping with her every night. Jur-Zee had been first: he had been the one who had made her pregnant. His twin brother Gurn had been next. Of all the boys who had taken her to bed so far, and that was most of them, she had developed a kind of affection for smooth, pudgy Snog-Moh.

<<The other boys were not mean to her, certainly. They all treated her well enough, though they made it clear that she was merely a toy to them, albeit one that they liked. But Snog-Moh was special. He seemed to be genuinely in love with her and he treated her like a wife rather than as a toy. As a consequence she had rigged the drawing to determine who would get to keep her and take her home with him when the summer was over: she had managed to ensure that she drew from the fishbowl the slip of paper with Snog-Moh’s name on it. Now, as the sun went down, she waited for Snog-Moh to come to her.

<<He was wearing his own transparent-black plastic raincoat over his pajamas when he came to her that night. The sight of the moist-skin sheen shifting over the soft, smooth plastic as he moved got her hot again and she took off her own raincoat in a clear gesture of invitation and submission. He took her in an embrace, kissed her, and pressed her against his raincoat, allowing her to rub against it and heat herself up even more. When she was ready, he took off his raincoat and pajamas and got into bed with her.

<<Hours later she felt something stir deep within her. Part of the warm glow deep in her belly, which had grown every time one of the boys had his way with her, began to extrude toward her vagina. She felt sexual heat rise within her as the special warmth entered her vagina and slid down it in little pulses. She had her hands between her legs, rubbing her thighs and her clitoris, and soon she felt a narrow flap of plastic come out of her vagina. She pulled gently on it and climaxed. She rested for a short time and then the process resumed. Again she masturbated herself to high arousal and then pulled on the plastic to bring herself to climax. Again and again she repeated the process until, at last, over an hour after it began, the last bit of plastic slid out of her vagina.

<<She got out of bed and examined what had come out of her and found that it was, indeed, an exact copy of her raincoat. She also saw that the bulge in her belly was gone. She draped the new raincoat over a chair and then, quivering with excitement and lust, she put on Snog-Moh’s raincoat and played with herself some more in preparation to become pregnant with a copy of it.>>

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She had no sooner put the latest sopping rag into the pseudo-Leyden jar and sealed the jar than the strange weariness of the past few days overtook her again. Yawning, she stepped back and lay herself down on her bed. As she dozed off she thought she saw soft white sparks flaring on the mirror above her dresser.

The sparks grew thicker and in the center of the mirror, where they were densest, a purple hole opened and began to widen. Rapidly at first and then more slowly the hole widened. Through it, had she been awake, Linda would have seen a purple-tinted realm inhabited by ghostly figures.

Pursued by shouts, most of them in Kryptonese, a young raven-haired man in a red tunic tumbled through the widening interdimensional window. He shook Linda roughly, trying to wake her up. He was getting a response when he noticed the overweight, bald-headed man peering through the purple window. Giving Linda one more shake and pulling her off the bed to dump her rudely onto the floor, the young man turned and dove out the bedroom window.

“Yah, try to flee, Mon-El,” Jax-Ur yelled. “We’ll hunt you down later. We have some special games we want to play with lead pipes.” He laughed maniacally at that and then reached his hands through the opening.

Coming out of her trance, LInda jumped up, leaped at the portal, and tried to push Jax-Ur back into the Phantom Zone. She had to use her inner forcefog to generate the necessary force: the floor simply wouldn’t support the force that she applied. But for all her power, she was caught in a stalemate.

Jax-Ur had his hands on her throat, though she didn’t see what he hoped to gain from trying to choke her. Even his superstrength wouldn’t do her any harm. She had second thoughts on that opinion several minutes later when she felt a tingling all over her body and felt dizzy. But then the tingling grew into a stinging burning-cold sensation and the dizziness was dissolved into a sensation of weakness. Horrified, she understood that she was losing her superpowers, but then she saw that Jax-Ur was in even greater distress. He released his grip on her and struggled to get back into the Phantom Zone.

She saw a movement to her left and looked. Mon-El stood with his right hand clenched in a fist. Giving her a grim smile, he opened his hand to let her see the two-inch wide chunk of metal that he carried. Green light shone brightly from all over its silvery-gray surface.

“I just paid your would-be rapist a visit,” he said. “I figure I have better use for this than he does.”

She staggered back to sit down on the bed. “Thanks, Mon-El,” she gasped.

He gave her a genuine smile and picked up a pair of Linda’s bobby socks. He slipped the kryptonite into one, tied the two socks together, and them looped them over his belt. Then he levitated himself up to and through the shrinking window into the Phantom Zone.

As soon as Mon-El passed through the inter-dimensional window Linda felt the pain and weakness go away and felt her superpowers return. She also heard faint screams of pain and rage coming from the window. She saw Mon-El grinning at her through the window.

“I suspect that they won’t be giving me any more trouble,” he said just as the window closed in a shower of soft white sparks.

An instant later the device that had opened the window into the Phantom Zone was completely disassembled, its parts ripped into little pieces, and ready to be taken out later for disposal in some remote landfill.

Linda then noticed Fred and Edna, wearing their robes over their pajamas, standing in her doorway, staring in open-mouthed astonishment.

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The next day the Daily Planet and the Midvale Register both carried a story of a super-powered burglary. Thanks to Linda’s contacts at both papers the story ran on page one with a picture of the victim above the fold. Poor Scott Guanohuffer. The neighbors had heard the violent commotion at his house and had called the Midvale Police. When the police arrived they found Scott visibly upset and complaining about being robbed by a super-powered man in a red tunic. “Even kryptonite didn’t affect him,” Scott blurted out, so distraught was he. When the policeman asked how he knew that fact, Scott feigned coming out of a trance and apologized. “I have been working with some volatile chemicals,” he explained, “and I must have been hallucinating.” The policeman looked at the door ripped from its hinges, the snub-nosed revolver lying on the porch, the six flattened slugs on the sidewalk, and what looked like a lead box lying on the lawn. “Some hallucination!” he said.

Scott hadn’t wanted to talk to reporters and had managed to avoid being photographed. But his neighbors were eager to talk, to tell about being jolted out of a sound sleep by the loud bang of a door being ripped out of its frame, of two men yelling, of the sound of gunshots, of the sight of their neighbor firing his pistol at a man in a red tunic, a man who laughed off the bullets as Superman would, of the strange superman taking from Scott a chunk of what resembled a green-glowing metal and then flying off with it. Somehow, and nobody ever found out how, the papers had also obtained a picture of the victim that looked very much like a photo from a S.T.A.R. Labs personnel file, though it couldn’t have been that, because obtaining that picture would have been not only illegal, but impossible for someone without superpowers.

So Scott got his picture in the paper, there for anyone and everyone to see. For the next several days the police departments of several towns and villages around Midvale and the Shawangunk County Sheriff’s office received calls from women who had recognized him and had some very serious things to say about him. When the trials were over, the pathetic failure was sent to the maximum security prison at Peloponessett, where he was scheduled to spend a span of time substantially longer than a human lifetime. Of course there was no point in Scott developing any real manhood in such a setting, so he devoted the remainder of his life to feeling sorry for himself.

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As her telepathy had faded Linda had caught a fleeting thought passing through Mon-El’s mind and it had made her feel warm inside. That very night she decided to take that thought to heart and add her own elaborations to it, giving it the full force of her emotions as she did so. Put simply, she used that thought as a seed from which she grew a hot masturbation fantasy.

Just before he passed back into the Phantom Zone Mon-El had imagined tenderly touching Supergirl in a soul-merging expression of true love. He had sought the emotional equivalent of what the engineers at S.T.A.R. Labs called positive feedback – her passion would increase his and his would increase hers in an upward spiral that would take them to a state analogous to the Buddhists’ nirvana, consciousness dissolved into some ætherial solvent.

Late at night, when Midvale slept, in the dark of Linda Danvers’s bedroom, Supergirl stripped herself naked and put on Linda’s transparent-blue plastic raincoat, feeling the limp, skin-smooth plastic warm instantly where it touched her. Gently she brushed the plastic over her skin, luxuriating in the tactile sensations and the soft swishing of her own love dress caressing her. For long moments she gyrated slowly in a kind of quiet belly dance and then, when her nipples had swollen and stiffened, she took the raincoat off, lest she tear it, and laid it over the back of her chair. Then she lay herself down on her bed, lying on her back on the folded towel that she had laid down earlier. With her hands on the insides of her thighs, she went into her reverie.

<<Just married, she and Mon-El were in their new home and preparing to go to bed for the first time together. He had already gotten himself ready, coming downstairs wearing a satiny gray robe. He then waited downstairs while she went up the curving open stairway to the bedroom to get undressed. Completely naked, she had put on her raincoat and gone to the stairwell. Now she stood balanced on top of the railing opposite the head of the stairs and looked straight down ten feet to the bottom step of the gently curving staircase. She stepped off into empty space and, with soft plastic swirling and billowing around her, floated down, turning as she did so.

<<His expression told her that he was genuinely surprised to see her entrance and she thought him sweet for not having used his x-ray vision to watch her preparations. He stood up, entranced, as she alighted on the bottom step and came to her.

<<“You are so exquisitely beautiful,” he said. “Dear Kara, your namesake has blessed you above all other women,” he added as he reached out his left hand and stroked the plastic on her right shoulder. Then he slid his arm around her shoulders and kissed her. Dipping slightly, he put his right arm down, behind her legs, and lifted her up. She put her arms around his neck then and kissed him as he carried her up the stairs. Noticing something about the way his robe felt, she peeled back the right lapel and saw that he was wearing his transparent-black plastic raincoat under his robe. “For you,” he commented when he saw what she was doing.>>

On her bed she felt her clitoris enlarging, sliding forward in its fleshy sheath as it stiffened. She was breathing deeply in soft, shuddering gasps and she felt her heart throbbing like the thunder drums that men and women pounded at the festival of k’Antorknitsi. She struggled to keep the fire of her passion banked, didn’t want it to flame up just yet, but kept her arousal simmering as she played with her fantasy.

<<Because neither of them perspired, they could wear their raincoats on their naked bodies without discomfort. In their bedroom he set her down on the love seat, took off his robe, and sat next to her. She put her left hand on his right shoulder and the feel of his plastic soft, smooth, and warm under her touch made her nipples swell and harden over him. He gazed upon her with awe and lust and he reached out with tender hands to touch her. She reached out to him and pulled him close; she gave him little moans of pleasure when he touched her in the right places in the right way; and she touched him in ways that enhanced his excitement.

<<Then he took her raincoat off her. Gently he opened the coat and slid it down her back as she pulled her arms out of the sleeves. He gazed at her A-cup breasts, at their two-inch wide, brick-red aureoles and their nipples each as big as the tip of his little finger. Tenderly he kissed her with soft bursts of heat from his eyes and she felt spots of warmth roaming over her breasts as his eyes shifted their gaze. In response she began trembling all over.

<<She took his raincoat off him then, opening it and sliding it down his back as he pulled his arms out of the sleeves, not taking his eyes off her breasts for a microsecond. With his plastic safely out of the way, she gazed warmth onto his erect penis. She heard him gasp in a deep breath and exhale with a quavery sigh.

<<Judging that they were both ready, she floated up off the love seat and over to the bed, hovering for a long moment before sinking slowly onto the covers. She continued to beam heat at him in clear invitation and he responded by levitating himself off the love seat and floating himself to a point directly above her. Then he came slowly down beside her.

<<They came together in a fresh embrace and she felt his erect penis press against her right thigh as he kissed her yet again. She felt his hands exploring her special places, sliding over her skin, and she grew ever hotter until she could stand it no longer and begged him to mount her. As he stroked the insides of her thighs she responded by spreading her legs apart, opening herself to him.

<<Soon she felt his right leg sliding over hers, she felt his body sliding on top of hers, pressing her into the bed firmly with his softness and warmth, and then she felt his left leg slide over her right leg as he completed mounting her. He laid his penis into her cunnus like a hot dog in a bun and kissed her again. Breathing heavily, he pushed his penis against her clitoris, pressing it down and sliding over it, and she went into a frenzy of passion. She felt the pressure in her crotch rise to unbearable levels as if he were inflating her. She was uttering quavery little squeals with his every motion.

<<Then he penetrated her. She quivered to a deep thrill as he put the tip of his penis onto the entrance to her vagina, then put his lips on hers and pushed his penis into her as he kissed her passionately. She felt something stiff, yet to her rubbery soft, even though it was harder than any substance on Earth, push into her, pushing the walls of her vagina apart, pressing the flesh upward against her clitoris, and inflating her with even more libido. Slowly at first and then faster, he pulled his penis partway out of her and then pushed it back in. Her tremulous moans took on a tone of abject desperation as he raised her ever higher toward their mutual climax.

<<It began with a tickling in her clitoris. He was ramming her in a frenzy as she shuddered and convulsed under him. She had wondered whether she would actually feel him squirt his jizz into her, but thought that she might be so dissolved in her own orgasm that she would be oblivious to it. She found out that she did not feel his spurting semen consciously, yet she was aware that he was climaxing into her. She felt her tension release in long, hard spasms as long as he was moving and her reaction to him kept him moving until his supply of semen was spent.

<<“Oh, Kara!” he cried breathlessly as he came to the end of his striving.

<<They lay panting then, in mutual embrace, basking in the afterglow of their heat-storm. Like the offering of a body kiss, each of them gave the other a flash of warmth from their post-coital blush and then they were finished. As he rested on top of her she reminded herself that, although being an inflated plastic sex toy might be good, this is what she truly craved.>>

And as Linda rested in the afterglow of her own climax she knew that Mon-El had offered her, however unintentionally, what she truly craved – the firm, yet tender, love that only a man of fully developed moral character can offer.

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This story was inspired in part by the Supergirl story “The Man Who Made Supergirl Cry” (Action Comics #288, May 1962). In the original story Mon-El, not one of the brightest bulbs on the marquee, heaves the kryptonite into space after driving the super-villains back into the Phantom Zone instead of taking it into the Phantom Zone with him so that he could use it to thwart any further escape plans that Krypton’s worst criminals might cook up. That would have been a useful thing to have a year or so later when the evil Lesla-Lar freed three of the super-scumbags.

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Supergirl in Distress

Timeline

Astute readers will notice that some of the dates at the beginning of previously posted stories in this series differ from the dates given below by several years. The discrepancy is due to a clerical error by the author (heavy sigh!). The dates below are the correct ones. – TdC.

1944:

Date unknown: Kara Zor-El born in Argo City.

1959:

May 18 (Monday): Kara arrives on Earth and becomes Supergirl/Linda Lee.

November: Linda Lee adopted by Fred and Edna Danvers.

1962:

Apr 11: Linda Danvers’s 18^th birthday.

May 03 (Thursday): Karen Blair’s Special Supergirl Punching Bag. (5 days)

June: Linda Danvers graduates from Midvale High School.

September: Linda Danvers enrolls at Stanhope College.

Sep 22: Supergirl’s 18^th birthday.

1963:

May 07 (Tuesday): Supergirl - Plastic Prisoner of the Outlaw Sorority (2 days).

Jun 10 (Monday): The Amazing Inflatable Supergirl! (2 days).

Jun 27 (Thursday): Supergirl and the Plastic Prisoners of Amazon Island (1 month).

Dec 24 (Tuesday): The Execution of Supergirl (1 week).

1964:

Mar 24 (Tuesday): Linda Danvers’s Revenge on Supergirl (3 days).

Jun 12 (Friday): Triumph of the Supergirl Revenge Squad (2 wks)

Aug 23 (Sunday): The Curse of Supergirl’s Private Pleasure. (3 days)

1965:

Apr 09 (Friday): Supergirl - Enslaved on Feminax (1 week).

Jun 07 (Monday): Wicked Wanda’s Hot Plastic Super-Bride (1 month).

1966:

Feb 28 (Monday): How Punchin’ Judy Poon-Tangled With Supergirl.

Apr 06 (Wednesday): Supergirl - Barefoot, Plastic, and Pregnant (2 weeks).