SUPERGIRL AN THE ASSASSIN

By Dr. Whom

“What a strange place to meet” super girl thought as she touched down in the

clearing. The thick fog swirled around her slim form, it clung to outline

of the curves of the skin

tight costume that covered her muscular form. “What could be so important

that superman would want to meet at this hour of the night in such a

desolate place” , the

young heroine wondered. Super girl tried to use her x-ray vision to scan

the location but

was perplexed to find that the fog seemed to be effecting her vision as she

could only

catch brief glimpses of the surroundings, as if it was fading in and out.

Super girl felt a little frustrated at the fact that everything seemed to be

going wrong this night.

The girls outline glowed red in the infra-red scope, as the assassin studied

every curve of the shapely form. “Amazing” she thought, “her costume almost

appears transparent”, as she slowly adjusted the cross hairs of the sighting

mechanism sitting atop her gas powered cross bow. “Technology at its best”

the assassin smiled to herself as she

moved the sight from the dark outline of super girls nipples to the dark

triangle showing

between her legs. She studied the puzzled look on the girl of steels face.

Again a smile crossed the assassin’s lips, “the lead powder pouring into the

fog swirling through the clearing was clearly hindering super girl from

studying her surroundings and possibly

exposing the ambush before her trap could be sprung. “Lex Luthor will be

extremely

pleased if he were here to see this,” the assassin thought. Very slowly

and carefully she

moved the cross bow back up the red outline of her target as she was aware

that even

though super girls vision was obscured, her super hearing was still very

much unaffected.

Super girl felt uneasy, her senses were telling her that she was being

watched and somewhere inside her, an alarm was going off, yet her xray

vision, as sporadic as it was acting, was not seeing anything out of the

ordinary and her super hearing was not picking up anything but the sounds of

the night creatures. She shook her head as she mentally chastised herself

for being so spooked. A smile crossed her lips, as her gaze, drifting

downwards, fell on her nipples, which had sprung to life and were straining

at the material of skin tight costume. “I will have to deal with those

before my next outing.”, she reminded herself. Her head snapped around at

a sound that wasn’t supposed be there…..

The assassin slowly moved the cross bow up, adjusting the cross hairs on

super girls red S that snuggled into the folds between her breasts. “Damn,

if those nipples get any stiffer, that costume wont hold them,” thought the

assassin and then admonished herself to concentrate on the business at hand,

even though she was aware that her own nipples had become hard, pressing

against her leather top and a dampness was beginning to form between her

legs. She forced her mind to go back over the plan, the gas powered cross

bow held 5 arrows in its magazine. In order to penetrate the girl of steels

body, each arrow was tipped with a spring loaded kryptonite head, that upon

impact, would unfold into 8 razor sharp, hollow prongs which were designed

for two purposes. One was to keep the arrow from being removed without

doing a lot of damage to the host, and the second was to fire a small gas

charge that would inject the kryptonite fluid in the hollow shaft of the

titanium arrow, directly into the body of the young girl. When it entered

the blood stream, it would attack her internal organs, robbing the heroine

of her super powers and causing a great deal of pain. Oddly, the assassin’s

thoughts of that young muscular body completely under her control, excited

her even more as her finger slowly tightened on the trigger of the cross

bow. Unknown to the assassin, her new marvel of technology contained a

manufacturing flaw, that until now had not made itself apparent in her many

hours of testing. A small spring imbedded deep in the weapon, a piece meant

to save manufacturing costs, made a small metallic click that to normal

ears, was imperceptible, but to the hearing of super girl, alerted her to

the fact that she was not alone. The assassin saw super girls head snap

around as she squeezed the trigger of the cross bow. She heard a small wind

like sound as the arrow sprang from the bow and began its deadly path toward

its unsuspecting target.

Super girl instinctively began to lift into flight as the arrow burrowed

into the soft tissue, pushing through the muscle and ramming its nose

into the bone of her left thigh. The head sprang open tearing the muscle

tissue apart and the gas charge in the shaft fired

shooting the kryptonite poison into the surround tissue. Super girl first

felt the impact

as if someone had hit her left leg with a hammer, then her nerves fired,

protesting the

damage being subjected to her body. Slowly, as blood begin pour from the

wound, her body tissue began to absorb the deadly green fluid. Super girl

bit her lip and almost screamed in pain, she immediately felt a weakening of

her powers, but then, her hearing

heard the deadly sound of another object heading her way.

The assassin cursed softly, but years of training had taught her to not

panic, she had watched the arrow strike home and knew that super girls

reflexes were now going to be impaired. She once again adjusted the cross

hairs on the ascending form, judged the speed, fired, then years of

experience kicked in as she anticipated the reactions and movement of her

target and squeezed the trigger again, watching the two deadly missile’s fly

towards their target. “Two arrows left” she thought as she resisted the

urge to fire another volley. The assassin cringed as super girl spun to

left avoiding the first arrow, but felt satisfaction as the evasive move by

her target put her directly in the path of the second arrow. She smiled as

she heard the impact and a cry of pain escape the lips of super girl.

The pain in super girls leg was getting worse, she could tell this was not a

normal arrow, but she couldn’t concentrate on that as she heard the other

arrow approaching, and then the realization that yet another arrow was in

flight and approaching close behind. Had the kryptonite not been flowing

into her system, her normal reflexes would have allowed her easily avoid

both deadly missiles, but this was not the case. Super girl quickly twirled

to her left and felt the heat of the first arrow pass along her curve of her

right breast, just slicing the material on the sleeve of her right arm.

Pain shot through her arm as the kryptonite head sliced open a wound that

distracted the girl of steel more than causing her any damage and shifted

her attention from the second arrow just long enough for it arrow to slam

into her left shoulder, driving its head deep into her body, where the head

opened and released its deadly cargo deep into the muscle. Super girl was

thrown back and spun completely around from the force of the impact, blood

flowed from both wounds now as her thoughts were getting foggy, her vision

was becoming cloudy, she could tell that she was loosing altitude. If she

could just get clear of the area, just long enough to contact superman, she

might have a chance. A chill went through her as she

heard the sound of yet another approaching missile and this time, she knew

she was powerless to avoid it.

The assassin watched as super girl wrestled with the effects of the poison

and internal damage afflicted on her body. She knew that her next shot had

to be deadly effective or she would lose her prey and time seemed to move

slowly as she centered the cross hairs on the firm, muscular abs of her

lovely young target. Once again, she just knew that her nipples were hard

and ached as she sighted in on the firm young body of her prey and squeezed

the trigger yet once again.

Super girl saw the arrow moving in slow motion as it approached. Her body

failed her as she willed it to move and a strange calm came over her as she

watched it pierce her costume just below her lowest right rib, she could

feel it move deep within her body jerking her backwards as it lodged its

green glowing head into the vertebrae of her spine. Luck, if you can call it

that, was on her side for the first time that night as the head did not

deploy and the cartridge misfired causing only a small amount of Kryptonite

to leak into her body, but the arrow, as defective as it was, accomplished

its intended goal as super girls body impacted the ground.

“Only one shot left” thought the assassin as she took stock of the

situation. “Three hits out of four is not bad, lets hope she is still in

good enough shape for what Lex has planned for her,” she reasoned, “but he

will get her, only, after I am through with her”. the assassin decided as

she stepped out of the brush and began to slowly walk over to the crumpled

form.

Super girl knew she was deeply wounded and in trouble, she could feel the

kryptonite flowing through her system, but she also knew the last arrow was

different, she could already tell the bleeding there was slowing and the

muscles were beginning to

regain their strength. Her vision was cloudy and the world seemed to be

slowly spinning,

but the pain in her thigh and shoulder was almost unbearable and she had to

will herself

to fight through the pain to ignore it. She rolled over and looked up at

the broken tree branches through she had fallen, they had softened her fall

and she could tell that the arrow in her side was loose. She weakly grabbed

the shaft protruding from her side and pulled on it with all of her

remaining strength, almost yelling in pain, as the un-deployed head tore

free of her flesh. Super girl grabbed hold of the trunk of the huge oak

tree and pulled herself into a sitting position, her world almost spun into

darkness, but she fought for conscious while struggling to gain her footing,

and using the tree for support on her damaged left leg, she managed to pull

herself up. A noise of footsteps approaching caught her attention and she

struggled to focus on who it was that had done this to her. Super girl knew

that she had to conserve her strength if she was to save herself from this

situation.

The assassin froze, as she watched the super girl pull the arrow out and

fight her way to her feet. She was secretly amazed at the strength of the

young heroine and cautioned herself to not underestimate her foe. She

studied the swaying form in front of her, should she use the last arrow to

put her down, then make good on her delivery to Lex?

The assassin’s stomach tightened as she watched the girl through her scope,

the hard nipples, the firm breasts, the tight stomach and butt, the slim

legs and the full lips of the costumed beauty. She decided then that she

had plans of her own for that body before she turned it over Lex, and with

that thought she once again moved slowly towards the girl of steel.

“Have to focus” thought super girl, as the approaching form moved into

visual range. “Who are you?” she asked the leather clad form, “Why are you

doing this?”. Super Girl

asked.

The assassin didn’t speak, her left hand took the hood covering her head and

slowly peeled it off letting the auburn locks of curly hair fall free.

Super girl was taken aback, it had not crossed her mind that her tormenter

might be a beautiful woman. Through the pain, super girl focused on the

assassin’s face, her eyes were cold and calculating, yet, there was

something about the way she was looking at her, almost, almost as if she

were undressing her. Super girl then noticed the full breasts and the hard

nipples trying to force their way through the leather outfit of her

opponent, she could smell the musk of her wetness with her sensitive nose,

she realized suddenly that this women was turned on, “maybe this is the way

out of this mess” she thought.

The assassin watched as super girl struggled and then managed to remain

standing on both feet despite the blood oozing from the wound in her left

leg. Her left arm was useless and hung limp at her side, but even so, she

brought her right arm up slowly. The assassin quickly brought the bow up,

and watched as super girl slowly traced a finger up her flat, firm stomach,

slowly up to her left breast and traced circles around her erect nipple,

then begin to stroke the stiff orb through her skin tight costume. The

assassin watched super girls nipple quickly harden and became aware of her

own body responding, the trickle of dampness down her leg, the ache in her

loins, her nipples were screaming for super girls mouth to close around them

and bite them to the point of screaming pain. To the assassin’s surprise,

super girl’s hand moved from her nipple up to her neck, and with one swift

motion, tore a deep V in her costume, pulling it down to her waist. Her

full breasts, once contained in the skin tight material sprang partially

free, the round firm, full outlines of the glorious mounds were exposed and

she could see the dark edges of the full areola being held hidden behind the

blue cloth. It was all the assassin could do to keep from running over and

running her hands inside the gap and playing with those hard, erect nipples.

“Lean back against the tree and put your arms behind your back” the assassin

commanded the sexy swaying form in front of her.

Super girl leaned back, but could only bring her right arm behind her, it

was obvious that her left arm would not move. She made sure that her back

was arched which caused her breasts to thrust out in an inviting offer of

temptation. “Keep her focused on those” super girl thought, “just long

enough to get her within reach”.

The assassin moved slowly towards her young prey, circling to the left and

slightly behind super girl, making sure to keep her useless side between

them. “If you move you die” the assassin said as she grabbed the arrow

sticking into super girls shoulder and jerked it out.

Sweat and tears poured down super girls face, running down the exposed flesh

of breasts and chest causing them to glisten in the moonlight, but she

managed to not cry out as she felt the blood flow once again from the wound.

She knew her time was limited, she was losing blood and the poison was

spreading quickly through her body. Her attack would have be decisive and

quick, but she would not give this bitch the joy of hearing her cry out in

pain. Super girl weakly nodded her head to assure the assassin she would

behave which caused her tormenter to become more bold.

The assassin took her finger and put it on super girls forehead, traced

lightly down the bridge of her nose and rested on her lips, “show me what

you want”, she said;

Super girl resisted the temptation to bite down on the exposed finger, took

it into her mouth and began to suck on it, running her tongue over the

finger tip.

The assassin almost exploded into an orgasm when she felt the warm tongue

exploring her finger, she could almost feel that tongue on her breasts and

penetrating deep inside her wetness. She slowly moved her finger down

between super girls breasts, carefully and slowly pulling back the material

covering that wonderful dark orb of the right breast. Her finger begin to

slowly circle the areola, almost, but never quite touching the nipple. She

felt a shiver run through super girls body, was it the pain, the poison, the

loss of blood, or was the girl getting turned on, she wondered. She noticed

that super girl had closed her eyes, her mouth open slightly, a soft moan

escaped her lips as her fingers brushed the nipple. The assassin continued

to work the nipple with her fingers, alternating between a soft caress and

rolling them between her fingers adding pressure until she saw the super

girls jaw tense and then she would back off and begin again, slowly but

constantly working onsuper girls nipple.

The assassin could not contain herself any longer and slowly leaned over,

watching for any threatening move from this girl who once seemed lost in

pain, but now appeared to be completely lost in the caresses, ignoring the

draining effect the wounds were having on her body. Her tongue traced

circles around the nipple, never quite touching it, but hinting that she

would devour it without notice. Super girl’s upper torso begin to sway in

rhythm to the assassins tongue. She could hear super girls breathing deepen

and quicken, the assassin in one quick motion sucked the nipple into her

mouth and attacked it with her tongue, super girls back arched upward, as if

offering her more of her breast to devour, her good hand grasped the tree

for support as an orgasm rolled through her body.

Super girl knew she had to act when she felt the finger move down her chest,

but an ache between her legs kept her frozen, she felt her left nipple

spring free into the cool of the night air. This bitch never let up on her,

she kept teasing her nipple into aching hardness, without ever touching it,

endlessly, never ending. The ache in her loins grew and nipple was crying

for release as the manipulations grew stronger and bolder, at one point, her

nipple felt full of electricity as the bitches finger brushed against it and

despite herself, a moan escaped her lips. Super girls world finally

exploded when that wonderful mouth sucked in her nipple, and her tormenters

teeth clamped down hard creating a wonderful shooting mixture of pleasure

and pain that flowed the length of her body.

As the orgasm subsided, super girl became aware that the assassin was

totally engrossed in mauling her breast. Super girl arched her back as if

she was begging for more. She then grabbed the tree to steady herself and

swung her good arm with all its force at the assassin. A blow of this kind

by a healthy girl of steel would have killed any human, but the kryptonite

flowing through her system combined with the loss of blood, and the damaged

organs had sapped much of her power and weakened the blow considerably.

The assassin only partially saw the blow coming, she felt super girls body

stiffen, her back arch and then twist. The assassin pulled way to evade the

on coming fist, but it connected with her right cheek. There was still

enough power in her swing that the assassin was spun around and thrown away

from super girl. Dazed and bleeding she struggled to clear her head. Where

was her weapon, she had to find it, raced through foggy brain. She could

hear and feel super girl moving towards her. If she didn’t move quickly,

her days for hire were going to be over.

To super girl, it was like moving in slow motion, pain wracked her body, the

lingering pleasure of the orgasm also dulled her response. After what

seemed like an eternity, she reached the assassin who was on all fours

trying to get to her feet. Super girl wrapped her good arm around her neck

and pulled her back with all her strength. The exertion caused her wounds

to begin bleeding in earnest, the thought of “how much blood have I lost”

ran through her head. The assassin, jerked backwards, almost screamed at

the pain in her back as she fought to free herself from super girls hold.

She knew she had to break free of super girls hold before she lost

consciousness and with all her strength, she pushed backwards with all her

might.

Super girl in her weakened condition was caught completely off guard and

gasped as they both tumbled backwards, and even though she felt the extreme

pain tearing through her body, she refused to let go.

Darkness was closing in on the assassin, super girls hold around her throat

was very strong and had she been battling a healthy heroine, it would have

been all over. “Must think quickly” she thought. “Left, she must go left,”

Using her left arm, she reached up and found the wound on girls shoulder,

and drove her fingers deep into the flesh. She felt super girl shudder, and

her hold lessened some, but it still felt like steel. The assassin kept

working her finger in the wound, causing blood mixed with green begin to

flow freely.

Super girl shifted and twisted the assassin away from her left side and in

doing so, managed to dislodge her hand from the wound, but as fate would

have it, super girls luck changed again, this time, not for the good.

As the assassin arched her back and rolled, her entire body weight came

against the remaining arrow shaft still lodge in her left thigh, a white

hot flame of numbing pain shot up super girls leg, causing her to loose her

grip on the assassin’s neck.

Rolling free, the assassin struggled to her feet, taking deep breaths from

the choke hold, she cleared her head. She quickly regained sight of the

super girl and saw that she was struggling to stand, had rolled onto her

hands and knees trying to regain her feet. At that moment, the assassin’s

foot struck something stuck into the ground. It was the defective arrow

that super girl had pulled from her groin and tossed away. She pulled it

from the ground, did a quick visual check, and saw that the safety catch

that held the spines closed during flight had not released as it left the

bow. The gas cartridge at the end of the shaft had fired, but since the

spines could not open, the green fluid in the shaft could not be released

and was still under high pressure, and the weapon was still active.

The assassin quickly moved up behind the heroine who was on all fours

struggling to

to stand. She quickly grabbed a handful of the golden locks of super girls

hair, and jerked the girls head up and back, and saw the muscles in the

lovely body ripple as the

she came to a standing position, her head back and body arched upwards.

Super girl, in a daze knew she was in trouble, she tried to make her limbs

obey, but

she there was too much pain and she was just too weak. Suddenly, she felt a

hand grab her hair and snap her head backwards, pulling her upwards, causing

her body to rise and

bend backwards, her taught breasts thrust upwards, her nipples already very

hard, pointed towards the night sky. “Your just not quite ready to play are

you?” she heard the husky voice whisper in her ear and felt the arrow enter

her back, causing her body to arch upwards as the assassin drove the arrow

into her back pushing it deeper and deeper with three slow thrusts. The

arrow head penetrated just below her lowest rib on the right side, clipping

her kidney, and plunging through her liver and into her intestines, super

girls body trembled as the arrow head deployed and the pressured kryptonite

exploded into her abdomen. Darkness came quickly for super girl as she lost

consciousness and the assassin let her body fall to the ground.

The assassin walked over and picked up her bow, then located her bag hidden

in the brush. She quickly handcuffed super girl, slung a rope over a tree

limb, secured it to the handcuffs and hoisted the unconscious girl up until

her feet were not touching the ground. Stepping back she viewed her work,

“Damn, even beaten and bloody, she is one hot little girl” she said as

being so deep in thought, she didn’t realize she had spoken out loud. “Lex

is not getting this one, super girl is mine!” the assassin thought and

having made up her mind, she reached into her bag, took out a large hunting

knife,

With speed and precision, she removed the rest of the girls skin tight

costume. Gazing on the now fully nude heroine, she found her hand rubbing

her crotch as she could swear that there must be a sexual aura that

surrounds super girl. “Ok, its time our little captive woke up” she said as

she stepped up and ran her down the perfectly toned leg of the unconscious

girl. The auburn haired beauty noticed that super girls body was already

starting to heal itself, both the wound in her shoulder and the one in her

right side had already closed. The assassin knew that only where the arrow

heads were buried in her body and where the kryptonite had entered the flesh

of her internal organs would the wounds not heal. She also knew that there

was not enough of the fluid in her to kill her, and would gradually work

itself out of the girl of steals body. Her window to complete

her plan was limited and with that thought, she slid her hand up the smooth

thigh, parting the sweet moist lips between the girls legs and began to rub

slowly. She found it was getting hard to stand, she wanted so badly to just

sit down and pleasure herself to orgasm.

Then, she saw the ripples of pleasure begin to spread thru super girls

stomach

and the pressure increased on her hand as the thigh muscles begin to

contract in rhythm to

her manipulations. After a few minutes, she couldn’t stand it any longer,

and plunged her fingers into super girls body as far as she could reach and

began rubbing thr girls g-spot, while at the same time, her thumb found the

little pleasure button and massaged it until it stood firm and hard.

Super girl was safe in her dark place, oblivious to pain and didn’t want to

leave there, but something was starting to drag her to towards the light.

Things began to come back

slowly, one piece at time. She could feel the arrow shaft in her back, the

other in her left

thigh, the pain deep inside where the arrows were lodged and the poison

being absorbed into her tissue. But, there was something else, a growing

pleasure, mixing with the pain.

“How strange she thought, how pleasure and pain are so similar” she thought

as she slowly came awake. The pleasure was growing, it was beginning to mix

with the pain in the depth of her being. Suddenly, she became aware of the

fingers moving expertly within her body, the persistent thumb sending

electrically charged waves of pleasure into her being.

Super girl really had no time to prepare as the first tremor rolled up from

her crotch, causing her breasts to sway and the nipples to become hard,

reaching for something to relieve their aching. They felt so sensitive that

even the air blowing across them made super girl want to reach out and rub

them as hard as she could, and squeeze them until the aching was satisfied.

The next tremor came faster, than another, she could feel a volcano building

inside her, that was about to explode. Super girl had no more strength to

resist, she totally surrendered to each wave that came, she knew this auburn

haired beauty with her hand buried in her body could take her soul and

spirit if she wanted.

The assassin could see the muscles of super girls body ripple as each tremor

flowed through her body, she could feel the muscles of her thighs tighten

on her hand and release to match her movements, she realized that super girl

was finally in her control.

The volcano within super girl exploded, a loud gasp escaping from her mouth

was drowned out by the scream from the assassin as super girls orgasm caused

her thighs to clamp down on her hand, pushing her hand fully inside super

girl. She felt the bones begin to crush by the sheer power of super girls

muscles contracting with the force of her orgasm. She placed a foot against

the tree and pulled with all her strength finally pulling her hand free, as

she fell unceremoniously to the ground holding her wounded hand.

Super girl’s eyes remained closed, her head back as the orgasm faded. She

realized that the handcuffs, even though titanium steel had bent and

loosened from the force of her orgasm. The endorphins flowing through her

body had dulled the pain and with a new burst of strength, she strained

against her bonds and felt them snap like string. Sweat shone on her

breasts as she concentrated all her might and finally began to rise upward.

She knew that this burst of power would not last, it was her sexually

charged energy overcoming the kryptonite flowing through her body that gave

her this one fleeting chance, but if she could just get even a few miles

away, she might have a chance.

The assassin was momentarily shocked as she saw her captive begin to rise in

the air. She knew that if she was going to make this girl her slave, she

had to do it now or she would forever slip from her grasp. “Damn,” she

thought, as she grabbed her bow

with her good hand and brought it up against the tree to steady her aim.

She quickly sighted in on the lovely naked figure that was rapidly gathering

speed. She picked her spot carefully, this had to be just right if she was

going to control this lively piece of ass, and for the final time, she

squeezed the trigger. She saw the arrow fly and with a feeling of

satisfaction, heard the solid impact of the arrow striking home.

Super girl knew it was over, even as she heard the now familiar metallic

sound of the trigger being pulled. She didn’t have the strength to take any

evasive action and unconsciously she just waited for the impact. Only a

slight prayer of hope was all she had left that the arrow would somehow be

thrown off course, just enough to miss this time. This was not to be the

case, the assassin was too much of an expert, had too much skill and super

girl just had too much bad luck. The arrow rose, quickly gaining speed,

the safety on the head snapped off just as designed and the gas cartridge

was prepped and ready. It entered super girls body dead center of her right

nipple, the little bud, that was just achingly hard not minutes before,

disappeared as the sharp tip split it into pieces. The tip tore through the

breast tissue at an upward angle, snapping two ribs

that her fleshly mound rested on, sliced through the top of the girls right

lung and buried itself with a thud into the spine of super girls neck. The

arrow head exploded open slicing through the neck muscles and the gas

cartridge fired. The Kryptonite exploded into the spinal column and shot

into super girls brain. The girl of steel didn’t even have time to feel the

pain as her world exploded in a sea of white followed by darkness and she

plummeted to earth.

“Damn”, the delivery driver cursed again as he lifted the crate onto the

table, 3 flights of stairs down into the basement of the stone mansion. He

wiped the green fluid leaking from the crate off his hand once again as he

centered it onto the table. Wiping his hand and brow, he studied the

leather mini skirt hugging the hour glass figure of the auburn haired beauty

intently studying a magazine as she casually leaned against the wall. One

shapely leg arched and braced on the wall, caused her skirt to ride up even

higher as he tried to get a better view, but was cut short by the steely

eyes of the girl impatiently watching him, willing him to leave. “That is a

heavy crate, what ya got in there,” he asked.

She looked at him coolly, “Its just my newest project,” she said as she

licked her lips.

His gaze then fell on the magazine cover, “man, that is one hot woman” he

said as he pointed to the picture of Wonder Woman on the cover.

“Yes, yes she is”, the assassin said, “Someday, I hope to meet her

personally” she said as a smile spread across her lips…….