Karen Blair's Special Supergirl Punching Bag

Tom di Centauri

1964 May 03 (Thursday): Day One

Linda Lee Danvers tried to concentrate on the book in front of her, but something was bothering her. She was sitting in the library of Midvale High School during her study period and wasn't getting any studying done. She would have to find out what was tickling her supersenses so that she could block it out. She listened with special attention and found the irritant in the ultrasonic range of frequencies. Three short pulses of sound were followed by three long pulses and then three more short ones and then the pattern repeated. Morse code for SOS, it was a distress call and it was clearly meant for Supergirl, the only person in Midvale who could hear it.

Time slowed for Linda. She listened carefully, noticing that a pulse reached her left ear before it reached her right ear. Slowly she turned her head until the pulses were reaching her ears simultaneously and then she focused her attention on the far distance. The wall of the library went transparent for her and faraway objects seemed to come close for her inspection. In a fraction of a second she had found the source of the sound, a house on the outskirts of town, in a semi-rural part of the city.

The name on the mailbox was Blair and Linda saw in an upstairs bedroom her classmate Karen. She saw Karen, wearing only a bra and half slip, lying on her bed with a gag in her mouth and her hands tied behind her back. Somehow she had gotten a dog whistle, perhaps from a charm bracelet, worked it past the gag, and was using it to blow a desperate distress call. Linda quickly searched the Blair house and saw that Karen was alone, but that the back door was open.

She slipped out of the library and went quickly to the school auditorium. It was empty so she pulled off her brunette wig as she went into the backstage area and became a red-and-blue blur as she went up the stairs to the roof. She leaped into the sky and raced to the Blair house, watching the Blair house through her supervision as she flew. In the few seconds that the flight took her she thought the situation through.

Obviously Karen was the victim of a botched burglary. If the burglars returned before Supergirl could get there, they would almost certainly kill Karen. But Supergirl would get there first and the burglars wouldn't have a chance. Then perhaps she and Karen could talk about a problem that seemed to exist between them.

Karen was a pretty girl. A little taller than Supergirl, she had glossy raven-black hair, big sensuous blue eyes, and a pale complexion whose translucence was brought out by a spray of light freckles across the bridge of her nose. She was also shy and seemed somehow resentful of Supergirl's presence in Midvale. It made Supergirl sad to recall that Karen had alienated all of her friends with her nasty remarks about the Girl of Steel. Perhaps if she could find out what had caused the antipathy, she could make the situation right, become friendly with Karen, and Karen would get her friends back.

Landing lightly on the back porch, she entered the house through the back door and called to Karen. She simply levitated up the stairwell to the second level and strode into Karen's bedroom. She saw Karen lying on her back and heard her mumbling something through the gag. She reached behind Karen's head to remove the gag.

At the same instant Karen pulled her hands out of the rope loop that she had wrapped around them and pulled on another cord to draw a special object out of the lead-lined purse on which she was lying.

Supergirl felt an all-too-familiar stinging, burning-cold sensation sweep into her body with an intensity that made her gasp. With her hands behind Karen's head she didn't dare try to make a superspeed escape: she would kill Karen if she did that. She slowly pulled her hands away from Karen, but it was too late. Vertigo drove her to her knees and the last wisps of her superpowers evaporated back into the spooky realm whence they came.

Karen removed the gag and stood up to show Supergirl the source of her misery. She was holding a cord from which dangled a thug's brass knuckles rendered in a silvery-gray metal that glowed with a green luminescence. Her lead-lined purse had shielded Supergirl from the deadly radiation until Karen had removed it. Now Karen stood in front of Supergirl and, with hands trembling with excitement, pressed the kryptonite knuckles against Supergirl's face. Then she slipped the cord over her head so that the kryptonite dangled between her breasts.

"Karen," Supergirl said in a strained voice, "please stop. Put that away. That could kill me."

"True," Karen said, "but not immediately, so we have time for you to take a little tour of my house." She picked up her lead-lined purse and slung the strap over her shoulder, then she grabbed Supergirl's arm and pulled her out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

Helpless to resist, Supergirl tried to walk but could only manage a stumbling gait and that only because Karen's grip on her arm gave her some support.

"Why are you doing this?" Supergirl moaned. "What are you going to do with me? Please tell me what this is about."

"All in good time, my pretty," Karen said. "All in good time."

Karen half dragged her down another flight of stairs, into the basement. There Karen left Supergirl on her hands and knees and went to the blank back wall. She touched two places near the top of the wall and Supergirl heard a click. Then Karen pushed on part of the wall and it swung inward to reveal a room behind the wall.

"My parents don't know this is here," Karen said. "I discovered it by accident and made sure that no one else would." She dragged Supergirl into the little room.

Inside the room Supergirl saw a cage, a comfortable chair, and a gallows-like wooden frame with a simple winch attached. The room was otherwise bare. It was also, she noticed, clean.

Karen pointed out the lead sheeting on the walls and then said, "This is our kennel."

Supergirl wasn't able to think clearly. "I didn't know you had a dog," she said through clenched teeth.

"I do now," Karen said as she kicked her over onto her back. She pulled Supergirl's boots off her feet and tossed them into a corner of the room. Next she unfastened Supergirl's belt and, with some effort, stripped her minidress off her and tossed it into the corner with the boots. Supergirl's panties came off last.

"Please," Supergirl moaned. "Please put the kryptonite away. I'll do what you want."

"Not even a nice try, Superbitch," Karen snarled. She took what looked like a large dog collar from her purse and fastened it around Supergirl's neck. "This will keep you weak and soft for me."

Supergirl felt kryptonitic radiation on her neck. Not as intense as the radiation coming from Karen's kryptonite knuckles, it nonetheless added to Supergirl's misery.

Next Karen took a thick soft cord and used it to tie Supergirl's hands behind her back. Then she rolled Supergirl onto her back, took the cord holding her kryptonite knuckles off over her head, and used the knuckles to trace Supergirl's ess-on-a-shield emblem on her bare chest.

"No, please," Supergirl whimpered.

Karen merely slipped the kryptonite back into her lead-lined purse.

"No, I'm not going to kill you," she said. "Not yet, at least." She dragged Supergirl to the gallows frame and slipped a wide strap across her chest and under her arms before attaching the ends to a hook hanging by a rope from the frame. Turning the winch, she hoisted Supergirl into the air until her toes just brushed the floor. Finally she took a noose attached to a weight, slipped it around Supergirl's feet, and tightened it around her ankles. Then she stood up to admire her handiwork and to savor Supergirl's plight.

And Supergirl was in serious trouble. Once faster than a speeding rocket, she could barely move. Once more powerful than nuclear fusion, she struggled in vain against her bonds. Once able to leap into space in a single bound, she dangled limply on Karen's gallows. This strange refugee from a shattered planet, who came to Earth with powers and abilities far beyond those of mere humans, who could change the course of drifting continents and detonate plutonium in her bare hands, could now only passively endure whatever Karen chose to inflict upon her.

The effects of exposure to Karen's kryptonite knuckles were wearing off, but the collar kept Supergirl weak and groggy. "Karen, what are you doing?" she asked.

Karen half turned away from her. "Playing with my new punching bag," she said. She jerk around and slammed her fist into Supergirl's belly with a dull thwack.

Supergirl grunted and then gasped as pain blossomed inside her. "No, please, Karen, please don't," she begged.

Karen punched her again. And again. For several long minutes Karen punched her toy and the only sounds in the little dungeon were those of Karen's fists striking soft flesh and Supergirl's grunts and moans. Karen was breathing heavily and had the look of someone deep in reverie on her face. After about a quarter hour she paused to rest.

She sat down in her chair after picking up a folded piece of opaque sky-blue plastic and setting it on the armrest. "Some fool gave this to me," she said with a snorting little laugh, "thinking that I would enjoy having it." She held it up by what turned out to be its yoke between thumb and forefinger and let it unfold from her hand.

Supergirl saw that it was a wide, calf-length full apron that had a yellow tie and her ess-on-a-shield emblem printed on the bib in red and yellow. Karen swung it idly and then got up from her chair and put it on. Once again she confronted her prisoner.

"See? Now I'm the mighty Supergirl, champion of Truth, Justice, and the American Way. And you are the evil and now-defeated Psycho-bitch from Krypton."

"Karen, what's this all about?" Supergirl asked. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Why?" Karen said. "Why, because I hate you, that's why. What other reason could I have?"

"But why do you hate me?" Supergirl asked. "I haven't done anything to you."

"Yeah?" Karen said, giving Supergirl a jab in the belly. "That's because ruining the life of a mere human doesn't mean anything to you Kryptonian goddesses. Earthlings are just so much snot on your hankie, aren't they?"

"No," Supergirl objected. "How could I have done you any harm?"

"You came to Midvale," Karen replied, giving Supergirl a punch in the belly. "You fell out of the sky to be a goddess for this dinky little town and everyone fell for it."

"I'm not a goddess," Supergirl groaned.

"I know that already," Karen said. "Unfortunately everyone else I know is a fully baptized member of the Church of Supergirl. Damn you!" She gave Supergirl another punch and then jabbed Supergirl's A-cup breasts. "I was heading for the good life and you came and got in my way. Now nobody wants to talk to me. Well, except for that drip, Linda Danvers. Little Miss Sunshine." She was getting angrier as she ranted. "So cloyingly sweet that she would make Pollyanna barf."

Supergirl raised her head as if to say something and Karen rammed the heel of her palm into her nose. Karen felt Supergirl's nose flatten under the blow, saw Supergirl's head snap back and then fall limply to hang on her chest. She grabbed a fistful of blond hair and pulled Supergirl's head back, saw her eyes closed and her mouth hanging open, and saw her nose apparently unaffected by her blow.

"Not even bleeding," Karen commented as she let Supergirl's head drop. "You are indestructible! You're going to last a long time for me. You are my toy, my soft helpless punching bag."

Breathing heavily, she pulled her half slip down to her knees, took off her apron, and pushed its bib into her crotch. With her right hand she rubbed the bib's emblem on her labia and clitoris and with her left hand the flesh at Supergirl's waist.

Supergirl regained consciousness feeling someone squeezing the right side of her waist. She remained limp and motionless as she gathered together enough thoughts to fill her stream of consciousness. She heard Karen uttering little quavery moans and felt her hand trembling. Through half-opened eyes she could see Karen rubbing her apron in her crotch. Then Karen let out several desperate sounding tremulous grunts and her body shuddered. She stood panting when the seizure ended and a moment later took the glistening plastic from her crotch and pushed it into Supergirl's face.

Supergirl recoiled, lifting her head back and turning it away from Karen's hand. To no avail. She felt the clammy plastic wipe slimy liquid onto her face and was especially revolted by the feel of the stuff on her lips.

"Hallelujah! It's a medical miracle!" Karen crowed. "Can't you just see the headline in the Midvale Courier? 'Karen Blair's Cunt Slobber Brings Supergirl Out Of Coma!"

Supergirl tried to spit the fluid off her lips.

"Don't you spit on my floor!" Karen yelled indignantly. "Don't they teach you any manners on Krypton?"

"I don't want that stuff in my mouth," Supergirl said.

Karen held the still wet apron in front of Supergirl's face. "Then where do you want it?"

"Not on me," Supergirl said.

Karen brought the apron closer and repeated her question.

"Oh, just wipe it on my belly, if you must," Supergirl said.

"I put my fists there," Karen objected.

"Alright, then, wipe it on my leg," Supergirl said, "unless you plan on kneeling before me and punching my legs too."

"Ah, now there's an interesting thought," Karen said as she reached down and wiped the apron against the back of Supergirl's right thigh. "Now, don't go expecting me to be so nice to you all the time. You're not a person anymore: you're just a toy. As far as I'm concerned you're just a big blowup doll that I can beat up any time I want."

"Karen, please stop this," Supergirl moaned. "This is no way to treat someone, even someone you dislike."

"Oh, well, now ain't I just a nasty ol' witch!" Karen replied. She uttered a passable imitation of Margaret Hamilton's cackle. "But I don't dislike you. I totally hate you!" She tossed the apron onto her chair and then punched Supergirl again. Like a boxer working a heavy bag, she punched Supergirl with both fists, punching her until her grunts became whimpers. Breathing heavily she knelt down and removed the noose from Supergirl's ankles and then reversed the winch and let her prisoner down from the gallows.

Supergirl came down into a kneel and crouched with her head almost on her knees. Her breath quivered. She didn't move when Karen removed the strap that had held her up.

"Get up!" Karen commanded.

Slowly, painfully, Supergirl got her left foot under her and managed to stand up, though she wobbled slightly. She submitted to Karen taking her arm and leading her to the cage, then pressing her down into a crouch and pushing her into the cage. She came down into a half kneeling, half sitting position and looked at Karen.

Karen closed the cage door, turned the key in the lock, and put the key into her purse. "I'm actually quite proud of myself," she said as she lovingly stroked the top of the cage. "I made this out of kryptonite, enough to kill you more or less instantly. The paint has a lead base, so you'll be safe enough...so long as you don't try to bend or cut the bars. The paint, it seems, is quite brittle."

"How did you get all of this kryptonite?" Supergirl asked incredulously.

"Well since I have no friends, thank you very much," Karen said bitterly, "I often take long walks along Mill Creek, especially the part that goes by the old brickworks. I was doing just that the Sunday before Christmas and when I got close to the brickworks I saw a car drive up and park. Being a prudent type, I went down the creek-bank and hid in some bushes until I could see who those people were and what they were doing.

"They didn't stay long. They took some boxes from the trunk of their car and carried them into the brickworks. Then they left. I heard one of them say that they, meaning the boxes, would be okay until tomorrow. I waited a while, just in case they came back, and then went into the building to see what they had left. At first I didn't see anything at all: the place is pretty much cleaned out. But then I noticed a pile of discarded bricks and saw that the dust around it had been disturbed. When I moved some of the bricks I saw the boxes and when I pried the lid partway off one of them I saw the most beautiful green glow.

"Well, imagine my excitement as I went home, got my dad's pickup, and came back the get the boxes. I buried them behind the garage, but not before I found out that I had become the proud owner" -- she put her nose close to Supergirl's - "of...two...hundred...pounds...of...Grade A...kryptonite."

"Oh, my goodness!" Supergirl said as comprehension dawned. "Do you know that you may have gotten seven people killed?"

"Now there's gratitude for you," Karen told the ceiling. Then to Supergirl she said, "I go and save your worthless life...at least for the time being...and all you can think to do is to accuse me of murdering seven people. Are you really as stupid as I think you are?"

"No, no," Supergirl said, "that's not what I meant. I'm truly glad you got the kryptonite, even if I'm less than thrilled with what you're doing with it. But a little less than four months ago three operatives from Intergang were gunned down in Metropolis and then a short time later all four members of the Dreckfeld gang were killed right here in Midvale. The authorities assumed that there was some connection, but they couldn't figure out what it was."

"And you're blaming me?!" Karen said incredulously.

"Not blaming," Supergirl said. "You're the explanation of what happened. This kryptonite must be a drop shipment that Intergang sent to the Dreckfelds to use against me and the old brickworks was their drop point. They figured that no one would find it because no one ever goes there. When you took the shipment the crooks figured that each had betrayed the other and went to war. No, you can't be blamed for that: in fact, you're a hero."

"Yeah, one that Intergang would target if they ever found out," Karen said. "Another excellent reason that you will not be leaving here alive." She picked up her purse then and left.

A moment later the lights went out and Supergirl was left in darkness. Soon, though, she detected a dim illumination and saw, high on the rear wall of her prison a pair of glass blocks through which a thin light seeped.

Karen returned later that night. She carried a bowl filled with what looked like chili con carne, a spoon, and a bowl of water. She set the bowls just outside the cage and opened the cage door so that she could untie Supergirl's hands. Then she sat in her chair to watch her prisoner eat.

Supergirl scooped a spoonful of the reddish-brown food into her mouth and chewed it thoughfully. "Hmm," she mused. "I've never had this before. What is it?"

"It's dog food," Karen replied. "What else would I feed you, Bitch?"

Before she left for the night she gave Supergirl a saucepan to use as a chamber pot. She put Supergirl's costume on a hanger and hung it from a peg on the wall behind the gallows, put her boots against the wall under it, and tucked her panties into her belt. Then she left.

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Day Two: Friday

Karen brought bowls of dog food and water and untied Supergirl's hands so that she could eat. She also brought with her, Supergirl noticed, her lead-lined purse. Mindful of what Karen kept in the purse, Supergirl submitted to having her hands retied behind her back and being pushed back into the cage when she had finished eating.

Supergirl heard the faint rumble of thunder at intervals during the day. She guessed from the length of time that light seeped through the glass blocks that Karen had gone to school and left her until she returned.

Karen came into the dungeon still wearing her raincoat. It was made of soft, skin-smooth transparent-white plastic on which vertical half-inch-wide transparent-green stripes had been printed. She felt Karen's warmth in the plastic as Karen pulled her from the cage and hung her up to play with her.

Karen stood close to her, leaned back slightly, and pressed the warm plastic of her raincoat against Supergirl's bare belly.

"Do you like my raincoat?" Karen asked, running her hands over her breasts with a soft swish.

"It's...nice," Supergirl said.

"Only nice?!" Karen said in mock amazement. "Oh, no, it's more than nice. Look, it has my favorite color on it. I like to pretend that the stripes have real kryptonite in them and that when I get close to you they make you squirm."

Supergirl felt Karen grab the flesh on the left side of her waist and pinch it. She squirmed away and felt soft, smooth plastic rub warm across her skin. Then Karen pinched her right side and she squirmed back the other way. She let out little whimpers of pain as Karen continued to play with her in this way. But pain wasn't all that she felt. The sensation of Karen's raincoat rubbing across her body made her feel especially warm inside, made her feel quivery, and made her feel a rising pressure in her crotch that was making her clitoris grow. To her horror Supergirl felt herself becoming sexually aroused by Karen and her pretty plastic raincoat. She blushed at the humiliation.

Karen continued her pinching game for less than five minutes, though to Supergirl it felt like it went on much longer. With one final twist to the nipple of Supergirl's right breast, Karen went to her chair, took off her raincoat, and draped it over the chair's back. Then she came back to her gallows and punched Supergirl in the belly.

After several minutes of punching her prisoner, listening to her grunts, Karen said, "So, you finally figured out that begging me gets you nothing, have you? That's a shame. I really enjoy hearing you beg me for mercy. Now I may have to give you some so you will beg me."

"Karen, please," Supergirl said. "Please stop hitting me. You're hurting me. Please stop."

"Now that's what I like to hear," Karen said a little breathlessly. She stopped punching Supergirl and went to sit in her chair.

"Karen, listen," Supergirl said. "I've been thinking about what you said yesterday and I think I see what the problem is."

Karen rolled her eyes and let out a little sigh. "And?" she prompted.

"Well, I...I know you're a little shy and that it must have been hard for you to make friends at Middie."

"Yeah, so?"

"You worked so hard to get the attention that you craved, that you need, and then I came along and your friends started giving a lot of their attention to me. It must have looked to you as if I had come to Midvale and easily took what had cost you so much effort. I can understand you feeling angry, but surely you knew that I had not intended to interfere in your life."

"Maybe," Karen said with typical teenaged evasiveness. "But it doesn't really matter. Whether you intended it or not, you ruined my social life and I'm going to have my revenge."

"But that's not going to restore your social life," Supergirl said. "You need to get out and talk to people."

"You mean like the men who wear white coats? You think I'm nuts!" Karen said indignantly.

"No, no," Supergirl objected. "I mean you need to talk to your friends at Middie."

"I don't have any friends at Middie," Karen said sharply. "Did those super ears of yours miss that part of the message?"

Supergirl sighed. "No, I heard what you told me, but.... Well, look, those kids were all your friends at one time and they would be your friends again if you gave them a chance."

"They don't want to be my friends," Karen said. "They don't like the things I say about you. I have blasphemed against their pagan goddess and they have excommunicated me." She got up out of the chair and went to stand before her gallows. "They'll never accept me, no matter what I do."

"There's one thing we can do," Supergirl said. "Let's you and me become friends. That would negate the bad things you said about me and all the kids would want to be your friends again."

"I don't need your help or your permission to have friends!" Karen screamed. She half turned away from Supergirl and then swung back around to deliver a roundhouse punch to the belly that shook the gallows and drew a shriek of pain from Supergirl. She began punching Supergirl viciously, putting every ounce of her strength into her blows. She punched Supergirl's belly and breasts with merciless rage, reveling in the shrieks from her victim, energized by them until suddenly they ceased and Supergirl swung motionless and limp from the cable that held her up.

Panting and sweating, Karen stood and glared hate at the limp figure hanging from her gallows. Then her pants became deep wracking sobs and she burst into tears. She ran from her dungeon and didn't return that night.

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Day Three: Saturday

Karen returned the next day carrying what looked like a folded up sheet of opaque-white plastic. Instead of a dress, she was wearing a tee-shirt and shorts.

"Please don't punch me," Supergirl begged. "My stomach still hurts from yesterday."

"I'm not going to punch you," Karen said. "I just want you to blow this up." She dropped the plastic thing onto the floor in front of her chair. She held up her raincoat by its hood, doubled it over twice, and set it on one of her chair's armrests.

Smiling sweetly, she went to kneel by her gallows to remove the noose from Supergirl's ankles. She reversed the winch and let Supergirl down. As Supergirl knelt on the floor, Karen removed the strap that had held her up.

With her hands still tied behind her back, Supergirl could only waddle on her knees to where Karen had dropped the object. She could only lean forward, take the object's valve stem in her lips, and blow into it. She inhaled through her nose and blew air through the one-way valve into what was quickly revealed to be a plastic hassock.

When she had blown the hassock full to Karen's satisfaction Karen lifted her up and draped her over it. She lay on the soft, smooth plastic, feeling it grow warm against her skin. Out of the periphery of her vision she saw Karen reach behind her chair. A few seconds later she felt a sharp stinging blow against her right buttock.

Straining to look over her shoulder, Supergirl saw Karen wielding a large wooden paddle. Karen swung it and Supergirl felt another stinging blow on her buttocks.

"Karen, please don't do that," Supergirl pleaded. "It hurts!"

"Uh, yeah," Karen said as she whacked her again, "that's the whole point of the exercise, Stuporgirl."

"But haven't you hurt me enough?" Supergirl pleaded. "I couldn't have done anything this bad to you." She grunted as Karen hit her again. "Please, can't we just make up and be friends?"

Karen hit her especially hard, striking the backs of her thighs as well as her buttocks. "You just don't get it, do you?" she said, whacking Supergirl yet again. "I don't want to be your friend. I hate you, remember? I enjoy hurting you and I can't get enough of it."

Supergirl drew a breath to say something, but then something inside her broke and she began to cry. She tried to restrain herself, but it was no use. Soon she was crying with deep, wracking sobs.

Putting the paddle aside, Karen sat down in her chair and masturbated herself with her apron as she watched her prisoner sobbing on the hassock.

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Day Four: Sunday

In addition to the bowls of water and dog food that she had brought each morning, Karen brought cleaning equipment and her lead-lined purse with her to her little dungeon. As Supergirl ate Karen dusted and swept the little room, then used a damp cloth to wipe a spot where Supergirl had urinated when Karen had kicked her in the waist.

"I expect that someday my little playroom will warrant an article in Good Dungeonkeeping magazine," Karen said. When she had finished her cleaning she retied her submissive captive and hung her back up on her gallows.

"I got a really funny idea today," she said. "If I can get some nice young man to make a small donation, we can get you pregnant. You'll make an extra nice punching bag when you get fat."

"And who knows?" she mused. "Maybe these things," she twisted Supergirl's left nipple and elicited a yelp, "will blow up enough to resemble real tits. Why you might even look a little bit like a girl, Superboy!"

She punched Supergirl several times then, but seemed not as enthusiastic as she had been before. Supergirl trembled with fear: if Karen was getting bored with her, then she didn't have long to live. But it turned out that Karen was not bored with punching her toy, merely distracted by the anticipation of enjoying a new way to play with her.

It was later that night that Karen returned to her dungeon. Supergirl saw that she was wearing her satiny green bathrobe and, from the Pert and Pretty� Floral Accents collection, a beret-style shower cap made of transparent-white plastic that had green rose-blossom patterns printed on it and a green rubber band. From a pocket in the robe Karen took the key to Supergirl's cage and opened the door. She pulled Supergirl out of the cage and then pulled from her robe's pocket a small red rubber ball that had straps attached to opposite sides.

Supergirl was sitting on her heels and Karen pulled her head up and shoved the ball into her mouth. She fastened the straps across the back of Supergirl's neck and then pulled her bound and gagged prisoner to her feet.

With her right hand in the small of Supergirl's back, Karen escorted her prisoner upstairs and into the bathroom. She closed the door, took off her robe, and set it on the closed lid of the toilet.

"Now," Karen said as she stood naked before her captive, "you will now enjoy the privilege of bathing with your mistress." She pulled back the shower curtain and turned on the water. When the water had reached the temperature she wanted, she got into the tub and beckoned to Supergirl to join her.

Supergirl stepped into the tub and watched Karen close the shower curtain. She trembled with fear: if Karen decided to beat her up in the shower, hitting herself on the hard surfaces when she fell would hurt badly. Now she understood the reason for the gag: some of the neighbors were close enough that they might hear her screams of agony.

But Karen merely turned the knob that directed water to the shower head and bathed herself, luxuriating in the sensation of rubbing soap lather over her body and rinsing it off. Supergirl could smell the scent of the soap, felt the moist heat of the air in the shower, and heard the soft rattle of water raining onto Karen's shower cap. She began to feel warm inside, remembering the pleasure she often took in putting on her own shower cap and stepping into a warm shower.

She was drawn out of her reverie by Karen grabbing her arm and exchanging places with her, putting her under the water. She stood submissively as Karen rubbed soap lather on her and felt a warm quivery sensation inside her as she felt Karen's hands slide over the insides of her thighs and into her crotch. She was horrified to feel pressure building up in her crotch and was grateful that it diminished when Karen moved her hands elsewhere. When Karen rinsed the soap off her, she hoped that this ordeal was over.

Karen exchanged places with her again and stood with water running down her back. "Kneel before your mistress!" she commanded.

Afraid to disobey, afraid of being slammed against the tiled side of the shower, Supergirl knelt down and sat back on her heels.

Karen then stepped forward, placing her feet on either side of Supergirl's knees. With both hands she gripped Supergirl's hair and tilted her head back, then she leaned back slightly to push her hips forward.

To her horror Supergirl found herself staring at Karen's crotch. After a few seconds of anticipation, she saw a stream of yellow liquid spurt from a point just below the tangle of raven-black hair on Karen's love mound. The liquid splashed hot on her face and intuitively she tried to turn her head away from it, but Karen was holding her too firmly and she was too weak.

"I've dreamed so long of pissing on you," Karen gloated, "and now, at last, I get to do it."

A moment later the stream slackened, then petered out in a series of short spurts. Opening her eyes, Supergirl saw Karen's crotch only inches from her face and to her increased horror she saw Karen's clitoris extended toward her. Karen then stepped aside and allowed water to rain down on her prisoner and rinse her urine off her face.

After turning off the water, Karen stepped out of the shower and dried herself. Only then did she grab Supergirl's arm and pull her out of the bathtub and stand her on the bathmat. Using the same towel that she had used on herself, she dried Supergirl, going over her entire body with the towel and then using the towel to squeeze as much water as possible out of her hair.

Picking up her bathrobe and carrying it, Karen took Supergirl by the arm and escorted her to her bedroom. She positioned Supergirl in front of a straight-backed chair and threw a series of jabs into her belly until Supergirl took the hint and sat down.

She was sitting on Karen's raincoat. It was draped over the chair where Karen had left it, presumably, since Saturday. Her non-perspiring skin had already dried completely on the short walk from the bathroom, so it slid freely across the smooth plastic and made her feel warm and quivery anew. Recalling that Karen saw the transparent-green stripes printed on the transparent-white plastic as kryptonite, she wondered whether she was supposed to squirm as if in pain. She decided to wait for Karen's instructions.

She found herself staring across Karen's double bed at a life-sized inflated plastic punching bag bearing her picture. These bouncing toys were popular with girls for use in certain dance-like exercise routines, but this one had been festooned with green ribbons. Seeing the proud, confident image of herself smiling back at her made her blush in humiliation.

"I see you've noticed your twin," Karen said as she set her hair dryer on the table next to the chair. She leaned down to plug the dryer into the wall socket and then put the frilly pink plastic bonnet over Supergirl's hair. "I like to imagine that the ribbons are kryptonite chains and that my special prisoner is crying for mercy while I play with myself. It feels so good!" She started the dryer and then went to lie on the bed and read a magazine.

About an hour later she put the magazine aside and checked Supergirl's hair. Satisfied that it was dry enough, she turned off the dryer and took the bonnet off Supergirl's head. She let out a soft gasp of astonishment as she saw Supergirl's hair bounce back into its original style. "Now that's what I call a permanent!" she said. "I bought myself a nice new shower cap yesterday," she said as she showed Supergirl a beret-style cap made of transparent-green plastic with a green rubber band. "So you can have my old one," she continued as she took off her shower cap and put it on Supergirl. "I don't want your hair getting in my face tonight."

Supergirl felt Karen's body heat still warming the cap's rubber band as Karen pulled it down onto her forehead and then tucked a few stray wisps of blond hair under it. Then she pulled Supergirl up from the chair and half dragged her around to the right side of her bed, positioning her by the pulled-back covers.

Supergirl stood with her back to the bed. Karen punched her belly and she fell back from the blow and sat down on the bed. Karen then pushed her over onto her side and lifted her legs under the blankets. Then she pulled the blankets over Supergirl and tucked them in, leaving Supergirl to stare at the beribboned punching bag witnessing her humiliation.

It didn't have long to wait. The light went out and Supergirl felt the bed move and the covers rustle as Karen got into bed with her. She heard Karen's deep breathing and then felt Karen grab her right bicep.

"Now let's see how much fun it is to fuck a superhero," Karen said in a voice quivery with excitement. She pulled Supergirl over onto her back and mounted her.

Supergirl felt Karen's breasts come down soft and hot on hers. She felt Karen's belly press more of Karen's body heat into her. She felt her heart beat faster and felt herself quivering all over, inside and out. She felt Karen's right thigh slide hot and rubbery into her crotch and felt the pressure in her crotch rise and push her own clitoris out to meet it.

Karen gasped. "You're in love with me, you big lesbo bitch!" she said in astonishment. Then in a sly, conspiratorial tone she asked. "Wanna marry me and be my hot submissive bride?"

Supergirl shook her head but to no avail. Karen wrapped her arms around Supergirl's shoulders, squeezed her tight, and made a hard thrust with her hips against Supergirl's thigh. Supergirl felt Karen's clitoris dig deep into her thigh and felt Karen's thigh slam into her clitoris and rub hard against it. Karen's huffing and puffing segued into quivering grunts and then desperate sounding "Ohs". Supergirl felt the pressure in her crotch reach a level that made her think that she might explode. Then she felt a tickling in her clitoris and her body convulsed in spasms as Karen's body did the same.

When it was over, Supergirl lay limp as Karen went to sleep on her. She felt a flash of warmth fill her body and a moment later felt the heat from Karen's post-coital blush. At long last she drifted off to sleep.

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Day Five: Monday

The next morning Karen masturbated on Supergirl a second time before getting out of bed. She pulled Supergirl out of bed, stood her up, and looked her over.

"You make a nice bedwarmer," she said. "We'll have to have another sleep-over real soon."

Putting on her robe, she took Supergirl back down to the dungeon and left her in the cage. Some time later she returned. She was fully dressed, ready to go to school. She brought the bowl of dog food with the spoon stuck in it and the bowl of water and untied Supergirl's hands to enable her to feed herself. She sat and watched Supergirl eat and then put her into the cage without retying her hands.

"I know I'm going to have to wrestle with you tonight," she said, "but I think it'll be fun. I'll try to think up some new ways to hurt you." And then she took the empty bowls and the spoon and left.

She came back much later wearing only her bathrobe and carrying extra cords. She took the cage's key from her pocket and opened the door. Obediently Supergirl crawled out of the cage and stood up. Karen tossed her robe onto the chair and lunged at her prisoner.

Supergirl grabbed Karen and tried to throw her. She had been taken by surprise and it was a clumsy move. She tried to remember the things that her mother had taught her in Argo City's centrifugal gym and some of the moves that she had seen Batgirl use. She had a simple goal: get Karen into the cage and lock her in. Then she could leave and find the key that would release her from the collar. She could then come back, fully powered and in leaded clothing to deal with Karen and her kryptonite collection. The only flaw in her plan, she saw, was the possibility of Karen knocking paint off the bars of the cage and exposing her to kryptonitic radiation. She would have to get out of the dungeon quickly in that case. If she failed, she would die and Karen would starve to death. She looked at Karen coming at her with a wicked grin and chose to forget all she knew about fighting.

In next to no time Karen had Supergirl down on her belly and had her knee in Supergirl's back, eliciting cries of pain. She twisted Supergirl's arms behind her back and retied her wrists. Then she rolled Supergirl over and bound her ankles together and her knees together. Then she sat down on Supergirl's belly and leaned back against her thighs.

"You really love this, don't you?" she asked. "Your just so helpless without your magic superpowers, you can't even put up a good fight. Either that or you just love submitting to me."

"I...I didn't want to hurt you," Supergirl said.

"As if you could," Karen sneered, "why not? Oh my God! You really are in love with me! That's got to be it."

"No, Karen," Supergirl said. "I really didn't want to risk hitting your head on the floor or breaking your arm."

"Liar! You can't deny it. I felt your pop-out jabbing my leg last night. You are totally in love with me."

"No, no, that was just an involuntary reaction," Supergirl said.

"Of course it was involuntary," Karen said. "It told me a truth that you wanted to keep hidden from me. Yeah, where's that Kryptonian commitment to Truth now, huh? Shattered on Karen Blair's dungeon floor. Just another fairy tale to be tossed in the trash."

"No, Karen, please believe me," Supergirl pleaded. "I wasn't really trying to have sex with you. I just want us to be friends."

"Yeah, I see it now," Karen said, ignoring Supergirl's plea and punching her right breast. "You wanted me all to yourself. That's why you drove all my friends away. You damned green-eyed bitch!" She pummeled both of Supergirl's breasts with her fists. "When were you going to bother to tell me? Yeah, I see your plan. First you leave me friendless, though I wasn't supposed to figure that part out, was I? Then you come along and convince everyone to like me again and I'm then supposed to swoon into your waiting arms. 'My Hero!'" she crooned sarcastically.

Then she put her hands on Supergirl's breasts and leaned on them, breathing heavily. Then more tenderly she said, "Oh, my goodness. You were too shy to let me know. You really do want to be my hot submissive bride!"

"Karen, please," Supergirl started to say.

"No, no," Karen said, interrupting her. "Tell me something. If it were allowed, would you marry me? Really and truly?"

Supergirl looked away from her. "Y...yes," she said slowly.

Karen leaned back and began rubbing her crotch. "And if we were married, would you let me use you for a punching bag?"

"Y...yes," Supergirl said. "I...I'd still have to wear the collar when you do it, but we could put a clasp on it so I can put it on and take it off myself. I...uh, I'd have to wear it whenever we're together."

"What a pity, then, that we can't get married," Karen said.

"Yes, we can," Supergirl said. "We could get married in Kandor."

"That little city that Superman keeps in his Fortress of Solitude?" Karen asked. Seeing Supergirl nod, she said, "Well, maybe it's legal there, but that isn't what I meant when I said we can't get married." She pinched Supergirl's cheeks and shook them. "What I meant was there is no way in Hell I am going to marry a girl."

"Then why did you ask me?" Supergirl said.

"Just to make sure that you really are the big, fat lesbo pig you acted like last night."

"B...but you're the one who wanted to play in bed," Supergirl objected.

"I wasn't making love to you, Stupidgirl," Karen said. "I was raping you. I never dreamed that you would enjoy it." She sighed. "In any case, it would never work. I had a bad thought in school today," she said. "When I go off to college next fall, I won't be able to take you with me. And I can't just leave you here. So one day this September I'm going to have to finish you off."

"No, Karen, please don't," Supergirl pleaded. "Please, just let me go. I promise nothing bad will happen to you. Please!"

"Like I'm going to believe that?" Karen said, panting slightly as she stroked her breasts. "No, it's got to be done. But it doesn't have to be cold-hearted. Hey, I've got an idea! I know just what we'll do."

"Please, Karen," Supergirl pleaded, her voice breaking.

"No, listen," Karen said. "This'll be good. I'll do it on a day when my parents are gone for the night. We'll do a sleepover. I'll fuck you all night and let you have fun with me. Then we'll come down here and I'll sit on you like this and then I'll put out the kryptonite. And then I'll play with myself while you die."

"No, Karen, please," Supergirl sobbed. She was crying now.

"I wonder," Karen mused as she began stroking her clitoris, "if this indestructible body of yours will rot. If it doesn't, I can still use it as a punching bag. No more sleepovers, though. Those are only good when you're warm. Oh!" she exclaimed as she climaxed.

After resting for a moment on her crying prisoner, Karen got up and untied her legs. Then she pushed her into the cage, locked the door, and left.

Lying curled up in the cage, Supergirl cried herself to sleep.

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Day Six: Tuesday

Karen was in a hurry. She brought the bowl of dog food with the spoon and the bowl of water, untied Supergirl, and left. In the dark that came back to the dungeon shortly after Karen closed the door Supergirl reached out and located the bowls and the spoon by feel. Slowly her eyes adjusted to the faint light coming through the glass blocks.

She drank the water to quench her thirst and then set to work. She hadn't expected to have a tool to help her, but now that she had the spoon she did not want to waste the opportunity to use it. Working carefully, pausing frequently to allow herself to stop trembling from the fear, she used the spoon to pry flakes of paint off the backs of the bars facing the rear wall of the dungeon.

Pain lanced into her fingertips, stinging her, as large flakes came off the bars and kryptonitic radiation struck her. She tried to be gentle in her work, not rush it, lest paint come off the front of a bar and expose her to a fatal dose of the radiation. After several hours of work she had a small pile of paint flakes that she hoped was sufficient for her scheme.

Using the floor of the cage as a mortar and the bowl of the spoon as her pestle, she slowly and carefully ground the paint flakes to dust. Again she spent hours on the process. She didn't want to hurry, lest she lose part of the paint or not grind it fine enough. But she didn't want to take too long either: if Karen discovered what she was doing, she would kill her then and there. She would have only to take up her wooden paddle and pound the bars of the cage with it.

When she figured that the paint dust was ready, she brushed it gently into a pile and put a dollop of congealed gravy from the dog food onto it. Slowly she stirred the mixture together until the paint dust was well distributed within the gravy.

She paused for a moment to get her excitement under control. This was not a good time to rush her scheme. She still needed patience, even though she knew her time was running out. She bowed over the little dollop of leaded paste and prayed to all the Ashoa of k'Raobadonu to let her scheme succeed. "Let Rao dream of Supergirl leaving this place alive," she prayed in her native Kryptonese. "Let this be your wish and your will."

She pulled the collar down on her neck as far as she could and held it there with her left hand while she used her right hand to smear the paste around her neck above the collar. When she had covered as much of her neck as she could, she slid the collar up and felt the burning sensation on her neck diminish. She rubbed the collar up and down a couple of times and turned it as well. The burning sensation went away completely, then the ache in her stomach.

Her muscles began to twitch and tremble under the impact of returning superstrength. For a microsecond she became giddy as her kinesthetic sense supersensitized enough for her to feel Earth's rotation. The silence in Karen's dungeon was filled with a roar as superhearing came back to her and the roar faded away as her auditory cortex suppressed most of the sound, leaving only what she needed to hear. The room brightened as supervision once again looked through her eyes.

She plucked a hair and carefully threaded it into the space occupied by the bolt that locked the door of her cage. She brought the hair back into the cage on the opposite side of the bolt and then wrapped both ends around her finger. She held the door steady with one hand and slowly pulled the hair through the bolt. The door swung open and Supergirl was pleased to see that Karen had not bothered to make the lock out of kryptonite.

She quickly peeled a piece of lead sheeting off the wall and set it on the floor in front of her. Kneeling on the floor, she carefully gripped the lock on her collar. With the finesse of a neurosurgeon and the power of a freight locomotive she broke the lock and took the collar off. She set it onto the lead sheet and folded the sheet over it.

Quickly she opened the door of the hidden room and checked the house. She saw by the clock that Karen would not be home for another hour, so she put her costume back on and fled the house. She returned minutes later carrying a box and she took the box down to the basement. From it she took a set of dull gray coveralls and a matching hood with a window in the front. Resembling a firefighter attacking an oil derrick fire, she set to work.

She took a set of tools from the lead-lined box and, protected by the lead-impregnated fabric of her worksuit, disassembled the cage, putting the pieces into the box. She then retrieved all of the other pieces of kryptonite in Karen's collection, including the kryptonite knuckles from her bedroom and then odd cuttings and drippings she found in the metal-working shop connected to the garage behind the house. She added a few more items to the collection and then flew it all away.

Karen came home and went to her bedroom to prepare for the day's pleasure. Coming into her room, she confronted the life-sized inflated Supergirl punching bag that she had bound with green ribbons. It gave her a warm feeling to see her toy after a long, lonely day at school. She had stood it near her bed so that she could gaze on it at night and imagine Supergirl, bound with kryptonite chains, begging for mercy as she masturbated. Now she gloated over it.

"I got the hottest idea in class today," she said excitedly, "and I can't wait to try it out."

Before she could gloat any further she had a ball gag in her mouth, securely fastened behind her head, and some irresistible force had pulled her hands behind her back and tied them with a satiny cord before she had time to be aware of what was happening to her. A strong hand shoved her toward the bed and two hands half lifted her to toss her onto it. Desperately, she rolled over onto her back and saw Supergirl standing over her, her face bearing the expression of someone who has just bitten into a vinegar-soaked lemon.

Supergirl saw Karen go pale and begin to tremble. Tears came from her eyes and incomprehensible whimpering noises leaked around the ball gag. Supergirl hiked up Karen's skirt and took back her stolen panties, tucking them into her belt. Then she reached down with both hands, gripped Karen's blouse, and pulled Karen into a half sitting position. She heard the wet and squishy noises of Karen simultaneously voiding her bladder and her bowels.

"I'm not stupid enough to kill you here and now," Supergirl hissed. "But someday you will be in a place where there will be no witnesses and no place for evidence to accumulate. And on that day...." She leaned forward and kissed the tip of Karen's nose and then she loosened Karen's bonds and left.

Karen waited until she heard the back door close, then she untied herself and removed the gag. Trembling all over, she folded herself into a fetal curl and cried with deep quavery sobs.

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"You should have called the police," Edna said. She and her husband, Fred Danvers, were sitting at the dinner table with their adopted daughter Linda. "That girl is sick and needs professional help."

"I don't think so, Mom," Linda said. "I've known her for three years now and she seems to be fairly normal, just a little shy."

"Oh?" Edna said. "Well, if she's normal, then how do you explain the fact that hurting you made her want to play with herself? That doesn't sound normal to me!"

"Maybe it was her way of celebrating her triumph over Supergirl," Fred said. "She blamed Supergirl for making her feel weak and helpless in keeping her friends, so abusing Supergirl must have been very exciting for her and that excitement may have instigated a sexual arousal."

"I don't think that answers my question, though," Edna said. "How can the sin of wrath become the sin of lust? What's the connection?"

"Perhaps it's the other way around," Fred suggested. "Is it possible that the hatred came from unrequited love?"

"I don't think so," Linda said. "She never kissed me or showed any other signs of affection. And I've never seen anything that would suggest that she's a lesbian. I got no sense of anything other than raw hatred."

"OK, so we're back to her abuse of you compensating her feelings of worthlessness," Fred mused. "Well, I think I see a way it could happen. When it comes to the body's response to emotion wrath and lust are essentially the same. I remember," he said to Edna, "the first time I asked you for a date I felt pretty much the same way I did the time I got into a fight with Dickie Smuggins. I wasn't angry with you and I certainly wasn't in love with Dickie, but in both cases I had butterflies in my stomach, my heart raced, my palms sweated, and I felt all quivery. I would guess that the similarity in physiological response to wrath and lust would enable something like emotional crosstalk to occur, so that what triggers one might also trigger the other. Does that make sense?"

"Yes, I see what you mean," Edna said. "But...well, maybe I'm not asking the question right."

"Displacement, that's the word I'm looking for," Fred said. "Do you remember the boy who was stealing women's underwear?"

"I do," Linda said. "He used the half slips and camisoles that he stole when he played with himself."

"As I recall," Edna said, "he was a very shy boy."

"Oh, is that ever an understatement!" Linda said. "He absolutely could not look at me, not even once, when I caught him."

"Afraid of women," Fred said. "You ladies can be more intimidating than you know. But there's my point. He was so afraid of being hurt by women that he could not experience lust toward them and instead displaced it onto their underwear."

"But doesn't he have a girlfriend now?" Edna asked.

"Yeah, he does," Linda said. "But only because I pulled strings, including some the school board doesn't know about, to put the two of them together on some intense assignments. Working with Marla got past his shyness. So I'm thinking something similar will happen when Karen starts talking to people again. All she needed from me was just a little nudge."

"You mean your threat to kill her?" Edna asked.

"Well, I didn't actually threaten to kill her."

"Linda, don't quibble," Edna said. "You told her that you would not kill her then and there and then you described a situation in which you would feel free to kill her. You didn't need to say the actual words 'I'm going to kill you': you made a very clear and real threat."

"Yes, Mom, you're right," Linda said and bowed her head. "But I have a good reason for putting that fear into her."

"The Law of Talion is not always a good reason," Edna said. "An eye for an eye eventually leaves everyone blind."

"Yes, I know," Linda said. "But I sorta need Karen to be afraid of being alone. I want her to stay close to other people. Maybe that way she'll get her friends back."

"I don't know what good that will do," Edna said. "She will still blame Supergirl for her loss of her friends in the first place. She's never going to stop hating you."

"Yes, I know that," Linda said, "and I accept it. But I'm not trying to get Karen to stop hating Supergirl. I...um...I...well. Remember what Reverend Gunderson said about two months ago? In the light of God every soul casts a shadow. And that shadow is itself part of our soul."

"And its negation," Edna added, "the source of sinfulness. Yes, I remember. You think that Karen allowed her soul's shadow to corrupt her?"

"I don't know if allowed is the right word," Linda said. "But I'm not looking at the source of Karen's problem. What I remember is Reverend Gunderson saying that we need to love of other people to help us maintain a proper relationship with our shadow, to warn us against our shadow subverting our light soul."

"Are you planning to remove this curse of yours any time soon? Fred asked.

"Yes," Linda said. "This summer, just before she goes away to college. I'll need to give her the papers and passbook for the trust fund we're setting up for her and that will be a good time to do both."

"Trust fund for what?" Edna asked in astonishment.

"For the kryptonite," Linda said. "I told her that she would get the reward for turning it in."

"But she didn't turn it in," Edna objected. "You had to take it from her and you certainly did not do so with her permission. Linda, she was going to kill you and now you want to give her nearly a million dollars!"

"Yes," Linda said. "I told her that I would get the reward for her and I didn't give her any provisos. Besides, I think that it might give her a little more self-confidence and help her to strengthen her control over her relation to her soul's shadow."

"Linda, I don't like this one bit," Edna said. "You're putting far too much effort into her and she's dangerous."

"No, Mom," Linda said. "She can't get any more kryptonite and I...I can keep an eye on her." She stared at her soup.

"Linda," Edna said, "is there something you're not telling us?"

"Yes, Mom," Linda said. "There's one other reason I didn't want the police involved. You know that Karen's birthday was two months ago, right?"

"Yes," Edna said, "and yours was last month. So?"

"And Supergirl's is in November," Linda said.

"Yes," Edna said, "as weird as it is, we understand that. Your uncle explained how the temporal offset of hyperspatial flight gave Kara Zor-El two birthdates and how you and your cousin gave Linda the earlier one and gave the later one to Supergirl. In a strange kind of way you're seven months older than yourself...and seven months younger."

"Oh, dear God!" Fred exclaimed quietly.

"What?" Edna asked. "What is it?"

"We think of these girls as being the same age," Fred explained, "because Karen and Linda are both eighteen but technically and officially Supergirl is still seventeen years old."

"And?" Edna prompted.

"If Supergirl had gotten the law involved in this matter," Fred said, his voice trembling slightly, "Karen would have been tried as an adult who kidnaped and tortured a child with intent to commit murder. The only help she would have gotten would have been from a guard helping her into the electric chair."

Edna looked wide-eyed at Linda and said simply, "Oh."

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Late that night Linda lay on her bed and waited. Strange thoughts passed through the realm of her imagination and her body reacted in ways she did not expect. Eventually, though, she heard the sound of slow, regular breathing that told her that, down the hall, at the opposite end of the house, her foster parents had slipped into deep sleep.

Quietly she levitated off her bed. She took off her pajamas and draped them over the back of her chair. Then she opened the lead-lined case that she had brought with her. From the case she took the kryptonite collar that Karen had forced her to wear. She had replaced the broken lock with a simple clasp so that she could put it on and take it off with ease. She also took out a ball gag that she had bought in a shop in Metropolis, the shower cap that Karen had given her, and Karen's raincoat and Supergirl apron. Taking a deep quivering breath she put on the collar.

After she felt the collar weaken her she put on the ball gag, lest she cry out and wake her parents, and draped Karen's Supergirl apron over the back of her chair on top of her pajamas. Then she put on the shower cap and held Karen's raincoat against her body. She went into her reverie; she slipped into the realm of her imagination and fantasized that...

Linda put Karen's raincoat on and luxuriated in the sensations of the limp, skin-smooth plastic sliding over her bare skin and in the soft swish that emanated from it as it moved. She felt the plastic grow warm and imagined the warmth to be Karen's own body heat.

<She was stripped naked and forced to wear a kryptonite collar to keep her weak. Then she was taken to the castle's occupant, the Wicked Witch of the West Herself, Karen Blair. Witch Karen wore a black plastic raincoat over satiny black pajamas. The raincoat swished as Karen moved around her prisoner, examining her and embracing her from behind, pressing her warm plastic against Supergirl's naked back.

<"Now, my pretty," Karen cackled as she stroked Supergirl's belly, "first I'll fatten you up, make you nice and round. Then I'll turn you into a big, soft, inflated plastic punching bag, so I can keep you in my bedroom for my personal pleasure. Come," she said as she led her helpless prisoner to a cage made of green-glowing metal, "let's put you into your lock-me-tight.">

Linda felt warm and quivery inside and her breaths came in quivery little gasps. She took off the raincoat and laid it on her bed, then put on the apron and lay herself down on the bed on top of the raincoat.

She rubbed the plastic of Karen's apron on her belly and thighs and felt her clitoris grow and slide forward in its sheath as passion's pressure built up within it.

She rubbed the apron's plastic over her labia and her clitoris, further raising the pressure within her. Then her passion detonated. She climaxed with muffled quivering whimpers and deep shudders. She felt that she knew how a rubber balloon feels when air gushes from its neck and sends it flittering about a room. Then she suddenly envisioned herself as a rubber balloon with Karen inflating her through her clitoris and releasing her to flitter about Karen's bedroom and she climaxed all the harder.

She lay quietly for a time after her passion was spent, savoring the afterglow of the sexual heat that had burned within her. Soon, though, she got up to put her toys away. She put the shower cap, raincoat and apron back into their case. She took off the ball gag and the collar and put them into the case on top of the other items. Then, in words no human would understand, she quietly asked the shadow of her soul to go into the case as well. "I'll come back soon and we can play together again," she promised it. Then she closed the case and put it into her closet. Putting her pajamas back on, she got back into bed and let the aetherial waters of the River Somnium wash over her.

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Plastic Superhero

Standing inflated on a sand-weighted bag, the superhero looks grim.

He seems to exist for the villain alone and the villain as much for him.

A flattened image on a plastic bag, he has no mind of his own.

He's merely an object of fantasy, a figment of fancy alone.

Bondage and Discipline is the game they play, cat and mouse on colorful paper.

The hero is captured and tortured when he thwarts the villain's every caper.

He might as well be an air-filled bag that bounces lightly off of the villain's fist.

Then he escapes and captures the villain in the story's final twist.

What once would have been myth, of muscle, blood, and steel,

is now a sadomasochistic dance, a good-versus-evil reel.

In comic-book time, the dance goes on. The superhero feels no pain.

Month after month he bounces back up as if eager to be punched again.

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This story was inspired in part by the Supergirl story "The Girl Who Hated Supergirl" in Action Comics #305 (Oct 1963) and "Super-Girl?" in Adventure Comics #404 (Mar 1971)[in which the villainess Starfire uses de-powered Supergirl as a punching bag for the amusement of her henchwomen]. It was conceived as a parody on the Bondage and Discipline elements inherent in most superhero comics. But, then, you knew that already. - TdC.