"Rao!  I've never . . . felt so weak, so . . . drained!" the stunning blond says as she and Britannia, the English Enchantress, land atop one of the lintel stones or arches at the prehistoric shrine called Stonehenge in southwestern England.  Supergirl, the Girl of Steel, the Princess of Power, the Maid of Might, has just helped Britannia defeat three powerful European criminals known collectively as the Triad.  At the end of the battle, one of the villains, a witch who called herself Countess Laval, tried to drain the Girl of Steel of her Kryptonian energy.  Only the last minute intervention of the English Enchantress saved Supergirl from this terrible fate.

Although Britannia tried to use her own arcane magical powers to restore the lost energy to Supergirl, she was only partially successful.  The Girl of Steel was so weakened by the Countess that Britannia had to help Supergirl fly back to Stonehenge and the portal to Britannia's lair.  As the two women stand atop the lintel stone, tourists below gaze and marvel at the sight of two super heroines - one from America and one who is England's own.

The English sorceress, reputed to be a descendant (a daughter?) of the great mage Merlin, appears to be in her forties, has a thin body, and white hair.  Her costume consists of a white bodysuit with the red and white English flag hanging sideways from just below her neck to just above her hips.  She also wears knee-high black *buccaneer* boots with the tops rolled down, white elbow length gloves, and a red cape and hood or cloak.  A white mask which covers from her hairline to her cheeks completes the costume known and revered throughout the British Isles by all law-abiding citizens.  She stands tall and regal like someone of royal blood and waves her fabled *Isle Sceptre* to the tourists below.  The sceptre, again according to myth and legend, was crafted by Merlin to assist him in his eldritch arts.

Supergirl looks like she's been through a wringer.  She stands beside the older woman, not erect and proud, but slumped forward, one leg bent, leaning on the witch for help.  Her eyes are half-closed and one arm hangs limply at her side.  In truth, she can barely stand or stay conscious.  Suddenly the two women shimmer for a second, then disappear from the sight of the tourists below.

"Let me just help you to this chair," Britannia says, leading the weakened heroine to one of the huge stuffed chairs in what appears to be the main room of a small cottage.  Apart from two chairs with side tables, the room is filled with books, parchments, and other bits a magic user accumulates over a lifetime.  Britannia's cloak automatically left her body and draped itself over an old coat rack when the women materialized here and her sceptre deposited itself on the table beside her chair.

As the Maid of Might settles into the chair, groaning softly from her aches, a large steaming cup of tea materializes on the table beside her chair.  Britannia brushes some blond strands away from the younger woman's eyes and helps her settle into the chair.  At the same time, a small footstool scuttles on its wooden legs from its position against one wall to just before the heroine's chair.  Britannia reaches down and lifts Supergirl's shiny red boots up and places them gently on the awaiting footstool.  "Thank you for being ready for us, Ethelred," she says to the magic stool.

Britannia kneels beside the Girl of Steel and places one gloved hand on Supergirl's blue-clad forearm.  Looking intently into the blonde's eyes, Britannia asks, "Is there nothing I can do for you, Supergirl?"

"Did you . . . get the number . . . of the truck that hit me," Supergirl gamely replies, struggling to remain awake.  She feels so comfortable here, she just wants to shut her eyes and sleep for a year!  Her head is propped up by the back of the chair, otherwise it would not remain upright on its own, it seems.  The witch reaches across Supergirl's lap and takes the cup of tea, then holds it before Supergirl's lips.

"Drink some of this, child, it will help you," Britannia says in a consoling voice.  After the Girl of Steel takes a few sips of tea, the witch continues, "Well, I now suspect that only the German was truly human.  The witch and Doomsday were, I believe, creatures from another dimension.  They certainly were not human.  Those small talismans each had allowed the witch and Doomsday to stay in our plain of existence.  Once they lost them, they returned to their home.  Clearly, the talismans, the protective wards around each, even the German's body armor and weapons all came from another dimension, one of very powerful magic.  The all disappeared when the witch vanished.

"Fortunately for me, she was unable to absorb and use your energy.  Perhaps because you aren't human yourself, I suspect," Britannia continues.  "I tried to return what she stole from you and it did seem to return, but either too much was stolen or what I returned to you is somehow no longer useful to you.  Tell me, Supergirl, I know you're from another planet but what is the source of your power?"

Somewhat refreshed by the tea, a more revitalized Girl of Steel looks at the witch and replies, "my cousin and I get our energy from the yellow sun.  That's what gives us most of our powers.  That and the lower gravity of this planet."

"Well, let me try something then," Britannia says, standing behind the Maid of Might's chair.  The witch leans down and puts one hand on each side of Supergirl's head (who squirms when she feels the witch's hands on her - she is pathologically uncomfortable around magic users).   Uttering some arcane chant, the witch's hands begin to glow and seem to radiate energy into the Maid of Might's head.  Her blond tresses start to fly away from her head like she's experiencing severe static shock.  Her eyes close slightly and she moans in a low, sultry voice as the English Enchantress tries to channel the sun's rays into the girl's body.

After a few minutes of this, the witch breaks contact with Supergirl's head and staggers back a bit, weaving slightly on her feet.  "Mmmnnhhh, channeling solar energy into you whilst not getting burned was harder than I thought it would be," she says as she walks around to sit in the other chair.  As the Girl of Steel looks up at her companion, she senses that whatever the witch did was very draining of her power.

Britannia drops heavily into her chair and sags into the soft folds of the seat.  Her eyes are now half-closed as she looks at the Maid of Might.  "I truly hope that was of some help to you, Supergirl," Britannia says, "because I can't do that again for quite a while, I fear."

"I feel a little better," Supergirl replies.  "I can't thank you enough for what you did . . ."

"Nonsense, girl," Britannia interrupts, "your help in dealing with the Triad was invaluable to me.  I shouldn't have been successful at stopping them without your help, my friend! 

"Now, I'm afraid this will sound awfully rude of me, but I must ask you to get ready to leave and return home.  I was quite drained when I funneled the sun's energy into you and I fear I must return to my stygian void to replenish my own energy.  In a few minutes, I won't be able to sustain the illusion of this room.  I'm sure that my void will not help you regain your energy.  From what you say, I rather suspect you'll need to take a few days in the sun, yourself, to, as they say, *recharge your batteries*."

The Girl of Steel rises to her feet and sways briefly, then smiles grimly at the witch.  "I feel a lot stronger now, Britannia," she says.  "And I think I'll follow your advice and take it easy for the next few days.  I guess I'm ready to go, then."

Just as she finishes speaking, the blond woman shimmers and reappears atop the lintel stone at Stonehenge.  As the surprised tourists look at the ravishing blonde in her blue, red and yellow costume, the Girl of Steel leaps into the air and with one thrust of her mighty thighs, rockets high into the atmosphere before turning west for the U.S.

"Reminds me of how weak I felt after that MixMaster bitch's sidekick put green Kryptonite inside my vagina and it got stuck there * - Rao, I hope I'm not going to feel this weak much longer!" the Girl of Steel thinks as she slowly ascends for her trans-Atlantic flight.  "Wish I could have stayed with Britannia a little longer, at least until morning.  It must be nearly midnight," she guesses, "and there isn't enough solar radiation at this time of day to help me regain full use of my powers."

After an hour of flying toward the U.S., as the Maid of Might begins to descend for her flight through the crowded skies of America's eastern seaboard, she thinks wistfully of returning to her home in Leesburg and taking a few days to sunbathe on the roof of her apartment building.  Too high for anyone to see her up there, she reasons, there's no reason for her to wear more than a smile as she . . .  "What's that!" she interrupts her dreaming.  Scanning the bright light ahead and below her, the Maid of Might suddenly gasps, "A 767!  And its engine is on fire!"

Quickly the weakened heroine thrusts her legs and ekes out more speed as she dives toward the stricken airliner.  In moments she overtakes the craft and examines the plane - its left engine is burning brightly and the plane is dropping rapidly.  With no hesitation, the Maid of Might flies right up behind the engine and blows a puff of super cold breath on the nacelle, snuffing out the flames.  As the plane still banks to the left from the loss of the engine's power, Supergirl knows she must help the plane get down to the nearest airport.  She speeds up a little until she's beside the pilot's window.  She uses her hands to tell him she will support the wing as he tries to bring the plane down.  When he nods that he understands, the Girl of Steel drops down and back and flies under the massive jet engine.  She slowly rises up until the engine rests on her back.  Grunting from what is now taking a sizable portion of her energy, she slowly helps the plane stabilize and level out.

Thirty minutes later, the plane lowers its landing gear and descends for an emergency landing at the Norfolk, Virginia airport.  Under the engine, the Girl of Steel is groaning and sweating to keep the huge aircraft on its approach.  When the aircraft's wheels finally touch down on the end of the runway, Supergirl drops away from the engine - falls away, in fact, and crashes into the hard tarmac, bouncing several times, rolling, until her now-unconscious body bounces off the runway into the grass verge.

The plane taxis to the main terminal and everyone inside claps and cheers for the pilot and for the help of the young blonde heroine.  None saw her fall; when the plane stops at the terminal, everyone assumes the heroine, having completed her job, has flown on to other more important missions.  She's a heroine - she doesn't need the thanks for every good deed she performs, does she?

In a drainage ditch beside the runway, the crumpled body of the Girl of Steel lies half-submerged in water.  Her golden tresses float on the shallow water and her arms bob in the slow current.

"Mmmnnhh," Supergirl moans when she finally regains consciousness.  The sun is high in the sky and she can hear the roar of jets taking off and landing.  After a second or two, the Maid of Might pulls herself out of the drainage ditch and stands up to look around.  Finally, she remembers helping the jumbo jet land.  She leaps into the air and slowly flies away from the airport, staying low to avoid interfering with the airport's landing patterns.  As she passes over the James River and then over Fortress Monroe, she rises to several hundred feet and resumes her return to Leesburg.

"I feel worse now than when I left Britannia's," she realizes.  The strain of holding the jet steady for the long flight across the night sky has drawn down her energy reserves.  "I just wanna get home," she sighs.

A few minutes later, she lands on the roof of her apartment building in the town of Leesburg, Virginia.  As her boots hit the roof, she stumbles and falls onto one knee.  "Haven't done that in a while * ," she muses, "it doesn't score any coolness points when the heroine falls to her knees when she lands!"  Supergirl rises to her feet and brushes the gravel off her knee, then opens the secret door into her building.  She flies down the elevator shaft to the third floor and sneaks into her little apartment.

"I'm going to take a hot shower and go back to that roof for the rest of the day!" she says as she walks into her bedroom.  "Oh, great!" she says, spotting the red light on her phone.  "Someone's been trying to reach me.  Now what!"  As the Maid of Might presses the *PLAY* button on the specially designed instrument which allows certain government officials and other super heroes to call a special number to leave her messages, she hears:

"Supergirl, this is Mark King . . . FBI Agent-in-Charge for Metropolis?  I need to see you as soon as possible.  We've lost contact with Superman again - haven't been able to reach him for the last two weeks and, well, yesterday Intergang broke into Star Labs and stole some, uh, look, just get here as soon as you can!  We need your help desperately before - please hurry!"

As the Girl of Steel lands atop the Metropolis Federal Building, she spots Agent King awaiting her.  Once again, she just KNOWS that the man is looking at her pussy as her short skirt flies up upon landing.  Even as her boots touch the rooftop helipad, King rushes over to her and grabs her forearm.  "Thank God you came, Supergirl," the man says, "let's hurry to my office.  We can't lose any time!"

Stifling a desire to toss the man off the roof for grabbing her, the Girl of Steel shakes off his hand as she walks beside the man.  They rush downstairs and after a short elevator ride and a short walk down the hall, the pair enter his office.  She settles into the chair across from his desk as the agent, a short mousy guy in his forties, with thinning hair and too much weight, sits in his seat.

"What's this about Superman?" she asks.  She recalls her first meeting with King - also at a time when Superman had been missing for several days. *

"That can wait," King says.  "Late last night, someone broke into Star Labs.  We caught them on videotape and Intelligence identified the team as one of Intergang's.  There was a special device in the Lab and those people stole it!  We MUST get it back before they use it or copy it."

"But what about Superman?" she asks, more anxious about her cousin than some stupid device.  "He could be in real trouble if . . ."

"Yes, but we ARE in trouble, NOW, Supergirl, if we don't get the sonic cannon back!"  King interrupts.  Before she can say anything, King explains, "The sonic cannon, as Star Labs calls it, is a device that emits concentrated sound waves - tremendously powerful waves that, when they hit something, cause it to vibrate.  It has built-in sensors that assess the affect of the waves on the target and can adjust the weapon to increase the effect by creating what the bright boys call sympathetic vibrations, at the same frequency as the target.  In just seconds, the cannon can cut through an inch of titanium!  It's the ultimate weapon, short of a nuke-u-lar bomb," the man says, mispronouncing *nuclear*.

"Okay, okay," Supergirl says, holding up one palm toward the man.  "Do you have any leads?"

"The thing is a bit larger than an old Civil War era cannon, but is more boxy than one of those old 12 pound Napoleons," he says.  "It's powered by a small piece of uranium.  When I heard that, I recalled that you can trace radiation with your super eyes.  Here's a sample of the stuff to take with you," he says, sliding a lead lined box across the desk to the Girl of Steel.  "Trust me, there's no green-K in this box," he says, smiling at the heroine.  He knew that the first thought in her mind was that the box would contain some of the dangerous green element.

"Please, can you help us?"  he begs.  "We will put all our resources behind you.  If you find out where it's being held, we can get a SWAT team or Delta Force or whoever it takes to help you regain the device."  He hands her a small radio and headset.  "Just hook this on your belt.  The earpiece goes in your ear, of course, and the little clip can go on your collar.  Just press the clip when you need to speak to us.  The range is about ten miles - more if you're airborne.  We'll monitor your frequency until you tell us to stand down.  When you find them, give us a call!"

"Yeah, sure, I can try to find it," she says.  "I can probably retrieve the cannon for you myself," she says confidently.  "Faster too.  Why don't you guys see if you can get any leads on where Superman might be, in the meantime."  She rises and takes the radio off the desk and follows King's instructions on how to put on and use the device.  She turns toward the door and belatedly decides she better not be too confident about her abilities - she's not firing on all eight cylinders and besides, the last few times she went up against Intergang, she would wake up half a day later with no idea how she lost the gang members or what happened to render her unconscious.

"Do you have a secure phone?" she asks King as she turns back to face the Agent.  "I'd like to call the Justice League on this.  No offense, but if that weapon is as potent as you say, I'd rather have another super hero behind me.  I'd be too distracted about humans being hurt, no matter how skilled they are."

King hands her the phone and punches one of the buttons.  "It's secure now, Supergirl," he says.  He rises and leaves the office to give Supergirl some privacy.

"Justice League Headquarters, you're speaking with The Flash.  How may I help you," a voice on the other end of the line says.

"Great," Supergirl muses, "I beat the crap outta that guy and now I'm asking for his help!" * Supergirl says, rolling her eyes toward the ceiling.  "Uh, Flash, this is Supergirl," she says.  "How are you feeling?  I'm really, REALLY sorry about what I did to you last week," she admits.  "I'm going to need some help in a little bit.  Is there anyone there who is available?"

"Don't worry about that, Supergirl," Flash says, "I know you weren't yourself when that happened.  But apart from me, Robin is the only Leaguer here with me.  I'm on desk duty until I recover from, well, from the beating you gave me.  But really, don't worry about it, okay?  Batman and Hawkman are home recuperating, too, and the rest are busy.  Wanna talk with the Boy Wonder?"

"Yes, please."

"Robin here, Supergirl, what's shakin'?" another voice asks.

Supergirl briefly explains the situation and tells him the frequency of her radio (after getting it from King).  He agrees to monitor her signal but asks her to check back once in while so he can keep track of her.

A few moments later and the Princess of Power is once again on the roof of the FBI building.  Despite her protests, King followed her up there.  She opens the lead box and after a few seconds is able to detect the radiation from the small bit of uranium.  She seals the box and returns it to the agent.  As she leaps into the sky, she KNOWS the man is checking out her butt as she rises into the air above the great city.  She streaks away and once she gets a few hundred feet above Star Labs, she begins scanning below, looking for residual signs of similar radiation.

"Eureka!" she says as she spots a trail leading away from the Labs.  After telling Robin via radio, she banks down and follows the radiation.  A few minutes later she sees the trail lead into a huge warehouse on the docks.  She hovers over the building and scans the inside with her super vision.  "Aha!" she gloats as she spots two men and a woman standing beside a large flatbed truck.  The weapon and a fourth man are on the flatbed. "It's the big warehouse on . . . pier 4," she tells the Boy Wonder.

"I can be there in five minutes," Robin says.  "Wait for me, okay?"

Supergirl thinks for a moment, then decides that the situation might be too dangerous for Robin.  "He's only human, and a teen, to boot," she decides.  "He might be in worse danger than Delta Force against Intergang."

"I'm going in, Robin," she finally says over the radio.  "Join me when you can."  Before the Boy Wonder can respond, Supergirl dips and dives toward the roof of the building, stopping to hover a few feet over it. 

Although she knows she's not her usual self, she realizes that they must be preparing to move the cannon.  Her suspicion is confirmed when her super vision reveals one of the men climbing into the cab of the truck and starting the engine. The other man leaps onto the bed and helps the third man lift a tarp to cover the device.  "Can't wait for Robin," she decides and jackknifes to crash head first through the roof.

As bits of the roof crash to the floor, the Maid of Might flies down and lands behind the truck and adopts what she considers to be her most imposing stance - feet slightly spread, hands on her hips, her breasts thrust toward the evil-doers.  "Star Labs would like their cannon back!" she says in a loud, commanding tone.  "Please step off the truck and no one will be hurt."

For a moment, the criminals stare at the stunning blond vision.  One of the men on the truck turns as if he's going to flee when the woman walks toward the heroine and yells, "Go screw yourself, bitch!"  Everyone in the warehouse stops, stunned at the woman's effrontery.  Then they look at the Maid of Might and gasp in unison.

The eyes of the Girl of Steel seem to glaze over and her left hand rises and covers her right breast to crush it between her powerful fingers.  Her right hand slides down to the hem of her red skirt, lifts it, and two fingers slide between the thin strip of blue fabric covering her nether lips.  They begin sliding in an out of her vagina, quickly causing it to lubricate.  Her thumb brushes against her clitoris and quickly causes blood to flow into it, enlarging it.  Her body hunches forward and she moans as waves of pleasure begin to race through her super body.  In seconds, she drops to her knees, her chin drops onto her chest, and loud moans fill the warehouse.

"mmmmmMMMNNNHHH, yyEEEEESSSS!" she cries as the first of many orgasms wracks her brain.  Her left hand moves faster and faster, first squeezing her luscious mound, then pinching the protruding nipple so clearly visible, tenting the blue fabric of her tunic.  Her skirt jumps like there are fighting kittens under it as her right hand trombones in and out of her love canal, pausing from time to time to stroke or squeeze her blood-engorged clit.  Suddenly her head snaps back and she moans, "uhuhuhuhuhuhuhMMMMMMMMMnnnnnhhh" as a powerful orgasm rips through her mind.  Her powerful hands continue to play with her body and moments later, her body shudders as another powerful orgasm tears through her.  A thin trickle of drool flows from the side of her mouth across her creamy white cheek.  Other juices dribble down the insides of her thighs.  She closes her eyes and speeds up her effort to bring on a third mighty orgasm.  She's completely oblivious of where she is and who's watching her manic masturbation.

"What the fuck is goin' on," one of the men on the truck asks the woman.

"We have a special weapon against her, Jonesy," the woman says.  She explains how Intergang got a psychologist to implant a deep suggestion in her mind, triggered by the phrase she just uttered. *

"Hey, Anita" the other man on the truck, Red, shouts, "let's try out the cannon on her!"

"Good idea," the woman replies.  "Fire it up!"  Immediately, the third man leaps out of the truck's cab and joins the other two on the flatbed.  They aim the device at the Girl of Steel and activate it.  As the device hums to life, the men turn to look at the heroine who crashed their party.  Supergirl is now sitting on her boot heels.  Her body shudders every few seconds as her hands ignite yet another powerful orgasm.  Her eyes are closed and the hand on her breast is a blur as it massages first one breast, then the other, then strokes her legs, her stomach and her neck.

"I'm going to call this in," the woman says.  "Let me know if the cannon does anything to her, Red," she tells her second in command.  She walks away from the truck into a dark area along one wall and pulls a cell phone from a pocket on her leather jacket.  "This is Anita," she says into the phone, "let me talk to the boss.  It's an emergency!"

After a minute to warm up, the air in front of the cannon begins to shimmer as concentrated sound waves shoot out toward the Girl of Steel.  She seems unaffected by the device - she's as oblivious to that as she was to the men when she began playing with her body.  Meanwhile, the gun's sensors continue to assess the impact of the sound waves on the target, adjusting them from time to time.

Suddenly Supergirl lets out a tremendous scream and stops masturbating.  She looks up at the cannon with bleary eyes and moans, "AAAAIIIIIEEEE!!  S-stopp itttt!"  Slowly, then faster and faster her body begins to shake and vibrate as the sound waves crash into her.  Her body bounces on the floor and she drops onto one butt cheek as she loses her balance.  A second later she topples onto one side and her super body throbs and shakes.  Her hands fly to her chest and stomach and her eyes close as pain, tremendous pain, courses through her body.  Red tracks her with the gun, pouring sound waves against her.  He grins evilly as the woman suffers from the cannon.

"AAAAIIIIEEEE" she screams as she rolls on the floor, trying to get away from the pain.  "SSsttoooppp iiiittt!!" she begs, trying to cope with the intense pain coursing through her body.  After the mind-blowing pleasure of half a dozen mighty orgasms just seconds ago, now the pain rivals that caused by close exposure to green-K.  She's on the verge of losing consciousness from the cannon's sound waves.

After just a minute of the attack, the Girl of Steel rolls onto her back, shaking violently from the sound waves which are now attuned to the natural vibration of her super body.  If given enough time, the very molecules in her body will fly apart from the effect of the sound cannon.  As it is, the unrelenting assault is rapidly weakening her, draining her of her super energy.

"Fuckin' fantastic!" Red chortles as he watches America's mightiest super heroine writhing in agony on the floor.  As her body is pushed across the concrete by the powerful sound waves, cracks appear in the floor from her bouncing body and the sound waves striking the floor.  "Too bad this takes so long to work," he says to Jonesy, "or we could take down all them super dudes."

Suddenly a batarang flies across the floor of the warehouse and smashes into the barrel of the cannon.  The small explosive charge on the end of the 'rang detonates and the delicate framework at the end of the barrel shatters and falls to the ground.  Sparks fly from the body of the cannon and the three men leap to the ground to flee the defective device.  Smart move - in a second the cannon explodes and scatters its bits across the floor of the garage.

A figure in a black rubberized suit and cape swings across the garage on a bat rope and drops down near the three men.  Before they react, he dives into a roll and at the end of the roll, his boot hits one man's kneecap.  The sharp *CRACK* of a breaking bone is immediately followed by the man dropping onto his butt, screaming in pain.  Before the other two can react, Robin does a leg sweep which brings both men down on their backs.  Robin rises and leaps between them and expertly chops each man in his Adam's apple.  Their heads hammer against the cold concrete floor and each drifts into unconsciousness.

Robin turns the two men onto their bellies and pulls two long thin white plastic strips from a pouch on his utility belt.  He quickly ties the men's hands together.  He reaches for more of the ties when he's suddenly struck in his shoulder.  He rolls with the punch and looks up to Anita standing near him - she'd rushed over and kicked him with her boot while he was concentrating on the unconscious men.

She's a striking figure - leather jacket and mini and calf-high black leather boots.  As the Boy Wonder scrambles to his feet, she stoops beside Jonesy to retrieve his pistol.  "Don't do it, lady," the youthful hero says as he rushes at her.  As he reaches her, she does a forward roll into his legs, toppling the kid onto his face as she slams into his legs.  Robin slides across the floor on his belly, propelled by the momentum of his rush at Anita.

Anita rises and looks at Supergirl first - the Girl of Steel is still lying on her back, unconscious.  "Super slut isn't a threat," Anita mutters under her breath.  "Bat boy, however . . ." she says, rushing at the prostrate youth.

As the Boy Wonder rises to his hands and knees, Anita leaps into the air, does a forward roll, and lands with both of her boots planted on the middle of the boy's back, slamming him onto the floor.  The impact makes him *WHOOOF*  as the air rushes from his lungs.  Anita staggers off his back and turns, then quickly kicks him in his rib cage.  His body rises off the floor and flies a foot before crashing onto the floor again, this time on his back.  His head hits the floor with a *THUD* and bounces.  "UUnnhhh," he grunts from the impact, momentarily stunned by the blow.  While his rubberized costume protects his body from serious damage from kicks and punches, the back of his head is unprotected.  He wears a small mask over his eyes, not a protective hood like his mentor, the Batman.

Anita knows she can't give him time to recover - his martial arts skills far exceed her own.  Again she leaps into the air and this time as one boot lands on the boy's unprotected stomach, her right boot lands flush on his face, slamming the back of his head against the floor again and bloodying his nose.  Momentum carries the woman forward off the Boy Wonder and she does a shoulder roll, ending up on one knee facing away from the lad.  She spins around and dives on the boy, smashing her clenched fists on his face.

"OOOWWWWW!!" the lad screams as the punishment continues.  He's barely conscious now and too disoriented to resist her furious attack.  As one hand weakly rises to protect his face, the woman rises again to one knee beside the black-clad youth.  As Robin squirms under her, she hammers one fist down on his crotch in a punishing attack on his manhood.  The impact causes the lad to curl up - most of the blow was deflected by his suit and a reinforced jock strap but it's still a painful blow.

As Robin rolls onto his side, facing away from the villainess, she rolls him onto his belly and straddles his back, her butt just above his.  She grabs hair on each side of his head and begins slamming his face onto the rough concrete floor, laughing maniacally as his hands flail uselessly.  After several seconds, his resistance stops and she can sense that he's out of the fight.

Anita flips the Boy Wonder onto his back and unbuckles his fabled utility belt.  After sliding it off his body, she opens the pouches and dumps their contents onto the floor.  Most of the bat-gadgets are unrecognizable but she notes several folded batarangs and small containers, then shouts with glee when several of the thin white plastic strips fall from his belt.  Like an expert cop, she wraps one around his ankles, then flips him onto his belly again.  She pulls his hands behind his back and is about to tie them together when she's suddenly knocked onto her side from a blow to her shoulder.

"What the . . ." she manages to blurt out as she turns to look at her attacker.  Standing beside her is a revived Girl of Steel!  Standing, but swaying slightly, and with half-closed eyes. There are bruises on her face, neck, hands and thighs.

Anita knows she could immobilize the heroine with one phrase but ego demands satisfaction.  The black-clad woman rises to her feet to face the severely-weakened Maid of Might.  "I think I'm gonna enjoy this," Anita says to herself as she executes a side kick into Supergirl's stomach.  "Excellent!" she says as the Girl of Steel staggers backward from the blow and struggles to stay on her feet.

"You're not so super, now, are yah, bitch?" she asks as Supergirl looks up at her.

"S-super enough . . . to take . . . care of you," Supergirl replies bravely.  She knows, however, that at this moment her entire body is a mass of pain.  She believes she no longer has any of her super powers - although the sound cannon stopped her from masturbating into unconsciousness, it did not stop her from believing the second half of the post-hypnotic suggestion, a belief that she has no powers.

She had hit Anita with clenched fists and the best it did was topple the villainess.  In her mind, this convinces the Girl of Steel that she has no powers left.  Supergirl wonders how well, or even WHETHER she can defeat this ordinary human woman without them.  As the villainess moves toward the blue-clad blonde, Supergirl raises her fists and one foot slides back slightly as she assumes a fighting stance.

"My, my, my, I'm soooo afraid!" Anita mocks.  "The mighty Supergirl is about to punch my clock!"  Before the Maid of Might can make a reply, Anita leaps into the air, spins 360 degrees, and the heel of her boot hits the side of the blonde's head, knocking her to floor with a loud *UUNNH*.  The second kick strained muscles on the black-clad woman's ankle - she limps slightly as she moves toward the Maid of Might.  Anita stoops briefly to pick up some of the white ties.

"C-can't let . . . her defeat me," Supergirl says to herself as she rises to her hands and knees.  Suddenly, she falls forward onto her face and belly as a black boot kicks her ass.  Before Supergirl can react, Anita drops onto the blonde's back quickly grabs both of the blue-clad arms.  As the Maid of Might tries to resist, Anita quickly wraps a tie around the blonde's wrists and binds them behind her back.  "Nnnooo!" Supergirl moans at the indignity of being bound like criminal on one of the cop shows.

Suddenly Anita grabs clumps of blond hair near the heroine's skull and begins smashing her face against the concrete.  In her weakened condition, the mighty blows lightly stun the woman and her struggles cease momentarily.  Anita spins around and quickly fastens a second tie around Supergirl's red boots at the ankles.

As the Maid of Might struggles weakly on the floor, too weak to snap the thin plastic strips binding her wrists and legs, Anita rises and gloats, "so much for the mighty Supergirl.  Super-pussy, is more like it.  Go screw yourself, bitch!" she commands.  Once again the Maid of Might develops an irresistible urge to masturbate but is frustrated by the binds.  She squirms on the cold concrete, trying to rub her breasts and pussy against it to satisfy her need.

Content that the Girl of Steel is no longer a problem, Anita turns back toward the Boy Wonder.  She gasps silently at the sight of the lad using a small knife blade to cut the plastic strip around his ankles.

"Oh, no you don't!" she yells as she rushes toward the boy.  She nears him and leaps into the air to land on him but he finishes cutting the strip and as her body starts to drop on his, he rolls sideways.  Anita's boots hammer the concrete floor where Robin had just been sitting, then her momentum carries her forward several steps.  She turns and readies for combat and sees the Boy Wonder rise to his feet.  His face is black and blue and blood streams from his nose and a cut lip.

"Just you and me, lady," he says as he starts to move toward her.  He knows he needs to end this quickly before exhaustion overwhelms him or her reinforcements arrive.  He begins moving his hands in well-rehearsed kung fu moves, hoping to intimidate the woman into surrendering.

"Well, I just took down a little blue bird," she says, "you're next, bird boy."  Her bluff hides the fact that her confidence weakens at the prospect of fighting him. Even after all the punishment she's delivered, she knows that he trained under Batman. He's the Dark Knight's sidekick, for Christ's sake!  He's gotta have some dynamite moves!  As Robin nears, the woman, desperately trying to devise some way to beat him, suddenly pulls down the zipper of her leather jacket, opening it wide.

Robin stops in his tracks as two of largest, roundest breasts he's ever seen pop into view.  Anita had NOTHING on under her jacket!

His momentary delay is all the vixen needs.  She takes a half-step toward the boy and leaps up to launch a snap kick at him.  Before Robin can react, her boot hits his chest and drives him back several feet to land roughly on his butt.  Anita leaps forward and does a handspring.  As her hands support her, her legs whip around over her and she pushes off, propelling herself the last foot to land on the Boy Wonder's upper body, her legs spread wide.  Her pussy hammers him onto his back and she sits on his chest, one leg stretching over each shoulder.  Before the teen can recover, she slides forward and covers the lower half of his face with her pussy.  Her panty-less pussy.

Robin gags briefly as the woman's hairless pussy lands on his face.  The smell is horrible!  Anita GRINDS her nether region on the boy's face, smothering him.  Sweat and *other juices* from her crotch smear across his chin and mouth. She gets a brief rush of pleasure as his young mouth as the boy protests this treatment and his lips rub her lower lips and his breath blows on her pussy. This starts her to lubricate and these juices also flow out of her and onto Robin's face.

She slides off his face after a few seconds and uses her crotch to pin his neck against the floor.  "Bet your friend Supergirl doesn't do this to you," she says to the befuddled Boy Wonder.  Before he can react, she hammers clenched fists on the boy's nose.  His eyes slowly close.

"God DAMN I'm good!" Anita says, rising to her feet.  "Two, count 'em, TWO HEROES taken down by one little lady!  So what if I lost the cannon!".  She walks over to check on the Maid of Might - still vigorously rubbing her body against the warehouse floor in a masturbatory frenzy.  After checking around the truck, Anita returns to the Boy Wonder with a pair of ropes - no more ties are available to bind him.  She quickly wraps one long strand of rope around his ankles, his knees and his thighs.  She bends his arms behind his back so the two forearms are against each other.  She takes the second strand and wraps them around his forearms, from elbow to wrist.  As the Boy Wonder groans she says to herself, "If I wore panties, they'd make a great gag right about now!"

After searching the warehouse floor for several minutes, she finally discovers her cell phone.  She starts to call Intergang to tell them she's captured two super heroes when the warehouse door suddenly explodes!  A shocked villainess looks around and gasps as a dozen men in flak jackets and helmets with face shields race through the gaping hole.  Initials on their helmets - FBI, ATF, convince her that the place is no longer healthy for her.  Abandoning her three comrades, Anita races back around the truck toward another door. Agent King had been monitoring Supergirl's radio messages and dispatched a team to the same place she told Robin about. They were waiting outside the warehouse for something to happen. The finally moved when King told them to wait no longer. Apparently the mousy little agent has excellent timing!

Anita's barely ten feet from the back door when it suddenly flies open and another squad of law enforcement types force their way into the cavernous warehouse.  She skids to a halt and her eyes desperately search for another way out of the trap.  Suddenly one of lawmen shoots her with a Tazer and as the pins strike her bare belly, electricity flows into her body, shutting it down.  She drops to the floor and shakes and writhes as her body shuts down.  In moments, her eyes close.

"I don't know what happens to me when I run into an Intergang group," Supergirl confesses to the people grouped around the table in Justice League headquarters two days later.  "One minute I'm ready to arrest them, the next minute I wake up half a day later dazed, confused, and . . . well, soiled."

"We got a report from Robin," Batman replies.  He's got taping around his ribs and his left arm is still in a sling, broken by the Maid of Might when she was briefly a thrall of Luthor.  "When he entered the warehouse, he saw you being battered by the sonic cannon.  The last time he tried to fight that woman," Batman says, waving his right arm toward a door along one wall of the meeting chamber, "he says he thinks he saw you tied up, writhing on the ground.  He doesn't remember much though, because he was battling for his life against that vixen."

"I never wanted him to get involved, Batman," Supergirl says regretfully, "because I knew they had that cannon.  I'm just glad he DID show up.  I'm sorry he was hurt, though."

"He'll recover," Batman says, "and he'll have more respect for women who try to fight him.  He told us that he *choked* when she, uh, she bared her bosom at him."  Several others around the table fight to stifle a giggle at the Dark Knight's discomfort with this subject.  "Not even Catwoman, vile she-devil that she is, ever did anything like that to me!"

"Supergirl," Green Lantern says sternly, "we've also read a report Agent King gave us.  After your bonds were removed, you went into a frenzy playing, uh, playing with yourself.  Nothing the lawmen could do would stop you.  Eventually you passed out.  I'm sure it was fun at the time, but it's not something we like to see other super heroes doing while fighting crime, young lady."

"WHAAATT?" the shocked Maid of Might says.  "I . . . I didn't . . ."

"I'm afraid you did, Supergirl," Wonder Woman says, her brows furrowed with concern.  "And you may recall that when you woke up in one of the bedrooms here at JLA HQ, you were too dazed to even stand.  You told Batgirl that you had lost your super powers.  We almost believed it when we saw the bruises on your face . . ."

"But I've since determined those were caused by the sonic cannon - it burst a number of smaller blood vessels in your body, causing the hematomas that were on your body," Batman interjects.  "They've healed, now.  But you were in pretty bad shape, Supergirl, from that cannon and possibly from what you did to yourself.  So we need to find out what caused you to lose control of your, ah, your sexual drives."

An awkward silence fills the meeting chamber for several seconds.  At a nod from the Dark Knight, Batgirl rises and goes to a door along one wall.  She goes inside and returns a second later leading Anita, arms tightly bound behind her back, her black leather jacket zipped up to her neck.  The woman is led to the table behind Wonder Woman's seat.  The Amazon Princess rises and removes the Golden Lasso from her belt, then moves to stand near Anita.

"Don't - don't put that on ME, bitch," Anita spits at the tall brunette.  "I ain't gonna cooperate with you, 'n besides, anything I say under that thing can't be used against me in court!"

"Hush, girl," the Amazon says as she slips the lasso over her shoulders.  "We need the truth from you.  The lasso compels you to obey me and tell the truth.  Now, did you cause Supergirl to molest herself when she was in the warehouse two days ago?"

"F-fu . . . uh, yes, I did," the woman says, unable to resist the magic compulsion.

"How did you cause her to molest herself?" Wonder Woman asks.

"I said *go screw yourself, bitch*," the woman says in a wooden voice.  Suddenly all eyes turn toward Supergirl as she moans and her hands go to her breasts.  In seconds, the Maid of Might is again masturbating like a horny teenaged boy with the latest girlie magazine spread before his eyes.  As Anita stands dully at attention, enthralled by the sorcerous lariat, Wonder Woman removes it and expertly tosses it across the table to land on the shoulders of the Girl of Steel.

"Supergirl," the Amazon says, "stop playing with yourself and ignore anything Anita says.  Ignore the phrase *go screw yourself, bitch*"

As the Girl of Steel slowly stops rubbing her body, she slumps, glassy-eyed, in her seat. As all eyes are on the blonde, Anita, released from the Golden Lasso, turns and begins to run toward one of the doors along the walls.  She gets about three feet before Batgirl grabs the villainess' bound arms and pulls her back to the Princess of Paradise Island.

After putting the lariat around Anita again, Wonder Woman asks, "why does Supergirl react like that when you say that phrase - and do not say it again in her presence!"

Anita struggles briefly to resist the compulsion to tell the truth and quickly fails.  "I was told by my boss that someone put a post-hypnotic suggestion into her some time ago.  Whenever . . . that phrase is said, she is compelled to masturbate until she loses consciousness.  When she regains consciousness, she is compelled to believe that she has lost her powers."

Most of the assembled heroes gasp in shock at the devious trick played on the heroine.  Looking at the villainess, Wonder Woman says, "you will not try to escape from me or any other police officers.  You will tell them everything you know about Intergang and your past criminal activities."  After Anita says she will comply with the Amazon's orders, Wonder Woman removes the Golden Lasso and drops it over Supergirl's shoulders.

"Supergirl," Wonder Woman commands, "I want you to remember this for all time.  When anyone says *go screw yourself, bitch*, you will treat it as any other verbal abuse.  You will not masturbate, your powers will not diminish.  Do you understand?"

"Yes."

After a second's pause, the Amazon removes the lasso and Supergirl's eyes suddenly return to their normal shiny blue color and she appears bright and alert.  "What . . . what happened?" she asks.

The Princess explains what has been done to her and adds that the phrase will no longer trigger the bizarre behavior it has in the past.  "It may even give you some advantage when you encounter them again," she concludes.

As the League members rise from the table and begin to leave, Supergirl stands and mentally examines her body.  She concludes that she's still weak from the experiences she's had over the past few days.  "Uh, Lantern, can I speak with you for a moment?" she asks the black and green clad man.

She pulls him aside and briefly explains her problem and her need to soak up lots of solar radiation to *recharge her batteries*.  "Superman said if we got near the sun, we would get a tremendous surge of energy," she hints. *

"Then why don't you let me take you near the sun," he says, smiling down at the beautiful young heroine.

A moment later, Green Lantern zooms into space, his ring projecting a protective bubble around him and his companion, the Girl of Steel.  In seconds, the pair get inside the orbit of Mercury and the bubble splits into two.  The one around the Lantern darkens and thickens, to protect him from the radiation, while the one around Supergirl slowly fades away.  Minutes later, she nods at the man and the bubble reforms.  They speed back toward Earth and Supergirl tells him that she feels better than she's felt in weeks!

"We've been a bit worried, Supergirl," he says, "we've lost contact with your cousin.  We haven't seen him in weeks and no one at the Daily Planet has a clue.  Do you have any idea where he might be?"

"I think maybe I do, Lantern," she replies grimly.  "When we get back, I need to make a call or two.  I think I might need the help of you or one of the other League members, if my hunch is right."

"Make your calls and we can talk," he says as they land outside League headquarters.  Together, they reenter the famous center of truth and justice.

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