"Bennington !" She said through her teeth. She watched the grinning wealthy man she had encountered earlier. Her thoughts went to earlier in the evening, when she first entered the show, the pervert had almost raped her. He was behind this !

"That's right, ...Athena, wasn't it?" He approached her closely, looking her over. "Changed costume, huh ? This one is very nice." He smiled slyly as his eyes danced over her body in the slinky outfit.

Supergirl watched him carefully, slowly he circled her like a snake. She steadied herself, repulsed by him. She felt him gently stroked the smooth silk fabric of her costume up along her back that caused shivers in her.

"I know you're new here, so let me explain it to you." He faced her close, sniffing her perfume. She dared not make her move yet as she looked at his goons behind him.

"You see everyone thinks the cars here are the most valuable things....but that isn't true. The top 40 exotic car manufactures send representitves here to help showcase there cars." He placed his finger just below her chin to lift her head a bit, he was only inches away from her.

"Like you, sweets. Racequeens, J-Girls, ...sluts in your little outfits to excite buyers. Why do you think I've been casing these shows ? Watching sluts like you walk around thinking you're so sexy, haha. And they will pay a good ransom for your return....and if they don't......your sexy ass will be sold to our slave ring." He looked at the other girls " This is an ideal place to find sexy little girls for sex slaves."

He looked over at one of his henchmen.

"Bring out the restraints, lets tie these bitches."

Supergirl watched as a large trunk was brought in and opened. The Girls began to whimper as the men withdrew several strange items. Items of leather and steel, things they had never seen before, things some "sicko" would have.

'The stolen bondage items.' Supergirl thought. 'He's going to use them on us.'

Just then a number of girls were led from the dressing room, there hands bound behind them, gagged with massive twisted cloth. All race queens from different companies. She could tell the women had been crying and were frighten. She recognized some of them, Sherry, the big titted girl she had encountered in the dressing room was in the lead. She was naked as she was led through the crowd. The villains had them all tied in the line together, a slave line. One of the fiends led Sherry with a rope that was tied around her shoulders. Supergirl looked at the embarrassed girl as she and the other girls were pulled along against there will.

"Put them on the bus, we'll get these ready." The henchmen took long looks at the sexy captured girls as they were led through the crowd of shocked on lookers. Bennington took one of the strange things from the trunk and tossed it to Supergirl.

"Ok, tie your friends up." He chuckled pointing to the girl next to her.

It was Kimmie. She looked at him puzzled and then at Athena.

"You wouldn't...." Kimmie asked Athena shaking her head no.

Supergirl looked back at the villain, his henchmen tossing cuffs and other items to the frighten girls.

"All of you, bind the girl next to you. Now !!" His men lowered there guns at the girls and the crowd. The frighten girls screamed in terror.

'Can't let this go too far.' She thought. 'But I have to go with them now.'

Athena looked at the strange object in her hands. It was long and made of smooth soft black leather. Two rows of criss-crossed laces ran up the leather, binding the two sides together, a strange glove meant to keep your hands tied. She looked at it intrigued, she had never seen anything like it before, but she actually loved the touch of it. She thought of the many secret bondage houses where this was probably once used, how Mistresses in tight leather outfits and tall stiletto heels bound there slaves. She looked back at Kimmie who was shaking her head 'no', whispering 'please.' Thoughts of earlier ran through her head, how Kimmie had fondled her through the photo shoot, how the girl secretly assaulted her under her skirt and around her panties. Supergirl looked at Kimmie with a hard look, and then grabbed the petite girl quickly pulling her hands behind her back roughly.

"AAAAAiiiiiiiiiiii" Kimmie screamed, "No....please..."

"Quiet, " She slipped the long slender glove over the girl's arms, the strange restraint went all the way up to her elbows. "you deserve this for what you did to me." Athena pulled the laces tight, making sure she couldn't get out. Even if she would soon spoil there plans and capture these villains she wanted to pay Kimmie back. She pulled the laces tight around Kimmie's wrist, the leather took the shape of Kimmie's bound hands. The tiny girl wiggled and struggled, even more to Supergirl's delight. This little girl had her at a disadvantage before, but now she had her.

She pulled the laces tight on Kimmie.

"OOOwwwwwwww...." She cried, squirming in her costume. The short miniskirt riding high up her legs, the soft silk crinkling against her body.

Athena finished lacing the top of the glove, Kimmie was bound well. She could barley struggled because the fetish device held her so snug. She turned back to Athena.

"Oww..I'm sorry....its too tight..."

"Shhhh..." Athena whispered back taking care that any of the henchmen were out of reach. "Listen, I'm really Supergirl, you've got nothing to fear."

"W-what ?" She looked at her puzzled, her arms pulled back tight in the single leather glove that made her breast push forward.

"I'm Supergirl, I'm here undercover"

"You're not Supergirl." Kimmie remembered the other models when they found Athena's costume underneath in the dressing room. "you're crazy...you're going to get us in trouble...you just think you're Supergirl." Kimmie whispered back.

Athena didn't have time to convince her, she looked around as the other girls were busy tying one another. The henchmen were relaxed, watching as the sexy girls were forced to tie one another. She looked over at Bennington, he was delighted watching them, standing in the center in his expensive suit, he tossed out new restraints to the frightened girls as the bound ones were being taken away.

She was just about to make her move when suddenly she was grabbed from behind by another model. A tall blonde in a tight fitted bathing suit. It was the girl that Takomi had entered the restaurant with.

"If you're Supergirl you wont have any trouble getting out of this"

The slut grabbed Athena's arms pressing them hard behind her.

"Owwww, Bitch not so rough. " Athena didn't like her tying her up. The big titted slut was probably part of the gang. She snapped a pair of cuffs on Supergirl. Athena pretended to struggle, she could have easily snapped the cuffs off with her superstrenth. She wondered how the girl could see to cuff her over her own stretched tits. The slut looked Athena over smiling. She pushed her back to back with the bound Kimmie.

"You probably like this type of thing, huh. I bet they don't even ransom you, they'll sell you t.......ohhh"

Supergirl was glad one of the henchmen grabbed the slutty model and bent her hands behind her back like the rest. She squealed as a pair of shackles were placed on her wrist.

'Okay, so maybe she isn't in on it, but they had to have someone on the inside to take over the show so quickly.' Supergirl thought looking around at the crooks. She had to find an opportunity to foil them. She watched as the men tied the last few models and then something caught her eye. Bennington was standing there, his henchmen had the girl reporter and her camera bag.

"This one isn't a model." He fumbled through her bag. "She's a reporter."

"That's right, but please I need that film" the reporter begged as she was being held by one of the goons.

"Why ? So you can show the police ? Destroy it." Bennington handed the bag to one of his men.

"No, please I have something very valuable on there....It's not for the police." The girl begged then she saw Supergirl looking her way and an idea hit her. She moved in closer to Bennington.

"I swear there is nothing on the film about you......but what if I could give you something more valuable."

Supergirl didn't like the way things were looking. She sized up the villains, noticing were they were.

"More valuable ? Do you know something ?" The villain was intrigued.

"yes....just let me keep my film...I have some important information about one of the models...."

Supergirl's eyes widen, her heart quickened. The girl was about to blow her cover.

The villain looked around at the squirming girls in there slinky outfits. He was curious, what did the reporter have ?

"Yes, you can have your pictures," he handed the bag back to her. "Now tell me."

The reporter looked at Supergirl for a moment. Athena shook her head slightly saying 'NO'. She was the only hope of the race queens. But the reporter leaned in to Bennington and pointed at Supergirl.

"That girl...there is Supergirl."

The models around her burst into giggles despite there situation.

"No she isn't, " the big titted model said mater of factly, "She's crazy, she thinks she's some kind of heroine."

"S-Supergirl ??" some of them girls wondered aloud, now all looking at Athena.

"No, she's wrong...I'm not Supergirl..." Athena pretended.

"She is, I've seen her hundreds of times at the paper...that's her."

"Y-You are Supergirl..." Kimmie said awed.

"No she isn't, she had a costume on earlier.....we beat her up in the dressing room. She isn't Supergirl." One of the Hondera girls said.

"Supergirl...help us..." The swimsuit models pleaded struggling.

"I-I'm not her..really..." Athena felt embarrassed, her cover was being blown. Bennington's men trained there guns on her. The villain ordered his men over to check her out.

Supergirl saw the men moving in on her as the models screamed in fear.

"Supergirl....help..."

The men approached Supergirl.

"Look under her dress....its her..." The reporter said.

Athena looked at the girl bewildered, the greedy reporter was going to sacrifice her and the rest just as long as she could keep the compromising pictures of Supergirl to sell on the black market.

"Well, go on." Bennington shouted at his men.

The goons cautiously approached Supergirl. She looked around at them sizing them up. The lead man pulled her forward. She clenched her cuffed fist. He looked at her with a smile and pulled her top forward, peering down her breast.

"Hey boss, she does have some kind of costume on underneath, there's a large 'S' on her......."

Supergirl snapped the cuffs, she grabbed the man and launched him into two of the others. The other goons hesitated, she grabbed the cuffs off her wrist knocking two more out. She jumped another, bending the steel barrel of his gun in a U shape and then knocking him cold.

"It is her !!!" the race queens cheered.

"She's saving us....she's rescuing us..."

"AAAAiiiiiiiiii...." Another of the henchmen charged her, Supergirl easily avoided his slow punch, grabbed his arm and tossed him over. She placed a foot on the downed man's back in triumph.

"I am Supergirl....and I'm taking you all in." She smiled.

"Not so fast, Supergirl."

Athena turned to see Bennington, he had Tami.

The cop's hands were cuffed in front of her and he held a gun to her head. Her skirt was gone but she still wore her uniform shirt. She looked scared and afraid as the villain clenched her tightly.

"Let her go, Benny !" Supergirl started towards him.

"Not so close Supergirl." He pushed the gun into Tammi's temple.

"Aiiiiiiiiii....." She screamed terrified.

Supergirl stopped in her tracks.

"No....don't hurt her........I.." She hesitated for a minute, looking at all the bound models, their pleading eyes watching her, she was there only hope...yet her friend was in jeopardy. "....I....I surrender..." Her breath left her as she said it.

"No...no...Supergirl..." the models pleaded struggling in their bondage.

"I know how she looses her powers." The reporter added.

Everyone's attention turned towards the smiling reporter.

"No, don't you understand...I'm here to help."

The reporter turned her glaze away from the pleading superheroine, back to the villain.

"The film is yours." He smiled putting the gun under Tami's chin now as the policewoman stood limp in his clutches.

"No, she doesn't know anything....it's a trick." Supergirl said as the groggy henchmen were getting to their feet. The crowd looked on, intrigued to know Supergirl's secret. A cold sweat came over her, she was in big trouble now.

"Arouse her." The reporter smiled taking her photo bag back. "She is drained when aroused, her strength vanishes."

"No. That's not true..."

The crowd gasped looking at the heroine strangely.

"If you make her, well... " the reporter smile broadly. "... spill her juices, she becomes as weak as a kitten. It's her weakness."

Supergirl stood there in shock. She knew it was true, she was no match for her own libido. And now this girl had told everyone. She felt small, everyone's eyes watching her, what did they have planned for her ?

"Well isn't that interesting." Bennington smiled as well, Tammi still his captive. Supergirl felt his eyes burn into her. What did he have planned ?

"But first, make her strip to her costume......I want to record your conquest of her."

Supergirl's mouth fell open as the reporter said this. She was just too greedy, she wanted more pictures of her. She wanted to film Supergirl's humiliation.

Bennington nodded with approval.

"You heard the lady Supergirl, strip !" He pressed the gun deeper into Tammi who let out a yelp like a small child.

Everyone watched, the models bound and now on there knees watched as the one they called Supergirl looked around frantically. The crowd held at gun point watched the heroine.

Supergirl's mind went wild trying to find some way out. But she couldn't deny the feeling of watching her friend, a fellow up holder of justice, threaten by this vile man. She looked down at her short mini skirt, taking it by the bottom. Her heart raced, she felt everyone watching her, but she had no choice. She unzipped the skirt, and in one moment it fell to the floor. Underneath her more familiar red micro skirt fanned out.

"I knew there was something strange about those undies." Bennington laughed to her dismay.

She pulled off the top as the broad 'S' straddled across her breast was reveal. Her neatly tucked cape dropped behind her as she flung the top to the floor.

The models gasped as there stood Supergirl. A vision in red and blue with a tiny skirt that accented her long legs. Her long silky hair flared around her shoulders, her red lips dazzling as she faced them unmasked.

"Very good."

"Ohhhh...." Tami cried as he pushed her forward, closer to Supergirl. He wanted a good look at her. This mighty superheroine who was disguised in there mist.

"Mmmm, very nice. You look even more delicious, Supergirl." He looked her over, admiring how the silk costume hugged her firm body so well. Superheroines were known for their skimpy costumes, and this was the first he had seen. The tall heels on Supergirl's boots accentuated her shapely legs, her micro mini just hiding the strange panties Bennington had explored earlier.

'It was her costume indeed.' He thought as he relived the earlier events in his mind, how he had touched her there, intrigued by the feel of the mysterious fabric. An excitement rose in him at the thought that he actually had Supergirl, the most powerful superheroine in the world, here in front of him.

"Now what, fiend ?" Supergirl said, her mind racing with ideas, trying to formulate a plan. She took her most intimidating stance with her fist on her hips, her cape drape dramatically behind her. Surely these villains would surrender when they realized what a powerful superheroine they were dealing with.

"Give yourself up, villain. There's no way you can win."

"Really Supergirl.....well let's see if what the reporter Bitch says is true, " He grinned evilly, "masturbate !"

Supergirl was taken aback.

"Wh-What ?" Her eyes were wide, she felt a tingling of fear for the first time.

"You heard me Superslut, Masturbate !"

"How dare you! You can't ask me to do that......I-I'm Supergirl.....I can't. You're crazy." She folded her arms defiantly.

"You will if you value your friend."

"Aaaaaiiiiiiii....." Tammi squealed as he tighten his grip on her.

The henchmen suddenly turned there guns away from Supergirl and to the crowd of bound beauties.

The race queens screamed, frighten and helpless in a panic. Girls struggling, bound in there designer sports wear. They turned there gazes to Supergirl.

"Help us please...."

Supergirl watched the vulnerable girls with there captors standing over them, ready to pounce, she looked at Tammi, the villain was playing with her now. Tammi's eyes were wide with fear as the fiend unbuttoned her blouse with the barrel of his gun, her lace push up bra exposed for his pleasure. Tammi grimaced as the man now pulled at the bra.

"No, leave her alone." Supergirl's heart raced as the screams of the girls echoed in the large room, "Leave them all alone.....I....I.." Her face burned red, she was out of breath, she couldn't stand hearing all the frighten girls. They were all crying for her help. What could she do ?

"....i'll do it...don't hurt them...." Her head hung in shame, there was no other way, he had her at a disadvantage.

"As a superheroine, you must always protect the innocent....even if it meant sacrificing yourself." She mumbled.

"Nobel words, Supergirl." He gloated.

The crowd hushed in an uneasy silence, they stared at the blushed heroine. Watching her eagerly.

The crowd was silent, she felt everyone's eyes watching her. Supergirl could feel her knees weak. Could she really do this ? Did she have a choice?

"Do it now, Supergirl !" He teased her name, he knew how humiliating it was for a powerful superheroine like Supergirl to submit to someone like him. He had no powers, she was stronger, yet he had beaten her. He thought how these so called superheroines flew around the city in there sexy outfits as if they owned it. How they thought they were so much better than everyone else...including the rich like him. They often chided the rich for lack of morals in acquiring there money. Well now he had a superbitch in his clutches and he was going to enjoy breaking her. They talked about morals, but he knew secretly these scantly clad sluts would fall at his feet if he ever had the opportunity to capture one. He would expose them for the sluts they truly were.

The henchmen smiled broadly at each other awaiting their show.

Supergirl felt her heart race, her hands rose slowly up her taught waist.

'There has to be another way out of this !!!' she thought as she cupped her own breast. Sliding her hands up the soft smooth silk of her costume. Feeling her own supple breast. A ting of excitement ran through her body, there was something kinky about this, everyone getting a treat, watching Supergirl fondle herself in front of them all.

She stroked her own breast, feeling her nipples underneath. A shot of pleasure shot through her body as her fingernails raked across them. Her mouth fell open with hot breath as she looked at Bennington still holding her friend. She hated this, hated that he had her, hated what he was making her do.

She circled her own breast, pushing them together as she felt tingling between her legs. Her nipples pushing through the costume, standing on ends as shivers ran down her back.

"That's it Supergirl, I want to see you wet....or she dies."

The word's pierced her ears, she didn't want to look at him, she gritted her teeth together.

She looked around the room at the amazed onlookers, they were staring at her, something inside her found it liberating. She almost wanted to cum, wanted them to watch what a slut she really was. She secretly loved the feeling, loved feeling helpless, forced into pleasure.....pleasure that would leave her so very venerable. The crowd were themselves eyeing her body, watching the mighty superheroine fondle herself.

Supergirl's hand slid down to her short skirt, she took a breath, a tear formed in her eye. Was she really going to do this ? She would make herself so weak, helplessly at his mercy. He would have defeated her at her own doing.

Her hand glided underneath her skirt as her fingers found her own plump panty clad mound.

"Oooooohhhhh...mmmmmmmmm....." She bit her lip, embarrassed at her own outburst but the excitement had mounted inside her, her touching herself at her most sensitive spot was so stimulating.

'Oh Gawd, can't control myself....so hot...'

"Make it wet Supergirl." The fiend was toughly enjoying seeing her humbled. "This should not be so difficult for you. Look at yourself in your short skirt and tight clothes. All of you supersluts need a good cock in you."

'Mmmmmm....yeeessssss....' Supergirl's thought, she was so hot, her body was alive. '..nooo....no, can't...must resist...'

"Spread your legs for us, whore. Get on your knees, Now !! Keep fingering yourself."

"You won't get away with this." She said with her eyes closed tight, her hands circling her breasts, how she wished she could escape. But instead she did as she was ordered, she kneeled, her hand still massaging her clit, she could feel herself becoming wet, her body hot and glistening with sweat, her strength fleeting.

"Yes I will slut, look at you, you're in no position to stop me."

"Ohhh..mmmmmmm...." she could feel her own juices now, her fingers sliding easily across her clit. Her body jerked on her knees, her tiny skirt just covering her quivering mound.

"Look at you. Not so proud now, huh Supergirl." He laughed watching the superheroine making a spectacle of herself.

"Mmmmmm....ooooGooooddddddd......" She couldn't stop now, she knew she was become weak, her passions rising inside her were out of control. How humiliating for her, yet how exiting. Everyone watching her, on her knees, forced to finger her own pussy, her panties becoming a wreck, her body sliding willingly on her own hand.

"Noo....I won't let you win......mmmmmmnnngggggg......I-I can control myself....." she lied. "just because you're rich...doesn't mean you aren't scum...nnngg"

"Arrogant slut." He signaled for one of his henchmen to come over and take over Tammi. "Proud Superbitch to the end, eh." He approached her once one of his men had Tammi held at bay. He stood over her watching the quivering pile of mess that was Supergirl. "Let's see how well you can service me, I've always wanted to fuck one of you superbitches.

Supergirl looked up at the man, his hands unzipping his fine silk trousers.

"You wouldn't Dare !" She moaned in ecstasy, she couldn't deny how hot she was, her hair tossed across her face. "You wouldn't defy my sacred mouth with your foul manhood."

Her eyes grew wide and she became breathless at the site of his large cock. He meant to do her, he meant to satisfy his evil thirst with Supergirl.

"Please, no....how can I do such a thing..nnnngggg.." Her fingers circled her clit furiously, she could feel her climax building, she relished the excitement.

"Service me Supergirl, or your friend dies." Kimmie gave out another scream as the grinning henchman tighten his grip on her.

Supergirl looked at Tammi, and then back at Bennington's cock, dangerously close to her. Something inside her wanted it, wanted to taste him, wanted to take his hugh cock deep inside her warm satisfying mouth. She looked up at him with watery eyes. She knew if she performed such and act in front of all she would be ruined, she would be labeled a slut, the slut that she secretly knew she was...but what choice did she have.

Slowly she approached his cock, looking up at the smiling villain. She hated his smug expression, watching the mighty superheroine on her knees at his feet. She opened her mouth, her red lipstick gleaming, and took the head of his cock inside.

"Noo.....noo...." The race queens sobbed as they watched there last hope, there champion, submit to the dastardly villain.

Supergirl closed her eyes, she tasted his hard cock, taking just the head then swallowing him.

"MMMmmmmgggmgmmgmgmgg" Her wet fingers gushed in her own juices, she was burning in desire, she stroked his manhood with her mouth, her tongue swirling over his tip. The princess of power kneeled before the entire awe struck crowd, a cock sucking slut, fingering herself, stewing in her own juices, she seemed to be unable to control herself. Was this the real Supergirl ? Was she just another whore in a sleek costume ? How could she have allowed herself to be captured and humiliated so ?

These thoughts buzzed through her head as well, yet she couldn't stop herself. She was insatiable. Her body betrayed her, she was a superslut.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm.mmmmmmmmmmmmfffgggggg" She sucked his cock, fingering herself, her hips grinding on her own hand as she pulled him in and out of her lips. Bennington stiffened, he had never felt such pleasure before, a super blow job. His fingers ran through her silky hair, she was eating him whole, he could barely control his own rushes.

"This isn't your first time sucking cock is it superwhore." He grimaced as she didn't bother to answer, she took control of his cock, he looked down at the hungry red and blue superheroine on her knees, she was filled with passion. He felt her free hand wrap around him, she grabbed his ass, pulling him in deeper, he felt as if he were being eaten alive.

"Who's your master ?"

"mmmm..you..master..mmmggggggg" She submitted to him, she was his, any command he ordered she would perform. She was truly a slut at heart, she wanted to be ordered to serve him, she wanted to be his sex toy. She wanted him to fuck her, here in front of everyone. She dreamed of her in her Supergirl costume being bent over in front of the crowd and he would slide his massive hot cock into her from behind. She would be his in any way he ordered. She would obey him, serve his cock in any manner in which he commanded her. Oh how the mighty superheroine had fallen, she would even allow his men to have her if master had ordered her to, she was nothing more than meat for there pleasures. She wanted this feeling to last forever.

"and you are my slave...my sexy slut."

"yes...yesssss....mmmooohhh..." Her thighs were a mess now.

"Mmmmmmmnnnnngggggg...mmgmgmgmmmmmnnnn " She sucked his cock, it was overwhelming, her fingers stoked her slick clits, faster and faster as his hard cock filled her mouth, the swirling thoughts clouded her mind as her tongue danced over his tip and around him....

"Mmmmmfffhhhhh...mmmmmoooOOOHHHHHHHHH....." Her warm sticky juices stained her silk panties to a deep red hue, she was stoking her entire mound now, jiggling it then back to fingering.

"Yesss....yess...." Bennington stiffened.

'Oh God....what have I done ?' Supergirl seemed to suddenly be aware of everything, she looked up horrified at the man who's cock was raping her mouth, she looked at the horrified bound models and the awe struck crowd. She was petrified. Bennington suddenly withdrew his cock from her mouth and a wave of white cum erupted from him covering her fine silk costume.

"Ohh !!" Supergirl cried as suddenly the stick white liquid stained her, she felt cheap and dirty, a cover of shame swept over her. Tears flowed from her eyes as the man's seed squirted all over her, she could hear the henchmen laughing at her humiliation, the crowd gasping, they had never seen a superheroine treated so.

Supergirl was so frustrated, she could only stare aghast at the clouds on her satin tits.

"Mmmm...that was a very good blow job, Supermouth." He smiled satisfied zipping his pants. "Let's see yours."

Supergirl looked at him in a rage, she wanted to kill him. But again she noticed Tammi behind him.

"Come on, let's see it." He said again smugly, and she realized suddenly what he wanted.

He meant for her to raise her skirt, and show him how wet she was. He wanted confirmation that she had cummed. He wanted to know that she was weak, that her powers were gone. Supergirl's lip trembled, her hands went down to the ends of her short skirt, she tried to hold back her emotions as she slowly lifted the skirt. The crowd looked on curiously, all eyes watching her. She lifted the skirt, underneath her red satin panties were stained in deep red from her juices. The crowd gasped, the henchmen giggled wickedly.

"Put it up !!" Bennington shouted and suddenly the image of the defeated and stained heroine was up on the large screen above them. Supergirl, kneeling, lifting her skirt, showing her humiliation for all the spectators to see. She turned her head and closed her eyes tight in shame.

"I'm not satisfied." Bennington said through his clenched teeth.

Suddenly Supergirl felt him grab her from behind, he wrestled her wrist behind her back, pulling them together.

"Let go of me...nnnggg" She tried to fight him but her superstrengh was in fact gone.

"You're still strong Supergirl, lets see how weak you can become." He pinned her hands behind her and then looked into the race queens.

"You, you'll do." He picked out the big titted swimsuit model that had stolen Takomi away from her. His henchmen grabbed the bound blonde girl and brought her forward.

"You look like you've done this before." He smiled as the big titted girl watch the henchmen take hold of supergirl's booted ankles.

"Aiiiii..let me go you fiends." Supergirl tried to struggle but the men were too strong for her. Two of the henchmen grabbed her ankles, pushing her legs up and then pulled her knees apart.

"NNNOOOOOOO!!!!!!" She shouted helpless as she was wide open and inviting. A third henchman pushed the blonde model forward, his gun at her back.

"NO, you cant do this to me.......no this isn't right.....please NO." Supergirl struggled hard, she couldn't believe this was happening. The big titted blonde was forced down on her knees between Supergirl's spread legs, her small swim suit stretched hard between her clit and her massive breast.. She looked at her captives, scared.

"Please, don't.....I'm Supergirl.....you can't do this....GASP !!!!" Supergirl felt the girl's mouth down on her, she could feel her pulling her flimsy panties to the side with her teeth like an animal.

'Oh Gawd, NO !!!!' He body tensed up as the blonde's tongue tasted the superheroine. Supergirl squirmed, her body hot and screaming in passion. She could feel the girl circling her lips, her smooth sides being stroked slowly, the girl lapped at her virgina. She planted her full mouth on her that made Supergirl gasp and tighten. She twirled her tongue inside the power princess. Bennington was thoroughly enjoying watching the helpless hero, his henchmen held her legs tight, Supergirl was theirs.

"No...stop...stop..." She was out of breath, her chest heaving heavily. "this isn't fair...all of you, against me...."

Supergirl couldn't get away, the blonde was forcing her into a new orgasm, the slut was licking her unmercifully, she could feel the girl sucking her inner thighs and then kissing her way down to her clit where she licked her with smooth controlled strokes. Tiny bites on her helpless mound that made her shutter and then she planted her whole mouth on her again, she could feel her hot breath on her, sucking at her lips, lapping at the restrained superheroine.

Supergirl had no chance, she was going to cum.

She could feel the men holding her tight, she looked up. On the screen was her. Supergirl being raped by the villains, the blonde model lapping at her with a gun to her back, Supergirl being held down and open, the henchmen with a good grip on her red boots. Everyone was watching her gang rape, everyone watched as the heroine was being mauled.

"AAAIIIiiiiiiiiiiiiii....mmmmgffffffffff" She screamed but Bennington now clasped his hand over her mouth to gag her. She was so weak he only needed one hand to pin her wrist behind her.

This was it, with him gagging her, her wrist pinned behind her, her feet and legs pinned, she felt ultimately helpless, her venerable clit, the one source of her fleeting powers was being assaulted by this skillful slut. Her one weakness was exposed and exploited for all to see. She had never know defeat like this before, so complete. She couldn't help herself, she felt the rising inside her legs, she felt her body tense and sweat, her muscles tighten, the girl wouldn't stop, her fleshy tits brushing against her thighs, the site of her in her thong, head down beneath her superskirt, her hands bound behind her, forced to do there dirty work for them, her hot wet mouth lapping inside her, it was too much.......

"MMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFfffffffmmmmmmmnnnnnnnn" Supergirl cried as her tense body suddenly went limp.

"Haha, that's done her in." Bennington laughed watching Supergirl's frail body in front of him. The blonde slut looked up, her eyes still showing fear. The henchman behind her pulled her to her feet and pushed her back in with the others.

"Not so tough now are you Supergirl ?" he pushed the heroine aside and got to his feet.

Supergirl felt so mortified, she was so weak now. Her panties were so wet and stained, she felt them sticky on her body.

"You win....." Supergirl rolled over on her back to look at them, out of breath. "..now, please release her."

Bennington looked down at the heroine and then over at Tammi.

"You're going to love this." He smiled.

Supergirl heard giggling, and then laughter. She looked over to Tammi.

Tammi stood there, laughing. She jerked her arms suddenly and the cuffs holding her fell to the floor.

"What ???" Supergirl looked puzzled.

Tammi Chung smirked smartly, walking towards the fallen heroine.

"Surprised Supergirl ?" Tammi stood over her smiling with approval .

"Tammi ??? What's going on ??"

"Isn't it obvious, Athena ?" she called her by her real name. "we tricked you.....I knew you'd surrender when you saw your friend in peril." She laughed.

"Tammi...it was you, you're the inside person ?.....But we are friends....why ?"

"Friends, supergirl ?" Tammi's expression grew darker. "I'm a police officer, one of the city's finest ever to leave the academy...and yet they send me out looking for stolen buses! While you, they send you undercover." She kicked Supergirl over on her stomach.

"Ow..."

"That should have been my assignment, you fucking vigilante whore, you think you're better than the regular police ? All those cases you've taken while we get crossing duty."

"No...not better....just trying to help....Ohhhh.." Supergirl tried to get to her knees but Tammi pushed her back down with the heel of her boot.

"That's right, you're not better, because look at you know." Tammi rested her boot on the fallen heroine's curvaceous ass in triumph. "It wasn't them that beat you....it was me!"

Supergirl realized that to be true now. Tammi had tricked her, it was because of her that she allowed herself to be captured, it was because of her that she found herself masturbating until her powers were gone, it was because of her that she took the villain's cock. She had succeeded in not only defeating Supergirl, but possible destroying her.

"Tammi, NO...we're friends." Supergirl sobbed.

"And you almost ruined everything, you almost walked in on them in the dressing room, but luckily I intervened. Showing you the 'stolen buses'" she laughed. " Want to know who stole those buses ? I did."

"I was only too good to be true when they approached me with there plan, " Tammi bent down close to the heroine. "and do you know what I wanted from it all?"

Supergirl felt her close to her back, Tammi was a crocked cop who she thought was her friend, but know she would give her some payback. She gathered the last bit of strength inside of her and turned quickly on the girl.

"Hey !!!" Tammi was caught off guard and thrown backwards landing on her bottom with a 'THUD'.

Supergirl whirled to her feet but was dropped just as quick by a chop to her shoulders. The heroine fell looking at the assailant behind her.

"You Supergirl." Takomi said standing in front of his large body guards. "You were the clincher that Officer Chung need to be in on our plan.'

"Takomi ???"

"Yes Supergirl, I thought you would have figured it out by now." He pulled the handkerchief from his pocket and began wiping his hand. "You didn't think my nephew had the brains to pull off something like this did you ?"

"n-nephew ??"

"You Bitch !!" Tammi got to her feet and charged but was stopped by one of the bodyguards.

"Bennington Enterprises is a subsidiary of Takomi Motors." He paused for a moment looking at one of his bodyguards who had seized the reporter and her bag. "Although Takomi Motors has gone through a recession lately, the stock has dropped almost fifty percent and there is currently a government inquiry into my dealings. But with our latest venture and our, um....sideline interest.."

"Like selling sex slaves.." Supergirl grumbled rubbing her head.

"Yes." He pulled the film and camera from the bag.

"Hey those are mine, he told me I could have them." She pointed at Bennington.

"Have these destroyed, we don't want any evidence." He handed the bag to another of his men.

"No, he said...." The reporter started but was pushed back into the crowd of onlookers.

"And you Supergirl would make a fine addition to my private harem, but unfortunately I did promise officer Chung." He smiled at her one last time. "Let's start getting these girls loaded, we have a schedule to keep."

The henchmen began gagging the mmffing girls as Tammi approached Supergirl once more.

"Nice move, Supergirl. But you won't catch me sleeping again."

"Tammi, help me....I can get you pardoned...."

"Shut up, slut." Tammi straddled Supergirl's hips. "You don't deserve this costume, I'm the best there is." She grabbed Supergirl's top pulling it up.

"No..don't " Supergirl could only offer token resistance, her strength was gone, she was soo weak, so exhausted she couldn't fight back.

Tammi pulled at the satin blue top, supergirl's firm round breast bounced out from under as the henchmen stopped to admire them. Her nice round nipples and perfect frame were a treat. Tammi pulled the top over the screaming heroine's head, Bennington's cum on her front smeared over her face as the top was pulled from her. Supergirl fell backwards, her tits exposed to the smiling Tammi.

"Give me all of it, slut." Tammi next pulled her leg up and unzipped her boots.

"No, Tammi STOP ! Don't do this....please....." her bare feet slipped free of the boot, Tammi started on the other. Supergirl felt so helpless, she was so weak, she could barely lift her arms. Tammi pulled her feet free of the boots, she looked at them admiring the nice red leather then kicked her own off and zipped Supergirl's on.

"No...those are mine...." Supergirl watched as Tammi admired her own long legs in the boots, she then pulled off her own uniform top and slipped the familiar red and blue top of Supergirl's on. Tammi admired herself as the heroine lay sprawled on the floor.

"Let's have that skirt and belt now." Supergirl was limp as Tammi pulled the belt free from her. She turned Supergirl over.

Supergirl could feel her skirt being pulled down her legs, her panties and ass exposed now like her bare breast as the villainess stripped her.

"You can keep the panties, yuck!" Tammi laughed putting on the skirt.

"Look it's Supergirl !" One of the henchmen mocked as Tammi blushed and flirted with him.

"Why thank you citizen." She teased. " And look at this hot slut down on the floor, she needs some cooling off don't you think." Tammi took a nozzle from the henchman. It was one of the water hoses used in demonstrations. She aimed it at the flared superheroine stung out on the floor.

Supergirl lay there beaten and stripped. Her arms and legs spread eagle, her tits exposed, only her cum stained panties remained on her. She seemed so exhausted....then the cold water hit her.

"Aaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii....she screamed as SupergirlTammi sprayed her with the hose. She tried to block it with her hand but the rush of water covered her, she was drenched. Her hair stuck to her, her panties were now completely wet, her entire body was soaked as the villains laughed at her. She looked around, the race queens were all being led away, even the reporter was bound and gagged and being pushed by them. Arkoma waved a final good bye as he and Benny parted.

"AAAAAiiiiiiiiiiiii" Tammi sprayed her again, she was in a puddle of water.

"..cough....cough..." Supergirl lay shivering.

Tammi smiled circling her, she picked up a length of rope and headed for Supergirl. Tammie turned her on her stomach, pulling the wet heroine's hands behind her. Supergirl felt the cord loop her wrist she felt her bare ankles being bound by the henchmen. Tammi pulled the rope tight against the heroine, she looped her shoulders making sure Supergirl knew she was going to be roped tight. Tammi relished this, she looked at the naked heroine beneath her, she had stripped her proud uniform and now she was going to show the world Supergirl was nothing.

"And here's a little present to make sure you don't regain your powers before you're found." Tammi held in her hand a small vibrating cock.

"N-no...please..I've had enough...." Tammi ignored her and pulled her panties open, planting the cock just inside Supergirl's panties, the cock vibrated against her lips, Supergirl's panties holding it in.

"You like that slut ?" Tammi teased, she pushed the cock harder against Supergirl causing her to shutter.

"OOOOhhhhhhh...." ....'My poor pussy' Supergirl thought.

Tammie pushed the cock again and this time it entered the heroine with a 'SLOTHING' sound.

"OOOhhhhmmmmmnnnnggggggg...."

"Still wet huh sweets." Tammie smiled at the wide eyed heroine."Come on, lower the rope."

Supergirl tried to look behind her, her legs were lifted as a massive hook was placed between her ankles. Slowly she was raised until her entire body was suspended just below the large screen.

"There, there is your mighty Supergirl !" Tammi giggled. "Now wait until your precious Chief sees you now, I want everyone to know how I beat Supergirl. Tammi tossed her badge to the floor.

Supergirl hung suspended upside down, her hair matted to her, dripping wet in nothing but her panties that were soaked as well as the buzzing device echoed between her legs. Drops of water dripped from her plump wet tits, she squirmed unable to break free as the crowd below stared at the fallen hero. The villains had fled, she would eventually be rescued by the police......but how humiliating for her. How could she explain being hung up like a piece of meat, the symbol of the villain's conquest. Could she recover from this? Could she track the fiends down and save the race queens ?