Supergirl: Fractured Steel – Part II
By: Seraoni
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Two
hours later: The Girl of Steel began to revive. Her first instinct was to inspect
her chest, her sore muscles forcing her to groan in pain from the slightest
movement. She was relieved to find that all of her injuries had healed, almost
as if they had been part of some nightmare but alas the rents and blood stains
in her costume were all too real.
The
sexy blonde began to feel better as she sat up and wrapped her arms around her
knees. She needed a moment to collect her thoughts and process her ordeal but
the plume of smoke in the distance couldn’t be ignored. Supergirl stretched out
her body, trying to loosen up her stiff and burning muscles before taking
flight.
In
seconds she was over the small town, aghast at its destruction. Landing in its
center it took only one look at the enlarged, black veined bodies for The Maid
of Might to realize what had happened.
“Do
you like my handiwork Supergirl?”
Spinning
around The Girl of Steel, encountered a slender, fifteen year old girl dressed
in a pair of tight fitting red shorts and an equally snug Supergirl tee. The
crystal was of course situated between the girl’s modest breasts but it was
different, along with the floating dots it now had some black liquid at the
bottom. In further emulation, the girl’s blonde hair was cut in the same style
as Supergirl’s, even flowing to the same shoulder blade long length.
“What
do you think…can I pick them or can I pick them?” asked the girl, moving her
hands up and down her body as she spoke, before placing them on her hips and
spreading out her legs.
“Let
the girl go Unica!” demanded the lean, athletically toned heroine, closing the
distance between them.
“You
know, she really does think the world of you. Kind of ironic…isn’t it
Supergirl?”
“I
said let her go!” repeated The Maid of Might grabbing hold of the crystal.
“Oh
please help me Supergirl! Please hurry this horrible monster has taken hold of
me!” begged the girl, a helpless look spread across her face as her arms
flapped at her sides.
“Don’t
worry I’ll have you free in a second,” responded the prodigious blonde.
“Not!”
shouted the girl, unleashing her brutal attack, once again forcing Supergirl’s
veins to swell, while squeezing away at her innards.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
hollered the sexy heroine. “AAAAHHHHH…you know this…AAAAAAAAAHHHH…won’t
stop…AAAAAAAAHHHH…me!”
“No
but this might!” announced the girl, punching The Girl of Steel in the face and
sending her skidding down the road.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
That hurt! She’s stronger than before,
thought the athletic beauty, raising herself onto her hands and knees, while
glancing back to see if she could spot her opponent. She didn’t. Her opponent
found her, slamming her feet down against Supergirl’s lower back, after jumping
fifty feet into the air.
The
gravel beneath The Maid of Might cracked as her body was driven against
it.
Unica,
then grabbed the heroine’s silky blonde hair, lifting her off of the ground
before bashing her face with a solid knee. “Where’s your prideful arrogance now
Supergirl!” questioned the villainess as she deposited the moaning heroine onto
her knees. “You’re wondering how I’ve gotten stronger,” correctly presumed
Unica, relishing the groggy, confused expression upon the sexy girl’s hanging
face. “The more I kill the stronger I get...,” said the villainess, pointing at
the black liquid in the crystal; “…just wait till it’s full, then we’re really
going to have some fun.
The
ensuing uppercut sent blood streaming from Supergirl’s right nostril, lifting
her high enough into the air that she came crashing down upon a near by roof,
before bouncing down and landing, butt first, onto a parked van. The Maid of
Might’s tumble was complete when she exerted too much force in freeing her
tight ass from the metal, sending her flopping down onto the road. The
prostrate blonde’s head was ringing; however, she was far from finished, wiping
the blood from her nose with her right index fingers as she lifted herself to
her feet.
“It
must be humiliating getting your ass kicked by one of your little groupies?”
taunted the approaching Unica.
“You
still don’t get who you’re dealing with!” responded Supergirl before sprinting
forward and taking flight, grabbing the girl around the waist and ramming her
against a concrete wall. Supergirl was reluctant to push too hard and end up
hurting an innocent girl, this hesitation cost her as she was sent stumbling
back, her head snapping to the right from the blow.
“Ha…you
were saying Supe....” Unica never got to complete her sentence, a quick one two
combination from The Girl of Steel left her unconscious, before she even hit
the ground. Supergirl then straddled the supine girl, placing a knee on either
side of her, before yanking out the crystal. Satisfied with the girl’s vitals,
The Maid of Might cauterized her chest wound with a controlled blast of heat
vision.
The
sexy blonde was then in turn nearly knocked out as her face was struck by a
metal street post, bashing her against the building at the far end of the
street. Broken pieces of brick were scattered around The Girl of Steel, her
back leaning against the cracked wall, as her ass sat on the pavement. Her red
skirt lay on her lap, revealing the thin strip of blue costume between her
wildly parted legs. She could see the fuzzy figure of her assailant approaching
her through strands of blonde hair. Supergirl closed her eyes and lightly shook
her head to try and refocus her vision. The image of Crass dropping the bent,
metal pole and picking up the crystal nearly caused the young beauty to wet
herself.
Two Years Ago: Supergirl’s History With Crass
Supergirl
first encountered the 6’0, Swedish villain on her 17th birthday. The
Girl of Steel had been on Earth for a little under a year and was out trying to
put an end to a highly secretive criminal organization know as The Clan. She
had heard rumors about their leader’s phenomenal strength, but wasn’t
particularly concerned as she confronted Crass during her latest high-tech
theft.
Up
until this point in her career, Supergirl had never encountered any real
challenges; villain’s like Lexus were at this stage nothing more than an
annoyance. Considering this, the young blonde became complacent, spending most
of her time in front of the cameras and giving interviews. She loved showing
off and playing to the crowd, fascinated by the world’s fixation with her body.
On
Krypton she had been a top athlete but with everything coming so effortlessly
for her on Earth, she no longer bothered to train. Naturally she was still sexy
and slim but her abs were no longer toned and her muscles no longer tight. Worse
of all, she had no fighting ability, nor cared about developing her powers.
Crass,
on the other hand, was like she is today, in top form, her body tight and toned
and deadly with her fists. But Supergirl wasn’t worried, instead she took pride
in her better looks, smugly entering her stance and declaring; “So you’re the
mighty Crass! Well guess what, there’s a new sheriff in town.”
“Go
home little girl; you’re only going to get hurt!” replied Crass, turning away
to resume her crime.
Supergirl
couldn’t believe this woman’s arrogance. “You think that suit will protect
you!” snapped the young beauty, her super vision revealing the complex wiring
in Crass’ tight fitting, silver outfit, which should have covered every inch of
her body up to her neck, but for obvious, proportional reasons, she elected to
expose a little extra flesh. “In case you haven’t noticed I’m Supergirl!”
“No!
You’re way out of your league girl, go back to your photo shoots where you’ll
be safe,” responded the Scandinavian beauty, walking right up to The Girl of
Steel and staring into her light blue eyes as she mimicked her stance. “Go
ahead girl…make your move!”
Supergirl
did and wound up outside the complex, flat on her ass, in the rain, rubbing her
aching chin. The gorgeous beauty was enraged, running back into the facility to
avenge her humiliation. Five minutes later Crass was dragging her bleeding and
bruised body back out. The Maid of Might had gotten some shots in but just
simply wasn’t in the physical condition to compete with her foe. Her soft body
couldn’t take what her opponent was dishing out and when she did gain an
advantage was too busy sucking in air to capitalize.
To
this day Supergirl remembers how Crass held her in the air by her S logo, her
costume wedging up her ass and nether lips, as she cried from the pain.
Lightening lit up the night sky as the rain soaked her sweaty and swollen body.
She remembers how Crass broke her, forcing her to call her Master and beg for
her life. But above all she remembers that last punch, knocking her out to wake
up several hours later in a garbage dump. Too sore to move, Supergirl spent
that night weeping, soaking up the ranked filth as the rain drenched her body.
In
the morning, with her injuries healed, the crying beauty crawled out of the
putrid rot to spend the day in bed. It took days for her to lose the retched
stench and weeks for her to find the resolve to slip back into her costume.
Slowly she began to train, running and playing sports to regain her fitness. It
would take time and a lot of hard work for her to flatten and tone her abs but
she was determined to recapture her lean, fit body.
At
first, Supergirl avoided the high profiled crimes, terrified by the thought of
running into the Swedish villainess, but deep down she knew she would have to
face her again. Crass had broken her physically and for two weeks, when she
could barely stare at her costume, let alone slip into it, had very nearly
broken her mentally. Because of this, The Maid of Might chose not to confront the
villainess until she was ready, for the battle was also in the mind and it was
here that Crass held her greatest advantage.
To
the media, who was completely unaware of The Girl of Steel’s defeat, she was
still their champion. The sexy blonde did her best to keep up appearances,
pretending that nothing had happened, giving the occasional interview but she
flatly refused all requests to show of her new body. In the past she would have
gladly posed in a provocatively teasing stance or even in a bikini, after all
she knew she was hot and was proud of her figure but also because Kryptonian’s
as a race were very uninhibited, but she promised herself not to do so until
after dealing with Crass. She would play down the frenzy regarding her harder,
fitter body by simply saying; “Well, I like to take care of myself. You know
eat right…that sort of thing.”
During
her training sessions she would imagine the laughs Crass was getting reading
about how amazing she was and use it to push herself even harder. Supergirl’s
competitive spirit was driving her like never before and after six months she
was finally ready.
Supergirl
made a conscious decision to give the villainess free rein over the past six
months but that didn’t mean she wasn’t keeping tabs on her. By this time she
knew the woman’s profile and it wasn’t difficult for the prodigious girl to
figure out her next score.
“Your
criminal activities have come to an end Crass!” promised the young heroine,
trying to sound confident and hide her fear.
Upon
turning around the Swedish blonde answered; “Well look who it is. Didn’t I warn
you about interfering in my affairs, or have you forgotten what happened the
last time we met.
“I’m
not afraid of you!” asserted The Maid of Might, cautiously approaching her
taller foe.
“Ha…ha…what,
you think just because you’ve done a couple sit-ups you can go the distance
with me? You’re nothing but a poster girl, Supergirl. Go take your tight little
ass to the magazines before I lose my cool.”
“I
should thank you Crass; I had lost sight of who I was, but now I’m more than
ready to take you down.”
“Oh…
better watch it Supergirl; you’re beginning to turn me on.”
“Enough!”
snapped the irritated heroine. “We both know you’re not going to surrender, so
let’s just get this over with.”
“Ata
girl!” praised Crass, stepping towards the lean, athletic beauty.
The
resulting bout was both vicious and bloody. Supergirl, now that she was in
shape, was the stronger of the two, as well as the faster and more agile, while
Crass was technically the better fighter with the psychological edge.
Despite
a banging start, The Girl of Steel began to suffer a massive reversal as the
villainess’ taunts played with her mind, plaguing her with the demons of their
previous match. But this time, when the Swede went after Supergirl’s midsection
she didn’t encounter a soft belly; instead she found the girl’s flat, toned
abs. The Girl of Steel’s confidence began to grow and soon both females were
trading punches, drawing blood and utterly destroying the compound. The micro
chips that Crass had come to steal had long been destroyed but neither
combatant seamed to care about the damage, they were fighting for something far
more valuable.
As
the fight drew to a close both females were drenched in each others sweat and
stained with each others blood. They were both desperate for air, their breasts
jiggling as they breathed. Supergirl was unsuccessfully trying to tear Crass’
power suit, while receiving pounding blows to her face. Finally, The Girl of
Steel could take no more: a gush of blood erupted from her mouth and nose as
she was knocked down onto her ass, her right arm helping to support her weight.
Blood from her sweaty, hair covered face was dripping down onto her S. Her
skirt was raised and her legs were spread, revealing her barely covered vulva.
She tried to get up, refusing to quit, but each attempt plopped her back down
upon her ass. Don’t give up, she kept
telling herself, fighting the urge to look up at Crass, whom she was certain
was contemptuously standing over her. Tears filled the battered girl’s eyes as
she began to accept her loss. The realization was devastating, for she had
no excuses, she was in peak
physical condition and still she wasn’t good enough.
Or
was she: for as Supergirl prepared to beg for mercy she spotted Crass,
attempting to runaway. The villainess could barely walk, tripping on her own
feet every other step. Wiping the blood from her mouth with her already blood
stained left sleeve, The Maid of Might made one last attempt to stand, but
couldn’t.
Supergirl
may not have won, but as she lay naked in her tub, her costume floating beside
her, rinsing away the blood, she felt proud. She had regained her dignity. A
broad smile spread across her swollen and bruised face as she lifted her
costume from the water, stretching out the sides to allow a better view of her
S.
Crass,
however, did not simply disappear from Supergirl’s life; she would go up
against her a few months later and then again the following year. Although the
young heroine has never succeeded in apprehending Crass, she has come away the
victor in both of their latest encounters. But each fight has been brutal and
hard, pushing the fabulous blonde to her limits.
That’s
why the athletic beauty nearly urinated herself at the sight of this brutal
enemy taking possession of the crystal. Ever since that humiliating day, two
years ago, Supergirl never again allowed her fitness to drop, working hard to
maintain her firm, toned body. But, as a brilliant, 19 year old girl in Beijing
had come to realize, she still had barriers that she refused to cross. The Girl
of Steel was far too enamored with her sexy and lean physique to ever
contemplate reaching her full potential by gaining mass and developing her
muscles. This insight allowed the Chinese girl, Ziyi, who cared nothing about
her femininity, to use her strength enhancing machine in combination with her
rigorous training to transform her body into a fitter, leaner and ultimately
stronger one than even Supergirl’s. But for now the ass down Maid of Might had
Crass to contend with.
Nevada (Present time)
“So
this is what all the hubbub is all about!” stated the Swedish beauty, tossing
the crystal into the air before snatching it again with her hand.
“Put
it down Crass!” demanded The Maid of Might, using the cracked wall to help her
back onto her feet.
“Oh…I’ve
got a better idea, why don’t I just hand it straight to you and forget I ever
found it,” sarcastically responded the villainess, as the heroine approached.
“Trust
me, you don’t want anything to do with it,” assured the young blonde, her fists
already clenched.
“Why…
is it because it’s powerful and evil? Well here you go,” offered the silver
clad woman, extending out the crystal for The Maid of Might to take.
As
the young beauty reached with her right hand the villainess pulled back her
offering, and lashed out with her free left arm. Luckily, Supergirl had fully
anticipated the assault, ducking the fist and landing one of her own into her
foe’s right side. A quick follow up cracked against Crass’ jaw, tumbling her to
the ground and sending the crystal rolling across the street.
“No,
it’s because it will get you a beat down!” arrogantly stated The Girl of Steel,
confidently striding toward her prostrate opponent; failing to notice the
pebbles that the woman was grinding in her hand. The villainess waited until
the unsuspecting beauty was reaching down for her before releasing the dust.
Instantly, the athletic heroine stumbled back, her spine arching as she rubbed her
stinging eyes.
Not
one to miss an opportunity, Crass, went straight for Supergirl’s navel,
emptying out her lungs and doubling her over. A rising knee then bashed The
Maid of Might’s pretty face, raising it back up only to get slammed by the
woman’s fists, which simultaneously impacted against her temples. Supergirl’s
eyes rolled back and her knees bumped as her legs gave out. She would have
flopped to the floor had Crass’ hands not held her up by her hair. A brutal
head-butt bruised the overwhelmed girl’s forehead, continuing to rob her of her
bearings; leaving her limbs dangling like a puppet. The combination came to an
end with a massive uppercut to The Girl of Steel’s midsection.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!” cried out the young blonde as the blow drilled
into her lower abs, sticking out her ass as she was lifted off of her feet.
Crass
only let go of the heroine’s blonde hair after her fist had exerted all of its
force against the girl’s flat belly. Spit dripped out of Supergirl’s mouth as
she collapsed upon her hands and knees. She could see her severally reddened
lower abs through one of the tears in her costume and hoped that a gentle
touch, from her left hand, could help alleviate the pain.
“Huh…huh...” I can’t breath! Everything…;
“Huh…huh…,” is just happening too fast,
thought Supergirl. A startled gasp flowed from her lips and a slight tremble
ran through her body as she felt Crass’ hands take hold of her, just bellow her
armpits. The young blonde was then lifted so that the
back of her neck was firmly
pressing against the woman’s crotch. The Villainess took her time wrapping her
arms around Supergirl’s waist, taking pleasure in having the sexy heroine
between her legs. And then, Supergirl suddenly found herself upside down, her
hands, hair and cape brushing against the ground, with her skirt no longer
concealing her pussy and tight ass. Crass’ face was only inches away from
Supergirl’s fabled cunt and could smell the girl’s sweet nectar, as well as the
dried sweat on the narrow strip of costume, whose soft and thin fabric just
allowed one to make out the slight parting between the heroine’s nether
lips.
Supergirl’s
discomfort was clear but soon her humiliation turned to panic as her opponent
leaped into the air. The Maid of Might was soon fifty feet above the ground,
desperate to break her opponent’s hold on her waist before she came crashing
down upon her head. Her legs kicked out aimlessly, as she alternated, her hair
impeded, gaze between her struggling hands and the approaching pavement. But
her efforts proved to be in vain. Upon impact her body stiffened for a split
second and then suddenly loosened as her head drilled into the gravel.
Crass,
kept Supergirl’s limp body pressed against hers, subconsciously roaming her
hands along the girl’s fabulously toned abs, licking her lips as she stared at
the glorious wonder between the heroine’s widely parted legs, protected only by
a thin piece of blue fabric. The blonde Swede regained control of herself just
as her hands began wandering in opposite directions, threatening to explore
more lucrative assets. Why does she have
to be so fucking hot? thought Crass, nearly breaking the heroine’s neck as
she tossed her aside. Luckily, for the Girl of Steel, her head came popping out
of the gravel, before any serious damage could occur. However, the villainess
failed to take notice, distracted, not so much by her attraction to another
female, but by her lust for this particular girl, a girl whose very destruction
had consumed her every thought since their second encounter.