Supergirl - Plastic Prisoner of the Outlaw Sorority

by

Tom diCentauri

1965 May 04 (Tues):

Birdsong filled the air over Stanhope College as Linda Danvers walked to the college library. Spring had come and the sun's rays moderated the still cool air, making the day perfect for getting a text that she needed and taking it out on the quad to read it. She walked past a banner announcing the upcoming Supergirl Day dance, celebrating May 18^th as the sixth anniversary of Supergirl's arrival on Earth. Suddenly, though, she became aware of a faint staccato keening.

Slipping into a Zen-like state, she ignored all perceptions except that one and soon identified it - the sound of a woman shrieking in terror. Time slowed for her then, the shrieks became foghorn moans, and she heard the beats from the sound moving from her right ear, through her head, to her left ear. She turned her head until the sound stopped moving. The shrieks seemed to be coming from the direction of Murphy's Grove.

She stared hard and the landscape seemed to leap at her. Trees and part of a building became transparent for her in succession until she saw the source of the shrieks. Nancy Koupolovskiy was tied to a tree by a rope around her waist. Several other women, all wearing masks, were running from the scene. The source of Nancy's terror was a hornet's nest lying on the ground: it had fallen from the tree and broken open and now Nancy's struggles were attracting the attention of the enraged hornets.

Linda strode to the nearest building, looking through the building to map out her route. She began trotting down a hallway, turned down an empty corridor and broke into a run. Parts of her hands and clothing broke the sound barrier, making her emit a soft whrup, as she became a red-and-blue blur. Air pressure piling up in front of her blew the doors at the end of the corridor open and, already in flight, Supergirl soared out of the building and into the air.

Nancy stared in horror at the grayish football-shaped thing on the ground in front of her and at the black-and-yellow horde rising out of it. Suddenly she was enveloped in blackness and felt a soft, smooth fabric seeming to wrap itself about her. She heard a brief series of pops and the rope around her waist went away. Then strong arms embraced her, held her against someone (man or woman, she couldn't tell), and lifted her off the ground. A moment later her rescuer set back on the ground and removed the cloth that had enveloped her. She caught a flash of red and then found herself staring at a familiar blue minidress with its ess-on-a-shield emblem emblazoned across the owner's flattish chest.

"Supergirl!" she said. "Oh, thank you!"

"You're welcome," Supergirl said. She pressed the fuzzy patches at the upper corners of her cape against the equally fuzzy patches on the shoulders of her dress. "So why are you tied to a tree with a hornets' nest in it?" She heard a rustling and whispering in the bushes to her right.

"Um, I'm not supposed to say," Nancy said apologetically.

"I see," Supergirl said. "Tell me, then, do any of your friends understand what the terms 'superhearing' and 'x-ray vision' mean?"

Nancy looked startled by the question, but the women hiding behind the bushes stood up and walked out into the little clearing where Supergirl and Nancy stood. The leader of the group approached Supergirl.

"This is a private matter, Supergirl," she said.

"Not when someone's health is put at risk, it isn't," Supergirl said. She gazed at the woman and the woman's mask went transparent for her, revealing the woman to be Doris Saitherwitte.

Of medium height and build with large, well-shaped breasts, Doris Saitherwitte was something of an enigma. She wore her raven-black hair in a shoulder-length page-boy style and her grey eyes gave her an almost reptilian appearance. Linda had never heard anything bad about Doris and she seemed nice enough, but she hung out with some women of questionable morals. Those women were with her now, wearing masks as transparent to Supergirl as Doris's was.

"Well, Nancy's health is no longer at risk, so please just flutter yourself away," Doris said.

"Not so fast here, Doris," Supergirl said. She felt a faint flash of heat from Doris blushing. Embarrassed to be identified in spite of her mask, she guessed. "I see all the members of the Tsi-Pi-Delta sorority here." She pointed at a woman with auburn hair. "There's Sonya Baguehotte and there's Thayne Hawyer," she added, pointing to a tall woman who kept her chestnut-brown hair in a ponytail.

"Ok, ok," Doris said. "We're conducting official business of the sorority. So if you don't mind,...." She made little shooing motions at Supergirl.

"I trust this business is not a hazing," Supergirl said.

"It's not a hazing," Doris said with a sigh. "We didn't know about the hornets' nest. If we had, we would have used a different tree."

Nancy put a hand on Supergirl's shoulder. "Thanks again," she said. "You know, you're really not so bad for a square."

"Uh, thanks, I think," Supergirl said a little uncertainly. She took a step back, lest in her launch she kick Nancy or Doris, and levitated up and over the trees of Murphy's Grove. She saw the ground and the members of Tsi-Pi-Delta fall away from her and then tilt away as she fell over on her back in a gravity turn. As she rolled over into level flight she heard Doris mutter, "Someone needs to do something about her."

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Linda Danvers sat in her room in the Alpha Lambda sorority house. She was trying to apply Le Chatelier's principle to calculate the degree to which adding sodium sulphate to a solution of barium sulphate causes the barium sulphate to precipitate out of the solution. Trying and failing because she kept being distracted by the static from a distant thunderstorm. Then she looked up from her notebook and listened with intent. Thunderstorms never intruded upon her thoughts: she had learned long ago to tune them out. But she did hear the crackle that she associated with lightning, the electromagnetic snap emitted by the pulsed electric current in those gargantuan sparks.

Four short pulses, pause, one short pulse, pause, one short pulse, one long pulse, two short pulses, pause, one short pulse, two long pulses, one short pulse. Then the pattern repeated. Linda recognized it as the International Morse Code for "help". She couldn't locate the source of electromagnetic waves as she could locate the source of a sound, so she set aside her homework, turned out the light and left her room.

She looked ahead to make sure no one would see her. At Stanhope, she had discovered, there were still people up and about various tasks at one in the morning. She went into the sorority house's basement and lifted a manhole cover set into the middle of the floor. She levitated down into the shaft, silently closed the steel cover over her, and went down into the service tunnel. Seconds later Supergirl emerged from the chimney of the college's old steam plant.

She guessed at where the source was and flew in that direction. When she felt the signal's strength fading, she reversed course, playing an odd little game of Warmer/Colder in the sky over Stanhope. She was careful to keep her speed below the speed of sound, lest she create sonic boomlets that would disturb people below. Nonetheless, anyone who happened to see her, would see a figure jinking across the campus, making high-speed turns and impossible accelerations like some barely-subsonic beach ball bouncing off invisible walls in the sky. Soon she found herself flying toward an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the Town of Stanhope on the banks of the Tiggamac River.

She slanted downward toward the building as she stared at it. The building seemed to go transparent and to fill with light for her. She saw Nancy Koupolovskiy lying on a pile of rubble with a fallen beam across her right leg. She was crying, writhing in pain, and had blood coming from her leg under the beam. The other members of the Tsi-Pi-Delta sorority were also there, trying to move the beam or looking for tools that they could use to move it. Supergirl then saw the source of the distress call: Staszka Varunowitz had connected a wire to a large file and was scraping the file with the other wire in the circuit to generate the electromagnetic crackle.

Supergirl ran into the building and went to where Nancy lay. The other women gathered around, Doris holding what appeared to be an ornately carved piece of ivory in the shape of a thick oversized pencil.

"Is it broken?" Nancy said in a half sobbing voice.

Supergirl leaned forward to look through the beam. Suddenly she felt something touch her cheek and the Universe seemed to go away, leaving only Doris's voice saying, "Don't move!" Those words seemed to envelope her and hold her powerless. She stood as if turned to stone.

Keeping the blunt end of her wand pressed against Supergirl's cheek, Doris said, "Now, Supergirl, you are my slave. You will do only those things necessary to carry out my commands. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Doris," Supergirl said. "I will do only what you say and nothing else." She saw two of the women lift the beam off Nancy's leg and heard Nancy's sobs seque into delighted laughter.

"Oh...my...Gawd!" Nancy said, "it worked!"

"Yes, it did," Doris said. "Now, let's head for home before someone sees us."

So they left the old factory and returned to their sorority house. On the way Doris sent Supergirl to retrieve some personal items. When they got home the women went to their rooms to sleep, Doris taking Supergirl to the two-person room that she occupied alone.

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Late the next morning the members of Tsi-Pi-Delta gathered in their common room and waited. They had closed all of the curtains, lest any passerby catch a glimpse of the object of the day's business.

Soon Doris came into the room with Supergirl following her. "So is everything set for the party?" she asked.

The other women answered in the affirmative. "It's going to be so great!" Nancy, now a member of the sorority, enthused.

Doris turned to Supergirl, poked a finger into the emblem on her dress and said, "Tell everyone what this means."

"It means Slave-girl," Supergirl said. "It means that I am Doris Saitherwitte's obedient and compliant slave-girl, that I will obey her every command."

"Why?" Thayne Hawyer asked.

"May I answer, Mistress," Supergirl asked Doris.

"Yes, my slave, you may," Doris replied loftily.

"Mistress Thayne," Supergirl said, "Witch Doris is my kryptonite goddess. She has taken away my power and made me weak so that she can humiliate me for her pleasure and prevent me from interfering with her plans."

"Wow!" Staszka said. "It's like she doesn't have a mind of her own. Empty of all desire."

"Excuse me, Mistress Staszka," Supergirl said. "But that is not strictly correct. I still have a mind and it is filled with desire. What I desire," she bowed her head and corrected herself, "what I hope is that Witch Doris will make a toy of me and play with me in ways that make me feel helpless and humiliated."

"Oh, this is so totally outasight!" Sonya enthused.

Supergirl stood passively, but she did still have a mind of her own, albeit a deeply suppressed one. And that suppressed mind could still use her special senses. It heard elevated heart rates and slight tremors in respiration. It saw, through magnifying vision, quivers on the women's arms reflecting the trembling of the muscles underneath. It knew that these women were now utterly terrified.

After showing off her control over Supergirl and getting some lunch, Doris took her prisoner back to her bedroom and closed the door. From a latched case she took the wand that she had used to enslave Supergirl and confronted the hapless Girl of Steel.

"Get undressed!" she commanded.

Starting with her boots, Supergirl took off her costume, folded it neatly, and laid it on the chair at the foot of one of the two beds in the room.

"Put on your shower cap!" Doris commanded.

From the bed where she had set it on her arrival in the sorority house, Supergirl picked up her Pert and Pretty™ Fairy Princess shower cap and put it on. It was made of soft, smooth transparent-white plastic that had little white and silver stars printed on it in a tiara pattern. The plastic had a faint silvery pearlescent sheen and the cap was made in the beret style with a white rubber band. Supergirl slipped it on over her soft blond hair and tucked a few stray wisps of hair under the rubber band.

"Get totally hot!" Doris commanded then. "I want to see your meat thermometer come all the way out!"

Supergirl felt a special warmth fill her body, felt quivery inside, the way she felt when she was with Dick Malvern. She felt pressure building up in her crotch and felt her clitoris growing and sliding forward in its sheath. She was trembling all over and breathing in quivery gasps.

"Now take a deep breath and puff out your belly so you look pregnant!" Doris said. She moved close to her victim and held the wand with its point aimed at the side of Supergirl's neck one inch below and one behind her left ear.

Supergirl bloated herself and then felt something touch the left side of her neck. She felt something explode inside her, felt just like the time she swallowed a stick of dynamite a fraction of a second before it detonated, and she heard a loud rubbery whump. Then the daze that had come over her in the factory was gone. Quickly she grabbed Doris's right wrist, intending to take the wand from her.

Doris laughed. She pushed Supergirl away, tossing her onto the bed on top of her raincoat. When Supergirl tried to get up Doris simply put her left hand on her chest and held her down.

"I've just turned you into an inflated plastic doll. You're as powerful as a beach ball. There's nothing you can do except obey me," Doris gloated. "Do you understand?"

Supergirl struggled a bit more, then reluctantly nodded.

Doris pulled her up off the bed. "Put on your raincoat!" she commanded.

Supergirl picked up the soft, skin-smooth transparent-blue plastic of her Stormette™ raincoat and slid her arms into the sleeves. She pulled up the pixie-style hood and smoothed the flaps under her chin so that the rubbery magnetic patches on them would engage and hold the hood in place. Then she closed the magnetic patches on the placket and stood up straight to await Doris's next command.

"Put your hands on the sides of your thighs!" Doris commanded. "Stand at attention!"

Supergirl complied.

"And now you weak, helpless, air-filled bimballoon!" Doris gloated. She touched her wand to the magnetic patch nearest Supergirl's feet and Supergirl heard a soft thoomp as she felt herself being lifted several inches. Now, she saw when Doris stood up, she stood nose to nose with her captress. She also noticed that she could not move except to twist her body around a bit and rub her belly and her buttocks against soft, smooth plastic.

"Perfect!" Doris said as she poked Supergirl in the chest and watched her rock to and fro. "Now you're my punching bag." As if to prove her point she gave Supergirl a punch that sent her tipping over backward almost to the floor.

The punch didn't hurt, though Supergirl felt the jolt of Doris's fist slamming into her plastic. She felt herself go over backward, then felt her raincoat pressing against her back and her buttocks, bouncing her smartly back upright as if she were eager to be punched again.

Doris put her wand back into its latched case and then accepted Supergirl's implicit invitation. For twenty long minutes the bedroom was filled with soft rubbery thumps as Doris played with her new toy.

After a time Doris stepped back and allowed her prisoner to bounce up and wobble to a stop. She looked Supergirl over with satisfaction plain on her face and then laid herself down on her bed to take a nap.

It was several hours later when Doris got up from her nap and left the room. The room grew dark as night fell and soon Supergirl heard sounds coming through the open door, sounds of women gathering for a party. She heard faint conversation and feminine laughter. Then the party seemed to quiet down.

"Help, Supergirl, help!" someone cried out. "Save me, Supergirl! Oh, please save me!"

Doris came into the room then, picked her up, and carried her horizontally and feet first down the hall to the common room. At the entrance to the common room she gave Supergirl a light toss to the center of the room.

"Save me, Supergirl!" the woman cried. "These evil women are doing bad things to me! Please help me!"

Supergirl hit the floor and bounced, tipping over forward as she did so. Not quite kissing the carpet, she bounced back up and tilted over backward. As she came upright, for a fraction of a second, she saw that the cries had come from Nancy Koupolovskiy who was pretending to be tied up on the sofa. She went over backward and her weighted base tipped her smartly forward again.

"Not so fast, Supergirl," Sonya said as she stepped in front of her and punched her. "You won't be saving Nancy this time!" She punched Supergirl several more times and then stepped aside.

"That's because Nancy doesn't need saving," Nancy said as she punched her. She laughed and then called out, "Softer than a down comforter! Bouncier than a rubber ball! Able to hit the floor from a single blow!"

"Look!" another woman called out. "In the Tsi-Pi House! It's a beach ball! It's a pool raft! No, it's blowup Supergirl!"

Doris took up the chant. "Yes, it's blowup Supergirl! Snoopy bimbo who used to have powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal men! Who can now reel from the blows of women's fists, stand helpless before her captors, and who, wearing only a plastic raincoat, now renews her never-ending commitment to bounce, hop, and wobble for the pleasure of her mistress! Ta da!"

Supergirl was almost glad that she had been turned into plastic: her real skin would have been blushing deep red from the humiliation she was feeling. And the humiliation continued. For more than an hour the women taunted her and took turns punching her. At one point she thought she saw a strangely familiar face among the guests, but she was being pummeled so vigorously she could not be sure of anything she saw.

As the women bopped and walloped her, she felt her body rub against the plastic of her raincoat and felt herself getting hot over it. Special warmth filled her body and she felt quivery inside. She felt the pressure in her crotch rise and her humiliation deepened.

"What are they going to do with her?" a woman asked.

"I'd turn her into an apron so that she could kiss my tits when I wear her," another woman said.

Eventually, though, the women tired of their sport. Someone put a record on the phonograph and the women began to dance. Staszka picked Supergirl up and set her in a corner where she could watch.

"Doesn't that seem kind of cruel?" one woman asked Thane.

Thane pointed to Supergirl's protruding clitoris, visible through the plastic of her raincoat and said, "She seems to be enjoying the experience."

Supergirl felt so deeply humiliated that she was sure that if she were in her flesh-and-blood superpowered form, the heat from her blush would start fires in the room. But as her embarrassment faded her awareness of her erect clitoris mutated the heat of shame into sexual heat.

She hadn't been standing there long when Doris came to her and pulled her out onto the floor again.

"C'mon!" Doris said. "You can't be a wallflower at your own party." She stood in front of Supergirl and danced the Twist. As she moved to the music she reached out and hit Supergirl to make her rock and roll to the music with her.

Supergirl lost all sense of time, but eventually the guests began to leave, then the music stopped and the party was over. Doris carried her back to her bedroom and set her in the space between the beds.

"I know what you're thinking," Doris said as she took Supergirl's head in her hands and patted her raincoat's hood. "You're thinking - hoping actually - that at least one of our guests will have an attack of conscience, inform the authorities, and have you rescued. That's a very disturbing thought, so let me help you rid yourself of it." She slid her hands forward to cup Supergirl's face in her palms. "I put a spell on the punch. Every single one of our guests forgot this party and everything they saw and heard at it as soon as they got to the street. The spell will fade away in a few days, but the memories will be permanently gone. There will be no rescue." She put her face close to Supergirl's and spoke each word lovingly, as if savoring the flavor of the word itself, "You are my plastic prisoner forever!"

She released Supergirl then and went to her walk-in closet. She came back out carrying her bathrobe and her shower cap. She tossed them onto her bed and undressed herself, stripping down to her panties and tossing her clothes onto the chair that Supergirl had put her costume on.

Next she put on her Pert and Pretty™ Naiad shower cap. It was the classic beret style cap made by attaching a gray-green rubber band to the rim of a disc of transparent-gray-green plastic on which a tiara pattern of goldfish had been printed. She stood before Supergirl and made a show of tucking her hair under the limp, skin-smooth plastic, posing like the models in the magazine ads.

Having thus played out her fashion modeling fantasy, she put on her bathrobe and left the room. Half an hour later she returned and opened the wand case on her dresser. She took out her wand and approached Supergirl with it.

"I'm sure you don't want to sleep standing up," she said. She knelt down and touched the blunt end of the wand to the valve stem near the hem of Supergirl's raincoat.

Supergirl felt herself drop several inches to the floor and felt her raincoat collapse around her to drape naturally over her body. She could move again, but she decided to wait for Doris's instructions: she just wasn't in a good position to defy the witch.

"Take off your raincoat and get into bed," Doris said as she got up and went to her dresser to put the wand away.

Supergirl took off her raincoat and draped it over the back of the chair on which she had laid her costume. She went to the bed on the opposite side of the room from the bed where Doris had taken her nap, pulled back the covers, and slid herself under them. As she straightened the covers over her she saw Doris turn out the light.

In the half light coming through the windows she saw Doris go to her bed and take off her bathrobe. Doris dropped the robe onto her bed, took off her panties, and dropped them onto the robe. Then, Supergirl saw to her horror, Doris, still wearing her shower cap, came to the bed she was in and started to get in with her.

"No, Doris, please don't!" Supergirl cried out, but no sound came to mask the sound of Doris's heavy breathing. Desperately Supergirl put her hands up to push Doris away.

"Do you need to be tied up, my dear?" Doris asked sweetly. "I'll be happy to oblige you...and then tomorrow I can show you how I punish a blowup slave for disobedience."

Reluctantly Supergirl put her hands down. Doris got under the covers with her and pulled her close. Supergirl felt Doris's breath warm and moist on her face.

"You are so very pretty," Doris said, "and you are so sweet to wear your Fairy Princess shower cap for me. That just gets me so hot!" She kissed Supergirl and her breathing became heavier and more tremulous. "I had to put extra protection inside my panties before the party because my pussy has been slobbering over you all day," she said. "And now we're going to give my pussy what it wants."

Doris mounted her then. Supergirl felt Doris's ample breasts rub soft and hot across her own A-cup mounds, stimulating their prominent aureoles and nipples. She felt Doris's belly firmly pressing Doris's body heat into her belly and felt Doris's shower cap, warm with Doris's body heat, kissing her cheek. Doris's breathing sounded more like sobbing now, each quavery exhalation ending in a little love grunt. Supergirl felt warm and quivery inside and she felt the pressure in her crotch rising, seemingly without limit.

"And now, at last, Supergirl," Doris gloated, "you're mine...my helpless blowup love slave...to have and to hold...forever. You are my soft...warm...plastic...sex...prisoner."

She pushed her right thigh between Supergirl's legs. Supergirl felt Doris's flesh press hot and rubbery against her labia and clitoris and felt an urge to push Doris with her hips.

"Oh, you have such big fat groin lips," Doris moaned. "They're so soft and smooth! Kiss my thigh with them and I'll kiss your thigh with mine." She began moving her hips then, sliding her clitoris against Supergirl's plastic and rubbing Supergirl's clitoris with her thigh.

Supergirl was herself sobbing inside. She felt thoroughly humiliated, not so much by Doris dominating her as by the realization that she was coming aroused and wanted Doris to bring her to climax. The heat of humiliation only added to the sexual heat simmering within her. She grew hotter as Doris squeezed her, rubbed against her, and kissed her.

Suddenly she felt a tickling sensation in the tip of her clitoris and then she felt the pressure gushing out of her in hard spasms. Doris bucked and squirmed on her and she writhed in Doris's embrace. She heard Doris start to cry and she climaxed all the harder.

Then the tempest abated and the two women lay quietly together. Doris sniffled and whimpered and Supergirl put her left hand, which was still free, on Doris's back and caressed her. She felt a flash of heat from Doris's post-coital blush and then she went to sleep.

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When Doris finally decided to get out of bed the next morning, she beckoned to Supergirl to come with her. She picked up Supergirl's raincoat from her chair and she led Supergirl into her walk-in closet.

Supergirl saw that the closet was just about half the width of the bedroom and guessed that another just like it, serving the bedroom down the hall, ran parallel to it. On her right she saw dresses and coats on hangers dangling from a thick wooden bar. And at the end she saw what she at first took to be an oversized dress bag.

It was made of hazy-clear transparent-white plastic that had vertical black stripes printed on it. Its rectangular bottom rested on a rubber mat on the floor and it extended all the way up to the wooden bar. Supergirl noticed that half the bag's volume was already occupied by one of the life-sized Supergirl punching bags that were popular with girls as sparring partners in certain exercise regimens.

Doris reached up and pulled down the zipper that closed the bag. "Get in!" she said.

Supergirl complied, feeling the smooth plastic soft to her touch. She tried to stand, but had to bend down to do so. She saw then that her image on the punching bag had been modified: she looked pregnant. Her belly bulged to the size of a beach ball and she had her left hand resting on top of the bulge and her right hand under it. Apparently Doris thought her costume was a two piece garment: the image showed her skirt pushed down and her shirt riding up to expose her naked belly and its protruding navel.

"Now I have two Supergirl punching bags in my plastic prison," Doris gloated. She put Supergirl's raincoat into the bag and then pulled the zipper up and locked it in place with a click that told Supergirl that she was completely trapped. She left then and left the light on.

Supergirl knelt down to get comfortable and found herself leaning against and embracing her inflated effigy. After a time she looked around to see what she shared the closet with, but there was little to see. She saw that the prison bag hung next to Doris's raincoat, which was a long ballerina style coat, with a full skirt, capelet sleeves, and pixie-style hood, made of transparent-pink plastic on which thin, closely-spaced, opaque-pink stripes had been printed. She seemed to feel Doris's warmth emanating from it and she went into a reverie.

She recalled the sensations of rubbing against her own raincoat at the party and of Doris ravishing her in bed. She imagined that she had been caught playing with Doris's raincoat and that Doris was displaying her in the common room, still wearing it. She put her hand into her crotch and stroked herself as she imagined being made to lie on an air mattress on the floor and to watch as each of the sorority sisters undressed, then mounted her to hug her and to kiss her. She came to climax as she imagined Doris mounting her and then whispering in her ear, "I'm going to marry you and make you my hot, submissive plastic bride!"

With nothing else to do, she played with herself all day, stopping only to take a nap. It was late afternoon when Doris came to play with her again. She came into the closet carrying Supergirl's folded-up costume and set it on a shelf on the wall opposite the prison bag. Then she opened the prison bag and told Supergirl to come with her.

In her bedroom she positioned Supergirl in the space between the beds and gloated over her. She stood close to her prize and looked her over, ran her hands over her.

"I didn't get a chance to get a good look at you," she said. "I know, I know," she added as if fending off an expected objection, "it's never a good idea to buy a slave-girl without inspecting her first, but in your case the price was right. And, let's face it, the opportunity to make Supergirl my personal slave was one I was not going to pass up. Oh, yes," she sighed, "my plastic pushover, crossing me was your last mistake. From now on you are my toy. Now put these on!"

She pointed to her bed. Supergirl saw a transparent-black plastic raincoat with a Peter Pan collar. When she put it on she found that came down to her knees. Then she put on the maid's apron. It was made of soft, smooth, transparent-white plastic that had a Belle Lace pattern printed on it in white. Its skirt also came only to her knees and the yoke was a four-inch-wide plastic sash that came around her neck and connected with the top of the tie in a neat vee. Both the yoke and the skirt had a half-inch wide ruffle of the same plastic. Finally she put on the mob cap made of the same plastic as the apron, though she thought that she could see odd little sparkles flashing in it.

"...why she needs me to wear another shower cap," she heard a voice like hers grumbling. Then, "Oh."

"That's right, Supermaid," Doris said, "you can now talk to your mistress and tell her how much you want to submit to her every whim."

"Doris, please stop this and let me out of here," Supergirl said.

"Oh," Doris said as if it were an afterthought, "feel free to beg me for mercy at any time. I love it when the High and Mighty Supergirl grovels for me."

"Doris, this isn't a joke," Supergirl said more insistently, "Please change me back and let me go."

"Not a chance," Doris said. "My goodness, look at it from my point of view. You're the all-powerful, invincible Supergirl and now you're my helpless plastic prisoner. You're my property, no different from my shower cap." She was very close to Supergirl now, close enough that Supergirl felt her breath warm and moist on her face. Eyes half closed, voice a breathy whisper, Doris went on, "And now Supergirl," she spoke the name lovingly as if savoring its flavor in her mouth, "Supergirl your humiliation is only beginning."

She went to her desk and picked up what looked like a small suitcase. She set in on the desk and opened it to reveal it as a tape recorder. She plugged it in, threaded up a reel of magnetic tape, and beckoned to Supergirl.

"I want you to record something. Do you know how to use this?" she asked.

"Yes, I do," Supergirl said.

"Good," Doris said and handed her the microphone. "I want you to record a description of your humiliation party last night. I want all the good stuff and by good stuff I mean, of course, anything and everything that made you feel humiliated, embarrassed, and/or ashamed. Don't tell me what you want to say: tell me what I want to hear. And bear in mind that if this tape doesn't get me totally hot, you will be in big trouble. Got it?"

"Got it," Supergirl confirmed.

"Then get to it," Doris said. And then she left, closing the door behind her.

Supergirl thought for a long time, then turned on the tape recorder and started talking via the vocalizer. "My...my name is Supergirl and...and I am Doris Saitherwitte's helpless, powerless, inflated plastic prisoner, her pushover slave-girl. Because I had interfered in her sorority's business, Doris laid a trap for me and...."

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When Doris returned hours later, she found the tape rewound on the recorder, ready to be played, and Supergirl standing with her head bowed and her hands on the sides of her thighs.

"I've given you what you wanted," Supergirl said. "Now please let me go."

"How can I put this so that you will understand it," Doris mused as she began to undress herself. "Oh, I know." She turned to Supergirl. "NO!" she barked.

"Doris, the world needs me," Supergirl pleaded.

Doris sang a modified lyric from a song that had been popular some years earlier, "We got along withoutcha before you got here, gonna get along withoutcha now."

"Doris, please," Supergirl begged. "When are you going to stop this?"

Doris finished tucking her hair into her shower cap and went up to Supergirl. She backed Supergirl against a wall and, standing nose to nose with her, intoned, "I, Doris Marlene Saitherwitte, do hereby take you, Supergirl, to be my magically imprisoned slave; to own and to possess...."

"No, Doris, please," Supergirl begged as she began to cry.

"...to have and to hold; to use and to play with;...."

"Please, Doris, no," Supergirl wailed.

"...for richer or for poorer; in sickness and in health;...."

"Please, Doris, please," Supergirl sobbed.

"...for better of for worse; to be my toy until death us do part."

Crying, Supergirl simply kept repeating, "No, Doris," over and over again.

Doris slid her arms around Supergirl's back, took her in a hug, and kissed her. "I now pronounce us mistress and slave. Now do you understand what I mean when I say I'm never going to let you go?"

"Y...yes," Supergirl sobbed.

"Good," Doris said, "Now get undressed and let's go take a shower!"

Struggling to recompose herself, Supergirl took off the plastic maid costume that Doris had given her, except for the vocalizer. Then she followed Doris down the hall to the sorority's common bathroom.

Nancy was just getting up off the toilet when they came in. Supergirl confronted her and chided her.

"How could you be part of this?" she asked. "After what I did for you!"

"Well, now, you see, that's just square thinking," Nancy said with a sneer. "Look, I meant what I said when I said you're not bad for a square. But you're still a square. You're so hopelessly out of it that you're actually better off as a blowup doll." She pinched Supergirl's left nipple and walked out of the bathroom.

Doris closed the door. "You're just full of surprises, aren't you," she said. "I'll tell you the one I liked. I liked it when you called out my name while you were crying. That got me so hot! I want you to do it again when we're in bed, but instead of 'No, Doris' I want to hear 'Oh, Doris'. Think you can do that for me?"

Supergirl nodded. "Yes," she said with an air of defeat.

"Great!" Doris enthused. "Now, let's test our shower caps!"

She turned on the water in the shower and, when it had reached the temperature she wanted, she stepped into the bathtub. Looking at Supergirl, she held up her hand and crooked her finger. Afraid to disobey, Supergirl joined her mistress in the bathtub and watched in quivering humiliation as Doris closed the shower curtain.

At first Doris seemed to ignore her, rubbing the bar of soap between her hands and wiping the lather carefully on her face. She put her face into the stream of water from the shower head and rinsed the soap off. Then she turned and contemplated her special toy.

"And now, my soft, helpless pleasure prisoner!" she said. "Now you get to put your hands on my body. Lather me up, starting with my back!"

Supergirl picked up the soap, rubbed it between her hands, and began rubbing the lather onto Doris's back. Under Doris's direction, she progressed down her back, then along her arms and down her legs, leaving only her front, crotch, and the insides of her thighs not done.

"So," Doris said as Supergirl started on her task, "tell me about myself!"

"You're an evil, wicked witch!" Supergirl said.

Doris sighed. "I know that. Tell me something good. Tell me how I look. Tell me how much you love feeling me up."

"Well, uh," Supergirl said, "You are pretty. That page-boy cut frames your face perfectly. And you really do have a sweet smile."

"Unh huh," Doris commented. "And how about below my neck?"

Supergirl started soaping Doris's front, beginning just below her neck. "You have a nice body, well-muscled and feminine smooth."

"Can we get past the anatomy lesson," Doris said, "and get to the good parts?" She gasped as Supergirl began rubbing soap lather on her breasts.

Supergirl felt Doris's nipples harden as she slid her hands over them. She remembered how hot she had felt when Doris had laid them on her the previous night and she felt sexual heat beginning to warm her as she anticipated receiving similar treatment tonight.

"OK," she said in a quavery voice, "your breasts are totally hot. They're so nice and big and so well shaped. When you got on top of me last night and put them on me, I nearly reached climax then."

She rubbed lower, running her hands over Doris's belly.

"And I love this. The way it curves out just a little bit makes you look like you might be pregnant. And it felt so good on me last night." Her words were shaking as she spoke them, quaking with passion.

She ran her hands on the insides of Doris's thighs and Doris's heavy breathing became panting. She felt slickness in Doris's crotch that was not due to soap. And she felt Doris's clitoris poking out from under its fleshy hood.

"Oh, Doris," Supergirl said, half sobbing," when you slid your clitoris on my leg I felt that I could just explode and... and I did."

Doris gently pushed her hands away from her crotch. "Enough for now. Let's save this for later."

Supergirl stood up and allowed the shower to rinse the soap from her. As passion's flow ebbed she was left with the heat of embarrassment at the display she had just made of herself.

"So," Doris said with a still-quavery voice, "you see? Being my plastic prisoner isn't going to be so bad, now is it?"

Supergirl bowed her head in shame and shook it in answer to Doris's question. She stood and submitted to Doris taking her in an embrace and kissing her.

After getting out of the shower and drying each other, they went back to Doris's bedroom. There Doris listened to the tape recording that she had made.

"I would say that was a cee-level effort," Doris said when the tape had finished playing. "But don't worry. I'll get you up to an ay-plus in submission soon enough." She took off her bathrobe and tossed it onto her bed. "Now, let's go to bed," she said as she turned out the light.

Supergirl got into bed and waited. She saw Doris approach the bed and began to feel quivery. Doris stood over the bed for a long moment.

"I get so hot over you," Doris said. "I can't stop. It's so wonderful. All I have to do is say to myself 'Supergirl is my plastic prisoner' and my pussy starts drooling immediately."

Doris got into bed then. She slid over close to Supergirl and gazed lovingly at her in the half light. She put her right hand on Supergirl's belly and put her face close to Supergirl's.

"Oh, Supergirl!" she moaned in a quavery voice. "I can't wait to get you pregnant."

"What!?" Supergirl said. "What do you mean? You're a woman. You can't...!"

"Oh, yes I can," Doris said, breathing heavily. "I have to wait until summer break, but I can make my clitoris grow big and upright, like a man's penis. So one night next month you're going to wear a raincoat to bed. Maybe yours. Maybe mine. Then I'll get on top of you and stick my giant clitoris into your vagina. And then when I squirt my love juice into you, you will become pregnant with a copy of the raincoat. And every time I squirt more love juice into you it will get a little bigger and you'll get a little fatter." She mounted Supergirl and began rubbing her clitoris on Supergirl's thigh. "And I'll get super-hot every time I think 'I knocked up Supergirl!'"

"No, Doris, please," Supergirl pleaded and then she began to cry. "Oh, Doris," she sobbed over and over.

Doris simply climaxed on her and the turbulence of her convulsions brought Supergirl to climax as well.

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This time when Doris put her into the prison bag she turned the closet light out. Supergirl sat in darkness and played with herself.

She imagined that she had been caught playing with Doris's raincoat and that Doris had sentenced her to be made pregnant with a copy of it. She felt Doris's plastic on her skin as she watched Doris arouse herself, as she watched Doris's clitoris elongate and enlarge to the size of a man's penis. She felt herself tremble as she watched Doris mount her and penetrate her with her giant organ. She felt Doris hug her and rub against her as she pumped the organ in and out of her vagina and she climaxed when she felt something hot blossom inside her as Doris jerked and twisted on top of her, bouncing her on the bed. She came to a second climax when she imagined herself, with bulging belly and still wearing Doris's raincoat, standing before an altar being married to Doris, shyly and demurely saying, "I do".

What must have been several hours passed and then she heard a door open in the distance. Then she heard another door open, and then another closer to her. She heard Doris's bedroom door open and then the closet door opened and the light came on. Supergirl looked up and saw someone come into the closet. The plastic of the prison bag made distant objects hazy, so all she could make out was that the woman had raven-black hair, like Doris's, but the style seemed wrong. Then the woman came close enough for the hazing effect to go away and Supergirl saw a familiar face, one whose pale-blue eyes gazed on her with an almost reptilian coldness, like a crocodile contemplating its prey. She didn't know whether to be glad or to be terrified; the woman was Karen Blair, an acquaintance and nemesis from Midvale.

She saw Karen was wearing, on a cord around her neck, a copy of her ess-on-a-shield emblem rendered in a silvery-gray metal that emitted a bright green glow. Quickly Karen freed her from the prison bag and led her into Doris's bedroom.

"Can you change yourself back to normal?" Karen asked.

Supergirl looked at the dresser and pointed to the wand case. Karen opened the case and handed the wand to Supergirl. Supergirl started to put the blunt end of the wand to her valve stem, but paused and pointed to Karen's pendant.

"Oh, sorry," Karen said. She took the pendant off and put it into a gray pouch hanging from her belt. "OK," she said.

Supergirl touched the wand to her valve stem and felt a jolt. She trembled as she felt a door into some spooky realm swing open and a torrent of power gush into her through it. All of her senses sharpened and more. She looked around and located all eight members of the Tsi-Pi-Delta sorority in their classes.

"Woe!" Karen said. "You just went kinda blurry there for a second. Are you normal now?"

"I think so," Supergirl said. "I seem to have my powers back. Try to pick me up."

Karen grabbed her arm and then let go. "Yeah, you're solid again."

"Good," Supergirl said. She went into the closet, dressed herself in her costume, and came back out carrying her raincoat and Doris's.

"C'mon, hurry up and let's get out of here," Karen said.

Supergirl shook her head. "I don't know how you got past Doris's security system, but I think we're safer staying here until we can capture Witchie-Poo and compel her to describe it to us."

"Or I could just bring out my good-luck charm and drag your sorry ass out of here."

"I beg your pardon," Supergirl said, and then, "Wait a minute. Do you mean that your kryptonite defeated Doris's magic?"

Karen nodded. "Seems to stand to reason. Doris's magic defeated your superpowers, so it must have some kind of resonance with them. I would guess that resonance makes her magic as vulnerable to the Big-K as you are."

"Is that how you knew I was here?" Supergirl asked.

"Yeah. When I got home from that party I took out my lucky charm and suddenly I started hallucinating. At least, that's what I thought it was at first. Then I saw that it was memories coming back to me. I remembered everything, even all the things that Doris told us about her magic. So I waited for a time when all the Tsi-Pi's would be in class and came over here with my lucky charm. Now, c'mon, let's get out of here before any of the weird sisters get back."

"No," Supergirl said. "I still need to capture Doris and neutralize her as a threat to us."

"That means we have to capture the whole sorority," Karen said.

"Yes, it does," Supergirl said, hefting the wand.

A wicked grin spread across Karen's face. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Probably not," Supergirl said, "but try me."

"We have eight women to deal with," Karen said. "That gives us eight soft, helpless, squirming punching bags, four for you and four for me."

Supergirl shook her head. "Nope, that's not what I'm thinking. I want to capture all the Tsi-Pi's, find out how to work that amnesia spell on them, and then take away all the magic. When we leave here there will be only eight perfectly normal women living here."

Karen heaved a truly massive sigh. "Is there some clause in your superhero contract," she asked, "that obliges you to be no fun at all?"

"Yes, there is," Supergirl said. "It comes right after the one that says we can't take nasty revenge on people who beat us up."

Karen merely rolled her eyes and let out a sigh of resignation.

They captured the sorority sisters one by one as they came home between classes or for the day. Supergirl stood by the door where they couldn't see her, Karen standing behind her with her hand on the gray pouch on her belt. As each woman came into the house Supergirl touched her with the wand and enslaved her as Doris had enslaved her. Doris came last and at first they were not sure that had, in fact, enslaved her.

"This is her magic after all," Supergirl said. "She may have protected herself from just this kind of situation."

Karen came up with the test that they needed. Within Doris's hearing Supergirl negotiated with Karen a division of the sorority sisters as Karen had suggested earlier. Supergirl laid claim to Doris, Sonya, Thayne and Nancy and Karen accepted the rest. Then Supergirl gloated over what she was going to do to her prisoners. She stood close to Doris, idly running her hands over her.

"She'll make a nice punching bag," Karen commented.

"Not this one," Supergirl said. "No, I have other plans for this one. Did I tell you that if a plastic woman has sex with a man while she's wearing a plastic raincoat, she will become pregnant with a copy of the raincoat?"

"No," Karen said, "you didn't. Sounds interesting, though."

"Oh, indeed it is," Supergirl agreed, "and Slave Doris is going to be Supergirl's raincoat maker. Oh, I can't wait to make the change." To Doris she said, "Let's go, sweetheart. I want to make you the hottest slut at Stanhope."

She and Karen escorted Doris to Doris's bedroom. As they walked Supergirl kept up a running patter on how she would use the wand to make every member of every fraternity at Stanhope her eager and willing henchman in making Doris pregnant with a copy of her blue plastic raincoat. In Doris's bedroom Supergirl commanded her prisoner to undress and put on her shower cap. Then she turned her into a plastic doll.

Doris immediately fell to her knees, put up her hands in a gesture of prayer, and shook her head desperately.

"Amazing!" Karen said. "Bullies can be so tough when they think they are in control, but let them lose a fight and they collapse like a house of cards."

"It's like Reverend Gunderson says," Supergirl said. "Those who would be the cruelest masters, make the most abject slaves." To Doris she said sharply, "Get up!"

Doris quickly got to her feet, still pleading in gesture for mercy. Supergirl simply turned the wand around, reversed her transformation of Doris, and re-enslaved her. She commanded Doris to take off her shower cap and get dressed and then she and Karen realized the rest of their plan.

It took them the rest of the afternoon and all of the evening to interrogate the women, determine the power and limits of Doris's magic, and to erase all memories of that magic from the sorority house. Supergirl put into a large bag her own raincoat and shower cap as well as any items that might recall memories of magic, such as Doris's pregnant Supergirl punching bag and her prison bag, and a few other items to boot. Night had fallen when she and Karen walked out of the house.

"Come on," Supergirl said, "I'll walk you home."

Karen thanked her and fell into step beside her.

"I want to thank you again for saving me from that witch," Supergirl said. "You know, you'd make a pretty good superheroine yourself. What you did took real guts, not the phony courage that you get from being invulnerable. But you know, if you had been wrong, if you had taken just one little misstep, you could have ended up in Doris's closet with me. You took a whale of a risk. Why?"

Karen thought for a moment. "When I regained my memories of the party; when I saw what they had done to you, what they were doing with you; and when I understood what they were going to do to you, I just...." She began to grow agitated. "I just...." Suddenly she grabbed the top of Supergirl's minidress in both hands and shook the Maid of Might. "Dammit! You're my punching bag and I don't want anyone else playing with you!" Seeing the startled look on Supergirl's face, she seemed to come out of a trance, took her hands off Supergirl's dress, and watched the semi-animate fabric smooth itself out. She bowed her head. "Sorry," she muttered.

"No, it's ok," Supergirl said. "I understand...and...in a way I'm glad. I mean, I don't want to go back to your dungeon, but I'm glad you're looking out for me."

"Thanks," Karen said. "I'm glad I could help. My only regret is that I didn't take the opportunity to play with you. It...it looked like fun," she added wistfully.

"Yeah, the Tsi-Pi witches certainly enjoyed it," Supergirl said. Then after a pause she said, "Look, Karen, I know that we're never going to be friends, but you took a big risk for me and I'd really like to do something nice for you. And, uh...it...it really is kind of a shame that you didn't get to play with me...sorta."

Karen stared with wide-eyed, open-mouthed astonishment as she understood what Supergirl was hinting. And then suggesting.

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Late at night in the Alpha Lambda house Linda lay awake on her bed. Careful listening told her that no one else in the house was awake. She got up off the bed and turned on a small night light. Then she took off her pajamas and put on her shower cap.

She opened the lead-lined box that she had not yet hidden in its space within the wall of her closet and took from it four items. She took the collar, the one with the soft green glow emanating from its inner surface, and put it on. She put on the maid's apron, tying it in a neat bow behind her back and running her hands over the smooth plastic. She laid Doris's raincoat out on her bed, and then put Doris's punching bag on it at the foot of the bed.

Kneeling at the foot of the bed, she inflated the bag. She watched it fill with air, grow larger, and then rise to loom over her. She felt warm and quivery inside to see a pregnant version of herself looking down on her. She set the bag in front of the mat she had set on the floor for this session.

Ready, she put on Doris's raincoat. The limp plastic draped over her like water spilling over her shoulders and it swished and swirled when she moved. She felt the skin-smooth plastic grow warm and imagined that the warmth she felt was Doris's.

"No, Doris, please," she whimpered softly as she went into her reverie.

<The women of Tsi-Pi-Delta had somehow been freed from the amnesia spell and had recaptured her. Doris had turned her back into an inflated plastic doll and now she stood, wearing only her transparent-blue plastic raincoat and with her hands tied behind her back, in the sorority's common room facing Doris and the others.

<Doris, wearing her bathrobe and shower cap, sat in judgement and the other seven women, also in their bathrobes and shower caps, sat as a jury. She was being tried, she was told, for crimes against witchcraft.>

She pushed the apron into her crotch and began to rub her labia and the insides of her thighs, teasing her clitoris.

<With their verdict ready the woman took off their robes and put on their transparent plastic raincoats. She seemed to feel the heat from their bodies and especially from their ample breasts pressing outward against the skin-smooth plastic. They stood facing her and read the list of charges and the inevitable 'guilty' verdicts. She had just enough supervision left to see that as the verdicts were read the women's nipples were stiffening against the soft plastic. She could also see the women's clitorises extending from their sheaths. She felt humiliation at seeing these women take sexual pleasure from her downfall and then she felt the heat of her shame transmuted into her own sexual arousal.>

She was breathing heavily and uttering quavery little squeals. She felt the pressure in her crotch growing and her heart pounded. She was trembling all over. She rubbed the apron on her clitoris.

<Doris rubbed her hands on her breasts as she pronounced the sentence. She opened the front of her raincoat so that her prisoner could see more clearly the fate coming to meet her. As she sentenced Supergirl to pregnancy her clitoris grew and stood upright, like a man's penis. Supergirl fell to her knees and begged for mercy, but to no avail. The jurors untied her, took her raincoat off her, and put Doris's raincoat on her. Then they laid her down on an inflated air mattress and Doris loomed over her.>

She felt a tickle in the tip of her clitoris and then she shuddered with spasms as she climaxed. "Doris!" she repeated over and over in half sobbing whimpers. Then it was over and she knelt before her image and cried softly until she felt the heat of her post-coital blush warm the plastic on her skin.

She took off Doris's raincoat and then the apron, pausing to wipe her dampness off it. She pushed a soda straw into the punching bag's valve to set it to deflating and wiped her moisture off the mat on which she had been kneeling. She took off the collar and experienced the turbulence of her returning superpowers almost as a second climax. She put her toys back into the lead-lined box (though she had to apply a little supersuction to the straw to get the punching bag deflated in a reasonable elapse of time), put the collar on top of them, and added a little prayer in Kryptonese that the shadow of her soul go into the box too and wait for her to come and play with it again. Now she put the box into the space behind the secret panel in her closet wall, then put her pajamas on, got into bed, and went to sleep.

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Epilogue: Karen's Reward

She dropped the lead-lined envelope into the mailbox on her way to Karen's apartment. If anything went wrong, her cousin would know where to find her and would be fully aware of the dangers awaiting him as he came to her rescue. She had addressed it to Linda Danvers in care of Clark Kent and if she didn't retrieve it on Monday, he would open it and read her call for help. She hoped he wouldn't have to do that; she hoped she wouldn't have to explain to a man what she was about to do.

She was wearing a long-sleeved floral print dress over her costume, knee socks with tennis shoes, and a pair of cheap glasses with rather gaudy frames. She had a small suitcase with her and she walked, did not fly, to Karen's apartment. It wouldn't do to have the neighbors see Supergirl visiting Karen and contriving all manner of excuses to drop by for a visit. She knocked on the door and when Karen opened it she saw that Karen looked a little distracted. She saw that Karen was wearing a white cotton blouse, a black ankle-length full skirt, and a calf-length serving apron made of limp, smooth, transparent-light-brown plastic on which brightly colored zinnias had been printed. The apron was the Spring in Missinoia number from Pert and Pretty™'s Hausfrau collection of plastic aprons. Supergirl felt a delicious warmth blossom inside her when she recognized the pattern as identical to the pattern on her own full apron, which was hanging in her closet back in Midvale.

"Yes?" Karen said, "May I help you?"

"Yeah," Supergirl said in a totally unconvincing attempt at a Brooklyn accent, "I hear da lady o'da house is lookin' to get a new punchin' bag."

Karen gave her an a thoroughly bewildered look and then broke out laughing when she took off the glasses. She heard Karen's heart begin to beat faster and harder and heard her breathing deepen.

"Come in," Karen said and then she switched to her witch voice and added, "Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly."

"Thanks," Supergirl said as she stepped into Karen's apartment and looked around. Following Karen's lead, she went into the parlor and set her suitcase on the chair that Karen pointed out to her. She took off the dress and draped it over the chair's back and faced Karen as Supergirl.

"So," Karen said with a little quaver in her voice, "you're now my prisoner until sundown tomorrow."

"Or a little thereafter," Supergirl agreed.

Karen sat down on the sofa and patted a spot in invitation to Supergirl to sit down.

"Before we start," Karen said as Supergirl sat next to her, "there's something that I need to say to you." She paused as Supergirl waited for her to go on. "I did some really bad things to you and...and you've been really nice to me...in spite of it."

"I don't know," Supergirl said. "I'm not sure that threatening to kill you was what I would classify under the title 'nice things'."

"You did it to help me get my friends back," Karen said, "and it's no worse than me threatening to kill you. And now I'm sorry that I did it. If I had some kind of time machine, I would go back, hang my other self up on my gallows, and punch some sense into her."

"Well, go easy on her," Supergirl said. "Trust me. It hurts."

"I deserve it," Karen said. "Maybe it would make me feel as sorry as I should for what I did."

"You're sweet to say that," Supergirl said. "Now I must say something to you." She reached out her left hand to grab Karen's right wrist and pressed Karen's right hand against her heart. Then she put her own right hand on Karen's heart, looked Karen in the eyes, and said, "Na'Ashoa talikt'kuvai ho'k'Garenfratsu...." When she finished, she repeated the formula in English, "May the Gods apply the gifts that Karen has offered my soul to remove the shadow that she once cast upon it. May that shadow weaken and fade so that it can never again fill me with the memory of pain and raise the spirit of anger within me. May this be your wish and your will." She released Karen's hand and took her hand off Karen's heart.

"Thank you," Karen said softly. "Do you think that ritual could weaken and fade my other self? Get rid of it for me?"

Supergirl shook her head. "No. We learned long ago that it's not a good idea to try to kill off part of yourself. You have to learn to get along with your other self, reach some accommodation with her. Besides this weekend is for your other self's pleasure, right?"

"Yeah, right," Karen said. She was trembling when she said, "I can't wait to see you bounce for me."

Supergirl went to her suitcase, opened it, and took out her shower cap, her raincoat, and Doris's wand in its case. She left the maid's apron and the mob-cap vocalizer in the case. As Karen watched with increasing excitement, Supergirl took off all of her clothes and put on her Fairy Princess shower cap. Karen took the wand from its case and waited as Supergirl went into a reverie.

Her heart beat at a rate that would kill an Earthwoman. Her breath trembled. She felt a soft prickling in her nipples as they swelled and hardened. And she felt pressure in her crotch making her clitoris grow and slide out of its sheath. When she was fully aroused, she took a deep breath, puffed out her belly, and uttered a little moan.

Karen reacted quickly to the signal and pressed the pointed end of the wand to Supergirl's neck, a little below and a little behind her left ear. Supergirl went blurry and then snapped back into sharp focus as a firm rubbery whump shook the air in the parlor.

Next Supergirl put on her raincoat. She closed all the magnetic patches on the placket, pulled up the hood, and then stood with her hands pressed against her thighs. Karen bent down and touched the wand to the lowest magnetic patch and with a rubbery thoomp Supergirl and her raincoat became a roly-poly plastic punching bag. Karen stared at her as if not quite believing what she was seeing. She put the wand back into its case and then came and gave Supergirl an experimental jab. She watched Supergirl tip over backward and then rock briskly back upright and gave her a punch that sent her to the floor with a soft whap. She marveled at how soft and smooth Supergirl's plastic was, at how lightly Supergirl bounced off her fists, and at how eagerly she bounced back up to be punched again.

"Oh, you poor, stupid Kryptonian bimbo," Karen gloated as she broke into delighted laughter. She punched her toy again and again. "Did you really think that I would allow you to get away from me?"

Over four years of pent-up desire drove her, kept her energized. For the rest of the day and into the night, in fifteen-to-twenty-minute bouts separated by periods of rest, Karen played with Supergirl. Soft rubbery thumps were punctuated by Karen's grunts, her gloating over her helpless prisoner, or her narration of some fantasy that she envisioned as she punched her fists into Supergirl's soft plastic. In one fantasy she had lured Supergirl, stripped of her special powers, into a boxing arena and had beaten her and then humiliated her, forcing her to cry and beg for mercy in front of millions of viewers.

She seemed to feel the heat coming off Supergirl's plastic and felt it as sexual heat. More than half a dozen times she had to retire to her bathroom to take off her wet panties and put on fresh dry ones.

Then, after nightfall, she stopped and went through the door in the rear of the parlor. Somewhat less than an hour later she returned wearing only her bathrobe and her transparent-green plastic shower cap. She took the wand from its case and pressed the blunt end against the valve stem at the bottom of Supergirl's raincoat.

With a soft thoomp Supergirl turned back into an inflated plastic doll wearing a raincoat that draped limply on her body. She bowed her head and clasped her hands behind her back.

Karen put the wand back into its case and then gave Supergirl a shove toward the door at the rear of the parlor. Supergirl stumbled a little and Karen gave her another push, taking her into her bedroom. As she entered the room and saw Karen's large four-poster bed with two pillows in place she felt warm and quivery inside. She felt a tightness within her as if she were about to cry and she felt the heat of humiliation glow within her. The sound of the door closing behind her only made her feel more helpless.

She was trembling when Karen confronted her. Karen slipped off her bathrobe and stood naked in front of her, held both hands out, and beckoned her closer. Supergirl bowed her head in defeat and stepped into Karen's embrace. She felt Karen trembling too and felt her breath in her left ear.

"Oh, you're so sexy in plastic," Karen sighed. She ran her hands over Supergirl's back, stroking her raincoat. Then she released her prisoner and said, "It's time."

Supergirl took off her raincoat and draped it over the chair on her side of the bed. Then she slid herself under the covers and rolled over onto her back. She saw Karen go to turn out the light and then felt Karen get into bed with her. She waited, trembling and feeling warmth expand within her. She became aware of the pressure in her crotch and silently begged Karen to take her.

Karen rolled over to face Supergirl, slid her right hand over to touch her, then pulled her close.

"Now, at last," she gloated, "I have you right where I want you, my helpless plastic prisoner!"

She put her lips on Supergirl's then and intuitively Supergirl turned her head to avoid the kiss. Karen merely followed her motion, pressing her lips against Supergirl's all the harder and making little pouting motions to enhance the sensation. The air-filled Girl of Plastic was no match for her and soon yielded, submitting herself to being kissed passionately by a woman who had once beaten her up.

Sexual heat intensified within her as Karen mounted her, sliding up onto her and pushing her right thigh between her legs. She felt Karen's breasts slid soft and hot over hers and then press down on them, felt the body-warm plastic of Karen's shower cap kiss the left side of her face. She savored the sensation of Karen's belly pressing heat into hers with every quivering breath Karen took. She felt the pressure in her clitoris rise out of control when Karen pressed her thigh, hot and rubbery, against it. And the sensation of Karen's clitoris pressing hard into the plastic of her right thigh made her want to move, to rock and to roll under Karen to intensify the sensation. She desperately wanted Karen to overwhelm her, to envelope her, and when Karen put her arms around her and hugged her, she wanted even more. She craved nothing less than every calorie of Karen's heat on her body.

Then Karen began to move, thrusting her hips to and fro, sliding her clitoris up and down Supergirl's thigh and rubbing Supergirl's clitoris as well. Supergirl felt that Karen's thigh moving rhythmically on her was a kind of pump blowing her up through her clitoris, inflating her with hot passion. Then it exploded, sent waves of heat slamming into every part of her body, making her whole body shudder and quake. She bucked and writhed in Karen's grasp and grew all the hotter as she felt Karen convulsing on top of her.

It ended too soon. She felt the heat from Karen's post-coital blush and nearly climaxed again, then her sexual heat faded into a soft afterglow, a long-lasting warmth from the embers of consummated love.

Karen squeezed her and began to cry. She put her still trembling hands up onto Karen's back and tenderly caressed her. She kissed Karen's cheek and then nuzzled her until she cried herself to sleep.

The next morning, while Karen got dressed, putting on only a tee-shirt and shorts, Supergirl put on her raincoat, then went to the parlor and put on her vocalizer and maid's apron. As Karen prepared and ate her breakfast, Supergirl submissively waited on her. Then it was time for Supergirl to become a punching bag again. She took off the apron and stood next to the chair on which her suitcase, with the wand in its case, sat.

Karen took the wand from its case and bent down to make the transformation. She paused, then put the wand back into its case and knelt down before Supergirl.

"I can't do it," Karen said. "I just don't want to hit you any more."

"Why?" Supergirl asked. "This was your fantasy, something that you have dreamed of for years. And you certainly seemed to be having fun with me yesterday. What happened?"

"This is going to be so weird," Karen said, her voice quavering slightly.

Supergirl knelt down before her. "Weirder than a girl who can fly and look through walls?" she asked. "Or weirder than a woman who turns people into inflatable toys?"

Karen looked at her through teary eyes and nodded. Then she began to cry.

"One thing I've discovered," Supergirl said as she put a hand on Karen's shoulder, "is that weird can also be wonderful."

Karen recomposed herself and said, "It...it happed just after you escaped from my dungeon. I just couldn't stop thinking about you," she said haltingly. "I...I thought it was because I hated you and was afraid of you and at first it was, but then I began to fantasize about doing things...things that had me putting my hands...and...and other parts of my body on yours. I wasn't getting hot over fantasies of hurting you any more. I kept thinking up ways to make you weak and helpless so that I could push you into my bed and play with you."

"Like last night," Supergirl said.

Karen nodded. Her voice trembled as she said, "Last night was the hottest night of my life. That's when I knew...when I knew for sure that I am totally in love with you." She bowed her head and started crying again. "But," she sobbed, "what chance could I possibly have with you?"

"Actually a fairly good one," Supergirl said as she tenderly put her hands on Karen's shoulders, "When I was your prisoner before, you suggested that I loved you and was too shy to tell you."

"I was just being mean," Karen moaned.

"But you did come very close to the truth. In my society its not unusual for girls to fall in love with girls and boys to fall in love with boys. Sometimes a few of such couples get married. I don't think I would have married her, but I was falling in love with my friend, Nori Klev-Tuk." Her voice started to quaver a bit. "We exercised together and we used to play in the shower. We had decided to try going to bed together and only needed an opportunity when both of my parents would be gone. B...before we could find that opportunity the meteors struck and my parents sent me here. I cried all the way from Argo City."

"I...I'm sorry for you," Karen said.

"Thanks," Supergirl said. She looked at Karen and said, "You are so very beautiful. You actually look a little bit like Nori. When I first saw you at Middie I wanted so much to talk to you, to see if maybe...maybe.... But I was afraid of what you might say. Then I found out that you didn't like me at all and that just hurt so much. I didn't know what to do. But now that we've come together, I want to go further."

"So, you think that you could love me?" Karen asked.

Supergirl nodded. "I don't know if I can say I love you just yet," she cautioned. "Forgiveness doesn't come easily. It takes time and work to solidify it. But I want to work at it for you. I...I think that I would like to be in love with you. So I want us to play together some more and learn about each other."

"S..so, you really want to be a punching bag for me?"

"Yes, I do," Supergirl said, "but not in a way that causes pain. I want it for the humiliation. I want to feel weak and helpless, to feel that I am completely in your power and at your mercy."

"Why?" Karen asked. "Why would that get you hot?"

"You know, it's pretty special to be able to say 'I'm Supergirl'. And you were right. It carries the danger that I might get a little too full of myself and develop a goddess complex. But there's something else very special I can say that acts as an antidote and that also gets me really hot." She looked into Karen's eyes and said, "I am Karen Blair's punching bag. And saying that to your face is getting me hot right now."

"S...s...so," Karen stammered, "you actually like what I did to you yesterday?"

"Yes, I did," Supergirl said. "It doesn't hurt and it's really fun for me when someone I like does it. Yeah, yesterday was fun, but today I want something really special. I want to be your punching bag...in your bedroom. I want to be able to see your bed while you soften me up. I want to see where you're going to give me my ultimate humiliation. I want to be aware that I am going to be utterly helpless when you take your pleasure from me...in your bed...as your sex toy."

"Ok," Karen said. She stood up and retrieved the wand. Supergirl stood up, put her hands on her thighs, and once again submitted to becoming a bouncing balloon. After putting the wand back into its case, Karen bent her knees slightly, took Supergirl in an embrace, and picked her up. As she carried her from the parlor she felt her squirming inside her raincoat.

"What are you doing?" Karen asked.

"Rubbing my fanny and my belly against my raincoat," Supergirl replied. "It feels really good, which is something else I like about being a punching bag. You ought to try it. Take off your clothes and put on your raincoat."

"No, I don't think I want to do that," Karen said.

"Why not?" Supergirl asked. "It'll getcha hot."

"Yeah, probably," Karen said. "But I just don't want to bring my raincoat out."

"Why not? You know, there's no rule that you can only take out your raincoat when it's raining."

Karen sighed. "I know it's probably futile to try to hide anything from Miss X-Ray Eyes, but I put it away before you got here. You might recall that the last time we played together my raincoat, my apron, and my shower cap disappeared."

"Wait a minute," Supergirl said. "That was my shower cap. You gave it to me."

"Yeah, yeah," Karen said. "So you only took my raincoat and my apron. But why? What did you want them for?"

"Well, I sorta wear them when I play with myself."

"Oh, that must have lasted all of half a second," Karen said.

"No," Supergirl said, "I kept the collar. I have to wear it when I play with myself or I would tear up the house."

"So you wear my raincoat and my apron and that gets you hot?"

"Yes," Supergirl said. "I think it's partly because the plastic is so sensuous, so sexy by itself. But it gets me even hotter because it's your plastic, it somehow has your presence in it. It helps me to feel as if you are actually with me when I fantasize. It makes the humiliation feel more real and gets me hotter."

Karen set her down facing her bed. And then, once again, she set to bopping her special toy. In fifteen-to-twenty-minute sessions she made Supergirl bounce for her. She devoted one session to taking revenge on Supergirl for taking her raincoat and apron. Supergirl, for her part, begged for mercy.

It was early afternoon when Karen brought the wand into her bedroom to turn Supergirl back into a sex doll. But before she could work the magic, Supergirl asked her for a favor.

"Please, Karen, when you turn me back into your sex prisoner, please, take off all of your clothes and put on your raincoat."

"Why?" Karen asked.

"Because the last time you used your body to press your raincoat against me I started getting hot and I want to see how far I can go with it."

Karen didn't say anything but simply put the butt of the wand against the valve stem near the hem of Supergirl's raincoat. She put the wand back into its holder as Supergirl took off her raincoat and draped it over the back of Karen's chair. The two women looked at each other and, without taking her eyes off Supergirl, Karen took off her tee-shirt, her shorts, and her panties. Supergirl stood by the foot of Karen's bed and waited.

Karen went to her closet and took from its padded hanger her transparent-green Stormette™ Duster with its pixie-style hood. She turned and saw Supergirl hanging onto one of the bedposts as if trying to hold herself up.

"Oh, no, Karen," she said. "It has kryptonite in it. It's making me weak and helpless."

"What?" Karen said. "Nonsense. It would glow in the dark. And it would be so il...legal. Wait a minute, kryptonite doesn't affect you when you're plastic!"

"Yes, it does," Supergirl moaned. "Please, Karen, have mercy upon me."

With a wicked grin, Karen put the raincoat on and moved close to Supergirl. "Well, now, my pretty," she said in her wicked witch voice, "feeling a little vulnerable, are we?"

Supergirl put her hands on Karen's shoulders as if to support herself and pressed her lips against her left breast. She felt Karen's nipple swell and harden as she ran her lips over the warm plastic covering the breast. "Can't...fight...anymore," she gasped. "Unable...to...resist...your...evil...ways." She slid down Karen's body, running her hands over Karen's breasts, around her waist, and down over her buttocks. On her knees, Supergirl embraced Karen's thighs and used her lips to push the raincoat's plastic as deep into Karen's crotch as it would go. She heard Karen gasp.

Karen lifted Supergirl up and took off the raincoat, tossing it across the bed. Then she escorted Supergirl to her bedside. Supergirl turned as if to resist, but simply put her hands on Karen's biceps.

"Oh, you're so big and strong," she said.

"And you are so very pretty," Karen said. Then gently but firmly she pushed Supergirl into bed and slid herself under the covers with her.

She mounted Supergirl immediately. Coming down a little too hard, she bounced lightly on her inflated lover. She put her nose to Supergirl's.

"I never thought that I would ever hear myself say these words," she said in a panting voice. She gazed deep into big blue eyes and said, "I love you, Supergirl."

"Oh, Karen," Supergirl sighed. "Take me. I'm your hot submissive bride eager to give you pleasure." She put her arms around Karen and squeezed her.

Karen put her left cheek on Supergirl's and Supergirl felt Karen's hair fall soft and warm across her face. Karen began to move and Supergirl felt her thigh rub hot and firm against her clitoris as Karen's clitoris rubbed her thigh. Supergirl was trembling all over and moaning Karen's name over and over again. She felt all hot inside and felt the pressure in her clitoris rising with Karen's every stroke. She felt the pressure of Karen's breasts on hers shifting up and down as Karen moved and that sensation only added to her sexual heat. Soon, all to soon, she felt Karen shudder with deep spasms and she climaxed as well, writhing as if to press her body even more firmly to Karen's. Then it was over and Karen lay panting on top of her.

After a moment, just after giving Supergirl the heat of her post-coital blush, Karen began to cry. "I don't want to lose you," she sobbed.

"You won't. I love what you do to me," Supergirl said. "You make me feel so warm and well loved."

They lay together for a time, talking, tenderly touching each other, gently exploring each other. They took pleasure from being warm together.

Idly Supergirl reached up and pulled Karen's raincoat closer to her and stroked its plastic.

"This is nice," She said.

"So I'm going to lose another raincoat, am I?" Karen said.

"No," Supergirl said. "I only took your other one because you owed me something. You don't owe me anything now. But, I wonder.... May I put this on?"

"Sure," Karen said.

Supergirl pulled the raincoat under the covers and struggled into it. Karen slid under the covers to straighten the skirt for her and then came up just as she was putting up the hood.

"Oh, this feels so good," Supergirl said as she stroked and smoothed the plastic on her body. "Yes, this would be good. I would feel so weak if I were wearing this when you have your way with me."

"There's something to think about for next time," Karen said.

Supergirl agreed.

"So what's our song?" Karen asked.

"Oh, 'Rubber Ball', definitely," Supergirl replied and she sang a line, "'cause, like a rubber ball, I come bouncing back to you."

They giggled together over that. But all too soon the sky outside began to darken.

"It's getting late," Karen said.

"Yeah," Supergirl agreed. "I should be going."

"You know," Karen said, moving closer to Supergirl. "There's a part of me that wants to keep you here and make you my blowup love slave forever."

"And there's a part of me," Supergirl said, "that wants you to do just that."

They shared a kiss then and got out of bed. Supergirl took off Karen's raincoat and the vocalizer and used the wand to regain her normal flesh-and-blood form. She watched the world clarify, colors brighten, sound sharpen, textures deepen as her superpowers returned to her. She took off her shower cap, picked up her raincoat and the vocalizer, and went to the parlor to dress. After putting on her costume she packed her plastic and the wand back into the suitcase.

Karen, meanwhile, had put her tee-shirt and shorts back on. Now she came to Supergirl holding out the little gray pouch that she had worn on her belt.

"I want you to take this," she said to Supergirl, "and destroy it."

"That's your good-luck charm," Supergirl objected.

Karen shook her head. "I don't need it any more and it wouldn't be very lucky if I lost it."

Supergirl accepted the gift and put it into the suitcase. "I'll take it, but I won't destroy it," she said. "It's our good-luck charm now and I'm going to display it in my space in my cousin's Fortress of Solitude."

"Is that advisable?" Karen asked.

"Oh, sure," Supergirl said. "However, the display case will involve an impressive amount of leaded glass."

Supergirl put the floral print dress back on, put on the knee socks and tennis shoes, and put on the low-class glasses. She picked up the suitcase and walked to the door.

"Thank you for a great weekend," she said to Karen.

"You're welcome," Karen said. "It was fun."

"Yes, I enjoyed it too," Supergirl said. "I hope we can do it again...soon."

"I'd like that," Karen said. Then on impulse she embraced Supergirl and kissed her. "I love you, Supergirl!"

"I love you, Karen," Supergirl said. "And I want to be your special toy for a long time to come."

Then there was nothing more to say and Supergirl left.

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Inspired in part by "The Super-Initiation of Supergirl", Action Comics #359, Feb 1968. This is a kinda-sorta sequel to "Karen Blair's Special Supergirl Punching Bag".

If you want to get a rough idea of what Supergirl might look like in her blue plastic raincoat, go to www.montcler.com, click on Raincoats, and scroll about halfway down to the style called Steffi. The middle image (as of 2003 Sep 27) shows a pretty blonde modeling a blue raincoat similar to Supergirl's Stormette. I know these monitors don't emit a lot of infrared, but I could swear that I felt that woman's body heat coming off the plastic. - TdC.