The Trial of Supergirl.

Chapter 14: Unexpected Fates

Supergirl was taken away from the stage and led deep into the hidden corporate complex of tunnels. Armed guards led her past dozens of passer bys in long white lab coats who glanced quickly at the brightly dressed superheroine and quickly hurried on their way. The young model Angela, led the way, walking ahead of the two large brutes on either side of Supergirl.

“Put her in here!” she ordered them opening a plain white door at the end of the hallway.

As Supergirl steps inside she is shocked at the scene before her. Inside, the spacious room is surrounded on all sides by large green holographic screens that flickered then with a burst of color and crystal clear sharpness the room changed into a very recognizable site for her.

“This...this is the war room of the Justice League!” Supergirl said astonished at the sudden change.

“That’s right Supergirl.” Angela said slyly. “It was the request of Bruce Wayne to have you here. Strange I thought…but his money, he gets whatever he pays for.’

“You’re insane! What makes you think I’m going to go through with this?” Supergirl turned to face the girl and the two large bodyguards. “You may have me prisoner here but you don’t control me!”

“Its your choice Supergirl, but if you don’t cooperate, I don’t think we can guarantee the safety of your colleagues Wonderslut, Zatana and Powerbitch. Remember, as far as the world knows you’ve already murdered two of them….it would to dispose of them if you refuse!”

Supergirl’s heart dropped. How dare they use the captured superheroines as hostages to force her into this…and yet, she couldn’t take the chance. She had already seen them execute the amateur heroine right in front of everyone. Supergirl’s brow frowned in anger, her blood boiled with hatred and disgust at the snotty young girl who had the advantage over her.

“Hmmm…that look on your face says it all.” Angela laughed pulling the small device from her pocket. “But just in case you have forgotten, we’ve got you wired. So I’ll just make sure the only powers you still have is that super-libido of yours.” The girl flipped a few switches on the dial then turned to leave with the twin thug, just before exiting she looked back. “I don’t know why Wayne would even bother with one of your kind, but if his taste ever changes from burgers to prime rib…..I’ll be just a call away.”

Supergirl thought it something strange to say but then looked behind her and saw the dark haired billionaire seated in one of the cushioned chairs.

“Hello Supergirl.” He said casually taking a sip from a scotch glass in his hand.

“Mister Wayne.” Supergirl said firmly, walking over to him as her high heels echoed inside the room. “I am surprised that someone like you is involved in something like this! Your reputation and image to the world is one of charity and community involvement, of upstanding involvement in fighting against crime and corruption around the world…”

“My reputation,” he interrupted her. “is one created by my publicist. It gives Wayne Enterprises a soft and warming feel to the world….but you’ve heard of my other reputation as well yes? Just this year I’ve had to endure the scandal with the Princess in Bali …and the other scandal with, um the other Princess in Morocco? Sisters are so different, but equally enjoyable. I guess I just have a weakness for beautiful and exciting women.”

Supergirl stood in front of him now realizing the rumors of him being a flighty, spoiled playboy were apparently true. Even with his smoldering eyes and brash handsome face something about him disturbed her. It was her instinct that hidden inside him there was something frightening like so many villains she had faced before. Was his humanitarian image just an act?

“Super-girl, you’re much younger than I thought.” He said looking her up and down form his chair, “I can’t imagine a small girl like you lifting trains into the air.”

Supergirl stood in front of him as she watched him staring intensely at her body in uncomfortable silence.

“And you’re much older than I though.” She lied. Honestly he was older than her but not fatherly age, more of an older established man like the ones that would keep young girls in a lavish lifestyle and provide for her every need until he moved on to the next city or the next naïve young model. She formed this opinion of him and now disliked him even more. She watched as he seemed to be taking in the sight of her, thinking or plotting back through thoughts he had of her before.

He looked at her like he had seen her several times before but never approached this moment. Her skirt felt shorter than ever and he seemed to see right through her satin costume to what was beneath. Unconsciously she crossed her arms, waiting for his next move.

“Dance for me.” He ordered her.

“Dance? What do you mean?” Supergirl asked taken aback by his request.

“Like the girls in the clubs, in the private rooms. I know you’ve seen them before.” He flipped a switch and music began playing inside the room. “Slow and sensuously, here in the Champagne room of the Justice League, make me want you, show me how sexy you are.”

Supergirl’s heart raced, her eyes moved around the room checking that it was empty, she could never escape the thought of what she was about to do being looked on by other eyes. She looked back at him, waiting expectantly. A blush of red tingled in her cheeks as she resolved herself to comply with his wish. She felt ridiculous at first rocking her hips slowly with the rhythm of the music, her body moving fluidly from side to side like the girls she had seen in the clubs owned by those scum she usually arrested. Reluctantly she slid her hands down the smooth satin of her costume, cupping her breast and arching her back, her legs parting, teasing him as he had requested. She turned her back to him catching a glimpse of a sly smile as she bent forward slowly. The small red mini-skirt hugged her ass and climbed higher and higher until he could see her firm ass just above her long legs. Supergirl felt a tear of humiliation, her lips tight with frustration as she grabbed her own ankles feeling mortified at this. Her fleshy red panty covered mound was now clearly visible to him, her skirt clinging high and ass presented to him. She could see him between her legs; his eyes dancing suspiciously away then back again to the soft pillow between her legs. He looked off and then back again at her, as if he knew he shouldn’t be looking but wasn’t able to control himself.

“Come closer whore.” He said loudly and took the last sip of whiskey from his glass.

Supergirl spun around to face him, her face angered by the reference.

“You’re no better than they are, filthy pig!” she snapped back at the same time parting his legs and reluctantly leaning on top of him. She pushed her body against his, sliding sensuously down him, her long silky hair feathering his body.

She could smell the expensive European cologne he was wearing, could feel the fine tailored black suit and smooth black silk Italian shirt he wore against his massive chest. She could feel his hard muscles beneath the tailored clothing, shocked by the condition of his body. Her own body seemed to be taken by surprise, she felt a tingle of excitement and attraction to the dark haired billionaire. She danced between his parted legs, her hands flirting with her own short skirt as his hands reached out and caressed her smooth curvy legs. He pulled at her from behind her knees and she climbed on top of his lap, facing him, resting her legs outside of his, the heels of her red boots pointing out of the chair. Her heart raced, she was on top of him now and he pulled her closer to him burying his face into her taunt stomach and gently biting at her through her costume.

“mmmmmm…..” a moan escaped from her and a rush of shame and resentment washed across Supergirl’s body. She turned her head away from him, pissed at the sudden lack of poise.

“No, no I can’t do this.” She tried to push away from him but his arms were now wrapped around her, pulling her close. Her skirt covered his lap but beneath it she felt his strong erection hard against her own costume covered clit. She felt him pushing hard against her soft clit, hips moving in long determined strokes against her mound. Her body tingled with excitement and a sudden fire lit inside her rapidly beating heart as she grinded against him. Still clothed she found the movement so pleasing to use his cock against her like this, teasing herself against his manhood. She bit her lip trying to hold back the building desire enflamed between her legs, she felt his hands against her back…something different was going on. For a second she snapped free of the moment, she could feel his hands against her back, fingers moving along the strange device beneath her costume.

“What are you…?” Before she could finish he pulled her down into him, kissing her full lips hard. “mmmmmmfff..” Supergirl melted in a fit of passion, her thighs tingled with anticipation and toes pointed inside her boots.

He pulled away from the kiss and planted his face into her hair smelling her sweet perfume, whispering. “Ssshhh…keep it quiet, I think they’re watching us.”

“Who’s wa…mmmffffff” Her mouth was filled again to quiet her wit another steaming kiss.

“Mmmmmmm….mmmmmm…” she moaned feeling his reaction to the act hidden inside her skirt. She leaned over him to kiss his neck.

“What’s going on?” she indiscreetly moaned where only he could hear her. She felt his hands stroking down the imprinted edges of the strange device along the smooth curvature of her back until his hands fell upon her ass just under her skirt. She gasp as his strong hands grabbed onto her bottom and pulled her forward causing his hard cock to push against her spread legs.

“Batman sent me.” He whispered to her, his hot wet mouth falling onto her neck.

“oh god…..” she moaned trying to control herself, feeling him take control of her.

“We knew Wonder Woman was a fake, but the only way to find her was to go undercover.” He quickly whispered moving to the other side of her neck.

“I need time to examine the device they attached to you to free you….”

Supergirl’s mind wondered to trust him or not. Was this just part of his sick fantasy?

“…without blowing my cover.”

Supergirl could feel his hands now sliding under her skirt. Her mind raced, confused by this sudden twist. She heard the sound of his zipper come undone beneath her creased skirt, and then a tug against her panties.

“If you want to escape, this is the only way.” He whispered to her.

She gasped as she felt his hard cock slip inside past the pulled material. She looked into his cold dark eyes as the smell of his expensive cologne filled her. Her body tensed as she felt him slide inside her, penetrating her wet inviting mound. Her hips slid forward, taking him in deep. He pumped her from below, sliding in and out of her in a circular motion.

Supergirl panted heavily, she felt as if she were riding some incredible sexual chair. She was incredibly turned on, he was much better at this than she was. She wondered was it years of having hundreds of women? She asked herself how he had mastered her so easily, his movements so fluid and determined. He plunged deep into her, her long hair fell back in a sudden jolt of ecstasy as her hips never stopped stroking his cock inside her distorted costume. He sat looking up at her and she felt pissed off that he seemed so calm and so in control, whereas she was shuttering and jerking in bolts of passion with every penetration his thick cock made into her. She could feel him fumbling with the device and then suddenly a small beep and her libido ignited.

“Oh god….what…what did you do???” she asked out of breath. Suddenly her body was on fire, her sex tingled and melted into a stream of wetness. She fell down on him in a surprising deep passionate kiss. Wayne’s eyes bulged, taken by shear surprise.

“Fuck me…god…you’ve got to make me cum…please…fuck me hard….i …I need to cum….please….” The passion inside of her burned and she felt like a drug addict looking for a fix. Supergirl didn’t know what she was doing, she just needed to have him take her hard. She quickly go to her feet pulling him up as well.

“Please…please…..” she hated herself for begging but the feeling was overwhelming. She pushed herself against the replica of the meeting table that Batman, Superman and all the heroes would meet to discuss cases, she bent herself over and spread her legs wide to where her dripping peach was exposed, inviting.

‘Damn it Wayne must have triggered something in the device!’ she thought but unable to resist.

“I’m Supergirl…I’m Supergirl…..” she tried to get control of herself but it was useless, her own fingers were teasing her pussy but it wasn’t enough.

Wayne’s eyes seemed wide and confused but he got to her and just the touch of his hands against her in this position sent shockwaves of excitement tingling up her spine. He looked around quickly then in an instance widened her stance, pulled the soaking wet material that covered her slick mound to the side. Supergirl’s fist curled, she hated him feeling her so wet, so vulnerable and whorish. What had they done to her?

Her mouth fell open as he entered her, she felt him slide deep into her easily sliding in until a splashing sound and the feel of her juices being forced out from her clit. Streams rand down her soft curvy thighs and into the tops of her red boots, she felt the trickle down to her feet inside.

“Yes..yess….aaaahhaaa…mmmmm….mmm…fuck me hard….break me…..its yours Bruce….its all yours….”

He stroked into her in long deliberate pumps, she felt him flatten her against the table, her ass shaking and being spanked by his pelvis with each shot.

“aahhhaa…aaahhhh…aahhhh….”

Her nails dug into the wood of the table, her body tensing and muscles aching, inside her mind some strange thought wished he would finger her as while he slid his cock into her and even the thought aroused her more. Her mind went back to what he had said earlier about ‘them’ watching…she could only think of what they saw now. Her bent over a table, the small super skirt flipped up and the billionaire playboy driving deep into her from behind while it seemed she enjoyed every minute of it, begging for more.

“You’re going to cum for me aren’t you Supergirl?

“….yes…n..no..I..” she stammered.

“I’ve watched you walking around in that ‘costume’ of yours…how many boys have you gotten hard just walking past them? Do you ever notice there eyes trailing behind you, hoping to see a flash of this ass?” He painfully slapped her ass.

Supergirl yelped silently, the sting of the blow causing her sex to tingle madly as she felt him paw at her.

“How many of your fans masturbate to you and you pass them by? You pass them totally oblivious to their inner most fantasies; and what about your hero colleagues that you’ve brushed up against innocently enough. Those men hidden behind their mask and restrained by there vow of justice…but secretly wanting to fuck you like this.” Wayne whispered behind her never stopping his assault on her body. His hard stiffening cock pulsated inside her, sliding in and out, pushed deep to her limits that she moaned uncontrollable. God he had such masterful control of her that, it felt as if he could make her cum at any moment he so wished. She felt him lift one of her legs and place it long ways on the table, spreading her sex wider for him, small droplets of her juices puddle on the table, dripping down from her glistening exposed sex. He leaned closer to her back so that only she could hear him now. “You know, this is the only way Supergirl.” She shuttered as he went deep into her again. “I haven’t a choice if you want to be rescued….neither do you.”

“No…no…I….mmmmmm…” she wanted to deny it. Her pussy throbbed as the wall of her resistance suddenly broke. She screamed, her hips jerking madly as one after another orgasm pulsated into her. The Maiden of Might surrendered herself, her body becoming limp as sweat and her own slick juices mingled. She felt him behind her, his well formed muscles flexed and his body stiffened.. It had been too much for him as well. She felt him slip from her, his throbbing cock pumping creamy white fluid down on top of her.

She felt his creamy cum splatter on her ass and thighs; it dripped into the tiny crevasses of her creased panties. She glanced behind her shocked at what had just happened.

“You liar.” Supergirl said angrily, she felt so stupid to believe his ridiculous story, she felt so embarrassed to be spread on the table like some common slut in costume used as a flaunty billionaire’s plaything. “You tricked me for your own disgusting pleasure.”

“It was the only way.” He said adjusting his clothing and carefully surveying the room. “I think even with the sudden switch of carnal lust in you, we may have short circuited the device.”

“Carnal lust???” Supergirl sneered, “Are you saying I….”

“Its ok Supergirl, I’m sure it wasn’t you but the enzymes that thing trigged in you.”

Supergirl sat up stunned. Was he actually accusing her of instigating sex with him? That she had somehow…. She stopped trying to remember the details of what happened. Before she could only remember him sliding in under her skirt as she sat on top of him…the rest was a blur….until ….screaming and cumming against the table as his cock showered down on her.

Bruce glanced at his watch and turned back to Supergirl

“We have to hurry, I have…..nnnnfffffgggggggg”

The playboy fell to the floor, a small device fell from his hand. Supergirl stood over him, tossing away the large decorative brass bowl she used to knock him out with. She picked up the device, and quickly read the words scrolled across.

‘ROOM SERVICE’

“He must have signaled to them that he was done. I have to hurry!” Supergirl quickly grabbed the man’s legs, pulling him across the floor and out of site.

“When I get out, I’ll make sure you get your day in court and everyone knows what kind of man you are. You really think I was going to believe a stupid story like that? Why wouldn’t Batman come himself?” She hurried to the door.

She could hear someone coming. She pressed her back to the side wall and waited.

Angela entered the room.

“Yes Mister Wayne how can we accommodate you? Perhaps a second girl is needed? A flog or some electrical devices?” She said in a joyous voice.

“I don’t think he’s got the strength right now.” Supergirl lunged at the girl.

“You!” she turned to see the costumed superheroine running to her. “What did you do?”

Supergirl ran hard to get to her before she could reach the strange control of the machine they had attached to her spine. Her heart pumped faster, she had to get to the girl before….

Angela clicked the button on the inhibitor. She smiled waiting for Supergirl to fall and wither at her feet like before.

Supergirl stopped, waiting for the sudden rush she had felt before, but none came.

“What??” The wicked smile on Angela’s face disappeared as she clicked the controls madly. She tossed it and screamed instead. “Helmmmffffffffffffff”

Supergirl tackled the girl, jamming a handkerchief she had taken from Wayne’s coat pocket into the small bratty girl’s mouth.

“Well I don’t have my powers back, but it looks like you don’t have control over me anymore.” Supergirl pinned the small girl down. “I should kill you for what you and they have done to me!’

“mmmffff…nnoommmffff….” The now frighten and cowardly girl looked up at Supergirl with horror, her mouth overfilling with the gag.

“But unlike you, I am a Superheroine, I live by the law.” Supergirl glared down at her, a plan now forming in her head. “But that doesn’t mean I cant give you a little payback.”

Half an hour later Supergirl finished buttoning up the designer silken top over her own costume. Because her breast were much larger than Angela’s the buttons strained to hold the ends together giving a small view to the large ‘S’ underneath. She whipped her hair up like a business woman and then checked herself in the nearby mirror.

“It’ll do if no one looks too close.” Supergirl said.

“”mmmffff..fffpppttt….you fucking bitch, untie me!”

Supergirl turned and walked to the bed where the girl Angela was tied spread and naked. Her trim body struggled against the ropes that held her at each end of the bed, her legs parted and neatly trimmed bush exposed.

“Keep this in your mouth Boss bitch.” Supergirl got some satisfaction from stuffing the rag back into her mouth. She picked up a clipboard that Angela had brought with her. She scanned the list until she found what she was looking for. “Ah here we are, Prince Jordan of Tzikistan. That fat butterball with the yellow teeth and one eyebrow, I think he’s a good choice for you.”

Supergirl smiled at the sudden struggling of the bound girl. She placed the clipboard to her chest to cover the peeking costume underneath Angela’s stolen clothes.

She got to the door and took a breath; she had to move fast without the guards outside getting too good a look at her. She opened it quickly and walked through.

The two large thugs were luckily huddled several steps to her right. She turned her back to them walking quickly the opposite direction.

“Prince Jordan is up,” she yelled behind her as the two men watched what seemed like Angela walking away from them. Supergirl dropping her head to hide it behind the clipboard. “And tell him to take his time with her, Mr. Wayne was …surprisingly quick.”

Supergirl wondered through the hallways looking for a way out. The massive underground facility seemed to go on and on. She passed several strange areas and placed marked as Level 1 personnel only. She ducked into a narrow passage as she saw the boy Conner and a group of other douche bags laughing happily pass her by. Finally her eyes fell on a familiar door. The one they had brought her through with the garaged on the other side. Supergirl relaxed, ducked her head and headed for it.

“You going somewhere Supes?”

Supergirl froze as she turned to face the voice coming from behind her.

“You’re a clever girl, in disguise.” The Wonder Woman clone stood behind her.

Supergirl turned as quick as she could and bolted for the door. If she had a chance to get to it she could possibly lock it from the other side…but a hand reached for her and pulled her backwards hard. She fell to the floor as the fake superheroine looked down on her.

“You may wear the costume, buy you’re no real heroine…as a matter of fact, you’re not even real, you’re a machine!” Supergirl lunged at her but the clone was too fast. She side stepped her attack and flung Supergirl into the wall.

“AAAahhhhhhhh….” The wall cracked as she slammed into it, her shoulder ached with pain as she fell to the ground.

“My powers haven’t returned yet.”

“To bad for you, now lets see the real you!” Wonder Woman grabbed at the expensive blouse and ripped it open revealing Supergirl’s dashing blue costume underneath.

Athena attacked her low, trying to kick her legs our from under the smug bitch but without her powers the Amazon didn’t move.

“Your attacks are feeble and useless.”

Supergirl felt the steel grip of the machine as it lifted her, she struggled to get free.

“If I had my powers, we’d see how long you would last you piece of scrap metal! Ahhhhnnnggggggg!!!” Supergirl was slammed hard into the opposite wall breaking through it until only her dangling lower body was visible in the hallway.

“It’s so amusing that you would try to hide like a little rabbit this way Supergirl. Ha-ha, what would your fans say if they saw the Mighty Supergirl, sneaking her way to an escape?” She grabbed at the long grey skirt Supergirl was using as a disguise and ripped it open as well.

“NNnngggggg……” Supergirl fell back from the wall, her body aching and in pain, her disguise now completely ripped away to reveal the familiar red, yellow and blue costume with the tiny flailing skirt.

“You’re a disgrace. How can you call yourself a superheroine?”

She had been discovered and now exposed in clear view. She slumped against the wall with the tattered remains of Angela’s clothing all around her. Pangs of hopelessness washed over her looking up at the much more powerful fake superheroine. Her eyes darted to the door, if she could only make it out…

“Fight me fair, give me back my powers!” Supergirl sneered.

“hahaha, do you think I was created without brains?” The Wonder Woman grabbed Supergirl’s top, twisting it tight in her fist and lifting the Princess of Power dangling to her feet. “Why would I give a tiger back its fangs when it’s much easier to handle you like this?”

Supergirl tried to break free from her grip but she was just too strong.

“Get your hands off of me!!!” the heroine now felt the clone’s other hand, cupping her soft breast. She saw Wonder Woman’s eyes fall upon her curiously.

“I defeated you first…you should have been mine to have first, not some bunch of rich perverts. I defeated you in battle….the spoils should have been mine, you should have been mine, bitch.”

“Let go of me!” Supergirl struggled then heard the thumping of boots fast approaching from the other side of the hallway.

Several men in Kingston security suits appeared with Conner shouting and pointing madly at the now unveiled Supergirl.

“There she is!! Shoot her!” He yelled enraged.

“Your father only ordered us to subdue and return, Sir.” A mechanical voice from one of the security soldiers replied. They drew their batons leaving their pistols holstered.

Slowly the team of men approached the two costumed heroines.

“No, I have her. I will bring her in.” the Wonder Woman clone said. “Eh...Professor Miller has some test to run on her…I need to take her…”

“No can do Wondie, orders directly from the CEO. We’ll take her.” The soldier reached out to grab Supergirl.

Athena struggled; she knew that her only hope of escape was slipping away. She tried to break free when suddenly something unexpected happened.

The lead security guard dropped to the floor from a swift and hard kick from the Wonder Woman clone.

“Take them both down!” another guard yelled as the men rushed to attack. Supergirl turned to see three of them attacking the fake Wonder Woman. She moved in attack mode unarming one of them and clearly breaking the arm of another. Two others attacked Supergirl. She avoided the first wild swing of one of the men, nailing his jaw with a solid punch in return.

“Oowwwwww!!!” She shrieked in pain, the boy fell to the floor but she grasped her own throbbing hand. ‘This is useless without my powers! There are too many of them!’ Supergirl thought looking over to the clone that now was surrounded by another four of them. They pummeled the Wonder Woman clone with their stun batons until she was finally down, gasping madly. The men then turned to Supergirl. The men smiled knowing the real threat of the clone had been neutralized and Athena watched them as they turned to approach her.

“Nnnggggg…” she grimaced as one of the men slammed his baton over the petite Supergirl’s neck, pinning her hard against the wall. She gasped trying to push the man away, balancing on the tips of her toes as her stretched and pinned form made her tiny red skirt rise, giving the other grateful men a view of her satin blue panties peaking out from underneath. The tight pulling of the costume had wedged itself into her soft mound and the clear form of her tender clit could easily be made out behind the shimmering camel toe between her legs.

“Nice trick switching places with Angela.” Conner snapped from behind the men. “You think you’re very clever don’t you? After my father has finished with you, I’m going to have you strapped down and sent to that asylum outside of town where all those costumed wackos are held and let them have you day and night! We’ll see how much cum your super pussy can fight off before one of them impregnates you!”

“no…no…” Supergirl struggled against the man’s choking hold on her, tears of frustration drizzled down her cheeks and the feeling of utter helplessness gnawed at her soul. “….NO!!!!!!”

With a burst of force and power the security guard was pushed backwards so hard that he sailed right through one of the glass offices across the hallway.

The remaining guards and Conner, stunned, turned their gaze to Supergirl.

Supergirl’s blood boiled, her nose sneered as she felt the rush of her own power returning to her. ‘Finally!’ she thought.

“It would seem your device no longer can control me or my powers!” She lifted herself up to full height, watching the now cautious men. The pain of her aching body disappeared, her body felt as if it had just come back to life from a long dormant sleep, refreshed and strong. The familiar air of confidence returned to her eyes as well as the sudden thirst for vengeance.

“Attack! Get her! Don’t let her get away!!!” Conner shouted from the rear.

“Don’t worry; I’m not going anywhere anymore!” Supergirl said as she flung several of the guards across the room. Her speed had returned as well as she dodged attacks, spinning and whipping her kicks hard enough to send teeth spraying across the floor. “I’m taking down this whole organization and exposing you and your father to the world!”

Conner slowly backed away from her as more guards rushed past him into the oncoming tornado that was Supergirl. With great ease she plowed through them, occasionally being hit with one of the batons. She grimaced at the sudden strikes but with her powers back the pain soon disappeared and she was able to tear past the entire troop. The last of the guards hit her with their weapon from behind, the sizzle of the electric end sparked against Supergirl. She turned and in one massive blow toppled them all down at her feet. Like a conquering warrior, the heel of her red leather boot stabbed at the top of the pile of large slumping men. Men who were two to three times her size, beaten and defeated by the young girl wearing the shimmering satin costume with the large blazing ‘S’ across her well endowed chest.

“Now for you.” The leggy Supergirl climbed over the pile of beaten guards. “All of this, all of it was your doing!” Her fist clenched tightly as she approached him. Anger welled inside of her as thoughts of finally rendering justice down on this boy.

Conner stumbled back, his eyes wide with fear at the approaching Princess of Power. Something inside of him was still aroused by her even at this most dangerous moment, like the men in the movies who watch dumbfounded as sexy vamps come to drain them of their blood.

“Stay away from me, I mean it!” the boy stumbled back, his hand coming across one of the flatten guards. He quickly grabbed the man’s revolver from his holster and aimed the gun at Supergirl.

“Give it up Conner, this is the end, its over!” She moved in closer, trying to control her anger at the boy but every time she looked at him she wanted to beat him to a pulp. “That will do you no good against me!”

The boy’s hand began to shake, he looked behind him. He had run out of room and now the wall was to his back. His eyes looked for a moment to the twenty men beaten behind her, she had walked through them like a buzz saw.

“G..go! Just go….you’re free…..” He stammered, she could see the sweat pouring over his forehead.

Supergirl stood with her fist at her hips in her classic heroine pose. A dominate and powerful force of justice meant to intimidate evil men into surrender.

“Too late Kingsley, you’ve lost everything. The truth about you and your family’s schemes will be exposed, and I’m sure when the board of executives find out about this project of your father’s all of you will be brought to justice to answer for your crimes!” She charged at him as his shaking hand raised the gun and fired.

Supergirl stopped.

‘Something…something’s wrong…’ she told herself. Her heart seemed to be racing, beating hard, her adrenaline running high. A searing pain burned from her right shoulder. She felt water or some warm liquid dripping down onto her fingers. Where was this coming from? She turned her head to see the bullet wound in her shoulder and the pooling red of blood staining her costume and running down her arm in droplets to the floor.

“I, I’m shot?” she said puzzled, her body in total shock of what just happened. She couldn’t move. Her heart raced faster, her knees buckled and she fell kneeling to the floor. How could this have happened? Her powers had disappeared again, this time at the time she needed them most!! Her mouth moved but no words came out. Her eyes fluttered as she fought the darkness from creeping into her eyes.

Conner smiled widely. He lifted himself to his feet, brushing his jacket off and gripping the gun in his hand.

“The Kingsley luck still holds.” He giggled madly. “Hell of a turn around for you Super-whore. I guess fate is ‘NOT’ on your side.” He said spitefully as he now walked confidently to the kneeling Supergirl. “I guess this is your last adventure.”

“…this, cant be real…I can not be…..how?....” Supergirl looked at the sight of her own blood staining her hand, it was unreal. She had power unimaginable; she could travel through space and tear trees from their roots. She could stop speeding trains and carry whole airplane to safety on her back. How could a single shot have fell a superheroine like her? From this feeling of terror and confusion she felt a sudden rush between her legs; she could feel a sudden spray of wetness beneath her panties. Her heart raced. Her thoughts wondered, was she getting sexually excited from facing this peril? Or was it something else?

‘Oh God th-that cannot be …did I pee myself??’ she thought unsure of what was now causing the feeling of the cold wet panties clinging to her clit. Her face blushed as shivers ran up her spine. Now not only would they find Supergirl’s murdered body but the evidence of her distress would be uncovered. A slow stream seemed to run down her thighs from under the skirt and streak into puddles on the floor.

“You must really be scared shitless eh little girl?” Conner smirked amused at the discovery; his eyes watched the streams of embarrassing water crawl under her.

Supergirl snapped from her daze and looked up in horror to see him standing over her. Her body was paralyzed with fear. In her mind she kept uttering the thoughts. ‘I’m shot…I’m…shot…’

The blood stain on her costume now reached the ‘S’ on her chest, spreading wider and wider across her beautiful shimmering costume. She felt a sharp dagger like pain from her side, her breath became shallower and her bloody hand now trembled uncontrollable.

“Damn, such a shame, I would have loved to have fucked you. What a waste of a nice piece of ass like you” He said as he pressed the revolver along her jaw and she could feel the cold steel of the weapon. What to do? Her mind raced but the panic and haze inside her head couldn’t formulate a plan.

“…but I’d rather keep my fortune.” He said as his eyes met her stunned glare.

“I…i….i..” she could only eek out.

The blue eyed boy leaned into her and pressed his lips hard against hers. A final kiss before her demise.

“Mmmmm…mmmmmm…..” a tear fell from the corner of Supergirl’s eye as his tongue forced its way into her mouth, adding a final insult to her and then at last pulling away.

Her body felt heavy and cold, her chest ached from the wound. The Mighty Maiden of Might slumped from her knees back on her heels. She watched him like some nightmare that she couldn’t wake up from as he pressed the end of the gun against her tender young forehead.

It had only taken one bullet at close range to bring her to her knees. She had been so confident that she never thought such a thing could have happened. How could this be the end of her? She couldn’t, Supergirl couldn’t die like this…could she? Her body swooned from the loss of blood as the darkness began to overtake her.

<BAMM!!!>