The Trial of Supergirl.

Chapter 15: The Missing Ending

[If you prefer the mystery of the final ending of Chapter 15, don’t read this. But if you need closure to your adventure and want to find out what really happen to Supergirl in those last hours after the shot……read on.]

The sound of the shot echoed in the hallway. Supergirl fell limply to the floor, her chest pounding hard from the shock and the rush of adrenalin pumping through her body. She waited for the trickle of blood to ooze down into her eyes from her newly ventilated head. She shivered at the thought of how ghastly she now looked; the bullet surely had destroyed half her skull with her brains exploding outward in a shower of fragments into the nearby wall. Darkness was creeping in on all sides, but the blood never came. Instead her eyes turned upward to Conner.

Still holding the gun in his outstretched hand, the blonde boy had an evil crooked smile spread across his face. He stood trembling for a moment a pool of red stained his imported shirt. He slumped, and then dropped lifelessly to the ground. Supergirl gasped, her trembling hands running over her head, confirming his shot had never fired. Her eyes fluttered as someone stepped over her. The clone, the Wonder Woman cyborg stood over Conner and dropped the guard’s gun next to him. Her head turned suddenly and met eyes with Supergirl. The last thing Athena could see was it moving towards her. For the first time she noticed the blank mechanical uncaring stare in the Wonder Woman’s eyes.

Darkness and the cold chill of lost blood consumed her. In her dreams she felt herself falling downward into some deep never ending pit.

The genetic copy of Wonder Woman looked down at the past out Supergirl. Reaching down she grasped the limp superheroine’s booted ankles firmly and pulled her past the battered guards, down into a nearby corridor. Supergirl’s long blonde locks dragged behind her limp body, her arms sprawled out like a rag doll being pulled away, stanch contrast to the fleeting image of Supergirl, the mighty superheroine. She was dragged along the floor out of site of the scene until the clone stopped and smiled at the helpless maiden of might, the passed out girl at her feet. She bent down and lifted Supergirl, draping her over her tall shoulders as Supergirl’s exposed ass was visible from the upturned skirt, her panties wedged tightly inside her tight ass from the dragging. The clone’s red polished fingernails raked the naked cheeks of Supergirl leaving four coarse red lines across her well shaped ass. Her fingers ran down along the twisted material in the center of the heroine’s ass, pushing gently on the soft pillow of blue material at the end that covered Supergirl’s plump clit. Suddenly she heard the on rushing footsteps of more of the security teams coming. The clone skillfully opened a fake light switch on the right wall that revealed a keypad. She punched in an access code on the hidden pad and returned the switch to its original position. Within seconds a disguised door opened from the seemingly plain wall and she quickly disappeared inside with Supergirl’s flailing body and cape behind her.

Supergirl’s eyes fluttered. She struggled to focus, everything seemed distorted and blurred. She wanted to wipe the cold from them but her wrists were stuck on something. She pulled and pulled finally looking upward to see her bound hands above her, her head suddenly clearing to her situation. Strange soft metal like material wrapped around each of her wrist, drawn up above her head. She studied these restraints; she had never seen such before and looked almost alien like to her. She struggled unable to break free from the small bonds, something she should have easily done with her powers. But the flexing soft bond held, and she felt a certain vulnerability being in this position, her body unprotected and hands stretched above her, unable to blunt any attack. She stood in the center of a room, now taking it all in. Strange machines flickered on every side. To her left long clear tubes with strange cold mist poured from inside of them, she could swear there were bodies inside.

‘Where am I’ she wondered now looking around the entire strange setup.

“This is Professor Miller’s East Lab.” A familiar voice came from behind her as if answering her silent question. The clone of Wonder Woman stepped into her view.

“What’s going on here? Untie me!” Supergirl demanded ashamed that she could not free herself.

“Good you have recovered well” She said.

Supergirl’s memory returned in a flash. She quickly turned to her side where she had been struck by the gun shot. The wound was gone. The tear and dried blood were still visible but beneath that her flesh was unmarked, as soft and subtle as ever. She tried again to get free of the bonds to no avail hearing the laughing of her captor she stopped looking to her for answers.

“Yes your powers healed you, but you do not possess all your powers.” She explained. “Seems someone was tampering with the suppressor, the device connected to your back that hampers your powers…that is why your powers were on to defeat the mob but then off again when that boy shot you.”

Supergirl’s mind suddenly thought of the fallen blonde young man, Conner.

The Wonder Woman saw the concern in her face and smiled.

“Yes he is dead, but I don’t think that was the original.” She said.

A relived breath left Supergirl.

The clone saw this and her face changed from amusement to cold stone.

“You think because it was his clone, he was nothing?” Her hand slapped hard across the suspended heroine’s face.

“AAAiiiii” Supergirl cried as the stinging blow burned against her cheek.

“That’s not what I….”

“You think you are better than we are?” The clone’s hand now grasped Supergirl’s jaw in her hand, stopping her from talking.

This was as close as Supergirl had been to the clone’s face and she could now see the mechanical movement and dead eyes of the thing. When enraged the clone lost its human qualities and seemed to be more robot like.

Suddenly the lights on the tubular chambers changed from green to red and the low hum from the machines began to wind down. Supergirl looked now as the doors on the strange machines opened spilling the white fog from inside.

“Ah, right on time.” Wonder Woman’s voice whispered in her ear.

She could what looked like men rising from the chambers, naked and glistening with thick gooey liquid that dripped from their bodies. As she watched them climb from their slumber she could tell they had the form of men, but were not. They still had several wires dangling form the back of their necks as they exited the machines. Six of them in all, turned and stood side by side like soldiers watching the two females.

“Impressive aren’t they?”

Supergirl looked at the six, their bodies were carved and toned like athletes and they stood more than seven feet tall. She could see these were not as advanced as Wonder Woman, they were more clumsy and incomplete, and they could never blend into society without notice as the Wonder Woman had. These were more like mechanical humans than real, each one almost identical to his brother except for random hair color and skin tone showed variances in shading. Her eyes then caught a glance at the third in line, who looked much the same as the others but whose member was noticeably much larger.

“Oh I see you have a favorite!” The clone smiled noticing Athena’s glare.

“What? No…I…” Supergirl blushed as her face burned of embarrassment. For some reason her eyes were drawn to him, she found herself stealing glances as her heart raced with the awkwardness of being caught looking. “What are you planning? Are you trying to create some kind of army or something?” Supergirl tried to change the subject and buy time to find some escape.

“An army? Hmmm, I didn’t think we would need that many.” She laughed in Supergirl’s face mocking her stupid comment. “There programming is still being downloaded but they are conscious of us, watching, until needed.”

“Needed for what?” Supergirl asked but she was sure she already knew.

“I also was created here in this laboratory. Just like them I was downloaded with programming and everything I needed to enter society and take the place of the real Wonder Woman. Once she was captured, even her stolen memories were given to me. Her past joys, her pain, and even her pleasures….as memories only. I have never…felt true pleasures as she has in her thoughts.” The clone said, her features softening suddenly and becoming more human like now. Supergirl watched as the woman’s eyes looked her over, what plans did this thing have for her? Her eyes fell back to the staring naked men in front of them, the goo slowly dripping from them as they stared back at her.

“Like me Supergirl, you are the only one of your kind remaining. The last Kryptonian female.”

“I’m honored you know my history.” Supergirl spat back pulling away from her grasp.

“Yes, Professor Miller has studied everything about you, and I was by his side at all times.” She smiled back evilly. “How unique, you have the features of an oriental whore but with this natural blonde hair and….fierce blue eyes like a European whore.” She laughed at the glare in Supergirl’s eyes. “Were all Kryptonians similar in appearance? Oh, silly me…..I forgot, they are NO others.” She laughed.

“You monster!”

“The last of a dead race.” She said ignoring Supergirl’s outburst.”Is that why every man you pass by wants to fuck you? Every eye drawn to your half covered ass in that…” Her eyes ran down Supergirl’s body. “Mmmmm…sexy costume of yours, as you walk past them? Is that why they bid so much to have you?”

“A bunch of pigs!” Supergirl struggled against the alien bonds, stopping suddenly as she felt the woman’s ample bosom pressed against her own. The two large golden eagles of Wonder Woman’s costume holding her massive tits seem to engulf Supergirl’s large but slightly smaller breast.

“I want to feel this. I want to know passion and feel this desire” she said pushing hard against the bound and retreating superheoine “…and who better to teach me than everyone’s number one fantasy fuck. You’re going to teach me”

“What are you mmmfffff” Supergirl suddenly found herself being kissed hard by her captor, the woman’s soft lips pressed against hers forcibly, the golden eagles now smashed against her own round breast in the satin blue of the supersuit. She had never been kissed by a girl before, the shock of it made her try and pull away but something inside her seemed to find it erotic and exciting. Deep inside her she felt her heart beating faster, a spring of excitement tingled between her legs and she felt unable to stop the inappropriate behavior of the clone.

“Unnggg…you crazy machine, we’re both girls! This cannot happen!” Supergirl scolded her, hoping to deflate the situation.

“Yes it can.” The Wonder Woman said back sweetly, her hands now cupping Supergirl’s breast beneath her costume. “We are doing the Lesbian? Is that correct?” She asked with the tone of a curious child.

“No, this, this isn’t…what, what are you doing?” Supergirl’s eye grew wide as she watched the Wonder Woman clad girl slowly go down her body until she was kneeling low to her, she pulled at Supergirl from behind her knees to keep her steady.

“No don’t!” Supergirl cried as the smiling fake lifted the front of the restrained superheroine’s skirt, flipping it up and tucking the end securely inside Supergirl’s own yellow belt. Between Supergirl’s soft thighs the shimmering satin blue of her costumed panties were now revealed. Supergirl felt the same soft tender kisses from the girl on both of her inner thighs as she parted her, her heart began to race faster uncertain of what was to come.

“You know, in my memories of her, the Amazon I mean, she has often thought of doing this to you.” The clone said pushing Supergirl’s legs wider apart until her plump soft mound was accessible, the shimmer of the lights glistening over the slight pulls of the fabric. “I have past memories of hers. The two of you sitting at one of your JLA meetings and she was fantasizing of having you in this way….did you know that?”

Supergirl was shocked, her mind raced, her confusion mounted between her situation, the erotic feelings now growing inside her and this new information that one of her fellow female colleagues was having sexual fantasizes of her!

“She had toyed with the idea of going on a mission alone with you, and when you were not aware, she would use her lasso on you. Oh the things she had planned for you.” The clone continued.

“Liar!” Supergirl shouted.

“Even the attention you garnered from the others, Green Lantern, Man hunter, how they leered at you when you weren’t looking….she knew. All the girls in the League knew how the boys felt about you, young blonde whore in your tiny skirt. Behind your back they called you “Princess ‘S’exy Cape”

The clone couldn’t hold back her laughter as Supergirl’s face burned read with mortification.

“That’s a lie! Those memories are fake like you!” Supergirl spat back.

“She secretly desired you herself but also was jealous of you. Did you know Black Canary once spoke to her of a plan to have you humiliated in front of the men because her husband, Ollie, commented about catching a glimpse of your flapping skirt on a windy day?’

“No, I don’t believe it…mmmnnnggg…..don’t touch me there! I’m not a …” she gasped as a ting of wetness was repelled inside of her making her seem a liar. “I’m not Lesbian….its wrong….I’m Supergirl, this cannot happen to me…..”

“Because you’re Supergirl is why it is happening.” She laughed moving away slightly from the dangling girl of steel.

She grasped Supergirl’s panties pulling them tightly upwards painfully until the material took the form of the heroine’s two tender lips, showing the curious clone the impression of the superheroine’s striking camel toe.

Supergirl felt the tightness of her own costume being used on her, the crease of her panties painfully folding inside of her, threatening to be stained by a flood of moisture she was trying to fight back. Her eyes fell back to the six clones standing, watching everything as their cocks began to grow suddenly with slight erections. Their stares fell on her uplifted skirt and the impression of her sex beneath it.

“On that island she is from, its all girls.” The fake Wonder Woman continued now completely on her knees, her eyes studying her squirming prisoner’s sex with curios eyes. “So in her memories, I know what to do….” She said and leaned in closer.

Supergirl gasped as she now felt the girl’s tongue outside her panties, sliding between her lower lips, moving up and down her satin split. Her hips buckled trying to pull back but the thing’s embrace pulled her forward, forcing her to take her punishment.

“No, don’t, it’s wrong….you can’t….someone help me…” Her desperate and shameful pleas echoed in the room. “OOOOhhaaaaiiii….” The mighty Supergirl exhaled as she felt the warm wet mouth of her captor cover her pussy completely, and the vacuum of her suckling her through her costume. She felt the warm mouth of the girl, her squirming tongue lapping against her costumed clit as if she meant to eat her like some savage. Supergirl looked down unbelieving what she was seeing, the tiara of Wonder Woman, the star spangled superheroine on her knees with her face buried between Supergirl’s thighs.

“You know you’re enjoying this, slut.”

The fake’s quick synthetic tongue moving expertly up and down Supergirl’s sex, while her eyes watched every movement of the struggling heroine, studying what reaction she gained from every spot of her attack. Supergirl could see the thing’s eyes looking upward at her, her mind wondering if this was truly how the original Wondie would have had her in some mad reality.

“Be honest, this really is making you hot isn’t it Supergirl?”

“Nnn..no……” her mind raced with what the clone had said.

Did those others really wanted to humiliate her for the sake of taking her down a peg? Did they really plot to show the others that “Princess ‘S’exy Cape” was nothing more than a desperately deprived girl who flaunted her body and teased men’s cocks to the point of ejaculation? She faintly remembered Canary once asking about her weaknesses besides kryptonite…how odd she thought that was at the time.

“NNNngggggmmm…”Her embarrassment and excitement took another leap as she felt the machine’s flipping tongue stroke her from bottom to top. Her eyes looked at the naked toned men watching with intense stares, her moans echoing throughout the lab.

“Mmmm..MMMMMooohhh….” Supergirl felt gentle nibbling of the girl’s teeth against her tender pussy. “No, don’t….this is not right…..NO!” she felt her costume being pulled to the side; her now naked fleshy clit felt the cold skin of the clone. “OOhhhhh….nnnngggggg…..” her body shivered as the thing’s long tongue slipped through the opening, pulling at her hairs and tasting her sweat juices. The feeling of humiliation of being raped by another girl and the feeling of being forced to cum by another woman was madding and humbling. She thought of what the clone had told her of the others at the JLA and how this scene would have fit their plan so well if Superman and the others were to catch her in this predicament. What would they think of her then?

Her body buckled in disgust and unrealized pleasure, somewhere inside her she loved the feelings, the thought of being exposed by this girl as a Lesbian, the world knowing that Supergirl could equally be made to cum by a man or woman.

“I wonder if your tongue is as equally as skilled.” The Wonder Woman asked.

“Don’t you …nnggg….don’t you dare!!!” Supergirl threatened.

“I dare whatever I please bitch!” The fake said back. “You’re in no position to demand anything. If I wanted you in my bush you would be.”

‘How dare she even think such a thing?’ Supergirl thought enraged.

The clone pulled away from the struggling Supergirl, slowly getting to her feet but leaving Supergirl’s costume astray. Half of her clit was left exposed from the pulled costume, some of her bushy hairs had actually pushed through the thin material while others were widely exposed, glistening with wetness and peaking out in strong contrast to the powder blue of her bottoms. Athena noticed an evil grin across the raven haired woman’s face. She watched as the fake Wonder Woman’s thumbs went under her own golden belt and lasso. Athena was surprised to see that the costume was in fact two separate pieces as she watched her slide the blue star spangled panties down her curvy legs.

“No, I won’t!” Supergirl struggled against the alien bonds holding her wrist above her. She watched as the clone took the silken blue panties and approached Supergirl.

“No I don’t think you would, but here, have a taste of what you’re missing.”

“Stop! No! How dare you do this to memmffff!!!!” Supergirl struggled and protested but despite herself she felt the elastic of the satin panties slipping over her face.

‘Damn these ropes!’ she thought struggling to avoid being placed in such a predicament. Wondie’s panties slipped down over her until she was peering through the leg openings, the crotch spread across her nose and mouth, her beautiful blonde hair spilling from the back of the humiliating mask.

“Ha, ha what a Supergirl you are!” The bitch teased her as she pulled the crotch where her pussy had been right into Supergirl’s nose. “Smell me slut, your time is coming and you will have this.”

“No…no…” What did she mean? Supergirl wondered as the aroma of the fiend’s perfume mixed with the slight musk of her damp pussy wafted into her nose. As she was forced to smell the replicated sweat and juices of her captor, Supergirl noticed the men behind her seemed much lively now. Their cocks hard and some of them stroking them as they watched her forced to breath the steam of her new mask. She wondered how ridiculous she looked to them.

“Does that smell like sex to you Supergirl? Have you ever worn this mask before? It seems to suit you, ‘Princess of Power’.” Wonder Woman said and several of the men behind her now smiled and chuckled.

Supergirl wanted to protest but she dared not open her mouth for fear of it being stuffed with the defiled object. Her blood boiled with anger and mortification as she was spun around, her ass exposed for the now restless things with cocks. How dare these ‘tinker toys’ play such games like this with her! She felt her skirt lifted past her ass, giving the staring audience a view of her luscious ass.

“OOwwwnnngggg” she grimaced as a hard slap shook her ass. She could feel the panties on her face being pulled tighter into her from behind, the silky crotch of the damp panties stretched across her face. Her mouth could taste the salty juices now, surely not real human excretions but some synthetic make up like the clone itself but they had matched it perfectly.

‘Not that I’ve ever tasted…’ Supergirl’s thoughts ran away with themselves as she tried to compose herself. Tasting this girl’s pussy seemed an erotic fantasy, not real to her because she knew the clone was a machine really…so somewhere inside of Supergirl, it became almost exciting and stimulating to be suffering such a life like simulation. She heard the clones laughing again as Wonder Woman made some off color comment about the Mighty Supergirl, the great powerful girl of steel whose only breathable air was thorough the wet panties of hers. Deep inside her she burned and could feel her temperature rise between her legs, holding back the building tide, unsure if her sex leaked of her own juices….she desperately denied to hold back the growing urges.

“Stop this!” Supergirl shouted as she felt the cold hand of the fake Wonder Woman slide under her skirt and into her plump mound. The Amazon smiled as her fingers came back wet and slick. Supergirl burned with shame as the damn machine had nerve enough to show Supergirl her discovery.

“Ah, I think it is time that we…unnffff!!!!!” The star spangled fake was kicked backwards, tumbling to the ground. Supergirl had finally had her chance to strike! She pulled her wrist again and slipped free of her bonds. Pulling the disgusting bottoms from her face she took a deep breath of fresh air as the stunned clone looked her way from the floor.

“Get her!!!” The desperate Wonder Woman shouted.

Supergirl rubbed her aching wrist, as she saw the six figures in front of her tearing off the remaining wires from themselves and bolting her way. Supergirl quickly scurried away, looking for a way out as the men gave chase. One of them grabbed her cape, pulling her backwards. She was spun around and caught suddenly in a hard passionate kiss from him. “Mmmmmmmm” she seemed to melt suddenly, something about his kiss, about his sensuous lips seemed to make her heart rush. Was he drugging her? She wanted to keep kissing him, his tongue swiriling inside her mouth.

“What…mmmm” she caught herself, remembering what was happening. She turned quickly slamming her palm into the man’s chest sending him to the ground.

“My powers….” She looked at her hands for a moment. “Not full strength but these things are so weak.” She round house kicked another and he fell. A sudden relief came to her as she turned to face the third attacker.

“Haaiiiii!!!” she slammed her fist into him….but this one didn’t fall like the first two. He grabbed Supergirl’s outstretched arm and tossed her hard into one of the computer consoles.

“Damn he’s stronger than the others.” Supergirl’s back ached as a hand grabbed the large ‘S’ on her costumed breast, pulling her to her feet by her costume. “You’re another strong one huh?” She said looking at the naked clone, her eyes looking over his perfect body, admiring his boyishly smooth chest, it was almost hypnotizing.

‘What am I doing?’ she pulled herself from the spell, kicking him hard to send him to his knees as another attack from behind but he also was much weaker than the last two. She was just about to turn to dispatch him when she felt his erect cock pushing against her half exposed clit from behind. The thing wasn’t attacking her, but trying to penetrate her like some dog in heat. She felt his meaty cock pushing inside and the sensation from just the touch was overbearing…but she had to resist.

“Ummmnnggg…” she tore herself away from him, now noticing that this one was the one with the largest cock.

“O my Krypton!” She said suddenly now noticing that the same spell had come over her again. She watched as the six of them gathered together closing in on her. Supergirl turned to run, leaping away when suddenly she was floating into the air. Her ability to fly had returned but the clones had her by the ankles.

“Bring her down!”

Supergirl struggled to take flight, it was her only escape but the weight of the men and the weakness of her powers were too much.

“NO…NO…..” she felt their hands tugging from her booted ankles as they pulled her downward, hands now grabbing at her knees then her waist as they pulled her from the air. “Unhand me! No, don’t!!”

The men pulled her down, their weight pinning Supergirl to the ground. She struggled, her wrist being held in check by the two strong ones as the others molested her body.

“Ahhh…there’s too many of them…”Supergirl struggled against all six of them, she was pinned down, her legs being tamed by two others, her super strength still not nearly up to normal where she could easily have wrestled free.

She felt hands going under her skirt, lifting it until she was exposed. She felt hands groping her ass like a common whore. They felt her up, obsessed with her tight young body in the smooth satin of her costume. In her haste to escape she had never corrected the half removal of her panties and now she felt exploring hands inquisitively stroking her exposed half mound, with the elastic end of her panties parting deep into her clit.

“Have you figured it out yet Supergirl?” Wonder Woman walked slowly to the struggling red and blue superheroine. “Each of them were engineered for a purpose…”

“What? What are you saying?” Supergirl struggled against the two as her arms were stretched and pinned by the two and suddenly she knew these two were created to subdue her. She had created these two for that sole purpose of controlling Supergirl.

She looked behind her; the one with the large stiff cock was between her legs, his cock slipping between her soft thighs and pushing into her wet clit.

“No….don’t….don’t…..” she pleaded but again the strange desire hit her. She wanted his cock; it felt so hard and so inviting at the entrance of her sex. Immediately she got wet like never before, gasping deep breaths as she felt his head penetrate her. She felt helpless as the others pinned her, the clone’s cock going deeper inside of her beneath her skirted ass and she began to sweat from the fire now burning inside of her.

“You want it don’t you slut?” Wonder Woman asked looking down at the blonde Maiden of Might. “Slutty little Oriental hero.”

“Yes…yes…..” Supergirl said dreamy as her mouth fell open feeling the full push of him inside of her, her satin blue panties pulled more aside to make way for him as she arched her ass up to allow him to fill her fully. The overwhelming feeling was so strong, she wanted nothing more that to keep him inside of her, to find her G-spot and make her cum over and over….she had never know such pleasure like this before.

“That’s a good whore, give him your pussy. I’m learning so much from you…”

Supergirl’s body shook; she couldn’t believe how wonderful this feeling was. It was so much better than with her boyfriend….than any other that she had ever been with. His cock fit her perfectly, as he stroked in and out of her sex she felt him throbbing, his staff finding her most desired and arousal of spots over and over.

“Damn….” She said finally putting it together…”He…he was created just…mmm…just for me….” The sudden thought of the trap shamed her.

“Hahaha, you are correct Princess, his cock will give you the maximum pleasure.” Wonder Woman studied Supergirl’s grimacing face, fascinated with how her body rhythm shook with each of the man’s thrust, she marveled at Supergirl’s sex face, her expression of fulfillment as the massive cock pumped her dripping pussy. The fake’s eyes caught every movement, watching her like an erotic peep show and finally smiling at Supergirl saying... “Just as these two’s only job is to subdue you….and this one….”

Another of the men appeared in front of Supergirl. His boyish smile and mischievous look worried her. He pulled her mouth to his hard cock.

“No…I…mmmffffffff” The spell took her again. Her heart jumped and her pulse quickened. She wanted nothing more than to have his cock in her mouth, to part her ruby red lips with his staff. She felt like a JV actress, taken from both sides. Inside her the strange feeling of wanting to be used by these things was overwhelming, her body shook and she shuttered as the steady stroke re-penetrated her glistening mound. Her tongue slid hungrily down his irresistible shaft as she felt another slide under her, his hot mouth teasing her nipples through her costume, his tongue lapping at her tits, her juices now escaped her, running freely down her thighs and piddling down her red boots.

“You may say this is revenge Supergirl,” the fiend laughed. “I know you probably have a sex toy close to your bed? Something you’ve used on yourself on those lusty lonely nights?”

“mmmm….no…never…”she lied through bleated breath in the grasp of all those pleasure seeking clones.

“Just think of this as the machines finally using you as their toy.” The fake laughed. “Lets see, one, two, three, four, five….hmmm…one last hole to fill.”

“You can’t….mmmmffff….I surrender…..please don’t……not like this…….” The young Supergirl begged, her body being pushed and pulled like a cog in some rhythmic machine she couldn’t escape.

The renegade clone only laughed as the sixth man stepped into position behind the Supergirl.

“Aaii…..noo…..no one has ever dared…….” Her mouth fell back into an O and was forcibly filled again but her eyes cut back behind her, a chill ran down her curvaceous spine. The fiend tossed her cape over her shoulder, grandly preparing her. His hands ran down either side of her in the silky blue of her super suit.

Athena’s juices sprayed down on the floor below, her head shot upwards as she felt him pushing into her anus. Her fingers curled and the assault on her pussy doubled. A faint echo of slapping bodies now echoed in the room. She grimaced as all Supergirl holes were now filled, her arms stretched out unable to stop the things from having her anyway they wished. She felt out of control, her thighs trembling as she came over and over. She felt their cocks stiffening inside of her, the large cock pulled free, dripping with cum from her clit and he sprayed his synthetic seed in large gobs across her costume. Supergirl wiggled in lust as mercifully her anus was released and the clone took the place of the other slamming his cock into her dripping mound splurging into a white mess that gathered into deep blue stains inside her panties. The other withdrew from her mouth and took his turn plunging into her, lifting her leg to his shoulder, sliding into her. He grabbed her costume to pull her into him.

“AAAAIIIIiiiii…aaaaiiiiii…aaaiiiiiiiiiiiii” Supergirl was going mad, she came again, her hips buckling, her body giving every bit of her sex juices she could surrender as he came inside her, his massive explosion squirted out of her pussy as she cried in shock and ecstasy. The fourth clone stepped in; he grabbed her by the thighs and plunged into the mess of her.

“So this is the meaning of a cum slut?” The curious machine asked.

Supergirl’s body shuttered with each thrust of his. The blend of her juices and theirs seeped down her legs and into the opening of her red boots. She could feel the sticky liquid pooling inside and between her toes. The two strong clones curled her hands behind her back and forced her ass upward as their brother slapped and pumped her like the slut she had become. The sound of wet slapping echoed again in the chamber, the caped superheroine laid moaning and squirming under the assault. She looked upward and noticed the happy expression on the woman’s face, smiling down at her. The last clone doubled his strokes, she felt him jerking inside of her, his cock throbbing, he would not last much longer. In a final thrust he pulled free of her and scattered his explosion on her costume. Supergirl was turned to her back and he was allowed to shower her proud blue satin costume in his white stickiness.

Supergirl’s heart raced, her chest heaving up and down rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath. She lay in a goo of sexual releases that dripped all around her. Her body was exhausted and covered in the sticky cum of the depleted clones, dripping down into the valley between her plush tits and leaving an oozing trail. Her boisterous ‘S’ symbol emblazed on her chest which once stood for righteousness, justice and her unyielding pride in knowing she was the best of them all, now gleamed covered in the film of the six’s seed.

“Ah it is complete….and now for my fun” Wonder Woman said giddy.

“No…no more….no more……” Supergirl pleaded out of breath. She felt something strange suddenly. She felt as if something was crawling over her, like dozens of insects. She glanced down and to her horror could see the white cum of the clones rolling over her body and gathering between her legs.

“What…what’s going on??? What is this???” She asked scared and confused, watching as the moving liquid seemed to have a mind of its own. Her eyes were wide as something began to grow inside of her own panties. The thin blue material tented upward, stretched from the impression of a cock beneath it.

“Mmmm…very nice….” The fake smiled.

Supergirl couldn’t believe her eyes. She felt the thing attached to her sex, its tip heavy and growing, pushing against her costume it curved upward. Finally the large mass beneath her satin blue panties was full grown; the thin material that was being pulled to its limits to keep the thing inside showed the perfect shape of a cock. Supergirl was in a daze, she looked awkwardly at the cock between her legs. She touched it and jumped when it reacted.

“I see you’re still aroused.” The fake laughed.

“What? No…what did you do to me?” she tried to hide it. ‘How do you control this thing???’ she asked, her cock growing harder on its own. “How did you…..” Her words trailed off as she now noticed the fake Wonder Woman had discarded the familiar bustier and lasso and was now dressed as Supergirl.

“You like?” she smiled. “If I’m going to be a superheroine, I’m going to be Supergirl….and I’m going to have the same pleasures as Supergirl.” Her hair suddenly turned from the deep black raven of Wonder Woman into the long golden locks like Supergirl.

“You’re mad! You could never be Supergirl!” Athena said trying to shield her hard on.

“Cell regeneration is something Professor Miller did not even foresee. Once I am finished with you, I will take your place as Supergirl….and I can’t wait to fuck that boyfriend of yours….hmmm…and that cousin of yours Superman for that matter, haha. It’s going to be such fun to be you….to bad for you.”

“You won’t get away with this….” Supergirl tried to stand as the cock pushed harder against her costume, her skirt tenting from rock hard thing between her legs.

“Is that a banana in your pocket?” the clone laughed. “Oh don’t worry; I have a new costume for you as well.” She pulled out a Wonder Woman costume. “You’re going to wear this, and then you’re going to fuck me before you die….”

The two remaining clones grabbed Supergirl and began ripping at her costume.

“Let go of me, you….” She stopped as they ripped her skirt off and she could now see the large cock dangling between her own legs like some nightmare. The men quickly began dressing her in the costume of Wonder Woman, stuffing the cock inside the starry panties. Supergirl’s tits barely filled the bustier but the costume was surprisingly comfortable and nice feeling…which aroused her member again.

‘Damn, how do you control this thing???’

She was pressed forward as the clones finished zipping the corset tightly to her back, her tits felt exposed and displayed from the feel of the strapless costume. A small amount of room, the size difference between her tits and Wonder Woman’s, was left so the corset didn’t sit flush on her breast, causing the costume to barely cover the tops of her nipples, and giving the clones a full view of them as she moved. She looked downward at the cock bulged up inside of the Wonder Woman panties that seemed to throb.

“Bring her forward.” The fake commanded and Supergirl was brought before her. The evil machine snickered at the unfulfilled breast portion of the corset, it looked clumsy on Supergirl.

Supergirl watched as the woman who had now stolen her identity smiled back at her in her own skirted costume. Her larger and more curvy body pulling the sexy costume…her costume…to its limits.

“My, my, you grew a big one didn’t you? I’m sorry if those panties can hardly contain your large dick!” She teased the embarrassed and stunned Supergirl. The fake Supergirl’s cape flapped as she approached her and reached down between the captive superheroine’s legs, taking hold of her new appendage and began massaging the already stiff staff right through the costume.

“No…n..nooo…don’t touch it…” Supergirl’s hips buckled as her cock was being aroused, made to become hard. She stooped away from the attack but the two lifted her up again. The strange thing tingled and felt weighted, it pushed madly against the scrap of material meant to cover only her mound.

“Ah, I see you’re liking this”

“No…I’m no…not…” Supergirl tried to say but as she looked down she could see the stains of wetness forming at the end of her penis. The head of the hard staff clearly shown thorough the costume, and at the tip it dripped with pre-arousal juices that soaked through.

“Mmmm, how hard you are now Supergirl.”

The fiend smiled, taking a position on all fours as Supergirl was brought around and forced down behind her.

“No…I cant…I wont….”

Athena struggled as the male clones pulled her cock from inside of her costume and the phony Supergirl slowly began backing into her.

“MMmm…yes….let me show you what you’ve taught me……” she said insanely as she pulled her panties to the side and slid Supergirl’s cock into her. “OOhhhhh gggoodd…is this how it feels to be Supergirl?....mmmm…make her fuck me…..”

“I wont…no…..” Supergirl said but it was useless. The girl pulled her inside and the feeling was something she had never experienced before. Her hips subconsciously began slamming into the Supergirl in front of her. Her cock seemed to have a mind of its own as her own arousals again took control of her.

“Yes Supergirl…give in to it…”

‘Feels so good….want to fuck her….want to punish her with my dick…..’ Supergirl slammed into her hard.

“OOOhhhhhh!!!!” the clone moaned.

“No….no…..” Supergirl caught herself but now the fake was pumping her from the front, pulling her into her moist mound.

“Aahhh…ahahhhh…mmmmm” Supergirl moaned, there was some dark satisfaction in this, she felt the staff throbbing, getting as hard as she had ever felt it as her hips spanked the fake’s ass, driving the cock deeper and deeper into her. It was becoming increasingly difficult to pull away from this aroused sensation, this madding feeling that she had never experienced before.

Suddenly, with a large thunderous crash the wall of the lab collapsed. Supergirl tried to pull free of the fake Supergirl but the girl continued to back into her, slamming and stroking the cock between her thighs.

From the settling ruble, the JLA entered the room with dozens of police behind them. The shadowy figure of Batman slowly turned his head to see the two.

“Batman…thank god you’re here!!!” the clone shouted.

Supergirl gasped she looked again at the clone whose hands were now bound with rope and who was her exact twin……..

“What? No, I’m the real...the real…” Supergirl’s body shuttered as the fake slyly backed into her again, and she instinctively plugged into the girl’s sex.

The feeling had intensified. The clone’s change in body from Wonder Woman to her own also had tightened her clit. With each pump the erotic tingling was almost madding of pushing into Supergirl’s own tight pussy.

‘Oh god….’ Supergirl couldn’t hold back the now uncontrollable push of exhilaration waiting to explode inside her.

“Help me…please…” the clone begged to the heroes, even now slyly pushing back for one final deep thrust. “AAAAIIIIiiiii…aaaaiiiiii…aaaiiiiiiiiiiiii” Her moans imitated Supergirl’s earlier outburst perfectly.

“AAAAIIIIiiiii….aaaiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnggggg..noo…nooooo” Supergirl felt herself losing control of the massive build up, the stiff cock attached to her throbbed repeatedly spilling its warm sticky white load into the bound fake Supergirl. Gobs of white cum dripped from under the shuttering fake’s panties, running down her legs from under the cover of her skirt.

“No…I didn’t mean to…” Supergirl finally was able to pull away as the last of the two male clones left her side to confronted the new threat but were easily pummeled by the heroes.

She quickly pulled away from the moaning fake, but the stiff penis continued to spew its juices uncontrolled, showering the Supergirl imitator in streams of cum.

“No please…don’t do this to me…..” the fake begged in mock humor only Supergirl could see, she acted distressed but licked her lips smiling, tasting the seed.

“Get away from her!!”

“But I didn’t mean…ouch…” Supergirl fell backwards landing on her bottom. The menacing figure of Superman stood over her. He grabbed her by her belt and lifted her off her feet.

“No…no, I’m the real….urk…real Super…..”

“You bag of bolts, how dare you lay a finger on my cousin!” Superman flung her backwards and Supergirl landed again painfully against the wall.

“Robin…Robin!!” Batman snapped at his young ward who seemed entranced watching the scene. Supergirl noticed the boy’s gaze at her, his eyes seemed locked on the large bulge in her crotch. Obviously the young boy had never heard of, let alone seen such a thing as that Wonder Woman clad girl. Supergirl blushed brightly as he stared, she tried to quickly cover the unmistakable package.

“Robin!” Batman finally broke the boy’s spell. “Take Supergirl to the League hall and have her checked out….we’ll finish with this….thing”

“No…I’m really Supergirl….” Athena pleaded but instead she found the grip of the real Wonder Woman.

“H..how dare you defile my costume with that.”

Supergirl felt her push her flat on the ground, her wrist were cuffed behind her as several officers surrounded her with guns pointed.

“Take her away! Your masters may have slipped by us, but not for long.”

The photographers snapped several pics of her in custody as she was led from the lab, her hands behind her unable to cover the protruding shame between her legs, but as she passed Batman, she heard him say.

“Wait!!”

She was turned around, her heart racing, ashamed as the stupid male cock was now in full view of all her peers…in front of Batman, one of the founding members of the League! She felt like she wanted to die.

He spun her around and ripped at the corset on her back. Still there was the device. Somehow he seemed to recognize it, she felt his hands just as Bruce Wayne had done, tampering with the device…..until…it fell free.

“Ah…I …I feel …..Super again!!!” She said elated. Finally Supergirl felt herself, she ripped the cuffs off as the police looked on shocked. With her powers not returned her super immune system fought off the foreign thing attached to her and the once hard cock softened into a gooey liquid that dripped from her crotch.

“She is Supergirl!” Batman said turning suddenly. “Robin!!!” He ran out after the boy and the fake Supergirl. Just down the hallway the junior hero was found sprawled on the floor, she had escaped.

“She could be anyone….” Supergirl silently vowed to repay the clever clone.

Supergirl found out that the Kingsleys’ tried to escape in a private jet heading to another country but the authorities would be waiting for them once they landed. The girl, Angela Baby, had been found and had been released. Batman explained how she had claimed to have been brainwashed into their plot. As for Professor Miller, he had escaped somehow.

In the following days the entire plot had been uncovered, keeping many of the details as top secret as not to tarnish Supergirl’s image. The Kingsley Empire had gone into ruins. Supergirl had been fully vilified, once again the champion of justice.