The Amazing Inflatable Supergirl!

by

Tom diCentauri

It was a pleasant, somewhat cloudy morning when Supergirl left Stanhope and flew north. The previous night's rain had stopped and shafts of sunlight shone through gaps in the clouds, promising more light to come. With a week of nothing to do until Linda Danvers had to begin her summer studies at Stanhope College, the mighty Girl of Steel had accepted an invitation from a friend and was on her way to join her.

She rose out of the chimney of the college's old, now-abandoned steam plant and soared high over the Village of Stanhope. Hands raised over her head, with her cape, skirt, and hair fluttering in her slipstream, she rose at a thirty-degree angle to an altitude of several thousand feet, leveled off, and flew on a course that followed State Highway 7, the Spruteville Road. Soon the patchwork of rectangles, pale stripes, and blobs that were what she saw of houses, streets, and shade trees faded into a landscape covered with trees, the pine forest that spread north from Stanhope. The highway itself seemed to vanish into the dark green expanse and she could only follow it by concentrating her attention just so and making the trees turn transparent for her. The light on her darkened and brightened as she flew into and out of the shadows of clouds. Below her she saw a ghost forest overlying an otherwise barren landscape over which the highway wended the easiest way.

Soon she saw the buildings, streets, and houses of the Village of Spruteville. Turning and tilting her hands to control her attitude, she rolled to her right and pitched and yawed her way through a forty degree turn, then she rolled back to her left, back into level flight, and pitched down into a shallow descent. Several miles ahead of her, on what the map had identified as the headwaters of the Tiggamac River, the water of Lake Winnihegan glittered in the sun. On the far side of the lake lay Camp Boudica, the Girl Scout camp where Carol Febliwitz had brought her troop for a two-week stay. Some clouds from the rainstorm that had washed the countryside the previous night still floated over the landscape, but there were wide enough gaps among them to let a good measure of sunlight down onto the forest.

Figuring that she would give the girls a chance to watch her arrival, she swooped low over the lake and made a slow pass in front of the camp. But instead of girlish squeals of delight and calls to friends to come see, all she heard was the sigh of the wind in the trees and the calls of birds. Then she remembered Carol's weird sense of humor and decided to play along. She pitched up and adopted a surfrider's pose, slipsliding on thin air as if sliding on a waxed floor. She landed on the little wooden dock where a canoe was tied up and walked nonchalantly up to the cabin. She half expected a dozen girls to explode from their hiding places to greet her, but the camp seemed deserted.

She walked into the cabin and called out for Carol. Silence was all she got back. She went into the long sleeping room and was taken aback to see thirteen life-sized inflated plastic punching bags. They were roughly sausage-shaped, though narrower at the top and broader at the base, and each bore the image of a Girl Scout in her uniform and transparent-green plastic Girl Scout raincoat, as if the raincoat had become an inflated toy with a girl trapped inside. And each image was unique, depicting a different girl. The thirteenth sent a chill up her spine: the image was that of Carol. She felt strangely warm and on impulse squinted at the bag in front of her.

Colors shifted as she turned her attention from the visible part of the spectrum to the infrared, the far infrared. She gasped in astonishment when she saw the bag in front of her glowing as brightly as a human body would. She looked around and saw that the other bags were also glowing brighter than the rest of the room, shedding heat at a rate that no simple balloon could sustain for more than a few seconds.

She looked around anew and the cabin turned transparent for her and then, tree by tree, the forest did the same. Soon she saw six glowing figures walking toward the camp. She turned her attention back to the visible realm of the electromagnetic spectrum and saw six women walking up the trail. Of the six she recognized only the woman with bright red-orange hair, wide brown eyes, and a slight overbite. She was Vindi Spuschwanker, a fellow student at Stanhope College.

"Don't worry, Carol," she said, "I'll get you and your girls out of this." She tried to leave, to go up into a tree to spy on the approaching women, but she found that she could not move her feet. She tried to levitate herself off the floor, but couldn't. She even tried sliding her feet out of her boots, but failed at that too. Then she heard the women from the forest come into the cabin.

"Oh...my...Gawd!" one woman cried out in disbelief.

"Woe!" another woman said. "That flypaper spell really works."

"Well, of course it does," someone said in a reedy little voice, almost like a little girl's.

The newcomers gathered around Supergirl, taking care to stay well outside her reach. Vindi stood in front of her and looked her over in awe.

"Vindi, what have you done to these Girl Scouts?" Supergirl asked.

Vindi opened her eyes wide in an expression of mock innocence. "Why, I haven't done anything to them. It was Miss Snrdlfrk who dealt with these intruders into our home." She pointed to the woman standing next to her.

She was short, perhaps a few inches shy of five feet. She had squinty eyes, a cute little nose and thick lips on a mouth that seemed just a little too wide. She looked like a pixie and she was looking quizzically at Supergirl.

"Snurddle Frek?" Supergirl said, trying to pronounce the name correctly.

"Miss Snrdlfrk," the pixie insisted in her reedy little-girl's voice.

"Miss Snrdlfrk," Supergirl corrected herself, "why did you turn these Girl Scouts into punching bags?"

"They were intruding into my friends' home," Miss Snrdlfrk said, "so I punished them. It was my friend Vindi who suggested the form the punishment should take."

"You made a mistake," Supergirl said. "It's your friends who are the intruders here. The Girl Scouts own this camp. Use your magic to check the records in the county assessor's office."

"And you'll see the records as Supergirl falsified them," the blond woman standing next to Vindi said. "You know how these Kryptonians came to Earth to use their superpowers to play their little pranks on our helpless population."

"As, indeed, I myself have done," Miss Snrdlfrk agreed. "Yes, I believe you are right, Vena. I don't need to check any records."

"But this is a Girl Scout camp," Supergirl objected, "and those are Girl Scouts. They belong here and your friends don't."

"You know," Vena said thoughtfully to Miss Snrdlfrk, "you could do our world a great favor and help us out as well. Help us rid ourselves of this Supergirl. Right, Vindi?" she asked. "Gwennifer? Shauncy? Saranita? You want to split a million bucks?"

The other women agreed that they did.

"We need a sample of a special mineral," Vena said then to Miss Snrdlfrk. "It's a metal that glows with green light. Can you make some for us?"

"I can't make it," Miss Snrdlfrk said, "but I have just found a piece of what you want about twelve bruniwhaps from here. I'll just beckon it." She closed her eyes and stood swaying slightly. About five minutes later a gray box floated into the cabin and came before her. She opened her eyes, reached out to grasp the box, and then handed it to Vena.

(Twelve bruniwhaps away, in a mansion overlooking the Tiggamac Valley, a man rushed to the room where servants had reported hearing the sound of breaking glass and found his vault open and his lead box with its chunk of kryptonite missing. In time some very bad people would die as a result of this, but that's another story.)

Vena hefted the box and went to stand in front of Supergirl. With a malicious smile she held out the box and opened the lid. Stinging cold fire flashed through Supergirl's body and the world went dull as her superpowers faded back into the spooky realm whence they came. As she weakened her legs went wobbly and she began to fall over.

"No!" she pleaded. "Please don't do that!"

"Hah!" Vena crowed. "Surely you're joking."

("I didn't know her real name was Shirley," Shauncy said. Vena gave her a poisonous look.)

"You're dead body's worth a million bucks to us," Vena went on as Supergirl fell to her hands and knees.

Vindi reached out and pushed the lead box's lid closed. "What's your hurry?" she asked Vena. "I want to play with her first." Then to Miss Snrdlfrk she said, "Can you turn Supergirl into a punching bag?"

"Certainly," Miss Snrdlfrk said.

She pushed Supergirl up until she was standing straight and pushed her hands until they were pressed flat against the sides of her thighs. Supergirl found that she was unable to resist and was forced to hold the positions that Miss Snrdlfrk imposed upon her. Then Miss Snrdlfrk contemplated Supergirl for a moment and tapped her lightly on the shoulder.

Supergirl felt as if something had exploded inside her and she heard a loud rubbery whump fill the room. She felt something lift her several inches off the floor and then she caught sight of herself reflected in a full-length mirror mounted on the wall opposite her. She saw that she had been changed into an image of herself printed upon the bright-red plastic of a bag shaped like a stretched out pear. But she was given little time to examine herself more fully.

"Whoo!" Vindi crowed as she gave Supergirl a vicious punch that sent her to the floor with a whap. Light as air, Supergirl bounced smartly back upright to be punched again.

"Did you see that?" Shauncy asked in astonishment. "Did you see how eagerly she came back up for you? She must love being a punching bag!"

"Yeah," Saranita agreed. "She wants us to have fun with her. Maybe she thinks that if we like her enough as a toy, we'll keep her alive."

Soft rubbery thumps filled the room as Vindi punched her toy again and again and then let her friends take their turns.

"It's like she's begging us for mercy," Gwennifer agreed.

"Yeah? Well, she can beg all she wants, but it won't do her any good," Vena said as she punched the inflated Girl of Plastic. "We're still going to snuff her out and turn her in for the reward."

The wicked women spent hours playing with their Supergirl punching bag, taking turns thumping her and making her bounce and wobble for their delight. The ones that were not bopping Supergirl turned their pugilistic attentions to Carol and her Girl Scouts, so that the cabin echoed with soft rubbery thumps throughout the day. Through it all, as far as Supergirl could tell from her constantly shifting viewpoint, Miss Snrdlfrk sat on one of the beds and watched to goings on with a bemused expression on her face, occasionally chuckling at one of the more clever taunts that the women threw in Supergirl's face as they punched her.

Night fell and after eating their supper Vindi and her friends devised a new torment for their special prisoner. Acting on Vindi's instructions, Miss Snrdlfrk reversed her transformation of Supergirl into a punching bag and put her under an obedience spell. Supergirl felt dizzy as the room echoed with an implosive thump and then stood dazed as if waiting for something to happen. She was aware that her superpowers had returned to her, but she had no desire to use them.

"Take off all of your clothes!" Vindi commanded.

Supergirl found herself obeying the command, even though she didn't want to do so. Inside her mind she kept calling to herself to stop, but her body seemed to act on its own, taking off her boots, loosening her belt and pulling her minidress with its attached cape over her head, and finally pulling down her panties and dropping them on top of her other clothes, which she had tossed onto the nearest bed.

Meanwhile, Vindi had gone to Carol's locker and taken from it Carol's Pert and Pretty™ Autumn Leaves shower cap. It was made of soft, smooth, transparent-blue plastic with red, orange, and yellow leaves printed on it in a swirling display suggestive of a tiara. A blue rubber band transformed a simple disc of plastic film into the waterproof beret that Vindi now held out to naked Supergirl.

"Put this on!" Vindi commanded.

Helpless to resist, Supergirl took the proffered shower cap and put it on, expertly tucking her soft, shoulder-length blond hair into it. The sensations of putting on another woman's most intimate plastic made strange warm thrills course through her body. To her horror, she understood that she was starting to come sexually aroused. She managed to get the growing arousal under control by asking herself what Carol would think of her getting hot over her shower cap. Her little victory was short-lived, however.

Vindi had whispered something to Miss Snrdlfrk. Now she confronted Supergirl.

"We are not as cruel as you think," she said. "We want you to enjoy the experience of being our slave. So get yourself hot!"

Supergirl felt her heart rate increase, felt her breathing deepen and speed up, and felt warm quivery thrills flash through her body. She felt a soft prickling in her nipples as they swelled and stiffened. To her horror she saw that Vindi was standing directly in front of her and that as a consequence she was falling in love with her. When Vindi rested a hand on her shoulder she drew a deep quavery breath, arched her back, and felt the pressure in her crotch slide her clitoris out of its sheath. She was close to climax. If Vindi would only....

Vindi lifted her hand off Supergirl's shoulder and said, "Now!"

Again Supergirl felt an explosion inside her and heard the loud rubbery whump. She felt the daze lifted from her mind, but before she could act Vindi grabbed her left bicep and held her left hand about six inches in front of her belly.

"Can you make her belly expand out this far?" Vindi asked Miss Snrdlfrk.

"Sure," the pixie answered. "Easy as kwdgrp."

("What's kood grup?" Gwennifer asked Vena. Vena merely shrugged.)

Supergirl felt as if she were inhaling a very deep breath and puffing out her belly. She looked down and saw her belly grow plump and round. When the process ended she looked as if she were pregnant.

"Ooh, looks like Supergirl's been very naughty," Gwennifer taunted.

Supergirl saw then that she had been changed by Miss Snrdlfrk's magic into a living inflated plastic doll. Standing before her captresses completely naked, wearing Carol's shower cap, and apparently pregnant, she felt thoroughly humiliated.

But Vindi wasn't through yet. She brought her soft, smooth, transparent-black plastic raincoat out of the cabin's guest bedroom, which she had taken for herself, and held it out to Supergirl.

"Put on my raincoat, slavegirl!" Vindi said.

Knowing that she was totally helpless, Supergirl obeyed. Again, feeling another woman's personal plastic on her bare skin made quivery thrills shoot through her and she became even more intensely aware of her sexually overheated state. It took an effort of will to keep herself from pushing the plastic into her crotch and masturbating herself to climax for her captresses' amusement. Only the presence of the Girl Scouts helped her to control her impulse.

Gwennifer brought an apron from the kitchen. It was a full apron made of the same transparent-green plastic used in the Girl Scouts' raincoats. It had a wide, ankle-length skirt and a large opaque-green trefoil was printed on the bib somewhat as Supergirl's ess-on-a-shield emblem was emblazoned across the bodice of her blue minidress.

Vindi pulled the hood of her raincoat up over Supergirl's head and then put the apron on her. She tied the ties behind her back in a neat bow and then examined her handiwork.

"There," she said with satisfaction. "Now, slavegirl, you will be our maid."

The women then began their preparations to go to bed. They undressed themselves, put on their shower caps and bathrobes, and went into the bathroom to shower. There they obliged Supergirl to serve them as their towel girl. She watched the women cavort in the shower and then, one at a time, get out to dry off. She offered each woman a clean towel and, when the woman had dried herself, helped her put her bathrobe back on. Vindi came out of the shower last and demanded that Supergirl not only provide her with a clean towel, but that she also use it to dry her captress.

As Supergirl rubbed the towel over Vindi's body the other women called out lascivious suggestions. She tried to ignore them, but she was intensely aware of her arousal and her accidental attraction to Vindi. When she lifted Vindi's breasts to dry under them, when she felt how soft they were, she nearly climaxed. Finally she had Vindi dried to Vindi's satisfaction and had helped her put on her bathrobe.

Back in the bedroom she was compelled to watch as the women put on their pajamas and got into bed. They demanded then that she come and tuck each of them in. She noticed through all of this that Miss Snrdlfrk still didn't participate directly in any of their shenanigans, but seemed content to sit and watch.

When the women were all comfortable in bed, Vindi turned the lights out and escorted Supergirl into the guest bedroom. There Vindi told Supergirl that she would be sleeping in the bed across the room from the window.

She half hoped that Vindi would let her wear her raincoat to bed as a nightgown. She wanted so desperately to play with herself and she wanted to be wearing Vindi's raincoat when she did. But Vindi demanded that she take off the apron and her raincoat before getting into bed. Reluctantly she obeyed and laid the raincoat and apron across the bed by the window. Then she got into the other bed. She thought that maybe, if Vindi were a deep sleeper, she might slip out of bed and get the raincoat to play with it later. But even that thought was vanquished when she saw Vindi take off her robe, drop it onto the bed next to the raincoat and then come to stand by the bed she was in. She felt an electric thrill that was not entirely fear shoot through her as she looked up at her captress.

"At last I've got you right where I want you," Vindi gloated. "You're all mine now, my personal plastic prisoner!"

Vindi slid herself into the bed with Supergirl. She was still wearing her Pert and Pretty™ Greek Fantasy shower cap, a beret-style cap made of transparent-gray plastic on which a wreath pattern of silvery-green olive leaves and pale brown olive twigs had been printed.

"I am so hot!" she whispered. "And all because of you! C'm'ere my pretty love slave!"

She half rolled herself on top of Supergirl and, trembling all over, kissed her. Supergirl tried to turn her head, but wasn't fast enough. Vindi's lips pressed against hers and her struggle to escape the kiss only intensified it. Vindi was beginning to breathe heavily and Supergirl, for her part, felt quivery inside, felt her heart beat faster, felt the pressure in her crotch intensify.

Vindi's voice trembled as she said, "Oh, my God, I can't believe I'm fucking Supergirl!"

She was panting as she fully mounted her prisoner, getting on top of her and sliding her right thigh between Supergirl's legs. Supergirl felt her rubbery-smooth breasts slide across her chest and press down soft and hot on her own A-cup mounds. She felt Vindi's belly press body heat into her with every breath Vindi took. And she felt Vindi's thigh press hot into her crotch, against her labia and her clitoris, and she squirmed in Vindi's grasp.

"Oh, yes," Vindi panted. "Try to get away, Supergirl! You're my helpless prisoner and I can play with you all I want."

She began to thrust with her hips then, rubbing her clitoris on Supergirl's thigh. She began to emit squeaky little grunts in her panting. She hugged Supergirl harder and rammed her clitoris even harder against her thigh, rubbing her own thigh against Supergirl's clitoris at the same time.

"Oh, Supergirl!" she moaned over and over as she climaxed, her thrusting motions becoming jerky as she bounced slightly on her inflated love-toy, rocking slightly from side to side.

Supergirl felt a tickling in her clitoris and then felt the pressure in her crotch seem to be released through her clitoris in long, hard spurts that sent shuddering waves of warmth throughout her body. Her climax was made all the hotter by Vindi's convulsions and the knowledge that she had been the cause of them. She wanted the sensation to go on all night, wanted Vindi to love her until the sun came up to fill the land with light. But even she couldn't climax for long and she went limp to bask in the afterglow of the heat-storm that had swept through her.

Vindi, too, exhausted herself. Satisfied, she simply went to sleep on her special plastic prisoner. As she let her head come to rest on the pillow, the body-warm plastic of her shower cap kissed Supergirl's left cheek and Supergirl felt her arousal come up anew and then fade.

After a time, Supergirl wanted to play with herself, but she couldn't reach the places she needed to touch: Vindi had them covered with her body and Supergirl was too weak to move her. It didn't help that she could not stop thinking about Vindi's raincoat, the more so when the clouds parted and allowed a ray of moonlight to shine upon its smooth plastic, showing her its texture in its highlights. Eventually, though, she drifted out upon the Sea of Somnus. She dreamed.

<<She had been lured into a magical trap in Witch Vindi's mansion and was now Vindi's helpless prisoner. The trap had simply turned her into a plastic punching bag, an image of herself printed upon the gray plastic of a pear-shaped bag held upright by the rubbery weight in its shiny black plastic base.

<<Vindi played with her, punching her, making her bounce, and gloating over her. She was wearing black satin pajamas and her transparent-black plastic raincoat and Supergirl imagined that she could feel Vindi's body heat radiating from the raincoat's soft, shiny plastic.

<<Then Vindi used a sparkling wand to change her from a punching bag into a naked, shower-capped living plastic doll. She led her prisoner into a narrow passage that was part of the mansion's air conditioning system. Here and there screen-covered vents showed views of other rooms.

<<In one guest bedroom she saw her boyfriend, Dick Malvern, who had also been turned into an inflated plastic slavedoll. He was wearing only his own transparent-gray plastic raincoat and she could see through the plastic that his penis was sticking up long and straight. Then she noticed something else.

<<"Did you have to make him so fat?" she asked Vindi in a soft whispery voice.

<<"Not fat," Vindi said with a wicked grin, "pregnant." Hearing Supergirl's astonished gasp, she went on to say, "He was wearing his raincoat when one of my henchboys porked him, so now he has a copy of his raincoat inside him. Whenever one of my boys plays with him, it gets a little bigger and he gets a little fatter. Someday soon he's going to have a new raincoat."

<<B... but...," Supergirl stammered.

<<"Oh, don't worry about him," Vindi said. "You can see that he seems to be enjoying it. And anyway I think one my boys is falling in love with him, so we may be seeing a wedding real soon."

<<They walked on and came to a vent overlooking a large room that was set up as an auditorium. Miss Snrdlfrk stood at the podium and Supergirl heard her soliciting bids. Then Supergirl saw that Miss Snrdlfrk was standing next to an auction block. Vena, turned into plastic and wearing her transparent-lilac plastic raincoat and a Girl Scout apron was standing on the block, her hands and ankles shackled with plastic sashes made like apron ties. Gwennifer, Shauncy, and Saranita, also turned to plastic and wearing plastic raincoats, aprons, and shackles, stood behind the auction block waiting their turn to be sold.

<<We certainly don't need them around," Vindi commented.

<<Next they came to Vindi's bedroom. The first thing that Supergirl noticed when she saw Vindi's double bed was that one of the pillows had a plastic pillowcase. She fell to her knees, wrapped her arms around Vindi's legs, and begged for mercy, begged Vindi to be gentle with her. As she wept she luxuriated in the softness, the smoothness, and the warmth of Vindi's raincoat.

<<Vindi undressed herself and went into the bathroom to take a shower, leaving Supergirl in the bedroom. As she heard water running in the bathroom, Supergirl picked Vindi's raincoat up off the chair onto which Vindi had tossed it, held it against her body, and pushed the plastic into her crotch to masturbate with it. She came to climax several times before she heard the water being turned off. She put the raincoat back onto the chair and stood submissively by Vindi's bed.

<<She saw Vindi come out of the bathroom naked but for her transparent-gray plastic shower cap with its printed-on olive wreath. Not wanting to wait any longer, Vindi pushed Supergirl into bed and got into bed with her. Then she embraced her toy, kissed her, and professed her love for her. As Supergirl quivered in growing excitement, Vindi got on top of her and made love to her, bringing both of them to one hot climax after another.

<<Suddenly Vena appeared and turned Vindi into a plastic doll, then took both Vindi and Supergirl to the auction room. Their hands and ankles bound with the plastic shackles that she had seen before, they stood and waited to be sold. Supergirl went on the block first and she saw that the only bidder was a shady looking character slouched in a chair in the middle of the room.

<<"One million dollars and not a penny more," the shady character said.

<<"One million dollars plus one hundred thousand," Supergirl said.

<<Vena looked at her in astonishment. "Are you bidding on yourself?" she asked.

<<"Yes," Supergirl said. "I think I should own myself."

<<"Very well," Vena said and brought down the gavel. "Sold for one million, one hundred thousand dollars."

<<Supergirl then found herself sitting in the bidders section of the room as Vindi was put up on the block.

<<"Two bucks," Supergirl bid.

<<No one challenged her bid and soon she had bought Vindi.

<<"I feel like some cheap two-dollar whore!" Vindi complained as Supergirl took possession of her.

<<"I like cheap two-dollar whores," Supergirl said as she embraced her warm plastic Vindi and kissed her.>>

She woke up then, but not in her usual instantly awake way. No, this time she came slowly out of her dream and seemed to go into another one, but the new dream became progressively more vivid and turned into the real world. Then she remembered: she no longer had her superpowers.

She felt something warm against her back and turned over just as Vindi came awake. A shiver ran through her as she saw the way Vindi looked at her.

"Ah, my big warm inflated plastic Supergirl doll," Vindi whispered. "Are you ready to play with me again?"

Supergirl shook her head, but Vindi simply rolled her onto her back and mounted her again. This time, with the room filled with morning light, Supergirl could see Vindi looming over her and coming down to kiss her. Again she felt the softness, smoothness, and warmth of Vindi's body pressed against her. And again her struggles only intensified the sensations of having Vindi on top of her.

To her horror she felt herself coming aroused. Seeing Vindi's red hair puffing out the shiny transparent-gray plastic of her shower cap right in front of her eyes made her feel warm and quivery inside. She became intensely aware of the pressure in her clitoris and she soon discerned that the signs of Vindi's arousal, her panting, her trembling, her clitoris pressing into her prisoner's thigh, were getting her hot. Soon she surrendered to the heat. She put her arms around Vindi's back and began to stroke Vindi to heat her up even more. Even though she couldn't make a sound, she cried out her commitment to her lover, "Oh, Vindi!" over and over again.

Slowly, as if to prolong the experience, to savor its sensations, Vindi began to move. She thrust her hips lazily to and fro, sliding her clitoris up and down Supergirl's thigh. She panted into Supergirl's ear and squeezed her as if trying to make her pop.

Helpless, Supergirl squirmed and writhed in Vindi's grasp. She kissed Vindi's neck and then, when Vindi turned her head to get her nose out of the pillow, found her face pushed into the warm plastic of Vindi's shower cap...and climaxed. She felt as if heat were blowing in long, hard spurts from her clitoris. But it didn't end. It was as if Vindi's motions were pumping her up, reinflating her with passion as fast as she blew it out. If she could have made a sound, she would have been moaning with pleasure.

Then Vindi jerked. Suddenly she began ramming her clitoris more forcefully against Supergirl's thigh and making quavery grunting sounds. As she convulsed in climax, she made Supergirl climax all the harder. Then, all too soon, it was over and Vindi lay panting on her toy. A moment later Supergirl felt the hot flash of Vindi's post-coital blush and felt a strange sadness: she knew that whatever happened during the day, this was the last time that she and Vindi would share a bed.

After resting for a time, Vindi got up and used the bedsheet to wipe her crotch slobber off Supergirl's leg. Then she commanded her slave to get up and get dressed.

Again Supergirl put on Vindi's raincoat and the Girl Scout apron. When Vindi had dressed herself, she pushed Supergirl into the main room of the cabin, where the rest of Vindi's gang waited. The women compelled Supergirl to serve them as they ate breakfast in the little dining area off the main room. When she had a moment to herself Supergirl looked around the kitchen and found a pencil and a small piece of blank paper.

She wrote on the paper 'Please give me the ability to speak'. She handed the paper to Miss Snrdlfrk, who looked at it, looked up at Supergirl, and said, "Done."

"Thank you," Supergirl said in a soft voice.

"The doll speaks," Gwennifer commented.

"And what could an empty-headed plaything possibly have to say?" Vena sneered.

"That I don't want to die," Supergirl said. She knelt before Vena. "Please don't kill me," she said in a quavery voice on the verge of breaking down. "Please just let me be your slave. I'll get you your million dollars. Just, please, let me be your toy." She began to cry then. She turned to Vindi, embraced her legs, and cried. "Please Mistress Vindi, please let me serve you as a maid. Please let me be your toy. I'll be good. Just try me. Please!"

"Wait a minute," Gwennifer said. "Did you say you could get us a million dollars?"

"Yes," Supergirl sobbed.

"How?" Shauncy asked. "You gonna rob a bank?"

"Have you heard of the Witch of Drammenkyll?" Supergirl asked, still sniffling.

"Yeah," Saranita said. "The legend says she piled up a huge treasure, but no one has ever been able to find it."

"That," Supergirl said half sobbing, "that's because no one has ever used x-ray vision."

"Oh, I get it," Vena said with a sneer. "We're supposed to let you get your powers back so you can find the witch's treasure for us. You must think we're stupid."

"No," Supergirl said in a quavery voice. "I already know where it is. I'll draw a map if...if you'll just promise to give me to Vindi so I can be her slave."

"How much treasure is there?" Saranita asked.

"More than a ton of gold," Supergirl said, "along with silver and jewels."

"Sounds good to me," Gwennifer said.

"Yeah, let's do it," Shauncy agreed. Saranita also indicated her approval of the proposal.

Vindi simply stared in awed silence and tried not to look eager to have Supergirl.

Vena sighed. "All right. Vindi can have Supergirl as her blowup slave, but only after we find the treasure."

They brought a large piece of blank paper with Supergirl and the pencil she had used to one of the game tables in the main room and Supergirl drew a map of the area surrounding Camp Boudica and the lake. She labeled all the relevant features and then, with Shauncy holding her from behind, she pointed out the route they should follow down the Tiggamac River.

"Since I don't have my superpowers," Supergirl said to Miss Snrdlfrk, "you will have to protect the girls from any dangers they may encounter."

She then pointed out the most dangerous areas and prompted Miss Snrdlfrk to call out their names as a means of memorizing them. She pointed to one area as especially dangerous.

"Kehrf Luddroonss Falls," Miss Snrdlfrk said.

"That doesn't sound right," Shauncy said. "I've never heard of Kehrf...," but it was too late.

The air around Miss Snrdlfrk began to sparkle and she began to go transparent. "No!" she cried as she vanished into a glittering cloud. "Oh, you sneaky darned witch!" she screamed at Supergirl as the cloud disappeared with a soft pop.

A loud ragged series of rubbery whumps echoed in the room and then a thump as Supergirl's buttocks hit the floor and then a thump and a yelp as Shauncy's buttocks hit the floor.

Supergirl felt her superpowers rush back into her and saw the world slow down for her, but it didn't happen quickly enough. She felt an intense stinging burning cold sensation fill her body, felt her superpowers fade again, and went limp on the floor. She saw Vena standing over her holding the kryptonite up in triumph.

"Yeah, you think you're so clever, Stupidgirl," Vena said. "Well here's how clever you are: now you're going to die!"

There was a swish of plastic and then Vena yelped as four bodies drove into her and slammed her down onto the floor. The kryptonite and the lead box skittered across the floorboards and went under two beds.

Vindi turned to see what the commotion was just as Carol executed a letter-perfect flying tackle on her. Grabbing her around her waist, Carol bore Vindi down onto the floor and straddled her, holding her helpless.

Six other Girl Scouts, in pairs, took down the other three witches. The smallest girls, Maria and Stephanie, leaped nimbly over the figures struggling on the floor and reached under the beds to retrieve the kryptonite and the lead box. Maria quickly put the kryptonite into the box as Stephanie held it for her and then Stephanie shut the lid.

"Are you all right?" Maria asked Supergirl as she knelt down by her.

"I am now," Supergirl said, "thanks to you girls."

Stephanie offered her the lead box and she accepted it. Then with everyone watching she pinched the lead to make sure that it was sufficiently malleable and then squeezed it, swaging the lead onto the kryptonite like a rind on an orange. Then, using the ropes that the girls used for knot-tying practice, she bound Vindi and her gang and sat them down on two of the beds. Satisfied that the situation was well in hand, she took off the apron, Vindi's raincoat, and Carol's shower cap and put her own clothes back on.

"I'm not sure you want this back," she said as she handed the shower cap back to Carol.

Carol accepted it with a smile. "I'd share a shower cap with you any day of the week."

A red-haired Girl Scout named Irene came and reported, "I called the sheriff and he's sending some deputies to pick up our trash."

"You had better let us go right now!" Gwennifer snarled at Supergirl. "When Miss Snrdlfrk gets back from wherever you sent her, she's going to make you our slave again and this time we won't be so nice to you unless you obey us now."

Supergirl wagged her finger in Gwennifer's face. "First," she said, "she can't return to our world in less than three months. And second, my cousin has had some experience with someone else from her world, a Mister Mxyzptlk, and his experience tells him that when any of these people return to their world in the Fifth Dimension they develop a remarkable case of amnesia. It's as if they experience their sojourns in our world as a kind of dream state that fades once they return home and awaken. If Miss Snrdlfrk comes back, she might have some vague memory of disliking me, though she won't remember the reason. But she certainly won't remember you or any reason why she might want to do you any favors."

"Uh, speaking of favors," Shauncy prompted, "what about the treasure?"

"Ah, glad you reminded me," Supergirl said. She picked up the forgotten treasure map, folded it twice lengthwise, and then stared at it. Starting at the top end the paper flared up and blew away in a thin haze of smoke and ash.

"No!" Gwennifer, Shauncy, and Saranita cried out at once.

"You promised us the treasure," Vindi said to Supergirl. "Where's your Kryptonese honor now?"

Supergirl tapped her heart twice with her right fist. "Right here," she said, "and perfectly intact. My promise to lead you to the treasure was predicated upon your promise not to try to kill me. When Vena opened the box and took out the kryptonite, she voided both promises."

"Thanks, Vena," Gwennifer said sarcastically.

"Don't blame me," Vena said harshly. "Blame these little bimbos for interfering, 'cause I certainly do." To the Girl Scouts she added, "I'll make you pay for this, all of you."

"That's no way to talk to someone who just saved your life," Supergirl said sharply to Vena.

"You mean ruined my life," Vena snarled. "I was on my way to the good life and these bitches got in my way. I'll never forgive them for that."

"On your way to the good life?" Supergirl said incredulously. "Did you really think that you could simply give my body to a gang of vicious criminals and that they would just let you walk away with a million dollars? I have had experience with those men and their victims and I can tell you that the best thing that would have happened to you is that they would have kidnapped you and sold you all into white slavery. You would most likely have ended up as a sex toy in some Middle Eastern harem. I can't speak for you, but that's not my idea of the good life."

"So you say," Vena sneered. "But I'm still going to get my revenge on your little friends. In fact you've given me a great idea. Maybe I can sell them into white slavery and still get my million bucks."

"I don't think so," Carol said. "Are you forgetting that you're all in trouble with the law."

Vena gave Carol a dismissive snort. "Oh, yeah! Trespassing? Yeah, that's real trouble. We'll spend maybe thirty days in jail if the judge wants to be hard on us. Face it, Supergirl. Your bimbo-friends are doomed and there's nothing you can do about it."

"She doesn't have to do anything," Carol said. "The charge won't be anything minor like trespassing or burglary."

"Carol, I don't think...," Supergirl started to say.

Carol held up her hand to forestall Supergirl's complaint. "I hope this doesn't hurt our friendship," she said, "but I have to think about my girls."

Supergirl looked at the Girl Scouts and saw that, in spite of their putting up a brave front, the skin on their arms and faces was showing slight tremors. She listened and heard their hearts beating a little too hard and fast.

"No," she said to Carol. "I'll stand with you on this."

"On what?" Vena demanded. "What nasty ol' charge do you think you're going to bring against us?"

"Attempted murder," Carol said quietly. "We all saw what you tried to do with that kryptonite and heard you clearly state your intention to kill Supergirl and receive your accomplices' agreement."

All five members of Vindi's gang went completely pale. Outside two sheriff's cars drove up and the deputies got out to take delivery of their prisoners. Supergirl pulled the bound girls up off the beds and escorted them out to the cars. Vindi went last and paused before surrendering to the deputy.

"I'd like to have a word in private with Supergirl, if I may," Vindi said, putting on her best whipped puppy face.

The deputy agreed and Supergirl led Vindi into the guest bedroom where Vindi had ravished her the night before.

"There's nothing you can say that's going to change anything," Supergirl cautioned Vindi.

"I'm not through with you," Vindi said quietly. "We'll see how well your Supergirl reputation fares when I tell the world what you did in my bed."

Supergirl looked at Vindi and smiled. "Yeah, that was good, wasn't it? You got me so hot.... Oh, my dear Vindi, will you marry me?" she asked.

Vindi looked stunned. "Huh?" was all she could manage to say.

"Will you marry me and be my wife?" Supergirl said. She took Vindi in an embrace and kissed her. Slowly she tightened her hug and blew air into Vindi's mouth. She began breathing heavily as she felt Vindi's belly swelling from the pressure building up in her lungs. She kissed Vindi's left cheek. "Will you come naked to my bed and let me have my way with you?" she panted into Vindi's left ear.

Desperately Vindi tried to squirm free of Supergirl's grip. "No!," she said. "Are you nuts? You'd kill me!"

"Are you sure?" Supergirl asked, giving Vindi a disappointed look. "Because you need to know that if you ever tell anyone what we did in your bed, Kryptonese law and custom give me the right to claim you as my bride." She allowed Vindi to pull a little bit away from her then. "And, no, I won't kill you...because we will make our love nest in Kandor."

"B...but the gravity...," Vindi stammered. Then she bowed her head and, utterly defeated, began to cry.

Supergirl embraced her and gently rubbed her back, allowing to regain her composure before taking her back out to the waiting deputy. Then she brought out the girls' packs, failing to note that Vindi's pack was ever so slightly too light.

When she came back into the cabin she found the girls trying to weigh the lead-encased kryptonite.

"How much does it weigh?" Irene asked.

"I'd guess about two pounds," Supergirl said, "not counting the lead."

"That's worth ten thousand dollars," Schiffondra said.

"And well worth it," Supergirl said. "You girls did a great job of rescuing me and stopping Vindi's gang. This troop deserves every cent of that reward."

"Yeah, but you gave us a perfect setup," Nancy said. "That was quite an act you put on, begging for your life so that you could trick Miss Snrdlfrk into going home."

"I'm not sure how much of an act it was," Supergirl said. "I was really scared, but mostly for you girls."

"Well, there's nothing to be scared of now," Carol said. "So let's get this camp officially opened." To Supergirl she added, "You're welcome to join us if you like."

"I would like that very much," Supergirl said.

It had begun raining again, so Carol went to the storage cabinet and took out a folded-up Girl Scout raincoat. Indicating that it was a spare kept at the camp for just such an emergency, she offered it to Supergirl.

"I know it's not your favorite color," she said, "but it's all we have."

Supergirl unfolded the raincoat and slipped her arms into the sleeves. The plastic let out a soft swish as she put the coat on and ran her hands over it. She closed the magnetic patches down the placket and smoothed the plastic down her body. "Yeah," she agreed, "I'm not fond of green, except when it has this on it." She pointed to the opaque forest-green plastic trefoil applique that had been heat-sealed to the raincoat's plastic just above her left breast. Then she pulled the hood up over her head and neatly tied its doubled-plastic ribbons under her chin.

They went outside then, went down to the grassy patch by the lakeside. Rain fell on them and they heard the soft roar of its fall, the spattering hiss of raindrops hitting the lake, the sigh of wind in the trees, and the patting of raindrops on their raincoats. They followed Carol's example and held their arms out in a gesture of greeting. Then they sang with a melody adapted from Georges Bizet's "Au Fond du Temple Saint":

"In faith we wait for you.

In hope we implore you,

Eternal Feminine.

Come to us with your wisdom,

Humanity's salvation.

Here in this quiet place

listening and waiting

we stand with open hearts.

Fill our hearts, spirit of friendship,

as we are gathered here in sisterhood.

Give us strength to come together

and care for each other as sisters should.

Let us be fair and honest,

as friendly and helpful as women could.

Bring us together

Hold us together

Keep us together

For good."

Having finished the song and the ritual of opening the camp, they went back into the cabin, took off their raincoats, and set up proper housekeeping.

Supergirl stayed in the camp for the rest of the week as Carol's guest. She felt a little strange sleeping in the bed where Vindi had played with her while Carol slept in the other bed, but she had warm dreams that she would replay later. The first night was the hardest for her. She woke up in the wee hours of the morning shedding hot tears into her pillow, tears of both shame and sorrow.

She knew that Vindi had not intended her any kindness when she had played with her. Nonetheless, what Vindi had done to her had made her feel so intensely good that she found herself wanting to be Vindi's plastic prisoner again. She wanted to be wearing only a transparent-blue plastic Pert and Pretty™ Supergirl shower cap and to be kept naked in Vindi's bedroom. She wanted to be Vindi's toy, to be pushed into Vindi's bed at night. She wanted to enjoy the experience of having Vindi, wearing her own shower cap, getting on top of her and ravishing her again and again. She got hot just thinking about the idea. She felt a twinge of shame at wanting to diminish herself to the status of another woman's sex toy, but she also felt sad that she would never again feel Vindi soft and hot on top of her.

During the day she played with the girls, letting them ride on her back as she flew out over the lake or going on nature hikes with them. In the evenings or when it rained again she participated in the board games in which her superpowers would not give her an unfair advantage, losing terribly at Monopoly.

She hadn't brought a bathing suit, so when the girls went swimming in the lake she went naked. She showed the girls how to take a running leap off the dock and execute a perfect back flip into the water. Then she tied a tow rope around her waist and provided the propulsion for those girls who wanted to try water skiing.

When the time finally came for her to leave, to return to Stanhope, she and her friends hugged each other and cried. Then she stood on her thrust and watched the camp fall away from her.

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Late at night in the Alpha Lambda house, in a room near the back on the second floor, Linda Danvers lay awake. She only needed a few hours of sleep a night, so she spent most of each night either lying awake and reviewing material she had learned in her classes during the day or going out as Supergirl to fly over Stanhope. This night she did neither. When she was certain that everyone in the sorority house was soundly asleep, she got out of bed, took off her wig and pajamas, and went to her closet.

She opened a hidden panel in the false wall and took out Vindi's raincoat and shower cap and a locket. Going to a spot at the foot of her bed where she had laid a mat on the floor, she put on the raincoat, knelt on the mat, and set the shower cap before her. Then she opened the locket and set it on the floor next to her.

As radiation from the speck of kryptonite embedded inside the cameo in the lead-lined locket flashed through her, she felt her superpowers fade away. The world became flat and dull to her senses. And she became weak enough that she dared to stimulate herself into what some people likened to an epileptic fit, confident that she could do no damage.

She stroked the raincoat's plastic, enjoying the feel of its softness, its smoothness, the way it warmed so readily to her touch. And she went into her reverie.

<<She imagined that she had asked the authorities to parole Vindi into her custody and that she had taken her hapless prisoner to her cousin's Arctic Fortress of Solitude. There she had put Vindi onto a stretcher, padded like an astronaut's couch, and take her through the hyperspatial tunnel into the City of Kandor, the ancient capitol of Krypton suspended in a patch of shrunken spacetime within a forcefilm bubble. Once inside the city she had her robot servants drive Vindi to the house that she had acquired, one built upon a parquet of anti-gravity plates that would make the gravity inside the house tolerable to Vindi and also make it a perfect prison.

<<She had come home and Vindi had come to her wearing only a black camisole and half slip and her raincoat. Vindi knelt before her and begged for the privilege of pleasing her.>>

She stroked the plastic over her breasts and felt her nipples swell and stiffen. She began breathing more deeply and she felt her heart beat faster and harder. Opening the front of the raincoat, she picked up Vindi's shower cap and rubbed it on her belly.

<<She took off all of her clothes and pushed Vindi into the bedroom, then she took her hapless prisoner in an embrace so that she could feel her raincoat's plastic filled with her warmth. Then they were both naked and both were wearing their shower caps. Supergirl wore her K'litsu vo Karu™ Starburst shower cap, a beret-style cap made of soft, smooth, clear plastic that had thin pastel lines in starburst patterns printed on it and a translucent-white rubber band. Vindi wore her Pert and Pretty™ Greek Fantasy shower cop. She pushed Vindi to the bed and sat her down on it.

<<She saw that Vindi was trembling with anxiety and she knew that the symptoms of anxiety could be transmuted into those of sexual arousal: men did it all the time. She knelt before Vindi then and kissed the tops of her thighs. Then she looked up at Vindi and once again swore her lover's oath,

"On my libido I will do my best

to heat up my id and my body

and to obey my animal urges;

to help my lover get totally hot;

to keep myself heavily panting,

excitedly trembling and clitorally straight."

With that she pushed Vindi down onto the bed and stood over her.>>

She slid Vindi's shower cap between her legs and rubbed it on the insides of her thighs. She was letting out little quavery squeals now and felt especially warm inside. She was panting and trembling all over. She slipped Vindi's shower cap into her crotch and began rubbing her labia and clitoris with it.

<<She crawled onto the bed and mounted Vindi, enjoying the feel of her softness and warmth. She kissed Vindi's left breast and felt the nipple swell and stiffen. She heard Vindi's breathing deepen and shudder. Then she heard what she always craved.

<<"Please, Supergirl," Vindi moaned, almost crying, "please be gentle with me.">>

She jerked and writhed and arched her back as she felt the pressure in her clitoris seem to gush out of her in long hard spurts, sending waves of warmth flooding throughout her body in convulsions that shook her to her core. Still stroking herself, she wet Vindi's shower cap. Then it was over, the passion-storm abated, and she knelt on her mat panting and waiting. She imagined coming to her house in Kandor and seeing Vindi wearing only her shower cap and raincoat. In her imagination she put her lips on Vindi's left breast so that she could feel Vindi's nipple swell and stiffen, pushing the raincoat's warm plastic into her kiss. Against that image the heat of her post-coital blush triggered another, small orgasm.

After a time she got up and took off Vindi's raincoat. She wiped up the wetness that had come from her crotch and closed the locket. As superpower surged back into her, she neatly folded the raincoat and put the shower cap with it. Then she put her toys back into the hidden compartment in her closet. Finally she put her wig and pajamas back on and went back to bed.

To get a good impression of what Vindi Spuschwanker looks like in her transparent-black plastic raincoat, go to www.sealwear.co.uk/catalogues/pvc-u-like/rainwear and look at the model displaying style PA3 TB (as of 2003 Oct 13).