Supergirl - Pleasure Slave of the Plastic Witch

by

Tom diCentauri

Presented to Our Lord and Master,

X-Man Supremo,

for the fiftieth anniversary of the real Supergirl,

May 18, 1959.

It was raining heavily from dark gray skies when Supergirl walked into the lobby of the Weinstoff Plastics Building. Here she could have visited the home offices of a number of familiar companies whose products she used in her alternate identity as Linda Danvers. There was Pert and Pretty™, which had made Linda's Fairy Princess shower cap and PlastiQueen™, which had made the Wonder Woman apron that Edna Danvers had given to her before she knew that her foster daughter was a superheroine in her own right. There was the Stormette Rainwear Company™, which had made Linda's transparent-blue plastic raincoat. There was the Everplast Company™, which made inflatable toys, such as the bounce-back punching bags like the life-sized Batgirl and Wonder Woman punching bags that Linda used as masturbating toys. There was Vinylhaven™ Stores and more....

As she strode toward the elevators she became aware that people were staring at her rather more intently than usual. She knew the reason: over her familiar red-caped blue minidress she was wearing the plastic raincloak that she had brought back from one of her visits to her birth parents in the shrunken city of Kandor. She didn't really need it, but she didn't want to come to this meeting soaking wet. Sure, she could have shaken the water off her, but she had discovered early on that shaking off water droplets at near sonic speed had bad effects on nearby scenery. Likewise, though she could have used her heat vision to raise her body temperature to evaporate the water, that ploy tended to turn closed spaces into saunas. So she wore her raincloak and enjoyed the extra attention it brought her.

It was indeed a sensation. Though the paper-thin plastic was as soft as a silk scarf, it was as invulnerable as she was, able to contain the explosion of a nuclear bomb if it had been large enough to wrap around the device. As smooth as Supergirl's own skin, the plastic had a slightly rubbery feel to it. The raincloak itself consisted of an ankle-length cape that had arm-holes extending from Supergirl's shoulders to her waist, a pixie-style hood, and hip-length capelets in lieu of sleeves, all made of the same transparent pale-blue plastic. As Supergirl walked waxy highlights dancing across the swirling plastic brought ghostly inch-wide red-and-yellow Super-esses flickering into and out of visibility and the billowing of the plastic made her yellow belt and her ess-on-a-shield emblem blur and then snap back into sharp focus as the faintly hazy film pulled away from her costume and then slapped back against it. She had the hood snugged around her face by means of the hood's extended corners, which adhered to magnetic patches on opposite shoulders. From the stares that she got and the increased infrared radiation that she saw coming off the bodies of the men and some of the women she formed the belief that the plastic was radiating an especially feminine warmth.

She rode the elevator to the tenth floor and walked down an empty corridor to the offices of (according to the sign on the door) Vinyl Ink™, makers of plastic shower curtains and table covers. She opened the door and walked into what was clearly an outer office and found a woman waiting for her. Apparently the woman had arrived only recently: she was still wearing her transparent-gray plastic raincoat, her only concession to being indoors being that the hood was thrown back across her shoulders.

"Vell, you are qvite punctual," the woman said in a noticeable German accent. She stood a little taller than Supergirl, about five-nine, and wore her platinum-blond hair in a pageboy style. She had hazel eyes and sensuous lips. And she had a calm, friendly demeanor that put Supergirl at ease.

"I don't like to waste other people's time," Supergirl replied as she closed the door behind her.

"And ve shall not vaste your time," the woman said. She beckoned to Supergirl to follow her and went to the door to the inner office. "Zis meeting vill be brief," she said as she opened the door and allowed Supergirl to go through first. Then she followed Supergirl into the office, closed the door, and took off her raincoat, half folding it and tossing it onto a chair with a soft swish.

Suddenly Supergirl felt dizzy. The world seemed to go dull and lifeless as the aetherial nimbus that gave her the whole panoply of her superpowers retreated back into the extra-spatial realm whence her Kryptonese physiology evoked it. She staggered and felt strong hands grip her upper arms to steady her.

"Supergirl!" the woman said, her voice carrying a clear tone of concern. "Is somezing wrong? You seem to have lost your balance."

"Just a dizzy spell," Supergirl said. "It felt like a kryptonite meteor went flying past." She straightened her stance and tried to pull away from the woman, but couldn't break free of the woman's grip.

"Sorry," the woman said as she released her. Then she grabbed Supergirl's arms again. "Vait!" she said. "Did you yust try to pull avay from me and fail?"

"Yes," Supergirl said with a note of puzzlement in her voice.

"Try again," the woman said. "Harder!"

Gently at first, but then with all the strength she could muster, Supergirl strained against the woman's grip. She could barely budge the woman, much less break free of her grip. "I can't do it," she said.

"Mein Gott!" the woman exclaimed. "You are as veak as a kitten! Zis cannot be good for you." Then she called out, "I t'ink ve are ready!"

Before Supergirl could puzzle over what that meant, she heard the door to her right open. She looked and saw the woman she had once called a heinous blowpig come into the room.

Deasie Ghameggs was a zaftig young woman only an inch or so taller than Supergirl's five-five. She had an almost boyish face with blue eyes and a mouth that quirked into a lopsided smile. She wore her chestnut-brown hair in a style like Supergirl's; parted on the left side of her head and rising up in a widow's peak over her forehead, it fell straight to her shoulders, but where Supergirl's blond hair rolled up into a thick curl, Deasie's hair had been cut. She was wearing her transparent-green plastic raincoat over what looked like a white cashmere dress and over the raincoat she also had on a calf-length serving apron made of the same transparent lime-green plastic. Thin curlycues had been printed on the apron in arrays that suggested floral patterns and Supergirl assumed that the opaque dark-green ink contained kryptonite dust.

She was a pretty woman, certainly,...but only on the outside. She had inherited properties that displayed some of the country's most beautiful landscapes. She could have preserved that beauty and still been a wealthy woman, but she had chosen instead to develop those properties into cheapo subdivisions. She had used the profits from those sales to buy other "undervalued" properties, subject them to low-quality development, and sell them in turn. She had even turned Superman's home town into a toxic (both physical and moral) waste, now often derided as Smellvile. The deadly sin of Avarice, commonly called greed, had deformed her soul into something foul and ugly. An intensely narcissistic nihilism seemed to guide her every move. And now this monster stood face to face with a powerless Supergirl.

"You look like an inflated doll," she said. She half turned, as if reaching behind her for something, and then, with a warm swish of plastic, she spun back around and rammed her right fist into Supergirl's belly.

The whap of Deasie's fist hitting the plastic of Supergirl's raincloak merged with the grunt of Supergirl's breath being punched out of her. Jolted by the blow, Supergirl bent over Deasie's fist. There was no pain - Kryptonese physiology has a pain threshold that no amount of punching by a Terran can reach - but the blow sapped some of Supergirl's remaining strength. She tried to straighten herself up, but a strong hand pressed down on her back and prevented her from rising.

"That's it," Deasie gloated. "Bow to your mistress!" She put both hands on Supergirl's back to hold the struggling woman down. "Now," she said, "kneel before me"

"No!" Supergirl said and she redoubled her effort to straighten up.

Deasie took her hands away and allowed Supergirl to straighten up, aided somewhat by the German woman, who was still gripping her biceps. Before Supergirl could react, Deasie, no longer inhibited by the possibility of hurting her hand on Supergirl's body, punched Supergirl's belly with all the strength she could muster. At the same time the German woman executed a half crouch, pressing her knees against the backs of Supergirl's legs to collapse Supergirl's stance.

Supergirl went down on her knees and felt the German woman quickly shift her hands from holding her arms to pressing down on her shoulders. The woman straightened her up without allowing her to get up off her knees. Gasping for breath, Supergirl was thus forced to watch in horror as Deasie took a step toward her. Then she felt Deasie put both hands on the back of her head and shove her face into her apron. Supergirl felt soft, smooth plastic press warmly against her face and especially her lips and she felt Deasie's belly pressing rhythmically against her in time with Deasie's breathing.

"Yes, you may kiss my apron," Deasie said.

"Mmph!" Supergirl complained as she struggled to pull away.

Deasie only pressed the hapless superheroine's face more firmly against her plastic. "I don't believe you have been properly introduced to my friend," she said. "You have been captured ... and humiliated by one of the most powerful witches in the world. Marla Schauerkappe has come all the way from Übleck in Germany to make you my toy."

"Hmmhmpf!" Supergirl protested.

Deasie released Supergirl. "Imagine the headline in the Daily Planet - 'Deasie Ghameggs Fucks Over Supergirl!'" (Yeah, imagine that! - TdC).

Supergirl got up and stood with her head bowed. She knew that there was nothing for her to say.

Deasie put her right hand under Supergirl's chin and lifted her head to gaze into her eyes. "Marla is going to take you with her now to finish your processing. When she's done, you will be my punching bag forever!"

"No!" Supergirl said, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Ja," Marla said as she gave Supergirl a light shove forward and released her. "I must get my raincoat."

Deasie took Supergirl in an embrace to hold her helpless. Stroking Supergirl's back, she said happily, "I am going to have so much fun playing with you!"

"Ve go now," Marla said as she took Supergirl's left hand. She had rolled up her raincoat and tucked it under her arm rather than putting it back on. She towed Supergirl out of the office and in the empty corridor she put her right arm around Supergirl and took her to the freight elevator. They rode the elevator to the roof and came out under an overhang that protected the elevator from the weather.

Immediately in front of them an iridescent ovoid pod about the size of a telephone booth lying on its side floated a foot off the roof. As they approached the pod a slit appeared in its side and material above the slit peeled up and back. Marla tossed her raincoat into the pod and in that brief instant Supergirl saw that all she had to do was break away from Marla and leap over the roof's parapet: she felt sure that she would regain her powers before she hit the street. But before she could act Marla wrapped both arms around her, picked her up, and laid her onto the pod's chaise-like seat. She made sure that Supergirl's raincloak was completely inside the vehicle and then she climbed in and laid herself down on top of her prisoner. The side of the pod rolled back down and resealed itself. The pod floated forward, gaining speed, and turned invisible before climbing into the sky above downtown Metropolis, rising into the clouds and heading away from the city.

"Marla," Supergirl pleaded, "please don't do this!"

"Did you not hear Deasie say zat ve are friends?" Marla replied in an astonished tone. "Perhaps you vere too stunned to be listening, ja?"

"Wh - what are you going to do to me?" Supergirl stammered. "What did Deasie mean when she said I was going to be her punching bag forever?"

"Ah, so you vere listening," Marla said. "Vell, you see, I am going to turn you into an inflated plastic doll."

"No," Supergirl moaned.

"Oh, do not vorry," Marla said. "You vill not be dead. No, vhen Deasie has you fully blown up, you vill be conscious and you vill be able to move. Deasie vants you as a slavegirl as vell as a punching bag. It vill please her to have you as her maid."

"No, please," Supergirl moaned again. "I don't want to be a plastic doll." Tears began running down her cheeks.

"Don't be afraid," the witch said soothingly. "It von't hurt. I promise. And you von't pop. I vill make your plastic as tough as your raincloak. Ja, you vill last forever!"

Supergirl began to cry. Marla slid her arms around her and hugged her.

"You are sad now," the witch said softly into Supergirl's ear, "but zat vill change. You vill have fun vhen I play vis you. Ve vill have almost a veek, I t'ink, until Batgirl falls into my trap."

"B - Batgirl?" Supergirl said. "You're using me as bait to trap Batgirl?"

"Ja," Marla said. "Batgirl is coming to get caught in my trap. And zen," she added in a voice expressing something like awe, "she vill become mein Plastikgefangener and you vill go to live happily ever after vis Deasie."

Supergirl simply moaned softly and squirmed slightly in the witch's embrace. She felt oddly warm and quivery inside, the feelings of humiliation she had suffered earlier having faded out and left an indefinable something else in their wake.

Soon the pod began to descend toward a forested mountainside. It dipped through a gap in the trees, dodged among the trees following a long winding drive, and came to a house that had been built into the mountainside itself. Water running down the mountain was diverted by low rock walls into spouts that sent it gushing off what little roof jutted from the rock face and into rock-lined pools, whence it spread out to resume its flow down the mountain. The pod floated slowly toward the right side of the house, toward the garage, whose door opened for it, then turned around and backed into the garage, settling into a cradle that held it like an egg cupped in a hand.

Again the pod peeled itself open. Marla got up off Supergirl and stepped backward out of the vehicle. Then, still leaning into the pod, she slid her left arm behind Supergirl's back, wrapped her right arm around Supergirl's legs, pulled Supergirl out of the pod, and set her on her feet.

"I t'ink you vill like zis place," Marla said as she gave Supergirl a gentle push toward the door that led into the house.

Supergirl thought about trying to run, to get away from Marla and whatever kryptonite she was carrying to make her weak and powerless. But before she could act she saw the garage door close, trapping her. Apparently the kryptonite was not only weakening her physically, it was slowing her down mentally as well. With no viable alternative before her, she climbed the single step and went into the house with Marla right behind her.

They came into a wide, open kitchen. As Marla closed the door behind them Supergirl pulled the ends of the elongated corners of her raincloak's hood off their magnetic patches and pushed the hood back to lie across her shoulders. She shook out her hair and noticed to her right a laundry room and a bathroom set at the rear of the home, where it dug deepest into the mountain. Before she could take a closer look she felt Marla's right arm slide around her waist and then Marla led her through the house to its north end.

They came out of the kitchen and its adjacent dining area, passed the front door, and went through the living room. From front to rear, Supergirl estimated, the house was dug a little less than one hundred feet into the mountainside. It had been built, furnished, and decorated in the futuristic style called Metropolis Moderne: it looked like something out of "The Jetsons". Swishing softly as she walked, Supergirl allowed Marla to guide her into a hallway that ran along the rear of the house, a hallway illuminated during the day, Supergirl guessed, by light piped into the ceiling from outside. The women passed two guest bedrooms on their left and then came into an open area furnished with a sofa, chairs, and a coffee table. A strange apparatus stood against the wall that extended on their left to the floor-to-ceiling windows at the front of the room, but Supergirl had no opportunity to get a better look at it; Marla prodded her up a flight of stairs and through a wide door into what was clearly the master bedroom.

Coming into the room, Supergirl saw a double bed set against the far wall, the open door into the master bathroom on its left side, another door on its right side, and a dresser on the right side of that door. She felt a cold shock shudder her whole body when she saw the cage built against the room's rear wall and at the same time heard the bedroom door close behind her. Then she felt Marla's hand on her back urging her toward the cage. Heaving a little sigh, she went to the cage, noticing that its furnishing consisted only of a big, fat air mattress made of transparent-green plastic and an inflated armchair made of a thicker version of the same plastic film. Entering the cage under Marla's prodding, she sat down in the chair and watched Marla close the door, turn the key in the lock, and then remove the key.

Marla went to the dresser, set the key on top of it next to what looked like an elongated jewelry box, and then took from one of the drawers a long half slip made of transparent-black plastic. She tossed the slip onto the bed, turned to face Supergirl, and opened her belt with the ripping sound of Velcro™ being pulled apart. She let the belt hang by its loops and pulled open the Velcro™ patches on her dress's bodice.

Supergirl saw the woman's C-cup breasts cradled in a kind of half-bra and then, as Marla let her dress slide down her body to the floor, she saw the source of her weakness: the witch was wearing a half slip made of opaque metallic-green plastic. The rainy-day light coming in through the room's big front windows was still dim enough that she could see faintly the green luminescence emanating from the kryptonite dust embedded in the plastic.

"You see," Marla said as she lovingly stroked the plastic on her right thigh, "how easy it vas to capture you?"

Supergirl thought back and remembered that she had become weak when Marla took off her raincoat. "Your raincoat has lead dust embedded in the plastic," she said. "That's why I had no warning."

"Ja," Marla said. "You see? You are not so stupid."

"Thanks," Supergirl said uncertainly. "I think."

Marla took off the green half slip and laid it on the bed, put on the black half slip, and then put her dress back on. She returned to the dresser, opened the odd-looking jewelry case, and took from it an inch-thick rod made of some kind of translucent purple wood. Picking up the key, Marla came back to the cage and opened the door.

As Marla put the key into the lock Supergirl stood up. Now she was frightened. A witch wielding a strange-looking rod could not be good for her. In desperation she lunged at Marla as Marla entered the cage and grabbed the rod. She felt something like a blast of cold electricity explode through her body.

"Freeze!" Marla said at the very instant that Supergirl's hand closed on the rod.

Supergirl couldn't move; she couldn't so much as whimper in frustration. She stood perfectly still, like a statue.

"Let go of my rod!" Marla said. She didn't say it in an angry tone. Indeed, she sounded almost playful.

Supergirl watched her right hand open as if by itself. Her volition seemed to be completely disconnected from her actions. Something from the rod had gotten into her and had somehow transferred control of her body to Marla. Not only was she helpless, she understood, but she would also be complicit in her own enslavement.

"Now let me test you," Marla said. "Take off all of your clothes and give zem to me!"

As nothing more than a spectator, Supergirl watched herself take off her raincloak and drape it over Marla's outstretched left arm. She took off her boots and held them out so that Marla could grip them in her left hand. The she took off her blue minidress and draped it and its red cape over Marla's arm. Finally she took off her panties and A-cup bra and laid them over her costume. Completely naked, she stood waiting for further commands.

Marla commanded Supergirl to sit down in her chair and then went and tossed her clothes onto the bed next to the green half slip. After setting Supergirl's boots on the floor at the foot of the bed, she came back to the cage and locked the door shut again. She then spent several minutes asking Supergirl a series of questions, which Supergirl was compelled to answer fully and truthfully. When she had asked all of her questions and thereby been made privy to Supergirl's deepest secrets, she went to the dresser and put her rod back into its case and put the key into one of the dresser's drawers. Then she went to the bed and began folding Supergirl's clothes.

Some fifteen to twenty minutes had elapsed since Supergirl had touched Marla's rod and she felt what she could only describe as a kind of stiffness ebbing from her body. She found that she was trembling, but not from the emotional reaction to her experience.

"Uh, Marla," she called out. "It's a little chilly in here. May I have my clothes back?"

Marla looked up from her folding of Supergirl's raincloak. "Huh!" she snorted. "Vhen I turn you into plastic you vill not feel chilly. You vill feel comfortable all of ze time." She sighed. "But for now, ja." She brought Supergirl's raincloak to the cage and handed it to her prisoner. "Ze plastic vill keep you varm enough, ja?"

Reluctant to press Marla further, Supergirl nodded and pulled her raincloak through the bars of the cage. She put it on, knowing that, because her skin did not perspire, it would not get sticky and uncomfortable as it had done on Batgirl the one time that Batgirl had worn it while masturbating over her Everplast™ Supergirl punching bag. And it kept her warm enough. She sat down in the chair again and waited. She tried to ignore the fact that the sensation of wearing plastic on her naked body was starting to get her libido hot. When she shifted in the chair to get more comfortable her raincloak brushed across her nipples and made them swell up. She felt her clitoris starting to swell with them, but managed to suppress the oncoming arousal.

Soon Marla finished folding up Supergirl's clothes and left. Supergirl sat as quietly as she could and a few minutes later she heard the faint sound of the door to the garage opening and closing.

Supergirl sprang out of the chair and examined the cage as thoroughly as she could for any weakness in its construction. She tried bending the bars but failed. She stood on one of the horizontal braces and pushed on the cage's top to see if it would move: it didn't. She examined the lock to see whether she could somehow finagle it open. She knew from seeing it when the door was open that it was a deadbolt, so she wouldn't be able to slide a stiff object into the gap and work the bolt back as she could with a spring latch. She even tried grabbing the bars and jumping up and down to see whether she could make the cage hop close enough to the dresser for her to retrieve the key: the cage didn't budge.

Exhausted, she lay down on the air mattress to rest while she tried to think of a way out of this situation. Soon she dozed off, sank into a deep sleep, and emerged into a dream:

Marla had indeed turned her into a living plastic doll. She had used her purple rod to re-enslave the hapless superheroine and commanded her to come out of the cage. Under Marla's commands, Supergirl put up the hood of her raincloak and secured it snugly around her face. Marla was wearing a metallic-green plastic raincoat and hugged Supergirl, pressing her face against it. As Marla stroked her, she became fully sexually aroused, signaling that she was ready by kissing Marla. At that instant Marla plastified her, turning her and her raincloak into a bouncy inflated punching bag. Her arms pressed flat against her sides and her naked body only able to squirm around inside the raincloak, Supergirl could only watch helplessly as Marla punched her and knocked her over backward. She bounced back upright and Marla punched her again and then let her wobble to a stop. Then Marla picked her up, carried her to the garage, and put her into the pod. Giving Supergirl a last kiss, Marla then sent the pod, by itself, to Deasie's mansion.

The pod landed on the balcony outside Deasie's bathroom and Deasie, wearing her bathrobe and shower cap, took Supergirl out of it and carried her through the bathroom and into her bedroom. Deasie set her on a beach towel laid out on the floor and turned her to face one of Everplast's™ life-sized Supergirl punching bags. Seeing her own image staring at her made her burn with embarrassment. Then Deasie confronted her.

"At last, mighty Supergirl," she gloated, "you are my helpless blow-up toy. And now you're my punching bag," she added as she opened her robe, let it slide off her body and fall to the floor. Supergirl saw that she was completely naked except for her transparent-green plastic serving apron. "Let's pretend that this," she said as she lovingly stroked the apron, "is the kryptonite that's keeping you weak and helpless for me."

Deasie put her fists up as she went into a boxer's stance, then she gave Supergirl a quick jab that made Supergirl bounce off her fist as lightly as a beach ball and tip over backward. Supergirl felt her raincloak press against her back and buttocks and throw her back up at Deasie, making her bounce up briskly as if she were eager to be punched again. And Deasie did punch her again, giving her a jolt and sending her over backward farther than before. Over and over again Deasie punched and jabbed Supergirl as the helpless superheroine kept coming back up for more. The room was filled with Deasie's strained grunts, the soft rubbery thumps coming from Deasie's fists striking Supergirl's taut plastic, and the gentle swishing of a plastic apron sliding over Deasie's naked thighs.

As she watched Deasie's breasts jiggle Supergirl felt the strange heat of humiliation mutate into the quivery warmth of sexual arousal. Her clitoris was already distended, so the arousal came easily to her. And as she bounced for her mistress and felt the plastic of her raincloak rubbing soft and warm on her body, she got even hotter. She began writhing and squirming inside her raincloak as she bounced.

Seeing Supergirl struggle, Deasie gave her a harder punch, one that knocked her almost to the floor, and then quickly took a step forward. When Supergirl bounced back up, Deasie thrust her hips forward and bopped Supergirl with her love mound. "Oh, this feels so good!" Deasie gloated as Supergirl bounced off her belly. With her hands on her thighs, she belly-bounced Supergirl again and again while taunting her:

"I blew you up and knocked you down,

you soft pathetic plastic clown.

Now bounce up from my bedroom floor,

so I can knock you down some more!"

She jabbed Supergirl with her left fist and Supergirl saw that she was using her right hand to push her apron's plastic into her crotch. "My helpless Supergirl!" she moaned over and over as she continued jabbing Supergirl and masturbating over her. Soon she was bent over as if she had been punched in the belly. She grabbed Supergirl with her left arm and hugged her close. She uttered little bursts of quavery yips and then she climaxed....

Supergirl was awakened by the sound of Marla returning, the sound of the door to the garage opening and closing. She got up off the air mattress and sat down in the chair. Moments later Marla came into the room carrying a black cloth bag, which she set on the bed. She reached into the bag, pulled out Linda Danvers's Pert and Pretty™ shower cap, and held it up for Supergirl to see.

"You vear ze Fairy Princess, ja?" she said. "Oh, Deasie vill be so disappointed!'

"Why?" Supergirl asked. "Does she think that I wear a Supergirl shower cap?"

"Vell, she vas t'inking maybe ja."

"Wow!" Supergirl said, chuckling in spite of her situation. "How full of myself would I have to be to do that?"

Marla looked puzzled. "Vhat is 'full of myself'?"

"Vain," Supergirl said. "Narcissistic. That's just not me. Except for when I posed for that ad, I would never wear a Supergirl shower cap."

"I see," Marla said. "Vell, I vill use zis vun vhen I plastify you and zen I vill get a Supergirl shower cap...and a Supergirl apron for you to vear to make Deasie happy."

"To make Deasie happy," Supergirl commented. "Why does Deasie want you to turn me into a plastic doll?"

"So she can blow you up and play vis you," Marla said. "She vants you to be her punching bag."

"Uh, Everplast™ makes a Supergirl punching bag," Supergirl said. "And its life size. Perhaps Deasie could get one of those?"

"She already has vun," Marla said. "She vants ze real Supergirl to be her blow-up toy." She dropped Linda's shower cap onto the bed. "So now your time has come." She went to the door next to the dresser and opened it to reveal a walk-in closet.

"Marla, no," Supergirl moaned as she watched Marla go into the closet. "Please don't do this."

"My dear Supergirl," Marla said from inside the closet, "zis is a fairy tale and I am ze vitch." She came out of the closet wearing a dark transparent-black plastic raincloak, still merging the magnetic patches down its front. Then she pulled up the pixie-style hood, but did not attach its elongated corners to their magnetic patches. "I even look like a vitch, ja?"

"Yes," Supergirl said in a trembling voice. She saw that Marla now looked like a younger and prettier version of the witch in the movie "Snow White". As Marla turned to the dresser to get her purple rod Supergirl quickly put up the hood of her raincloak, pulled it snug around her face as far forward as she could pull it, and attached the corners to their magnetic patches. At the same time she got up out of the chair and stood herself against the back wall of the cage, hopefully out of Marla's reach. She was figuring that the plastic of her raincloak might protect her from the zombifying effect of the purple rod and that if she could lure Marla into the cage, she might be able to slip past her and make a run for freedom. She only had to get one hundred feet or so from the green half slip on the bed for her superpowers to return to her. Then she could get help in capturing Marla and retrieving her costume. Wonder Woman came readily to mind as the ally she needed, since she had already had some experience in dealing with bad Germans.

Purple rod in one hand and key in the other, Marla came to the cage and gave Supergirl an exasperated look. "You are not going to make zis easy for me, are you?"

"No," Supergirl said, trying to keep her voice from trembling. "You know, in fairy tales the witch always loses."

"Hah!" Marla said with a half chuckle. "You read ze wrong fairy tales. Now come here so I can enslave you."

Supergirl simply shook her head.

Marla heaved a sigh. She unlocked the cage's door and opened it. She stepped into the cage, holding her rod before, and then closed the door, locked it, and pulled the key out of the lock, never once taking her eyes off Supergirl. She slipped the key inside her raincloak and into a pocket in her dress.

Seeing her chance to escape evaporate, Supergirl broke down and began to cry. "Marla, please don't do this," she moaned. "Please don't turn me into a doll."

"No more nonsense!" Marla said as she took a step forward. "Open your raincloak for me!"

Feeling utterly defeated, Supergirl bowed her head. Then in desperation she lunged at Marla and grabbed her wrists. Frantically she wrestled the bigger woman, hoping that she could get possession of the rod and enslave the witch. For a long minute the two women struggled against each other. Then suddenly Marla collapsed into a crouch, swung her right arm down, and touched her rod to Supergirl's left foot.

"Freeze!" Marla commanded and Supergirl went rigid. Standing up, Marla said, "Stop crying. You must be happy zat you are so vell-loved."

Supergirl sniffled as she straightened up and raised her head. To her horror she heard herself say, "Yes, you're right. Deasie must love me very much to want to keep me all to herself."

"Ja," Marla said. "You vill live in a beautiful mansion and have no vorries. It vill be goot for you. Now, come take ze key out of my pocket and let us get out of zis cage!"

Supergirl stepped forward and slid her right hand inside Marla's raincloak. As she did so Marla put her left arm around her back, pulled her close, and, as Supergirl looked up at her in bewilderment, kissed her. She held the kiss until Supergirl fished the key out of her pocket and held it up.

Letting Supergirl pull away from her, Marla gazed deep into wide blue eyes and, panting slightly, said, "If Deasie did not vant you so much, I vould make you mine." Then she let Supergirl go.

Supergirl unlocked the cage door, opened it, and stepped out of the cage. She knew that she could slam the door shut, lock it, and take the key away before Marla could act to stop her and she could thereby free herself, but she just couldn't make herself do it. Instead, leaving the key in the lock, she went to stand by the bed to get out of Marla's way.

"Take off your raincloak, zen put on your shower cap and ze green half slip!" Marla said.

Looking coyly over her shoulder, Supergirl took off her raincloak as seductively as she could, languorously running her hands over its plastic as she did so. She laid the raincloak on the bed, picked up her Fairy Princess shower cap, and put it on. She gave her head a shake to settle her hair in the plastic beret and then picked up the half slip, stepped into it, and pulled its wide rubber band up around her waist.

"Goot," Marla said as she looked Supergirl over. "Now ve go give you ze last meal and zen ze execution. Come!" She walked out of the bedroom and Supergirl followed.

Coming down the stairs into the sitting room, Supergirl saw a glass booth, similar to the isolation booth used on television quiz shows. Thick cables attached it to other strange-looking pieces of apparatus. She also noticed, lying on the floor, a deflated toy made of opaque-blue plastic.

Marla led Supergirl into the kitchen. As they came through the living room Supergirl smelled something good cooking and then she heard music coming from the radio. She recognized the song immediately. Polly Vainelle was singing:

"She wore blue plastic,

a raincoat to keep herself dry

from moisture that fell from the sky

in the rain.

She wore blue plastic

and long, loving glances I would steal

and yet I knew that I must feel

love in vain.

A love that I could never mention

knowing that it would mean

revealing the amorous attention

I always give to the warm sexy sheen of

blue plastic

so in my mind there'll always be

soft, smooth, and warm a memory

and it seems

I still see and feel blue plastic

in my dreams."

As the song ended WMET's announcer Johnny Jingleman said, "And we dedicate that, as always, to Supergirl, who was seen earlier this morning wearing that magnificent Kandorian raincloak of hers. You know, some folks think that song was written for her. Sounds about right, doesn't it? Truth is, it was actually composed way back in Nineteen Fifty. For a fashion show. That's right. The Stormette™ Company was just introducing raincoats made of color-tinted plastic and the song was written for that first showing. But just between you, me, and the lamppost, folks, whenever I hear that song I will always think of a certain Kryptonese lass and one super example of ... blue plastic."

Supergirl tuned out the DJ's patter when Marla thrust a full apron at her and told her to put it on. Made of transparent sea-green plastic, it had floral patterns made of violet curlicues printed on it. Supergirl slipped the yoke over her head and found that the apron's ruffled skirt hung to her ankles and that the bib seemed a little too wide: the apron was definitely meant for a larger woman. Reaching behind her back, she slip-knotted the ties in a neat bow. Then she ran her hands over the apron and savored the feel: it offered the same friction as would fine satin but with a smoother texture.

Marla touched the purple rod to her to freshen up her enslavement and then told her to sit at the table and eat what she was served. She set a plate bearing a large portion of sauerbraten before Supergirl and watched approvingly as Supergirl ate it. Under Marla's prodding Supergirl ate enough that when she was finished her belly bulged. Marla told Supergirl to stand passively with her hands at her sides and then she patted and stroked her prisoner's lightly swollen belly.

"Ja," she gloated. "You see how ze vitch fattens you up so you vill be a nice bouncy punching bag?" She took Supergirl's left hand in her right hand and towed the hapless superheroine back to the sitting room. "Come!" she said. "It is time to blow you up!"

When they came to the sitting room Marla touched Supergirl with the purple rod one last time and then told her to take off the apron and half slip she was wearing. Supergirl complied, putting the apron and the slip on a chair and standing naked in her shower cap before the strange booth she had seen earlier. She watched Marla go to the control console next to the booth, lay her rod on it, and flip two switches. Lights came on all over the bizarre apparatus and a weird hum filled the room.

Marla opened the door of the booth, then turned and embraced Supergirl, pressing her against the warm plastic of her raincloak. She whispered special instructions into Supergirl's ear, then gently pushed Supergirl into the booth and closed the door. She watched Supergirl and waited, her hand poised over a big red button on her console.

With no stimulus except the sight of Marla in her raincloak and the residual feel of its plastic still in her mind, Supergirl nonetheless gained a full sexual arousal. Her heart beat faster and her nipples and clitoris swelled and hardened. Unconscious drives activated by Marla's suggestions, under the control of her rod, rather than by fantasy or by actual physical stimuli, intensified Supergirl's lust. Her clitoris lengthened and protruded a full inch from its sheath at the top of her vulva. Then the positive feedback kicked in: the hardness in her nipples and clitoris heated up her libido even more. She was panting over her own arousal. And then she felt a hint of a tickle in her clitoris. She drew in a deep breath, puffed out her belly, and uttered a little moan.

Marla pressed the button and Supergirl felt a jolt as if something had exploded inside her. The weird stiffness inside her that had kept her enslaved went away. She felt, somehow, lighter. She tried to push the door of the booth open, but it didn't so much as quiver at her shoving.

"Here, let me help you," Marla said as she opened the door, grabbed Supergirl's arm, and pulled her out of the booth. With one easy move she lifted Supergirl over her head. She gave Supergirl a light toss, as one might give a beach ball, then caught her in both hands and set her on her feet. "You see?" she said. "You are now a big blow-up doll, my helpless plastic prisoner!" She pointed to the deflated toy on the floor and said, "Get into zat!"

Supergirl knelt by the toy and tried to pick it up. After fumbling with it for a few seconds she discovered that it consisted of a double skirt attached to a heavy base. As she lifted up the skirt in preparation to step into it she saw, about six inches below the skirt's blue rubber waistband, a palm-sized depiction of her red-and-yellow super-ess emblem with a stubby, translucent-white tube protruding from its center.

"Zat goes in ze front," Marla said, pointing to the emblem.

Supergirl stepped into the skirt and set her feet on a round, rubbery mound. She pulled the skirt's waistband up to her waist, straightened the plastic, and stood trying to keep her balance.

Marla knelt before her. "Ve must all bow before ze all-powerful Supergirl, ja?" she taunted. She took the skirt's valve stem in her mouth, held it with her teeth, and blew air into the skirt. She put her hands up and pressed them against the sides of Supergirl's thighs to hold the hapless superheroine upright while she inflated the skirt.

Supergirl took the opportunity to explore a strange sensation. With her right hand she felt the left side of her neck and about an inch below and an inch behind her left ear she felt a valve stem and its half-inch-wide aureole. She shuddered at the thought that this little plastic tube would give Deasie the ability to deflate her and reinflate her at will. The fact that she was now a toy finally sank into her consciousness. Soon she felt the inner skirt pressing against her legs and buttocks, then, as Marla blew the skirt full and firm, she felt the plastic slide between her legs and press into her crotch. It came up against her clitoris and reignited her sexual arousal.

Marla blew a few final breaths into the skirt and then, panting slightly from her exertion, stood up. She looked Supergirl over and then gave her a quick jab in the chest. She watched Supergirl tip over backward, windmilling her arms in a futile effort to keep her balance, and then bob back upright.

"Listen to me!" Marla said, shaking her finger in Supergirl's face. "Vhen you are ze punching bag do not do ze vaving of ze arms. You must keep your hands pressed flat against ze sides of your t'ighs so zat you vill look properly submissive. Do you understand?"

Supergirl nodded and pressed her hands against the sides of the inflated skirt that had turned her into a roly-poly punching bag. She watched Marla throw a punch at her chest, felt the jolt as Marla's fist slammed into her, and felt herself bounce as lightly as a beach ball off Marla's hand. She tipped over backward, almost hitting the floor, and then she felt the skirt pressing against her buttocks and the backs of her legs to throw her back up at Marla. She saw Marla step back and allow her to tip forward, then she bobbed back up and rocked to and fro before coming to a halt.

"Ja, perfect!" Marla enthused. "Oh, Deasie vill have so much fun vhen she plays vis you!"

Maybe so, Supergirl thought, but I've got a bad feeling that I won't be having so much fun.

Marla dipped into a half crouch, wrapped her arms around the rocking skirt, and lifted it. She carried it up the stairs and into the bedroom, then she set in the middle of the bedroom floor. She stood up and confronted Supergirl again.

"You vait here," she said. "I vill be back later." And she left.

Supergirl heard the swish of her raincloak fading in the distance. A short time later she heard, faintly, the sound of the door to the garage opening and closing. Alone in the silent house, all she could do was watch through the bedroom's floor-to-ceiling windows the rain falling in the forest. She tried to get out of the rocking skirt and found that she couldn't: she was too weak and the skirt embraced her too tightly. She tried moving and found that she could only set herself to rocking to and fro or from side to side, but she was unable to make the rocking skirt's base shift its position on the floor. Finally she rocked herself sideways far enough that she was able to grab the bedspread and hold her position long enough to grab a corner of her raincloak and pull the raincloak to her. Gripping the raincloak firmly, she allowed herself to bob back upright and then she put the raincloak on for whatever small comfort she could get from it.

She reviewed everything that had happened since she had met Marla in the Weinstoff Plastics Building, tried to think of anything that would help her escape or get herself rescued, and failed completely. No, she was well and truly trapped. Completely helpless, she was simply going to be Deasie's toy as soon as Marla captured Batgirl. That was the hard part, thinking of Batgirl, beautiful, sweet Barbara Gordon, turned into a plastic punching bag for a witch somewhere in deepest, darkest Germany. This was all Deasie's doing and it perplexed Supergirl.

When Supergirl had first revealed her existence to an astonished world Deasie, only six years older, had called her "The World's Greatest Heroine". But then Deasie's enthusiasm had cooled and then soured. That didn't happed because of any change in Supergirl: the Girl of Steel had remained steadfast in her faith that humans would create a decent society in a good world and that evil was merely an aberration bred by ignorance. No, it was Deasie who had changed, becoming ever more cynical and nihilistic, only too eager to believe the worst of others in order to justify her own narcissistic immorality. Deasie seemed to resent Supergirl's relentless optimism as an affront to her growing pessimism. And now Supergirl was going to be Deasie's soft, helpless plastic prisoner.

But something Marla had said came back to her. Marla had told her that Deasie wanted to keep her as a slavegirl who could serve her as a maid. That was likely going to involve wearing a really humiliating costume, but the thought of it also gave Supergirl a glimmer of hope. Weak and mute, a mere inflatable plaything, she would represent no threat to Deasie. Sooner or later (hopefully sooner) she would be left alone in a part of Deasie's mansion with a telephone. All she would have to do is call Clark Kent and use some tool to rap out Morse code on a hard surface: she decided on a simple "SOS CALL GL". With his supersenses, Clark would trace the phone call to its origin and discern her predicament. Then he would contact Green Lantern, whose powerbeam made him well nigh invincible and who would not be susceptible to kryptonite-based booby traps. Once he had rescued her and captured Deasie, he could go to Germany to capture Marla and rescue Batgirl. It might take some time for the men to figure out how to reverse the transformation that turned the two women into plastic dolls (or so she sorta hoped), so for a time Supergirl and Batgirl would have to remain in a safe place and this little house in the forest would be it. For a short time, then, Supergirl and Batgirl would be free to do what they had long yearned to do - go to bed together and enjoy hot, pulsating lesbian sex. Yeah, Supergirl can find the silver lining in even the darkest of clouds.

She put her hands on her pudged-out belly and rubbed her raincloak over the roundness as she thought of what she and Barbara Gordon would do. She discovered that if she thrust her hips to and fro, the plastic skirt that held her trapped would rub her clitoris. So she spent several pleasant hours masturbating over thoughts of what she and Barbara would do together. She imagined what it would be like to hold Barbara, to kiss her with real passion, to touch her in her special places, to lie under her or on top of her in bed. She imagined Barbara coming aroused by her affectionate love-play and that seemed to trigger a positive feedback effect - the hotter she imagined Barbara becoming, the hotter she got; and the hotter she got, the more intensely and vividly she imagined Barbara's arousal. She rocked and rolled in ecstasy as she played with her raincloak and rocking skirt. The warm swish of swirling plastic only got her hotter. She had lost count of her orgasms when she heard the faint sound of the garage door opening and closing.

A moment later Marla came into the room, droplets of water still glistening on her raincloak. She was carrying a bag that bore the Vinylhaven™ logo and she dropped it onto the bed.

"So," she said merrily, "have you been a good girl vhile I have been gone? Stayed out of trouble, have you?"

Supergirl nodded.

Marla went into the bathroom and came back out carrying a hand towel. She came to where Supergirl was standing and held the towel out to her. "Vell," she said, "let's see how good you are. Dry my raincloak!"

Supergirl accepted the proffered towel and, when Marla stepped closer to her, wiped the residual rainwater off the transparent-black plastic of her cloak. As she wiped down the front of Marla's raincloak she became aware of the firm softness of Marla's breasts and became intensely self-conscious about her own effective nakedness inside her transparent-blue raincloak. When Supergirl had finished her task Marla tossed the towel onto the bed. As she came back into the bedroom she removed her raincloak and spread it across the love seat that sat against the wall between the door and the windows. In the deepening darkness she closed the room's curtains and turned on the light. Then she left the room.

Soon Supergirl heard faint sounds coming from the living room and figured that Marla was watching television and likely having her dinner. But it wasn't long before the house fell completely silent except for the soft roar and splash of rain falling outside. Then Marla came into the bedroom and closed the door. She demanded that Supergirl take off her raincloak and when Supergirl complied she took the cloak and tossed it onto the bed.

Again she picked Supergirl up by her rocking skirt. She carried her into the bathroom and set her in the middle of the floor facing the shower. She went back to the bedroom and returned several minutes later completely naked and carrying a white bathrobe and her shower cap.

"Hold zis for me!" she said as she held the robe out to Supergirl.

Supergirl took the robe and its weight tilted her forward. She had to struggle to gather up the robe before it touched the floor. She tried to get into a better position but only succeeded in getting herself tilted to the side and over backward. She saw that Marla seemed amused by her struggle. She came up with only one solution to her problem: she put the robe on and found that she bobbed back upright, properly balanced, when she wrapped it around her.

"Goot!" Marla said. "You keep my robe varm for me!" Then she tucked her platinum-blond hair up into her shower cap. It was, Supergirl saw, the Silberblitz style produced by Keck und Hübsch™, the German affiliate of Pert and Pretty™. It was the standard beret style shower cap made with a white rubber band and transparent-white plastic on which thin kinking and forking lines of lightning were printed with silver vinyl ink. Seeing naked Marla wearing it made Supergirl start to feel warm inside, but she suppressed the thoughts that came with that warmth.

Marla went to the thigh-high bathtub, opened a little door in its side, and stepped into the tub, shutting the door behind her. She pulled the shower curtain to its full extent around the tub and then Supergirl heard the water begin to run and then spray. Only a few minutes later the sound of running water stopped and Marla pulled back the shower curtain. She opened the door in the tub, stepped out, and closed the door behind her. Taking her towel from the rack, she dried herself and then gently patted the water droplets off her shower cap. She put her towel back on the rack and came to Supergirl, who took off her bathrobe and gave it to her.

Marla put on the robe and loosely tied its sash belt, then she picked up Supergirl and carried her back into the bedroom, setting her down in the middle of the floor. She took the Vinylhaven™ bag off the bed and set it on the floor by the love seat. Then she took Supergirl's raincloak, Linda's raincoat, and the kryptonite half slip off the bed and tossed them on top of her own raincloak on the love seat.

Supergirl suddenly got the impression that she was going to have to sleep standing up and half naked. She waved her hand at Marla to get her attention. When Marla came to her, she mimed sleeping, putting her hands together and leaning her head on them, and then pointed at the cage.

"Oh, no," Marla said with a pretty smile, "you vill not sleep in ze cage." She took off her robe and tossed it onto the bed. "Tonight you vill sleep in ze bed so you can be my sex prisoner." She moved to stand directly in front of Supergirl and said, "Tonight I vill be in love vis you ... because you are so pretty and so helpless."

Supergirl put her hands up in a defensive gesture, but Marla put her hands on Supergirl's wrists and pushed them down. With an inner sigh of resignation, Supergirl put her hands on the sides of her rocking skirt and submitted to the witch.

Marla took a step forward and Supergirl felt her belly press hot against hers. Although she was shorter than Marla, standing on the rubber mound inside the rocking skirt raised her up enough that she stood nose to nose with her captress. She felt Marla hook her hands behind her upper arms to prevent her from tipping away from her and then felt Marla's breasts on hers. With little dipping and swaying motions Marla rubbed her breasts on Supergirl's and Supergirl felt Marla's nipples swell, then she felt the sensation of her own nipples swelling and hardening. As Marla's breathing became more rapid, Supergirl felt excitement grow within her.

True, Marla was an evil woman, but she wasn't nasty about it and she had a pretty face and an attractive body. If she ignored the moral flaw in Marla, Supergirl could get hot over the naked witch, so she did. She looked at Marla, her face only inches from hers and framed in the warm plastic sheen of her shower cap, gazing into her eyes and she felt quivery inside. Then Marla kissed her and Supergirl thrust her hips forward to press her belly even more firmly against Marla's, mimicking Marla's slow belly dance against her.

"Oh, ja!" Marla said breathlessly as she pulled away. "Ja!" She went to the dresser and came back with what looked like a short drinking straw with a flange around its middle. She slid the straw into the valve stem on the front of Supergirl's rocking skirt and pushed it in up to the flange.

Supergirl heard a soft "p'whhhh..." and felt the skirt's grip on her soften. She pressed her hands against the skirt and tried to crouch down to push the air out of it faster. After a minute she was able to pull the skirt down below her hips and then slide her legs out of it one at a time.

"Now, get into bed!" Marla said in a tremulous voice, pointing to the side of the bed she wanted Supergirl to take.

Supergirl went to the side of the bed that Marla had indicated, turned back the covers, and slid herself under them, lying on her back. She watched Marla go turn out the light, then heard her come to the bed. She felt the bed move as Marla got into it and pulled the covers over herself and then she felt Marla's right hand on her belly.

"At last I have you right vhere I vant you," Marla gloated. "Tonight you are all mine, my very own plastic sex prisoner!" She slid herself closer to Supergirl and put her left arm around Supergirl's back. "I am getting so hot!" she panted. "All because of you, my pretty love slave!" She kissed Supergirl's right shoulder and ran her right hand up and down Supergirl's body, caressing her breasts, her belly, and her thighs.

She half rolled back and pulled Supergirl against her so that she was lying partly on top of the hapless superheroine. Trembling all over, she kissed Supergirl's lips, turning her head slightly from side to side and making little pouting movements of her lips to intensify the kiss. Her breath was coming in quivery gasps.

Supergirl felt Marla's breath, warm and moist, on her face and felt Marla's lips kneading hers. She felt all quivery inside, felt her heart beat faster, and felt the pressure in her crotch intensify. The sensation of hardness in her clitoris made her feel all the hotter. Then she felt Marla's right hand going up to her neck, felt the index finger stroke the aureole around her valve stem, and she arched her back as a massive sexual thrill swept through her.

Marla was panting with rapid, quavery breaths as she fully mounted her prisoner, heaving herself up to get on top of Supergirl and sliding her right thigh between Supergirl's legs. She bounced slightly on Supergirl's pneumatic body and slid her right hand onto Supergirl's back to take her in a full sexual embrace.

Supergirl felt Marla's smooth, rubbery breasts slide across her chest and press soft and hot against her own. She felt the pressure increase throughout her body under Marla's weight. She felt Marla's belly press into hers with every breath that Marla inhaled and each exhalation seemed to make even more of Marla's body heat flow into her: she imagined Marla inflating her with lust. She felt Marla's thigh press hot into her crotch, push up against her labia and rub her clitoris, and she writhed and squirmed in Marla's grasp.

"Oh, ja!" Marla panted into her left ear. "Try to get avay, Supergirl! Let me feel how veak and helpless you are! You are my prisoner and I can play vis you all I vant!"

She began to thrust with her hips then, rubbing her labia and clitoris up and down Supergirl's right thigh. Her panting segued into the little squealing grunts of desperate labor. 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. And then she went into convulsions.

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

At the same time Supergirl felt a tickling in her clitoris and then, suddenly, the pressure in her crotch seemed to gush out of her in long pulsating spasms that sent shuddering waves of warmth throughout her body. Her climax was made all the hotter by Marla's convulsions and the knowledge that she had been the cause of them. She wanted the sensation to go on all night, wanted Marla to love her until the sun came up and filled the land with light. But even an inflated doll can't climax for long and Supergirl went limp. Enjoying the feel of Marla lying on top of her, she basked in the afterglow of the heat-storm that had swept through her.

Marla had also exhausted herself. Her lust satisfied, she simply went to sleep on her plastic prisoner. She let her head down to rest on the pillow and the body-warm plastic of her shower cap kissed Supergirl's left cheek, bringing Supergirl's arousal up anew.

Supergirl turned her head and kissed Marla's shower cap, felt how the sensation raised her arousal, but then she drifted off to sleep and emerged into a dream:

She was being reinflated. She felt herself lying draped across someone's lap and she felt that someone blowing air into her through the valve in the left side of her neck. The woman's left arm was wrapped across her chest and the woman's right hand gripped her right bicep, squeezing it as if to test her firmness. She could feel that she was wearing nothing but a plastic raincoat and the sensations of the soft, smooth plastic on her naked skin began to arouse her libido. Soon the woman had her blown full and firm. As the woman lifted her and set her on her feet, Supergirl saw that she was in a woman's bedroom and that she was wearing her own transparent-blue raincoat, but then the scene faded and...

...she was standing in front of the judge's bench in some Bizarro-world image of a courtroom. Now, she saw, she was wearing only a half slip and a knee-length raincape, both made of transparent-white plastic on which vertical black stripes had been printed. The plastic version of prison stripes, she thought. She looked up and saw Marla, wearing her black plastic raincloak as a judge's robes, looming over her.

"How does our plastic prisoner plead?" Marla said, seeming to savor the alliteration.

An inflated plastic punching bag that stood only a few inches taller than she did waddled up to the bench. It bore the image of a happy-faced clown wearing a parody of a business suit. "Guilty, Your Dishonor!" the clown cried in a high-pitched nasal voice. "My client throws herself on the mercy of the court!"

Raucous laughter came from the jury box and Supergirl saw twelve of the worst molls of Metropolis jeering at her. She tried to object to the clown's plea, but couldn't say anything. She saw a witness box appear between the jury box and the judge's bench and in it Deasie sat wearing an opaque metallic-green plastic raincoat as a dress.

"She made me look like a fool!" Deasie complained.

Boos and hisses came from the jury box and Marla called the court to order by punching the clown, who squealed with the blows.

"Guilty as charged!" Marla cried out. "I will now pronounce sentence on the prisoner." She started to stand...

...and the courtroom dissolved into a wide, airy chapel. Marla now stood before Supergirl, still wearing her raincloak. Supergirl saw that she was still wearing the plastic prisoner outfit and that Deasie was now standing beside her on her right. She felt a kind of warmth seem to emanate from Deasie's kryptonite-laced raincoat.

Holding up her purple rod, Marla said, "I now pronounce you mistress and slavegirl!" To Deasie she said, "You may kiss the bride."

Supergirl saw that the molls were now attending her as bridesmaids, each one wearing a green dress with a long, ruffle-skirted full apron made of transparent-green plastic. On the skirt of each apron a life-sized image of Supergirl, her hands bound behind her back, knelt in abject submission.

Supergirl's attention was drawn away from the molls by Deasie taking her in an embrace and kissing her full on the lips. Deasie ran her hands over Supergirl's back and the sound of her heavy breathing made Supergirl start to come aroused. Then Deasie broke off the kiss and gazed deep into Supergirl's eyes as the chapel faded into...

...a plush bedroom. Looking past Deasie, Supergirl saw a double bed and noticed that one of the pillows had a plastic pillowcase.

"You are so very pretty," Deasie said, "and you are just so sweet to wear your Supergirl shower cap for me. That just gets me so hot!" She kissed Supergirl again and her breathing became heavier and more tremulous.

Supergirl noticed that both she and Deasie were now naked except for their shower caps. Deasie was wearing Pert and Pretty's™ "Marie Antoinette" style, her hair puffing out the transparent deep-blue plastic on which gold fleurs-de-lys had been printed, the cap held in place by its dark-blue rubber headband. As Supergirl gazed at Deasie's plastic halo, Deasie pushed her into bed and then got into bed with her.

Panting slightly, Deasie said, "So you thought that you could use me like a plastic pushover." She mounted Supergirl then, straddling her right thigh and coming down on her to take her in a full sexual embrace. Supergirl felt Deasie's ample breasts rub soft and hot across her own A-cup mounds, stimulating their prominent aureoles and nipples, making Supergirl feel them swelling up and stiffening with lust. She felt Deasie's belly firmly pressing body heat into her belly and felt Deasie's shower cap, warm with Deasie's body heat, kissing her cheek. Deasie's breathing sounded more like sobbing now, each quavery exhalation ending in a little love grunt. Supergirl felt warm and quivery inside, felt her heart beating faster and harder, and felt the pressure in her crotch rising, seemingly without limit.

"Well now, at last, Supergirl," Deasie gloated in a tremulous voice, "you're mine ... my helpless blow-up love slave ... to have and to hold ... forever. You are my soft ... warm ... plastic ... sex ... prisoner!"

She pushed her right thigh between Supergirl's legs and into her crotch. Supergirl felt Deasie's flesh press hot and rubbery against her labia and clitoris and she squirmed in Deasie's embrace, striving to rub against her. Deasie responded by moving her hips, sliding her clitoris against Supergirl's plastic skin and rubbing Supergirl's clitoris with her thigh.

Deasie was moaning, grunting, and squealing as she had her way with her hapless prisoner. Supergirl felt thoroughly humiliated, not so much by Deasie dominating her as by the realization that she was coming aroused over her treatment and wanted Deasie to bring her to climax. The heat and trembling of humiliation only added to the sexual heat simmering within her. She grew hotter as Deasie squeezed her and kneaded her, rubbed against her, and kissed her.

Suddenly she felt a tickling sensation in the tip of her clitoris and a heartbeat later she felt her pressurized libido gushing out of her in hard spasms. Deasie bucked and writhed on top of her and she squirmed in Deasie's embrace.

"Trying to get away!" Deasie panted and climaxed all the harder. Then the passion-storm ended and Deasie lay panting on top of her toy. Supergirl felt a strange sense of calm come over her as she drifted into the depths of sleep....

Supergirl woke up and found Marla still sound asleep. The witch had pushed the blankets down to her waist and was lying half on her back and half on her right side. Supergirl stared at her left breast in fascination.

Because of Krypton's intensely stiff gravity, a little over five times what we have on Earth's surface, Kryptonese women had breasts only slightly larger than those of Kryptonese men. By Earth's standards they were downright flat-chested. As a consequence Supergirl was fascinated by Earthwomen's breasts, especially firm, well-shaped ones like Marla's.

She couldn't stop herself ... and really didn't want to. She reached out with her left hand and touched Marla's left breast, savoring its heat and its rubbery softness. She ran her fingers lightly over the mound and the skin at its base. She felt heat starting to increase inside her. She put her extended index and middle fingers on Marla's nipple, rubbed it lightly, and felt it swell up. Then she cupped her hand and fondled the whole breast.

"Vass ist...?" Marla mumbled as she woke up. She looked at the hand gripping her breast. "Vhat?!" she said as she rolled over to face Supergirl. "You t'ink you can play vis me like a toy?! Vell, ve shall see who is ze toy in zis bed!" She rolled over further and mounted Supergirl. Going nose to nose with her plastic prisoner, she said, "So you like ze feel of me, ja?" She kissed Supergirl on the lips, kissed her left cheek, and said, "Oh, I hope Batgirl likes me so much!" She slid her arms around Supergirl and took in an embrace as she slid her right thigh between Supergirl's legs. She kissed Supergirl's neck and valve. "You are so soft and varm!" she sighed.

Hot with renewed sexual excitement, Supergirl squirmed in Marla's embrace. Intensely aware of Marla's breasts spreading hot over hers and pressing against them, she quivered inside and fell in love with Marla all over again. Oh, yes, she loved the feel of Marla and now it was getting her very hot indeed. She hugged Marla, ran her hands over Marla's body, and kissed Marla's neck, getting a special thrill when the plastic of Marla's shower cap pressed warm against her cheek. The feel of Marla's belly pressing rhythmically against hers in time with Marla's panting made her intensely aware of the hot pressure in her nipples and clitoris.

Marla kissed Supergirl's lips again and Supergirl responded with passion, pushing back against Marla. "Ich liebe dich," Marla said softly in a quavery voice. "Ich liebe dich." She kissed Supergirl's cheek and then her neck and valve again, pressing her lips against Supergirl's plastic skin again and again, as if searching for just the right spot. She was grunting as if striving to lift a heavy load and muttering, "du varmer Plastik!" She was rocking to and fro, rolling slightly from side to side, and bouncing lightly on Supergirl's pneumatic body. "Mein Plastikgefangener!" Marla grunted. She was breathing heavily now, panting into Supergirl's left ear.

Supergirl stared at platinum-blond hair bulging against the plastic of Marla's shower cap, the sheen of the plastic only adding to the impression of sexual warmth radiating from it. She was trembling all over and she rubbed her cheek against Marla's, trying to arouse the witch further. She writhed and squirmed in Marla's embrace, striving to stimulate every area of Marla's body that she could touch. She lifted her right leg as much as she could, pressing it more firmly into Marla's crotch.

Now Marla began to thrust with her hips and Supergirl felt Marla's clitoris sliding up and down the front of her right thigh while Marla's right thigh rubbed her clitoris. As hot, rubbery-soft flesh rubbed her crotch, Supergirl dissolved in a storm of sexual passion. Nothing existed for her except Marla's softness, smoothness, warmth and the motions that enhanced Supergirl's sensations of them. Marla was crying out in little bursts of half-sobbing squeals. She squeezed Supergirl harder and Supergirl hugged her in return as hard as she could, something she would never do to a Terran if she had been her normal self, never mind having superpowers. She was lost in a vortex of sexual heat and then she felt a tickling in her clitoris.

Marla jerked in a great spasm and convulsed as if she were caught up in an epileptic fit. Her cries became half-sobbing, half-moaning grunts of desperation and she rammed herself even more forcefully against her hapless inflated slavegirl.

Supergirl came to her climax at the same time. She felt as if hot fluid were spurting from her clitoris in great gobs. She even felt as if it were gushing out through her vagina. For a long moment she convulsed for Marla. Then it ended. She had spent every last calorie of her libido on Marla and had no more to offer.

Marla fell limp as her climax ended and she lay on Supergirl panting in deep quavery breaths. It took several minutes for her to make up the oxygen that she had just used up in generating sexual heat. For a time Supergirl thought that Marla would go back to sleep on her, but after several minutes of resting Marla lifted herself up on her elbows and stared into Supergirl's eyes.

"Now," she said, still panting, "who is ze toy in zis bed?"

Supergirl was intensely aware of Marla's breasts hanging within easy reach. But as she gazed into Marla's face, framed by the warm halo of her hair-stuffed shower cap, she brought her right hand up and pointed to herself.

"Ja," Marla said as she lowered herself closer to her victim. "And do not forget zat fact!"

Before Marla could react, Supergirl quickly slid her arms around Marla's back, pulled herself up, and kissed Marla's lips yet again. Marla submitted to the kiss, pressing her lips against Supergirl's in return, for a long moment, then she pulled away, threw back the blankets, and got out of bed. She retrieved the hand towel from the love seat, onto which she had tossed it before getting into bed, used it to wipe crotch slobber off her vulva and thighs, then offered it to Supergirl after folding it over on itself.

Supergirl accepted the towel and wiped Marla's moisture off her right thigh. Then, leaving the towel on the bed, she got up, put on her raincloak, and waited to see what the day would bring.

-o-o-

So once again Supergirl stood in the middle of the bedroom floor, set up as a punching bag. Marla had commanded her to get into the rocking skirt and then had reinflated it to trap her. When Marla had blown the skirt full and firm she moved the helpless Girl of Plastic to a position from which she could not reach the bed or anything else in the room. On the bed Marla laid out Supergirl's raincloak, the green half slip, and the transparent-blue plastic Stormette™ raincoat that Linda Danvers had had since she came to the Midvale Orphanage in the summer of 1959 following her arrival on Earth that May (May 18^th to be precise - TdC). Then Marla had opened her Vinylhaven™ bag and taken from it and laid on the bed a Supergirl apron, a big, ruffle-skirted full apron made of transparent-blue plastic with an opaque-yellow tie and Supergirl's super-ess emblem printed on the bib in opaque red and yellow. That was followed by a Supergirl shower cap, a standard beret-style shower cap made with a blue-rubber stretchband and transparent-blue plastic on which pinkienail-sized images of the super-ess were printed in red and yellow in a tiara pattern.

After Marla left, Supergirl watched the rain falling on the forest outside the bedroom's floor-to-ceiling windows and reviewed all the information she had that might pertain to a possible rescue. Several times she paused in her contemplation and masturbated with the rocking slip, inspiring herself with fantasies of being Marla's sex toy. Soon, though, she heard the sound of a car coming up the drive and caught a glimpse of the car's top through the trees. She stopped what she was doing and listened intently.

She heard the faint sound of the front door opening and closing. A few minutes later she heard the soft swish of someone walking in a plastic raincoat growing louder and she began to feel afraid. In spite of her anticipation she still got a fright when Deasie walked into the room, caught sight of her, and let out a squeal of delight. Still wearing her transparent-green plastic raincoat and the apron that Supergirl had been compelled to kiss the previous morning, she came up to Supergirl, clapped her hands, and bounced up and down with joy.

"Oh, my goodness, my goodness!" she gushed. "I can't believe you're really, truly plastic! Oh-ho-ho, you are so-ho-ho helpless!" she added in a spooky laughing tone. "And you're all mine!" She looked Supergirl over and then poked her index finger into Supergirl's pudged-out belly, tipping Supergirl backward and making her rock to and fro. "You've been a very naughty girl, haven't you?" she said accusingly.

Supergirl shook her head.

"Oh, yes, you have," Deasie insisted. "C'mon, 'fess up, now. You're pregnant, aren't you?"

Defiance would gain her nothing, so Supergirl bowed her head and nodded.

"I knew it!" Deasie gloated. "Behind that goody-goody facade beats the heart of a superslut!" She picked the Supergirl shower cap up off the bed, held it out to Supergirl, and demanded that she put it on.

Supergirl complied. She felt silly wearing two shower caps, but it was Deasie's game and she had no realistic alternative to playing it. Of course, she knew why Deasie wanted her to wear the extra shower cap: Deasie didn't want to play with just any blonde; she wanted to play with one particular blonde. And play with her, she did.

Deasie gave Supergirl a jab in the chest and then punched her in the belly when she came back up at her. As Supergirl bounced up the second time, Deasie took a step forward and arched her back so that Supergirl bounced up against her belly. When Supergirl came up against Deasie's raincoat she put her hands on Deasie's waist to hold herself steady.

Deasie reached up with both hands to grip the hem of her hood, lifted the hood off her head, and pushed it back to let it drape across her shoulders. "Get your hands off of me, bitch!" she snarled.

Supergirl jerked her hands away from Deasie as if she had been burned.

Deasie thrust her hips forward to bounce Supergirl off her belly, gave Supergirl a quick jab when she rocked back up, and then gave her a punch that sent her to the floor. And Deasie kept punching her, kept her bouncing, kept her off balance.

"Damned arrogant Kryptonian!" she growled. "You think you're so much better than us pathetic Earthlings, don't you? You think you can do whatever you want with us! You come to our planet uninvited and decide you're going to teach us all how to live! Well, Lord Acton got it exactly right: power corrupts and you're as rotten as month-old garbage!"

As Deasie ranted at her and punched her, Supergirl deepened her understanding of what was driving the woman. Despair over a world that seemed to be going very wrong had engendered in Deasie a cynicism and even nihilism, made all the more intense by the subconscious understanding that her own greedy actions had contributed to the decay of the world. Those failings could only be justified in Deasie's mind by assuming even worse of those who had not given in to the despair. Underneath the humiliation she was feeling Supergirl also felt sadness over the loss of what might have been.

Deasie quickly ran out of things to say as well as the breath to say them. For several minutes the only sounds in the room were the swish of plastic, Deasie's strained grunts, and the soft whops of her fists striking inflated-taut plastic skin. When Deasie stopped bopping Supergirl she took off her apron and tossed it onto the love seat. Then she took off her raincoat and Supergirl could see dew-like condensation on parts of its inside surface. Deasie spread her raincoat, inside facing up, on the love seat and came back to confront Supergirl.

"You made a fool of me!" she said. She threw a punch at Supergirl's face, but Supergirl bent herself to one side to duck it. "When you first came to Earth I thought you were going to be something great. I thought you would be a force for good. But you've done nothing. In a world going to Hell you've done nothing!" She started punching Supergirl again.

It was a familiar accusation Supergirl thought as she bounced off of Deasie's fists. And she always had the same response. She would remind the accuser of an obscure little story about a Dutch boy who came upon a leak in one of the dikes protecting his country from encroachment by the North Sea. The boy had put his hand into the hole and used his finger to plug the leak so that the flow of water would not erode the dike further. Then he had cried out for help, alerted passersby, who then organized the people of a nearby village to repair the dike. The people had then taken the boy, cold and tired, to their village to help him recuperate his health from his ordeal. In Supergirl's view the superheroes of the Justice League were a finger in civilization's dike, stanching the flow of evil, holding back the immiserating forces of chaos lest they swamp goodness and destroy civilization. But it was up to the people of Earth themselves to repair and improve the moral dikes that enabled decency to flourish. Unfortunately some people expected more from the superheroes and thereby set themselves up for disappointment and even humiliation. And some blamed the superheroes for that.

"At least you make a good punching bag," Deasie said as she gave Supergirl one last jab before allowing her to rock to a halt. "Now let's see what else you're good for."

She went into the bathroom and came back with a hand towel, then grabbed Marla's pillow off the bed, tossed it onto the floor behind Supergirl, and dropped the hand towel next to it. "Since you're already naked and shower-capped, let's try shower slave," she said. She undressed herself, laying her clothes on the love seat, and then, when she was completely naked, she took from an inner pocket of her dress what Supergirl at first took to be an opaque-green silk scarf with a lime-green floral pattern woven into it. It hung soft and limp in Deasie's hand, but then it caught a ray of light and reflected a moist-skin sheen and Supergirl caught a glimpse of the green-rubber headband that revealed it to be Deasie's shower cap. Deasie contemplated Supergirl as she tucked her hair up into the plastic beret.

Then Deasie stepped forward and pushed Supergirl over backward. She spread her legs and waddled over the rocking skirt, pushing Supergirl down onto the pillow and then sitting on Supergirl's belly. Bouncing lightly on her inflated prisoner, she said, "I like to play with myself before I bathe and now I have a big, fat blow-up slave to help me get my special pleasure. So now let's see how hot you can get me by rubbing my tits!"

Deasie's bouncing was pushing Supergirl's clitoris rhythmically against the inner skirt of her rocking base and getting her hot, but she wasn't feeling the full, uninhibited sexual excitement she had felt with Marla. She was trembling inside, but only partly from lust. She reached up and lifted Deasie's breasts on the backs of her hands and then allowed them to slide off as she brought her hands around to stroke their sides. She ran the tips of her fingers over Deasie's aureoles and nipples and felt the nipples swelling and hardening. She continued stroking and caressing Deasie's breasts and watched Deasie's reaction.

Deasie put her right hand into her crotch and stroked herself. "My Supergirl!" she sighed. "Oh, this feels so good, sitting on your pregnant belly and playing with myself and knowing that there's nothing you can do to stop me! You're just a big, fat plastic bag! You're so weak and helpless!"

Supergirl felt what little lust had arisen within her drain away as Deasie taunted her. She understood that, where Marla had used her dominance over her to overcome her shyness about having sex with her, Deasie's dominance was motivated by pure malice. Feeling cold inside, Supergirl continued to knead Deasie's breasts, but she got no arousal from the act; it had become a purely mechanical exercise.

Deasie was panting now as she spoke. "When I get you home I'm going to do this in the pool. I'll ride you like an air mattress while I play with myself." She sounded like she was straining to lift a heavy weight. "My punching bag. I'll tie your hands behind your back and play with myself while I punch you. You'll be so helpless and I ... Oh! Oh!" And then she climaxed, uttering a series of squeals as she bounced and rocked to and fro on her prisoner. Then she went still and sat panting. "Put your hands down at your sides!" she said, breathing heavily, and Supergirl obeyed.

Deasie picked the hand towel up off the floor, wiped her right hand on it, and then used it to wipe her sex drool out of her crotch and off Supergirl's belly. "Wow!" she said. "This is almost like being in love. Here we are, both of us naked and touching each other and I get to play with you until I pop my cork!" She put her right hand on Supergirl's chest and then rolled to her left to dismount her toy. "What more could we want?"

Hugging and kissing would be nice, Supergirl thought. Taking me to bed and playing with me under the covers would also be good, she added. And getting rid of the nastiness would definitely help. But, of course, Deasie didn't hear her.

Deasie pulled her hand away and watched Supergirl bounce upright, rock to and fro several times, and then come to a halt. "Oh, that is so hot!" she enthused. "I love seeing how helpless you are, you powerless bimbo." She got up off the floor and went to stand in front of Supergirl. Still breathing heavily, she said, "Oh, yeah, that potion that Marla left for me is working beautifully. I'm going to be hot for another hour. You are so doomed, you poor impotent balloon!" She dropped the hand towel onto the floor by her feet, then reached out with her left hand, took Supergirl by the back of her neck, and pulled her forward, tilting her slightly to one side and pressing her lips against her right breast. "That's it!" Deasie gloated. "Kiss your mistress in submission." She felt her nipples swelling and said, "I'll bet those super-sensitive lips of yours can feel how hot you're getting me. And you know that's not good news for you, don't you?"

She savored the sensation of Supergirl's lips on her breast a little longer and then released her prisoner to let her bob upright. Then she gave Supergirl a quick jab with her left fist to knock her over backward, then began punching her with her left fist as she put her right hand into her crotch and masturbated herself.

Supergirl kept her hands pressed against the sides of her rocking skirt and passively allowed Deasie to play with her. As long as she was a toy, she figured, she might as well play the role and focus her attention on possible ways to correct that situation.

Bopping Supergirl and stroking herself, Deasie grunted and gloated. "You big, fat hot-air balloon!" she said. "You blow-up slavemaid! You weak, helpless plastic clown!"

Wow, Supergirl thought, she's working over Roget as much as she is me.

"You bouncy bimbo! You pneumatic knockabout! You powerless pushover!" Deasie's grunts segued into squeals.

And now she's alliterating, Supergirl commented to herself. Does that mean that she's 'close to climax'?

Indeed it did, for at that moment Deasie stopped bopping Supergirl and put her left hand on Supergirl's right shoulder as if for support. She then twitched and shuddered, letting out a series of squealing "Oh!"s. Her knees nearly buckled and she wobbled Supergirl from side to side as she struggled to keep her balance. Then her climax ended and she stood gazing into Supergirl's eyes and panting.

"I had no idea," she said, gasping for breath, "just how much fun I was going to have playing with you!"

Releasing Supergirl, she knelt down to retrieve the hand towel, wiped her right hand, and then wiped up the mess in her crotch and on the insides of her thighs. She went to the bathroom and tossed the towel into the dirty-clothes hamper, then came back to confront Supergirl yet again, picking up the deflator on the way. Holding the flanged tube in her right hand, she used it to tease Supergirl's valve, running the tip around the short, translucent-white tube protruding from Supergirl's neck.

"I just know that I'm going to get super-hot when I let the air out of you," she said, "and I'm going to come to a huge climax when I see you bowing to me as you deflate." She was starting to breathe heavily again. "Oh, that is going to be so good! But not today." She pushed the deflator into the valve stem protruding from the middle of the super-ess on the front of the rocking skirt.

Again Supergirl felt the pressure against her legs, buttocks, and abdomen diminish. The rocking skirt softened and began to go limp. Supergirl struggled to keep her balance as the skirt's support went away and she and Deasie stared at each other for a long moment.

"Here," Deasie said, "this'll speed things up." She gave Supergirl a shove.

Startled, Supergirl windmilled her arms in a futile attempt to keep her balance. She fell backward nonetheless, but only tipped back about forty-five degrees before the partly deflated skirt stopped her. Then, as air blew a little faster from the deflator, she settled slowly to the floor.

"Ah, such a lovely sight," Deasie said with a sigh. "This is almost as good as watching you deflate."

Before she reached the floor Supergirl pulled down the skirt's waistband, pulled her legs out of the skirt, and stood up. She started to straighten the skirt so that it would deflate neatly, but jumped back when she saw Deasie come at her shaking her finger in her face.

"Now, did I tell you to do that?" Deasie demanded.

Supergirl shook her head and then spread her hands in a shrug.

"Lucky for you, Missy," Deasie said, "that's what I wanted you to do." Her frown turned into a wicked grin. "And since you're so eager to enjoy your next humiliation you may put on your apron."

Supergirl went to the bed, picked up the Supergirl apron, and slipped the yoke over her head. She smoothed the bib and the skirt, savoring the feel of the soft, smooth plastic on her bare skin. The sensation of the plastic sliding over her breasts brought the tingle of pre-arousal, but Deasie's presence in the room suppressed it. Supergirl took the ties in hand and slip-knotted them in a neat bow behind her back. As she did so she saw Deasie go to the love seat, pull her own apron out from under her raincoat, and put it on.

After tying her apron behind her back, Deasie came back to Supergirl, put her left arm around Supergirl's shoulders, and stroked her apron with her right hand. "Ah, the perfect symbol of your subservience," she said. "You're going to wear it all the time for me, sorta like you're continuously kissing my ass." She walked with Supergirl into the bathroom and stood her before the bidet. "But now," she said as she sat down on the bidet and leaned back against the padded backrest, "I want you to kiss something else." She slid forward on the seat and spread her legs wide so that her apron draped into her crotch. She pointed to the floor and reluctantly Supergirl knelt down before her. "I'm pretty sure I know what Marla has been doing with you," Deasie said as she stroked and smoothed the plastic of her apron over her crotch, "and I don't want to spoil her fun. But once I get you home, this apron comes off. Now, kiss me and make me blow up!"

Supergirl was horrified. This isn't even sex, she thought, it's pure degradation. But that, she understood, was entirely the point. By making the encounter sexually satisfying for herself alone and repellant to Supergirl, Deasie could maintain her illusion of superiority and power. Thankful at least for Deasie's apron, Supergirl leaned forward and put her mouth on Deasie's vulva. She moved her lips from side to side and up and down to stimulate Deasie and soon she felt Deasie's clitoris, swelling and stiffening, sliding out of its sheath.

"Ah," Deasie sighed, "Supergirl kissing my cunt. Now that's hot!"

Supergirl concentrated her effort on stimulating Deasie's clitoris, striving to bring her to climax as quickly as possible and get the ordeal over with. She felt Deasie's muscles tense up and heard Deasie begin to utter squeaky grunts. She adjusted the rhythm of her movements to match the rhythm of Deasie's squeals and soon she felt Deasie shudder the way the ground shudders in an earthquake. She felt Deasie's crotch slobber spurt gently onto the apron, bringing extra warmth with it, and she continued rubbing her lips over Deasie's clitoris.

"OK, stop, stop!" Deasie gasped. She sat panting as Supergirl sat back on her heels. Looking down at her victim, she said, "Oh, that was good! We're going to do that every day ... apres la douche."

Supergirl dared to reach out and stroke Deasie's apron, then lifted up a dry part, kissed it and rubbed it on her cheek.

"Not a chance!" Deasie said. "When we do this at home it's going to be your naked lips on my bare twat, no aprons intervening." She untied her apron and let it fall to the floor, where it came to rest wet side up. "You're just my plastic pussy pleaser." She leaned forward, backhanded Supergirl out of her way as if she were a beach ball, then got up and went to the shower. She stepped into the tub, closed the door behind her, slid the shower curtain closed, and started the water running.

What is it going to take to cool down Deasie's fevered brain? Supergirl wondered. What does she need to get her moral sense back into kilter?

She got up off the floor where she had fallen, then picked up Deasie's apron and washed it in the sink with soap and warm water. Then she dried it by rubbing it against one of the towels hanging on the rack, folded it, and laid it over the towel. Then she took the dry towel off the rack and stood by the shower, holding the towel for Deasie.

Deasie turned off the water, pulled back the shower curtain, and stepped out of the tub, stopping short when she saw Supergirl holding the towel out to her. "Wow, you're just the perfect Pollyanna, aren't you?" she snarled as she grabbed the towel. "Fucking stupid Kryptonian bimbo!" she growled as she dried herself. She put the towel back on the rack, then took off her shower cap and hung it on one of the lunettes jutting from the wall above the towel rack. She poked Supergirl in the chest and said, "You are an inflated plastic bag. You are completely at my mercy. And I hate you! Why aren't you cowering in abject terror?!"

Supergirl raised her hands in a gesture of surrender.

Deasie grabbed her and pushed her toward the bedroom. "What's it going to take to get you to face reality?" she demanded. She pushed Supergirl back to the center of the bedroom and demanded that she get back into her rocking skirt. "The only reason I didn't shove a big piece of kryptonite up your fat ass," she said as Supergirl stepped into the skirt and pulled its rubber band up around her waist, "is that I want to see you suffer for as long as I live. No easy way out for you. You're going to be my punching bag forever!" She knelt down before Supergirl and Supergirl lifted the skirt of her apron to expose the rocking skirt's valve stem. Deasie pulled the deflator out of the valve and tossed it onto the bed. "This is how you wanted to have me, isn't it? Naked and helpless before you so that you could just play with me!" She took the valve stem in her mouth and began blowing. For several minutes the whoosh of air being blown into a plastic bag filled the room. Then Deasie finished inflating the skirt, blowing as hard as she could with her final breaths to make the plastic extra taut. She stood up and jabbed a finger into Supergirl's chest, rocking her backward. "You wanted to humiliate me. Well, tough luck, Stuporgirl! You're my toy!" She half turned away from Supergirl, then spun back around and walloped the hapless Girl of Plastic with a punch across the face that sent her to the floor. When Supergirl bounced back up Deasie punched her again and kept delivering vicious punches as Supergirl kept coming back up for more.

The punches weren't physically painful, so Supergirl didn't duck them this time. Deasie might just as well have been hitting her with a pillow. But Supergirl was definitely starting to wonder when Deasie's anger was going to run out of fuel and burn out.

After punching Supergirl for only a minute or two Deasie stopped. "Well, that's enough for today," she said. "Maybe tomorrow Marla will have caught her own prey. Then I can take you home and really make you miserable." She went to the love seat and began putting her clothes back on. "But let me leave you with an unpleasant thought for tonight," she said. "Marla told me that if you're wearing anything made of this soft plastic skin when some guy squirts his scuzz into your cunt, then you will become pregnant with a copy of that thing. And every time a guy pumps more scuzz into you that copy will grow bigger and you'll get fatter until you pop out a new whatever. So, I'm thinking that for your first pregnancy you're going to wear your Linda Danvers raincoat and your very special apron." She finished dressing and came over to confront Supergirl again. "But," she mused, "who are we going to get to do the deed? Who gets the special privilege of knocking up Supergirl?" She gave Supergirl a gentle jab. "Ooh! Ooh! I know!" she said with an evil grin. "Luthor!"

Now Supergirl was genuinely terrified. The thought of being raped by Lex Luthor - and given how deeply Luthor hated her, it would be a rape - was just too horrible to contemplate. The very idea of that madman's leering face looming over her as he jammed his pregnifier into her was just.... And then enlightenment dawned. Deasie wasn't merely angry: she was insane. It was as if the needle on her moral compass had turned to brass. She had lost all sense of proportion in her emotional reactions, which meant that she would never stop feeling rage at Supergirl. It reminded her of a phenomenon that her foster father, Fred Danvers, had called positive feedback, the phenomenon by which a public-address system converts a small sound into a loud distorted squeal. Whatever she had done to hurt Deasie's feelings kept coming back into Deasie's mind ever more intensely. It was like a sore that the sufferer scratched until it got infected and became ever more painful. There was no hope. Deasie had become what Inspector Henderson had once called an irremediable moral imbecile.

And that moral imbecile was laughing at her. "Oh, yes, that's perfect!" Deasie enthused. "Lex Luthor fucks up Supergirl! I love it!" She put her left arm around Supergirl's shoulders and gave her a hug that under other circumstances would have been a friendly gesture. "All I have to do is figure out how to keep him from blabbing it all over the place. Maybe Marla has some potion we can use." She gave Supergirl another hug and then released her. "And for tonight's nightmare, think about this!" She gave Supergirl a light punch in the face and said, "the wedding!" Then, laughing, she left.

Supergirl simply stood and trembled all over. What Deasie had described filled her with such intense horror that it nearly swamped her ability to think rationally. But reason prevailed and showed her thoughts that restored her hope. First, there was some possibility that Marla would not be able to put Luthor under permanent control for Deasie; she recalled that the enslaving effect of Marla's rod was only temporary. Second, aside from his moral failings, Luthor was no fool: as much as he would love the idea of raping Superman's cousin, he would definitely not want to do it as someone else's puppet. Deasie had set herself a very difficult problem in her desire to use Luthor against Supergirl without him going out and bragging to the entire underworld about it. The problem might have no solution: if it did have a solution, Deasie would certainly have to spend time finding it and applying it, perhaps enough time to allow Supergirl to get herself rescued.

Supergirl was still reviewing her options, trying to recall from memory any details that she might have missed, when Marla returned. She came out of her reverie when she heard the swish of Marla's raincloak coming closer. In spite of herself she felt herself coming aroused again by the anticipation of touching Marla and her warm plastic.

Marla came into the room, smiled at Supergirl, and then abruptly turned her attention to the love seat and the transparent-green plastic raincoat still sprawled across it. "Deasie left her raincoat?" Marla commented. "Zat is unusual. She is not usually so forgetful." Then she smiled as a new thought came to her. "Ah, perhaps she left it so zat you can play vis it."

Supergirl started to shake her head, but then raised her hands in a shrug instead. She didn't believe that Deasie wanted her to play with her raincoat, but it occurred to her to think that Deasie had left the raincoat hoping that she would play with it, thereby justifying, in Deasie's psychotic imagination, Deasie flying into a towering rage and punishing her.

Marla picked up the raincoat by its collar and held it out toward Supergirl. "Do you vant to play vis it?"

Supergirl shook her head. As much as she loved plastic, she had no desire to play with Deasie's. It was as if the plastic had acquired a foul smell from its association with Deasie.

Marla tossed the raincoat onto the bed and came up to Supergirl. "So, vhat vill ve do now?"

Supergirl put up her fists in a cartoonish boxer's stance and feinted at Marla with several jabs.

"Oh, you vant to fight, do you?" Marla said as she stepped close to Supergirl and gave her a light jab in the chest. "OK, ve can go a few rounds. But first I have to transact some business in ze restroom." She started to turn away, but turned back when Supergirl grabbed her raincloak's right sleeve.

Supergirl took the opportunity to shift her grip to the front of the raincloak and start pulling the magnetic patches apart.

Giving Supergirl a knowing smile, Marla opened her raincloak and took it off. "So, you vant to play vis my raincoat, ja?" she said as she held the raincloak out to Supergirl.

Supergirl nodded, took the raincloak, and put it on, running her hands down the front to smooth the plastic against her body. She brought her right arm up and kissed the raincloak's sleeve, then began rubbing her hands on her breasts.

"Goot!" Marla said. "You have fun until I come back!" She turned and went to the bathroom. "Ach! Mein lieber Deasie!" she exclaimed as she entered the room.

For about a quarter of an hour, in the ensuing silence, Supergirl stroked Marla's raincloak and fondled herself. She thrust her hips slowly to and fro, making herself rock back and forth and rubbing her clitoris rhythmically against the inner plastic of her rocking skirt. Thinking of playing with Marla and going to bed with her brought back the excitement she had felt when Marla had first mounted her. The sound of the toilet flushing brought her out of her reverie. Briefly she heard the sound of water running in the sink and then a moment after it stopped she saw Marla come out of the bathroom carrying Deasie's apron and shower cap.

"Zis is nicht goot!" she said. "Deasie vould never leave her intimate plastic like zis. Somezing must have upset her." She put the apron and the shower cap on top of Deasie's raincoat. "Vell, ve vill talk about zis later. For now," she said as she came to where Supergirl stood, "ve vill have a nice punchout." She took off her shoes and her dress and went to the closet to put them away. Then from the dresser she took a tee shirt and a white plastic half slip and put them on.

While Marla was changing clothes Supergirl took off her raincloak. When Marla came back to her, Supergirl handed her the raincloak and Marla simply tossed it onto the bed. Marla turned back to Supergirl and as soon as she got close enough Supergirl punched her in the belly, tipping herself backward in reaction.

"Oh, so you are ze sneaky vun," Marla said with a chuckle. As Supergirl rocked back forward Marla gave her a quick jab in the chest. And the fight, such as it was, began in earnest.

For half an hour Supergirl bobbed and weaved, trying to evade Marla's blows, and bounced and wobbled when she failed. On several occasions she managed to slip past Marla's guard and deliver a few jabs and punches of her own, but mostly she was simply a punching bag. The only sounds were the swish of Supergirl's apron, Marla's soft grunts, and the rubbery thumps of Marla's fists striking Supergirl's inflated body. Even though she was being well and truly beaten, Supergirl was actually having fun: where Deasie had been mean, vicious, and spiteful, Marla was simply being playful and that made an immense difference in Supergirl's emotional reaction. If she had to be an inflated plastic slavedoll, she would prefer to be Marla's. Unfortunately, the very essence of slavery is a lack of choice, especially a choice of masters (Yeah, yeah, I know. But wage slavery is actually a different degrading phenomenon - TdC).

"You are so soft and bouncy," Marla commented at one point, "like a rubber ball."

The comment reminded Supergirl of the song "Rubber Ball", which Bobby Vee had made popular several years earlier. As she rocked and rolled for Marla she thought, as the song put it, "...like a rubber ball I keep bouncing back to you." And she kept bouncing, for as long as Marla wanted to "go a few rounds".

Which wasn't all that long. Half an hour after throwing her first punch Marla backed away from Supergirl and said, "Enough. I don't vant to vork up a sveat." She was panting from her exertion.

Supergirl beckoned to her, motioning for her to come closer. Warily Marla complied with the request, but didn't come close enough. Supergirl motioned more insistently and, with a sigh, Marla came to stand directly in front of her. Supergirl put her hands on Marla's waist, slid then around her back to pull her closer, and then she kissed Marla. Marla responded by embracing Supergirl, coming even closer, so much so that her feet went under the base of Supergirl's rocking skirt, and putting full passion into the kiss.

Supergirl lifted Marla's shirt so that Marla's bare belly would rub against her apron. She pushed her belly rhythmically against Marla to enhance the sensation. At the same time she slid her left arm around Marla's back and with her right hand stroked the warm plastic of Marla's half slip. As her own passion flared up, enhanced by the sensation of Marla's breasts rubbing her apron against her own breasts, she slid her hands up Marla's back and unhooked her bra.

Marla drew in a deep breath in two stages, like a gasp, and broke off the kiss. She freed herself from Supergirl's embrace, stepped back, and reached behind her back to refasten her bra. "Not so fast," she said in a jovial tone. "Ja, ve vill go to bed soon enough, but now is too early." She retrieved the deflator off the bed and brought it to Supergirl. "Here," she said as she handed Supergirl the flanged tube, "free yourself from zat bouncy balloon you are vearing."

Supergirl pushed aside the skirt of her apron and then pushed the deflator into the valve protruding from the front of her rocking skirt. She felt the skirt soften immediately and she pressed her hands against it to hasten the airflow coming out of it. After a few minutes she was able to pull the skirt down to her knees and pull her legs out of it. Going to the bed, she took off her apron.

"No, no," Marla said. "Not so fast. I don't vant you to take off your apron."

Supergirl held up her right hand in a wait-a-minute gesture as she laid her apron on the bed. She reached for her raincloak and then paused. She saw in her mind that the way the cloak's sleeves attached would make it essentially impossible for her to tie the apron properly. Heaving a little inner sigh, she picked up Linda's transparent-blue plastic Stormette™ raincoat and put it on, merging the magnetic patches down the placket and then pulling up the hood. She then put her apron back on, pushed back the hood of her raincoat so that it draped over the apron's yoke and lay across her upper back, and then slip-knotted the apron's ties behind her back.

"Oh, ja!" Marla said as she looked Supergirl over. "You are such an angel ... vis a pretty plastic halo!"

Marla put her right arm around Supergirl and led her out of the bedroom. Accompanied by the soft swish of warm plastic, the two women walked through the house to the kitchen. There Marla obliged Supergirl to serve her as her waitress.

Supergirl was astounded to discover that she could lift and carry, just barely, a fully loaded dinner plate. Whatever it was that manifested her consciousness and enabled her to see, hear, and feel through her plastic skin when she was fully inflated also enabled her to move the balloon that she had become - that much she had known since she had been transformed. But now she found that she could exert more force than a mere blow-up doll could be expected to produce. Of course, it didn't do her any good, but it still astounded her.

When she had finished eating, Marla compelled Supergirl to help her wash and dry the dishes. It didn't take long and when they were finished and they had dried their hands Marla gently nudged Supergirl toward the living room. In the middle of the room Marla wrapped her right arm across Supergirl's chest, slowly rubbed her left hand up and down Supergirl's belly, and kissed Supergirl's valve.

"Now," Marla said, "if you vere ze Batgirl, I vould have you for dessert ... vhile I still feel fat and varm." She hugged Supergirl tighter and Supergirl got even hotter over the extra affection. "Ja, vell I vill have you anyvay. But first ve must talk." She released Supergirl from her grasp and said, "Go sit on ze sofa!"

Supergirl complied. She took the opportunity to enjoy the sensation of her raincoat's plastic rubbing against her bare skin when she ran her hands over her buttocks and down the backs of her thighs to lift the raincoat's skirt as she sat down. She watched Marla search among the boxed game sets stacked on a shelf on the far side of the room and felt some puzzlement, which evaporated when she saw what Marla had selected.

Marla pulled the box labeled Scrabble™ from the stack, carried to the sofa, and set it on the coffee table as she sat down. She opened the box, spilled the tiles onto the table, and began turning the tiles over to face letter side up.

"Now," Marla said, "you can spell out vhat you vant to say."

Supergirl selected two tiles and spelled out [OK]. She turned over more tiles.

"So, vhy vould Deasie leave her personal plastic here?" Marla asked. "I cannot believe zat she vould leave her raincoat and apron, certainly not her shower cap."

[SHE WAS DEEPLY UPSET WHEN SHE LEFT] Supergirl spelled out.

"Vhat upset her?" Marla asked. "Vhat did you do?"

[I TRIED TO BE A GOOD TOY] Supergirl tiled. [I DID WHAT I THOUGHT SHE WANTED].

"And zat upset her!?" Marla asked, seeming perplexed.

[I TRIED TO MAKE HER FEEL GOOD] Supergirl tiled. [COOL HER ANGER]. [BUT IT ONLY MADE HER FEEL WORSE].

"Vhy?" Marla asked. "How can playing vis a good toy make her feel bad? She has vanted you for so long. Now she gets to play vis you and zat makes her feel bad?! How?"

[I THINK SHE IS INSANE].

Marla let out a sound that was as much feline hiss as exasperated sigh.

[WHY ELSE WOULD PLAYING WITH ME MAKE HER FEEL BAD].

"Ja, ja, I see it now," Marla said impatiently. Then she added more slowly, "And I t'ink you may be right. I know she vas obsessed vis having you as her toy. I t'ought maybe she is secretly in love vis yo and zat she vill play vis you in her bed." She sighed. "Zis ist nicht gut!"

[DONT YOU HAVE A SPELL THAT WILL HELP HER], Supergirl spelled out.

"Oh, so now you believe zat ze vitch can do anyt'ing!" Marla said. "Vell, I can't. I don't have a spell zat vill do vhat you vant. Ze control rod vould do vhat you vant, but its effect vears off after about fifteen minutes."

[PERHAPS THE ROD CAN MAKE HER ENJOY PLAYING WITH ME] Supergirl tiled. [WHEN THE EFFECT WEARS OFF SHE KEEPS THE MEMORY OF PLEASURE]. [MAYBE THAT WILL HELP HER].

"Ja, if I do it enough times," Marla said, "I t'ink it might help. But how many times? How long must I stay here to keep treating her? Ach! So now you vant me to be Deasie's psychiatrist!"

[OR LET HER SUCCUMB TO TOTAL MADNESS].

"Nein," Marla said with a sigh. "I vill not abandon her to such a cruel fate. No, I vill make her fall in love vis you so zat playing vis you vill make her happy. Ja, zat is ze best vay." She took Supergirl in an embrace and kissed her. "Ja," she said, "you vill be a good love toy for Deasie." She released Supergirl then and stood up. Then she held her left hand out to Supergirl.

Supergirl took Marla's proffered hand and allowed Marla to pull her up off the sofa. She stood in the middle of the room while Marla turned off the lights and then accompanied Marla back to the bedroom.

"Now," Marla said as she closed the bedroom door behind her, "take off your apron, your raincoat, and your Supergirl shower cap and put on my raincloak."

Trembling with anticipatory excitement, Supergirl went to the bed. She took off her blue shower cap and tossed it onto the bed, took off her apron and tossed it onto the shower cap, and then took off her raincoat and tossed it onto her apron. She picked up Marla's raincloak and touching the soft, translucent-black plastic reawakened her awareness of the sensations of swelling in her nipples and clitoris. She slid her hands into the smooth sleeves and felt the plastic warm instantly on her skin. She looked coyly over her shoulder as she put up the hood and saw that Marla had taken off her tee shirt and bra: dressed only in her panties and plastic half slip, her hands pressed against the front of the slip, the witch looked so much like an inflated punching bag that Supergirl just wanted to play with her all night.

She started by going to Marla and standing as close as she could to her without touching her. Then she arched her back and pressed her belly against Marla's. Slowly she rubbed her belly up and down on Marla's, putting her hands on Marla's waist to hold herself against Marla. After a minute of belly-rubbing she leaned forward and rubbed her breasts against Marla's. She didn't get to do it for long.

Marla grabbed her in an embrace and kissed her. "Ja, ve go to bed now!" she said in a panting voice. She gave Supergirl one last squeeze and then released her.

Supergirl backed away from Marla, took off Marla's raincloak, and tossed it onto the bed. As Marla went to turn out the light, Supergirl slid herself under the covers and lay waiting. In the dark she heard the swish of Marla taking off her half slip and then the sigh of satin sliding on flesh as Marla took off her panties. She felt the bed move as Marla got under the covers with her.

Marla immediately scooted herself close to Supergirl. "Now I have ze goot surprise for you," she said in a tremulous voice. She rolled over and mounted Supergirl, sliding both of her legs between Supergirl's.

Supergirl felt a shock jolt through her when she felt an erect penis press into her crotch, probe her, and then slide into her vagina. She felt her libido heat up explosively as Marla pulled the penis partway out of her and then push it back in. The sensations of Marla's warmth and weight on her body seemed muted compared to what was happening inside her. She writhed and squirmed in Marla's embrace as she tried to amplify the sensations of being penetrated by Marla's stiff, rubbery prong.

"Ah, you like my pregnifier, ja?" Marla gloated as she began thrusting in earnest. Slowly at first and then faster and harder. "Now you feel how I vill make ze Batgirl pregnant vis my raincloak." She was panting hard now and her words came out more as grunts. "Every night I vill fatten her up in bed until she gives me a new raincloak." At that she jerked and began ramming Supergirl faster and harder.

Supergirl felt something hot blossom deep inside her in rapid spurts. Helpless to stop herself, she climaxed in response, bucking and thrashing in Marla's embrace. She felt her own libido rushing out of her in stiff, hot spurts. And then it was over and Marla lay panting on top of her. She felt the heat that Marla had squirted into her fade.

Several minutes later Marla whispered, "I love you, Supergirl! I vant you to be happy as a plastic prisoner, so I vill help make Deasie fall in love vis you. I t'ink I know vhat I can do. Ja, maybe I can talk to Deasie," she mused. "Maybe she vill let me be ze vun to make you pregnant. Oh, zat vould be so much fun! Zen ve all t'ree of us can be in love." She let out a satisfied sigh, let her head droop onto Supergirl's pillow, and went to sleep.

Supergirl felt Marla's breathing slow, felt her muscles relax, and felt her body-warm shower cap pressed against her left cheek. She felt her own internal rhythms slowing and, with Marla lying limp on top of her, she fell into a dream:

She had entertained the thought of the possibility that her transformation might actually be irreversible. If that were the case and if she were somehow rescued before Marla could capture and plastify Batgirl, then Supergirl would have to be given to Barbara Gordon to keep. In her dream Deasie and Marla, turned into plastic and trapped in the tautly inflated Supergirl and Batgirl rocking skirts that they had intended for their victims, stand in Barbara's bedroom as punching bags. Now Supergirl was going to be Barbara's plastic sex prisoner and she was going to love it. She and Barbara were already naked and in Barbara's bed together.

"Ah, my big, fat, plastic Supergirl doll," Barbara whispered into Supergirl's right ear. "You're so soft and warm! Are you ready to play with me?"

Supergirl shook her head, but Barbara simply rolled over on top of her and mounted her. Supergirl could see Barbara looming over her and coming down to kiss her. She felt the softness, smoothness, and warmth of Barbara's body pressed against her and saw the plastic sheen of Barbara's Batgirl shower cap directly in front of her face. Almost instinctively she tried to twist herself out from under her captress, but the effort was less than futile; her struggles only intensified the sensations of having Barbara lying on top of her.

She felt herself coming aroused, felt the pressure in her nipples and clitoris rising until she thought they might pop. Seeing Barbara's red hair puffing out the shiny transparent-black plastic of her shower cap right in front of her eyes made her feel warm and quivery inside. She felt helpless, knowing that the signs of Barbara's arousal, her panting, her trembling, her clitoris pressing into her prisoner's thigh, were getting her hot. Soon she could only submit to the heat. She put her arms around Barbara's back and began to stroke Barbara to heat her up even more. Hearing Barbara crying, "Oh, Kara!" over and over again made her tremble inside and her libido grew even hotter.

Slowly, as if to prolong the experience, to savor its sensations, to linger over her hapless blow-up slavegirl, Barbara began to move. She thrust her hips lazily to and fro, sliding her clitoris up and down Supergirl's thigh. She panted quavery grunts into Supergirl's ear while squeezing and kneading her. And she bounced on her inflated toy, rocking from side to side.

Completely helpless, Supergirl squirmed and writhed in Barbara's embrace. She kissed Barbara's neck and then, when Barbara turned her head to get her nose out of Supergirl's pillow, found her face pushed into the soft, warm plastic of Barbara's shower cap...and climaxed. She felt as if all of the heat that had build up within her were being ejected from her clitoris in silent explosions. Her whole body pulsated and it didn't end. It was as if Barbara's motions were pumping more sexual heat into her, reinflating her with passion as fast as she blew it out. If she could have made a sound she would have been emitting quavery squeals of pleasure.

Then Barbara jerked. Suddenly she began ramming her clitoris more forcefully against Supergirl's thigh and making trembling grunting sounds. As she convulsed in climax, she made Supergirl climax all the harder. Then, all too soon, it was over and Barbara lay panting on her special toy. A moment later Supergirl felt the hot flash of Barbara's post-coital blush and then the world became especially calm and faded....

Supergirl stayed in bed after Marla got up. She lay hugging her pillow and listening to the water run as Marla took her morning shower. She remained motionless as she listened to Marla getting dressed and leaving the room to get her breakfast. Only after she heard the bedroom door close did she roll over and look around. She was alone and would be for some time. She wanted to make an experiment and this was her opportunity.

She reached over the covers, grabbed Deasie's raincoat, and pulled it under the covers. She wrapped it around her pillow and caressed it. She trembled inside as she felt the green plastic warming under her touch. As Deasie's prisoner she would have to maintain her own emotional stability and she figured that sneaking trysts with Deasie's raincoat would help in that effort ... if her love of plastic could overcome her horror at Deasie's behavior and allow her to fall in love with the raincoat. If her lust could banish the taint of Deasie's evil from the raincoat, then the task of keeping Deasie separate from her evil in her mind would be easier. What was it some people said about hating the sin but not the sinner? It was the purest intellectual fraud, of course: one cannot properly separate the act from the actor. But it would serve Supergirl as a useful fiction.

She rolled over, mounted the pillow, and rubbed herself against soft, smooth plastic. She was reminded of the times when she had gone to the hidden room she had built inside the abandoned steam plant on the campus of Stanhope College and masturbated with the Batgirl punching bag that she kept inflated there. She had found that she had to pile up firm pillows on both sides of the bag so that she could mount it, fat balloon that it was. After weakening herself with a small piece of kryptonite she would strip herself naked, push the bag down between the pillows, and lay herself on top of it to masturbate. The sight of Batgirl's image printed on the plastic thrilled her, made Batgirl an object of her lust by association with the plastic.

But Batgirl wasn't hostile to her, as Deasie was. No, what she was doing now had more in common with the times she masturbated on her inflated exercise poshaba in Argo City. The image of Warrior Maiden printed on the plastic had filled her with a trembling anxiety that felt very much like the thrill of sexual excitement. If such a thing had been possible, if some magical role reversal had made her Warrior Maiden's plastic prisoner, as she had fantasized, she had no doubt that Warrior Maiden would use her solely as a punching bag. But for all the imagery of humiliating captivity, it was nonetheless a fantasy, something that she controlled in accordance with her subconscious needs and desires. There was no way that she could exert any control over her relationship with Deasie.

It was futile. She just couldn't get aroused over Deasie's raincoat, in spite of how sexy pleasant it felt. It felt tainted by the anger and cruelty that Deasie had expressed: Deasie's personal plastic now carried an indelible connotation of hatred and hatred is simply not sexy.

With an inner sigh, Supergirl raised herself up into a kneeling position. She took the raincoat off the pillow and tossed it behind her, back onto the bed near its foot. Then she got up, put on her raincoat and apron, then sat on the love seat and played with herself until Marla returned.

Again she speculated on what her fate might be if her plastification could not be reversed. Instead of Batgirl, she might be rescued by Wonder Woman, she thought. In that case she would be taken to Paradise Island and remain there as Wonder Woman's plastic prisoner. She imagined what it would be like to be the Amazon Princess's inflatable toy:

She had been deflated for the flight to Paradise Island. Now she felt someone reinflating her. She regained consciousness in the anteroom of an Amazonian bungalow and felt completely naked. She could feel that she was being held on someone's lap and could feel that someone blowing warm, moist air into her through the valve on her neck. That woman was wearing a plastic apron and was holding her with her left hand holding Supergirl's left bicep and her right arm around Supergirl's waist. She was using long, deep breaths to inflate the Girl of Plastic and seemed to be taking an inordinately long time to blow Supergirl full and taut. Once the woman had her fully inflated, she pulled Supergirl's wrists behind her back and tied them with a soft, silky cord. Then, still holding her, the woman stood up.

"Some superheroine you are!" she heard a familiar voice say in a thick Greek accent. "Getting yourself turned into a balloon!" Princess Diana, better known to the world as Wonder Woman, turned Supergirl around, released her, and looked her up and down. "Well, at least you'll be good for something," she said. "I think you're going to be a good toy, fun to play with."

Standing with her head bowed, Supergirl saw that Diana was wearing a knee-length peplos, vulgarly known as a Greek slave-girl dress by people who didn't know anything about Greek culture, and a plastic full apron in a style she had not seen before. Resembling a chemise made of soft white fabric, the peplos was cinched at Diana's waist with a narrow sash. The apron was made of silky-soft, skin-smooth, transparent-violet plastic on which kelp-like patterns were printed in sea-green and silver. The apron's ruffle-fringed skirt hung to just below Diana's calves and rippled as she moved, like drapes in a breeze.

Then Diana gave her a gentle push toward her rocking skirt, which sat partly inflated in the middle of the room. Diana put her into the rocking skirt and then knelt before her to finish inflating it.

As Diana blew into the valve Supergirl felt soft, smooth plastic press against her legs and buttocks. She looked down and saw the shiny blue plastic bulging slightly. She felt the plastic of the bag's inner skirt slide between her legs and into her crotch, pressing against and rubbing her extended clitoris. She started coming aroused and was sure that the rhythmic sensation of Diana blowing into the valve would quickly bring her to climax. But then Diana had the skirt blown full and firm and she stood up to confront Supergirl. Once again Supergirl stood helpless as a roly-poly punching bag.

And Diana was quick to take the hint. She punched Supergirl in the belly and Supergirl bounced off her fist as lightly as a beach ball. Supergirl tipped over backward and then bounced smartly upright as if eager to be punched again. As Diana punched her again and again Supergirl bounced and reeled. Bobbing and weaving, Supergirl tried to evade Diana's blows, but with little success. Again and again Supergirl bounced lightly off Diana's fists, tipped backward almost to the floor, and then came back up at the Amazon as if begging to be punched yet again.

As each punch and jab jolted her Supergirl felt the plastic of the rocking skirt press against her clitoris and rub it. She was getting hot again. She was just about to climax when....

She was drawn out of her reverie by Marla coming back into the room. The witch beckoned to her, indicating that she should come to where her rocking skirt lay deflated on the floor. She complied and took Marla in an embrace to kiss her.

"Take off your apron and your raincoat," Marla said as she gently pushed Supergirl away from her. She took Supergirl's apron and raincoat as Supergirl obeyed the order and tossed them onto the bed. When she turned back around she found Supergirl already getting into the plastic skirt. She knelt in front of Supergirl and reinflated the rocking skirt. When she had blown the skirt full she rocked back on her heels and ran her hands over the taut, smooth plastic, taking a moment to catch her breath. "I vant to do zis so much vis Batgirl!" she said with a sigh. "I vant to put her into her rocking skirt and make her my hot plastic bride!" She stood up then, took Supergirl in an embrace, and kissed her. Then she turned, grabbed up her raincloak, and left.

Supergirl waited until she heard the garage door open and close and then she slipped back into her interrupted reverie:

She stood helpless in Diana's bedroom, wearing only her raincoat and apron. Diana came out of her bathroom still wearing her Pert and Pretty™ "Greek Fantasy" shower cap, a bouffant version of 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. Without saying a word she took Supergirl's apron off her and tossed it onto a chair, took Supergirl's raincoat off her and tossed it on top of the apron, and then pushed Supergirl into her bed and turned out the light.

"At last I've got you right where I want you," Diana gloated as she slid herself into the bed with Supergirl. "You're all mine now, my personal plastic prisoner." She slid herself close to Supergirl. "I am so hot!" she whispered. "And all because of you, 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. Diana's lips pressed against hers and her struggle to escape the kiss only intensified it. Diana was breathing heavily and Supergirl, for her part, felt quivery inside, felt her heart beating faster, felt the pressure in her crotch intensify.

Diana's voice trembled as she said, "Oh, Dear Aphrodite, I can't believe that I'm actually fucking Supergirl!" She was panting with tremulous gasps as she fully mounted her prisoner, getting on top of her and sliding her right thigh between Supergirl's legs.

Supergirl felt Diana's large, rubbery-smooth breasts slide across her chest and press down soft and hot on her own A-cup mounds. She felt Diana's belly press body heat into her with every breath that Diana took. And she felt Diana's thigh press hot into her crotch, against her labia and her clitoris, and she squirmed in Diana's embrace.

"Oh, yes," Diana panted. "Try to get away, Supergirl! You are 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 Supergirl's thigh, rubbing her own thigh forcefully against Supergirl's clitoris at the same time. Suddenly her body was wracked by spasms. "Oh, Supergirl!" she moaned over and over as she climaxed, her thrusting motions becoming jerky as she bounced lightly on her inflated love-toy, rocking slightly from side to side.

Supergirl felt a tickling in her clitoris and then abruptly felt a hot pulsating sensation as if the pressurized libido in her crotch was blowing through her clitoris in long, hard spurts. Shuddering waves of warmth shook her whole body and her climax was made all the hotter by Diana's continuing convulsions and the knowledge that she had been the cause of them. She wanted the sensations to go on all night, wanted Diana 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.

Diana, too, for all her Amazon endurance, 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.

The faint sound of the garage door opening and closing brought her out of her reverie. She listened intently, but heard nothing. After several minutes she heard Marla's voice coming faintly from the room with the plastifier in it. A sense of dread and despair filled her, depressing her spirit.

She then saw Marla, still wearing her raincloak, come into the bedroom with Barbara Gordon, who was wearing nothing but a Batgirl shower cap, a simple beret-style cap made of transparent-black plastic on which thumbnail-sized copies of Barbara's black-and-yellow Bat-emblem had been printed.

Marla had her hands all over Barbara, lightly squeezing and caressing her large, well-shaped breasts, stroking her belly, and teasing the insides of her thighs. "You see?" she said as she turned Barbara to face Supergirl. "You see how I granted Supergirl's fondest vish?"

"Oh, yes," Barbara said breathlessly. "Oh, I can't wait to be plastic like her! Oh, please blow me up now!"

"Ja, soon," Marla said. "But first ve must get you nicely clean. After you take ze shower, zen I vill plastify you."

Barbara turned then and went into the bathroom, with Marla behind her trying to keep up.

Supergirl heard water running in the bath and imagined zombified Barbara bathing herself as Marla watched. Her hopes of being rescued before being given over to Deasie died. It would be a long time before she and Barbara would be free, of that she was now certain, and it would feel even longer once she was in Deasie's vile clutches.

Soon she saw Marla and Barbara come out of the bathroom. Barbara was still naked and still wearing her Batgirl shower cap, which Marla clearly intended to use to catalyze Barbara's transformation into a plastic doll. Marla touched Barbara with her rod to freshen up her enslavement and then brought her to stand in front of Supergirl.

"Now," Marla said, "vhile you finish getting dry you can play vis Supergirl. You vill like zat, ja?"

"Yes," Barbara said. "I will like playing with Supergirl. She is a good toy."

"Goot," Marla said. "Now she is your punching bag, so punch her and make her bounce gaily for you!"

Barbara gave Supergirl a jab that rocked her backward and when she tipped back up bopped her again. Supergirl kept her hands pressed against her rocking skirt and simply submitted to Barbara's blows, bouncing lightly off her fists. But only a few minutes after throwing her first blow, Barbara did something that took Marla completely by surprise; she took a step forward and when Supergirl bounced up against her she took Supergirl in a full embrace and began hugging and kissing her.

Already partially aroused by the sensations of Barbara playing with her as a punching bag, Supergirl gained full sexual arousal as she felt Barbara's breasts and belly press warm and soft against hers. She brought her hands up and slid them around Barbara's back to embrace her and then squirmed in her embrace.

"Zat is not punching," Marla said with a sigh of exasperation.

Panting heavily, Barbara broke off her kissing Supergirl and pressed her left cheek against Supergirl's. "I love you so much!" she said. "I love you, Supergirl!" Then she kissed Supergirl's valve and Supergirl climaxed.

"Ja, OK," Marla said, "if you vant to hold Supergirl so much, pick her up and bring her vis us!"

Barbara knelt down, slid her arms around Supergirl's rocking skirt, and embraced her tightly. Then she stood up and carried Supergirl with her as she went with Marla to the room with the plastifier in it. Following Marla's instructions, she set Supergirl down on a spot behind the point where Marla would stand when she operated the plastifier.

"Ja," Marla said approvingly to Supergirl. "Now you can vatch vhile I turn Batgirl into a nice plastic blow-up doll." Absent-mindedly, she set her purple rod on the control panel of the plastifier and turned her attention to Barbara.

Inspiration and desperation met in Supergirl's mind and conceived an idea. She swung her arms to set herself to rocking to and fro. With her back turned, Marla couldn't see her, but she tried to be as quiet as possible nonetheless. Rocking forward as far as she could, she reached out and grabbed the rod. With the rod firmly in her right hand, she swung herself back as far as she could and then forward. With her left hand she grabbed Marla's raincloak and pulled.

"Vhat?" Marla said as she turned around.

Before she could complete the move, Supergirl touched the rod to her cheek and then pulled it out of reach. She let go of Marla's raincloak and as forcefully as she could, pointed to Marla and then to the floor.

With a quizzical, almost bemused, look on her face, Marla turned to face Supergirl directly. For a moment Supergirl felt afraid that she had failed. But then Marla knelt down before her and didn't move.

Now all Supergirl had to do was wait. It seemed like hours, but only a few minutes later she heard a gasp and saw Barbara looking around in astonishment. Then Barbara looked at her in a mixture of fascination and horror. She held the rod out to Barbara, clearly offering it to her, and Barbara took it and touched Marla with it.

"Get up!" Barbara said to Marla.

Marla got up and stood helpless before her erstwhile captive.

"Get Supergirl out of that balloon she's wearing!" Barbara commanded.

Marla went up the stairs to the bedroom and returned a moment later with the deflator. She knelt before Supergirl and pushed the deflator into the valve on her rocking skirt, then stood up to await further instructions from Barbara.

As soon as she could, Supergirl got herself out of the deflating skirt. She went to Barbara and embraced her.

"Holy cow, Kara!" Barbara said breathlessly. "This is not a good time to make me want to play with you!" Gently she pushed Supergirl away and turned to Marla. "Tell me truthfully," she commanded, "how I can change Supergirl back into her normal form!"

Marla explained to Barbara how to use the plastifier to reverse the transformation that she had wrought in Supergirl. Indeed, she seemed almost eager to please Barbara.

With Barbara's help, Supergirl got into the plastifier's booth. She watched Barbara activate the machine and then press the red button that triggered the transformation. She heard a loud whoomp and felt a jolt inside her. She hesitated for a few seconds, took a deep breath, exhaled it, and then opened the door of the booth and stepped out.

"You know," Supergirl said casually to Barbara, "you could have locked Marla in the cage and then played with me all you wanted."

"Yeah, well," Barbara said, "there's someone else I want to blow up right now." She turned to Marla and said, "Take off all of your clothes!"

Supergirl trotted up the stairs and went to the bathroom to retrieve Marla's shower cap. She brought it back to where Barbara and Marla waited and explained to Barbara that Marla had to wear it to make the transformation work properly. Under Barbara's questioning, Marla confirmed that statement.

Barbara then commanded Marla to put on her shower cap. When she had complied, Barbara and Supergirl spent several minutes interrogating her, getting information that they would need later. Then, as Barbara prepared the plastifier to turn Marla into an inflated slavedoll, Supergirl took the rod, took control of Marla, and, as Marla entered the booth, whispered a command to her. Barbara counted down and Supergirl saw Marla's nipples swell and her clitoris emerge from its sheath. As Barbara reached zero Marla took a deep breath and puffed out her belly.

The booth rattled as the sound of a bass drum thumped out of it. Supergirl opened the door and Marla stepped out. A milky-white valve stem protruded from her neck an inch below and behind her left ear. Marla went to Barbara, held her hands up in an attitude of prayer, and then took Barbara in an embrace. Barbara returned the gesture, hugging Marla against her naked body as Supergirl knelt down to retrieve the deflator from her rocking skirt.

Deftly Supergirl slid the deflator into the valve stem protruding from Marla's neck and pushed it in to open the flap valve that kept Marla inflated. With a soft poof air began to blow out of the deflator. Marla went soft and fell limp in Barbara's embrace, then collapsed over backward, draping over Barbara's left arm.

Supergirl lifted the deflating witch off Barbara's arm and laid her onto one of the chairs, on top of her raincloak. Suddenly she was distracted by the soft splish of tires rolling on wet pavement. Looking out the window, she saw Deasie's car coming up the driveway. Quickly she grabbed up the Batgirl raincape that Marla had intended for Barbara to wear and tossed it to Barbara.

"Come with me and put this on!" she said as she grabbed the purple rod and ran to the living room. Halfway across the living room she felt her superpowers return. She pointed to a spot and told Barbara to stand on it as if she had been enslaved. Then she went and stood on the blind side of the front door.

She glanced at Barbara as if checking to make sure she was standing correctly and she slipped into superspeed mode, making a tiny fraction of a second swell up into the subjective equivalent of several minutes. She took this opportunity to enjoy the sight of Barbara standing naked in a transparent-black plastic raincape. She noticed the soft highlights on the plastic giving a warm glow. She saw how Barbara's breasts pushed the plastic outward, jutting proudly forward against the slightly rubbery sheet draping Barbara's body. She felt her own nipples starting to swell up and came out of her trance to turn her attention to the impending arrival of her and Barbara's next victim.

The door opened and Deasie came into the room. She was wearing a green cashmere dress with a raincape made of transparent lime-green plastic. In lieu of a hood, she wore a shower cap made of transparent-white plastic on which green starbursts were printed. Pert and Pretty™ called it their Overture to Spring style, but women of less than decent morals called it Kryptonite Delight. Deasie most likely thought of it as the latter.

"Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" Deasie enthused when she caught sight of Barbara. "Oh, Marla, this is wonderful!"

"Don't move!" Supergirl said as she touched the rod to Deasie's left cheek. "You will do only what is necessary to fulfill my commands to you!" She closed the door and then said to Deasie, "Come with us!"

With Barbara in the lead, the three women went to the room where the transformer stood. There Supergirl commanded Deasie to get undressed but to leave her shower cap on. When Deasie had complied and stood naked before her captresses, Supergirl whispered a command to her and then told her to get into the transformer booth. With Deasie waiting to be plastified, Supergirl charged the machine and then counted down from three. Deasie drew a deep breath and puffed out her belly as her clitoris came fully erect and protruded a half inch from its sheath. Supergirl pressed the red button and heard a whoomp! as Deasie became an inflated plastic doll.

A second later Deasie, a calm expression frozen on her face, pushed against the door of the booth as vigorously as she could. When Barbara opened the door Deasie leaped at her and began hitting her. Barbara responded by grabbing Deasie, taking her in an embrace, and holding her tightly. Deasie kicked and thrashed, but to no avail.

Supergirl went to where Marla lay deflated and pulled the deflator out of the valve in her neck. She went to Barbara and Deasie redoubled her efforts to get away, even butting Barbara with her head. Supergirl slid the deflator into Deasie's valve and pushed it in. Deasie jerked once and then went limp as she began to deflate over Barbara's left arm.

"Wow!" Barbara said. "That's real desperation!"

"Yeah," Supergirl agreed as she watched her would-be captress deflate over Barbara's arm. "I guess she had reason to be desperate, given what she wanted to do to me." She lifted Deasie off Barbara's arm and laid her onto her raincape. "Probably afraid that the Golden Rule was come into play in its strictest interpretation."

"Isn't that just the way it is?" Barbara said. "Those who do evil to others live in constant fear that it will come back to them."

"So," Supergirl said, "you wanna take home a blow-up witch to play with?"

"No," Barbara said in an annoyed tone.

"She makes a great sauerbraten," Supergirl prompted.

"No," Barbara said forcefully. "I have a hard enough time keeping my Batgirl stuff hidden. I don't need some plastic witch floating around my apartment. Besides, after what she did to you and tried to do to me, I don't think I would be inclined to be nice to her. I would actually be willing to eat sauerkraut for a week just so that I could stick a tube up my ass and blow her up with my butt-whoosh. No, you'll have to find some other place to put these bimballoons into storage."

"OK," Supergirl said. "I just...."

A roar from outside interrupted her. Both women turned toward the windows and saw rain coming down in a torrent. Water cascaded off the trees and the scene had darkened considerably.

"Gah!" Barbara complained. "I don't want to have to ride through that!"

"Then don't," Supergirl said. "It's supposed to stop raining by morning, so spend the night here. There's a really comfy bed upstairs and it sleeps two ... that is if they ... sorta ... want to sleep, that is."

"Yeah, that sounds...," Barbara started to say and then she said in a more exasperated tone, "Kara, we've been over this. I do love you, I really do, but what you're suggesting is way too dangerous."

Supergirl merely smiled, held up the green half slip, and put her left hand out to grab Barbara's right breast.

"Kara, don't!" Barbara said as she pushed Supergirl's hand away. When Supergirl persisted in grabbing for her breast, Barbara simply grabbed her wrist and held her hand down. "Kara, I don't think...," she said angrily and then stopped. She looked at her right hand holding Supergirl's wrist, which was jerking slightly as Supergirl strove to raise her hand, looked at the half slip, then looked at Supergirl, who was smiling at her. "Oh," she said, releasing Supergirl's wrist, "but isn't that bad for you?"

"Not at this level of exposure," Supergirl said. "I know, some people believe that the damage due to kryptonite is cumulative. But it isn't. As soon as I get my powers back, they will completely heal any and all damage that the radiation has done to me. So. All I need to do is to fold this up, slip it under my pillow, and we're good to go. Right?"

Barbara took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "On one condition," she said.

"What's that?" Supergirl asked.

Barbara bowed her head and gave Supergirl a shy smile. "You hafta wear your Supergirl shower cap to bed."

"Unh huh," Supergirl said. "And are you going to wear your Batgirl shower cap to bed?"

Barbara glanced up at Supergirl and nodded. Supergirl put her arms around her, Barbara embraced her, and they shared a long, lingering kiss.

So they got dressed and then prepared and shared dinner. Afterward they sat in the living room, talking and playing a board game they found. But not for long. At Barbara's prompting, they turned out the lights and went to the master bedroom. They walked past their deflated foes, climbed the stairs, and closed the door behind them as they came into the bedroom.

Each woman took off her clothes and put on her own shower cap as the other watched. Then, with Supergirl wearing her Fairy Princess shower cap and Barbara wearing her Spring Bouquet shower cap, a standard beret made of transparent-green plastic with floral outlines printed on it in gay spring colors, they took a long shower together, spending most of the time exploring each other's bodies.

Supergirl told Barbara about her fascination with Earthwomen's breasts and Barbara invited her to embrace her from behind and fondle hers. With Barbara in her arms, Supergirl ran her hands over her breasts and felt the nipples swell. She kissed Barbara's neck and savored the sensation of Barbara's shower cap softly kissing her cheek with warm, wet plastic.

Reluctantly at first, as Supergirl played with her, Barbara told Supergirl that she could give herself especially hot arousals by fantasizing about dominating a depowered Kryptonese woman. Supergirl responded by sliding down Barbara's back and then kissing her buttocks.

"I can't wait to see what happens when you get to do it for real," Supergirl said.

After finishing their shower and drying themselves, they draped their shower caps over their towels, put on Marla's and Deasie's bathrobes, and went into the bedroom. They had to wait for the residual moisture on their bodies to evaporate, so they sat on the love seat and spent the time hugging and kissing each other and listening to the rain. Each woman told the other how she liked to be held, how she liked to be kissed, how she liked to be touched and soon both women were simmering with sexual heat. When she felt dry enough, Supergirl took off Deasie's bathrobe, put on her raincloak, and presented herself to Barbara.

"Oh, my goodness!" Barbara exclaimed in awe. "Oh, Kara, you are so pretty in plastic!"

Supergirl sat back down on the love seat and snuggled up against Barbara. "I love you, Barbara," she said as she savored the sensations of Barbara holding her and caressing her. Her heart beat faster and stronger and she trembled inside. She became intensely aware of the hardness in her nipples and clitoris as Barbara's touch pressed the warm plastic of her raincloak against her bare skin.

And then it was time to go to bed. Barbara opened Marla's bathrobe and slipped out of it as she stood up. As Supergirl got up the plastic of her raincloak did not so much swish as sigh. Standing by the foot of the bed, Supergirl submitted to getting a full-body hug from Barbara. Head bowed, she watched Barbara's breasts press against hers and flatten out as they spread their warmth into her. She felt Barbara's belly press rhythmically against hers in time with Barbara's breathing.

"Oh, Kara!" Barbara said in a quavery whisper. "Can you feel what I want to do to you?"

Supergirl felt Barbara's erect clitoris poking into her right hip. "Yes," she said in a trembling voice. She was shuddering at the thought that she was having such an effect upon her friend, that she was evoking in Barbara an intense sexual arousal. Even though she had wanted it, craved it, now that she had it she trembled inside. "And I want you to do it," she added.

Still holding Supergirl with her right arm, Barbara reached down to the bed and picked up the Supergirl shower cap that Marla had bought for Supergirl to wear in her slavery. She offered it to Supergirl and said, "With this shower cap I thee wed."

Supergirl accepted the shower cap and leaned back in Barbara's embrace so that Barbara could watch her put it on. As she pulled the blue rubber band over her head, tucked her hair under transparent-blue plastic, and filled out the tiara-like pattern of pinky-nail-sized copies of her super-ess, she said, "So that I may submit to thee in bed." She felt Barbara's clitoris lengthen and harden further against her hip.

Barbara had to release Supergirl from her embrace, lest she climax then and there. She gripped Supergirl's biceps, looked deep into her eyes, and said, "I just don't have the words to tell you how much I love you." Her voice trembled as if she were about to cry.

Supergirl opened the front of her raincloak. "Don't tell me," she said, her voice quavering with passion. "Show me ... in bed."

Barbara let go of Supergirl and picked up the Batgirl shower cap that Marla had intended for her enslavement. "Let this mark me as your love slave," she said to Supergirl as she put it on.

Supergirl took off her raincloak and tossed it onto the bed, then went to her side of the bed and slid herself under the covers. She lay on her back and watched Barbara go to turn out the light and then come get into bed with her. She felt a special thrill shoot through her as she felt the bed move and heard Barbara's panting.

Barbara wasted no time in scooting herself up next to Supergirl. "I want you so much," she said as she put her right hand on Supergirl's belly.

"Then take me," Supergirl said as she reached her left hand out to touch Barbara. She saw the sheen of Barbara's shower cap framing her face like a halo in the dim glow of the night light.

"I love you, Kara," Barbara said and then she kissed Supergirl as she mounted her. She slid her right thigh between Supergirl's legs and put her arms around Supergirl's back. As she laid herself on Supergirl she kissed Supergirl's cheek and said, "I am so hot over you."

Supergirl put her arms around Barbara and ran her hands over Barbara's back and buttocks. "And you're getting me hot, too," she gasped. She felt Barbara's breasts spreading hot over hers, felt Barbara's belly pressing heat onto hers in time with Barbara's panting, and felt Barbara's labia and clitoris on her right thigh as the smooth, rubbery flesh of Barbara's right thigh pressed moist heat onto her own labia and clitoris. She felt the hardness in her nipples and clitoris and dissolved in a maelstrom of sensation.

Unable to contain her passion any longer, Barbara began to move. With long, slow thrusts of her hips she slid her vulva up and down Supergirl's right thigh, at the same time rubbing her right thigh against Supergirl's crotch. Panting in deep quavering breaths, both women writhed in each other's embrace. The panting segued into strained, tremulous grunts.

"Great Hera!" Barbara cried out. "I'm fucking Supergirl!"

Shocked, Supergirl opened her mouth to make an indignant retort, but just then Barbara jerked as if suffering an epileptic fit and her convulsions triggered Supergirl's own climax. For long minutes the two women bucked and squirmed under the covers and filled the room with sharp squealing grunts. Then it was over and they lay panting in mutual embrace. Their breathing slowed to normal and in the afterglow of their passion storm, still entwined in each other's arms, they cried softly on each other's shoulders until they sank into deep, dreamless sleep.

-o-o-

Soft morning light filled the land and cool, diffuse light came in from the forest to illuminate the house. Supergirl lay on her right side watching Barbara sleep. Gently she reached out with her left hand and as lightly as she could she ran her index finger over the soft, smooth plastic of Barbara's Batgirl shower cap. She felt Barbara's warmth in the plastic and felt a prickling in her nipples as they started to swell. She pulled her hand back and waited.

Soon she heard a slight catch in Barbara's breathing. Then Barbara yawned and rolled over onto her back. Barbara took a few deep breaths and opened her eyes.

Looking to her left, Barbara saw Supergirl, her head resting on her right hand and her face framed in a luminous halo of transparent-blue plastic, gazing at her with a smile. "Mmm, g'mornin'," Barbara muttered.

"Maybe," Supergirl said coyly.

"Depending on what?" Barbara asked.

"Depending on how well you can explain someone screaming 'I'm fucking Supergirl!' last night," Supergirl said as she scooted herself closer to Barbara.

"Kara, I didn't mean...," Barbara stammered. "I mean I wasn't.... I ... I don't know...."

Supergirl scooted herself right up against Barbara and went nose to nose with her. "You t'ink zat you can play vis me like a toy, ja?" she said in a phony German accent.

"Kara!?" Barbara said as she pulled back a bit.

"Vell, ve vill see who is ze toy in zis bed," Supergirl said as she rolled herself on top of Barbara and mounted her fully, sliding her right thigh into Barbara's crotch.

"Kara?" Barbara said.

Supergirl took Barbara in a full embrace and kissed her cheek. "Oh, you are so soft and varm!" she sighed.

"Kara!" Barbara said more insistently.

"What?" Supergirl said, dropping the fake accent.

"Just shut up and fuck your big, fat, rubber Batgirl doll!"

Supergirl brought her head up and kissed Barbara passionately on the lips. Then she slid herself down Barbara's body, bringing the top of her right thigh down into Barbara's vulva. Thus positioned, she kissed Barbara's left breast.

It wasn't the sensations of weight and warmth per se that aroused Barbara. It was specifically Supergirl's weight and warmth that raised the temperature and pressure of her libido. It was specifically Supergirl's softness and smoothness pressed against her body that had her panting for more. The sight of Supergirl's hair and shower cap directly in front of her got her even hotter. The sensations of Supergirl's lips and tongue sliding over and pressing against her breast, especially its aureole and nipple, made her clitoris swell to slide out of its sheath and kiss the top of Supergirl's thigh and the sensation of Supergirl's clitoris lengthening and hardening in response brought her to a full boil.

Desperately the two women wrestled under the covers, each striving to absorb as much as possible of the other. Supergirl slid back up to put her lips on Barbara's neck and to put her breasts on Barbara's mounds. In full embrace, they squeezed and kneaded each other. Soon they came to climax, filling the room again with sharp squealing grunts. Each woman's utterances made the other woman climax all the harder. Then suddenly the room fell silent as the women, their libidos spent, went still and lay panting together.

After a time Barbara threw back the covers. Supergirl gave her a hug and a kiss and then got up. She picked up Marla's hand towel from the night stand and wiped the wetness off Barbara's thigh and out of her crotch, then folded the towel over and dried herself. A moment later Barbara heaved herself up and out of bed and the day began.

-o-o-

Supergirl felt a special sadness fill her entire body as she watched Batgirl ride her Batcycle down the drive, the soft purr of its engine blending with the rush of the wind in the trees. When the fluttering black cape was out of sight, she turned and went back into the garage. She retrieved Marla's gray raincoat from the transport pod and took it to the bedroom. There she slid the folded-up green half slip into it and felt her superpowers return from the spooky ætherial realm into which they had retreated when she was exposed to the kryptonitic radiation emanating from the plastic. She set the raincoat and its green contents on the bed to wait for what she wanted to do later. She had work to do before the week ended and she, as Linda Danvers, had to be back in her classes at Stanhope College. Her first task took her to Germany.

Deep in the dark forest outside the town of Übleck she found the little house that Marla had described to her under the influence of the magic rod. Set on a low hillock under the trees, the earthy-brown and forest-green house blended into its surroundings. It was an odd-looking little bungalow set under looming pines. Supergirl entered the house through its round wooden door. Sure enough, she found another transformer in one room. X-ray vision quickly located two deflated people lying in a drawer in Marla's bedroom. Supergirl inflated them and changed them back to solid form. Their names were Hans and Greta (Of course, they were. What else could they have been? - TdC) and they had gotten lost in the forest until they had been captured by a witch, fattened up, and turned into inflatable toys. After finding clothing for them, Supergirl took them to Übleck, explained what had happened, and assured the German authorities that she had resolved the situation. Then she returned to the forest.

She enclosed the little house in a steel container, lifted it, and then boosted it onto a suborbital trajectory that intersected Earth's surface somewhere northeast of Metropolis (Yeah, and we'll just ignore the wave of panic attacks that swept through NORAD when that puppy popped up on their radar - TdC). She brought it gently to ground near the house in the forest and established it in its own place with appropriate safeguards around it.

And so Supergirl was alone in the house. She had the place and its contents all to herself. And one of those contents gave her great pleasure when Supergirl inflated her. It worked out quite well, Supergirl thought, since those who would enslave others generally make good slaves themselves. Lying naked on top of her warm plastic witch, she couldn't help but be happy.

-o0o0o-

Blue Plastic

In the story Supergirl hears the song "Blue Plastic" sung on the radio. The song is a parody of a real song, "Blue Velvet", which was written in 1950 by Bernie Wayne and Lee Morris. It was first performed in 1950 by Ray Mason at a fashion show in Boston (alas, not one displaying plastic raincoats). In 1951 Tony Bennett sang the song on record and the Clovers did it again in 1955. The version that most people know, though, was sung on record in 1963 by Bobby Vinton. The proper lyrics are:

She wore blue velvet

Bluer than velvet was the night

Softer than satin was the light

From the stars.

She wore blue velvet

Bluer than velvet were her eyes

Warmer than May her tender sighs

Love was ours

Ours a love I held tightly

Feeling the rapture grow

Like a flame burning brightly

But when she left, gone was the glow of

Blue velvet

But in my heart there'll always be

Precious and warm, a memory

Through the years

And I still can see blue velvet

Through my tears.

-o0o0o-