Supergirl and Wonder Woman: Pimp's Punching Bags

by

Tom diCentauri

Supergirl didn't usually concern herself with victimless crimes. Her interest in the Hot Pussy Brothel came from the fact that such places served as bait to attract some of Stanhope's less savory characters. Thus it was on a rainy day she stood on the roof of the Mullavey Building and watched the brothel through her telescopic vision. For a long time nothing happened that would engage Supergirl's interest, then something did.

She saw Mike Merrick, the brothel's owner, escorting a young woman wearing a transparent-pink plastic raincoat to his car. Supergirl then noticed that, instead of a purse, the woman was carrying a shower cap made of transparent-pink plastic. Further, she noticed that the woman seemed dazed. Curious, she followed Mike as he drove the woman to his sprawling mansion outside Stanhope. She came down in a large tree, stood on a branch in the crown, and leaned against the trunk.

She watched Mike escort the woman into the house. A few minutes later Mike came out of the house, got into his car, and drove away. Although it was likely none of her business, Supergirl found her interest piqued. Why would Mike bring one of his prostitutes to his house and simply leave her there? Engaging her x-ray vision, she looked inside the house.

Suddenly she felt something like an electric shock, as if she had been zapped by the radiation from red kryptonite. She felt dizzy and then flew into the sky and to her room in the Alpha Lambda Sorority at Stanhope College. She gathered up her transparent-blue plastic raincoat and her Fairy Princess shower cap. Taking care not to be seen, she flew back to the Merricks' house, stood by the back door, and knocked gently.

Mike's wife, Lorelei, opened the door and told Supergirl to come in. As Supergirl came into what appeared to be the house's laundry room Lorelei took her raincoat and shower cap and set them on a towel on the folding table. She told Supergirl to take off all of her clothes and put them in the dryer and as Supergirl complied Lorelei used the towel to wipe water droplets off her raincoat and shower cap and then used it to dry Supergirl's body. Noting that Supergirl had set her boots and belt on top of the dryer, Lorelei turn the dryer on, picked up Supergirl's plastic, and told Supergirl to follow her.

She led Supergirl out of the laundry room, down a short hallway lined with cabinets, and into the kitchen. They came into a wide, well-lighted room with a marble-topped island dominating its center. As they went toward the wide doorway into the dining room Supergirl paused when she saw Lorelei's long kitchen apron.

"Oh, you've noticed my apron, I see," Lorelei said.

It was made of transparent-purple plastic on which red, green, and gold polka dots were printed. It hung by its yoke from something that looked like a rhinoceros horn jutting from the wall seven feet above the floor.

"My favorite colors of kryptonite," Lorelei pointed out, "the ones that make you the most helpless." She let out a sigh of satisfaction, lifted the apron off its horn, and handed it to Supergirl. "Put it on," she commanded. "I want you to wear it to enhance your humiliation."

Supergirl put on the apron, feeling the soft plastic slide smoothly over her naked body and warm instantly where it touched her. She pulled the ties behind her back and slip-knotted them in a neat bow. She blushed with embarrassment when Lorelei put her left hand on her back and patted her belly.

Then Lorelei picked Supergirl's raincoat and shower cap back up and led her out of the kitchen. Swishing softly Supergirl followed Lorelei through the dining room, through a wide living room, down another short hallway, and into what looked like a small parlor. Through another doorway she saw part of another room where the lights were on. In the parlor itself there was a plush sofa. Lorelei ordered her to sit on it and she complied again, helpless to resist Lorelei's commands. Lorelei laid Supergirl's raincoat and shower cap on the sofa with her.

With her own raincoat and shower cap lying next to her on the sofa, Supergirl sat passively, waiting for Lorelei's next command. Lorelei handed her the plastic bonnet of a hair dryer and told her to put it on. Supergirl tucked her wet blond hair into the bonnet and waited. Lorelei turned on the hair dryer, patted Supergirl's left thigh, and left the room.

"Now, Jennifer," Lorelei's voice came from the next room, "let's soften you up."

Supergirl heard a soft rubbery thump, then another, and another.

"That's it, Jennifer," Lorelei crowed. "That's good. Bounce for your mistress."

Supergirl heard more thumping and grunting. It sounded as if Lorelei were pounding a drum and grunting with the exertion. Then the grunts took on a note of desperation and segued into quavery squeals. Supergirl recognized the sounds as identical to the grunts and squeals that she would often hear at night in the Alpha Lambda sorority house when one or another of the women would masturbate.

A few minutes later Lorelei came back into the parlor. Tenderly she stroked the hair-dryer bonnet puffed out over Supergirl's hair. She checked to determine that Supergirl's hair was dry, then turned off the hair dryer, and took the still-warm bonnet off her captive. She commanded Supergirl to stand up, then took her apron off Supergirl and put it on herself.

"OK, now let's go into the changing room," Lorelei said as she picked up Supergirl's shower cap and nudged Supergirl toward the mysterious room. If she had not been under Lorelei's spell, she would have been brought up short by what she saw in the room.

At first she thought that she was seeing an inflated plastic sex doll that had been put into a double-walled plastic skirt with a heavy base heat sealed to its bottom hem. The skirt had been inflated to trap the doll and the skirt and its base held it upright. Then she saw that the doll wasn't a doll at all: it was Jennifer, somehow changed into an inflated plastic toy.

She saw that Jennifer's strawberry-blond hair had been tucked up into her shower cap, puffing out the plastic like a small pillow. Jennifer herself had been turned into an inflated plastic doll, but Supergirl could see, through her infrared vision, that her body was still warm. She could also see that Jennifer was moving, struggling to free herself. With a sense of horror, Supergirl realized that Lorelei had turned Jennifer into a living blow-up toy. And it became clear that Lorelei was going to do the same to her and there was nothing she could do to prevent it.

Lorelei positioned her standing facing Jennifer. She whispered into Supergirl's ear words that carried the extra power of magic. Nothing Supergirl could do could resist the commands that Lorelei had given her. In a daze, she put on her shower cap and felt her nipples and clitoris swell up and stiffen harder than they had ever done before. Just before she came to climax she drew in a deep breath and puffed out her belly. At that instant she felt something touch the left side of her neck and something seemed to explode within her. Her mind cleared and she turned to confront her captress.

Lorelei stood holding an ornately carved foot-and-a-half rod that seemed to be only half existing. Lorelei put the rod into a box, closed the box, and locked it. She then turned to Supergirl.

"Now, at last, you are my inflatable plastic prisoner," Lorelei said. She put her left arm around Supergirl's shoulders, pulled her close, and patted her belly, which made a soft thumping sound. "You're my toy and I'm going to enjoy playing with you."

She then released Supergirl and picked up an object from the table on which the box containing her rod sat. She held it up and let Supergirl see that it looked like a drinking straw with a flange around its middle. It was a deflator, a tool used to open the one-way valves in inflatable toys to deflate them.

"I still have to deal with Jennifer," Lorelei said, "so I'm going to let the air out of you and put you away. I'll blow you back up when I'm ready to play with you." With that she pushed the deflator into Supergirl's valve and air whooshed out of the hapless Girl of Plastic.

As Supergirl deflated she slipped into a dream:

She woke up as she was reinflated. She didn't recognize where she was, but the woman who had reinflated her told her that she was now imprisoned in the special annex of the Hot Pussy.

"Now let's get you ready," the woman said, "and see how much we can get from renting you out."

She was made to wear a transparent-blue plastic nightie, a knee-length, long-sleeved parody of her action costume, right down to the super-ess emblem printed in red and yellow on the bodice and the red plastic cape that went with it. When a customer came into her room he saw her standing trapped in a rocking skirt, ready to be used as a punching bag. And use her they did.

But the men would have to wait their turn. The women were even hotter to play with Supergirl. They certainly enjoyed using her as a punching bag, gloating over her softness and helplessness. But watching her bounce for them inevitably got them hot and she ended up naked in bed with a naked woman huffing and puffing on top of her.

This was starting to get tedious, she thought. First she had been captured and turned into a living inflatable doll by Donna Storm. Completely helpless, she had been rescued by three friends from the far future. After that she and several friends from the Alpha Lambda Sorority had been captured and plastified by Amazons on a hidden island in the Caribbean Sea. The Amazons' queen had taken her to be her punching bag and bedwarmer. Then there had been Doris Saitherwitte, the head of the Tsi Pi Delta Sorority at Stanhope College, who had captured her and turned her into an inflated doll. Doris had also used her as a punching bag and bedwarmer until she had been rescued by Karen Blair, of all people. Then there was Plassy Bouffenuini, who had captured her and turned her into plastic as she was investigating her husband's drug dealings. If it hadn't been for Plassy's randy son making her pregnant with a copy of a small serving apron, she might still be Plassy's plastic prisoner. And, of course, there had been Nasthalthia du Fossé, who had actually plastified Wonder Woman, but had not had the opportunity to plastify Supergirl before Supergirl had rescued herself and Nasty's other prisoners. Then there was Marla Schauerkappe, a witch who had come all the way from Germany to turn her into a plastic doll for the pleasure of Deasie Ghameggs. And of course she couldn't forget Maude Seintess, also known as Balloonda, who had plastified her and kept her in her plastic brothel until the Justice League could rescue her. And now there was Lorelei. How many of these damned wands were out there in the evil hands of lesbian witches? Was there some kind of weird conspiracy afoot to turn Supergirl into a kind of hot-air balloon? (Oh, indeed there is, courtesy of the warped mind of yours truly - TdC). [Roger that. I'm thinking full warp factor ten - Mr X]. (Not gonna argue with the X-pert - TdC).

Whenever she had been turned into plastic her captresses had taken her to bed to use her as a sex toy. Even when no wand was involved, such as the time Miss Snrdlfrk had used her 5^th-dimensional magic to turn her into an inflated doll, some woman wanted to play with her in bed. In that case it had been Vindi Spuschwanker in her Greek Fantasy shower cap, her bright red hair tucked up into the transparent-gray plastic and only partly obscured by the silver-green leaf patterns and pale brown twig patterns printed in the suggestion of an olive wreath. In spite of what Vindi's friends had wanted to do to her, she had enjoyed having Vindi on top of her.

True, she looked forward to having the right man poke his hard, rubbery prong into her to tickle her vagina. But she had discovered that Earthwomen aroused her lesbian fancy. She was big-breasted for a Kryptonese woman, but had she worn a bra, it would have been an A-cup version. As a consequence she was fascinated by Earthwomen's breasts. Having one those exotic alien women lying on top of her and pressing big breasts against her made her tremble inside, made her heart pound harder and faster, made her climax long and hard in response to being played with.

She came out of the dream and felt air being blown into her. When she was blown full, Lorelei released her, handed her own raincoat to her, and told her to put it on. She complied and then, to her embarrassment, Lorelei gave her a Supergirl apron and told her to put it on. It was made almost entirely of soft, smooth, transparent-blue plastic; only the ties were different, being made of doubled-over opaque-yellow plastic. The wide ruffled skirt hung to her ankles. The bib bore her super-ess emblem printed on it in opaque red and yellow. Wearing it didn't make her feel powerful. It only emphasized her helplessness and enhanced her humiliation for Lorelei's pleasure.

"Now what could this possibly mean?" Lorelei said, pointing to the super-ess emblem on the apron. "I certainly can't mean 'Supergirl', because you're just not so super any more. No, I think it means," she said, going nose to nose with her captive, "Slave-girl."

Supergirl bowed her head and saw her emblem seeming to mock her.

"Oh, yes!" Lorelei said enthusiastically. "Oh, you are just so pretty in plastic! That is exactly why I am going to keep you in this house as my plastic prisoner forever!"

Desperately Supergirl shook her head and held her hands up in an attitude of prayer. She fell to her knees, gazed up at Lorelei, and continued shaking her head.

Lorelei reached down, gripped Supergirl by her shoulders, and lifted her back up onto her feet. "Don't be silly," she said gaily. "It'll be fun. All you have to do is be a good slave-girl. In fact, I want to test you right now."

Supergirl looked around and saw that she was no longer in the changing room. Instead she seemed to be standing in Lorelei's bathroom. The door was closed and Supergirl gained the impression that, as an inflated doll, she would not be able to open it. She would have to submit to whatever Lorelei had planned for her.

Lorelei stripped herself naked and sat down in what looked like a plush version of a birthing chair. It was simply a lounge seat with leg-rests that spread out in a vee. Instead of a midwife's stool at the point of the vee, there was a low platform with a towel laid upon it. Lorelei beckoned to Supergirl.

"Come," she said. "Kneel between my legs."

Supergirl obeyed, finding that her belly came level with Lorelei's crotch. She saw Lorelei gazing at her with a dreamy expression on her face.

"Can you imagine what a thrill it is," Lorelei said, "to have the mighty Supergirl as my helpless blow-up slave-girl?"

Supergirl bowed her head and nodded. Her shower cap made whisper-soft swishing sounds as it rubbed against the hood of her raincoat.

"Good," Lorelei said. "And now I'm going to test you. Touch my breasts. I want you to feel how hard my nipples are."

Supergirl put her hands on Lorelei's breasts. The nipples felt soft at first, but then Supergirl felt them swelling up and stiffening at her touch. Lorelei's breathing deepened. Supergirl ran her hands over the huge mounds, fascinated by them, and Lorelei began panting.

"Now, touch my clitoris," Lorelei commanded.

Supergirl looked into Lorelei's crotch but didn't see her clitoris protruding from its sheath at the top of her vulva. She stroked the area as if trying to brush Lorelei's pubic hair out of the way and saw the tip of Lorelei's clitoris emerge from its sheath. With the forefinger and middle finger of her right hand together she touched it. Lorelei gasped and her clitoris extended further, coming half an inch out of its sheath. Supergirl ran her fingers over it and Lorelei let out a half sobbing cry.

"Oh, Supergirl," Lorelei moaned. "Give me an orgasm!"

Supergirl rubbed Lorelei's clitoris some more, using her fingers to stroke it and her thumb to rub the front of its tip. She used the same movements that she used when she masturbated herself, adjusting them to Lorelei's responses.

Lorelei's breathing became a series of desperate sounding grunts. Soon the grunts segued into quavery squeals. And then Lorelei jerked and shuddered, writhing in the chair as Supergirl continued to masturbate her. Finally Lorelei went limp and pushed Supergirl's hand away from her crotch.

"Enough," she panted, "enough. Here." She handed Supergirl a small towel.

Supergirl used the towel to wipe her hand, then wiped the wetness out of Lorelei's crotch. She then wiped her apron and tossed the towel into the dirty clothes hamper.

"Well, that was nice of you," Lorelei said with a sigh. Then she made a brushing away gesture with her hand. "Get up and take a step back," she said.

Supergirl complied and stood with her hands at her sides. Lorelei got up off the chair and was standing only inches away from Supergirl. Then Lorelei embraced Supergirl and kissed her passionately. Being embraced by a naked woman while wearing only a plastic raincoat and apron got Supergirl hot, but even so Supergirl wasn't ready for what came next.

Hugging Supergirl close, Lorelei whispered into her ear, "I can't wait to get on top of you in bed."

Supergirl felt a quivery excitement inside her. She felt her nipples and clitoris seem to swell and she felt a craving to have Lorelei touching her in her most intimate places.

"But there's something else I want to do first," Lorelei said. She released Supergirl and led her back through the house.

They came back to the secret parlor and Lorelei opened a drawer in the table next to the sofa. From the drawer she took something made of soft, smooth, transparent-white plastic and handed it to Supergirl.

"Put this on," Lorelei said. "It's your vocalizer bonnet."

Supergirl shook it out and examined it. It resembled a nun's wimple and it resembled the helmet-style hood of a man's plastic raincoat. She slipped it over her head, arranged the plastic over her shoulders, and brought the two parts of the magnetic-patch fastener together under her chin. "...is a vocalizer bonnet?" she heard herself say suddenly.

"I think your question just answered itself," Lorelei said with a wry smile.

"Uh, yeah, apparently it did," Supergirl said.

"Good," Lorelei said. "Let's go." She pushed Supergirl to the changing room.

As she came into the room Supergirl looked around and noticed that she didn't see Jennifer.

"Where's Jennifer?" she asked

"She had to go back to the Hot Pussy," Lorelei said. "There's a hidden annex where we keep blow-up whores. She wasn't bringing in enough money as she was, but now she'll bring in plenty."

"That's horrible," Supergirl said in a trembling voice.

"I think it's hot," Lorelei said. "Almost as hot as the thought of sending you to the Hot Pussy."

"No, no, please," Supergirl moaned.

Lorelei grabbed her and hugged her in a parody of offering comfort. "Can you imagine what a thrill it is to have the mighty Supergirl as my helpless plastic prisoner?" she asked as she luxuriated in the sensations of Supergirl squirming against her naked body.

"Please," Supergirl cried. "Please don't send me to the brothel."

"Oh, my soft, helpless prisoner!" Lorelei sighed. "I so much want to punish you for being a superheroine."

"Please," Supergirl sobbed. "Please punish me yourself. I'll submit to you. Just, please, don't let anyone else punish me. Please, just let me be your personal punishing bag." She felt Lorelei's heart beating rapidly. "Please, Lorelei."

"Well, let's test you and see," Lorelei said. "Get into the rocking skirt!"

Supergirl took off her apron and raincoat and laid them on the room's single chair. She stepped into the deflated rocking skirt and pulled its rubber waistband up around her waist.

"I... I'm ready," she stammered.

Lorelei knelt before her, took the valve nipple at the top of the skirt between her lips, and began blowing. Soon Supergirl felt the skirt beginning to fill up. The inner skirt slid between her legs and pressed into her crotch. After a few minutes Lorelei had the skirt blown full and taut and Supergirl could feel herself wobbling slightly. Then, panting from her exertion, Lorelei picked up a silk cord and approached Supergirl with it. Seeing what Lorelei intended, Supergirl bowed her head and put her hands behind her back.

"No," Lorelei said. She tossed the cord onto the chair and confronted Supergirl. "Let's see what you do with your hands while I play with you."

Lorelei punched Supergirl in the belly, sending her tipping over backward. Resisting the urge to windmill her arms in a futile effort to keep her balance, Supergirl clasped her hands to keep them behind her back. She rocked back up and Lorelei punched her again.

The punches didn't hurt, but Supergirl cried and begged Lorelei to go easy on her. She was the perfect punching bag, admitting her guilt for being a superheroine, reacting in sorrow, and begging for mercy. It wasn't all that hard for her to put on an Oscar-worthy performance for Lorelei: she had seen plenty of punks crying and sniveling before her, even though they must have known that she would not hurt them beyond turning them over to the police.

"Oh, this is just so thrilling!" Lorelei gasped as she bopped her prisoner. "The mighty Supergirl is just my helpless blow-up punching bag!"

"Oh, my mistress!" Supergirl moaned. "You make me feel so weak. Please, punch me some more."

For several minutes Lorelei vigorously fulfilled Supergirl's request and gloated over her. At one point she stepped forward and spread her legs to straddle the bag and used a rapid series of one-two punches to prevent Supergirl from rocking back upright. Then she stepped back and allowed Supergirl to bounce upright and wobble to a stop.

She was panting as she pushed the deflator into the valve in the rocking skirt. She pulled a chair close to the bag so that Supergirl could hold onto the back to keep herself standing upright as the skirt deflated and she sat down to rest. She gazed up at her prisoner.

"And now, at last, it's time for me to test you in bed," Lorelei said. "Get used to the idea of kissing me."

Supergirl leaned down and kissed Lorelei's lips. "You mean like this?" she asked.

"Mmm," Lorelei mused and then broke off the kiss. "It's a good start. I suppose I shall have to teach you what I want."

"I'll be an eager student," Supergirl said as she pulled down the deflated rocking skirt and stepped out of it. At Lorelei's command she put her raincoat and apron back on and accompanied Lorelei out of the changing room.

As they walked down the hall to Lorelei's bedroom, Lorelei had her left arm around Supergirl's shoulders and her right hand rested on Supergirl's belly. "I can't wait to get on top of you," Lorelei said in a trembling voice.

Supergirl trembled with anxiety. It wasn't just that Lorelei got hot over her, it was the fact that Lorelei got hot over humiliating her. But as long as Lorelei enjoyed playing with her she would be in no real danger, so she had to concentrate on being the best toy that Lorelei had ever enjoyed.

They came to Lorelei's bedroom and Lorelei opened the door. She then pushed Supergirl ahead of her.

As Supergirl came into the room she saw a life-sized Supergirl punching bag standing fully inflated by Lorelei's double bed. She felt a deep humiliation at the realization that she was no longer the proud superheroine depicted on the toy, but had more in common with the bag. She was nothing more than a soft balloon, totally vulnerable to whatever Lorelei wanted to do to her.

Then she saw the painting. It hung on the wall where Lorelei could see it as she lay in bed. The subject, Supergirl saw, was herself, depicted almost life-size. In the painting she stood with her head bowed, her wrists and ankles bound in kryptonite slave shackles. A small plaque bearing the word "Sold" was hung around her neck by a thin chain. She was standing on an auction block and Lorelei was depicted behind her holding up a receipt and Lex Luthor depicted as the smiling auctioneer.

"Take off your apron and raincoat and get into my bed," Lorelei said. As Supergirl complied with the command Lorelei added, "Don't take off your vocalizer. I want to hear you squeal for me."

Supergirl slid herself under the covers and enjoyed the feel of Lorelei's satin sheets. She rolled herself onto her back and watched Lorelei get into bed with her. She was fascinated by the gentle swing of Lorelei's breasts as Lorelei loomed over her, so much so that she dared to reach up and touch them. She felt Lorelei's nipples swell at her touch, but then she had to pull her hands away as Lorelei mounted her.

"Are you getting hot over me?" Lorelei asked.

"Y... yes," Supergirl replied nervously.

"Good," Lorelei said. "It's so much fun to fuck a turned-on slave."

As she felt Lorelei's full weight come down on her Supergirl understood that she was not the first plastified woman to warm Lorelei's bed. She slid her arms around Lorelei's back and luxuriated in Lorelei's body heat.

"Ah, my hot plastic Supergirl," Lorelei sighed as she pushed her right thigh between Supergirl's legs and spread her vulva across Supergirl's right thigh. "You're so soft and warm!"

"Oh, Lorelei," Supergirl said, "you're making me feel so weak and helpless!" She felt Lorelei's lips on the left side of her neck and heard Lorelei's heavy breathing and felt the sensations of her nipples and clitoris swelling and stiffening. Sexual heat raged within her. She wrapped her arms around Lorelei's back and began running her hands over Lorelei's body.

Lorelei began to thrust her hips to and fro to rub her vulva against Supergirl's thigh in order to stimulate her clitoris. Those motions made Lorelei's right thigh press and rub against Supergirl's vulva and clitoris and made Lorelei's belly rub against Supergirl's. Trembling with rising excitement, Supergirl felt as if the muscles in her crotch were tensing up and she uttered a strained grunt with every one of Lorelei's thrusts.

Lorelei was also grunting, as if straining at a heavy task. Faster and faster Lorelei thrust her hips up and down Supergirl's thigh. Supergirl's grunts segued into a series of quavery squeals and Lorelei moved more vigorously, bouncing lightly on her pneumatic slave. Soon Lorelei had raised their mutual arousal to the peak of excitement. She held them at that peak for a short time, savoring the fact that she was ravishing Supergirl, but then the tickling in their genitals couldn't be put off and both women climaxed, convulsing together under the covers for almost half a minute. Then Lorelei went limp.

Lorelei dozed off on her prisoner and slept on her for several hours. It was late afternoon when she woke up. She took the opportunity to fuck Supergirl one more time, then she got up and got dressed.

Supergirl got out of bed and used the hand towel that Lorelei gave her to wipe Lorelei's cunny-spoo off her thighs and out of her crotch. She then put her raincoat and apron back on. She submitted to being hugged and kissed by Lorelei.

"I love you, Supergirl," Lorelei said into Supergirl's left ear. "I just can't get enough of you."

"Oh, sweet Lorelei," Supergirl moaned. "I'll gladly keep your bed warm for you." She hugged Lorelei and pressed her belly against Lorelei's. "I can't wait to sleep with you."

"Unfortunately," Lorelei said, "that won't be for some time yet. You have some other... responsibilities to fulfill first." From a drawer she took something made of half-inch wide ribbons made of doubled-over and heat-sealed opaque metallic-green plastic. It wasn't actually kryptonite-infused plastic - it didn't glow in the dark - but it looked the same. A foot-and-a-half long ribbon had doubled ends that Lorelei pulled apart, wrapped around Supergirl's wrists, and reconnected by way of the ribbons' magnetic patches, leaving Supergirl manacled. A two-foot long ribbon descended from the middle of the manacle ribbon and at its lower end was another doubled-ends shackle, which Lorelei put around Supergirl's ankles, effectively hobbling her. Then she took Supergirl to the special parlor, where she laid out her costume on the sofa. She took Supergirl's vocalizer and put it in the changing room. Telling Supergirl to stay put, she left.

When Mike got home Lorelei greeted him and asked him to change into something comfortable. He complied, coming back wearing only his underwear and a long satin robe, and Lorelei led him into the special parlor. There he saw Supergirl standing in front of the sofa with her costume laid out across the sofa and her boots on the floor in front of it. But his attention was focused on the five-foot five-inch blond woman who was wearing only a Fairy Princess shower cap, her own transparent-blue plastic raincoat, and a Supergirl apron. Her wrists and ankles were bound with metallic-green plastic slave shackles. All of a sudden his underpants felt too small. His penis swelled up and hardened as he approached the inflated prisoner.

"Is it really...?" he asked Lorelei.

"Yes, it is," Lorelei said proudly. "You get to play with the real Supergirl." She nudged Supergirl forward. "I just need you to knock her up for me. I want her pregnant."

Supergirl felt a sense of horror fill her. She was plastic: how could she get pregnant?

"Apron or raincoat?" Mike asked.

"Both," Lorelei said with a wicked grin. "I want her to blow up big and fat."

"OK," Mike said as he put an arm around Supergirl's shoulders. "Let's go, sweetheart," he said to Supergirl as he escorted her into his bedroom.

She trembled inside and felt as if her heart were beating harder and faster than normal. Her raincoat felt especially warm on her bare skin. When they came into the bedroom and Supergirl saw Mike's double bed waiting for her she felt her heart sink. She stopped short, but Mike simply picked her up and laid her onto the bed on her back. Then he took off his robe and stood over her.

She looked up at him and hoped that he would be gentle with her. He was a handsome man, at least on the outside. If she let her feelings shallow out, she could feel a thin kind of love for him.

He removed her plastic shackles and lifted the skirt of her apron over her chest, folding it so that it would not cover her face. He then slid the skirt of her raincoat up until its hem reached her crotch.

"OK, let's see what you've got for me," he said as he patted her thighs.

She was completely at his mercy, so she spread her legs and submitted to being examined.

"Now here's what I've got for you," he said as pulled down his underpants and took them off.

She saw his penis standing up straight. Larger than normal, it looked like it was about nine inches long and an inch thick. She couldn't tell whether she was trembling with lust or with fear. She watched in horrified fascination as he crawled onto the bed, putting his knees between her legs.

As he came down on her she felt his body heat warming her body and her raincoat and apron. She felt his penis poke hot and rubbery hard against the entrance to her vagina, then she felt as if she was swelling up behind her clitoris as he penetrated her. He embraced her and brought his full weight down on her. Unable to control herself, she squirmed and writhed in a totally futile attempt to get away from him.

"You're helpless, Supergirl," he gloated. "You're all mine."

He pulled his penis partway out of her, then shoved it back in. Then he repeated the motion, slowly at first and then faster.

Supergirl writhed in his embrace. Unable to control herself, she bucked and squirmed.

"Squirm all you want, Supergirl," Mike gloated. "Let me feel how weak and helpless you are."

In a short time he was panting and she could feel his heart beating against her. He hugged her hard and pumped her more vigorously. Then he caught his breath and held it as he rammed her even harder and she felt something hot blossom inside her with his every thrust.

He hadn't touched her in a way that would get her hot enough to climax. He hadn't done anything to make her feel loved and thereby allow her to cast her inhibitions aside. Nonetheless, as he ejaculated into her she came to a hot, shuddering climax. She suddenly wanted him to keep on pumping her, but after less than a minute he went limp on her and lay panting.

"Gotcha!" he gasped. "At last, mighty Supergirl, you are my helpless blow-up fucking bag."

Several minutes later he recovered from his exertion and got up off his prisoner. As he pulled his penis out of her Supergirl saw that it was completely dry, as if her body had absorbed all of his emission. He got up off the bed and then lifted her up and set her on her feet. As he put his underpants and robe back on she straightened her raincoat and apron.

"Now," he said, "you're pregnant. You've got a copy of your raincoat and apron growing inside you. Every time I fuck you they'll get a little bigger and you'll get a little fatter, just like Lorelei wants you."

Supergirl bowed her head and put her hands on her belly. She could still feel heat deep inside her.

"That means you're going to be sleeping with me," he said. "And when we go to bed I want you naked." He put a hand on her back and pushed her out of the bedroom.

He brought her back into the living room to Lorelei. He had his arm around her shoulders and he patted her belly in a gesture of triumph. "Congratulations," he said. "Your prisoner is pregnant."

"Good," Lorelei said. "Now tell me, what are you grinning about?"

"Can you imagine what wise guys will pay to fuck Supergirl?" Mike asked.

"Can you imagine how much you will have to pay them to keep their mouths shut?" Lorelei countered. "Let's just keep her for ourselves. She'll be our special secret."

"Wait a minute," Mike said. "Couldn't your magic control them like it does now."

"I can control your clients for a bunch of nameless whores," Lorelei said, "but for a big deal like Supergirl I don't think I can. I don't have that much power. Besides, I want to keep her for myself, so I can use her as a punching bag." Lorelei then took Supergirl to her bedroom, put the slave shackles back on her and left to enjoy dinner with Mike. Later she came back and played with her toy some more, then took her to Mike's bedroom and left her with Mike.

"Now I'm going to test you as a slave-girl," he said as he took the shackles off her and draped them over the back of his chair. "Stay here and wait for me."

He left her alone in the bedroom while he went into his bathroom to take his shower. She saw that the bedroom door was slightly ajar, so she pulled it open and went into the living room. She was relieved to see that Lorelei was not there and continued on to the special parlor, where she noticed that her costume was not there. As she had passed Lorelei's bedroom she had heard, through the closed door, Lorelei grunting as if she were trying to lift something heavy. Supergirl got the impression that Lorelei was masturbating with her costume. With a mental shrug she continued on her way to the changing room. There she picked up her vocalizer and went back to Mike's bedroom, noting that Lorelei's grunts had become quavery squeals when she passed her door the second time.

She didn't put the vocalizer on until she returned to Mike's bedroom. She then went into the bathroom and lifted Mike's towel off its holder.

"Mike," she called out.

"Lorelei?" he asked.

"No, I'm Supergirl," she said.

"I thought I told you to stay in the bedroom," he said.

"Yeah, you did," she said, "but I really, really have to ask you something."

He sighed. "Yeah, yeah, don't worry. You won't be going to the Hot Pussy. We're going to keep you right here in this house to be our private prisoner. That's already been decided."

"Uh, yeah, that's good to know," Supergirl said, "but there was something else I wanted to ask you."

"What is it?" Mike said.

"D... do you love me?" Supergirl asked.

"I love fucking you."

"Yeah, that was kinda obvious," she said. "But I mean do you have any other feelings for me?"

There was a long silence. Supergirl heard the water turn off, then saw Mike pull back the shower curtain and step out of the bath.

He saw her standing before him and took the towel that she offered him. "Well, I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you. I mean, aside from your being our plastic slave," he said.

"Yeah, aside from that," she said. "I'm sorta glad to hear that you want to be nice to me." She stepped forward, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him.

He dried himself, tossed the damp towel onto its rack, then turned Supergirl around and pushed her into the bedroom. He took her apron, raincoat, and vocalizer off her, pushed her into his bed, then turned out the light and got into bed with her. Wasting no time, he mounted her, penetrated her, and pumped himself to climax.

Later, with Mike asleep on top of her, Supergirl sank into a dream:

She was wandering through the Metropolis Vinylhaven store and noticed an arched entrance to a new area. She walked through it and found a display of especially sexy plastic raincoats. As she examined one she felt something touch the side of her neck and a warm, drowsy feeling came over her. She turned around and saw that Lorelei had touched her with the butt of her magic rod. Lorelei pushed her into a changing room and told her to undress herself. Helplessly, Supergirl obeyed and then, on Lorelei's order, put on a transparent-white plastic shower cap. Lorelei's next order brought Supergirl to full sexual arousal and then Lorelei used her rod to plastify her victim and then turn her costume into plastic. Lorelei then took Supergirl and her plastic costume upstairs to a hidden bedroom, laid Supergirl onto the bed, then got on top of her to masturbate with her.

Later Lorelei put Supergirl into a clear plastic rocking skirt and put her plastified blue minidress on her. Her cape, turned into a big, fat, red plastic air mattress, leaned against a wall next to her. Other plastic prisoners stood in their own rocking skirts in the room. Every few minutes another prisoner would be taken from the room and would not return. Then her turn came.

Wearing only a transparent-blue plastic long-sleeved nightie that her costume had become and trapped in a rocking skirt, Supergirl was carried into an auction hall and put up on the block. She saw that the hall was occupied by mobsters. Then the auctioneer patted her back to set her rocking to and fro and began taking bids.

It didn't take long. Bidding was hot and heavy for a minute or two, then faded as the numbers went ever higher. The auctioneer speculated on what she would have to do to justify the money being spent to acquire her. The bidding ended and she was sold. Then, for the pleasure of the audience, she was prepared to be given to the bidder who had bought her.

It was like an execution. The auctioneer shoved the deflator into her valve. As air rushed out of her she bent at the waist and bowed to the cheering mobsters as she collapsed and lost consciousness.

She regained consciousness and discerned that she was sitting on someone's lap and was wearing a plastic raincoat. Looking down, she saw the transparent-blue plastic and understood that was her own raincoat. She felt lips pressed around the valve nipple protruding from her neck and felt the last puffs of air being blown into her. She saw a man's arms wrapped around her chest and belly and then she noticed the other prisoner in the room.

She was standing with her hands tied behind her back and she was wearing a transparent-white plastic raincoat whose skirt came down to her ankles. To catalyze her transformation into a plastic doll, she had been made to tuck her raven-black hair into a beret-style shower cap made of transparent-white plastic on which pink polka dots had been printed. She stood with her head bowed, so it took a moment for Supergirl to recognize her: Lois Lane stood before her as someone's plastic prisoner.

Having blown her full, her captor stood her up and tied her hands behind her back with a soft silk cord. Then he went around in front of her to look her over and she saw, with a shock of horror, that she had been bought by Lex Luthor. She trembled at the thought of the big, stocky villain lying on her in bed.

But Luthor was interrupted by his niece, Nasthalthia du Fossé storming into the room. She stopped short when she saw Supergirl.

"So it's true!" she said. She stood in front of Supergirl and reached out to touch her, as if to convince herself that it was, in fact, true. "Well, well, well. My very best superfriend is going to be our guest!"

"What do you want, Nasthalthia?" Luthor asked in some annoyance.

Nasthalthia put her arm around Supergirl's shoulders and said, "I want to enjoy a visit from my best friend in the world." Her robe was held closed by a long silk cord that she had doubled, wrapped around her waist, and put the ends through the loop: she took that soft belt off, tied a noose in one end, and slipped the noose over Supergirl's head. Then she pulled up the hood of Supergirl's raincoat. "You can play with your snoopy reporter," she said. With the free end of her cord in hand, she towed Supergirl out of the room.

She led Supergirl down the corridors of Luthor's Lair to her own private apartment. Coming into the front parlor, Nasthalthia locked the door behind her. She looped the cord several times over a projection jutting from a sculpture, essentially using the sculpture as a hitching post. She left the room then and came back a moment later carrying what appeared to be a heavy object attached to a mass of soft, clear plastic.

She set the object in the middle of the floor and then came and, after pulling down the hood of Supergirl's raincoat, took the noose off her neck. Nasty led Supergirl to the inflatable skirt lying on the floor, set her feet on it, and pulled the double-walled skirt up to her waist. She then inflated the skirt through the valve near its top.

Look at me, she thought as she knelt before Supergirl and blew into the valve, I look like I'm kissing Supergirl's cunt. I'll bet she's getting a big thrill out of this. Probably wanted to do this to me all along.

When she had blown the skirt full she stood up and untied Supergirl's hands. "Here, let me take your raincoat," she said as she separated the magnetic patch fasteners and slipped the raincoat off the helpless doll. She patted her prisoner on the back, setting her to rocking to and fro. "You just make yourself comfortable with the idea of being my blow-up punching bag. And I'll go put on my boxing shorts."

Taking Supergirl's raincoat, she went to her bedroom, quickly undressed, and put on the raincoat, luxuriating in the feel of her prisoner's personal plastic on her bare skin. Catching sight of her reflection in a mirror, she gloats softly to it, "At last, you get to lay on Supergirl." When the raincoat started to feel warm and steamy she took it off and put on red satin shorts and a white tee-shirt. Then she picked up the Supergirl apron that she used as a masturbating toy and returned to the main room to play with her new toy.

She compelled Supergirl to put on the apron. The ankle-length kitchen apron was made of transparent-blue plastic with opaque-yellow ties and the image of her ess-on-a-shield emblem printed on the bib in opaque red and yellow. Nasty used the emblem as a target of her jabs and punches. For the rest of the day Supergirl endured being used as Nasthalthia's punching bag.

Several hours later Nasthalthia went to take a shower and when she had dried herself she put on a black satin half slip and camisole and a black negligee, then, still wearing her transparent-black plastic shower cap, she went back to the main room to sit and gloat over her prisoner as the rocking skirt deflated. It wasn't long before she pulled her hapless toy out of the rocking skirt and pushed her toward her bedroom. Guiding Supergirl to the right side of her double bed, Nasty told her to take off her apron.

"All I want in bed with me is you and your pretty shower cap and nothing else," she said.

Trembling with excitement as much as with anxiety, Supergirl took off the apron, draped it over the chair with her raincoat, and got into bed. Nasty tucked her in and then went to her side of the bed and undressed, taking off everything except her shower cap. She turned out the light and got into bed. The sensation of wearing her shower cap made her feel that she was as much Supergirl's plastic prisoner as Supergirl was hers. Quivering with excitement, she mounted Supergirl, began kissing and caressing her, and a few minutes later her fondest wish came true.

Lying under Nasthalthia, Supergirl basked in the warm afterglow of passion. The sexual assertiveness of her captress made Supergirl feel like a bride on her wedding night. As she drifted off to sleep she hoped that she had been hot enough for the pleasure of her mistress.

She was awakened by Mike getting on top of her and poking his erect penis into her vagina. Again she felt the inner swelling of being penetrated. Again she felt him bouncing on her as he pumped himself to climax. And again she came to a hot, shuddering climax when she felt him ejaculate into her. When they got out of bed she had to put on her raincoat, apron, and vocalizer and go serve Lorelei as her maid.

-o-0-o-

After a month in captivity Supergirl saw that her pregnancy was showing. Her belly had swollen up until it bulged out six inches beyond its normal extent. She found that she could get herself hot just by rubbing it with her hands, but especially when she rubbed it with the plastic of her raincoat or apron. Since Lorelei required her to wear her raincoat and apron when she was not playing with her, Supergirl was hot more or less all the time. Indeed, she was so hot that she didn't even mind Mike calling her "my big, fat jizz pillow". But then Mike stopped playing with her.

Mike had to leave town for a few weeks on a business trip, so Supergirl became Lorelei's bedwarmer at night. The first night in Lorelei's bed Supergirl discovered that Lorelei slept so soundly that she could snuggle up to her and masturbate with her body.

It was during this time that Wonder Woman became Lorelei's next victim. With Mike out of town, Lorelei used her magic to draw in her victim and then to capture her, to render her helpless. She imprisoned the Amazon Princess in the guest bedroom to plump her up a bit before plastifying her. During the day she would occasionally visit the guest bedroom to test her prisoner. The testing consisted mainly of Lorelei lying naked on her naked prisoner and masturbating with her. The big Amazon could only lie helpless as Lorelei kissed her, caressed her and fondled her, then mounted her and played with her until she climaxed.

Supergirl's first clue came to her when she saw Lorelei, completely naked, wearing a transparent-red plastic raincoat that was clearly too large for her, one that was Amazon-sized. Lorelei told Supergirl to come with her and led her into the guest bedroom, where she saw Wonder Woman standing naked and helpless under Lorelei's spell. Lorelei then took off Wonder Woman's raincoat and handed it to Supergirl, who had to hold it, folded up over her arms, and watch Lorelei play with Wonder Woman. Supergirl cried inside, knowing that all too soon the big Amazon would be nothing more than an inflated plastic bag.

She also noticed that Lorelei enjoyed wearing Wonder Woman's costume, though she did not put on the golden girdle that gave Wonder Woman her superpowers. There was a rumor floating around about a mobster's moll who captured Wonder Woman, took her girdle, and put it on, figuring that she would gain the Amazon's powers. According to the rumor the woman had shrieked like a train whistle and died in agony, her body steaming like a pile of hot manure on a cold winter's day. It wasn't true, of course, but it was useful nonetheless.

In lieu of the golden girdle Lorelei had something else that she could wear with Wonder Woman's costume, a very special party apron. It was a wide ankle-length apron made of transparent-blue plastic that had silver stars printed on it across the bottom while the words "Submit To Me!" were printed in red and yellow across the top. The inch-wide ties were made of doubled opaque-red plastic. She had obtained it, apparently, for her capture of Wonder Woman.

Then the fateful day came. Supergirl had been left standing in Lorelei's bedroom wearing her slave shackles. The character on Lorelei's punching bag seemed to be looking at her with a disdain that made her feel her humiliation anew. Then Lorelei came and escorted her to the guest bedroom.

Supergirl's raincoat and apron swished softly as Supergirl hobbled down the hallway. She trembled inside, dreading what she was about to see. When she came into the guest bedroom, pushed by Lorelei, what she saw made her break down and cry.

Wonder Woman was standing facing the door and the first thing that Supergirl noticed was the translucent-white valve stem protruding from the left side of Wonder Woman's neck. The Amazon's raven-black hair had been tucked into a bouffant version of Pert and Pretty's™ "Tropical Garden" shower cap, a beret-style cap made of transparent-white plastic, on which thin-line images of tropical flowers had been printed in green, red-orange, and purple, and to which an opaque-white rubber band had been attached as a headband, and then she had been plastified. She stood before Supergirl in her own transparent-red plastic raincoat and a Wonder Woman apron, a plastic parody of her action costume. Her hands and feet were bound in slave shackles made of opaque-gold plastic.

Lorelei pushed Supergirl right up to Wonder Woman. She put a vocalizer on Wonder Woman, then left the room, locking the door behind her.

"Kara, we have got to stop meeting like this!" Wonder Woman said. She was referring to the time that she and Supergirl had been captured by Lex Luthor's psychotic niece (see "The Execution of Supergirl" - TdC).

"That would be nice," Supergirl said. "Unfortunately, there seems to be an endless supply of these plastic witches who want to play with us (Oh, indeed there is, courtesy of you know who - TdC)."

"I feel like I'm about to be the guest of honor at a slave auction," Wonder Woman complained.

"I don't think that you have to worry about that," Supergirl said. "We're too well-known for Mike and Lorelei to take the risk of letting anyone know that they have us. Unless we can find a way to get rescued, I think we will be kept in this house forever."

"I wasn't born to be a sex toy," Wonder Woman complained. "I was meant to be loved, not used."

"Well," Supergirl said, "if one of us can get her hands on Lorelei's wand when she's not pregnant, she can reverse the plastification by pressing the butt of the wand against her valve."

"Hera help us!" Wonder Woman cried. "It could take years for us to get that kind of opportunity."

"Unless we can get a message to the Justice League," Supergirl said. She moved closer to Wonder Woman.

Prevented by their shackles from embracing, the two women simply held hands and gazed into each other's eyes. Then Supergirl leaned forward and kissed Wonder Woman's breasts, nodding and turning her head to rub her lips against Wonder Woman's nipples. For the rest of the afternoon, until Lorelei came to take them to set up her special tableau, they lay together on the bed and talked.

When Mike got back from his business trip Lorelei greeted him and asked him to change into something comfortable. After he complied she led him into the special parlor. Instead of Supergirl he saw Wonder Woman. Her costume was laid out on the sofa and her boots sat on the floor in front of it. Wonder Woman herself stood wearing only a Tropical Garden shower cap, her own transparent-red plastic raincoat, and a Wonder Woman apron. Her wrists and ankles were bound in opaque-gold plastic slave shackles, a long doubled-plastic strip with a pair of shorter strips with magnetic seals at both ends. The inflated plastic Amazon stood completely helpless.

Mike was speechless. He approached the new prisoner and squeezed her breasts. She tried to squirm away from him, but he grabbed her and held her.

From inside the darkened changing room, where Lorelei had put her, Supergirl watched Mike start to play with his new toy. She felt the sensation of her heart racing and quivered inside as she felt Wonder Woman's humiliation vicariously.

"Come on, Big Boobs," she heard Mike say. "It's my turn to fatten you up."

As she watched Mike carry Wonder Woman to his bedroom, Supergirl imagined it was her in his grasp and got hot inside. When Lorelei came to take her to bed she was ready, eager to have a warm body on top of her, even Lorelei's.

That night in bed, with Lorelei embracing her and snuggling up against her back, Supergirl slid down into a dream:

On a rainy day, wearing her transparent-blue plastic raincloak, Supergirl left a meeting and went looking for a place where she could change into her Linda Danvers identity. Suddenly something touched her cheek and she seemed to see the world through a long tunnel. She turned and saw that a raven-haired teen-aged girl had touched her with the butt of a strangely glistening wand. She also noticed that the girl's ample breasts bulged out the transparent-black plastic of her raincoat. Unable to resist the girl's commands, she followed the girl to a parking structure and lay down on a sleeping bag spread out in the trunk of the girl's car. Locked in the trunk, she was driven to the girl's home, a two-story house in an older part of Stanhope. Freed from the trunk, she obeyed the girl's orders to follow her into the house, submissively allowing the girl to lead her in through the back door and take her into the front parlor. She could hear that she and the girl were alone in the house.

The girl ordered Supergirl to undress and then left the room. A few moments later the girl returned carrying a Supergirl shower cap, a simple beret-style cap that had thumbnail-sized images of Supergirl's ess-on-a-shield emblem printed in a tiara-like pattern on the transparent-blue plastic. She looked Supergirl's naked body over, then handed Supergirl the shower cap and told her to put it on. When Supergirl complied the girl said, "I want this to be fun for you." She brandished her wand and said, "Get hot!" Supergirl felt her nipples and clitoris swell up and sexual heat flare up inside her. The girl went behind Supergirl and said, "And come to climax...now!" At the same instant, as Supergirl felt her body begin to shudder in a sexual explosion she felt the tip of the girl's wand touch the back of her neck just below her left ear and felt a hot flash that seemed to lift her off the floor.

Suddenly her mind cleared and her free will was restored. She turned to deal with her captress, but the girl grabbed her right arm and lifted her over her head. "At last," the girl gloated, "the mighty Supergirl is my inflated plastic slave!" She then put Supergirl down, picked up her clothes, and then escorted her upstairs to her bedroom over the front of the house.

Coming into the bedroom, the girl tossed Supergirl's clothes onto her bed, took off her own raincoat, and tossed it onto the bed too. In the middle of the bedroom she put Supergirl into a clear plastic skirt that had a heavy, rounded base and then inflated the skirt with a pump to trap Supergirl in it and turn her into a roly-poly punching bag. For the rest of the afternoon the girl sparred with Supergirl until it was time for her to go down to dinner. Left alone, Supergirl made a futile attempt to free herself from the rocking skirt. Realizing that she was truly trapped for the moment, she tried to reach the bed to grab her raincloak. The raincloak was out of reach, but she was able to grab the girl's raincoat. She put it on and then began rubbing the soft, smooth plastic over her breasts. She couldn't reach her clitoris to bring herself to climax, but she could heat herself up with her captress's raincoat and she did.

Hours later the girl returned to get her pajamas and shower cap, went to take a shower, then came back and got into bed. For more hours Supergirl stood in the warm dark listening to the rain and the slishing sounds of cars going by on the wet street. Finally the sound of the TV downstairs stopped and the rest of the family went to bed. For another half hour or so the girl waited, then got up to go to the bathroom. When she returned she stuck a deflator into the valve in the punching skirt and while the skirt loosened she took off her pajamas. She pulled Supergirl out of the deflated skirt, put her into her bed lying on her back, and got into bed on top of her. Thoroughly excited, she spent an hour masturbating on Supergirl, bringing them both to hot, shuddering climaxes, and then pushed a deflator into the valve in Supergirl's neck.

The next morning Lorelei and Supergirl got up and Supergirl helped Lorelei dress herself before putting her raincoat, apron, and vocalizer back on. Wearing only a pair of panties and a half slip and camisole, Lorelei left Supergirl in the bedroom. Supergirl gazed at the painting and then at the proud character on Lorelei's punching bag. About a quarter hour later Lorelei returned. From a drawer in her dresser, she took a transparent-green plastic raincoat and displayed it for Supergirl to see.

"This is my kryptonite raincoat," Lorelei said.

Supergirl knew that there was no kryptonite in the raincoat: the plastic would have looked metallic if there had been. Nonetheless, she felt dizzy looking at the raincoat and wondered if it were part of Lorelei's magic or just the power of suggestion bringing up memories of the times when she had been exposed to kryptonite.

Lorelei put on the raincoat and stepped right up against Supergirl. Taking the hint, Supergirl fell to her knees and looked up at Lorelei, who stood running her hands over her raincoat's soft, smooth plastic.

"No, Lorelei, please," Supergirl begged. "Please have mercy on me." She embraced Lorelei's legs and pressed her lips against the raincoat in front of Lorelei's crotch.

"Poor hapless Supergirl," Lorelei gloated. "The high and mighty superheroine is now a weak and pathetic toy."

"Yes," Supergirl said, beginning to sob, "yes, I am. I was nau... naughty to ch... challenge you. I g... got what I deserved."

"Not quite," Lorelei said. "You deserve a good spanking." She lifted Supergirl up and draped her over her left shoulder, wrapping her left arm around Supergirl's legs to hold her in place.

Crying with heavy sobs, Supergirl went limp and hung down Lorelei's back. "Please, Lorelei," she sobbed, "I don't want to be spanked."

With her right hand Lorelei gave Supergirl's fanny a sharp whack. Supergirl squealed as if in pain and Lorelei whacked her again. And again. And again.

"Please stop," Supergirl cried. "I'll be good. I promise, I'll be good. Just please stop."

Lorelei whacked her fanny again.

"Please, Lorelei," Supergirl squealed. "I'm sorry I was naughty. Please have mercy on me."

Lorelei raised her hand to spank Supergirl again, but then gently patted Supergirl's fanny. "Very well," she said and she lifted Supergirl off her shoulder and set her on her feet. "And how do you thank me for being merciful?"

Standing with her head bowed and sniffling, Supergirl put her hands around Lorelei's waist, hugged her, and kissed her breasts, pushing her lips against Lorelei's nipples until she felt them swell up. Then she kissed Lorelei on the lips as passionately as she could.

"Oh, sweet Lorelei," Supergirl half sobbed. "I am so deeply in love with you."

Lorelei hugged Supergirl and broke off the kiss. "Are you really?" she asked.

"Oh, yes, I am," Supergirl said as she rested her cheek against the warm plastic of Lorelei's raincoat on her left shoulder. "I love you so very much when you play with me. And the thought of you laying on me gets me totally hot." She took her arms from around Lorelei, took a step back, and lovingly stroked the front of Lorelei's raincoat. "I... I even wish that you could get me pregnant... with your raincoat."

"I'll see if I can find a spell that will enable me to do that," Lorelei said. Then she went to her dresser, took out the green plastic slave shackles, and turned back to Supergirl.

Supergirl put her hands out and submitted to Lorelei binding the shackles onto her wrists. Then she stood still to let Lorelei bind her ankles. Thus shackled, she could only submit when Lorelei pushed her out of the bedroom. With Lorelei behind her, prodding her, she hobbled to the guest bedroom.

She should have expected it, but it shocked her nonetheless. When she came into the guest bedroom she saw Wonder Woman, completely naked with her hands tied behind her back, standing in the inflated rocking skirt. Standing on the rubber mound that contained the weight that made the skirt bounce upright, the six-foot Amazon loomed over Supergirl.

"No," Supergirl moaned as she heard the door close behind her and saw Lorelei confront Wonder Woman and give her a punch in the belly. She couldn't help herself; the sight of Lorelei beating her friend made her start crying. Her crying seemed to energize Lorelei further and, as a consequence, Wonder Woman got punched more vigorously. For long minutes the room was filled with the sounds of Supergirl's sobs and the soft rubbery thumps of Lorelei's fists punching into Wonder Woman's inflated-taut plastic skin.

It had to end fairly soon. Lorelei ran out of energy and stopped punching her big fat Amazon bag. Without a word she left the room and closed the door, trapping Supergirl and Wonder Woman together.

"I am so sorry, Diana," Supergirl said, still sniffling. Still shackled, she went behind Wonder Woman and untied her hands. Then she shuffled back around to stand in front of Wonder Woman and, with her head bowed, began crying again. "I'm sorry I got you into this," she sobbed.

(In fact, Supergirl had nothing to do with the capture and plastification of Wonder Woman. Lorelei had targeted the Amazon Princess long before she had captured Supergirl. But Supergirl had naturally assumed that Wonder Woman had been captured while trying to rescue her.)

Wonder Woman wasn't wearing her vocalizer, so all she could do was to take Supergirl into an embrace and hold her while she cried herself out. This move put Supergirl's face between Wonder Woman's big breasts. When she stopped crying she kissed Wonder Woman's nipples. Wonder Woman responded by squirming in ecstasy for several minutes and then lifting Supergirl up and kissing her lips. As best they could the two plastic superwomen tried to make love to each other.

For another week Supergirl endured being used as Lorelei's maid, punching bag, and bedwarmer. Mike seemed to forgotten all about her, but the sight of her bulging belly seemed to get Lorelei all the hotter to play with her. Then, late one afternoon, when Supergirl and Wonder Woman were locked in the Merrick's guest bedroom so that Lorelei could go grocery shopping, everything changed.

Lorelei came to the guest bedroom and beckoned to Supergirl and Wonder Woman, both wearing their raincoats and aprons, to come with her. She led them into the living room, where they saw Mike, wearing only his underpants, standing with his hands at his sides, like a soldier standing at attention. Then they noticed someone else in the room, a beautiful black-haired woman dressed in a stage magician's costume.

"Zatanna!" Supergirl said through her vocalizer.

"At your service," Zatanna said with an elaborate stage bow. She reached out and squeezed Supergirl's right bicep, then pulled her close and patted her belly. "Amazing!" she commented.

Then Supergirl noticed the sounds. She heard a rhythmic swishing accompanied by soft thumps and grunts. She and Zatanna looked to the source of the sounds and saw Wonder Woman eagerly using Mike as a punching bag.

Wonder Woman's raincoat and apron swished as she danced around Mike, apparently trying to beat the crap out of him.

"What a pity he won't get to remember this!" Zatanna said sadly. "Getting beat up by a balloon."

"Who are you calling a balloon?" Wonder Woman asked as she delivered to Mike's crotch a kick that, had she possessed her normal flesh-and-blood form, would have lifted the poor clown five or six feet off the floor.

"Why, you, my dear," Zatanna said. "Are you not feeling a trifle balloonish?"

Wonder Woman let out a low growl and rained a series of one-two punches upon Mike's face. Meanwhile, Lorelei, under the same spell that rendered Mike passive, had taken off her robe to reveal that she was wearing only a pair of panties. She put her hands on her thighs and stood submissively. Supergirl took the hint and began punching her.

Divested of all traces of power, the two inflated superwomen were freed from all inhibition. So they went nuts on their erstwhile captors. A few minutes after starting, they traded off victims, Wonder Woman punching Lorelei and Supergirl punching Mike.

Zatanna sat down in an armchair to watch the show and to tell Supergirl and Wonder Woman what had happened to bring her to Mike and Lorelei's house and what she would do to ensure that her rescue would be perfect.

Half an hour later, their anger spent, Supergirl and Wonder Woman stopped. Mike and Lorelei stood unharmed, except for a slight reddening of their skins in places.

"You took a risk in coming here," Wonder Woman said.

"No, I didn't," Zatanna said. "Believe me, I had no desire to end up inflated in Lorelei's bedroom. I explored her magic quite thoroughly before I moved against her. Now," she said as she stood up, "let's get out of here."

Zatanna laid a magic tarp on the floor and told Supergirl and Wonder Woman to put on it anything that they wanted to take with them.

Lorelei's magic kit, including her wand and manual, certainly went onto the tarp: Supergirl and Wonder Woman would need them to reverse their plastifications. Their action costumes and Wonder Woman's magical accouterments also went onto the tarp. Zatanna had to help them (well, actually made Mike and Lorelei help them) put Lorelei's masturbating chair on the tarp. Wonder Woman added Lorelei's party apron and Supergirl claimed Lorelei's kitchen apron as a souvenir. The inflatable rocking skirt and plastic shackles were also added to the pile. Then they were ready to leave.

"What will happen with them?" Wonder Woman asked, indicating Mike and Lorelei with a wave of her hand.

"I will remove their memories of this incident and all of Lorelei's knowledge and memory of magic," Zatanna said. "Then I will leave them alone while I go and rescue a few other blow-up beauties."

"Speaking of rescue," Supergirl said, "what do we do about these?" She indicated her bulging belly.

"I have already made the necessary arrangements to end your pregnancies so that you can be changed back to normal," Zatanna said.

"Can't you just use your own magic to erase them?" Wonder Woman asked.

Zatanna shook her head. "No. There's only one way to do it and I don't have the right power."

"All right," Supergirl said. "Just do what you have to."

"Reappa ni eth vake-taB!" Zatanna said. Supergirl saw the Merricks' house disappear and darkness envelop her. When her eyes adjusted to the dark, she saw that she and Wonder Woman and the tarp with everything on it were in the Batcave.

"Oh, Great Hera help us!" Wonder Woman said. "We're going to be Batman and Robin's love slaves!"

Supergirl sighed. "Thanks, Zatanna!" she called out.

"You're welcome," a disembodied voice replied with a wicked chuckle.

Suddenly lights came on and the women could see that they were standing on a carpeted platform overlooking a turntable. Down a long tunnel they saw headlights approaching. With the rushing sound of tires rolling on pavement, the Batmobile came into the cave and stopped on the turntable. As the faint whine of the car's heavily muffled turbojet engine wound down, the twin canopies lifted up an inch and slid back, allowing the pilot and copilot to get out of the vehicle.

"Zatanna warned us," Batman said when he saw the women, "but I didn't really think...."

The two men seemed uncomfortable. Supergirl quickly figured that the sight of two naked women wearing only transparent plastic raincoats and aprons had suddenly made their tights too tight.

"Wow," Robin said, "this is awkward!" (Well, duh! - TdC).

"Agreed," Wonder Woman said. "So shall we talk about making it less awkward?"

"Right," Batman said. "Let's go up to the house and talk about what we need to do. We'll bring the rest of your things up later." He led the way to the secret elevator that would take them up to Wayne Manor.

As the elevator rose Batman and Robin tried to avoid jostling the women, a difficult act in the small space. Once they got up into the house they went to the parlor and sat down to talk.

"We know what we have to do," Batman said. "But this is a rather ticklish matter and I'm a little worried about offending you, so perhaps we should start with you telling us what you want us to do."

Given that both men had agreed that they would do their part to bring the women's plastic pregnancies to term, Wonder Woman suggested that at night she would sleep with Bruce Wayne and Supergirl would sleep with Dick Grayson. It would be no worse than what Mike had done to them and at least they would be getting fucked by friends.

Batman and Robin both objected to Wonder Woman's use of the crude slang term. "You're our guests," Batman said. "The whole point of this exercise is to give you what you need without abusing you."

So it was that Supergirl and Wonder Woman spent the rest of the day in a guest bedroom that they would occupy when Bruce and Dick were not at home. Bruce and Dick brought up their things from Zatanna's magic tarp and then, when the women were well established, they left the room and locked the door.

Hours later, well after night had fallen, Bruce and Dick returned. Each man invited his assigned companion to accompany him to his bedroom. Still wearing their raincoats, aprons, and vocalizers, Wonder Woman and Supergirl accepted the proffered invitations and accompanied their hosts out of the guest room.

As she and Dick walked down the hall to Dick's bedroom Supergirl felt quivery inside. She knew that Dick was a nice young man and that he would never do anything to hurt her; nonetheless, as he escorted her to his bedroom she felt like a prisoner being led to her execution. She became intensely aware of the sensations of her raincoat caressing her bare skin and felt sexual heat glow within her. Soon, all too soon, they came to the execution chamber where she would suffer what the French called "The Little Death".

He seemed nervous as he opened the door for her, then surprised and relieved when he looked inside the room. She walked into the room and saw a wide double bed that seemed somehow out of place.

"Looks like Zatanna thought of everything," he commented. Then he explained, "I used to have a single bed, but this is better. I'm sure you don't want to have me sleeping up against you all night."

"I wouldn't mind," Supergirl said. "You could even sleep on top of me."

He let out a half-chuckle sigh. "Kara, you're not a pillow or a mattress." He closed the door as he came into the room. "You're a dear friend."

"I'm a blow-up bimbo," she said.

"Perhaps," he said as he looked into her eyes. "But we're going to change that fact."

She put her hands on his biceps and stroked the well-muscled flesh. "I can't wait to get started," she said.

"Right," he said, sounding more than a little embarrassed. He picked up a small pile of flannel from his chair. "I have to take a shower and brush my teeth first. Go ahead and make yourself at home." He then went into his bathroom and closed the door.

She looked around the room, gave an idle jab to his six-foot tall Klansie the Klown punching bag, examined his trophy case, turned back the covers on the bed, then sat down in his armchair and picked up the magazine sitting on the little table next to it. She opened it and got caught up in a story about two Boy Scouts who had, some time earlier, discovered an abandoned time machine.

Bob Tucker and Ellsworth "Brains" Baines, with their friends Kai Beezee Tentroy, a Boy Scout whom they had rescued from an orphanage in the far future, and Dion, a young Spartan they had picked up on a trip to Ancient Greece, had gone over eight-hundred thousand years into the future and found that the human race had split into two species, the indolent Eloi, who lived in the beautiful and peaceful upper world, and the omni-competent Morlocks, who lived underground in a thumping, clanking mechanical realm. Almost immediately Bob and "Brains" began teaching the Eloi the lore of the Boy Scouts, especially the art of making and maintaining fires that would prevent predatory Morlocks from entering their palaces at night to kidnap Eloi to eat. At the same time Dion organized exercise classes for the Eloi. "Earn your pleasure," he told them. "It then becomes all the sweeter."

Supergirl had to leave off reading the story when Dick came out of the bathroom.

He came out wearing a pair of loose-fitting pajamas. "Are you going to wear your raincoat and apron to bed?" he asked.

"No," she said. "And surely you're not going to wear those to bed."

"Well, yeah," he stammered. "I don't want you to think that I'm... taking... advantage."

"That's really sweet of you to think that way," she said. "But I want to make love to you, not to your pajamas." She approached him, grabbed the hem of his pajama top, and then pulled the top up over his head. After he had pulled his arms out of the sleeves, she tossed the pajama top onto the armchair.

"OK," he said in a trembling voice. "Uh, may I kiss you?"

"Yes," she said and she stepped closer to him.

He gripped her biceps with his hands and put his lips tenderly on hers. She slid her arms around his waist and pulled herself up against him. Through a layer of flannel and two layers of plastic she felt his erect penis pressing against her lower belly.

"While we're kissing," she said, "you may untie my apron."

He reached his hands down behind her, grasped the ends of her apron's ties, and then gently pulled on them until the slip-knotted bow fell apart. Then he pulled the ties apart and let them dangle limply.

"Now," she said, "take my apron off me and toss it onto the chair."

He lifted the apron's yoke over her head, then gathered the bib in one hand and tossed the apron onto the armchair, where it landed with a soft swish.

"Now deprive me of my raincoat."

He began pulling the magnetic patches down the front of her raincoat apart and pulling the plastic to her sides. As the soft, smooth plastic slid over her breasts sexual heat flared up inside her. He knelt down as he separated the lowest patches and opened her raincoat completely so that both sides of the placket hung limp at her sides. Still kneeling before her, he ran his hands over her bulging belly. "I can't believe what's happening in there," he said in astonishment. Then he looked up at her and added, "It must be horrible."

She put her hands on his and pressed them harder against her belly. "I'm sorta hoping that you'll make it wonderful," she said.

He stood up, slipped the raincoat off her, and tossed it onto the chair.

Completely naked, but for her shower cap and vocalizer, Supergirl got into bed, lying on her back, and pulled the covers over her. She watched Dick go to turn out the light, then in the faint glow of moonlight she watched him approach the bed, pause to take off his pajama bottoms and drop them on the floor, and then get into bed with her. She felt the bed move and the thrill of anticipation made her tremble with excitement.

He slid over next to her. "I love you, Kara," he said in a trembling voice.

"I love you, too, Dick," she said. Then she spread her legs.

As he mounted her she grabbed his penis with her left hand and guided it into her vagina. Then, when he came down on top of her and took her in a full sexual embrace, she slid her arms around him and hugged him.

"Oh, Kara," he said, "You're so soft and warm!"

"And you're so big and strong!" she replied.

At that he kissed her and began pumping his penis in and out of her. He moved slowly at first, but soon began pumping her more vigorously. The sensations of his soft, warm, rubbery smooth body bouncing on her and the sounds of him panting and grunting generated more sexual heat inside Supergirl. She felt the base of his penis slamming rhythmically into her clitoris while his penis jabbed deep into her again and again. She felt like his sexual punching bag. Suddenly she felt heat blossom inside her and she climaxed long and hard as he struggled as if desperate to go even deeper into her. At last he went limp and lay panting on her.

After taking a moment to catch his breath he started to lift himself off of her. She hugged him tighter. "It's not over when you squirt into me," she said softly. "I want to feel loved, not used."

"Yeah, I kinda figured something like that," he said. "But I thought it would be rude to go to sleep on you." A few minutes later he slid partly off of her and lay on her right side to rest his weight on the bed. He still had his arms wrapped around her and he hugged her to him and, whispering "I love you, Kara", drifted off to sleep.

She lay in his embrace and enjoyed the feel of his breathing. For the first time in a month the subconscious anxiety that had depressed her spirit like mental kryptonite was gone and she slipped easily into a deep sleep. Nonetheless, she dreamed:

She was pregnant yet again and her belly had swollen up like a pale pink beach ball. She was wearing on her otherwise naked body a raincoat made of transparent-white plastic printed with opaque-white curlicues in floral patterns. Over the raincoat she wore a poncho made of the same plastic. Her hands were tied in front of her with a white satin cord. She was the perfect plastic bride.

She was standing at the open doors at the end of the aisle. Superman pulled up the hood of her bridal poncho and escorted her down the aisle. Zatanna Zatara stood as the Maid of Honor, wearing her transparent-black plastic raincloak over her stage magician's costume (And if we were ever to see Serinda Swan, the delightful actress who plays Zatanna on Smellvile, in such an outfit, she would soon be performing the magic trick called Making You Cream in Your Pants - TdC).

Batman, in his transparent-black plastic raincloak, stood as Best Man next to Robin. Waiting for her, Robin stood wearing his transparent-gray plastic raincloak, the very one he had used to get her pregnant. Seeing it, seeing the very thing he had used to enslave her, made her feel warm and quivery inside. She felt as if she couldn't wait for him to take her to bed again.

On the groom's side of the aisle stood the Justice League of America, the League of Superheroes, who had come from the Thirtieth Century, and various other superheroes.

She heard someone whisper, "Looks like Robin's been bouncing on her like she was a trampoline."

"Yeah," someone else replied quietly, "tramp-oline would be about right."

Supergirl felt the heat of embarrassment fill her and if she hadn't been made of plastic, she would have blushed.

On the bride's side of aisle stood a number of familiar women. Supergirl saw Donna Storm, Karen Blair, Plassy Bouffenuini, Lorelei Merrick, Vindi Spuschwanker, Doris Saitherwitte, Maude Seintess, also known as Balloonda, Marla Schauerkappe, even the vile Deasie Ghameggs, Hyppolyte, the Amazon queen of Nealesvos, and her evil aides, Thalia and Daphne, and of course Nasthalthia du Fossé, Lex Luthor's evil niece. Each woman was wearing satin pajamas with her plastic raincoat and shower cap.

Presiding over the ceremony in the role of priestess, Wonder Woman stood at the altar where Supergirl would be sacrificed to Dick Grayson's lust. Over her Wonder Woman costume she wore what looked like a choir robe made of transparent-white plastic on which pink phallus images were printed. The altar itself was simply a large hassock with a set of neatly folded sheets and blankets lying on top of it and a pair of pillows lying on top of them.

Wonder Woman addressed Robin and said, "Do you, Dick Robin Grayson, take this plastic prisoner, Linda Supergirl Danvers, to be your inflated slave-bride from this day forward, to have and to hold, to touch and to kiss, to play with and enjoy; from this day forward until death do you part?"

Dick gazed deep into Supergirl's eyes and said, "I do."

Wonder Woman turned to Supergirl and said, "Do you, Linda Supergirl Danvers, take this man,.... Aw, screw it! You're fucked!" She turned to Robin and said, "You may kiss the bride!"

Dick took Supergirl into his arms, hugged her to him, and put his lips on hers. The sensations of her bulging belly pressing against Dick raised up memories of him lying on her in bed and got her so hot she nearly climaxed then and there. Then Dick released her and Wonder Woman declared that it was time to play Bop the Bride.

Normally one team would be selected from the groom's side of the aisle and one team from the bride's side of the aisle. In this case, though, because they were all villainesses, the teams were selected from the women on the bride's side of the aisle. Hyppolyte, Thalia, Daphne, Deasie, Doris, and Nasthalthia made up the Alpha team, and Donna, Karen, Balloonda, Lorelei, Marla, and Plassy made up the Beta team. Each woman stripped down and put on a pair of shorts and a pair of inflatable serving aprons. When inflated, the aprons would resemble small air mattresses that would enable the women to use their hips to bump the bride around the playing surface.

Supergirl herself had her bridal poncho removed. The hood of her raincoat was put up, she put her hands flat against the sides of her thighs, and her raincoat, with her in it, was turned into an inflated punching bag. Designated the Bride Bumper, Vindi hugged Supergirl from behind and lifted her to carry her to the dish.

Bop the Bride was played on a shallow oval dish twenty feet wide by eighty feet long. Rubber curbs ran along the rim of the dish to prevent players from sliding out of it. Halfway along the length of the dish there were gaps in the curbs on both sides, each gap opening on a wide dimple in the floor, the scoring pit, one for the Alpha team and one for the Beta team. Tiny holes drilled in the floor a tenth of an inch apart allowed compressed air to escape from the chambers below, the bride and the players, in their rubber sandals, would slide almost friction-free across the layer of air that would get temporarily trapped under them.

With the players standing on the curb, three on each side of their team's scoring pit, Vindi pushed Supergirl down the centerline of the dish. When Supergirl slid past the halfway mark the players leaped into the dish and pursued her. Sliding around the dish, they thrust their hips to bump Supergirl around the dish and tried to drive her into their team's scoring pit.

She bounced off Deasie's apron first. Wobbling from side to side, she careened across the dish. Karen Blair bumped her next. Back and forth across the dish she slid, bouncing off the various players. Then Marla gave her a solid bump off her buttocks. She slid across the dish, several players strove desperately to catch up with her, and then she slid straight into the Beta Team's scoring pit.

Then the members of the Alpha Team were turned into plastic. Wearing only their shower caps and sexually aroused, they were touched by the wand on the neck and each became an inflated plastic doll with a valve in her neck. Supergirl saw that each member of the Alpha Team was given to a member of the Beta Team. She was especially glad to see that Karen Blair was given Doris Saitherwitte and that Marla Schauerkappe got Deasie Ghameggs as her plastic prisoner.

Vindi, in her Greek Fantasy shower cap, was plastified and given to Supergirl to be her maid and playmate in the hidden realm deep within Wayne Manor. Supergirl imagined naked Vindi mounting her pregnant body and playing with her and, with that pleasant thought in mind and with her nipples and clitoris properly swollen, she drifted deep into full unconsciousness.

The next morning Dick woke up and saw Supergirl lying on her right side, her head resting on her right hand, staring at him.

"Mm, g'mornin'," he mumbled.

"Good morning," she replied. "Did you sleep well?"

He took several deep breaths. "Yes, I did," he replied. "Did you?"

"Yeah, I suppose I could give that a yes," she said. "I think I know how a new bride feels, sleeping in a new bed with someone she loves."

He felt his penis starting to swell up. He rolled onto his left side to face her directly. "D... do you want to have sex?" he stammered.

"Yes, I do," she said, rolling onto her back.

He gazed deep into her eyes and said, "May I make love to you?"

"Of course, you may," she replied. She reached her left hand out as if to pull him onto her.

He slid himself up next to her, put his lips on hers, and rolled over on top of her. She spread her legs as he mounted her and brought his legs between hers. Stimulated by the sensations of her soft, smooth, and warm plastic skin pressing and rubbing against his body and of the pneumatic bounciness of her inflated body, his penis lengthened, swelled, and stiffened. Tenderly he slid it into her vagina and took her into a full sexual embrace.

As she felt the heat and weight of his body come down on her, she felt her vagina stretch and felt a deep swelling in her lower abdomen. She shivered with excitement as she felt him kiss her nipples and then she let out a startled and delighted "Oh!" when he kissed her valve. She put her arms around him and squeezed him rhythmically.

In response he began to move, thrusting his penis in and out of her with the same rhythm as her squeezing. He began panting over her, more from excitement than from his effort. With his every thrust into her she let out a little grunt, as if she had been punched in the belly. As he moved faster and with greater vigor her grunts became squeals.

He slowed his thrusting and concentrated on kissing her breasts, manipulating her nipples with his lips. He could feel her hugging him desperately and squirming under him. "I love you, Kara," he whispered into her ear. Then he kissed her valve, stroking its stem with his lips.

She let out a long, vibrato, squealing "Oh!" and she convulsed under him. Making sure that his lower abdomen rubbed her clitoris, he pumped himself to climax to enhance her orgasm with the extra heat he was squirting into her. Then they both went limp and he lay panting, now from effort rather than excitement.

As he lay resting on her, tenderly kissing her neck, he suddenly understood something that he had noticed the night before. Before they had climaxed, Supergirl had been making strange noises, weird squeals and yips, and she had done the same just now. What he understood was that he had gotten Supergirl so hot that she had lost all control over herself and begun crying out in Kryptonese. A warm glow of pride filled him then and fueled a determination to learn as well and as quickly as he could how to please his alien friend in bed.

After they got out of bed and were dressing themselves Supergirl asked, "What do you think about me when you get on top of me?"

"What do you mean?" Dick asked. "I don't recall thinking at all."

"I mean," Supergirl said as she tied her apron, "do you think of me as your wife, or as your prisoner, or, maybe, as your slave-girl?"

"Kara, you're not a toy," he protested. "I would never do anything to hurt you."

"You're sweet to say that," she said, "but I'm talking about your fantasies. You can't hurt me with a fantasy."

"It might hurt your feelings," he said.

"Only if it's mean-spirited," she replied. "Wanting to dominate me in bed is not necessarily mean."

"Wanting to make you my prisoner?" he prompted.

"Well," she said, "I sorta made a mess and even had a part in getting Wonder Woman captured, so I sorta deserve to be punished. As your prisoner I get punished in bed."

"That's just...," he started to say and then said, "not... very... sexy."

"Just think about it, will you?" she said as she went out the door.

"I will," he said as he followed her out of the room and closed the door behind him. "I'll let you know tonight."

"Thank you," she said, then she kissed him and they went their separate ways.

During the day the two plastic women had to remain locked in a guest bedroom in the rear of the mansion lest visitors discover their presence in the house. It was a necessary measure, of course, but the women were nonetheless effectively sex prisoners.

Supergirl went through the open door into the guest bedroom and sat down in a chair to wait. A few minutes later Wonder Woman, wearing her raincoat, apron, and vocalizer, came into the room with Bruce Wayne right behind her. He paused in the doorway.

"Can I get anything for you?" he asked.

"A gallon of jizz and a turkey baster," Wonder Woman said.

"I'll see what I can do," he said, "though I think it would not be a good idea for Batman to go around robbing sperm banks."

"Right," Wonder Woman said. "It was just a silly thought."

"Maybe not too silly," he said. "I'll look into it. You ladies try to have a good day." He closed the door and they heard him lock it.

Supergirl got up and greeted Wonder Woman with an embrace. "Do I dare ask whether you had a good time last night?" she asked.

Wonder Woman sighed in exasperation. "I am supposed to be one of the most powerful women in the world, but now I am merely Batman's soft blow-up sex prisoner!"

"He wasn't mean to you, certainly," Supergirl said.

"Oh, no, certainly not," Wonder Woman said. "He was nice enough. No, he asked permission before making every move. It was like we were playing a Bizarro version of Mother May I? He has a lot to learn about women," Wonder Woman grumbled.

"Well, he has a good teacher," Supergirl said as she stroked Wonder Woman's left breast.

"Hera help me!" Wonder Woman exclaimed. "Do you know what teachers do?"

"Remind me," Supergirl said, suddenly feeling a little confused.

"They make the student do it over and over again until he gets it right."

Supergirl giggled. "Well, hopefully not too many times," she said as she put her hands on Wonder Woman's belly and began caressing it.

Suddenly they heard a key move in the lock and the door opened. They were not surprised to see Zatanna walk into the room.

"Well," she said, "you will be pleased to know that I was able to rescue the other plastic women. Fortunately none of them was pregnant."

"So we're the lucky ones," Wonder Woman said sourly.

"That would be my guess," Zatanna said.

"Yes, well," Wonder Woman said, "this has surely been fun, but there's another kind of fun I would like to have... if you can arrange it, of course."

"Of course," Zatanna said. "What can I get you?"

"A gallon of jizz and a turkey baster," Wonder Woman said.

"Yeah, that's easy enough to do," Zatanna said. And then she reacted as if a sudden thought had come to mind. "Oh, you want to try to use artificial insemination to bring your pregnancy to term."

"It's like you're reading my mind," Wonder Woman said with a slightly wary tone in her voice. "If I have to spend another night under Mr. 'May I Please Touch Your Tits', I am going to go completely insane."

"He didn't really use such crude language, did he?" Supergirl said.

"Oh, no," Wonder Woman said. "No, it was much worse. He used a combination of medically correct terminology and Emily Post etiquette straight from the Bizarro World."

"Ah, yes, the one thing that Amazons are really bad at," Zatanna commented.

"What's that?" Wonder Woman growled.

"Why, training men, of course," Zatanna said. "Really, Diana, they're such puppy dogs. If you reward him when he does what's right, you will soon have him licking your hand... and any other interesting places you desire."

"Huh," Wonder Woman snorted. "That won't be necessary once you fulfill my request."

"Ah, yes, your gallon of scuzzy-poo," Zatanna said. "I'll provide it to you, but first I have to give you a caveat."

"Right, of course," Wonder Woman said with a sigh of disappointment.

"Yes, Lorelei was actually a fairly competent witch. To make absolutely certain that her victims could never arrange an escape, she set up her spell so that only semen injected directly by a man will advance your pregnancy. Anything else is useless."

"Huh! Sometimes magic doesn't seem so magic," Wonder Woman grumbled and then canceled her request.

"Magic is like any other technology, my dear," Zatanna said. "It has its limitations."

Wonder Woman sighed. "So we're stuck here for the duration," she said. "Well, I suppose I can just take the opportunity to teach Mr. Manners the right way to fuck a woman. But to be fair, I should try to find out how to satisfy him in bed."

Zatanna blew out a dismissive pfhh. "Men are easy, my dear," she said. "When his pink pickle squirts, he's happy. That's all there is to it."

The three women talked for another hour, then Zatanna left, locking the door behind her. With nothing else to do, Supergirl and Wonder Woman decided to play with each other.

They found that rubbing their bulging bellies together heated them up magnificently. They would stand together completely naked, each woman's left hand on the other's buttocks and her right hand in her crotch. They found that they could easily spend an hour that way, masturbating themselves to climax after hot, shuddering climax. In addition, being seven inches shorter than the Amazon Princess put Supergirl into a special position: she could kiss Wonder Woman's breasts to enhance their mutual arousal.

On other occasions they would take turns sitting naked in Lorelei's masturbating chair while the other, in her raincoat and apron, masturbated her.

There was really nothing else to do. There was a television in the room, but daytime television programming bored them. They talked, certainly. But mostly they enjoyed playing with each other. They spent all day having sex and then napping together on the bed, each enjoying the other's warmth and softness as she dozed. And then the day had passed and Bruce and Dick came to take them to their bedrooms.

Again Dick escorted Supergirl down the halls to his bedroom. Again she felt more like a condemned prisoner than an honored guest and gained an arousal from the feeling. And again she had to wait for Dick to take his shower before going to bed.

When Dick came out of the bathroom Supergirl saw that he was wearing only a tee-shirt, underpants, and his transparent-gray plastic raincloak. He went to sit in his armchair and beckoned for her to come to him. When she came to him he picked her up, sat her on his lap, and put his arms around her. She felt all quivery inside as he gazed deep into her wide blue eyes.

"I thought about what you asked this morning," he said.

"Yes?" she prompted.

"I love you, Kara," he said. And then more quietly, "I love you. So when you're in my bed, I can only think of you as my wife. I... I hope that's good enough."

"It's wonderful, Dick," she said. "You're a great husband. I'm so glad I'm married to you." She kissed him and said, "I love you, too."

"Of course," he said, "this is all going to end in a couple of weeks."

"Unless," she said, bowing her head, "you decide to keep me as your plastic prisoner."

"What?! No!" he protested. "Kara, no, I could never do that! I mean, it's going to feel bad to change you back to normal and bring our... pseudo-marriage to an end, but it's a good thing to do and the good always outweighs the bad, in my opinion."

"And that's why I will always love you, Dick Grayson," she said as she kissed him again.

They went to bed then and in the warm darkness she began to teach him the best ways to touch a woman.

-o-0-o-

A week went by, a week of almost nonstop sexual activity for the two superwomen. Nights were spent in bed with their hosts and days were spent playing with each other. Then everything changed.

Supergirl felt something stir inside her. The heat that had been simmering in her belly for more than a month seemed to shift downward and she started getting hot.

"I think it's time," she said to Wonder Woman and put her hand on her bulging belly. She took off her apron and her raincoat, tossing them onto the bed and sat herself down in Lorelei's masturbating chair.

Kneeling between Supergirl's legs, Wonder Woman saw a flap of transparent-blue plastic emerging from Supergirl's vagina and saw that it was the hood of her new raincoat. There were no fluids involved, nothing to evoke disgust, so Wonder Woman leaned forward in a deep bow, kissed Supergirl's clitoris, and got back a quavery howl of ecstasy from Supergirl. She didn't want to pull on the raincoat coming out of Supergirl, she just let it come out naturally (Yeah, if you can call this kind of thing natural - TdC) and devoted herself to masturbating her friend.

It took a little over an hour, but at last the yoke of Supergirl's new apron fell from her vagina and it was over. Supergirl went limp and her arms slid off the armrests and dangled by the sides of the chair.

"Kara!" Wonder Woman said in a tone of concern.

"I'm OK," Supergirl said, "though I'm still in a bit of a tizzy." She lifted her arms back up onto the armrests and looked at Wonder Woman kneeling before her, her vocalizer, puffed out by her shower cap, framing her face in a warm plastic halo. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

"I think you may have," Wonder Woman said.

"Good" Supergirl said. "You are just so pretty in plastic."

Wonder Woman stood up, picked up Supergirl's new apron and raincoat, and laid them out on the bed.

"It... it's more than that," Supergirl said. "I mean, your raincoat is really hot. I would love to be pregnant with it. Could I borrow it, please? I want to wear it when Dick gets on top of me tonight. Yeah, imagine that! He'll get so hard over me, he won't be able to wait."

Wonder Woman simply sat down and let Supergirl babble on, listening in fascination as her friend shifted between raving in English and in Kryptonese. Half an hour later she heard Supergirl heave a deep sigh.

"Wow!" Supergirl said. "I think we may have just discovered another part of Lorelei's spell."

"How so?" Wonder Woman asked.

"I was so hot just now," Supergirl said. "I couldn't think straight. All I wanted to do was to get pregnant again. I'm thinking that even if I had managed to give birth secretly, I would have surrendered myself to Lorelei and begged her to let Mike make me pregnant. She was right about one thing. If it hadn't been for Zatanna, we would be her plastic prisoners forever."

"Oh, what a lovely thought," Wonder Woman commented sourly.

"Yeah," Supergirl said. "I think I may have gained a deeper understanding of why lust is one of the Seven Deadlies."

"One of the few things that men have gotten right," Wonder Woman said.

"I couldn't stop thinking about sex and craving it," Supergirl said. "It just took me over. I suspect that eventually it would have killed my soul and taken my body completely."

"That's why it's called a deadly sin," Wonder Woman said. "At any rate, one of us is now free of this situation." She pointed to the long box sitting on the dressing table.

"And you're going to be stuck here another month," Supergirl said. "I can't leave you here alone. Besides," she said as she picked up Lorelei's party apron, "I kinda wanted to have this myself and now I can." She put it on and modeled it for Wonder Woman. "Think Dick will like it?"

"Oh, for Athena's sake!" Wonder Woman said. "Just take it!"

"No, no, no," Supergirl said. "This won't take a month. We can both have a Lorelei apron and we can go free together." She hugged Wonder Woman and kissed her. "Meanwhile, we can enjoy each other's company."

Wonder Woman took the apron off Supergirl and pushed Supergirl down onto the bed. Then, standing over Supergirl, she took off her apron and then her raincoat, crawled onto the bed, and got on top of Supergirl. "I swear," she said tenderly, "if we end up permanently as Bruce and Dick's plastic sex prisoners, this is how we will enjoy each other's company." Then she embraced Supergirl, kissed her, and began to move on her.

"Mmm," Supergirl commented. "I could endure that, I think."

"I'm sure that Bruce would give me a compressor so that I can inflate that skirt," Wonder Woman said. "So you will also be my punching bag. Do you really want to be my sparring toy?"

"Oh, Diana, you are getting me so hot!" Supergirl writhed and squirmed under her friend. "I would love to rock and roll for you."

With a soft growl Wonder Woman hugged Supergirl harder and rubbed her crotch more vigorously against Superglrl's right thigh, at the same time ramming her own right thigh against Supergirl's crotch. Soon both women were climaxing over each other.

That night she carefully folded up Lorelei's party apron and slipped it inside her raincoat, not really expecting to hide it. When Dick came to get her he showed no sign that he noticed it. He simply escorted her to his bedroom and went into his bathroom to get ready for bed.

Supergirl took off her apron and raincoat and then put on Lorelei's apron. She strutted around the room, swishing the apron's plastic against her legs. She felt pretty and desirable. To celebrate that feeling she spread her legs, pushed the apron into her crotch, and rubbed her clitoris with it to heat herself up.

When Dick came out of his bathroom he saw Supergirl wearing nothing but her vocalizer and Lorelei's very special party apron. What he saw was a wide ankle-length apron made of transparent-blue plastic that had silver stars printed on it across the bottom while the words "Submit To Me!" were printed in red and yellow across the top. Dick knelt before Supergirl and kissed her hand.

"Oh, no, Dick," she said with a delighted giggle. "That wasn't meant for you."

"It doesn't matter," Dick said. "I love you so much that I submit to you gladly."

"Arise, then, Sir Dick," she said, "and serve your queen."

"As you command, Your Loveliness," he said as he stood up. He took her hand and led her to the bed. He turned back the covers for her and watched as she laid herself down.

"Aren't you going to take off your apron?" he asked.

"No," she said as she pulled the apron up over her chest, folding the plastic so that it didn't extend below her crotch. "I want you to get me pregnant."

There was nothing he could say to that. He was trembling so intensely that his voice shook and he was barely able to mount her and penetrate her. It took an effort of will for him to avoid simply creaming into her right away. Once he got his reaction under control, he was able to make love to her properly, making the night special for her, as she had hoped.

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After Supergirl gave birth to her new party apron she had to go to bed with Dick without her vocalizer so she wouldn't get pregnant again.

"But we could change you back to normal now," Dick said.

"I figure it wouldn't be fair to you," Supergirl said. "And I enjoy being in bed with you, so I want to take the extra time until Diana is ready. Please. It really is fun for me."

"Yeah, it's fun for me, too," he said. "But as soon as Diana gives birth you both have to change yourselves back to normal. The world needs you."

"I know," she said. She took off her raincoat, apron, and vocalizer and tossed them onto the armchair. Then she took Dick's hand and led him to the bed.

Without her vocalizer, Supergirl was mute and Dick was on his own. True, he had been a clueless dolt when he first took her to bed, but he was a quick study and she taught him well the fine and delicate art of pleasing a woman in bed. From the simple-minded Jump 'n' Pump, as crass as a commercial jingle, he had evolved to conceive lovemaking as being like a symphony, a thing of beauty that built to a climax and then segued into a coda, a kind of afterglow, that allowed the mutual love between the two partners to simmer as their bodies' wound down from their exertions.

On awakening, in the gentle light of morning, he saw her for the first time without her vocalizer. Seeing her with her face framed by the warm plastic halo of her shower cap, her blond hair seeming to puff out the transparent-white plastic and its tiara-like array of white and silver starbursts, made his penis get harder than it had ever been before. The soft morning light scattered off the faint haziness of transparent-white plastic and made her shower cap seem to glow.

"You pretty plastic angel," he whispered.

He just wanted to lie on her and make love to her all day. And, indeed, he did prolong the experience and lingered on her longer than he had done before. Later, reflecting on the experience, he was glad that Lorelei's magic kit was in the guest bedroom so that the women could free themselves when they were ready. If it had been left up to him, he believed, he might have some difficulty. Part of him wanted to keep Supergirl inflated in his bed forever and he struggled mightily to keep that part of him under control.

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Then came the day that Wonder Woman gave birth to her new apron and raincoat. Again she and Supergirl were locked in the guest bedroom. Both women were naked and Wonder Woman was leading Supergirl through some of the more esoteric Amazon fighting techniques. Like kung fu, they were intended more as exercises in self-control than as combat techniques. They had just separated from one of their clinches when Wonder Woman noted that the gentle glow that had been heating her belly for a month had begun to descend and that she was starting to get hot. She sat herself down in Lorelei's masturbating chair and waited.

Supergirl knelt between Wonder Woman's legs and served her as her midwife. As a new raincoat and apron emerged from Wonder Woman's vagina, Supergirl touched her in ways that enhanced her arousal. At one point she laid her belly on Wonder Woman's vulva and kissed her breasts. As Wonder Woman squirmed under her she felt Wonder Woman's vulva pulsate and could actually feel the plastic of the new raincoat emerging from her vagina. She embraced the big Amazon and, as if she were a man, performed mock intercourse on her, rubbing her belly against Wonder Woman's vulva while continuing to kiss her breasts. An hour after she began Wonder Woman pushed out the last part of her new apron and went limp. Then sexual heat ignited within her and raged unchecked.

For half an hour Supergirl stood by and watched as Wonder Woman ranted and raved in English and Greek. Finally the jabbering wound down and Wonder Woman let out a deep sigh. At that moment Supergirl touched the butt of Lorelei's wand to the valve in her neck and felt a jolt as she turned back into her flesh-and-blood form. She shuddered, as if in a climax, as superpower flooded back into her. She then handed the wand to Wonder Woman, who used it to reverse her own plastification.

"Great Hera," she said as she handed the wand back to Supergirl, "I was actually thinking about letting Bruce get me pregnant again! No, I wanted to demand that he use his raincoat to knock me up. If I did that, I would be his plastic prisoner forever."

"Yeah," Supergirl said. "Fortunately we have responsibilities to sober us up." She put the wand back into its box, took off her shower cap, and then put her Supergirl costume back on.

Wonder Woman struggled to get into her costume. She had to exhale sharply to make it fit well enough that she could get into it. "If I thought that Lorelei had kept any memory of what she did to me, I would take that wand and turn her into my punching bag."

"You wouldn't!" Supergirl said in a shocked tone.

"Yes, I would," Wonder Woman said. "At least for long enough for me to work off the fat that she put on me."

"Interesting idea," Supergirl commented. "Perhaps you should talk to Zatanna about it."

"OK," Wonder Woman said, "which one of us is going to break down the door so we can leave?"

"Neither," Supergirl said as she scanned the room. "Ah, there it is," she said as she levitated up to the air conditioning duct, lifted the screen, and withdrew a key from inside the duct. Holding up the key as she came back down to the floor, she said, "Dick figured that once we changed ourselves back to normal I could use my x-ray vision to find the spare key. No demolition necessary."

When they left the guest bedroom they went to the library and wrote thank you notes. Then they left their new raincoats and aprons folded up on Bruce and Dick's pillows with the thank you notes they had written. The raincoats and aprons were meant as souvenirs of a wonderful time.

Carrying their raincoats, aprons, shower caps, and vocalizers in the little duffle bags that Zatanna had provided, they went down into the Batcave, followed the access tunnel to the cave's secret entrance, and stood in a small grove of trees nearby. Supergirl carried Lorelei's magic kit while Wonder Woman carried Lorelei's masturbating chair.

"It's a pity that we can never do this again," Wonder Woman said.

"We can do it again," Supergirl said.

"Don't be silly," Wonder Woman chided. "How could we possibly...?" She left the sentence unfinished as Supergirl held up the box containing Lorelei's magic rod.

"Can you imagine," Supergirl asked, "what a thrill it will be to have the mighty Supergirl as your helpless blow-up slave-girl?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess so," Wonder Woman said. "In fact, you do look rather sexy in plastic." She thought a moment and then asked, "Will you wear your Supergirl apron for me?"

"If I'm going to be your plastic prisoner, I'm gonna have to wear it, now won't I?" She levitated about half a foot, kissed Wonder Woman, and then soared into the sky.

"Holy Aphrodite!" Wonder Woman exclaimed. Then, with Lorelei's masturbating chair caught up in her golden lasso, she stepped lightly onto a passing air current and rose to meet her invisible airplane.

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This story was inspired, in part, by the Supergirl story "The Thief Who Loved Supergirl" in Adventure Comics #419, May 1972. In the story Mike Merrick is a professional thief with a terminal illness and a strong affection for Supergirl. His girlfriend, Lorelei, is a witch who prevents Supergirl from interfering with his robberies. When Mike finds out that Lorelei is planning some big action against the Girl of Steel he feigns taking her out to dinner and then rams his sports car into a cliff at high speed, killing them both.

You can find a depiction of Supergirl in kryptonite chains at the beginning of the story "The 40^th Century Outlaw" in Action Comics #362 (Apr 1968). The story begins with Linda Danvers going to Stanhope in the Fortieth Century as an exchange student. There she finds that Supergirl is remembered as a criminal. When she changes into her Supergirl identity to carry out a rescue she is captured and, bound in kryptonite chains, put on trial. She eventually discovers that her misfortune was a prank perpetrated by the sixtieth descendant of Mxyzptlk and she thwarts the imp's scheme.

The reference to time machine stories in Boys Life refers to a series of stories that appeared in the magazine between 1959 and 1989. They were written by the father-son team of Donald and Keith Monroe under the nom de plume of Donald Keith.

If you want to gain some idea of what Lorelei looks like in her green raincoat, go to www.funplastic.de, go the rainwear section, to Ladies Raincoats, to the section PA2C, and near the bottom, described as Green, semi-transparent, you will see something similar to what Supergirl saw when she was being humiliated by Lorelei.

Under the section PA3C you will find a raincoat, listed as light Blue, semi-transparent, that looks almost exactly like Supergirl's raincoat. It's plastic certainly has the right softness, smoothness, and thickness. The main differences are that Supergirl's (technically, Linda Danvers's) raincoat doesn't have pockets and fastens with magnetic rubber patches instead of poppers. The raincoat listed as Red, semi-transparent conforms to what I imagine Wonder Woman wearing in the rain (or as someone's plastic prisoner).

Go to www.plastikhosen.de and look under Aprons. Apron-Jane and Apron-Ethel both illustrate (as of 2010 Jun 20) the kind of plastic that I envision being used in Supergirl, Wonder Woman, and Lorelei's aprons.

Consider the Apron-Jane style and imagine a version without the pocket and the frill around the ties. Imagine it with the skirt extended to ankle-length and with a two-inch ruffle. Imagine the plastic is tinted transparent blue and that a red-and-yellow super-ess emblem just wide enough to span a man's palm is printed at the top of the bib. The ties are opaque-yellow plastic. You now have in mind a picture of Pert and Pretty's™ Supergirl apron. You can, of course, obtain one at your local Vinylhaven store, but as far as I know Vinylhaven doesn't have any outlets in this universe.

Bring another Apron-Jane into your imagination and remove the pocket and the frill. Imagine it with the skirt extended to ankle-length and given a two-inch ruffle. Imagine the skirt's plastic is tinted transparent blue with silver stars printed on it and imagine the bib's plastic is tinted transparent red with a gold eagle printed on it. The ties are opaque-gold plastic. You now have in mind a picture of Pert and Pretty's™ Wonder Woman apron.

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Bring another Apron-Jane into your imagination and again remove the pocket and the frill. Imagine it with the skirt extended to ankle-length with the hem scalloped to suggest a bat's wing. Imagine the plastic is tinted transparent charcoal-gray and that a yellow bat emblem is printed on the bib. The ties are opaque-black plastic. You now have in mind a picture of Pert and Pretty's™ Batgirl apron.

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