"Supergirl is Starfire's Punching Bag!"

by

Tom diCentauri

1965 Jul 17 (Saturday) to Jul 20 (Tuesday)

There is a realm in which distance may or may not exist. It is a grayed out realm, one filled with ghosts that appear in the palest pastel colors. It throbs with what might be sound or might be something else altogether. An amoeba-like cloud glitters and shimmers in vivid blue-violet and gold. Tendrils and pseudopodia reach out from it and flitter over the landscape. A similar entity sparkles at what may or may not be a great distance. As if moved by an innate intelligence, the glowing nimbus moves about in its strange realm like a seal swimming under Antarctic ice, navigating its way through the narrow space between the shallow gravel-covered seabed and the glacial ceiling floating overhead.

Suddenly a green sun rises in what might be a sky. The nimbus jerks and shudders. It withdraws all of its extensions and shrivels into a sphere. Its bright color fades. Then the green sun sets as a green moon appears. The nimbus tries to reach out but can't. All it can do is shiver, as if it is cold, and wait.

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For a young woman who needs only one or two hours of sleep per night the late hours are a time of quiet contemplation. And in the middle of Stanhope College's summer break, while her alter ego was visiting her foster parents in Midvale, this oddly gifted young woman would make late night flights, well under anyone's radar, back to Stanhope to reassert her presence there and thereby weaken any connection people might conceive between her and Linda Lee Danvers. So it was that, as Friday night turned into Saturday morning, Supergirl floated lazily above the Town of Stanhope contemplating her role in this world.

Having been destined to serve a goddess, she had instead become one. Only the fact that she had not chosen that fate saved her from a self-accusation of sacrilegious presumption. Ordinary humans could defy the laws of biology and build grand, elegant civilizations, if they put their minds to it. But she could defy the laws of physics, so what achievement should she be putting her mind to attaining? Even her older cousin, who had grown up with superpowers, hadn't come up with a satisfactory answer to that question.

She was distracted from her meditations by cries coming from somewhere below her. She quickly located the source of the cries in the city park and saw two young women trying to wrestle an older woman's purse away from her. Mere seconds later irresistibly strong hands pulled the attackers away from their victim. The women turned around, but instead of expressions of shock and dismay, Supergirl saw them smiling at her. Then the blast of stinging pain hit her.

As she fell to the sidewalk she saw that the muggers' victim had opened her purse to reveal the green luminescence of a fist-sized chunk of kryptonite. She tried to get away, but the muggers grabbed her and held her as the older woman took a collar from her purse and approached her. The inside of the collar also emitted green light and it stung when the woman slid the collar around Supergirl's neck and clicked it shut. Next the muggers used a thick, soft cord to tie Supergirl's hands behind her back while their erstwhile victim took a long strip of cloth and gagged her.

Working quickly, the three women picked Supergirl up and carried her to a van parked nearby. They put her into a black rubber bag that covered her completely, then lifted her and loaded her into the van. Then, as the van moved through Stanhope, one of the women attached a pump to the bag and inflated it. Supergirl felt the soft, skin-smooth rubber press against her, holding her completely helpless. Then she felt the women taking turns getting on top of the bag and bouncing on it.

Eventually the van stopped. The two women lifted the rubber bag with Supergirl in it and carried it out of the van. Supergirl felt the women carry her up a half flight of stairs, heard a door open and close, heard another door open, and felt the sensations of being carried down a full flight of stairs, likely into a basement. Then the women dropped the bag and Supergirl bounced several times on the floor.

"Now, go get the others! Come back here in an hour!" Supergirl heard the older woman command.

Supergirl heard mutters of assent and then heard the sounds of feet climbing stairs, of a door opening and closing, and then, more faintly, of another door opening and closing. She then became aware of the rubber bag moving slightly.

"Perfect!" she heard the woman say. "You are now my helpless prisoner. I think you're going to be a nice toy for me to play with."

Supergirl felt the bag bounce as if the woman were trying to dribble it like a basketball. Then Supergirl felt the woman get on top of the bag and begin bouncing on it. She heard thumping as if the woman were striking the rubber with her fists. For a long time Supergirl felt herself being churned within the bag as her captress bounced on it and struck it, then the woman dismounted her toy and all went silent.

Not long thereafter Supergirl heard the door open and the sounds of women descending the stairs, talking quietly among themselves. Then she heard the door close again.

"Does anybody want to guess what I have in this bag?" Supergirl heard her captress say. She felt the bag jump as if it had been kicked. A moment later she heard her captress say, "No takers? Well, then, let's see who's in the bag! Deflate the bag!"

Supergirl felt the bag move slightly and then heard a soft whooshing sound as the pressure on the rubber around her diminished. She settled to the floor as the bag collapsed around her. Then one of the women who had captured her pulled her out of the bag as her companion held the foot end of the bag. Then she saw her captress standing over her.

The woman now had glossy black hair and appeared to be not much older than Supergirl herself. Then Supergirl noticed the old woman's clothing and a gray wig lying on a folding chair set against the wall. Then she noticed a dozen other women standing watching.

"No, no, no," one woman protested. "Starfire, this just isn't possible!"

"What?" Starfire said in astonishment. "Do you think that I hired some actress to play this part?"

"But...but how?" another woman asked.

Starfire pointed to the collar on Supergirl's neck. "This collar contains kryptonite. As long as she's wearing it she has no powers and as long as she has no powers she can't take the collar off. Such a simple syllogism. Now do you understand why I am in charge of this project?"

The women muttered assent. Supergirl looked around and saw that she was, indeed, in a basement, one whose major furnishing was a cage set against the rear wall. She had little time to continue her examination. Starfire removed her gag, then half lifted her and dragged her to a pole in the middle of the room. She sat Supergirl against the pole and then stood over her to gloat.

Starfire, wearing a dark-blue body suit with orange gloves and belt, stood over her captive. "Now, untie her," she said to one of her henchwomen. "I think I'll have some fun with her! And also convince any doubters that her powers are gone!"

Once Supergirl had been untied, Starfire grabbed her left wrist, heaved her up off the floor, and threw her.

Supergirl, stunned by the suddenness of Starfire's attack, was helpless. Pulled forward off balance, Supergirl sprawled forward and Starfire drove her left knee into Supergirl's belly, knocking the wind out of her with a grunt. "See," Starfire gloated, "she is just an ordinary human!"

"I'm going to enjoy this!" one of her henchwomen commented.

Even without her superpowers, Supergirl was considerably stronger than the average Terran and substantially faster. But Starfire's martial arts training erased those advantages. Again and again she struck her victim, never relenting, never giving her an opportunity to retaliate. And as the attack progressed Supergirl grew weaker. Trying to gain an opening, she retreated from Starfire's attack, but soon found she had no more room to back up.

Starfire had Supergirl pressed up against a wall. "Look! The mighty Girl of Steel," she said as she drove her fist deep into Supergirl's belly, doubling Supergirl over, "is just a soft rubber punching bag!" She lifted Supergirl up and punched her belly again. "So soft and helpless!" she gloated.

The punches weren't giving Supergirl any serious pain - her Kryptonese physiology wasn't built to allow that - but the beating was sapping what little strength she had left. She had to do something to help herself and she had to do it soon. Trying to gain the initiative, she feinted to her right and then aimed her left fist at Starfire's right cheek, but...

Supergirl was helpless in the hands of the judo-trained Starfire...and again she felt herself flying through the air...but this time not as a super-being - but one who is getting a taste of what she herself used to do to the villains that opposed her. "That certainly isn't the same Supergirl we came up against," one woman commented as Starfire gripped Supergirl's right arm and threw her. "Now to end this game...," Starfire said.

Supergirl struck her head against the pole and Starfire raised her arms in triumph and said, "That takes care of her!"

Gripping Supergirl's right wrist with her left hand, Starfire used her right hand to press against Supergirl's right elbow and bend her over backward. "So much for the ex-Supergirl!" she commented. "Now to get on with our plan."

She pushed Supergirl down onto the floor and quickly tied her hands behind her back. She tied Supergirl's feet to an iron ring set into the floor and then, as two women held it down for her, she looped a rope around Supergirl's chest under her armpits and tied it behind her back. When the henchwomen released the rope the weight on its other end pulled Supergirl upright.

"OK, girls," Starfire said. "It's your turn."

One of the women approached Supergirl and punched her in the belly. Supergirl tipped over backward, but before she fell too far, the weighted rope pulled her back upright. Again and again the women punched her as she bounced and wobbled for them like an inflated plastic punching bag. Though it lasted less than half an hour, the beating seemed to go on for days. Supergirl was thoroughly exhausted when the women finished with her. She had an ache in her belly and another on her head where she had hit something with it.

Starfire untied her feet then and lifted the weight that held her up. Supergirl sank to her knees as Starfire hung the weight on a hook jutting from the wall. When Starfire untied the rope around her chest, Supergirl nearly fell over, but one of the women caught her and held her in a kneeling position.

Having secured her apparatus, Starfire dragged Supergirl to her feet and led her to the cage at the rear of the basement. She untied Supergirl's hands, shoved her into the cage, and locked the door.

"Now, Stuporgirl," Starfire said, "you will stay here for a time. And lest you entertain any thoughts of escape, I will tell you that the bars of this cage are wired to a system that will detect any deformation of them, such as someone bending them. That system will then open that large lead box over by the stairs." She pointed to a large, dull-gray box. "I'll let you guess what's in it. That shouldn't be too hard, even for a dumb bimbo like you." She turned and walked toward the stairs. "Come along, ladies! It's late and we have much to do tomorrow."

As the women left the room, Supergirl noticed Starfire talking to one of the other women. Though her superhearing was gone, she still had more acute hearing than any Terran, so she could overhear what the women were whispering to each other. "We must capture the other one first," Starfire was saying. "Then we will have a party. We'll hang them up as punching bags and let everyone play with them. Then, when the party's over, we'll finish them off."

"Can't we at least keep the girl?" one woman asked. "She makes such a nice toy!"

"Too dangerous," Starfire said. "Unless you can figure out a way to keep her powerless permanently, I would say that we must get rid of her fairly soon. We'll keep her long enough that everybody gets a chance to play with her, but then she's got to go."

Now she knew that she had to escape or, failing in that, get a message out to her cousin warning him of the plot against him. She tried to think but couldn't; the beating had tired her mentally as well as physically. So she rested. She slept more than she usually did, even though what was left of the night was short. It was the effect of the kryptonite, that was certain. The radiation also likely had something to do with the dream she slipped into as she dozed off.

<<She was in a bedroom on the top floor of a mansion somewhere outside Metropolis. She was completely naked and a search of the room revealed that the only things she had to wear were a Supergirl shower cap and her own transparent-blue plastic raincoat. She put them both on in a futile attempt at modesty and then went to the door to leave the room.

<<But before she could open the door she felt the sting of kryptonitic radiation and knew that she was trapped in that one room. She couldn't remember how she came to be in that situation, almost as if she had not existed prior to coming into the dream (and she did know that she was dreaming).

<<She was distracted from her thoughts by the sound of the door opening. She looked up and saw an inflated plastic punching bag bearing the life-sized image of a handsome young man come floating ghost-like into the room. She noticed the large erect rubber penis jutting up from the front of the bag and felt her nipples and clitoris begin to swell and stiffen.

<<"Well, at least I get a nice toy to play with," she commented as the door closed. She went to the bag, which had settled to the floor.

<<"I'm not your toy," she heard a young man's voice say. "You're mine." The bag seemed to vibrate and wobble a bit. "Come," the voice said, "give me a hug!"

<<Not even able to think of refusing, Supergirl took the bag in an embrace. She pressed her left cheek against the bag and felt the rubber penis press against the top of her crotch, making her clitoris grow bigger and harder.

<<"Can you feel what I want to do to you?" the bag asked.

<<"Yes, Master," she panted. She was thoroughly hot now. She slid her right hand down the back of the bag and pressed its warm plastic to make the penis press rhythmically against her. "Oh, I want you to do it!"

<<"I love your raincoat," the bag said. "I want you to wear it while I play with you."

<<She released the bag from her embrace and pulled up her raincoat's hood. Then she ran her hands suggestively over its plastic where it lay across her breasts and her thighs. "I love it, too," she said. "It just feels so good rubbing against my naked body."

<<The bag floated forward and pressed against her. "Lay down on the bed and open your raincoat for me!" it said.

<<She obeyed, lying down on the bed in a way that would not cause her raincoat to tear. Then she pulled the magnetic patches apart, from her crotch to her calves, laying the raincoat open below her hips. She was trembling with excitement as she watched the bag float up off the floor and come down on the bed with its rocking base at her feet. It rocked to and fro and watching it just got her hotter. When it tilted forward enough for her to reach it, she grabbed it and pulled it against her. She felt the bag thrust its penis into her vagina and begin pumping it in and out of her.

<<She luxuriated in the feel of the bag's plastic, soft, smooth, and warm on her chest, belly, and the insides of her legs. She hugged the bag tightly, running her hands over it and feeling the pneumatic bounciness of the bag's slightly rubbery plastic skin. She got progressively hotter and the bag moved faster and more forcefully. Then the bag climaxed.

<<She felt the bag throb and jerk, as if it were one giant penis climaxing in her embrace, and then she felt something hot blossom deep inside her as she climaxed. She writhed and squirmed under the bag and felt her raincoat rubbing against her, making her climax all the harder. She didn't want it to end, but it did and she went limp, releasing her grip on the bag. The bag bounced upright and loomed over her as if to gloat over what it had done to her.

<<"You said that you love your raincoat," the bag said. "Well, now you're going to have another one. I just got you pregnant!"

<<Time had passed. Her master had come to her often and had his way with her. Now she stood gazing out the bedroom's window, rubbing the plastic of her raincoat over her swollen belly as she waited eagerly for her master to return.>>

She didn't even notice when she passed into complete unconsciousness. She went from the daylight of the dream into the night of deep sleep without even a twilight.

She woke up Saturday morning just after sunrise, judging by the light coming in through the frosted window set high in the street-side wall. She discovered that there wasn't much to do in the basement; except for the cage and the now-deflated rubber bag, the place was pretty much bare. There was a small pile of magazines and books close enough for her to reach. She selected a book of perverse fairy tales and began to read:

{{Once upon a time not long ago, in a warped parody of Reality, a young widow was impoverished by conflicts with her neighbors. Barely able to feed herself and her two teenaged children, Hansel and Gretel, (and her neighbors weren't doing so well, either) she married a charismatic soldier of fortune who promised her wealth and prominence.

{{Of course, the wealth and the prominence would come at the neighbors' expense and Hansel and Gretel were quickly drawn into the soldier's schemes. They would leave home, rob people, and then make their way home again through unfamiliar territory by following the chalk marks that Hansel left on walls and walks. One rainy day, wearing their plastic raincoats, they went out but got lost (stupid Hansel forgot that rain washes out chalk marks). Finally, they ended up stalking a fat banker, intending to rob him in his home and then find their way back to their own home.

{{But (surprise!) the fat banker was also a powerful witch (How do you think he got to be successful enough to get fat in an impoverished world?). He captured Hansel and Gretel, locked naked Hansel in a cage in the kitchen of his mansion, and took Gretel to his bedroom. An hour later, when the fat banker brought her back out of the bedroom, Gretel was wearing only her own transparent-white plastic Storm-Trooperette raincoat and a long plastic full apron. It was clear that, after being made to strip naked and arouse herself sexually, she had been made to put on a beret-style shower cap made of transparent-white plastic and then had been turned into an inflated bimballoon, a living plastic doll. The rubber maryjanes that she wore gave her just enough strength to serve the fat banker as a maid.

{{For several weeks Hansel, poor dumb Hansel, grew fat and sleek. Then one day the fat banker took him to the bedroom. The banker made clean, plump Hansel stand naked on a strange pattern painted on the floor; made smooth, rubbery Hansel come sexually aroused; made warm, docile Hansel put on a transparent-black plastic shower cap; and then turned hapless, submissive Hansel into an inflated plastic doll. The fat banker then put Hansel's own transparent-black plastic raincoat on him and when he was done he gave soft, helpless Hansel a swift punch in the belly.

{{Hansel bounced for his master. The forces emanating from the pattern on the floor, which prevented Hansel from moving on his own, pushed and pulled him back upright when he was knocked over, making him rock to and fro briskly as the fat banker used him for a punching bag. Adding to Hansel's humiliation, his raincoat masturbated him as he bounced and soon he was bucking and squirming as his captor bopped him.

{{When the banker tired of playing with Hansel, he went out and brought Gretel into the bedroom. Hansel noticed that she was also fat, her belly swollen as if she were pregnant. She took off her apron, her raincoat, and her rubber maryjanes and got into the banker's bed. The banker stripped himself naked, turned out the light, and got into bed with her. Moonlight filled the room with enough soft light for Hansel to see the bedcovers lift up as the banker mounted his prize and then rise and fall as he had his way with her. Hansel heard the banker grunting and panting and he twisted and squirmed in an effort to free himself from the Hold-Me-Tight, though he only succeeded in masturbating himself again.

{{Weeks later, Gretel, who had indeed been pregnant, gave birth to a copy of her raincoat and of her apron. Hansel, hopeless punching bag Hansel, could only watch her writhe naked on the bed as she slowly pulled the soft, smooth plastic garments from her vagina. When she had finished, the fat banker put her into a soft, clear plastic dress bag in the closet to recuperate. Then, stripped to his shorts, as he was whenever he bopped his punching bag, he confronted Hansel.

{{"Now it's your turn to be pregnant," he said.

{{The banker embraced Hansel from behind and pushed the balloon boy off the holding spot and toward the bed. Hot-air Hansel squirmed and writhed, trying desperately to escape, but he only succeeded in making the banker's penis grow harder against his buttocks. The banker pushed Hansel into bed, dropped his shorts, and got into bed with his toy.

{{Hansel felt his fat captor lift the skirt of his raincoat and then mount him. He felt a hot, rubbery knockwurst slide between his buttocks and penetrate him and he felt a soft, warm weight come down on his back. He felt the fat banker's arms go around his chest and belly and felt the banker's breath on his right cheek. The banker began pumping and Hansel felt the knockwurst sliding in and out of him and felt himself being masturbated against his raincoat. He climaxed at the same time that he felt something hot squirting into him. When the banker stopped to rest Hansel knew that he was pregnant and that he would be sharing the banker's bed often, until he gave birth to a copy of his raincoat.

{{Moral: If you listen to soldiers of fortune, you will end up getting fucked.}}

Later that afternoon Supergirl saw Starfire come alone into the basement. She was wearing only a tee-shirt and shorts and was carrying a thick silken cord.

"Playtime," Starfire announced.

Suspecting what Starfire had in mind, Supergirl said, "Uh, couldn't we just play Scrabble™ instead?"

"Huh," Starfire grunted. "I must have knocked your brains loose. You don't seem to understand. You're not my playmate, dearie, you're my plaything, my toy. In particular, my punching bag. And now I'm going to play with you!"

She opened the cage door, dragged Supergirl out, and pushed her face down onto the carpet. Still weak from the previous beatings, Supergirl could not resist. Again Starfire took her to the ring embedded in the floor, tied her feet to it, and then tied the rope under her arms and around her chest. She released the weight and watched Supergirl seem to bounce upright. And then she punched her.

Again and again Starfire sank her fists into Supergirl's belly. Completely helpless, Supergirl felt like an inflated plastic punching bag, a bouncing, wobbling toy that moves only for its owner. She recalled to mind the memory of posing for the Everplast Company for the Supergirl punching bag that was sold in Vinylhaven stores.

After several minutes of vigorous sparring with her prisoner, Starfire stopped. She draped her arms over Supergirl's shoulders and leaned on her, panting from her exertion. Feeling Starfire's breasts pushing rhythmically against hers made Supergirl start to feel warm inside. The oncoming arousal seemed to mitigate the discomfort she felt from being punched.

Then Starfire took her down from the punching frame, put her back into the rubber bag and inflated it. Then she spent half an hour bouncing on it. Supergirl tried to figure out what the purpose of this particular exercise was. It seemed to go beyond the women acting out simple dominance of their prisoner. When Starfire finished whatever ritual she had been enacting, she took Supergirl out of the rubber bag and locked her back in the cage, pausing only to untie her hands.

Later that night Supergirl descended through the dark sea of slumber and emerged into the bright Atlantis of her dream-world.

<<Professor Shelley Nornskraft, one of Linda Danvers's teachers at Stanhope College and the college's youngest professor, had captured Linda after class one morning. She had merely touched Linda's neck with a strange wand and Linda had immediately fallen under a spell that compelled her to obey Shelley's every command. Following Shelley's instructions, she had hidden herself in Shelley's van when she was certain no one was looking and thus was driven to Shelley's mansion on a hill overlooking the Town of Stanhope.

<<It was early afternoon when Linda was taken into the house and saw that almost a dozen young women were waiting for her and her captress in the parlor. There the women quickly learned Linda's secret and expressed delight that they are going to have Supergirl to play with. Under Shelley's control, Linda took off her wig and all of her clothes and stood naked before Shelley's coven as Supergirl.

<<"Now we have a gift for you," one of the women said as she took from her purse a shower cap made of transparent-white plastic on which several two-inch images resembling inflated plastic punching bags were printed in pink. Each bag bore the image of the biological symbol of the female. "This is what you will wear to become our plastic prisoner," she said. "Put it on!"

<<Under Shelley's spell Supergirl obeyed. Then she obeyed the other women's commands to smile for them, to come sexually aroused, and to puff out her belly just before she reached climax. Just as she took a deep breath she felt something touch the side of her neck an inch below and behind her left ear and she felt something explode within her with a loud thump.

<<Freed from the obedience spell, Supergirl tried to run, but one of the women blocked her and gave her a light punch, sending her flying across the room as lightly as a beach ball. Soon the other women were using her for a volleyball and she understood that she had been turned into an inflated plastic doll.

<<Soon she was standing submissively before her captresses. She listened as they suggested to Shelley that her breasts should be larger. Shelley took the wand that she was holding and touched it to the valve stem in Supergirl's neck and went into a trance. Supergirl felt her breasts swelling as their nipples had done when she came aroused. Soon they had reached baseball size and Shelley came out of her trance and put her wand back into the scabbard hanging off her belt.

<<Now she looks like a girl," one of the women commented.

<<"So are we going to let the air out of her?" one woman asked.

<<"No, not now," Shelley said. "I want her to enjoy the anticipation of tonight's party. I have a way to keep her out of mischief." With that she took Supergirl by the arm, half dragged her upstairs to her bedroom and closed the door.

<<Supergirl sat on the bed and watched Shelley touch her wand to a mandala-like pattern on the carpet, making the pattern change color, and then lock the wand in its scabbard into a holder. Shelley then pushed Supergirl onto the pattern, where a rubbery-feeling forcefield grabbed her and held her upright on the spot.

<<"There, that'll keep you out of trouble," Shelley said. She then threw a couple of gentle punches into Supergirl's belly, making Supergirl rock to and fro. "It also makes you into a nice bouncy punching bag," she added.

<<She went to her dresser, opened a drawer, and pulled out a fat pouch made of transparent-green plastic. She opened the pouch's flap, pulled out the raincoat rolled up inside, and shook it out. "This is mine," she said as she went behind Supergirl and slipped the raincoat on her. Going back in front of Supergirl, Shelley fastened the raincoat's magnetic patches, tied its sash belt around her waist, and put the folded-up pouch into one of the raincoat's pockets. Supergirl luxuriated in the feel of soft, smooth plastic sliding over and pressing against her enlarged breasts.

<<"Now," Shelley said, "you'll notice that I have set you up so that you can see the clock," referring to the clock on the night-stand by her bed. "The party starts at seven. Some of the boys might get here a little before then. At a quarter to eight I'll come and tie your hands and feet and then take you to the back bedroom. And at eight o'clock sharp I'll bring my boyfriend to play with you. He'll have instructions to fuck you while you're wearing my raincoat and that will do something very special. When he creams into you, you'll get pregnant and after you've been fucked thirty or forty more times you'll give birth to a plastic raincoat identical to the one you're wearing. Won't that be nice?" She started to walk away, then paused. "Oh, yes," she said as an afterthought, "once you get pregnant, you can never be changed back to normal. You'll be my plastic Supergirl, my blow-up slave doll, forever!" Then she left and closed the door.

<<A little after five Shelley returned, undressed, and put on her shower cap. "One other thing you need to know," she said as she stood in front of Supergirl with her fists on her hips, "whenever you see me naked, you're my punching bag." With that she punched Supergirl.

<<Helplessly Supergirl tipped over backward almost to the floor. She seemed to linger there until the forcefield could tip her back upright enough to exert a larger torque.

<<"Come on, Supergirl," Shelley taunted. "Bounce up for me so I can punch you again!"

<<"I can't help myself," Supergirl thought. "Her spell is making me serve her as an inflated plastic punching bag!"

<<For several minutes Shelley punched, jabbed, and bopped her plastic prisoner. When Shelley had satisfied herself she took her shower, dressed for the party, and left again.

<<Supergirl had discovered hours ago that she was completely helpless. Now she became intensely aware of the time and a strange warm feeling came over her. She started to wonder and imagine what it was going to feel like having a young man lie on her and perform intercourse with her. Shortly after six-thirty she started to hear male voices in the chatter coming faintly from downstairs and she started to get a quivery feeling inside.

<<At seven forty-five Shelley returned to her bedroom carrying two silk neckties. Using them, she brought Supergirl's legs together and tied one around her ankles and then used the other to tie Supergirl's hands behind her back. After pulling her off the holding spot, she carried Supergirl down the hall to the back bedroom and laid her down on the bed. Glancing at her watch, she said, "Ten minutes," and then left.

<<It seemed like much less than ten minutes had elapsed when Shelley brought her boyfriend into the bedroom. The young man seemed to be in a daze and Supergirl understood that he was likely under Shelley's obedience spell.

<<"Be nice to her," Shelley told the young man. "Do her as you would do me." Then she told him to leave the raincoat on her prisoner, promising that he can have her naked when all the other boys have had their turns with her, and admonished him to take care not to tear the raincoat, as by kneeling on the skirt. "Oh, yes," she added as she left the room, "take off all of your clothes so that she can get a good look at what she's getting!"

<<With the door closed, the boyfriend undressed with his back to Supergirl. When he turned around and approached her, she saw his penis lengthening and rising. It came fully erect when he touched her warm plastic in order to open the front of the raincoat. She watched in horrified fascination as he climbed onto the bed, mounted and penetrated her, and came down on her. Unsuccessfully trying to avoid his kisses, she felt the motion of his penis inside her intensifying her arousal. Then she felt herself brought to a powerful climax as she felt hot semen being squirted into her.

<<A moment after the boyfriend left, Shelley came into the bedroom and closed the door. "Now you're pregnant," she gloated. "You're my plastic prisoner forever, so I suppose we can untie these." She knelt by the bed and removed the ties from Supergirl's ankles and wrists. "Now you'll be able to take off my raincoat. The rest of the guys will want you naked, I'm sure." She went to leave then, but as she reached the door she turned, gave Supergirl a wink, and said. "Be a slut!" Then she left.

After all of the women's boyfriends had taken a turn having their way with Supergirl and Shelley's boyfriend had taken a second turn with her, Shelley brought her downstairs in her raincoat so that she could kiss the boys goodnight as they left.

<<Shelley's boyfriend left last and after he kissed Supergirl he said to Shelley, "You know, she felt different the second time."

<<"She wasn't wearing her raincoat," Shelley suggested.

<<"No," the boyfriend mused, "it felt more like she was...fatter."

<<"Oh, well," Shelley replied, "you guys got her pregnant, that's all."

<<"But she's plastic!" the boyfriend protested.

<<"OK, so she's going to have a raincoat," Shelley said and then flashed a quick grin.

<<Not quite believing, the boyfriend gave Shelley a kiss and left. Shelley then took Supergirl to the parlor, where the other women waited, wearing their plastic raincoats as dresses over satin camisoles and half slips. Shelley demanded her raincoat from Supergirl and put it on over her underwear and then handed Supergirl a plastic dress to put on.

<<Soft as silk and skin-smooth, it was a Greek slave-girl dress made of opaque cream-white plastic that had a slight rubbery feel to it. Supergirl put it on and it seemed to flow onto her, warming instantly where it touched her. She wanted so much to rub it over her breasts and to push the skirt into her crotch to masturbate with it.

<<"Apron test!" Shelley announced as she grabbed Supergirl and held her against her body as if she were a plastic apron. Each woman then took a turn embracing her from behind and patting and stroking her belly. As they did so they began to become indistinct....>>

Then she rose out of her lucid dream and into the dark realm of full unconsciousness on her slow way to wakefulness.

Late Sunday morning Starfire and the woman whom she had addressed as Avigayle came into the basement. Avigayle was carrying what looked like a folded-up, transparent-black plastic raincoat. With bright red hair, wide blue eyes, and a spray of freckles across the bridge of her nose, Avigayle bore a slight resemblance to Barbara Gordon, better known to the world as Batgirl. The resemblance drew out Supergirl's feelings of friendship and transferred them to the villainess, making the weakened Kryptonian woman even more helpless.

Again Starfire pulled Supergirl out of the cage, but this time she and Avigayle stripped her naked before Starfire tied her hands behind her back. Then Avigayle shook out the garment that she had been carrying and put it on her hapless prisoner. It turned out that it wasn't a raincoat; instead, it was a transparent-black plastic version of a burqa, the body-enveloping garment worn by women in Afghanistan, an emblem of virtual enslavement. This one was narrower that the standard burqa, clearly intended to restrict its wearer's movements.

Satisfied with their work, the two women escorted Supergirl up the stairs and into the townhouse's entry hall, then up another flight of stairs to the second floor. They led her into a bedroom at the front of the house and then Starfire left, taking Supergirl's clothes and closing the door behind her.

"Now you're my prisoner!" Avigayle gloated.

Standing helpless in her plastic burqa, Supergirl felt like an inflated punching bag and wondered if that's how Avigayle thought of her. Through the plastic she saw a hazy image of Avigayle staring wide-eyed at her and taking off her clothes. She noticed that Avigayle had a shower cap tucked into her panties.

Avigayle tossed her clothes onto a chair, pulled her shower cap out of her panties, and put it on. Red hair puffed out a beret-style cap made of transparent-white plastic that had thumbnail-sized images of Supergirl's super-ess emblem printed on it in kryptonite green. It definitely wasn't an authorized Pert and Pretty™ product, but it was rumored that sometimes someone in the company's shower cap and apron departments made custom orders for special customers.

Then Avigayle approached Supergirl and put her hands on the limp plastic of her burqa, feeling its softness, smoothness, and warmth. "I'm going to get one of these that I can blow up," she whispered in a quavery voice. "I want to feel you become fat and firm as I blow you up." Then she slid her hands around Supergirl and took her in an embrace. "Oh, you're so soft and warm!" she said breathlessly. And then in an accusatory tone added, "You're getting me hot!"

Supergirl felt Avigayle's nipples swell and stiffen against her breasts and started coming aroused. She felt her clitoris beginning to grow and she squirmed as if trying to avoid her captress, while in fact enhancing the sexual contact and making herself hotter.

Then Avigayle released her, took the plastic burqa off her, and draped it over a chair. She went into the bathroom and came back carrying another shower cap, one with a wreath of violets printed on transparent-gray plastic. She put the new shower cap on Supergirl, making her look like she was wearing the floral tiara of a lesbian bride. In fact, although its proper name was "Morning Mist with Violets", the women at Stanhope College actually referred to it as Pert and Pretty's™ "Lesbian Bride" shower cap. Nonetheless, it seemed to be a popular item in the Vinylhaven stores. Supergirl sometimes wondered whether women wore them into the shower and then masturbated over the fantasy of marrying another woman.

Avigayle pushed her toward the bed and then pushed her down onto it. She took a silk cord from a pocket in her dress and tied Supergirl's ankles together. "Now, just lie there and wait for me!" she said. Then Avigayle went into the bathroom and a moment later Supergirl heard water running in the shower.

Lying tied up on the bed while her captress bathed, Supergirl tried to anticipate what Avigayle planned to do to her. There was the tacit promise of lesbian sex, but it wasn't certain that was what Avigayle had in mind. Starfire played rough with her, so it wouldn't be unusual for one of her minions to do the same.

She was still trying to figure out a way to get Avigayle to make love to her when she became aware that the water had stopped running. Several minutes passed and then Avigayle came out of the bathroom and stood over her prisoner.

"I can't believe this is actually happening," she said. She sat down on the bed and began running her hands over Supergirl's body, gently pinching her nipples and feeling them swell in response. Starting to pant, she untied the cord around Supergirl's ankles and then straddled her prisoner, sitting on her thighs.

"I'm getting so hot over you," she said as she leaned forward and ran her hands over Supergirl's body. "Just knowing that you are my helpless sex prisoner is making my clitoris grow." She leaned back and spread her labia so that Supergirl could see the tip of her clitoris protruding from its sheath and growing longer as she watched. Then she shifted her position, sliding her right leg between Supergirl's legs and laying herself down on her prisoner.

Supergirl watched Avigayle's breasts come down on hers and felt quivery inside. Already the discomfort in her belly was gone and her clitoris was growing. She felt the sexual pressure building up inside her as she felt Avigayle, soft, smooth and warm come down on her. She nearly climaxed as Avigayle took her in an embrace and the plastic of her shower cap pressed against Supergirl's face.

Panting with ragged gasps, Avigayle began to slide her clitoris up and down Supergirl's right thigh. At the same time her right thigh rubbed against Supergirl's clitoris and raised her to the peak of sexual tension. For several minutes she was content to rub against Supergirl without reaching climax, but all too soon she pushed herself over the edge and her libido detonated. She convulsed and writhed on her naked toy, slamming her hips against her in a rapid series of thrusts. Supergirl responded with her own climax, every bit as intense as Avigayle's. And then it was over and the two women lay panting from their exertion.

After a time Avigayle got up, cleaned up her mess and then took the shower cap off Supergirl and left it on the bed. She put on her panties, then she took off her shower cap, tucked it into her panties, and finished dressing. She left then and returned a few minutes later with Starfire.

Together the two women took Supergirl back to the basement. Starfire took the cord off her wrists and pushed her into the cage. She locked the cage then and the two women left.

Supergirl noticed that the discomfort in her belly did not return and that gave her momentary hope that she might regain enough strength to rescue herself. But then she noticed that she actually seemed weaker than before. Apparently the exertion that took away the discomfort also took away some of her life-force in order to do so.

Exhausted, she slipped into a deep sleep from which she emerged into a lucid dream:

<<She had been captured by a witch, who used her magic to work an amazing transformation upon her. In her little house in the forest near Stanhope, the witch compelled Supergirl to strip herself naked, put on a Supergirl shower cap, then come sexually aroused and puff out her belly. Then the witch turned her into a living, inflated plastic doll. She forced the hapless superheroine into a blue plastic rocking skirt, a thing that appeared to be two plastic half slips welded together at top and bottom and their common bottom hem welded to a weighted round-bottomed base, and inflated it to turn Supergirl into a bouncy, roly-poly punching bag. Next the witch picked up what looked like the sash-style belt of a plastic raincoat and tied it around Supergirl's waist, then she used the plastic ties hanging from it to tie Supergirl's wrists down at her sides. Finally, she put on Supergirl a knee-length pullover raincape made of transparent-blue plastic that had her super-ess printed on its front.

<<After giving her a few tentative bops to test her, the witch picked Supergirl up and carried her through a hole in space, emerging into the living room of an upper middle class home. From photographs on the wall, Supergirl could see that she was now a prisoner in the home of Leslie Larson, a woman she knew from Stanhope College. The witch set Supergirl in the middle of the room and pushed her down onto her back between two heavy blocks. She attached a thick, soft cord to the blocks so that it held Supergirl down and then she put an opaque silk sheet over her. Supergirl heard the witch leave and the house fall silent. It was useless to struggle, so she simply waited.

<<It wasn't long before she heard the front door open and the Larsons, Leslie and her parents, enter the house.

<<"Now it's time for you to get your special gift," she heard Leslie's mother say.

<<She felt the three Larsons gather around her. Leslie was made to stand in front of where she would come up. Then Leslie's parents took up places on opposite sides of her head. Suddenly Leslie's father released the cord as Leslie's mother whipped away the silk sheet.

<<Supergirl bounced up, straight at Leslie. Startled, Leslie thrust out her right hand and knocked Supergirl backwards. She seemed shocked, but understanding came quickly and when Supergirl bounced up again, Leslie punched her, making her inflated body emit a rubbery thump accompanied by the swish of soft plastic. For several minutes Leslie enjoyed making Supergirl bounce as lightly as a beach ball off her fists.

<<"It's getting late," Leslie's mother said. "We need to get to bed."

<<Leslie agreed, then bent down, picked Supergirl up by her rocking skirt, and carried her out of the room. She went down a long hall and brought her new toy into her bedroom at the rear of the house.

<<"Now, my big fat plastic prisoner!" Leslie gloated after closing the door, "Now we can get better acquainted. You get to find out what gives me pleasure and I get to find out how well you give it." She gave Supergirl a playful punch that set her rocking to and fro and then undressed and went to take her shower.

<<While listening to water run in the bathroom, Supergirl looked around Leslie's bedroom. By the plush double bed she saw a life-sized inflated Supergirl punching bag that had a transparent-green plastic serving apron tied around it. Leslie's raincoat, made of transparent-white plastic that had thin, opaque-white starbursts printed on it, lay draped over a chair. She hoped that she would have opportunities to play with those things.

<<The water had stopped running in the bathroom and soon Leslie came out into the bedroom still wearing her shower cap and nothing else. She bopped Supergirl as she waited for the last moisture to evaporate from her body. As she bounced for her mistress, Supergirl watched her breasts jiggle and felt a kind of special warmth emanating from Leslie's shower cap. Leslie's curly blonde hair puffed out a simple beret-style cap made of transparent-yellow plastic film on which the opaque pale-blue image of cornflowers were printed and made it appear as a soft warm halo that began to tickle Supergirl's libido.

<<When Leslie stopped punching her, she took Supergirl in both hands, tilted her over to look down on her, and gloated breathlessly over her super-plastic prisoner. "Oh, Supergirl," she said, "you're so soft and helpless, so smooth and rubbery! You're going to be my favorite punching bag!"

<<"She's right," Supergirl thought. "I can feel this weighted skirt trying to tip me upright. Whenever she punches me, I'll bounce for her. I'll be just like a slave eager to please her mistress!"

<<"It would be cruel to leave you standing all night," Leslie said when she released her toy and let her bob upright. She reached under Supergirl's raincape, untied her hands, and took the restraining belt off of her. Then she deflated the rocking skirt and pulled Supergirl out of it. "You sleep on the right side," she said, pointing to the bed.

<<Supergirl went to the bed and got under the covers as Leslie went to turn out the light. In the dark she felt the bed move as Leslie got into it. Lying on her back, she smoothed her raincape and waited for sleep to come. But sleep would have to wait.

<<"Now we're going to play Wedding Night," Leslie whispered and Supergirl felt a shudder of horrified delight as she added, "and you're going to be my hot blow-up bride."

<<Then Leslie mounted her. She pulled Supergirl's raincape up to her waist and then got on top of her prisoner. Supergirl felt Leslie's right thigh slip between her legs, felt the hot rubbery flesh rub her vulva and clitoris as Leslie's clitoris pressed into her right thigh. She felt Leslie's weight come down on her, felt Leslie's breasts press warmly against hers, and felt Leslie's shower cap kissing her left cheek. Then Leslie began to move, rubbing her clitoris up and down Supergirl's thigh, and Supergirl got hot in response. It didn't take long for Leslie to have both of them convulsing in climax.>>

As she dreamed of climaxing under Leslie she slipped and fell back into deep unconsciousness.

It was now Monday and it had been raining all day. Supergirl had been sitting trying to think of a way out of her predicament or of a way to contact someone who could rescue her. Suddenly she heard the locks on the basement door being opened. A moment later Starfire, still wearing her raincoat, came down into the basement to confront her prisoner.

Supergirl watched in fascination as her captress approached. Her raincoat was made of a clear plastic that was completely limp and skin smooth. Its skirt swirled and billowed around Starfire's legs as she walked and highlights danced across all parts of the coat. Supergirl felt herself starting to come sexually aroused by the sight of the raincoat and by the thought that she could feel Starfire's warmth emanating from its plastic. She felt embarrassed by the thought that Starfire might notice her nipples swelling at the sight of her.

Starfire picked up the cord that she used to tie Supergirl's hands, then opened the cage and pulled Supergirl out. She took her prisoner into an embrace and Supergirl nearly climaxed as she rubbed up against Starfire's raincoat. Holding Supergirl against her, Starfire tied her hands behind her back, then released her and pushed her toward the stairs.

They climbed to the second floor of the townhouse. Supergirl wondered if the time had come at last for Starfire to use her as a sex toy. The strange mixture of dread and hope swelled within her as Starfire pushed her down the hallway and into her bedroom.

What Supergirl noticed first was the inflated Supergirl punching bag that was wearing a transparent-green plastic raincape. The weight of the raincape tilted the bag over to make it lean against a chair on which her costume lay neatly folded. Then Supergirl saw Starfire's four-poster double bed. Suddenly she imagined that she was the punching bag and that Starfire had taken her to bed to masturbate on her. She started getting hot again.

And then she saw Starfire taking off her clothes. She watched in hopeful fascination as Starfire tossed her raincoat onto the bed and stripped herself naked. Then Starfire took Supergirl by the arm and led her into her private bathroom.

In the bathroom Starfire took her shower cap off its lunette above the bar on which her towel hung and put it on. It was Pert and Pretty's™ Queen of France style, a standard beret-style cap made of transparent dark-blue plastic on which gold fleurs-de-lis were printed in a tiara pattern. Then from atop a towel draped over a second towel bar she picked up the Lesbian Bride shower cap that Supergirl had worn the day before and put it on Supergirl. She then pushed Supergirl up against the wall by the shower.

"Now," she said, "I am going to untie you. If you have any thoughts of taking me on, you might want to notice what's sitting by the sink."

Supergirl looked at the sink and saw the lead-lined purse that Starfire had used to capture her. She had no doubt about what lay inside it or of Starfire's ability to deploy it if she tried to fight the bigger woman and escape.

"You are going to do exactly what I tell you," Starfire said. "Do you understand?"

"Yes," Supergirl said, trying not to stare at Starfire's breasts, which were only inches from her lips.

At that Starfire reached behind Supergirl to untie her hands, dipping down a little to reach the cord. Supergirl found herself cheek to cheek with her captress, with the warm plastic halo of Starfire's shower cap in her face. She felt her clitoris start to grow. Then Starfire pulled away from her and laid the cord on the sink by her purse.

Obeying Starfire's commands, Supergirl got into the bathtub and stood at the end away from the faucet. She watched as Starfire turned the water on, her breasts swinging suggestively as she bent over, and adjusted the temperature. Her heart beat faster as she watched Starfire get into the bathtub, pull the shower curtain closed, and turn the knob that diverted the water to the shower head.

Starfire took the bar of soap from its holder and soaped up the front of her body, then handed the soap to Supergirl. When Supergirl had soaped herself, Starfire took her in an embrace and said, "Now, soap my back!" Supergirl obeyed and when she was done allowed Starfire to take the soap and lather up her back. As they rubbed their bodies together, Supergirl felt her arousal coming up to a slow simmer, just ready to be brought to a boil, but nothing happened to generate the necessary sexual heat. When they had rinsed the soap off of their bodies, Starfire turned off the water, opened the shower curtain, and stepped out of the bathtub.

Supergirl followed her and took the proffered towel. Together the women dried themselves, then put their towels back on their bars. Starfire took off her shower cap and hung it on its lunette and Supergirl took off her shower cap and draped over the towel she had used. She followed Starfire, who had picked up her special purse, into the bedroom.

"Get dressed!" Starfire said simply.

Supergirl put on her costume, enjoying the feel of freshly laundered fabric. Then she shook out the apron. It was an ankle-length full apron made of the same ultra-soft, clear plastic as was Starfire's raincoat and it had the word "Slavegirl" printed across the top of its ruffled skirt in big red letters. With no other option before her, she put the apron on and tied its sash-like ties behind her back.

At the same time Starfire had also been putting on her underwear and an elaborately patterned silk dress that had the sheen of her plastic raincoat. She put on a pair of flat-heeled shoes and then hung her lead-lined purse from the front of her belt like a Scotsman's sporran. Then she led Supergirl downstairs to the kitchen.

"You're going to be my serving girl tonight," Starfire said. She showed Supergirl the various dishes in different stages of preparation and showed her the list of dishes to be served and in what order. It took half an hour before Starfire was satisfied that Supergirl knew what to do. Then she went to receive her guests.

Of course Supergirl thought about taking the opportunity to escape. If she could just get out of the house and make a run for it. She was certain that she could still run faster than any Terran once she got started. But first she would have to get past Starfire and get at least one hundred feet away from her kryptonite-bearing purse. She thought that, perhaps, she could sneak out of the house or break out in a way that would give her the head start that she needed. But the layout of the house was no help. Without her superpowers, Supergirl could not defeat the locks on the back door of the townhouse and the windows were barred and shuttered. No, she was still completely trapped.

She found that the dinner party was for two women whom Starfire treated more as colleagues than as henchwomen. For their part, the two guests were flabbergasted to see who was serving their meal and standing by in perfect docility to await Starfire's commands. As the women discussed their plans to build a massive criminal empire, Supergirl remembered what she had overheard the night she had been captured and knew why Starfire had no qualms about her overhearing. When one of the guests expressed a worry about what Supergirl might be hearing, though, Starfire simply sent Supergirl to get the wine and serve it.

In order to serve the wine Supergirl first had to cut a bit of metal foil off the top of the bottle to expose the cork and then remove the cork. From the feel of the metal foil she inferred that it was lead. She slipped a piece between the collar and her neck and felt the stinging on that part of her neck diminish. But the one piece she had wasn't big enough to cover the entire collar; she had to have more. First she searched the trash and retrieved several more pieces, putting them into the weird pouch in her cape, the strange pocket behind the cape's ess-on-shield emblem that seemed to exist somewhere else. But she still needed more pieces of the foil. She looked for more places where wine bottles might be kept and found several boxes of wine in a closet. Opening one box, she stripped the lead foil off all the bottles and then closed the box, put it back into the closet, and stacked two of the other boxes on top of it. Now she was certain she had enough. When Starfire put her back into the cage and left her alone, she would be able to free herself.

It was late when Starfire's guests left. Starfire came to Supergirl and said, "I'm too tired to take you back to the basement. Come with me!" And she led Supergirl into her bedroom.

"Get undressed!" Starfire commanded.

Supergirl complied, putting her apron and costume on the chair by the bed. Then she submitted to Starfire tying her hands behind her back with a thick silken cord. She stood helpless as Starfire took off all of her clothes and then came naked to confront her prisoner. Supergirl felt her body shudder as her nipples and clitoris started to swell. The sight of Starfire's raincoat hanging on its padded hanger in the closet only intensified Supergirl's arousal. She tried to suppress the feeling while knowing that a part of her wanted Starfire to take her down on the bed and ravish her.

But Starfire merely pushed Supergirl into her bed, lying her on her back and pulling the covers up over her. Having tucked her prisoner in, she jabbed her finger into her chest.

"I'm a light sleeper," she warned, "and I am an evil witch in the morning, so don't interfere with my sleep!" She then went to turn out the light and got into bed herself. Facing away from Supergirl, she made herself comfortable, let out a sigh, and soon was breathing in a slow regular rhythm.

Supergirl felt as helpless as Starfire's inflated Supergirl punching bag. She couldn't move. All she could do was listen to the ticking of the clock and the rhythm of Starfire's breathing. After a time she began to doze off.

Then Starfire turned over and rolled over on top of her. The sensations of Starfire's soft, hot body pressing down on hers made Supergirl's nipples and clitoris swell and stiffen. Supergirl became intensely aware of Starfire's rubbery-smooth breasts rubbing against hers and of the sensation of Starfire's belly pressing rhythmically against hers and she began to tremble as sexual warmth built up inside her. Starfire's right thigh slipped between her legs and Supergirl spread them so that Starfire could rub her thigh against her vulva.

"I'm ready," she dared to whisper.

No response.

"Please," she whispered.

But Starfire was asleep. And she stayed asleep on top of her prisoner until dawn.

After several hours elapsed Supergirl herself drifted off to sleep and then came into a lucid dream:

<<She was walking through an enchanted forest, like the redwood forests of California, filled with swirling mist. She was following a small stream of clear water toward its source and soon she came to the spring emerging from the side of a mountain. Off to the left she saw a stone platform with three stone steps leading up to it and on the platform itself she saw a vertical stone circle, like the frame of a Chinese doorway, standing by itself. The space and time within the circle seemed to ripple. She took a step toward it.

<<"You can't go out that way," a voice said.

<<It was like looking into a mirror, albeit a distorting one. The woman looked like her exact twin, but she was dressed entirely in green. In her guise as a witch, the woman wore a hooded cloak made of transparent-green plastic. In her left hand she held an orb that looked much like a blue-violet and gold croquet ball.

<<"Why not?" she asked.

<<"Look and see," the woman said, pointing to the stone circle.

Supergirl stepped up onto the platform and almost immediately felt the all-too-familiar cold sting that accompanied the green light emanating from a groove cut into the inside of the circle. She stepped back off the platform.

<<"Don't feel bad," the green woman said. "It's nice here." Her hand evoked a soft swish as it stroked the plastic of her cloak.

<<"There are things I need to do," Supergirl said as she looked around her and examined her environment. She saw a trail leading off into the forest and followed it.

<<The green woman followed her, swishing her cloak. "You mean like the time you destroyed the Putonic Plague?" she asked casually. "That worked out so well, didn't it?"

<<"Those women weren't in their right minds when they attacked me," Supergirl said. She came to the ruins of a building that appeared to have been a church or a temple. The roof had collapsed and the tiles were bent and twisted. "Even if they had been in complete possession of their wills, I could not in good conscience allow them to remain in sexual slavery." She looked again at the roof and understood that slate would not have bent; it would have shattered.

<<"Even if that was what they desired?" the green woman asked.

<<"Yes," Supergirl said as she lifted a tile and bent it. Satisfied, she stacked several of the tiles, one on top of the other, in a stack that was still light enough for her to carry. Then she lifted the stack onto her head and carried it, African style, back to the platform. "It is never wrong to free good people from oppression, however much they believe they want it. And in any case, once they were free they had the option of playing enslavement games, pretending to be slaves."

<<"Pretense is not as good as the real thing," the green woman said.

<<"That depends upon what the real thing is," Supergirl replied. "In the case of slavery, sexual or otherwise, I believe the pretense is the better one. It allows you to experience vicariously that which no one should ever experience for real."

<<"What's the good of that?" the green woman asked. "If you don't want to experience something for real, then why experience it at all?"

<<That's when Supergirl recognized the woman: she was her Shadow, a part of her unconscious mind. Whatever light her soul reflected back into the world, her Shadow indicated its absence.

<<"You don't seem evil," Supergirl commented.

<<"I'm not evil," the Shadow said, "but I would be if you would let me."

<<Supergirl set the tiles down on the platform, saw that she didn't have enough, and went back to the ruined temple for more. As she walked down the trail she heard her Shadow's raincoat swishing behind her and felt sexual warmth grow inside her.

<<"I don't want you to be evil," she said. "When you consider all the power that we wield, it makes no sense for us to blame anyone else for what we lack. And shifting blame is the essence of evil."

<<"I don't lack anything," the Shadow said.

<<"Then you are no more evil than I am," Supergirl said as she piled up more of the lead tiles. "And you have no more desire to be evil than I do."

<<"Mm-hmm," the Shadow mused skeptically as she helped lift the tiles onto Supergirl's head, brushing her raincoat against Supergirl's buttocks as she did so.

<<Supergirl let out a soft chuckle as she set off down the trail. "Trying to seduce me is not evil," she said. "I think it shows that ultimately you're a good person. If you were evil, you would be my enemy and you are not my enemy...and you never will be." She came back to the platform and added her load of tiles to the previous one.

<<It was easy enough for her to set the tiles onto the lower half of the circle. She simply put each tile into place, dropped it, and pulled herself out of the radiation zone. She waited until the pain subsided and then placed another tile. Placing the remaining tiles was much harder. She had to stay in the radiation bath long enough to put each tile in place and then bend it around the stone to secure it in place. She had to take longer rest breaks during this stage.

<<"You don't have to do that," her Shadow said. "It would be so much easier to stay here. You could meet my crazy red sister and we could all have fun together."

<<"Yes, I know," she said as she looked around the forest. It looked like something out of a fairy tale and she felt a yearning for its comfort. "But there are people out there who need me and what I can do." She got up and put the last tile in place at the top of the circle, feeling all pain go away as she did so.

<<"It's nice here," her Shadow said, almost plaintively.

<<Supergirl went up to her Shadow and said, "Yes, it is and I'll be back someday. I'll bring my blue raincoat and we'll have fun. But for now I have work to do." She took her Shadow in an embrace, luxuriated in the feel of her soft, smooth plastic warm on her skin, and kissed her before pulling away from her. Gently she took the blue-violet and gold orb in both of her hands and climbed the steps onto the platform. Holding the orb before her, she took a deep breath and stepped through the circle. The orb seemed to explode and collapse onto her at the same time. It ran over her skin like paint and turned into her familiar red-caped blue minidress and it seeped into her and gave her power.>>

And the scene faded out as Supergirl drifted into the black depths of full unconsciousness.

Supergirl was already awake when the rising sun began to fill the room with light. She felt Starfire stir and then jerk herself up to stare at her prisoner with a shocked expression on her face. Then shock gave way to a wicked smile.

"You make a good body pillow," she said. "So how long have I been on top of you?"

"Essentially all night," Supergirl said.

"All night!?" Starfire said, shocked again. Again she smiled and said, "Well, apparently happiness is sleeping on a warm punching bag."

That's when Supergirl felt Starfire's nipples swell and stiffen against her breasts. She became intensely aware of the bigger woman's warmth pressed into her, of her captress sliding her right thigh between her legs and mounting her fully.

"My soft rubber slave," Starfire moaned as she slid her arms around Supergirl's back and embraced her. She was panting and trembling as she began to rock to and fro on her prisoner. "I want to blow you up!" she said in a tremulous voice and then she put her lips on Supergirl's and kissed her passionately, then blew into her as if inflating a pool toy. She started bouncing on Supergirl then and Supergirl felt the woman's clitoris come fully erect and press into her right thigh. She also felt Starfire's right thigh rubbing her clitoris and she felt as if she were swelling with sexual pressure and heat. The sensation only intensified as Starfire pumped herself against her and squeezed her in intimate embrace.

From some dark recess of her unconscious mind the words can unbidden. "You're overinflating me!" Supergirl grunted.

Starfire jerked and then convulsed on her prisoner as she climaxed, still pumping her clitoris on Supergirl's thigh. Supergirl climaxed at the same time, the detonation of her heated, pressurized libido triggered by Starfire's bed-pounding spasms.

Eventually the women's passion-storm abated and calm returned to the bed. Drained of energy, Starfire lay on Supergirl and rested. She even dozed for a time. But then, with her energy restored, Starfire got up.

She didn't even bother with getting fully dressed. She simply put on fresh panties and her bathrobe and played with Supergirl most of the day. When she went down to breakfast, she put the Slavegirl apron and Lesbian Bride shower cap on Supergirl and took her down with her, leaving her hands tied. Throughout the day, then, she would escort her prisoner to her bedroom and ravish her yet again.

Finally Starfire seemed to have exhausted her lust for her prisoner. Late that afternoon she allowed Supergirl to get dressed and then took her back to the basement and locked her in the cage.

Supergirl waited. Some time later she heard the outer door open and close and heard women's voices. She heard faintly what sounded to her like Starfire's voice saying "Let's go!", then the sound of the outer door opening and closing again. A profound silence settled in. An hour later Supergirl made her move.

She was trembling when she pulled the pieces of lead foil out of her cape's pouch and laid them out in front of her. It had to be enough; it just had to. Taking her time, she tore the pieces into strips and then slowly, carefully, she slid each piece of lead foil under the collar and folded it over the steel. When she slid the last piece into place, even before she folded it over, the ache in her belly went away and the tenderness on her head vanished. Because the lead didn't cover the collar completely, she had to leave the collar on her neck, lest the stray radiation from the uncovered parts strip her powers off her again.

[[In a place that's neither here nor there the green light went away and an amoeba-like thing unfolded itself and blossomed in glittering blue-violet and gold. It sent long tendrils thrusting outward to touch the world it inhabited and a strange music accompanied them as they flittered over the landscape and reshaped it.]]

With her superpowers restored, Supergirl used her x-ray vision and her magnifying vision to confirm that Starfire's boast to her had not been an idle one: any deformation of the bars of the cage would result in the release of the contents of a rather too large lead box. Supergirl's infrared vision confirmed that the box was warmer than its surroundings, as it would be if it contained a large piece of kryptonite, whose green radiation was being absorbed by the box's walls and converted into heat.

But Starfire had underestimated Supergirl in one other way. The Girl of Steel has a resource available to her that her cousin doesn't. Carefully she plucked one hair off her head and slipped it into the lock on the cage door. She wrapped the free ends around her finger and pulled, neatly slicing the bolt off the lock. The door swung open and she was free. After ensuring that the large lead box could not be opened without the aid of power tools, she left her prison.

Only after she had ripped the basement door open and ensured that she could leave the building unpowered if need be did she take off the collar. She put it in the farthest corner of the basement and went upstairs to do a little housecleaning before leaving. There were things that she wanted and she felt that she had earned them.

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It was much too late for a woman to be walking alone through Central Park, but the lone woman walking through Parker's Grove either didn't know that or didn't care. Suddenly two dark figures leaped out of the bushes and attacked her. The woman cried out and clung to her purse. For a full minute the woman struggled with her attackers, crying for help. And soon enough she got it.

Superman swooped down on the two muggers, gripping each by her arm. Then Starfire opened her lead-lined purse. Blasted by kryptonitic radiation, Superman staggered and fell under the blows delivered by his erstwhile captives. Starfire sat up to gloat.

Suddenly a black blur swung down on a rope suspended from an impossible point above the park, kicked Starfire onto her side, and grabbed the purse. The figure executed a forward roll, then bounced to her feet, closing the purse and holding it in a grip that would be difficult to open. Tufts of red hair protruded from under her bat-eared cowl.

With an animal snarl, Starfire charged Batgirl, screaming, "You have sealed your own fate!"

But just then strong hands grabbed her shoulders and pulled her backward, lifting her off her feet and leaving her to fall flat on her back. She tried to get back up, but a red boot came down on her chest and held her pinned to the sidewalk like an insect on display. A jolt of horror flashed through her when she looked up.

"Hi!" Supergirl said. "Remember me?"

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In her own private space she took off all of her clothes, put on Starfire's raincoat, and sat in her special chair. She had already turned the knob that retracted lead shutters inside the chair's base to let a faint spray of kyptonitic radiation bathe her as she stood near the chair or sat in it, just enough to remove her superpowers and weaken her so that she would destroy her special toys. She put a hand towel under her buttocks inside the raincoat to catch her crotch drool and then stroked the raincoat's plastic, enjoying the feel of its softness, its smoothness, the warmth that her body put into it.

She had already put Starfire's shower cap on the inflated Wonder Woman punching bag she often played with, noticing that Starfire bore a slight resemblance to the Amazon princess. Then she had slipped the green plastic raincape over the bag. Under the weight of the raincape the bag tipped forward so that "Starfire" seemed to be looming over her. Now Supergirl was the slave-bride of a hot plastic witch.

She rubbed the raincoat's plastic over her breasts and felt her nipples swell and stiffen. She began to quiver with excitement as she felt warm pressure build up inside her. She felt her clitoris swell and lengthen as she entered her reverie.

<<She was standing in a circular room that had what looked like an altar at its center. A circular dais two feet wide rose a hand's width above the floor in front of it. Completely naked, she was made to put on her Lesbian Bride shower cap. Her two "bridesmaids" wore only their own shower caps and serving aprons made of opaque metallic-green plastic that kept her powerless. Starfire stood by the altar and Supergirl saw that she was wearing her Queen of France shower cap and her transparent plastic raincoat over a cream-white satin camisole and half slip ensemble.

<<Gripping her arms, the bridesmaids took her to the altar. The soft swish of plastic was the only sound in the room: the carpeting seemed to absorb all echoes. The women brought her to the dais and made her stand on it. The extra height brought her almost eye-to-eye with Starfire.

<<"Why have you come here?" a disembodied voice asked.

<<"I am in love," Starfire replied, "and I want to get married." She pulled Supergirl into an embrace and Supergirl felt her arousal intensify as warm plastic was pressed against her by Starfire's rubbery soft body. "I have captured a prisoner," Starfire continued saying, "and I want her as my plastic love-slave...forever."

<<"Pledge your troth!" the voice demanded.

<<Starfire put her hands on Supergirl's shoulders, pushed her back a foot, and gazed lovingly into her eyes. In response Supergirl put her hands on Starfire's waist, as if to steady herself, but in fact to maintain some contact with Starfire's raincoat. Both women were starting to breathe heavily.

<<"You are my prisoner," Starfire said, "and I will never let you go free. I will keep you to serve my pleasure with your softness and your warmth. You will excite me with your helplessness and your subservience. You are mine to have and to hold forever!" She pulled Supergirl back into her embrace and kissed her.

<<"Prepare the bride!" the voice said.

<<Starfire broke off her kiss and put her lips next to Supergirl's left ear. She whispered instructions and nuzzled the hapless super-heroine's neck. Reluctantly she released Supergirl, accepted a small plastic package from one of the bridesmaids, shook it out, and offered it to Supergirl.

<<It was an ankle-length serving apron made of transparent-white plastic on which blue line drawings of flowers had been printed. Supergirl put it on and found that it wrapped all the way around her body like a skirt. The plastic warmed instantly where it touch her and she stroked it under the guise of smoothing the apron. She wanted to play with it, to use its plastic to masturbate herself to climax, but she didn't dare, not now. She stood as she had been instructed.

<<"You may inflate the bride!" the voice announced.

<<Starfire released Supergirl from her embrace. The other bridesmaid gave Starfire an elaborately carved rod that looked like it was made of translucent ivory. Holding the wand in her right hand, Starfire stood passively.

<<"Get yourself hot over me!" Starfire commanded.

<<Helpless to resist the command, Supergirl put her hands back on Starfire's waist and then bent forward to kiss her left breast. She felt Starfire's nipple swell and stiffen against the plastic of her raincoat and felt her own nipples swelling. She kissed Starfire's shoulder and then her bicep, enjoying the sensation of soft, warm plastic against her lips. She felt her clitoris grow and slide forward in its sheath. She pulled Starfire closer and stood on tiptoe to kiss her shower cap. As she came back down on the soles of her feet she felt her clitoris, which now extended beyond the top of her vulva, brush against the plastic of her apron. She nearly climaxed and, as if in shock, took a deep breath and puffed out her belly.

<<Starfire brought the wand around and touched its tip to Supergirl's neck and inch below and behind her left ear. Supergirl felt something explode within her with a loud whump. She watched Starfire hand the wand to one of the bridesmaids and then give her a quick jab in the belly. She tipped over backwards, windmilling her arms in a futile effort to keep her balance, but then she felt something tip her briskly back upright. When Starfire bopped her again she understood that she and her apron had been turned into an inflated plastic punching bag. She would be Starfire's helpless toy forever.

<<Then the bridesmaids got an opportunity to play with her. They took her off the dais, set her in the middle of the floor, and took turns punching her and making her bounce gaily for them. Each woman also took the opportunity to tip her over sideways and press her face into her crotch: each time she felt the woman's clitoris stiffening and pressing the warm green plastic of the woman's apron against her lips.

<<Then suddenly she was in Starfire's bedroom and Starfire, naked except for her shower cap, was confronting her. Supergirl stood in the middle of the floor near the foot of Starfire's bed. She could feel heat radiating off Starfire's bare skin as Starfire approached her.

<<"My hot plastic pleasure slave!" Starfire gloated. "My big blow-up bride! You know what I want now." She gave Supergirl a quick jab in the belly.

<<Supergirl bounced as lightly as a beach ball off Starfire's fist, tipped over backward, and then bounced smartly back upright to be punched again. She held her hands pressed against the sides of her thighs in an attitude of submission. She felt weak and helpless and that made her feel hot. Starfire's fists made soft rubbery thumps when they struck her and each blow made her nipples and clitoris swell. It was as if Starfire were pumping up her passion, each blow increasing its heat and pressure. She felt as if she had become all clitoris, growing plumper and stiffer as Starfire masturbated her. She knew what was coming and the thought of being another woman's plastified sex toy made her quiver all over in warm anticipation. Then she bounced up and Starfire took her in an embrace, nearly making her climax. Picking her up, Starfire put her into bed and then got into bed with her, panting more with anticipation than exertion.>>

Even though she knew that it was impossible for someone to mount a real punching bag this way - they were just too fat - she imagined Starfire getting on top of her and performing intercourse on her.

<<"You are so full of hot air!" Starfire gloated. "Just the way I want you!"

<<Supergirl felt Starfire's weight press down on her and increase the pressure inside her inflated body. She felt Starfire's warm rubbery skin spread across her plastic as the woman took her in a sexual embrace.>>

Then she imagined the sensation of Starfire's clitoris growing into a large erect penis and rubbing against her apron and that thought brought her to climax. She squirmed and writhed in her chair, uttering odd grunts and squeals, until she had spent all of her passion. Then she slouched in the chair, rested from her exertion, and contemplated what she had just done, in essence debriefing herself.

She often felt that being ravished by another woman might actually make her feel more feminine. As Starfire's prisoner she had confirmed that feeling. Yes, she had been tempted to remain passive and to submit to being Starfire's toy, but some part of her pulled her out of that lazy acceptance of fate and drove her to assert herself. Thanatos tried to use her libido against her, but failed because for anyone committed to following the Kryptonese Way duty trumps pleasure every time.

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I have already commented on the source of this story in the appendices to "Supergirl, Trapped in the Plastic Brothel". I drew inspiration for this fantasy from the story "Super-Girl?" in Adventure Comics #404 (March 1971), in which Supergirl has lost her superpowers and the villainess Starfire uses her for a punching bag while her henchwomen watch. Having captured Supergirl, the women have her tied to a post in the basement of their hideout. Deciding to finish her off, Starfire stands over her and says, "Now, untie her - I think I'll have some fun with her!" Commenting, "I'm going to enjoy this!", Starfire throws Supergirl around like a rag doll. Though the appropriate reaction to that scene is horror and fear for the superheroine, I also felt a strong erotic component.

In the story above I have rendered in italics those scenes that I adapted directly from the comic book; specifically, the images on the cover and on pages 18 & 19. Those images touch most directly on the theme of Bondage and Discipline and thus serve as the seeds from which sexual fantasies can grow.

Indeed, is there anyone who grew up reading superhero comics who is not into Bondage and Discipline? Certainly the comics seem to contain an inordinate number of scenes of bondage and punishment. Although not explicitly sexual, such scenes certainly arouse sexual heat. Why were they put into comics? It seems unlikely that the artists themselves were unaware of the implications. Sometimes they actually came close to being very explicit. Consider this:

Like the similar scene in "Supergirl - Trapped in the Plastic Brothel", the scene in which Supergirl lies tied up on her captress' bed while her captress bathes in an adjoining bathroom was inspired by a scene in the Brenda Starr comic strip in the late 1960's in which the girl reporter, wearing only her bra and half slip, lies tied up on a villainess' bed while the plump villainess, wearing her shower cap, bathes in the adjoining bathroom. Although the plucky Ms. Starr freed herself and escaped her fate, the jeopardy into which she was put was so overtly sexual that I wondered how and why it had been published. Or perhaps the lesbian implications of the piece simply slipped by the editors?

Also note that Leslie Larson, whom I introduced in one of Supergirl's dreams above, was inspired by Lesla-Lar, the evil Kandorian scientist who deprived Supergirl of her special powers and then took her place in the last half of 1960. You can see her in Volume 2 of the Supergirl Archives, published by DC Comics and available from Bud Plant Art Books.

Another minor note: Supergirl's Shadow in green (the color of kryptonite) and her red sister (the crazy one) match the blue that Supergirl will wear in their realm to form the three basic colors of photography. Their combination yields white light, a metaphor here for psychological completeness.

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The Erotic Warmth of Bondage and Discipline

In the story Supergirl's Shadow asks her why, if she doesn't want to experience something for real, she would want to experience it at all. We might ask the same question about Bondage and Discipline.

The sexual perversion that we call Bondage and Discipline comes from shyness. That shyness may encode a reluctance to engage another person in sexual courtship, but it may also be a shyness about acknowledging a fetishism. We can infer that much from the fact that in B&D fantasies one or more participants are compelled by others to participate in what they enjoy but are afraid to ask for.

Note that, as Mr X implies in his rules for submissions (and he does mean submissions, if you catch my drift), B&D differs fundamentally from SadoMasochism. Originating in rejection anxiety, B&D is playful and means no real harm to anyone. S&M (Sadism and Masochism) comes from hatred, including self-hatred, and aims at causing real pain and suffering as well as damage to another person. So we know that, while he enjoys cloth'ing a few superheroines on occasion, Mr X would never cause them any real pain or distress. S&M is completely different from B&D and, thus, has no legitimate place in a B&D world.

So if B&D comes from shyness, how can we account for it properly? It still involves things that we would not want to experience for real.

First, we note that B&D usually involves a fetish, a displacement of sexual desire away from the normal target and onto something associated with the target. It may be rubber, leather, silk, satin, or plastic, manifested in various garments and toys. It may be particular items of clothing, such as underwear or shoes. Whatever it is, the fetish is intimately associated with images of bondage and discipline.

Let's take a simple, obvious example of displacement driven by rejection anxiety. When I was a child, in the late 1940's and the 1950's, a relatively common feature of what we might call the feminine kit included shower caps, aprons, and raincoats made of calendared-smooth plastic film. Because it has the texture of a woman's skin to a very good approximation, that plastic film could stand in for a woman as the target of an emotional displacement. It was an unconscious process, of course, but by the time I reached puberty plastic was firmly fixed in my mind as having the connotation of sex: the sight of a girl or woman wearing a plastic raincoat had about the same effect as seeing a woman wearing no clothes at all.

Indeed, plastic has become so identified with sex in my mind that where another man would undress a pretty woman in his imagination I would dress her in a plastic raincoat and/or apron. And when I see a picture of a naked woman I try to imagine what she would look like if she were wearing a shower cap of the kind that were popular in the 1950's.

We might imagine that Supergirl's love of plastic (at least my imputation of it to her) comes from her ambivalence about her own lesbian tendencies. Developing a love of plastic items typically associated with women would allow her to enjoy those tendencies without overtly acknowledging them.

But the fetish is only the beginning. It brings with it its own anxiety, the anxiety of discovery and humiliation. We dare not ask for what we actually want, lest someone discover our secret and ridicule us for it. If we want to enjoy the fetish without guilt, we must somehow have it forced upon us. We must remove the element of choice: the victim has no option but to participate in the fetish. In that way we transfer our feelings to some other person and then enjoy them vicariously. Sure, it's a coy ploy, but we do such things all the time.

And that brings up a fortuitous juxtaposition. In the 1950's and onward a popular toy was the inflatable punching bag. Basically it is an elongated balloon made of plastic twice as thick as that used for raincoats. It has a sandbag welded to its base so that it will come back upright when knocked over. And it has the image of a clown or superhero printed on the plastic. For someone with the plastic fetish it is the perfect B&D victim, the helpless plastic prisoner. Further, in its standard form, it resembles an erect penis, which enhances the sexual connotations and likely accounts for the phrase "punching the clown" as a euphemism for masturbation.

We put all of that together in fantasies, using ritual as an emotional intensifier. We rely on the fact that thoughts can arouse emotions just as percepts can; indeed, it is the concepts evoked by our percepts that arouse our emotions in the first place. So if we can give ourselves the right percepts (such as by looking at pictures of women in plastic raincoats) as we play with our thoughts, we can arouse the desired emotions and act to satisfy their demands. In engineering terms, the fantasy consists of a series of feedback loops with negative feedback suppressed; that is, we apply imagery that arouses the feelings we want and we delete any imagery that would act to suppress those feelings.

Now we have an answer to our original question: why, if we don't want to experience something for real, would we want to experience it at all? Why, because the fantasy experience allows us to edit what happens, something that is especially important when we want to experience something that takes us close to the possibility of true unpleasure. Vicarious participation in a fantasy lets us commit acts that our anxiety, our fear of embarrassment, forbids to us. We can enjoy bad acts without actually being bad. And that's a good thing.

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