Supergirl - Inflatable Sex Slave

of the

Plastic Girl Scouts

by

Tom diCentauri

1963 Sep 13 (Friday) - one week

In late afternoon, after finishing the last class of her summer studies, Linda Lee Danvers went to her room in the Alpha Lambda Sorority house and put her books and purse away. Several days earlier she had dropped hints to some of the other women that she would be returning to Midvale for a short time before the Fall Semester began. In fact, as Supergirl she had received an invitation to come back to Camp Boudica for the end-of-summer retreat with Carol Febliwitz and her Girl Scout troop and she had accepted it gladly.

After securing her room, Linda listened for activity in the house. Locating the few women in the house with her superhearing and noting that none of them would see her, she went quickly to the basement. Exerting a ton of force, she lifted the man-hole cover behind some stored furniture and levitated down into the old steam tunnels that ran under the campus of Stanhope College. As she walked along the tunnel, she removed her brunette wig and her outer clothes to reveal her blonde hair and her red-and-blue Supergirl costume. When she came to the old, abandoned steam plant she passed through another door that could only be unlocked with a burst of x-rays sent into the correct spot, went through the little room that she had built and furnished for herself, and ascended the plant's brick chimney.

She floated just below the top of the chimney and waited. For her the bricks and mortar were clearer than glass and she pirouetted on her thrust, waiting until she saw that no one nearby could see the chimney directly. Then she abruptly increased her thrust from the one-hundred and ten pounds necessary to support her weight against Earth's gravity to two-hundred and twenty tons and held it for one twenty-fifth of a second, rising to a point one hundred feet above the top of the chimney faster than the human eye could follow. Her rapid exit made the chimney emit a soft pig-like snort accompanied by a thump emanating from the point where she broke through the sound barrier, but nobody had ever paid that noise the slightest attention. When she relaxed her thrust she was flying upward at thirty-four hundred miles per hour, a little less than one mile per second.

A combination of atmospheric resistence and reverse thrust brought her upward speed to zero in less than a minute, leaving her motionless twenty miles above Stanhope. She looked north and concentrated her attention just so and the landscape seemed to rush toward her. She saw, far below her in the distance, the buildings, streets, and houses of the Village of Spruteville. And beyond it, at the headwaters of the Tiggamac River, the water of Lake Winnihegan glittered and reflected the rays of the late afternoon sun. On the far side of the lake lay Camp Boudica, the Girl Scout camp where Carol Febliwitz had brought her troop for another two-week stay. Supergirl was going to spend the first of those weeks with her friends. She tilted herself toward the camp, exerted her levitation power, and allowed gravity to pull her down the slope of force that she had thus created.

Her acceleration was less than one gee, but nonetheless in only a minute she was flashing across the sky like some meteoric bobsled. Every few minutes she pitched herself upright and flung her arms and legs wide, as if to embrace the wind, and thereby reduced her speed. Then she tilted forward again and resumed her aerial slalom.

The first time she had come to Camp Boudica, at the beginning of June, she and the Girl Scouts had been captured by an imp from the Fifth Dimension. Like Mister Mxyzptlk, Miss Snrdlfrk was able to work magical transformations and, under the direction of Vindi Spuschwanker and her gang of girl criminals, she had turned Supergirl and the Girl Scouts into inflated plastic toys. Using the gangsterettes' greed, Supergirl had managed to trick the little witch into saying her name backward, thereby sending her back to the Fifth Dimension. And even though she still dreamed of the night Vindi had taken her to bed and still masturbated over those dreams with Vindi's plastic raincoat and shower cap, Supergirl nonetheless still had nightmares about what might have happened if she had failed.

Now, as she descended toward Lake Winnihegan on her glide path, she looked forward to one full week of nothing but good, old-fashioned, end-of-summer fun with her friends. She wanted to give the girls a chance to watch her arrival, so she swooped low over the lake and made a slow pass in front of the camp. But instead of girlish squeals of delight and calls to friends to come see, all she heard was the sigh of the wind in the trees and the calls of birds. Then she remembered Carol's weird sense of humor and decided to play along. She pitched up and adopted a surfrider's pose, slipsliding on thin air as if sliding on a waxed floor. She landed on the little wooden dock where a canoe was tied up and walked nonchalantly up to the cabin. She half expected a dozen girls to explode from their hiding places to greet her, but the camp seemed deserted.

She went into the cabin and called for Carol and the other girls to come out from their hiding places. Forest sounds were all that she heard. As she came into the long sleeping room the sight that greeted her drew a gasp from her. Carol and the twelve girls in her troop were standing by their beds. Each was wearing her green tee-shirt and shorts and her transparent-green plastic Girl Scout raincoat with the hood pulled up. And they were all standing motionless with their hands pressed against the sides of their thighs.

She had seen the same scene in June. Then she had seen Carol and her Girl Scout troop turned into thirteen life-sized inflated plastic punching bags. The bags had been roughly sausage-shaped, though narrower at the top and broader at the base, and each had borne the image of one of the Girl Scouts in her uniform and transparent-green plastic Girl Scout raincoat, as if the raincoat had become an inflated toy with a girl trapped inside. And each image had been unique, depicting a different girl. The thirteenth had sent a sharp chill up her spine: the image had been that of Carol. Now Supergirl walked slowly toward Carol and looked on the scene around her in horror.

Then Carol got the giggles and broke the illusion. Soon the cabin was filled with jolly girlish laughter as the other girls broke their poses and came to greet Supergirl.

"You should have seen the look on your face," Schiffondra said, still chortling.

"Oh, my goodness," Supergirl said. "I guess I'm still not over what happened here back in June."

"Well, this time it'll be different," Carol said as she took Supergirl in a welcoming embrace.

Supergirl reciprocated and felt strange when her hands brushed across Carol's warmth in the soft, smooth plastic of her raincoat. When she released her embrace of Carol and Carol backed away from her, she found that she could not move.

"This time," Carol said with a smile, "you won't get away from us."

"Well, well, look who has come to join us," she heard someone say in a reedy little voice, almost like a little girl's. A pixie, more than a few inches shy of five feet tall, floated down out of the rafters. She had squinty eyes, a cute little nose and thick lips on a mouth that seemed just a little too wide. She looked quizzically at Supergirl.

"Oh, no," Supergirl moaned. "Are the ninety days up already?"

"Indeed, they are," Miss Snrdlfrk said with a cackle.

"Why couldn't you just stay in the Fifth Dimension?" Supergirl asked as her hands, against her will, slapped down against the sides of her thighs.

"It's too boring," Miss Snrdlfrk said. "Besides I have a hazy memory that you did something bad to me the last time I was here and I want to find out what it was and take my revenge." She addressed the girls then. "What should we do with our prisoner?"

"Supergirl's an alien pest. Give her wallops, jabs, and bops," Supergirl heard the girls chant. "If you turn her into plastic, then we'll punch her 'til she pops!"

Supergirl watched in helpless horror as Miss Snrdlfrk contemplated her for a moment and then tapped her lightly on the shoulder.

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

"Don't worry," the pixie-witch assured her. "I made your plastic indestructible. I don't want you to pop. You're going to be our very special inflated plastic prisoner forever!"

"Whoo!" Carol crowed as she gave Supergirl a vicious punch that sent her to the floor with a whap. Light as air, Supergirl bounced smartly back upright to be punched again. "Did you see that?" Carol asked in delighted astonishment. "Did you see how eagerly she came back up for me? She must love being a punching bag!"

"No, I don't," Supergirl said, astonished that her words were audible. "Carol, please stop!"

"Oh, come on," Carol said. "I'm having too much fun. Look, girls," she said to her troop, "she looks just like a man's penis does when he thinks about sex. Maybe if I punch her just right, she'll jerk and throb for us?"

"No, Carol, please," Supergirl moaned. "Listen, I don't mind if you play with me,...."

"That's good," Carol said, giving Supergirl a sharp jab. "Because I just love feeling how soft you are and seeing how eagerly you bounce for me and there's nothing you can do about it."

"But I need to talk to you," Supergirl said.

"You can talk while you bounce for us," Miss Snrdlfrk said. "So, what should we talk about?"

Carol gave Supergirl a hard punch and then spread her arms, allowing Supergirl to bounce up against her body. As Supergirl hit her with a soft whap, Carol grabbed her and hugged her. Supergirl felt Carol's raincoat as if on her bare skin and started to come aroused.

"No, Carol, please," Supergirl begged. "The girls...."

"Oh, right," Carol said as she released her prisoner. "The girls." She stepped away from Supergirl and allowed the girls to take their turns playing with her.

"So what all happened the last time I was here?" Miss Snrdlfrk asked in a too pleasant voice. "I seem to remember that there were more people here. Can you, perhaps, shed some light on that subject?"

Karen stepped up to take Carol's place and walloped Supergirl as vigorously as Carol had done. Soft rubbery thumps filled the room as Karen punched her toy again and again and then let her friends take their turns.

"Look at her bounce for us!" Marti-Anne said.

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

"Yeah? Well, she can beg all she wants, but it won't do her any good," Carol said as she watched the inflated Girl of Plastic submit helplessly to her humiliation. "She's going to be our plastic prisoner forever!"

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

Several hours later Carol's turn came again and Carol punched Supergirl as eagerly as she had before.

"Oh," Carol enthused, "you're so soft, so firm, so fully inflated!" She punched Supergirl to the floor and then took a step forward and put her hands on her thighs. When Supergirl bounced back up she bounced off Carol's belly as Carol thrust her hips forward. The soft swish of plastic rubbing on plastic accompanied Carol's belly bouncing of her toy and Supergirl felt Carol's warmth in the plastic of her raincoat as it rubbed against her. She felt completely naked, felt as if Carol were masturbating her with her raincoat, and came aroused. Carol belly bounced Supergirl harder and Supergirl tipped farther over on each bounce, eventually tipping back halfway to the floor before Carol acknowledged that she couldn't bounce her any farther.

At last Carol called a halt to the sparring party and took the girls to prepare their dinner. Miss Snrdlfrk confronted Supergirl then, playfully jabbing a finger into her to make her rock to and fro.

"You didn't answer my question," she said.

"I've been a little distracted," Supergirl said. She had also had time to think and asked, "Why haven't you asked your friends in there the question that you asked me?"

"Ah," the pixie replied, "it seems that someone," she gave Supergirl a significant look, "had convinced them that I was not their friend, so I had to put an obedience spell upon them before I had time to think the situation through. Unfortunately, obedience spells make memory unreliable: whatever information they may have possessed on my last visit to this lovely place was corrupted. But I don't need to put an obedience spell on you, so your memory is intact and you can provide the information that I crave. So what happened here on my last visit?"

"You turned me into an inflated plastic toy," Supergirl said, "and allowed your friends to play with me."

"As I have done this time," Miss Snrdlfrk commented. "Yes. You do seem more suited to being a blow-up bimbo."

"Thanks for that pleasant thought," Supergirl said sourly.

"The pleasure is mine," Miss Snrdlfrk replied. "So, tell me, why do I feel as if there should be more people here?"

"I don't know," Supergirl said. "The Girl Scouts are the only people who are supposed to be here. I didn't keep count last time, but perhaps several girls couldn't come this time?"

"Mmm, perhaps," the pixie-witch said, sounding not at all convinced. She drifted over to the bed Carol usually slept in and floated down onto it to sit cross-legged and simply watch the activity going on around her.

Night had fallen and Carol and the Girl Scouts came back into the sleeping room to play with Supergirl some more. They had taken off their raincoats and were carrying them only to toss them onto their beds. Then the girls bopped their special punching toy some more while Carol held a whispered conference with Miss Snrdlfrk. A moment later Carol came to confront their prisoner.

Without warning, Miss Snrdlfrk reversed her transformation of Supergirl into a punching bag and put her under an obedience spell. Supergirl felt dizzy as the room echoed with an implosive thump and then stood dazed as if waiting for something to happen. She was aware that her superpowers had returned to her, but she had no desire to use them. She did notice that her memory seemed unaffected by the obedience spell, though on further thought she wondered how she could tell.

"Now, Stuporgirl," Carol commanded, "take off all of your clothes!"

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

Next Carol handed her a flat package and told her to open it. It was a polyethylene envelope with the Pert and Pretty™ name and logo printed upon it along with the style name of the shower cap inside. Supergirl had to look twice at the name before she understood. The shower cap was apparently Pert and Pretty's™ "Lesbian Pleasure Slave" style. She was certain that Pert and Pretty™ would never make such a style and felt even more certain when she took out the shower cap and saw that it was a duplicate of Vindi Spuschwanker's "Greek Fantasy" shower cap: it was made of transparent-gray plastic on which a wreath pattern of silvery-green olive leaves and pale brown olive twigs had been printed. A gray rubber band converted the disc of soft, skin-smooth plastic into a beret-style shower cap.

Apparently Miss Snrdlfrk still had some subconscious memories of her last visit and Supergirl did not want them becoming conscious memories, especially those involving Vindi and her gangsterettes: she had to get rid of the pixie pest and hope that a second precipitous return to her world would erase those memories for good. Supergirl recalled one of those memories and the mixed feelings that went with it.

Supergirl remembered how Vindi had taken Carol's shower cap from her locker and held it out to her.

"Put this on!" Vindi had commanded.

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

As she had done then she now displayed the feminine expertise of putting on a shower cap. This time it was a copy of Vindi's shower cap and pleasant memories started to arouse her libido again. She tried to resist, but Carol's next command made her fail utterly.

"Since you believe that we are your friends," Carol said to her, "we want you to enjoy the experience of being our slave. So get yourself nice and hot!"

Supergirl felt her heart rate increase, felt her breathing deepen and speed up, and felt warm quivery thrills flash through her body. She felt a soft prickling in her nipples as they swelled and stiffened. She became intensely aware of Carol standing directly in front of her, intensely aware of how pretty she was and how sexy she was with her large breasts pushing out against the fabric of her shirt, and intensely aware that as a consequence she was falling deeply in love with her. She felt so much love that when Carol rested a hand on her shoulder she drew a deep quavery breath, arched her back, and felt the pressure in her crotch slide her clitoris a full inch out of its sheath. She was close to climax. If Carol would only....

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

Again Supergirl felt an explosion inside her and heard the loud rubbery whump. She felt the daze lifted from her mind and then felt as if she were inhaling a very deep breath and puffing out her belly. She looked down and saw her belly grow plump and round, bulging out a full six inches more than normal. When the process ended she looked as if she were pregnant.

"Yah, Stuporgirl's a slut," Adrienne taunted.

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

But her tormentors weren't through yet. Michelle brought a Girl Scout apron from the kitchen. Made of the same soft, skin-smooth, transparent-green plastic used in the Girl Scouts' raincoats, it had a wide, ankle-length skirt and a large opaque-green trefoil was printed on the bib somewhat as Supergirl's ess-on-a-shield emblem was emblazoned across the bodice of her blue minidress. Apparently Michelle had won some kind of lottery, so she was allowed the privilege of putting the apron on Supergirl. She slipped the yoke over Supergirl's head and taking Supergirl in a half embrace, reached around her to tie the ties behind her back in a neat bow. Then she stood back and examined her handiwork.

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

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

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

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

When the girls were all comfortable in bed, Carol turned the lights out and escorted Supergirl into the guest bedroom. There Carol told Supergirl that she would be sleeping in the bed across the room from the window. But first there was something that they had to do. At Carol's command Supergirl took off the apron she was wearing and draped it over a chair. Then she stood and waited for Carol's next command, intensely aware of how helpless she seemed as she stood wearing nothing but a plastic shower cap.

Carol, for her part, was still wearing her own Pert and Pretty™ Autumn Leaves shower cap. It was made of soft, smooth, transparent-blue plastic with red, orange, and yellow leaves printed on it in a swirling display suggestive of a tiara. A blue rubber band transformed a simple disc of plastic film into the waterproof beret now being puffed out by Carol's hair. "You got to wear this shower cap the last time you were our plastic prisoner," Carol said, gently patting the plastic. "Now I get to wear it while I play with you."

Supergirl remembered how she had started to come aroused by the sensations of wearing Carol's shower cap when Vindi had compelled her to put it on. She had felt deeply humiliated by that incident, so when she and the Girl Scouts had completed their mutual rescue she had taken the shower cap off and handed it back to Carol, saying "I'm not sure you want this back." Carol had accepted the shower cap with a smile and had said, "I'd share a shower cap with you any day of the week." Supergirl knew that Carol had not meant that comment in a sexual way, but nonetheless she had enjoyed erotic dreams of her and Carol taking showers together, each wearing the other's shower cap.

Supergirl didn't have much time for such reveries. Carol had gone to the other bed and picked up her raincoat. She brought the raincoat to Supergirl, offered it to her, and told her to put it on.

Knowing that she was totally helpless, Supergirl obeyed. She accepted the raincoat and slipped her arms into the sleeves. The plastic let out a soft swish as she put the coat on and ran her hands over it. She closed the magnetic patches down the placket and smoothed the plastic down her body. Feeling another woman's personal plastic on her bare skin made quivery thrills shoot through her and she became even more intensely aware of her sexually overheated state. It took an effort of will to keep herself from pushing the plastic into her crotch and masturbating herself to climax. Only the presence of the Girl Scout emblem on the raincoat helped her to control her impulse. She stroked the opaque forest-green plastic trefoil applique that had been heat-sealed to the raincoat's plastic just above her left breast as if to remind Carol, as much as herself, of the moral qualities it represented. But Carol simply looked her over and said, "Now, I want you to pleasure yourself with my raincoat as you would with me."

"I...I don't think that's such a good...," Supergirl started to say.

"No, no," Carol said as she pulled the raincoat's hood up over Supergirl's shower cap and tied the doubled-plastic ribbon ties in a neat bow under Supergirl's chin. "I want you to do it." She took Supergirl in an embrace and hugged her against her naked body. "Come on, now. I want you to come to a nice, hot climax for me."

"But...but...," Supergirl tried to protest. Her face was pressed against Carol's bare shoulder, so she could feel the bigger woman's warmth. Carol's skin was rubbery soft and smooth and the pale freckles scattered across it only emphasized its slight translucence. Supergirl felt Carol's breasts pressing the raincoat's plastic hot against her own and her nipples felt even stiffer than before. She felt Carol's belly pressing warm against the plastic on hers, pressing with the rhythm of Carol's breathing. She heard Carol's breath, starting to deepen and shake in her ear. She wanted to comply with Carol's demand, but was afraid to let herself go.

"Do it!" Carol whispered with warm breath against the raincoat's hood. She put her right hand on Supergirl's buttocks and pressed her closer. Her voice was definitely quivering when she said quietly, "I am so much in love with you, Supergirl! I want you so much it hurts!"

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

"Just do it!" Carol whispered with a hint of desperation in her voice. "I want you to get yourself hot for me. You're my prisoner; you can't refuse me." She sounded like she was about to cry. She squeezed Supergirl even harder.

So Supergirl used both hands to push Carol's raincoat into her crotch and to rub its plastic against her labia and clitoris. She was trembling, as much from fear that the intense emotion would break the spell on Carol and leave her outraged at her as from lust. But then Carol pushed her hips forward and Supergirl felt her clitoris press against the back of her left hand, felt how hard it was, and all inhibition evaporated.

"Oh, Carol!" she said, half sobbing with emotion. She rubbed Carol's plastic against the insides of her thighs and on her clitoris and felt the sexual heat within her intensify until she was ready to explode. "Oh, Carol!" she moaned in a trembling voice. She felt herself pressed against Carol's softness and warmth, felt Carol's plastic soft, smooth, and warm on her skin, heard the soft swish of the plastic more or less keeping time with Carol's heavy breathing. She felt Carol holding her, pressing rhythmically against her. Looking up just as Carol rested her head on her shoulder, Supergirl felt Carol's body-warm shower cap shoved gently into her face and she climaxed, jerking and writhing in Carol's embrace. For a long minute she shuddered as she felt as if sexual heat were gushing from her clitoris in powerful spurts that slowly tapered off and faded away. She let her hands slide out of her crotch then and she stood submissively in Carol's embrace.

"Now, Supergirl," Carol said as she brought her head up off her shoulder. Supergirl looked up at Carol and immediately felt Carol's lips pressed against hers. Carol held the kiss for a long moment and then pulled back from her prisoner, releasing her. "Now, Supergirl," Carol said, "take off my raincoat and get into bed!"

Supergirl saw that Carol was pointing toward the same bed in which Vindi had ravished her three months earlier. More than a little reluctantly, Supergirl took off Carol's raincoat and let Carol take it from her, then she went to the bed and got into it, lying on her back. She watched Carol lay her raincoat onto the other bed and waited, trembling with anticipation of what was surely to come.

Carol came to stand by the bed and turned out the light. Then she looked down at Supergirl and swore her lover's oath,

"On my libido I will do my best

to heat up my id and my body

and to obey my animal urges;

to help my lover get totally hot;

to keep myself heavily panting,

excitedly trembling and clitorally straight."

Then she half turned and sat down on the bed.

"Carol, that's a parody of the Boy Scout Oath," Supergirl said with a nervous giggle.

"Yeah, well the Girl Scout Oath doesn't lend itself to such easy mockery," Carol replied as she laid herself down and slid herself under the covers.

Supergirl lay quietly on her back and waited. She trembled in anticipation of Carol mounting her. She didn't have long to wait.

Carol half rolled to her left, sliding her left arm under Supergirl's back and gripping Supergirl's left shoulder with her right hand. "I can't believe I'm actually going to do this," she said with a tremulous voice. She put her lips on Supergirl's and kissed her prisoner long and passionately as she rolled herself on top of Supergirl and slid her right thigh between Supergirl's legs.

"Oh, you're so nice and fat," Carol gloated as she bounced slightly on Supergirl's inflated body. "You must be pregnant with a really big raincoat."

"If I wanted to get pregnant with a raincoat," Supergirl said softly, "it would be yours."

Carol let out a long moan of pleasure, then put her left cheek on Supergirl's and whispered in her ear with trembling hot breath, "I know that you got all hot over wearing my shower cap last time. I know it's because you're secretly in love with me and couldn't admit it. Well, now it doesn't have to be a secret." She began to kiss Supergirl's neck.

"No," Supergirl replied. "It's not a secret any more. I want you so much, I'll be your slave forever." She was intensely aware of Carol's breasts pressing soft and hot against hers and she reached up with both hands to touch them, to knead them and caress them. Her voice squeaked as she said, "I just couldn't wait for you to get on top of me. And now I'm all yours, to have and to hold, forever."

"Yes," Carol agreed as she tightened her embrace on Supergirl, "now you're my soft, warm, plastic sex prisoner and I just can't get enough of you." She gasped as Supergirl pushed on her breast and made their nipples slide past her own. As Supergirl's nipples slid across her aureoles Carol shoved her right thigh hard into Supergirl's crotch and began sliding her own crotch up and down Supergirl's right thigh. Her breath was coming in squeaky little grunts that sounded of desperation and Supergirl responded in kind.

Supergirl felt the libido inside her swelling, making her feel like an overinflated balloon. She stroked and caressed Carol in an effort to get her even hotter. Then she felt a tickling in her clitoris as Carol gasped, "Here it comes!"

Suddenly Carol's whole body shuddered and Supergirl jerked and bucked in her grasp. Both women were whimpering softly as they convulsed together. For a long minute Supergirl was aware of nothing but Carol squeezing her and punching her with her body and the pulsating heat of her orgasm.

And then it was over. Carol, panting heavily, lay upon her prisoner and made slow, gentle little thrusts of her hips as if to wring the last few drops of lust out of her system. She turned her head to rest it on Supergirl's pillow and the plastic of her shower cap brushed body-warm against Supergirl's cheek and triggered another orgasm.

"Don't let go!" Supergirl repeated over and over as she writhed and squirmed in Carol's grasp. She kissed Carol's shower cap unashamedly to stimulate herself further, but after another minute she, too, ran out of libido and went limp as Carol had done. Carol, for her part, had gone to sleep.

With Carol warm and heavy on top of her, Supergirl recalled to mind her memory of when Vindi had taken her to bed:

<<Turned into a living inflated plastic doll while wearing Carol's shower cap, she had been made to wear Vindi's transparent-black plastic raincoat and a transparent-green plastic Girl Scout apron and to serve her captresses as a maid. After the other women had gone to bed, Vindi had taken her into the guest bedroom, commanded her to take off the raincoat and apron, and to get into bed. Then she had seen Vindi take off her robe, drop it onto the bed next to the raincoat and then come to stand by the bed she was in as if to gloat over her. She had felt an electric thrill that was not entirely fear shoot through her as she looked up at her captress standing over her.

<<"At last I've got you right where I want you," Vindi said in a slightly quavery voice. "You're all mine now. I just wish that I could tell the world that the mighty Supergirl is my very own personal plastic prisoner!"

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

<<"I am so hot!" she whispered. "And all because of you! Come to me, my pretty love slave!"

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

<<Vindi's voice trembled as she said, "Oh, my God, I can't believe I'm really, truly fucking Supergirl!" Vindi moaned as she kissed Supergirl's left cheek. "How can you stand it?" Vindi whispered into Supergirl's ear. "You're being so submissive. Do you really like being my soft plastic sex prisoner?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The next morning, when the sun was just beginning to fill the land with light, she came awake, but not in her usual instantly awake way. On this morning she came slowly out of her dream and seemed to go into another one, but the new dream became progressively more vivid and turned into the real world. Then she remembered: she no longer had her superpowers.

She felt Carol warm against her back and turned over just as she came awake. A tremor ran through her when she saw the way in which Carol was looking at her.

"My big fat plastic prisoner," Carol whispered. "You're so soft and warm! Are you ready to please me again?"

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

She felt herself coming aroused and simply gave in to the feeling. Seeing Carol's brown hair puffing out the shiny transparent-blue plastic of her shower cap right in front of her eyes made her feel warm and quivery inside. The shower cap appeared to her as a warm halo around Carol's head. She became intensely aware of the pressure in her clitoris and she soon discerned that the signs of Carol's arousal, her panting, her trembling, her clitoris pressing into her prisoner's thigh, were getting her hot. Soon she surrendered unconditionally to the heat. She put her arms around Carol's back and began to stroke Carol to heat her up even more. Trying to keep her cries as quiet as possible lest the girls in the next room overhear her, she called out her commitment to her lover, "Oh, Carol!" over and over again.

Slowly, as if to prolong the experience, to savor its sensations, Carol began to move. She thrust her hips lazily to and fro, sliding her clitoris up and down Supergirl's thigh. "I love you so much!" she panted into Supergirl's ear and squeezed her as if trying to make her pop. "I love you, my hot plastic Supergirl!"

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

Then Carol jerked. Suddenly she began ramming her clitoris more forcefully against Supergirl's thigh and making quavery grunting sounds. As she convulsed in climax, she made Supergirl climax all the harder. Then, all too soon, it was over and Carol lay panting on her toy. A moment later Supergirl felt the hot flash of Carol's post-coital blush and felt a small second climax flash through her.

After resting for a time, Carol got up and used the bedsheet to wipe her crotch slobber off Supergirl's leg. Then she commanded her slave to get up and get dressed. Again Supergirl put on the Girl Scout apron and then stood submissively as Carol got dressed, waiting for her mistress's command.

When Carol and Supergirl came out into the cabin's main room, they found that Miss Snrdlfrk and the girls were already up and dressed. Several of the girls were examining her costume and Adrienne held up her cape.

"You know," Adrienne said, "she's never going to need this again. Shouldn't we make something useful out of it?"

"Indeed so," Miss Snrdlfrk replied. "So what did you have in mind?"

Adrienne held up the cape and said, "this would make a nice air mattress."

So Miss Snrdlfrk waved her hand and Supergirl's cape turned into an inflated red-plastic air mattress with a soft thump.

Brenda held up Supergirl's blue minidress and said, "This would also be nice to lie on in the lake."

Again Miss Snrdlfrk waved her hand and Supergirl's minidress emitted a bass drumbeat as it turned into an inflated blue-plastic pool mattress that had a yellow stripe around its middle and the ess-on-a-shield emblem on the pillow.

As Supergirl watched helplessly, Miss Snrdlfrk turned her boots into two large red beach balls. As a final indignity, Supergirl had to watch as her panties were turned into a pale-blue-plastic pool pony that the girls could ride on the lake.

The day was already turning warm, so the girls put on their bathing suits and took their new toys outside to play with them. Miss Snrdlfrk went off by herself to wreak some mischief upon the world and its people and left Carol and the girls to take turns playing with Supergirl in the bedroom. Supergirl discovered quickly that she responded too eagerly to being used as a sex toy by a dozen over-heated teenaged girls. To make matters worse, the girls were unfamiliar with the sex act, so she was obliged to teach them things that they had never suspected about themselves.

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On the third day of her captivity Supergirl became a punching bag again. This time the girls made Supergirl put on an apron and Miss Snrdlfrk turned the apron into a sand-weighted balloon that enclosed the lower part of Supergirl's body and kept her bouncing upright when she was knocked over. The apron was Pert and Pretty's™ "O'ahu Hula" serving apron. It was an ankle-length, wrap-around skirt made of transparent-lime plastic on which opaque leaves of long grass were printed. Prior to the transformation, Supergirl was compelled to wrap the apron around her waist and then to tie the doubled-plastic ties in a neat bow in front of her.

Again Carol and the girls took their turns punching her. But this time her arms were free, so she was able to bring them up to try to fend off the blows that were directed at her. She discovered quickly that a balloon is completely helpless, however free she is to move. All she succeeded in doing was to inject a small amount of uncertainty into which way she would wobble. Soon she gave up and pressed her hands to the sides of her thighs and submitted to her captresses' pugilistic attentions.

Later, that afternoon, Miss Snrdlfrk took the girls on a field trip, leaving Carol alone with her Supergirl punching bag. Carol wasted little time taking off all of her clothes. Then she confronted her prisoner.

Carol gave Supergirl a quick playful jab and Supergirl heard a soft rubbery thump, felt the jolt throughout her entire body, and tipped over backward almost to the floor, then bounced smartly back up to a collision with Carol, who waited for her with open arms. When she whapped into Carol, Carol grabbed her in an embrace and held her. Carol slid her arms down the bag and lifted its base off the floor and then belly bounced it as Supergirl desperately clung to her. Carol pressed her left cheek against soft, skin-smooth, body-warm plastic and felt the bag pneumatically thump her clitoris as she thrust her belly against it and let it swing back to hit her.

Supergirl felt Carol's bare skin pressing against hers. Again she noticed that she felt completely naked. Her tactile sense had apparently been transferred directly to the plastic on which she was a mere image. She felt Carol's warmth and softness. She felt the rubbery smoothness of Carol's skin rubbing against her plastic and she felt Carol's clitoris poking into her crotch, arousing her own lust and getting her hot. She wrapped her arms around Carol's neck and held her desperately.

Carol was breathing heavily now and uttering a squealy grunt each time the bag bounced off the top of her crotch. "My prisoner at last!" she moaned, "My plastic prisoner at last!" She had both arms wrapped tightly around Supergirl, pressing Supergirl's face against her cheek and squeezing her hard. She continued belly bouncing her toy for several more minutes and then loosened her grip to let the bag slide down a few inches, sliding down the front of her body, until its weighted base rested again on the floor. She spread her legs and pushed the bag between them so that she could rub her clitoris and labia against it. She emitted her squealy grunts in rapid little series, ending each series with a half-sobbing moan. Then she ended a series with prolonged grunts that took an air of desperation. She jerked against the bag and trembled as she writhed against it. She moaned, "Oh, Supergirl!" over and over again. And then she stopped and stood embracing her new punching bag, panting and stroking the soft, smooth plastic.

For her part Supergirl felt her own arousal, unsatisfied, fade away. She had hoped that Carol's movements would bring her to climax, but, alas, they were not sufficient. Without direct contact with Supergirl's genitalia, Carol could arouse her but not finish her off.

After resting for a time, Carol tightened her embrace of Supergirl, picked her up, and carried her into her bathroom. "Now, my pretty plastic sex prisoner," she gloated, "it's time for us to take a shower together." She put Supergirl into the shower stall and turned her so that she could watch her mistress put on her shower cap. Carol slipped her blue plastic beret over her hair and then tucked stray wisps under the rubber band before coming to get into the shower stall with Supergirl.

She embraced her prisoner again and Supergirl heard a swishing from Carol's shower cap caressing the plastic of her shower cap. She felt naked and again felt Carol's bare skin soft, smooth, and warm on her plastic. Carol stood with her feet apart and hugged her Supergirl bag to push it partway between her legs. Supergirl felt Carol's erect clitoris pushing against her plastic. Carol pulled her head back, gazed into Supergirl's eyes, and sighed, "My big blowup lesbo love doll!" She was breathing heavily now and on every inhalation she pressed her belly harder against Supergirl. Then she rubbed herself against her toy and brought herself to another hot, shuddering climax, again arousing Supergirl's lust and leaving it unsatisfied.

Carol turned on the water in the shower and bathed herself and Supergirl. As she soaped and rinsed Supergirl, she made sure to turn her so that she could get a good look at the transparent-blue plastic shower curtain and, in particular, at the scene painted upon it. The scene showed Supergirl kneeling before naked, shower-capped Carol and kissing her crotch as naked, shower-capped girls stood by, watched, and awaited their turns.

When she had finished with her shower and both she and Supergirl were clean and dry, Carol took Supergirl back to the main room to serve again as the troop's punching bag. Later, when the girls got ready for bed, Miss Snrdlfrk reversed the punching bag transformation, leaving Supergirl standing inflated and wearing only a serving apron.

Once the girls were all tucked into bed and Miss Snrdlfrk had laid herself down on Carol's bed with the toys she had made from Supergirl's costume, Carol led Supergirl back into the guest bedroom. As Supergirl went to stand submissively by the bed where Carol had ravished her the previous two nights, Carol took off all of her clothes. Naked, Carol came to her prisoner, put her arms around her, and held her close as she untied the apron. She held Supergirl for a long moment, savoring her softness and warmth, and then released her so that she could go drop the apron onto the other bed, where her own raincoat lay. With a wicked smile, she picked up her raincoat.

"All of this green plastic," Carol gloated as she held her raincoat up toward Supergirl. "It must seem like you're surrounded by kryptonite. It makes you feel helpless, doesn't it?"

"Yes," Supergirl said a little uncertainly.

"Good!" Carol said as she draped the raincoat over the chair by the bed. "I want my plastic Supergirl to be my helpless pleasure slave." She got into bed next to Supergirl, turned out the light, and then rolled over and put her hand on Supergirl's belly, stroking it and then moving her hand up to stroke Supergirl's breasts. Supergirl felt her nipples seem to swell and stiffen anew under Carol's touch and she felt her heart start to beat harder and faster.

Carol hesitated then, but Supergirl reached up and stroked her breasts, then slid her arms around her as if to pull her down on top of her, and kissed her. Both women were panting now and Carol mounted Supergirl, sliding her right thigh between Supergirl's legs.

Supergirl felt Carol come down soft and hot on her and began letting out quavery squeals and yips. She felt warm pressure build up in her crotch and felt as if her clitoris were growing and sliding forward in its sheath until it poked into the hot, rubbery flesh of Carol's thigh.

"Oh, Carol!" she half moaned, half sobbed.

Carol slid her arms around Supergirl, embracing her, and began to move, pushing her hips to and fro and sliding her own clitoris on Supergirl's right thigh. With each stroke she evoked another yip from Supergirl. She put her left cheek on Supergirl's and Supergirl felt the plastic of her shower cap warm on her face and grew even hotter. The sound of the two women's breathing took on an almost desperate urgency and Carol matched Supergirl's quavery squeals with tremulous moans of her own. They kissed each other on the neck and shoulders and Supergirl stroked Carol's biceps.

Then Supergirl felt something tickle her clitoris and she jerked. She bucked and writhed as she felt hot libido seem to gush from her clitoris in long, hard spurts and waves of warmth spread throughout her body. Carol reached her own climax a few seconds later and convulsed on Supergirl, her shudders and spasms only inflaming Supergirl's lust all the more. Supergirl wasn't even conscious of Carol any more, being completely enveloped in a pulsating cloud of sexual heat.

Then it was over. The passion storm abated and the two women lay in mutual embrace, breathing heavily. A moment later, one after the other, they gave each other an extra flash of heat from their post-coital blushes. And then they rested, cooling down toward the night's sleep.

Supergirl discovered that the sound of Carol's breathing soothed her and the feel of Carol rising and falling on her with each breath aroused warm thoughts. Again she recalled to mind her memories of being Vindi's plastic prisoner:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

<<After resting for a time, Vindi got up and used the bedsheet to wipe her crotch slobber off Supergirl's leg. Then she commanded her slave to get up and get dressed. Again Supergirl put on Vindi's raincoat and the Girl Scout apron and then stood submissively, waiting for her mistress's command.>>

She was still awake, still aware of Carol asleep on top of her. She had enjoyed having sex with Carol and she could probably spend the rest of their lives together as Carol's love slave. But she had a more compelling obligation, one that precluded being anyone's toy. She had to rid this world of Miss Snrdlfrk and her magic. She had to find a way to make the imp say "Kerf l'droons". Only by tricking her into saying her name backwards could Supergirl rid this world of the little witch and her spells. And, she knew, she would have to do it in a way that the pixie-witch would not take any interesting memories with her.

Her opportunity came on the third night of her captivity. The girls had decided that they would tell ghost stories.

Supergirl remembered an elaborate ghost story that Jan Butler, one of Linda's sorority sisters at Alpha Lambda, had told one night. It had gone on and on, like a shaggy-dog story, and was as much a joke as a ghost story. It was called Poultry-geist, The Curse of the Ghost Chickens and it was ideal for her purpose. So for hours she dragged out the story, making sure that a certain French explorer not only came into and went out of the story, but that he was implicated as being the key to the story's secret. At last she brought the story to an end, albeit with a few loose ends. Her trap was set...and sprung.

"What happeded to that French explorer?" Miss Snrdlfrk asked.

"What French explorer?" Supergirl asked.

"The one you called Jacquerf l'Drounsville," Miss Snrdlfrk said with an air of annoyance.

"Oh," Supergirl said. "He got bored and went home because nothing happened. NOTHING HAPPENED!"

"Nothing happened," Miss Snrdlfrk repeated as if under a spell. Then she noticed that the air around was sparkling and that she herself was turning transparent. "No!" she cried out as a glittering patch of fog swirled up around her. "Oh, you SNEAKY darned witch!" she screamed at Supergirl just before the little cloud, with her in it, disappeared with a soft pop.

A thump as one might get from a bass drum led a quick series of softer thumps: Supergirl and her costume had regained their normal forms and compositions. Seeing that Carol and the girls were still in a daze, presumably an aftereffect of the obedience spell that had just broken, Supergirl took off the apron and her shower cap. She happened to glance at the envelope in which her new shower cap had come and saw that the name "Lesbian Pleasure Slave" had changed back to "Greek Fantasy". Tossing the apron and shower cap onto one of the beds, she went to get dressed.

She had just straightened her cape and given her hair a flip when she heard keening moans and gasping sobs. She heard the sounds of a dozen girls breaking into tears.

"Oh my God, what have we done?" Carol moaned as she broke down and wept too.

"What do you mean?" Supergirl asked. "Why are you all crying?"

"How can you stand to look at us after what we did to you?" Brenda sobbed.

"Well, first of all," Supergirl said as she went over and put a comforting hand on Brenda's shoulder, "you didn't do anything to me. It was Miss Snrdlfrk who did bad things to me: she just used you to do them. It's not your fault. And besides, none of you did anything really mean to me. That means that there's a limit to what that little witch could make you do, and that means that you have more moral strength than you think you do."

"But it was so disgusting!" Irene moaned.

"I suppose it was," Supergirl said. Then she addressed all of the girls and asked, "Do you all remember a time when you got really sick and did all kinds of disgusting things?"

The girls admitted that they did.

"And you don't feel responsible for those disgusting things, now, do you?"

Again the girls agreed with her.

"Because getting sick is not your fault. It's something that happens to you. It comes to you, even though you don't want it to, and you just endure it until its over, then you go back to normal."

"So this whole thing was just like all of us being sick?" Shiffondra said.

"It's a good way to look at it," Supergirl said. "I certainly don't want you girls blaming yourselves for what happened."

"B...but we raped you!" Adrienne said and broke into tears anew.

"No," Supergirl said, "you didn't. Rape is an expression of hatred. The rapist hates women in the same way the Nazis hated the Jews: he wants them to be scapegoats for his failures because he lacks the courage to face the challenges of being a man. I didn't feel that kind of moral weakness from any of you. I felt only love, though maybe it was just a little bit too intimate." She knelt down and used a corner of her cape to dab at Adrienne's tears. "So if Miss Snrdlfrk wanted you to make me feel raped, then you, all of you, made her fail. And that fact reflects a moral strength you can all take pride in."

"But we gave you such bad memories of us and of this place," Carol said.

Supergirl held out her hand and waggled it. "Enh, maybe not all that bad," she said. "When I was in school in Argo City part of my physical education involved wrestling with the other girls in my class and we did it in the nude, so I'm not unaccustomed to feeling girls' bodies pressed against me. It was just a little weird that it was sexual, but even that's no big deal where I come from."

"So we're still friends?" Karen asked with a sniffle, her voice still shaking.

"We're still friends," Supergirl said. "And we always will be."

"Why did you yell 'Nothing happened' at Miss Snrdlfrk just as she left?" Shiffondra asked.

"Well," Supergirl said, "she clearly remembered some things from last time."

"But you said that they couldn't remember anything," Brenda objected. "At least that's what you told Vindi's gang."

"You misunderstood me," Supergirl said. "I actually said that their experiences in this world fade like a dream. That means that they remember very little of their experiences here, but they can still retain some hazy and disjointed memories of their visits. So I'm hoping that this time our Miss Snrdlfrk will remember that nothing happened. Remember she said that she came here because she finds her own world boring. My hope is that she will now remember our world as boring, a place where nothing happened."

"So we'll never see her again," Irene commented hopefully.

"That would be nice," Carol said and all the girls agreed.

It was late and Carol and the girls were sleepy. Even Supergirl felt a bit drowsy after her ordeal. So they all went to bed, Carol getting her own bed back and Supergirl getting the guest bedroom to herself. She felt a little strange sleeping in the bed where Vindi and Carol had played with her, but she had warm dreams that she replayed for hours.

That first night was the hardest for her. She woke up in the wee hours of the morning shedding hot tears into her pillow, tears of both shame and sorrow. The shame came from wanting to diminish herself to the status of another woman's sex toy and the sorrow came from the realization that she would never again feel Carol soft and hot on top of her. She found that she actually missed having Carol on top of her, even though she knew that the two of them could not actually have such a relationship. Memories and dreams were all that she could ever have of sex with Carol.

During the day Supergirl went on nature hikes with Carol and the girls, using her x-ray vision to find things that the girls would not have found on their own. In the evenings or when it rained again she told stories of her life in Argo City and participated in the board games in which her superpowers would not give her an unfair advantage, and again lost terribly at Monopoly.

"I come from a socialist utopia," she said by way of explanation when Marti-Anne asked why she was so bad at the game. "I'm not accustomed to this cut-throat competition that you Earth people enjoy."

The day after Supergirl sent Miss Snrdlfrk back to the Fifth Dimension, she and Carol were alone in the cabin preparing lunch for the girls.

"Did you really mean all those things you said to me while I was playing with you?" Carol asked.

"Do you want me to?" Supergirl asked with an innocent, demure smile. She batted her eyelashes coyly at Carol.

Carol's eyes went wide with horror. "No!" she said.

Supergirl chuckled. "I think in part the obedience spell that Miss Snrdlfrk put on me may have affected me even when I had been turned into a plastic doll, so I think I responded to your demands that I express love for you more than I would have if I had been truly free to speak my mind. So, to answer your question, I have to say that I was not truly serious."

Relieved, Carol shared the laugh.

When the time finally came for Supergirl to leave, to return to Stanhope, she and her friends hugged each other and cried. They went outside then, went down to the grassy patch by the lakeside. Rain fell on them and they heard the soft roar of its fall, the spattering hiss of raindrops hitting the lake, the sigh of wind in the trees, and the patting of raindrops on their raincoats. Being surrounded by girls wearing transparent-green plastic, Supergirl felt strangely warm inside. Then she stood on her thrust and watched the camp fall away from her, looking down and waving at her friends until she knew that they could no longer see her.

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Several weeks after the start of classes Linda contrived an excuse to go to Midvale for a weekend. But Friday afternoon, instead of heading toward her adopted hometown, she turned her pink Volkswagen™ Beetle north, onto the Spruteville Road and drove into the forest. She came to a certain tight curve and, knowing that no one was close behind her, looked through the mountain ahead of her and saw that no one was coming from that direction. She executed a quick u-turn, pulled off the road, and parked by a sheer rock face, putting the car into neutral before turning off the engine.

Getting out of the car, she looked around. Again the mountains turned transparent for her, enabling her to look for miles down the road in both directions. At the same time she listened for the presence of any people in the vicinity and heard no sounds of breathing or heartbeats. Satisfied that there were no witnesses around, Linda lifted the rock face with her left hand and with her right hand pulled on her car's front bumper to get it moving into the small cave behind the rock. Once the car was on the turntable, its wheels settled into shallow wells meant to keep the car in its proper position, Linda came into the cave herself and let the rock back down.

Wasting no time, she took off her wig and outer clothes to transform herself into Supergirl. Then she dove into the tunnel behind the turntable. A few moments later she emerged from an old abandoned mine shaft as the false wall she had built deep within the mine closed behind her. Rising high into the stratosphere, she set her course north, toward Superman's Fortress of Solitude and the encapsulated City of Kandor. The last thousand miles she flew just above ground level, lest someone manage to track her radar signature, small though it was, and determine the location of her cousin's hideaway.

She hadn't been lying when she told her sorority sisters that she was going to visit her parents. She had simply failed to mention that her parents bore the names Zor-El and Alura and that they were every bit as Kryptonese as she was. After she and her foster parents had rescued them from the Survival Zone, a spooky realm to which they had consigned themselves when their home was destroyed by a meteor shower, Supergirl's natural parents had chosen to live in Kandor.

Made of a living composite of glass and ice, the Fortress of Solitude was an ever-shifting array of transparent and translucent spars and beams. Pale Arctic sunlight glittered from bizarre crystalline shapes and strange grinding moans filled the frigid air. Floating through the corridors of the place, she came eventually to a wide room that no one lacking x-ray vision would ever find. There, sitting on a waist-high, ten-foot-wide pedestal, sat a roughly pyramid-shaped crystalline entity that, unlike the Fortress itself, flickered and pulsed with shades of red light.

When the people of Earth thought of the City of Kandor, Krypton's ancient capitol, they usually envisioned a kind of futuristic array of skyscrapers shrunken down and enclosed in a glass bottle, like a model ship. But the insane cyborg Brenn ey-Yakh had not so much shrunken the city as he had taken the patch of spacetime in which it was embedded and essentially encoded it into a hyper-spatiotemporal structure. However delicate it appeared, all needles, sheets, and prisms of crystal meeting each other in a wild melee of angles, it was harder than any material known to terrestrial science. Further, it seemed to draw upon an endless supply of energy, leading some scientists whom Superman had consulted to conclude that it tapped into the quantum vacuum directly and exploited the unexploitable zero-point energy of the Universe.

Inside the bottle, if "inside" is the right word for such a thing, the people lived normal, if restricted, lives. Krypton's red sub-giant sun, or a reasonable facsimile thereof, continued to rise and set on schedule and even the bit of the Eiu Sea on the east side of the city continued to manifest the tides that should no longer have ebbed and flowed. All the city required from "outside" was fissionable material for the nuclear power plants and even that requirement was being mooted by the continuous conversion of the city's power stations to the use of kryptonite under the guidance of Supergirl's mother.

Supergirl came to the Earthside portal of the hyperspatial tunnel that led into the city. To minimize the cleansing procedures that she would have to undergo, she took off all of her clothes and put them onto a shelf next to the clothes that her parents had left for their occasional forays out of the city. She didn't so much open the portal then as she seemed to ignite it.

She had seen black ice on the roads around Midvale and Stanhope in the winter and it was black ice that she saw before her now. From the ceiling and the floor of the room jutted stalactites and stalagmites of black ice arranged in circles, one above the other, about six feet wide. All straight lines and flat planes, unlike the analogous features in limestone caverns, they resembled nothing so much as teeth with which the Fortress might devour an intruder. Supergirl pulled a crystalline rod from a cavity on the outside of one stalagmite and slipped it into the cavity next to it.

The soft clink of crystal upon crystal was almost lost in the whistling of the Arctic wind through the Fortress and then, as if in echo, strange, sighing tinklings emanated from the space defined by the stalactites and stalagmites. The palest ghost of a deep violet flame filled the space and Supergirl, completely naked and carrying only the package of pictures and samples that she had brought with her, walked into it as ætherial tentacles reached out to embrace her.

She felt her superpowers fade away as she entered the tunnel and felt her weight increase as she walked toward the red light beckoning in the distance. As she approached the Kandorian end of the tunnel and her eyes adjusted, the light seemed to shift from red to white. Instead of appearing to her in shades of red, Kandor appeared in normal colors, even those colors in the near infrared that Earth people would never comprehend. She stepped out of the tunnel, passed through a gap in the array of black-ice stalactites and stalagmites, and shifted the crystalline control rod from one slot to another to close the tunnel. Then she confronted a trio of robots that had been waiting for her.

She addressed the mechanical men in a language that few Earthly ears had ever heard and spoke it at a rate over twice as fast as any Earthly language was spoken. The room she had come into was completely white and, aside from the portal, she and the robots were the only things in it. She responded courteously to the robots' interrogation of her, though the fact that she had not collapsed on the floor under the over five-hundred and eighty pounds that her weight had become in Kandor's stiffer gravity should have enabled the sentient machines to infer that she was, in fact, native Kryptonese. Once she had convinced the robots that she was who she said she was, they turned to lead her out of the portal chamber.

A section of the wall pulled back and slid aside with a hiss and a sigh and the robots led her into the preparation area. In that area the robots gave her the clothing that she kept in storage there. Quickly she put on panties and a purple gesh'ta with dark blue sleeves that had white cuffs. A golden woven-metal pectoral served as her onboard computer and communication system. She finished with socks and boots, picked up her package, and left the portal building. A robotic floater took her into the city proper.

Kandor itself was built in a style that might be described as Art Deco interpreted through traditional Japanese architecture. On a high-gravity world with roughly four times Earth's surface area people don't build skyscrapers, so, for all of its futuristic super-scientific advancement, Kandor resembled nothing so much as an idealized American metropolis of the 1930's. The tallest buildings did not rise more than two hundred feet above ground level and those were few and far between. Here and there, though, the city betrayed its alien nature where the Art Deco styling segued smoothly into some crystalline structure whose function Earth's people would not understand for, perhaps, centuries to come.

She went first to her parents' apartment in the TS'teppok Subdivision. There she described her latest adventure for her parents and asked her mother, a physicist, whether she knew of any means that could put an impenetrable barrier between this world and the Fifth Dimension, whence came so much mischief. Unfortunately, Alura was compelled to reply in the negative. Zor-El, being an engineer, had a more practical suggestion: he suggested that the next time Miss Snrdlfrk or any other Fifth Dimensional imp showed up, someone should make a recording of the imp saying their name and then play the recording in reverse. But, given the degree of stealth that would be required to avoid having the recording wiped out by the imp's magic, it was a suggestion easier made than carried out. In spite of that disappointing answer, Kara enjoyed her time with her parents.

Some time elapsed before she had an opportunity to go to the All-Maker. She left her parents' apartment and walked a short distance to what an Earthman would have taken to be a shopping center. Low buildings sprawled over a wide lot, but instead of being surrounded by ample parking, this center was surrounded by a park. She went to the place under the angled spire that rose from the ground and reached for the sky and went through the sliding glass door into the structure.

Carrying her package, she walked down smoothly-paved corridors. In those same corridors she saw people walking as robots came behind them pushing carts laden with goods, mostly food. She read the swirling Kryptonese script on the signs to find what she wanted, turning into one corridor and then into another until she came to the place she wanted. She slid a small, slender crystalline rod from her pectoral and slipped it into a matching cavity next to the entrance to one of the center's matter transformers.

What had looked like a solid slab of translucent purple crystal simply melted away to reveal an opening. Kara stepped through the opening into the matter transformer and the slab re-formed behind her. She went to a cushioned lounge chair, sat down in it, and then spread around her the samples and pictures that she had brought with her. Then she went into a reverie, for she had come to the most demanding of the matter transformers, the Dreamweaver.

From the samples the Dreamweaver gained knowledge of softness, transparency, texture, heat capacity, and other properties that Kara wanted it to manifest in what it would make for her. From the pictures it gained images that it would manipulate. Under the guidance of her imagination, it would create a special set of plastic toys, toys that would become as invulnerable as she was when taken back into Earth's environment.

First came the inflatable doll. Life-sized, it was to be a zaftig, slightly pregnant-looking twin of Vindi Spuschwanker, a woman with bright red-orange hair, wide brown eyes, and a thick, sensuous lips with a slight overbite. The doll was to be made wearing a copy of Vindi's Greek Fantasy shower cap. The Dreamweaver was also instructed to make a copy of Vindi's transparent-black plastic Vinyl Vamp raincoat, though it insisted on rendering the Stormette™ name inside the collar in its Kryptonese equivalent, piBloshbpal'tuq.

Next she instructed the Dreamweaver in the creation of her own raincoat and apron. They were to be made of transparent-green plastic with opaque-green tiger stripes printed upon it. The raincoat mimicked Linda's Ballerina style Stormette™ raincoat, with the full skirt and the pixie-style hood. The apron was an ankle-length full apron with the danger symbol for kryptonite printed across the top of the skirt in opaque-green.

After that came her shower cap. It was an exact duplicate of her K'litsu vo Karu™ Starburst shower cap, a beret-style cap made of soft, smooth, clear plastic that had thin pastel lines in starburst patterns printed on it and a translucent-white rubber band. That was the shower cap she had had in Argo City and had worn when she had first had a sexual encounter with her friend Nori Klev-Tuk.

And finally came the inflatable punching bag. She had thought about putting the image of Vena Grumpelhoff on the punching bag so that Vena could menace her as she played with her Vindi doll, but Vindi had wanted to keep her as a slave-toy while Vena had barely played with her at all: Vena had shown nothing for her but a strange hatred and had simply wanted to kill her and there was nothing sexy about that. No, she knew what image she wanted to put on the punching bag's soft, sexy-smooth plastic. When she played with Vindi it would be Carol, naked and wearing her shower cap, who would be looking down on her.

Satisfied with the designs that she had conceived for the machine, Kara gave the order to manifest them. The low dais before her shimmered and a writhing fog rose out of it and danced upon it for a long moment before dissipating to reveal the newly made items lying on the gleaming surface. Kara got up then and put the newly-made items into the carrying case that the Dreamweaver had made with them, then she took the case, left the chamber, and returned to her parents' home.

Before she could return to Earth she had to endure the inspection and cleansing necessary to ensure that no Kryptonese organisms except herself reached Earth and infested it with invulnerable, superpowered pests. She had endured it all before and she trusted the robots to do a thorough job on her and on the things she was taking with her. The danger was so great, though, that only a select group of people were authorized to go through the tunnel. The robots would simply prevent anyone else from getting close to it.

In any case, few Kandorians would have bothered with the trip. Any curiosity they had about Earth could be satisfied through their computing televisions, a kind of telephonic library through which they could call books as they would call people. All information known to the Kandorians was available through those devices. And the Kryptonese had long ago fully consummated philosophy's "love of wisdom": they didn't see superpowers as playthings.

So she returned through the hyperspatial tunnel to Superman's Fortress of Solitude with a new package. She put her Supergirl costume back on and left the Arctic lair to fly back to Stanhope.

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Late at night in the Alpha Lambda house, in a room near the back on the second floor, Linda Danvers lay awake. She only needed a few hours of sleep a night, so she spent most of each night either lying awake and reviewing material she had learned in her classes during the day or going out as Supergirl to fly over Stanhope. This night she did neither. When she was certain that everyone in the sorority house was soundly asleep, she got out of bed, went to the basement and thence through the abandoned steam tunnels that ran under Stanhope College to the little room she had made for herself in the old steam plant.

Her heart was beating faster than a hummingbird's and she was trembling with anticipation, her muscles twitching so rapidly that her body emitted faint waves of ultrasound. At the end of the tunnel she came to a thick steel plate that had been bolted to the wall, presumably to seal the steam plant off from the tunnels. A burst of x-rays from her eyes penetrated the wall next to the plate and activated the mechanism that quietly opened the lock that held the plate closed. The plate swung open at her touch and Linda stepped through the opening and onto the welcome mat just inside the door. As the door closed and locked behind her she slipped out of her rubber flip-flops and turned on the light. Everything was ready for her.

Normally when Supergirl masturbated she used the radiation from the speck of kryptonite embedded inside a cameo in a lead-lined locket to make her superpowers fade away. The world would became flat and dull to her senses. And she became weak enough that she dared to stimulate herself into what some people likened to an epileptic fit, confident that she could do no damage. But tonight, with her invulnerable toys, she dared to masturbate while fully powered up. The residual anxiety that she might damage something nonetheless only added to her excitement.

She took off her wig and pajamas and then put on her K'litsu vo Karu™ Starburst shower cap, shaking her head to make her hair swish against the soft super-plastic. Then she put on her new green super-plastic raincoat, savoring the feel of the plastic going completely limp where it absorbed heat from contact with her body. She stroked the raincoat's plastic, enjoying the feel of its softness, its smoothness, the way it warmed so readily to her touch. Thus prepared, she inflated her Vindi Spuschwanker doll and tossed it onto the bed. Then she knelt down before an inflated plastic hassock on which her punching bag lay deflated and inflated it, feeling her body trembling and growing warmer inside as she saw Carol Febliwitz rise to loom naked over her. When she had the bag blown full, she put her hands on its sides and, after warming the plastic with a light spray of her heat vision, pressed her belly against it. Then, after gazing lovingly into Carol's eyes, she slid her hands around the bag and took it in an embrace.

"Oh, Carol!" she whispered. "You hot plastic witch!"

Already she was slipping into her reverie. She could feel her clitoris sliding forward in its sheath as growing passion made it swell and stiffen. In spite of her superpowers, she felt weak as her private room seemed to fade away and she entered another world.

<<Using Carol as bait, Vindi Spuschwanker had lured Supergirl into a trap, captured her, and then turned both of her captives into living plastic dolls. Trapped in the living room of Vindi's penthouse suite high above Metropolis on a rainy day, Carol and Supergirl could only watch helplessly as Vindi, wearing only a satiny black camisole and half slip and her transparent-black plastic Vinyl Vamp raincoat, carried out her plan. Vindi compelled both of her prisoners to strip themselves naked and then to put on their shower caps, Supergirl putting on her Starburst shower cap and Carol putting on her Pert and Pretty™ Autumn Leaves shower cap. Vindi went to each of her captives in turn, commanded her to come sexually aroused and to puff out her belly, and then touched the tip of a glittering wand to the left side of the back of her neck to turn her into a helpless inflated toy, a soft, warm plastic pleasure bag.

<<After locking her wand in a wall safe, Vindi picked two limp raincoats up off the back of a chair over which she had draped them earlier. To Carol she gave the one made of transparent-blue plastic on which thin blue stripes had been printed and she gave the green-striped, transparent-green plastic raincoat to Supergirl. The women put the raincoats on and then Vindi grabbed Carol and, with some effort, pushed her until she was standing on the middle of an ornate violet-and-silver mandala pattern on the carpet. Vindi took a step backward and Carol stood, apparently docile, with her hands pressed flat against the sides of her thighs. Then Vindi punched her.>>

Supergirl slid down the front of her Carol punching bag as she fell slowly to her knees. The sensation of the bag's plastic rubbing her raincoat made Supergirl's nipples swell and stiffen and made her clitoris harden even more. She pressed her left cheek against the image of Carol's crotch and kissed Carol's thigh. Her breath trembled. She pulled the bag closer and rubbed her breasts against it.

<<Carol, her hands still pressed to her sides, tipped over backward, almost to the floor, and then bounced smartly back upright. Vindi punched her again. Each punch produced a soft, rubbery thump and the gentle swish of warm plastic. For several minutes Vindi punched Carol, making her bounce and sway, and then suddenly she took a step forward, pressed her hands against her thighs, and allowed Carol to bounce up against her.

<<Standing in the same submissive posture that the holding spot forced on Carol, Vindi thrust her hips forward to push Carol away from her. At first Carol didn't tip over very far, but soon she was bouncing gaily off Vindi's belly as Vindi strove to knock her ever further over. The room was filled with the rhythmic swish of plastic punctuated by Vindi's little grunts. Supergirl began to feel sexually warm in the raincoat that Vindi had given her.

<<Soon Vindi stopped belly-bouncing Carol and took a step back from her. She gave her one last punch in the belly and then turned her attention to her other plastic prisoner. She was panting and her voice trembled, not from exertion, but from anticipation.

<<She gazed into Supergirl's eyes as she said, "Now let's see how much fun I can have with you."

<<Vindi gave Supergirl a little shove toward her bedroom and kept her moving by following closely behind her. In the bedroom Vindi closed the door and left Supergirl standing trembling as she faced Vindi's big double bed. Vindi went into her bathroom and returned carrying her Pert and Pretty™ Greek Fantasy shower cap, which she tossed onto an inflated plastic chair by the bed.>>

Supergirl let go of her punching bag and levitated to her feet. She was quivering all over as she stroked the plastic of her raincoat, rubbing in over her breasts, across her belly, and down her thighs. Luxuriating in the sensations of the soft, smooth plastic caressing her bare skin, she turned to face the bed and her inflated Vindi lying upon it. Slowly she took off her raincoat, let it slide down her back, over her buttocks, and onto the carpet, and crawled onto the bed.

<< Vindi came to Supergirl, took her by the arm, and led her to the bed. Standing behind her hapless prisoner, Vindi said, "Take off your raincoat!", and then held the warmth-softened plastic coat by its collar as Supergirl pulled open the magnetic patches down the front and then slipped her arms out of the sleeves. She pressed the raincoat against her cheek for a moment before tossing it onto the chair next to her shower cap. "Now, get into bed!" Vindi commanded.

<<Supergirl sat down on the edge of the bed and slid her legs under the covers, then she lay back and scooted over toward the center of the bed. She saw Vindi looming over her, seemed to feel Vindi's body heat radiating from the black plastic of her raincoat, and began to feel warm and quivery inside. As she watched, Vindi took off her raincoat and then took off her camisole and half slip.

<<"I am so hot for you," Vindi said as she picked up her shower cap. She pulled the plastic beret over her bright red hair and then tucked stray wisps of hair under the rubber band. "Making you my personal blow-up slavedoll is just so sexy," she said in a quavery voice, "that my crotch has been drooling all afternoon." She took off her wet panties and dropped them onto the floor by the chair. She spread her feet apart and then reached down and spread her labia majora so that Supergirl could see the tip of her clitoris protruding from its sheath at the top of her vulva. Then she crawled onto the bed, slid her legs under the covers, and snuggled up to her inflated prisoner as she pulled the covers up over them both.>>

Supergirl levitated herself a few inches above the bed to mount her Vindi doll. As she came down on the bag she felt its breasts spread against hers like a pair of rubber party balloons. Spreading her legs, she pushed her right thigh between Vindi's legs and brought her crotch down on Vindi's right thigh. As she took the doll in an embrace, air pressure inside the pneumatic toy pushed soft, warm plastic against her vulva and made her clitoris grow even stiffer. Her clitoris stiffened even more as she put her left cheek on Vindi's, gazed at Vindi's red hair puffing out her shower cap, and prepared to rub herself intimately on her toy.

<<Vindi rolled over to get on top of Supergirl and Supergirl felt her breath moist and warm on her face as Vindi panted with excitement. Supergirl felt Vindi's breasts, rubbery soft and smooth, pressing heat into her own and she felt the sensation of her nipples swelling and stiffening even more as Vindi took her into a tight embrace. She felt Vindi's belly slide onto hers, pressing Vindi's warmth into her, the more so every time Vindi inhaled. She felt Vindi's right thigh slip into her crotch and rub up against her vulva, making her clitoris stiffen further, felt Vindi's vulva spread across her right thigh, and felt Vindi's clitoris lengthen slightly and stiffen against her plastic skin. She felt Vindi trembling with anticipation.

<<With heavy and tremulous breath, Vindi gloated. "Now, at last, Supergirl," she said, "you're my hot plastic sex prisoner!" She gave Supergirl a passionate, lingering kiss full on the lips and then put her left cheek against Supergirl's. Turning her head to keep her face out of the pillow, she pushed the body-warm plastic of her shower cap into Supergirl's face and Supergirl felt the libidinous pressure inside her shoot up.>>

Supergirl moved her hips to and fro to rub her clitoris against her Vindi doll's smooth plastic thigh. She felt warm and quivery inside and she felt the pressure in her crotch rise with every stroke of her clitoris on her toy. Her breathing sounded like sobbing and each trembling exhalation ended in a quavery little squeal.

<<Every time she rubbed her clitoris on Supergirl's inflated thigh Vindi let out a little grunt. She moved slowly at first, but soon she was pumping up her libido rapidly and her grunts sounded desperate. She bounced lightly on Supergirl's pneumatic body as her passion grew hotter and hotter.

<<Supergirl writhed and squirmed in Vindi's embrace, striving to rub her clitoris as hard as she could against Vindi's hot, rubbery thigh. Then she felt a tickling sensation in the tip of her clitoris. Vindi started another forward thrust and suddenly jerked. At the same instant Supergirl felt hot pressure seem to gush out of her through her clitoris in long, hard spurts as Vindi bucked and convulsed on her. She heard Vindi's grunts become sobbing moans and she climaxed all the harder, feeling waves of warmth flooding throughout her body in convulsions that shook her to the core of her being.>>

And then it was over. The passion storm abated, leaving Supergirl lying quietly on her Vindi doll. She imagined Vindi coming to her wearing only her shower cap and her raincoat. In her imagination she put her lips on Vindi's left breast so that she could feel Vindi's nipple swell, stiffen, and push the raincoat's soft, warm plastic into her kiss. Under the stimulation of that image, the heat of her post-coital blush triggered another, small orgasm.

Then she was done. She drew a deep breath, let it out, and immediately resumed her normal breathing. Levitating herself off her Vindi doll, she picked up a hand towel that she had put next to the pillow and wiped her crotch slobber off her vulva, the insides of her thighs, and her toy. She put her wig and pajamas back on, slipped her feet into her flip-flops, and went back to her room in the Alpha Lambda house.

As she left her little Fortress of Solitude she saw that everything remained as it was when she had come in and she was gratified that she hadn't done any damage to her environment. But the next day seismologists across the country would scratch their heads when the data from their seismometers indicated that in the wee hours of the morning an earthquake measuring 2.4 on the Richter scale had occurred at an epicenter under the Town of Stanhope, an area not noted for seismic activity.

As she slipped back into bed she glanced at the clock and saw that she had been gone a few seconds shy of eight minutes. It was still too early for the one hour nap she took before getting up for the day, so she took the time to contemplate her sexual desires. They were certainly a puzzle: she had always been boy-crazy, so her lesbian sex fantasies begged for explanation. She began by recalling to mind her experience with Vindi.

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

But it wasn't really Vindi per se that she wanted: it was Vindi's plastic that got her hot. If she hadn't had her raincoat and shower cap, Vindi would have inspired no lust in Supergirl at all. So Linda tried to think about her lust for plastic and its relation to her enslavement fantasies.

The plastic seemed easy: it's so feminine, being used in shower caps, aprons, hair-dryer bonnets, and raincoats, all associated with pretty women and girls. And its texture "rhymes" with that of a young woman's bare skin. Those facts made it easy to displace an inappropriate love of girls and women onto their plastic things. But that analysis implied that her lesbian desires preceded her love of plastic and she was certain that her love of plastic came before her pseudo-lesbianism. She concluded that she would not discover the source of her love for plastic this night, so she looked at how it related to her lesbian fantasies.

Certainly falling in love with a plastic toy or a raincoat is not socially acceptable: it's something that even a child knows that she must keep secret. But that fact readily explains the lesbian enslavement fantasies: in them she is "forced" to enjoy what she would be afraid to ask for openly. In a sense she shifts the blame for her perversion onto the villain of her stories. Further, the fantasies evoke within her an anxiety for the fate of the heroine. That faux anxiety, not caused by any real threat, could easily be transmuted into sexual arousal. She knew that the symptoms of anxiety could be transmuted into those of sexual arousal: men did it all the time.

So, given that she was in love with plastic, she believed that it was inevitable that she would develop lesbian sex fantasies. Satisfied that she had solved part of the problem, she drifted off to sleep.

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I conceived this fantasy 2005 Dec 06 upon waking up. A sequel to The Amazing Inflatable Supergirl!, this fantasy was not inspired by any specific episode of the Supergirl comic strip, but rather by my conception upon awakening of a nice ploy that Supergirl could use to trick Miss Snrdlfrk into pronouncing her name backwards.

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Appendix: The Original Real-Deal Supergirl

In 1958 DC Comics published a three-part "Novel" in Superman Comics. In the first part of that story Jimmy Olsen uses a magic totem to bring an adult Super-Girl into existence to be a companion to Superman. At the end of that part Olsen is obliged to reverse the spell and obliterate Super-Girl to relieve the pain of her overexposure to kryptonite. Reader response to that episode was so strong that the honchos at DC decided to create a permanent Supergirl feature.

Supergirl was created by Otto Binder (pronounced to rhyme with tinder), a science-fiction writer who played several important parts in creating the Superman mythos. Originally writing and publishing science fiction in the pulps in the 1930's with his brother Earl (as Eando Binder), Binder met Jerry Siegel and Joe Schuster at a science-fiction convention in 1933 and offered them a small piece of advice on the version that they were developing of the character in Philip Wylie's 1930 novel "Gladiator": he suggested that, rather than gain superhuman abilities from a serum injected into his pregnant mother by his mad-scientist father, their character should come from an alien planet where all of the people have superhuman abilities. Thus when Superman burst upon the world in 1938, he was described as having come from the super-civilization of the doomed planet Krypton.

In 1958 Binder wrote the story "Super-Duel in Space" (Action Comics #242 , July 1958), in which Superman rescues the shrunken City of Kandor, Krypton's capitol, from the space pirate Brainiac. Later that year or early in 1959 he got the assignment to create Supergirl.

At first Supergirl was written, separately, by Otto Binder (1911 Aug 26 -- 1974 Oct 14) and Jerry Siegel (1914 Oct 17 - 1996 Jan 28). The first episode, "The Supergirl from Krypton" (Action Comics #252, May 1959) was drawn by Al Plastino and then the drawing was taken over the following month by Jim Mooney (b. 1919 Aug 13), who drew the strip until January 1968 (Action Comics #358). Mooney had been drawing the Tommy Tomorrow feature, which, along with Congorilla (which lasted until February or March 1960 (Action Comics #261 or #262 [I'm missing #262, so I don't know whether Congorilla's last episode was in it or not]), Supergirl replaced in Action Comics. When Mooney left DC Comics to work for Marvel Comics, he was replaced as the primary artist on the Supergirl comic strip by Kurt Schaffenberger (1920 Dec 15 -- 2002 Jan 24), who had originated the Lois Lane comic book and had been its primary artist for ten years. Schaffenberger's first episode was "The Super-Initiation of Supergirl" (Action Comics #359, Feb '68), the inspiration for "Supergirl -- Plastic Prisoner of the Outlaw Sorority".

The basic story given in the first episode has Superman detecting and pursuing a rocket that crashes in a remote area. He sees a teen-aged girl, completely unharmed, step out of the wreckage wearing a blue minidress that has his red-and-yellow ess-on-a-shield emblem emblazoned across the bodice. Red boots and a red cape complete the girl's ensemble. Too young to have been born on Krypton, the girl explains the when Krypton exploded a street of homes was flung into space intact, accompanied by a large bubble of air. Years later a meteor shower ripped up the lead shielding that the people had laid down to protect themselves from the radiation when the ground beneath them turned into kryptonite. In an act of desperation the man who had provided the lead, Superman's uncle Zor-El, with the aid of his wife Alura (pronounced Ah-lou-RAH), put their daughter Kara into a rocket and sent her to Earth, much as Zor-El's brother Jor-El had done with his infant son. To give Kara time to get acquainted with American culture and to gain full control of her superpowers, Superman tells her to keep her existence a secret. He then disguises her with a brunette wig (with pigtails) and American clothing and enrolls her, under the name Linda Lee, at the Midvale Orphanage.

Creating the foundation story of a significant new feature couldn't have been easy. Binder wrote over one hundred comic book stories a year, so he had no opportunity to think very deeply about them or to devote time to in-depth research. That should explain why it took nearly five years for someone to notice that the air-vacuum interface has an astonishingly low surface tension and, therefore, that Supergirl's birthplace should have something like a dome over it to keep the atmosphere from going away.

Consider, just briefly, how Binder and other writers dealt with Argo City's atmosphere containment system. Described in the first episode as a neighborhood of homes flung into space intact with a bubble of air, Supergirl's birthplace was described as a town in the next month's episode, "The Secret of the Super-Orphan" (Action Comics #253, Jun 1959). In "Supergirl Visits the 21^st Century" (Action Comics #255, Aug 1959), Binder had Supergirl flying through the Asteroid Belt and seeing cities under transparent domes, so he certainly had the knowledge of the concept that he needed to correctly describe Argo City. We first got that city's name in "Supergirl's Fortress of Solitude" (Action Comics #271, Dec 1960), but the city is still accompanied by an air bubble. Jerry Siegel first described Argo City as having a plastic dome in "The World's Greatest Heroine!" (Action Comics #285, Feb 1962). The air bubble came back in August 1962 and October 1963, but the city had a dome containing a germ-proof atmosphere in February 1964. In March 1964 the air bubble made its final appearance and in September 1964 the city was described as being covered by a dome for the purpose of atmospheric experiments. After that the dome was described as a weather dome, presumable designed by Zor-El to protect the city from the violent storms that blew in off the Dandahu Ocean.

As I noted above, Supergirl began her life on Earth living at the Midvale Orphanage as Linda Lee and keeping her existence a secret. That situation could not last and in July of 1961 the comic strip began an eight-month process of changing it. In "The Unknown Supergirl" (Action Comics #278, Jul 1961) Superman is just about to reveal Supergirl's existence to the world when she inexplicably loses her superpowers, apparently permanently. Facing up to the loss of her superpowers, Linda Lee is adopted by Fred and Edna Danvers and changes her hairstyle from pigtails to what the writers called a "campus cuddle-bun" ("Supergirl's Secret Enemy", Action Comics #279, Aug 1961). After another half year of struggle to regain her superpowers, which struggle was ended by the silliest deus ex machina in the history of all literature, Supergirl revealed her existence to her foster parents and was revealed to an astounded world.

Linda Danvers graduated from Midvale High School and enrolled in Stanhope College in "Supergirl Goes to College" (Action Comics #318, Nov '64). In that same episode she joined the Alpha Lambda sorority.

In June 1969 the Supergirl comic strip was moved to Adventure Comics (#381). The strip's last appearance in Action Comics was in the May 1969 issue (#376). At the same time DC Comics brought in a new artist to alternate with Kurt Schaffenberger.

Old-timers in the comic book industry designate 1970 as the year the Silver Age ended and superhero comics entered the cynical and nihilistic Dark Age that they still inhabit. That transition came for Supergirl in the story "Now...Comes Zond!" (Adventure Comics #397, Sep 1970), in which story Supergirl does battle with a warlock who uses magic to shred her original costume. Lex Luthor's niece Nasthalthia (aka Nasty) was introduced in that issue as well. As I see it, subjecting Supergirl to a series of costume changes rather than keeping her original simple blue minidress was tantamount to a vote of no confidence in the character. Further, the quality of the art deteriorated from the clean lines and professional draftsmanship of Jim Mooney and, especially, Kurt Schaffenberger. The entry into the Dark Age was well marked.

Linda Danvers graduated from Stanhope College in the May 1971 issue of Adventure Comics (#406) and moved to San Francisco to take a job at television station K-SFTV as a television news reporter. She was joined there by Nasty, who suspected that she is secretly Supergirl. Linda quit K-SFTV and left Nasty behind in Adventure Comics #424 (Oct 1972) and the Supergirl comic strip also left Adventure Comics.

Supergirl Comics #1 (Nov '72) debuted with Linda enrolling in Vandyre University, 10 miles from San Francisco, to study drama. Supergirl Comics #10 (Sep - Oct '74) was the last issue.

The Supergirl comic strip moved to the Superman Family comic book in the Apr - May 1974 issue (Superman Family #164) with the story "The Princess of the Golden Sun". In that story Linda moved to Santa Augusta, Florida, to take a job as a student advisor at the New Athens Experimental School. Linda quit that job and moved to New York City to take a job starring in a televised soap opera in "The Super-Switch to New York!" (Superman Family #208, Jul '81).

Superman Family #209 (Aug '81) is the last in my collection.

Finally, we got that Gawd-awful movie in the Fall of 1984, one of the biggest flops of the decade. It might just as well have been made by the team that put on the play "Springtime for Hitler", it was that bad. It should not have happened. The comic strip began full of bright promise. Supergirl herself was given a glimpse of a hint at the fulfillment of that promise. On a visit to the far future, thousands of years hence, she sees in a museum a bust of herself with a plaque that reads, "Supergirl, more powerful than even Superman" ("The Supergirl of Tomorrow!", Action Comics #282, Nov. '61). And in February 1962 her existence was revealed to the people of her world in an episode that denoted her "The World's Greatest Heroine!" (Action Comics #285). All that promise was broken irrevocably in October 1985 when, in their "Crisis on Infinite Earths" saga, DC Comics killed her off with all of the other unwanted characters that they had accumulated over the preceding four and a half decades.

That's more than shameful. Supergirl was not a minor character, the comic strip equivalent of a bit player in the movies. She was introduced in her own comic strip with a great amount of fanfare and, as often as not, appeared on the cover of Action Comics, a privilege no other secondary comic strip had been granted since the first few years of the magazine's existence. And if that movie had been written by a competent writer who adapted the original comic strip, it would have been a tremendous success.

As I have noted elsewhere in these fantasies, DC Comics is doing at least one good thing for Supergirl. They are republishing the original comic strips in their Archives series of books. So far, as of this writing (2006 Jan 25), they have published Volumes One and Two of the Supergirl Archives, taking her story up to February 1962 (Action Comics #285; "The World's Greatest Heroine!" and "The Infinite Monster!"). The books cost about $50 apiece, but they're well worth the price. The original artwork is reprinted on glossy paper, thereby eliminating the mottling that came with printing it on newsprint in the original comic books. If you want to obtain copies, you can order them from Bud Plant Comic Art in Grass Valley, California. The URL is www.budplant.com.

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To get a good impression of what Vindi Spuschwanker looks like in her transparent-black plastic raincoat, go to www.sealwear.co.uk/catalogues/pvc-u-like/rainwear and look at the model displaying style PA3 TB (as of 2005 Dec 08). Vinyl Vamp, indeed!

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