Wicked Wanda's Hot Plastic Super-Bride

by

Tom diCentauri

Spewing a column of fire that left a trail of white smoke, the rocket bellowed thunder at the world and leaped into the sky. Soon it was merely a speck of bright light atop a fluffy white column curving gently to the east. From a position near the launch pad at Cape Kennedy a young woman in a red-caped blue minidress watched the rocket for a few seconds, then raised her hands over her head and fell upward. Displaying no visible means of thrust, she accelerated, defying gravity with the insouciance of a child ignoring her mother's call to dinner in order to play with her dolls: her business was just too important to be bothered by minor constraints like the laws of physics. Her blond hair pulled out straight by the air flowing over her, Supergirl pursued the rocket out over the Atlantic Ocean, overtook it, and floated effortlessly alongside it.

Aboard the rocket instruments recorded environmental data as well as the stresses and strains that the flight induced in the rocket itself. In addition, other, more speculative experiments sought to measure data from her, seeking, their creators hoped, some clue to her supernatural ability to fly. Those experiments, their designers hoped, probed her nimbus, the strange forcefog that suffused her body and gave her powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal men.

Fifty miles above the ocean the rocket's motor burned out. The rocket coasted higher, rising on momentum alone. At the top of its trajectory, as it began its long fall toward Earth, the rocket popped out a bar and a cable from between its motors. Supergirl took that as her cue and gripped the steel bar. Then gently, still being probed by the onboard instruments, she pulled on the bar until the cable went taut. She stiffened her thrust, swung her feet out in front of her and streaked across the sky like some celestial water-skier. Below her she saw the dark blue of the Atlantic Ocean turning pale blue in the shallows around the Bahama Islands. Like dabs and smears of whipped cream, clouds covered about a third of the area she could see. Pulling on the cable, she kept the rocket's speed down to a sedate four hundred miles per hour.

Descending through the stratosphere, she stared at the sea below her, somewhere east of the Bahama Islands and the water seemed to leap at her. She scanned the scenery, left to right, then down, and right to left, down again, and so on. Soon she found what she was seeking, the broad deck of a United States Navy aircraft carrier, the U.S.S. Cowpens. She adjusted her course toward the ship, aiming to bring the rocket down onto the middle of the flight deck.

Decelerating to a full stop one hundred feet above the ship, she lowered the rocket onto a waiting cradle and held it steady as sailors lashed it into place and secured it. She paused only long enough to greet the ship's captain and his senior officers. Then, her job done, she lifted herself off the ship and flew back toward Florida.

She hadn't flown twenty miles when she became aware of an intense radio signal broadcasting an SOS. She tuned in on it and found that it was being broadcast on a frequency that no one used. Whoever was calling for help wasn't likely to get any unless she responded. She flew in a wide circle, estimating where the intensity felt strongest and then she flew in that direction. She didn't have to fly far to find the source of the signal.

It looked like a reconverted PT boat and it was dead in the water, listing to port. Three women in sundresses stood on the deck holding onto the railing and calling to her for help. She had to smile when she noticed an inflated plastic pool pony tethered to the boat's stern. She executed a forward somersault and came down feet first to land on the deck in front of the awestruck women.

"Oh, Supergirl, please 'elp us," one woman cried out in a thick English accent. She had blond hair and seemed more like a precocious child than a woman, though she was clearly the latter. She seemed more of a doxy. Incongruously for the area, she was wearing thigh-high blue stockings, a white minidress with a very short skirt, and a broad-brimmed white hat with a blue bow on the right side of the crown. "We're sinkin'," she said in a panic-stricken voice.

"You're not in any real danger yet," Supergirl said reassuringly. She thought it odd that the doxy was wearing a plastic holster with a gold-plated metal tube the size of a flashlight in it, but figured that it was the woman's makeup kit.

She looked at the deck on the port side of the boat and the boat went partially transparent for her. But she saw a welter of dark planes and tubes that made interpreting what she saw difficult.

"Too much lead," she said to the women. "I have to go below to see what the problem is."

"Come this way," another of the women said.

She led the way to the gangway leading below decks and Supergirl followed her down the steep steps. As she put her foot on the deck at the bottom of the steps she felt an intense burning-cold stinging sensation sweep into her, snuffing out her superpowers and leaving her so weak that she collapsed on the deck. She rolled over onto her back and saw that the blond doxy was aiming the gold tube from her holster at her and she could see the green glow emanating from its contents.

"Please, don't," she said through gritted teeth. "That could kill me."

"Oh, well, we aren't goin' ta be lettin' it do tha', now are we?" the doxy said. "All ya need ta do is let tha girls tie ya up."

Three women in what looked like green military uniforms came out from under a gray tarp near the bunks on the starboard side of the boat. One of them carried a soft, thick cord and another carried a raincoat made of transparent-green plastic that had opaque-green tiger stripes printed on it.

The women grabbed Supergirl, lifted her into a kneeling position, and forced her into the raincoat. One women tied her hands behind her back and the doxy closed her kryptonite "ray gun" and slid it back into its holster. Supergirl still felt weak and powerless: it must be the raincoat, she reasoned; there must be kryptonite dust in the plastic or, more likely, in the vinyl ink in the tiger stripes. The women then lifted her into a standing position so that the raincoat would drape properly on her and they could close the magnetic patches down the front of the placket.

"Wow!" one woman enthused, "we let the air out of Supergirl!"

The women picked her up, laid her onto a bunk, and strapped her down. One burly woman who looked too much like the actor Charles Bronson, enough to be his twin sister, pulled up the hood of the raincoat and tied its doubled-plastic ribbons neatly under her chin.

The raincoat's plastic gave off soft whaps as the doxy patted Supergirl's belly. "Don' ya worry none," she said. "We'll be blowin' ya up again when we getcha 'ome." She turned and led the other women topside.

Supergirl heard a woman call out, "Prisoner secured!" and then heard the boat's diesel engines roar to life. The boat righted itself and sped across the sea, taking her to an unknown destination. Looking out the small porthole by her bunk, she could see only the blues and whites of sea and sky. Over the roar of the engines she could hear the women chatting and laughing. She tried to untie her hands, but discovered after much trying that she could not reach the knot to loosen it: whoever had tied her up was an expert at bondage.

She blushed when she realized that she was actually starting to feel sexually aroused by the raincoat. She could feel the silk-soft, skin-smooth plastic against her hands and her cheeks. The plastic and its meanings deep within her mind were transmuting the sensations of anxiety into those of lust. She trembled now not over the thought of what the women might do to her, but out of desire to take off her clothes and enjoy rubbing the raincoat over her whole body.

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Supergirl noticed the sound of the engines diminish and felt the boat decelerate. Looking out the porthole, she saw land, the palm-bordered beach of a tropical island. Then a seawall came into view. Moments later the engines were throttled back altogether, left to idle, and she heard the sounds of women calling to each other. Then, over the sound of the idling engines, she heard a loudspeaker blaring Wagner's "Ride of the Valkyries".

The boat bumped against the dock and several women on the dock tossed ropes to the women on the boat. The uniformed women came down into the cabin and unstrapped Supergirl from the bunk, then lifted her onto her feet. She was able to stand and, although still weak, she was able to ascend the stairs with the help of a woman climbing behind her. She came out onto the boat's deck and looked around. There wasn't much to see that she had not seen already: the seawall rose high enough to block her view of the island, so all she saw was the sea, the dock, the boat, and the tops of some trees. She also saw some of the island's residents coming down the dock or climbing down the seawall.

Perhaps four or five dozen women in various degrees of undress had come to the dock to see the arrival of their prisoner. As Supergirl walked between her escorts some of the women reached out to touch her, others to give her light shoves. The escorts led her up a flight of stone steps to a gate and beyond the gate to a path crossing a broad lawn.

She saw the house then. It looked like a fancy hotel made to resemble a pirates' lair, a big stonepile of a building rising three stories. The main entry even had a portcullis. She half expected to see a squad of guards in long coats and tall hats marching and chanting, "Oh, we owe. We o-owe."

The women in sundresses went one way and the uniformed women led Supergirl to the main entrance. Just inside the entrance, covering an entire wall was a mosaic, one made of tiles so tiny that the mosaic looked more like a pointillist painting. It depicted a scene from a Byzantine church in Ravenna, Italy, one in which the Empress Theodosia stood with seven nobles on her left and two on her right, but in this depiction the nobles were all women and Theodosia herself looked like someone else, someone vaguely familiar.

Inside the building the women followed a wide, carpeted hallway into the building's core and then went down a branch corridor. Everywhere she looked, Supergirl saw beauty, in the structure of the building, in the sculptures, paintings, and plants that adorned it, and in the atmosphere of luxury that pervaded it.

She and her captresses came at last into a gymnasium, where a man and a woman faced each other in a small boxing ring. Both were wearing only boxing shorts, the man's made of clear plastic and the woman's of soft, smooth, opaque-red plastic. The man was wearing well-padded boxing gloves and the woman merely had her hands taped to protect them. Supergirl couldn't help noticing that the man's penis was standing erect inside his trunks and that the man himself seemed to be dazed.

As she watched, the woman punched the man and he backed away from her. She soon had the man leaning on the ropes and she delivered a series of blows to his belly. In response to this punishment the man climaxed, squirting semen onto the inside of his trunks with every punch he received. When he had finished he fell to his knees and then went face first into the mat. As the women in the gym cheered, the man's opponent turned and came to where Supergirl stood with her captresses.

The woman stood at least six feet tall with a zaftig yet well-muscled build. She had shoulder-length softly curled raven-black hair and green eyes that seemed to beam kryptonitic radiation at Supergirl. Her large, well-shaped breasts jiggled only a little as she walked over to greet the capture team and their prize.

"I recognize you," Supergirl said to the woman. "You're Wanda von Kreesus, the richest woman in the world!"

"Quite right," Wanda said, leaning on the rope separating her from Supergirl. "And you, lucky girl, are my prisoner."

"Somehow I don't feel lucky," Supergirl said.

"You will," Wanda said as she unwrapped the tape on her hands, "as you learn more about us and what we have in store for you." She climbed out of the ring and led the way out of the gymnasium as a large, hairy brute of a man came in and dragged Wanda's opponent out of the ring.

"I can't say that I am reassured by what I've seen so far," Supergirl said.

"How do you mean?" Wanda asked. "You weren't mistreated, were you?"

"Aside from being exposed to kryptonite and taken prisoner, no," Supergirl said. "I was referring to that poor man you beat up."

"Him? He volunteered to be my sparring partner," Wanda said. "These paparazzi can be so very annoying, but they make such nice punching bags... while they last."

"But that's so wrong," Supergirl objected. "Nobody deserves that kind of...."

Wanda turned a little to her right and then spun around and drove her right fist deep into Supergirl's belly, doubling Supergirl over. She then she took hold of both her prisoner's arms to support her.

"Unless I ask for your opinion," Wanda said, "you are never to tell me I am wrong about anything. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Supergirl gasped.

Still holding her, Wanda walked her down the hall to a guest bedroom. She gently sat her down on the edge of the bed.

"You'll sleep here tonight," she said to her hapless prisoner. "Tomorrow we will get you into your permanent quarters."

She picked up a dull-gray metal box that was sitting on the nightstand by the bed, opened it, and took out a green plastic strap. She then took a strange-looking tool from the box and fitted one end of the strap into it. She slipped the strap around Supergirl's neck, put the free end into the tool, and turned the crank. After a few turns the tool emitted a crunch and a snap and Wanda slipped the tool out from under the strap, which was now one continuous band.

"There," she said to Supergirl. "That collar has just enough kryptonite in it to keep you docile for me. Now here's the rule: you are not to meddle with it. There's no way you can get it off in less than a day and I will be inspecting it frequently. If I see any sign of damage, I will put a fresh collar on you and then I will punish you. Is that clear enough for you?"

"Yes," Supergirl moaned. "I understand."

"Get up!" Wanda commanded.

Supergirl merely sat on the bed and bent over, moaning.

Wanda cupped Supergirl's chin in her right hand and lifted her head, tilting it back to gaze into her eyes.

"You are my prisoner, Supergirl," Wanda said. "I trust you know what that means. Now! Get! Up!"

"It still hurts," Supergirl complained as she struggled to stand up. With an effort of will she forced herself to stand, though she stood a little hunched over.

"Perhaps I should not have hit you so hard," Wanda said. "You're softer than I expected. But that's not a bad thing."

Wanda turned her around and untied the cords binding her wrists together. Then she put her hands on Supergirl's shoulders and turned her back to face her. She held the cords up for her to see.

"You will learn to trust me," Wanda said, "and to know that my judgement leads to good things for you. Now, you may take off your raincoat, if you wish, but I want you to wear it for me when we meet for dinner."

With that she turned and left. One of her escorts closed the door to the bedroom and Supergirl heard the lock engage. She sat back down on the bed and waited for the pain in her belly to go away.

She stroked the raincoat as she sat and felt the pain fade. She liked the softness and the smoothness and the way the plastic warmed at her touch. She decided against taking it off: she would wear it until she undressed to go to bed.

Once the pain in her belly went away she got up off the bed to explore her prison. There wasn't much to see. The bedroom had just enough room for the bed, a dresser, and a chair with just enough floor space to walk around the room. The adjoining bathroom was also small, with a narrow walkway past the toilet and the sink to the shower stall. She saw a collection of grooming aids laid out by the sink with a note explaining that they were for her use. On a bar by the shower she saw a large fluffy blue towel that had her ess-on-a-shield emblem embroidered on it. And draped over the towel she saw her new shower cap. It was a Déluré et Joli™ "Fleurs de Lune" beret de douche made of a pink rubber band and transparent-pink plastic on which blue and silver outlines of floral patterns had been printed.

Her escort came for her as she saw through the barred window that the sun was just setting. Accompanied by the soft swish of her raincoat, she walked between the women to Wanda's quarters. They came to a double door made of embossed bronze. Naked women cavorted across the ruddy metal. The escort rang the bell and waited.

Wanda opened the door and Supergirl was stunned. Wanda was wearing a white evening gown made of a soft fabric that resembled cashmere. It had a scooped neckline and a long full skirt. Over it Wanda wore a full apron made of soft smooth transparent-white plastic. It had, Supergirl noticed immediately, a stylized erect penis printed in gold across the top of its wide, ruffled, ankle-length skirt. Standing for a moment holding the door, she looked Supergirl over approvingly.

"Welcome, Supergirl," she said. "Come in."

Supergirl walked into the room and Wanda dismissed her escort. As she heard the door close behind her, Supergirl felt a sense of impending doom sweep through her. However, Wanda simply took her arm and escorted her to the dining alcove. There she saw a table set for two and two young women wearing black maid's dresses and white plastic aprons and maid's caps.

Wanda sat down at the table and bid Supergirl do the same. When they had been seated the two maids served them. They started with a salad, then went on to filet mignon with baked potato and peas served with a red wine whose name astounded Supergirl even knowing who her hostess was, and they ended the meal with a dessert of fruit ice.

"I trust you are aware of the offer of one million dollars for your dead body," Wanda said when the main course had been served.

"Yes," Supergirl said. "The Metropolis mob originally offered it for my cousin's death, but extended it to me as well."

"And you know that it's only a matter of time before that offer appeals to someone who is stupid enough to believe that the mob will actually pay off the reward."

"Well," Supergirl said, "I'm not too worried about that."

"Oh?" Wanda said with an amused smile. "And perhaps you can tell me how you came to be here with me?"

Supergirl looked up at her in surprise. "Oh!" she said as the implication of Wanda's question sank in. She was beginning to feel like a character in a James Bond movie, enjoying the wealthy villain's hospitality before being subjected to horrible torments.

"You see?" Wanda said. "Your Good Samaritan impulses will always make you an easy target."

"I... I see your point," Supergirl said. Her voice was trembling slightly. "B... but I don't believe that you would call yourself stupid, so I think that you didn't capture me to get the reward."

"No," Wanda said with a chuckle, "I didn't. I captured you to prevent anyone else from claiming it. I'm going to keep you safe by keeping you with me."

"But I can't stay here," Supergirl objected. "I have so much that I need to do. The world needs me."

"The world does not appreciate that fact," Wanda said. "It's time to teach the world of your value by depriving it of you for a suitable time."

Not knowing how to respond to that statement, Supergirl concentrated on eating her dinner. When the two women had finished eating and the maids had cleared the table and left, Wanda escorted Supergirl into the sitting area and indicated that she was to sit on the love seat before the fireplace. As Supergirl sat down she noticed a copy of Polly Vynhall's book "Men Are Rubber, Women Are Plastic" on the coffee table. She began to feel quivery inside again.

"You are a living challenge to the paternalistic pretensions of our male-dominated world," Wanda said as she sat down next to her prisoner, "an affront to the dogma of male superiority. You are an inspiration to women everywhere."

"Then I need to be out in the world offering that inspiration," Supergirl said almost desperately.

"No," Wanda said. "You have served that purpose. Now the time has come to address the inspiration that you have given me."

"What do you mean?" Supergirl asked warily.

Wanda didn't reply, but simply put her left arm around Supergirl's shoulders and gazed deeply into Supergirl's blue eyes. She was beginning to breath heavily and seemed to be trembling.

As Wanda leaned into her, Supergirl put her hands up defensively and found them pressed against Wanda's apron, against her firm yet soft breasts. Through the warm plastic of the apron and the thin fabric of Wanda's dress, she could feel Wanda's nipples swell and stiffen against her palms. Wanda put both her arms around Supergirl's shoulders and pulled her close. She pressed her lips to Supergirl's and made little moues to enhance the contact and thereby intensify the sensations. She held the kiss, gently turning her head to and fro to intensify the kiss further, and then put her left cheek on Supergirl's. She was panting slightly.

"I love you, Supergirl," Wanda said.

"If you really love me," Supergirl said, "then let me go."

With her left arm holding Supergirl's shoulders, Wanda gently tapped her right fist against Supergirl's belly. "You're not actually going to tell me I'm wrong about love, are you?"

"N... no," Supergirl said. "It... it's just that I don't see love the same way that you do."

"Well," Wanda said, "you will have plenty of time to change the way you see the world. After tomorrow afternoon you will have no more duties to interfere with your learning."

"W... why?" Supergirl asked. Suddenly she felt frightened.

"Because, my dear, tomorrow you are going to marry me and be my wife. We're going to have a wedding and you, lucky girl, are going to be my pretty plastic bride." She hugged Supergirl tighter and stroked the plastic of her raincoat over her breasts.

"B... b... but we can't get married," Supergirl stammered. She suddenly felt quivery warm inside. "I... I mean I'm n... not ready to get married. I... I'm not ready to s... settle down." She was babbling, she knew, and she shut her mouth when she saw the look that Wanda was giving her.

"You have a simple choice," Wanda said. "You can be my pretty plastic bride or you can be my punching bag. Of course, if you choose the latter option, the question arises of how long you will endure your role in my gym before you get down on your knees and beg me to marry you." She held Supergirl close to her and the two of them sat in silence.

Supergirl felt deeply conflicted, but not so much from the choice that Wanda had offered her as from the feelings that came from recalled memories. The fact is that Wanda reminded Supergirl of her friend Nori Klev-Tuk.

When she had been ordinary Kara Zor-El growing up in Argo City she and Nori had been somewhat more that casual friends. One aveshna older than Kara, Nori had been in the class ahead of her in school. Nonetheless, she had chosen Kara to be her exercise-mate for their physical development class. Supergirl felt a twinge of sadness at remembering Nori, now five years dead, but she recalled a more pleasant memory, one that seemed pertinent to her present situation. Although both girls had still been a little too young to enjoy a full-blown lesbian love affair, common among teen-aged girls and women in the ultramodern, pagan society they grew up in, they were clearly taking the first steps toward one.

It happened shortly before the meteor storm that destroyed the city and compelled Kara's parents to send her to Earth, where she became Supergirl. Kara and Nori had been exercising in their school's centrifugal gymnasium and afterward they had bathed together. Nori had started by telling Kara how nice the gold and purple stars printed on the transparent-white plastic of her shower cap looked against her blonde hair and Kara had replied that she liked the little white starburst patterns printed on the clear plastic of Nori's shower cap as seen against her night-black hair. Soon, weightless in the shower booth, the two girls had embraced each other and had put their heads on each other's left shoulders, accompanied by the soft swish of their shower caps brushing against each other as if kissing.

They had often held each other while bathing together, a necessity in a weightless environment. And Kara enjoyed the feel of Nori's bare skin soft, smooth, and warm against hers. But this time she had also felt Nori trembling, as if she were afraid of something. Nori had pulled her head back then, gazed into Kara's eyes, then shyly dropped her gaze, leaned her head forward, and tenderly kissed Kara's lips. A surge of electric warmth had flashed through Kara's body then and made her heart beat faster. She pushed her lips against Nori's to intensify the kiss.

A moment later, accompanied by the sound of their shower caps kissing each other again, Nori kissed Kara's left cheek and then in a quavery voice half-whispered into her left ear, "Shunda-hai". Now Kara had begun to tremble. She and Nori had always said "shunda", the Kryptonese equivalent of the Hawaiian aloha, to each other when the met or parted, but for Nori to add the strongest intensifier particle was something entirely else. Indeed, "shunda-hai" was such an intimate and passionate statement that Kara had actually never heard her parents say it to each other: it was a word for the bedroom only. Kara became aware of the pressure growing in her crotch, of her clitoris growing bigger and stiffer and sliding forward in its sheath. Nori tried tentatively to pull away but Kara tightened her embrace, partly because she didn't want Nori to see her extended clitoris, kissed Nori's cheek and whispered, "Shunda-hai". The girls had then kissed each other on the lips again, more forcefully this time, but before they could do more the attendant robot had come and told them that their allotted time in the shower booth had expired.

Kara and Nori had exchanged shy glances and smiles as they got dressed. They had tentatively planned another intimate encounter at a time and place when and where they would be alone long enough to explore their love for each other, but a malicious fate intervened. Kara had cried all the way to Earth, for her lost parents and the other people of her city, certainly, but mostly for Nori. After coming to Earth and becoming Supergirl she knew that her immense strength would prevent her from surrendering herself to a passionate relationship.

She thought that she could still feel Nori's lips soft and warm on hers, but she came out of her reverie to find that it was Wanda who was kissing her. She realized then that Wanda looked a little like what she believed Nori would have looked like had she grown older.

Wanda broke the kiss and gazed into Supergirl's eyes. She lovingly stroked the plastic of her raincoat.

"Well, my pretty plastic prisoner," she said. "Perhaps you need more time to think about it?"

"No," Supergirl said. "No," she repeated a little more softly. "I will marry you tomorrow. I will be your plastic bride and I will love you as your wife."

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Late that night, back in the little room in which she had been imprisoned that day, she took off all of her clothes and put on the raincoat. She lay herself down on the bed and slipped the hand towel from the bathroom inside the raincoat and under her buttocks to catch the crotch drool that she was about to exude.

She imagined that she had been turned into an inflatable plastic punching bag, one that was inflated through the pink tube protruding from the pink aureole over the top of her crotch: she was to be inflated through her clitoris. When she was fully inflated, any more air blown into her became sexual heat. She imagined Wanda was kneeling in front of her and blowing air into her, making her hotter than she had ever felt in her life.

<<"Now," Wanda said as she stood up to confront her prisoner, "my helpless plastic slave-doll, let's see how well you respond to your mistress."

<<Then Wanda began to punch her, making her bounce gaily for her. The punches didn't hurt, though she felt a jolt from each one. Each punch tipped her over backward almost to the floor. Then she bounced smartly upright, as if she were eager to be punched again.

<<As she bounced for Wanda she grew hotter and the pressure in her crotch grew tighter. She craved the magic words that only Wanda could utter. Even though she was mute, she begged Wanda to gloat over her. Then she got her wish.

<<"Now, Supergirl," Wanda said and punched her.

<<"You're my...," Wanda continued. She punched Supergirl again and Supergirl felt her sexual heat bring her to quivering readiness.

<<"... big, fat,..." Wanda continued. She punched Supergirl again and Supergirl felt her heart pounding. She would have been panting and moaning if she could have made any sound other than the rubbery thumps that came from her every time Wanda punched her.

<<"...plastic..." Wanda continued. She punched Supergirl again and Supergirl felt as if her clitoris were about to explode.

<<"...punching..." Wanda continued. She punched Supergirl again and Supergirl felt a tickle in her clitoris.

<<"...bag!" Wanda finished. She punched Supergirl again and Supergirl climaxed, throbbing with orgasm as hot libido seemed to gush from her clitoris in long, hard spurts. She jerked, bucked, and writhed in ecstasy as Wanda continued to punch her. Eventually, though, Wanda tired and Supergirl's passion-storm abated.

<<Supergirl felt one more flash of sexual warmth as Wanda gazed lovingly at her and said, "At last, Supergirl, you are my inflated plastic prisoner forever!">>

As she lay in the soft afterglow of her passion-storm she wondered why imagining being the helpless plaything of a lesbian witch got her hot. It must have something to do with transmuting quivering anxiety into trembling passion, she figured, something that normally happened in sexual relations.

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In the morning Wanda came to Supergirl's prison room with the fat sergeant and two other members of what Supergirl now knew was Wanda's Puss Force, a private militia comprising only women. Supergirl had already dressed herself, leaving the raincoat draped over the room's lone chair. Now, she saw, Wanda brought folded-up clothes and offered them to her. She saw that Wanda had brought her a white short-sleeved pullover blouse and white culottes to wear with a sleeveless pullover dress made of transparent-blue plastic that had her ess-on-a-shield emblem printed on the bodice in opaque red and yellow.

"This is nice," she said to Wanda, "but I sorta want to wear my own clothes."

Wanda grabbed Supergirl's costume in both hands and pulled her prisoner up onto her tiptoes. "Do you need help getting dressed?" she asked.

The fat sergeant cracked her knuckles and smiled. It was not a pleasant smile. It was the kind of smile one sees on a gaping alligator.

"N... no," Supergirl said.

Wanda released her then and watched as she took off her red-caped blue minidress and her boots. She kept her blue panties and put on the clothes that Wanda had brought. She had to admit to herself that she liked wearing a plastic dress, though she was worried about what Wanda intended to do with her Supergirl costume.

For the rest of the day she was caught up in a whirl of activity. After having breakfast with Wanda, she was given a tour of the estate and introduced to its residents. Then she and Wanda spent the rest of the day with wedding preparations. While going over the schedule of events, Supergirl pointed to one place on the list and told Wanda that she needed to sing a hymn at that point in the ceremony. Wanda penciled it in.

It was early evening when the wedding began with the dressing of the bride. Several members of the Puss Force, wearing their bridesmaids' dresses led Supergirl to the dressing room in the estate's gymnasium and helped her put on her bridal clothes. Again she kept her own panties. The women started by giving her a half slip and camisole made of ultra-soft, skin-smooth, opaque-white plastic. Since she didn't perspire, she could wear those on her bare skin without discomfort. Her wedding dress was made of transparent milky-white plastic on which white and silver floral designs had been printed. Her matching full apron had a version of her ess-on-a-shield emblem printed on its bib in pink outlined with pale gold. Because the wedding was held entirely indoors, she went barefoot.

When she was ready she and her bridesmaids went to the chapel, the six bridesmaids walking in double file with her in the middle. She had seen the chapel earlier and from the decor deduced that whatever religion these women followed, it was most certainly not Christianity. It seemed to be something vastly older. That might explain the deer skulls that the bridesmaids carried as if in offering.

At the entrance to the chapel she paused. She saw that Wanda and the rest of the Puss Force were already inside, along with Homer Sapiens and Grud standing demurely in the rear of the room. On the threshold of the chapel she sang her hymn in Kryptonese, but it was not the hymn of devotion that she had led Wanda to expect. In an alien tonality that sounded a little like a rock-and-roll ballad she sang,

"I am on a path not of my own choosing,

O Servants of Rao's Dream.

I must return to my own true way,

O Servants of Rao's Dream.

Perhaps I may hide my truth,

in order to find my truth,

O Servants of Rao's Dream.

Guide me, let me harm no one,

O Servants of Rao's Dream.

As I strive to return to my own true way,

O Servants of Rao's Dream."

When she finished she began the long march to the altar, feeling very much like a sacrificial animal.

Antje Leiternyppel, the fat sergeant, sang an aria that astounded her. The woman's gruff Tugboat-Annie voice became downright angelic. She must have had opera training, Supergirl thought as she walked slowly toward her fate.

Wanda stood by the altar wearing a black satin camisole and half slip with a raincoat made of silk-soft, skin-smooth transparent-black plastic. Highlights rippled on the plastic in time with Wanda's breathing. Supergirl thought she could feel Wanda's body heat radiating off the plastic and she started feeling sexually warm. Still, she thought wryly, Wanda only lacked the stereotypical broad-brimmed pointed hat to be the perfect image of a witch. Then she realized with a start that she had, in fact, just caught a glimpse, as if by x-ray vision, through the dissolute heiress and saw that Wanda was, in actual fact, a true witch, heiress not only to the von Kreesus fortune but also to a millenia-old cultural heritage few suspected still existed. She felt an electric thrill run up and down her spine as she came face to face with her captress.

"Now I sing of women's power," Wanda chanted as she put her hands on Supergirl's shoulders.

As instructed, Supergirl matched the gesture, putting her hands on Wanda's shoulders and feeling Wanda's personal warmth in soft, smooth plastic.

"Now I recite the unity of strength," Wanda continued chanting. "With a good woman as partner, each of us two, we shall grow in strength together. Come, let us put hand in hand and finger in finger-gap; each grip in the other's grip; and make the bond that no man may pull asunder."

Together they took their hands off each other's shoulders and they turned to face the congregation. Then Wanda put her right hand in Supergirl's left hand, palm to palm, and gripped it. Looking out over the assembled women, Supergirl noticed the big man, J. Hoover Grud, dabbing at his eyes with a handkerchief. Standing next to him, the woman who had led the capture team, Candyfloss, seemed to be in shock.

"Let us cast our spells, you yours and I mine," Wanda half-sang. "As the water-maker lights the sun, let us unite and light the world!" She then spoke a single sentence in a language that Supergirl did not recognize.

"As the sun makes its sacred warmth a gift to the world," Supergirl chanted, "let us make our feminine warmth a gift to Humanity!" Then she added in Kryptonese, slowing her pronunciation to accommodate the slower reflexes of the Terran women, "Ashoa stishmat'kuvai hoyinth! Rao badokuvai ho-devu ey-shna!" (May the Gods help me! May Rao dream it true!)

"It is done!" the lead bridesmaid cried out. Then she and the other bridesmaids came before Wanda and Supergirl and each waved the deer skull she held in an arc over the two women's heads. As the last deer skull passed over Supergirl's head the congregation let out a collective sigh.

There was no reception. The women got up from their places and left the chapel, most of them in pairs. Wanda, still holding Supergirl's hand, led her bride to her apartment.

In Wanda's sitting room Supergirl saw a new piece of furniture. It was a display case and inside was her neatly folded costume with her boots lying on either side of it. She didn't have time to take a closer look. Wanda's hand against her back insisted that she go to the bedroom.

Supergirl began to tremble when she came into Wanda's bedroom and saw the big double bed with its thick pink comforter. She stood submissively by the love seat across the room from the foot of the bed and allowed Wanda to kiss her as she reached behind her to untie her bridal apron. Wanda lifted the apron's yoke over Supergirl's head, kissed the emblem on the bib, and then laid the apron on the love seat. Next Wanda took Supergirl's bridal gown off of her and laid it on the love seat, to be followed by her camisole and half slip.

Being naked in another woman's bedroom made Supergirl feel quivery inside. The sound of Wanda's breathing, already heavy, began to arouse warm libido in her crotch. She became intensely aware of her nipples and her clitoris getting ready to swell with passion as she watched Wanda kneel before her to take down her panties.

Wanda saw that her panties were damp. "You've been getting hot, haven't you?" she said.

"A...a little," Supergirl stammered.

"Well, now you can do it a lot," Wanda said. "I want my pretty bride to be superhot in my bed." She finished removing Supergirl's panties and then stood up. "Now you get to undress me."

Supergirl reached out with trembling hands. She put her left hand against the small of Wanda's back and pressed her right hand against her belly. She felt how soft and warm Wanda's plastic was and on impulse hugged her, trembling all over.

"Well?" Wanda prompted.

"Sorry," Supergirl said. "I'm just a little nervous. I've never done this before."

She moved behind Wanda and hugged her, then began to separate the magnetic patches on her raincoat. She slipped the warm plastic off Wanda and laid it onto the chair by the bed. Then she pulled Wanda's camisole over her head and laid it on the chair as well. She went around in front of Wanda, gazed deep into her eyes, then bent her knees just enough to let her kiss Wanda's nipples. She felt Wanda's left nipple swell and stiffen against her lips: Wanda's right nipple was already hard by the time she got to it.

Wanda was begin to breath heavily as Supergirl knelt before her and pulled down her half slip. She pulled on Wanda's calves, one after the other, to get her to lift her feet so that she could take the half slip from around her ankles and toss it onto the chair. Finally she pulled down Wanda's panties, noticing that they were more than damp. She saw the tip of Wanda's clitoris peeking from between her labia and tenderly touched it. She heard Wanda inhale a deep shuddering gasp. She took Wanda's panties all the way off her and tossed them onto the chair and then stood up to confront her fate.

"I... I know what you're going to do to me," Supergirl said in a trembling voice. "And... and I know you want to enjoy it, s... so I need to ask you a small favor."

"What is it, my love?" Wanda asked with a bemused expression on her face.

"I have a kinda ticklish nose," Supergirl said, her voice shaking almost to inaudibility, "and I don't want to start sneezing when you get on top of me. I mean, I... I love your hair, b... but if it gets in my face I'm afraid it'll make me sneeze, s... so w... would you please wear your shower cap to bed? Please, Wanda?"

"Why, of course I will," Wanda said.

She went to her bathroom and returned carrying her Dèlurè et Joli™ "Puissance du Femme" beret de douche. It was made of transparent-black plastic on which gold and silver images of the circle-on-a-cross symbol of the female, all interlocked in a circular pattern, had been printed. A black rubber band around its rim made the plastic disc into a beret-style shower cap. She gazed at Supergirl as she slipped it over her hair and tucked stray wisps of hair into it. Her hair puffed out the plastic, smoothed it out, and Supergirl found the sight made her feel a little quivery again.

Wanda put her hand on Supergirl's back and gently nudged her toward the bed. Taking the hint, Supergirl got into the bed, sliding herself under the covers, and lay on her back. She watched Wanda go to her side of the bed and crawl under the covers. Pausing only to touch a switch to turn out the lights, Wanda pulled the covers up and turned toward her quivering bride.

"Please, Wanda," Supergirl said, "be gentle with me."

"I wouldn't have you any other way," Wanda purred. She reached out her right hand and stroked Supergirl's belly, then moved her hand up the stroke her breasts. Breathing heavily, she lifted herself up onto her bride and kissed her.

Supergirl gasped in pleasure as she felt Wanda's breasts come down soft and hot on hers and felt Wanda's lips press firmly against hers.

"Oh, you're so soft and warm," Wanda panted as she mounted Supergirl and slid her right thigh between Supergirl's legs.

"And you're so big and strong," Supergirl said as she gently squeezed and kneaded Wanda's biceps. Then she felt Wanda push her belly against hers and the passion that had been simmering within her flared up. She slid her arms under Wanda's and took Wanda in her embrace.

Wanda put her left cheek on Supergirl's as she began to move her hips to and fro, rubbing her erect clitoris on Supergirl's right thigh and rubbing her thigh against Supergirl's clitoris. Wanda's heavy breathing segued into a series of desperate-sounding grunts and Supergirl let out a series of quavery squeals in time to Wanda's motion.

Supergirl felt her heart beating faster, felt a fluttering in her belly, and felt her clitoris hardening more than she had ever felt it do before. Then Wanda turned her head to get her face out of the pillow and pushed the plastic of her shower cap into Supergirl's face. The sensation of Wanda's most intimate plastic pressed soft and warm against her nose, lips, and cheek brought Supergirl to climax. She bucked against Wanda and quivered as waves of heat surged within her. And she felt Wanda convulse on top of her, writhing over her and making her climax all the harder.

All too soon it was over. The two women lay panting together and a few minutes later, one after the other, shared a last burst of heat from their post-coital blushes. Slowly their breathing resumed its normal pace and then slackened as they drifted off to sleep.

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Late that night, when Wanda was deeply asleep, Supergirl got out of bed. Quietly she picked up Wanda's raincoat from the chair where she had put it and took it and a small washcloth from the bathroom to the parlor. There she put the raincoat on, tucked the washcloth under her crotch to catch her crotch slobber, and luxuriated in the sensation of her mistress's soft, smooth plastic growing warm on her bare skin.

She imagined that Wanda had caught her in the act of playing with her raincoat. She imagined...

<<Wanda had forced her to put the raincoat on her naked body and then had ordered Sergeant Leiternyppel to tie her hands behind her back. With Supergirl thus bound, Wanda had walked her to her private chapel/playroom. The altar was simply a single bed on which a blue plastic air mattress lay. As she approached the altar under Wanda's prodding, Supergirl saw that the air mattress had been made by turning her blue minidress into plastic. Wanda forced her to lie on the air mattress and then turned her attention to another one of her toys.

<<It was a six-foot tall inflatable punching bag made of opaque-pink plastic, one that appeared on first impression to have two pink beach balls by its base. Then Wanda picked it up and Supergirl saw that it was a giant inflated penis. Wanda tipped it over and pushed its glans between Supergirl's legs and up against her cunnus. Supergirl watched in horrified fascination as she saw the penis penetrate her and felt it pushing into her vagina. Somehow it was shrinking down as it entered her. She felt her clitoris expand, lengthen, and stiffen as Wanda pushed the punching bag all the way into her.

<<"Now, Supergirl," Wanda said, "since you love my raincoat so much, it's going to make love to you."

<<Wanda stroked the raincoat's plastic where it lay across Supergirl's breasts. The punching bag began to slide out of Supergirl's vagina, but Wanda stepped back and punched its base, ramming it back into Supergirl. The jolt, transmitted through the air inflating the bag, thumped the wall of Supergirl's vagina as the bag slid along it and stroked her clitoris.

<<Supergirl became intensely aware of the raincoat's plastic soft, smooth, and warm on her bare skin. She grew hotter and the pressure in her crotch grew tighter. She watched Wanda loom over her and punch the bag back into her as it slid out of her. Slowly at first and then faster, Wanda punched the bag and pumped up Supergirl's libido. Supergirl felt her sexual heat rise and bring her to quivering readiness.

<<Wanda had her left hand on the inside of Supergirl's right thigh and Supergirl felt her heart pounding. She was panting and moaning now, keeping time with the rubbery thumps that came from the giant penis every time Wanda punched it.

<<Soon, now," Wanda said. "Soon you will climax and become pregnant with a copy of my raincoat."

<<Supergirl felt as if her clitoris were about to explode. The thought of having a plastic raincoat growing inside her - not just any raincoat, but Wanda's personal plastic raincoat - made her feel as if her whole body were ready to explode. And that feeling tickled her clitoris.

<<Supergirl climaxed, throbbing with orgasm as hot libido seemed to gush from her clitoris in long, hard spurts. She jerked, bucked, and writhed in ecstasy as Wanda continued to punch the big plastic penis into her. Eventually, though, Wanda tired and Supergirl's passion-storm abated. Wanda pulled the punching bag out of Supergirl and tossed it aside, letting it bounce and wobble until it came to rest standing upright again.

<<Supergirl felt one more flash of sexual warmth as Wanda loomed over her, gazed lovingly into her eyes, and said, "At last, Supergirl, you are my pregnant plastic prisoner forever!">>

She climaxed then, squirming in the love seat, stroking the plastic of Wanda's raincoat with her left hand as she rubbed her clitoris with her right hand. She strove to avoid making any sound, emitting only soft little grunts as she felt her clitoris throbbing with pleasure that spread throughout her body in warm waves. Then she was finished. She slipped out of the raincoat and used the already damp washcloth to wipe up any residual crotch drool.

Taking care to be as quiet as possible, she went back to the bedroom, put the raincoat back on the chair whence she had taken it, and put the washcloth into the laundry hamper in the bathroom. Finally she slid herself back into bed, scooted over close to Wanda, then put her left arm around Wanda's waist, put her lips on Wanda's back, and went to sleep.

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Next morning Supergirl woke up just as the sun was beginning to spill light over the eastern horizon. As the room brightened Wanda began to stir as well, then turned over toward Supergirl and opened her eyes.

"Mmm... mornin'," Wanda muttered with a smile. She moved close to Supergirl and kissed her.

"Good morning," Supergirl said. Then with a shy smile she added, "Want to make it better?"

"Mmm hmm," Wanda said. She started to move closer to her bride.

Supergirl rolled over toward Wanda and pushed her back onto her pillow. She ran her left hand over Wanda's body as she lifted herself up and mounted Wanda, sliding her left thigh between Wanda's legs.

Coming fully awake, Wanda tried to push Supergirl off of her, but she couldn't get the necessary leverage against the soft mattress and pillows. "No!" she said.

Supergirl kissed her lips to silence her protest, then shushed her as she kissed her neck and shoulder. Then she slid down a bit to kiss Wanda's breasts and enjoyed the sensation of Wanda's left nipple swelling and stiffening warmly against her lips. In the growing light she savored the sight of Wanda's pale translucent skin, its warmth, its rubbery softness. It seemed to her as if Wanda were made of plastic, like a big inflatable doll, and the thought roused her passion. She was breathing heavily and Wanda was too, letting out a little grunt at the end of each exhalation. Making a slithering motion, she rubbed her belly against Wanda's.

Then Supergirl felt her clitoris grow and stiffen. She was squealing with each exhalation and was trembling all over. And when she felt Wanda's clitoris poke into her thigh she was ready. She began thrusting her hips to and fro, rubbing her clitoris on Wanda's left thigh while rubbing her left thigh against Wanda's clitoris, rubbing it and pressing it down with each thrust. Wanda's grunts took on a more desperate tone and Supergirl's squeals became quavery as she tried to merge herself into the big, hot woman under her.

She kept getting hotter as she strove to bring Wanda to climax. She moaned Wanda's name over and over. She felt Wanda struggling, writhing under her, squeezing her and caressing her back. She was cheek to cheek with Wanda and felt her nose press into the body-warm plastic of Wanda's shower cap. She thought of how much she wanted to be Wanda's plastic apron, draped upon Wanda's naked body, and she climaxed.

She jerked and shuddered as she felt her clitoris throbbing in ticklish ecstasy. It seemed to her as if a great pressure were fluttering her clitoris like the neck of a balloon as it gushed out of her, as if she were somehow blowing her superbreath out her crotch. Her climax was only intensified by the sensations of Wanda convulsing in climax in her embrace. Her squeals gave way to sobs as she squirmed and trembled. And then the passion squall was over and Supergirl and Wanda lay panting in each other's arms.

When they had rested for a time Wanda got up out of bed, took off her shower cap, and put on a pair of panties and her red plastic boxing trunks. Getting out of bed right behind Wanda, Supergirl put her panties back on and then looked for the rest of her clothes. Wanda took from a drawer a pair of blue plastic boxing trunks that had her emblem printed across the front in red and yellow and told her to put them on. When Supergirl had complied Wanda took her left hand and led her out of the apartment.

Out in the wide hallway Supergirl felt embarrassed and put her right arm over her breasts. They had gone only a short distance when they heard squeals of delight and saw two completely naked women running toward them, one woman clearly chasing the other. The two women paused only long enough to salute Wanda and then scampered on their way. Supergirl watched them for a few seconds and then put her right arm down.

Supergirl found that she had to half trot to keep up with Wanda. Soon they came to the gym and Wanda towed Supergirl toward the wrestling mat. Wanda released Supergirl's hand and Supergirl turned to face Wanda only to see the bigger woman already slamming into her. In a matter of seconds Supergirl was lying on her back on the mat with Wanda sitting on her and pushing her shoulders against the mat.

"You may get on top of me in bed when you can pin me here," Wanda said. She got up then and allowed Supergirl to get up before attacking her a second time.

Supergirl was ready for the second attack, but found that her defense only slowed Wanda down, but didn't stop her. Again Supergirl found herself on her back with Wanda sitting on her. To her horror Supergirl realized that her collar had made her too weak to wrestle with Wanda and have any hope of winning.

"All right," Supergirl said as Wanda got up off her, "I surrender."

"No, no," Wanda said, "it's not that easy. If you want to surrender, you must pull down my trunks and panties and kiss my nether lips."

"Eew," Supergirl commented. She stood up, half turned as if to walk away, and then jerked around to charge Wanda in hopes of knocking her off balance. She nearly succeeded, but Wanda managed to stay on her feet and then grab her not-so-super opponent, lift her up, and lay her out on the mat a third time.

By the tenth time she hit the mat Supergirl was crying. Not only was she weak, but she was tiring, becoming even weaker. Her choice was between the longer humiliation of being thrown around on the mat or the shorter one of kissing Wanda's private parts. She opted for the latter. When Wanda stood up, Supergirl waddled to her on her knees and pulled down her boxing trunks and her panties. Then, with tears running down her cheeks she pressed her lips into Wanda's crotch.

A moment later Supergirl felt Wanda reach down and pull up her panties and trunks, brushing the soft, smooth plastic across her cheek as she did so. Then Wanda took her hands and pulled her up.

Standing up she embraced Wanda, put her head on Wanda's shoulder and cried.

She felt Wanda gently caress her back and she knew that submission would always lead to kind treatment. "OK, I give up," she said quietly. "I'll submit to you, Wanda." Then she tilted her head back and allowed Wanda to kiss her. She blushed when she heard a collective sigh from the other women in the gym.

Having thus taken her morning exercise, Wanda took Supergirl back to her apartment. There she took off her boxing trunks and panties and put on her shower cap, telling Supergirl to do the same. Then the two women went into Wanda's bathroom to take a shower.

"Here," Wanda said as warm water ran over her body. She offered Supergirl a bar of soap. "Soap my body for me."

Supergirl took the soap and rubbed it between her hands to create lather and then soaped her own chest and belly.

"I could have sworn that I told you to soap up my body," Wanda said.

"Give me a second," Supergirl said. Then she slid her arms around Wanda's waist, embraced her, and began rubbing against her. She then began soaping Wanda's back. She felt Wanda's nipples swell and stiffen against her chest and she kissed Wanda's waiting lips. When she had soaped Wanda thoroughly, front and back, she gave the soap to Wanda, who then soaped her up completely.

Still hugging and kissing Supergirl, Wanda used her foot to knock the opaque-white plastic air mattress that was leaning against one wall of the shower to the floor. Still embracing her prisoner, she laid her down on the soft, smooth plastic, now body-warm from the water running over it. She was breathing heavily as she mounted Supergirl.

For her part, Supergirl felt hot lying on Wanda's plastic toy and got even hotter when Wanda came down on her. All wet and soapy, Wanda slipped and slid on Supergirl, putting her right thigh between Supergirl's legs as much to hold her position as to enhance their mutual arousal. As Wanda rubbed against her, Supergirl let out quavery squeals that seemed to stimulate Wanda to even greater effort. She felt the pressure in her crotch grow until she was ready to explode.

Then Wanda put her face into the plastic pillow of the air mattress and her shower cap brushed against Supergirl's face. Again Supergirl felt Wanda's most intimate plastic kissing her nose and her lips. The sensation tickled her clitoris and she climaxed. She bucked and squirmed under Wanda and immediately Wanda convulsed in her own hot climax, uttering desperate-sounding grunts as she rammed her clitoris against Supergirl's thigh again and again.

It was over too soon and the two women lay panting with the water raining down on Wanda's back. The soft patter of droplets on Wanda's shower cap made Supergirl feel warm inside again, but after a time for resting and catching their breath Wanda got up, pulled Supergirl to her feet, and they finished their bath.

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On the morning of her third day of captivity Supergirl went with Wanda on her morning rounds. She learned what a mistake that could be when the time came for punishment parade. Members of the Puss Force lined up in the courtyard of the mansion and those who had earned the appropriate demerits were obliged to submit to the application of Wanda's riding crop to their buttocks.

Supergirl winced as she heard the whish-smack of the whip striking bare flesh and the yelp from the bare flesh's owner. She knew that she was going to hate punishment parade, the more so because the members of the Puss Force seemed to crave it. Since no one seemed to be paying her any attention, she snuck out of the courtyard.

She left the area and wandered in the mansion's formal garden. There she saw the large man she had seen dragging Wanda's opponent out of the gymnasium when she had arrived. Introduced to her as J. Hoover Grud, he was sitting on a bench with a book open on his hand. She was about to turn around to leave when he look up and waved to her.

"Good morning, Supergirl," he said in a voice whose depth made basso profundo sound downright soprano in comparison.

"Good morning, Mr. Grud," she said. He had closed his book when he saw her and she saw the title - The Existentialist Dilemma of Superman by Jean-Paul Sartre. "I hope I'm not disturbing you," she added.

"Not at all," Grud said. "And it's just plain Grud, no Mister."

She sat down on the bench next to him and pointed to the book. "I haven't had a chance to read that yet," she said.

"You should," he said. "It applies to you as much as to your cousin." He hefted the book as if testing its weight. "I'll give it to you when I have finished it," he added.

"Thank you," she said, "but could you tell me briefly what the dilemma is?"

"I believe so," Grud said. "The basic question Sartre asks is how can you find meaning in this world. More specifically, he asks how your possession of superpowers interacts with the world to enable you to become an authentic superwoman."

"How does he mean authentic?" Supergirl asked. "Authentic to what?"

"I haven't got that far yet," he said.

"Does he mention Nietzsche's übermensch?" she asked.

"Yes," Grud said. "He makes special reference to 'Thus Spake Zarathustra' and to the man who overcomes himself. In that struggle the Nietzschean superman must use the world to gain the leverage on himself to enact his self-overcoming. The problem, as Sartre sees it, is that your superpowers make the world too soft to give you any leverage over yourself, at least as Nietzsche means it. Unable to overcome yourself truly, he says, you must necessarily become inauthentic."

"That's a rather nice irony," Supergirl said. "By having superpowers we cannot be authentic superman or superwoman. The world doesn't offer us a big enough challenge that would enable our self-overcoming."

Grud smiled. "You see it as I do, then. Of course, I still have more to read, but I suspect Sartre won't say anything to alter what we already know of this subject."

"I'll be interested to see what more he has to say," Supergirl said. She bowed her head and said, "I have to confess that I didn't expect to find you interested in philosophy. I had formed a somewhat different picture of you from what the other women say."

Grud held up a hand to silence her. "Don't tell me; let me guess. You overheard someone make reference to Wanda's Neanderthal handyman, right?"

"Don't you object to the women calling you a Neanderthal?" she asked.

"Nah," Grud said. "Do you object to people calling you a Kryptonian?"

"No," Supergirl said, "though we tend to prefer Kryptonese. But...." She paused and looked closely at him. "Grud, the Neanderthals have been extinct for forty thousand years."

"Yes, they have been," Grud said. "Have you met Homer Sapiens yet?"

"You mean Wanda's scientific advisor," Supergirl said, startled by the non sequitur, "the one she calls Eggbonce?"

"That's the one," Grud said. "When he was at university he got an inspiration that he could build a time machine and he has worked at that goal for all of his career, at least when he has time for it."

"So he used a time machine to bring you out of the past?" Supergirl asked. "Sort of like Alley Oop?"

"I don't know that Oop fellow," Grud said, "but one of Homer's initial experiments did, in fact, bring me here from Europe's distant past. I was five years old at the time and quite grateful to the nice Cro-Magnon fellow. That cave bear didn't look like it was trying to be my friend."

"But if Dr. Sapiens can travel through time...," she said in awe.

Grud shook his head. "He can move objects in time, but he can't control the process. Sometimes it works, but most of the time it doesn't."

They heard a distant clock chime the hour and Grud heaved a sigh. Almost reluctantly he stood up.

"Time to get back to work," he said.

Supergirl stood up as well. "I hope we can talk again," she said.

"So do I," Grud said. He hefted the book again, "I think I will have finished this by tomorrow afternoon, so you will likely have it by tomorrow evening."

"Thank you," she said.

Then they went their separate ways. Supergirl continued to explore the garden and found that it was something of a maze. At several places she came to little hidden alcoves from which came huffing and puffing and moaning and groaning. Out of simple courtesy she didn't explore those.

In the part of the garden farthest from the house she heard soft sobs coming from ahead of her and went to see what trouble might be afflicting their source. Turning the corner she saw the blond doxy who had led the team that captured her, the woman the others all called Candyfloss. Suddenly aware of Supergirl's approach, Candyfloss looked up with a startled gasp. For a brief instant Supergirl thought that she was looking into a mirror.

"I'm sorry," Supergirl said. "I didn't intend to startle you. I heard you crying and thought you might be in trouble."

"Ya don' know the 'alf of it," Candyfloss said, still sniffling.

"If there's anything I can do to help...," Supergirl hinted.

Candyfloss shook her head. "There's no 'elp for it," she said in a quavery voice that nearly broke into sobbing again.

"Perhaps if I knew what's troubling you...," Supergirl hinted again. "Sometimes it helps to talk about a problem."

"No' this one," Candyfloss said. "Ya took me Boo'iful away from me. How is talkin' goin' to 'elp tha'?"

"I didn't mean to take her and I certainly didn't want to," Supergirl said.

"I know tha'", Candyfloss said. "It's not you I'm blamin'. But when I saw you walkin' down the aisle, I was dyin' inside, ya know wha' I mean?"

"Yes," Supergirl said as she sat down next to Candyfloss, "I believe I do. And if it had been up to me, it would have been you walking down that aisle."

"Ya mean tha'? Truly?" Candyfloss said in astonishment.

"Yes," Supergirl said. "Well, don't get me wrong. I like Wanda and I can see why you love her. But it wasn't really my idea to be here, now was it?"

"No," Candyfloss said. "I' was Wanda's idea and once she ge's an idea inta 'er 'ead there's no ge'in' i' out again."

Supergirl sighed. "I had a suspicion that she intends to keep me here awhile."

"Oh, she's never goin' ta let ya go," Candyfloss said. "If ya want ta be free, ya'll hafta make your own escape."

"Right," Supergirl said. "Easier said than done I suspect."

"If you're goin' up against Wanda," Candyfloss said, "ya'd better bring all your wits and more. An' if ya come up with a plan, I don' want ta know about i': I don't even want ta know ya 'ave a plan."

"Agreed," Supergirl said. "We don't talk about escape plans. So, to change the subject, I would guess that Candyfloss is not your real name."

Candyfloss shook her head. "No more than Supergirl is yours."

"Unh huh," Supergirl said. "Well, my real name is Kara Zor-El. Just call me Kara. So what's your real name?"

"I don' use it none anymore," she said. "Bu' if ya must know, the name on me birth certificate is Candace Fleiss."

"But why Candyfloss?" Supergirl said. "I mean aside from it's being an obvious parody of your real name."

"I think it's wha' ya Americans call co'on candy. Ya know, somethin' sweet ta eat. Tha boys a' the Ballet Rosè 'ad a real sense o' humor, they did."

"Why would the Ballet Rosè have anything to do with your name?" Supergirl asked.

"Tha's where me Mum and Dad dumped me when I go' ta bein' a li'l too inconvenient for 'em. I was there until Wanda's dad bought me."

"Bought you!?" Supergirl said in astonishment.

"Well, sorta," Candyfloss said. "I' was a bit more roundabout, ya see. One of old man von Kreesus's debtors abducted me from the Ballet and gave me ta old von Kreesus to pay off 'is debt."

"B... but aside from being highly illegal," Supergirl stammered, "that is unbelievably inhuman, to treat a young woman like that!"

"Ya'd think so," Candyfloss said. "Bu' i' all worked out for the good. Old von Kreesus 'ad a heart attack at a most inconvenient time to be callin' a doctor, so Wanda inherited me with the von Kreesus fortune. An' we make a wicked deadly team, we do. She 'as the wealth an' I've got the goods on most of the so-called nobility of Europe, so we're well on our way to realizin' 'er dream of bein' the Empress of a New Roman Empire. Naturally, when she started talkin' about 'avin' a weddin' I just assumed...." She started to cry again.

Supergirl put a comforting arm around her shoulder. They sat and talked for several hours and parted as good friends.

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On the morning of the fourth day of her captivity Supergirl went to the gym when the Puss Force commandos were working out. She went wearing only her blue plastic boxing trunks and asked Sergeant Leiternyppel if someone would teach her the fighting skills that the Puss Force uses.

"I assume that I am now a member of the Puss Force," she said.

The fat sergeant looked her over and then called to a woman whom she introduced to Supergirl as Amelia Ampeltitt.

"You vill be strong voman, like us," Sergeant Leiternyppel said. "You vill not vant to be some rubberstick's jizz pillow, ja?"

"Yes," Supergirl said.

"I tink maybe I do not need to tell you zis," Sergeant Leiternyppel said. "I tink you already know. Superior strength does not guarantee victory." She tapped the side of her head. "Your victory comes from here."

"I understand," Supergirl said as she turned to follow Amelia to the exercise area. "Thanks, Sarge," she said.

"You're velcome," Sergeant Leiternyppel said. Then she did a double take and said, "Sarge!? Vot is 'Sarge'?" Then she muttered something in Dutch, something that likely would not play well in Amsterdam.

Supergirl was just about to ask a question when Amelia suddenly grabbed her arm and flipped her over onto her back.

"First lesson," Amelia said. "Trust no one."

Supergirl groaned and reached out a hand as if asking for help. Amelia took the hand to pull Supergirl up and Supergirl pulled her off balance, rolled over and put her free hand into Amelia's belly, and then gave Amelia a shove that laid her out on the mat on her back.

"Lesson learned," Supergirl said.

Amelia looked at her in shock and then laid back on the mat and laughed. Then she began to teach in earnest. She soon discovered that she had a well-prepared pupil: Supergirl had already learned a certain amount of jiu jitsu from allowing Batgirl to use her as a punching bag/sparring partner/tackling dummy.

Over the next two weeks Supergirl learned several new martial arts and developed her muscles, something she had not been able to do before because her superstrength would kick in to prevent her from getting the necessary exercise.

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She had gotten into the habit of taking walks with several other women after her morning training session to work out the kinks that the exercise put into her muscles. On their first walk she saw more of the island and was impressed by the sheer misanthropy that was evident. One large sign facing the sea identified the island as Nutcracker Cay and five smaller signs set up in a row added:

This here island

is just for women.

If you're a man,

better keep on swimmin'

Burma Shave.

She noticed that none of the women wore make-up or jewelry. Those distractions were kept in what the women laughingly called the "costume department". Like Kryptonese women, Wanda and her Puss Force commandoes expressed their feminine beauty through good health, simple good grooming, well-trained strength, and finely sharpened intellect.

One day she was in the Costume Department with Amelia and on the walls she saw pictures of strangely homely women.

"Those are not very pretty women," Supergirl said to Amelia.

Amelia cackled wickedly. "Those are not women," she chortled. "They are reminders that make-up and jewelry are for clowns."

That comment startled Supergirl. She didn't wear jewelry, but she did wear make-up as Linda Danvers. Was Linda a clown? She didn't think so, but....

"Though they also offer us effective disguises when we need them," Amelia added, "thanks ever so much to the foolish vanity of men."

Supergirl also discerned in the women the moral innocence of children commingled with the deep wisdom of grand witches. She saw that their morality (such as it was) flowed from true self-discipline, not from fear of punishment (however abstract). Their moral code reflected their aspirations, what they strove to become. In spirit, if not in body, these women were Kryptonese and she loved them for it.

True, their playfulness was often unhealthy for their usually male victims. But that was to be expected in a world that regarded and treated women as perpetual children. When the people of Earth finally renegotiated their social contract, as the people of Krypton had done centuries of avoshan ago, women like Wanda and her crew would have more positive outlets for their restless self-actuating energies. These women, at least, understood the source of true personal power: each explored what she was and then strove to transcend it, to become what she was not. And they were guided in that effort not by the infantile wish-fulfillment expectations of a society of smugly "superior" men, but rather by their individual intuitions of how their world had gone wrong and of what was needed to set it right. Engineers, not ingenues could be their motto; not a simpering inflatable-doll housewife in the bunch.

And in understanding those things she understood the subtle horror of what was happening to her: she was coming to enjoy her captivity. She actually liked being Wanda's prisoner and sex slave. How could she complain about being kept in a mansion that offered her every feminine indulgence? But she had been named for the Kara-emanation of the Ashoa in the hope that Rao would dream her following her grandmother, her ge'Ama'Ama, in the service of the Ashoa k'Raobado. Though her world no longer existed, the Ashoa had seen fit to bestow upon her the superpower nimbus so that she could benefit the people of Earth, not so that she could fritter her days away in some Caribbean paradise. She feared that she was becoming the very thing, the pampered little girl, that Wanda and her Puss Force commandoes strove so hard not to be.

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One morning, two weeks after beginning her training, she was ready. After Wanda had her way with her and rolled off her, she rolled with her and half mounted her. She put her hands on Wanda's shoulders and pushed her into the pillow. "Tonight I want to be on top," she said and gave Wanda a kiss.

"Oh, do you, now?" Wanda said in a taunting tone. "I trust you remember what you need to do before you can enjoy that privilege."

"Oh, do I have to?" Supergirl moaned. "I just want to love you, Wanda."

Wanda suspected a trap, but had the good grace to walk into it. "Yes, you have to," she said as she pushed Supergirl off her and got out of bed. She took off her shower cap, put on a clean pair of panties and her red plastic boxing trunks, and beckoned to Supergirl.

Heaving a sigh, Supergirl climbed out of bed and put on her own panties and her blue plastic boxing trunks. She then followed Wanda to the gym, where a dozen members of the Puss Force were already working out. Several of the women let out loud whistles when they saw Wanda and Supergirl going to the wrestling mat and soon more women came into the gym.

Wanda stood facing Supergirl and gave her a look that dared her to attack. Supergirl merely sauntered around her intended victim. After a minute of this, Wanda let out an exasperated sigh and put a hand on her hip. That one instant of inattention gave Supergirl what she wanted and she lunged at Wanda, catching just enough off guard to stagger her. Wanda managed to regain her balance, only to be thrown off it again. On the defensive from the start, Wanda didn't get a chance to gain the initiative. It was Supergirl's fight to lose and she had no intention of taking that option.

Her conditioning had made her stronger, had developed potential that her superpowers had kept unexpressed. Amelia's training also helped. But it was sheer determination that drove Supergirl to press the attack as hard as she could. She wasn't just after a sexual thrill here: she was testing herself, trying to see whether she had properly applied the process of self-overcoming that would enable herself to transcend herself, to become a true supergirl.

She had not given herself an easy challenge. Wanda was no pushover. It took Supergirl a full hour to reach her goal, but in the end she managed to get Wanda down and pin her to the mat.

True to her word, Wanda agreed to let Supergirl mount her that night. She even, to everyone's astonishment, knelt before Supergirl, pulled down her boxing shorts, and kissed her labia. Not surprising, really: Wanda knew that the key to command was never to demand of her subordinates anything that she would not do herself.

Late that night the two women made special preparations before going to bed. Supergirl wore her shower cap and her transparent-green plastic raincoat. Wanda wore her shower cap and her red satin bathrobe. They sat on the love seat facing the bed and Supergirl held Wanda.

"You are such a well-crafted instrument," Supergirl said, "made to produce grand symphonies of passion. If I am to play those symphonies on you, I need to know...." She tightened her embrace. "I need to know how you like to be held." She kissed Wanda's lips and then her neck. "I need to know how you like to be kissed." She slid her hand inside Wanda's robe and ran it over the side of her waist. "I need to know how you like to be touched."

Wanda was breathing heavily now. She took Supergirl's hand and pulled her up off the love seat.

"Take me now!" she said as she opened her robe and let it slip to the floor. She took Supergirl into her arms and pleaded with her. "Oh, my dear Supergirl, please take me."

Giving Wanda a coy look, Supergirl took off her raincoat and tossed it onto the love seat. She pushed Wanda gently backward, to the bed, and pushed her down onto it. Not bothering to go to her side of the bed, Supergirl got directly on top of Wanda. Belly to belly, thigh to thigh, breast to breast she laid herself on top of her lover. For a long moment she luxuriated in the sensations of Wanda's warmth and of rising and falling slightly in time with Wanda's breathing. She made a slithering motion that rubbed her breasts over Wanda's and she felt Wanda's nipples stiffen anew. Then she slid a little to her left to slide her right thigh between Wanda's legs.

She felt her nether lips plant a big, slobbery kiss on Wanda's thigh and felt Wanda's labia kissing her own thigh. She felt Wanda's hands caressing her buttocks and she began to rock to and fro. With quavery voice she panted love talk into Wanda's left ear and then began to repeat Wanda's name over and over. She felt her clitoris pressing into the warm, rubbery flesh of Wanda's thigh and sliding upon it as Wanda's clitoris ran up and down her right thigh. She felt the libido within her gaining pressure and growing hotter. For an insane instant she wondered whether Boyle's law applied to libido, but that rational thought was quickly swamped by images of herself as Wanda's inflated plastic punching bag bouncing gaily for her mistress. That image and the sounds of Wanda's desperate grunts brought her to the peak of arousal.

Only then did she allow herself to press her lips against the plastic of Wanda's shower cap. The sensation of Wanda's personal warmth in her most intimate plastic tickled Supergirl's clitoris and brought her to climax. She convulsed on Wanda, bringing Wanda to climax at the same time. Writhing, grunting as if in desperation, Supergirl seemed to be trying to merge with Wanda. She felt as if the bigger woman had grown hotter and she wanted to absorb every calorie of that delicious heat. And Wanda's bucking and squirming offered ever more sexual warmth until, at last, they ran out of energy and lay panting together. One final burst of heat came from their bodies, as if to rearouse their mutual lust, but it came too late and the women simply went to sleep.

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Supergirl was in the library reading a book when Amelia Ampeltitt came in and told her that Wanda was on her way back to the island in her private jet and was in a mood for play. She put the book away and ran back to Wanda's quarters. From the bedroom window she could see the short airstrip that the women had built like an aircraft carrier, with a catapult and arrester cables. She watched the jet approach the runway and heard the jet's whine become a roar as the pilot gunned the engine as insurance: if the plane's tailhook missed the cables, the pilot wanted to be able to take off again. She waited until she saw that the airplane had landed safely and then went to prepare herself.

She took off all of her clothes and put on Wanda's apron. The apron's ruffle draped over her bare feet, so she had to hold the apron's skirt up when she walked. She went to the parlor and she stood in front of the door with her head bowed and her hands clasped behind her back. Moments later she heard the door open and then heard a gasp of astonishment.

Wanda closed the door and set her briefcase on one of the chairs that flanked it. Then, as Supergirl watched with rapidly beating heart, she left a trail of clothes from the chair to the spot where Supergirl stood. Completely naked, Wanda gazed deep into Supergirl's eyes and then knelt before her, took her in an embrace, and kissed her belly through the apron's plastic. Supergirl felt the pressure in her crotch go up as Wanda pressed warmth onto her through her personal plastic.

"I want you so much," Wanda said in a trembling voice as she pressed her cheek against the warm plastic on Supergirl's belly. Then she stood up, picked Supergirl up, and carried her to the bedroom, where she set her down on the bed.

Supergirl took off the apron and laid it across the bed, then slid herself under the covers. She lay on her back and watched Wanda get into bed with her. At first Wanda lay against her right side, put her right hand on her belly, and gazed lovingly at her while breathing heavily. After a minute of that, she mounted Supergirl, sliding her right thigh between Supergirl's legs as she brought her breasts down onto Supergirl's. She slid her arms around Supergirl's back and went nose to nose with her.

"I love you, Supergirl," Wanda said. And kissed her.

"Je t'aime, Meilleur-gamine," she said. And kissed her again.

"Ich liebe dich, Übermädchen," she said. And kissed her again.

"Ya lyublyu tebya, Svyerkh-dyevushka," she said. And kissed her again.

"Jeg elsker deg, Kjempejente," she said. And kissed her again.

"Te amo, Superpuella," she said. And kissed her again.

"Se agapo, 'yperkoritsi," she said. And kissed her again.

"Ani ohev otakh, Yal'dah-gadolah," she said. And kissed her again.

"Te quiero, Supermuchacha," she said. And kissed her again.

When Wanda paused Supergirl formed her intent and felt a quivery warmth fill her body. She felt the pressure in her crotch make her clitoris grow and slide forward in its sheath. She pulled Wanda close to her and gazed into her eyes.

"Ey-shuntaru hovinthu, Wanda," she said. And kissed her. She put her mouth close to Wanda's left ear and whispered, "Shunda-hai" and at the same moment arched her back and thrust her hips upward to press her clitoris against Wanda's thigh.

Wanda took the hint and began thrusting with her hips, ramming her own erect clitoris against Supergirl's thigh while rubbing her right thigh, soft and hot, against Supergirl's eagerly waiting clitoris. Soon she brought them both to a hot, shuddering, satisfying climax.

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She had been on the island a little less than a month when she found the means to make her escape happen. She had been out for a walk the day after a rainstorm and found on the beach a tangle of fishing line snared up with seaweed. When she examined the tangle further she found that it included three lead sinkers. There wasn't much lead in those weights, but not much lead is required to shield against kryptonitic radiation: on one occasion she had protected herself with lead-based paint. She now had an extra reason to be glad that Linda Danvers was majoring in chemistry at Stanhope College.

She hid two of the fishing weights and took the other back to the mansion. She went first to the repair shop.

She melted the lead in a spoon and then spilled it onto a piece of tile to make thin lead flakes. She carefully scraped the flakes into a jar and took them to the kitchen. Alone in the kitchen, she poured vinegar and baking soda into the jar and stirred the mixture. Somewhere in the ugly fluid lead was turning into lead carbonate. As she waited she puttered around the kitchen, cleaning up little messes that the women had made and left to be cleaned up after lunch. Finally she judged that her reaction had gone as far as she needed it to go, so she poured the solution into an old saucepan and put it on the stove to boil off all the liquid.

Soon she had a gray crust in the pan. It was probably a mixture of lead carbonate and lead oxide and other things as well, but she didn't really care: all she wanted was just enough lead, in whatever chemical form it wanted to take, in the powder. After it had cooled, she broke it up and then ground it to a powder, put the powder into the vial she had brought from the Costume Department and went back to that department to complete her plan.

Too many people assumed that Linda Danvers had chosen to get her bachelor's degree in chemistry so that she could go to work in the cosmetics industry. As a consequence she was constantly being given books or papers on the chemistry of cosmetics. She had read them all, of course, and now that extra knowledge came in handy. She was able to convert her lead-laced powder into a simple transparent foundation that would blend into whatever it covered. With trembling hands she applied the foundation to her neck and then slid the collar up to coat its inside surface. Then she coated the outside of the collar.

Suddenly the world took on a vividness and a sharpness that she had not seen for weeks. Every odor on the island came clear to her, available for instant recognition. She was almost overwhelmed by a thundering rush of sound that her subconscious mind quickly sorted out, intuitively tuning out all sounds that it considered irrelevant. She felt lighter, stronger, and faster. She was ready.

Casually she searched the mansion and its grounds for any other exposed kryptonite and found none. She also took note of all lead containers on the estate and, when she was able to do so, carefully checked their contents. It took her all day to complete her inventory of Wanda's kryptonite supply simply because she did not want to use her superspeed and risk someone seeing her do so.

That afternoon, after she had finished her survey of the estate, she took a shower to wash the lead make-up off so that Wanda would not find out what she was doing.

She was excited, no doubt about it. She just couldn't stop kissing Wanda. Fortunately Wanda had been away from the island for a few days and attributed the extra affection to the deprivation of her presence. In bed that night Supergirl's hands and lips roamed over Wanda's body and stoked the fire of Wanda's passion. All inhibition went away when Wanda mounted her. She hugged Wanda to her, wanting to feel the bigger woman's warmth pressed against every square inch of her skin. Her squeals were more like half sobs, so intense was her emotion. And when Wanda brought her to climax she jerked and writhed in Wanda's embrace, making Wanda climax all the harder. It ended all too soon and left her drifting off to sleep wondering whether it would be a mistake to escape from this especially plush gilded cage.

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A wind was blowing the next day, tossing the tops of the trees and making enough noise to cover the whirring sound of Supergirl moving at superspeed as she prepared her escape. She waited until Wanda went into a meeting with several of her top advisors and the other women went to the gym for morning workout. She had missed the occasional morning workout, so no one developed any suspicions when she didn't show up.

She started by putting her special lead-filled make-up on her neck and on the collar. She endured an instant of disorientation as her superpower nimbus recondensed within her body, the little forcecloud drawing on the spooky vapors that permeated jinnispace. At superspeed she gathered up all of the things that she had memorized on her "shopping list". All of the kryptonite on the island ended up in the lead-lined container that she made, literally in the blink of an eye, as a backpack. Finally she snapped the collar and put it into the container with all of the things that she had used to make her leaded make-up. She didn't want to leave any clues as to how she had made her escape.

She was ready. Stark naked, she left her backpack in a rarely used corridor, went to Wanda's apartment, and retrieved her costume. Once again she put on the red-caped blue minidress and the red boots. Quickly she went to retrieve the backpack, but before she could put the backpack on, she heard a noise behind her. Turning she saw Candyfloss come into the corridor.

"Kara!" Candyfloss called to her. "Aren't ya forge'in' somethin'?" She held up her lead-lined, gold-plated flashlight, the one she had used to capture Supergirl initially.

Supergirl felt a burst of fear flash through her. She watched Candyfloss walk warily toward her. "Candace?" she said as if to probe the other woman's intent.

"Wanda expects every woman to do 'er duty," Candyfloss said. She seemed hesitant, not sure of herself.

A part of Supergirl's mind shifted into superspeed mode, ready to act if Candyfloss started to aim the weapon. Supergirl calculated from the way Candyfloss was standing that she could take the ray gun before its radiation hit her, but she would be moving so fast that she would likely injure Candyfloss.

"Wanda doesn't always get what she expects," Supergirl said cautiously. "Sometimes it's better that she doesn't."

"An' this time?" Candyfloss asked as if begging to be dissuaded from using the ray gun. She was getting closer to Supergirl.

"You know as well as I do," Supergirl said, "that as long as I'm here, Wanda will never know just how deeply and truly someone can love her."

Candyfloss began to sniffle. "Ya know me heart, damn ya." Her voice quavered a bit. She reached out the ray gun and laid it into Supergirl's hand.

"You know," Supergirl said casually, "if I had needed to take this from you at superspeed, I might have hurt you, maybe bruised your wrist. I'm glad I didn't."

"Thanks for the thought," Candyfloss said. "I'm goin' ta miss ya."

Supergirl leaned forward and kissed her. "Keep Wanda happy for me," she said.

"I will," Candyfloss said. "Thanks again, Supergirl."

And then it was time for Supergirl to leave.

Candyfloss waited a moment and then picked up a doorstop in her right hand. She took a deep breath and then with all her strength she swung her right arm backhand and slammed her wrist into the edge of a cabinet. She gasped and tears came to her eyes when the pain registered. Then she went to find Wanda.

Wanda came into her quarters and saw immediately that her special display case had been broken open and that Supergirl's costume was missing. Enraged, she searched the apartment. "Someone is in for a thorough spanking," she muttered. The sound of women yelling brought her up short. She ran out of the apartment and down the hall toward the shouting and came out onto the balcony to see Supergirl hovering over the women gathered on the front lawn of the estate. Wearing her leaded box as a backpack, Supergirl was saying good-bye to the women and the women were calling to her, asking her to write letters to them.

"How did you get out of your collar?" Wanda shouted to Supergirl.

Supergirl turned and floated toward the balcony. "I don't think it would be a good idea for me to tell you," she said. "If I know anything about you, I know that I may need to use that method again someday."

"Do you remember why I brought you here?" Wanda called to her.

"Yes, I do," Supergirl said, "and I admit that the thought that motivated your plan frightens me. I promise you, I will be more careful in the future. But I must go and face that future. I can't be true to what you and the Puss Force represent if I stay here as your blow-up-dolly housewife."

With nothing more to say, Supergirl rose into the sky. In only a moment she had vanished, her image too small to be resolved by mere human eyesight.

Wanda became aware of a presence by her side and turned to see Candyfloss standing with her head bowed. She had her arms crossed in front of her as if she were supporting her right wrist. Then Wanda saw the bruise.

"What happened?" she asked.

"I tried ta stop 'er," Candyfloss said sadly. "Bu' she was too fast for me, Boo'iful. She took me ray gun and...." She began to cry quietly.

"That was a very dangerous thing for you to do," Wanda said.

"Well, I want ya ta be 'appy, now, don' I," Candyfloss said.

"And you've got what you want," Wanda said as she reached out her arms to the not-so-dumb blonde. As she carefully hugged Candyfloss to her, she gazed out over the ocean and whispered, "Someday."

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After she got back to Stanhope and resumed her role as Linda Danvers, Supergirl wrote letters to Wanda, to Grud and Homer Sapiens, and to the women she had befriended in the Puss Force, sending them to the address near Lake Zurich that she had gleaned from Wanda's papers. She thanked Wanda again for a wonderful vacation and included an address where Wanda could contact her if the need arose. It did once, but that's another story.

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PROJECT SPECIAL-K

Ultra-Top Secret

(Burn Before Reading)

To: The Director

From: Agent X-12

Re: Anomalous Behavior of the Market

Over the past ten years the black market in kryptonite has remained more or less stable, with the price well above the $5000 per pound bounty that the government offers officially. However over the past six months the market seems to be under attack by a very determined buyer, one who has bought up so much of the stuff that he has bid the price beyond the reach of all but the wealthiest crooks. We have made efforts to identify this buyer or his organization, but have encountered only dead ends.

More disturbing are the reports we have been getting of robberies to obtain kryptonite from those possessors who refuse to sell. We feel that these reports may be part of a disinformation campaign. That conclusion came to us through our belief, though we have no solid evidence to support it, that the victims of these alleged robberies were given some very strong psychoactive and hallucinogenic drugs. There is simply no other way to explain their claims that they were robbed by a gang of girl commandos.

I include all appropriate details in the appendices to this report.

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In her bedroom in her foster parents' home in Midvale, Supergirl prepared to exploit a rare opportunity to play with herself. Of course her foster father, Fred Danvers, was at work this sunny summer afternoon, but her foster mother, Edna, was also out of the house and would be gone for several hours. Now everything was ready: she had closed the curtains, lest any of the neighbors catch a glimpse of her, and had laid out her special toys.

She had a new plastic punching bag that she used when she carried out her aerobic exercises. It stood sixty-seven inches tall, two inches taller than she did, and bore the image of a witch who wore a cloak that could just as easily be seen as an opaque-black plastic raincoat. The witch looked a little bit like Wanda and had been kissed more than a few times when no one was looking. Now the bag stood next to Linda's bed.

She took off her wig and then all of her clothes. Her superpowers had already fled back into the spooky realm of their origin when she had taken her Puss Force raincoat, with its kryptonite-laced green tiger stripes, from the lead box. She put the raincoat on, luxuriating in the feel of the soft-as-silk, skin-smooth, transparent-green plastic on her bare skin. She realized with an excited shiver that it felt as if she were wearing someone she loved, as if she had wrapped herself in sweet, long-lost Nori.

Next she put on Wanda's shower cap and pulled up the hood of the raincoat. She was beginning to breath heavily as she laid herself down on her bed, taking care not to tear her raincoat as she lay down upon it. She opened the front of the raincoat over her crotch and slipped a hand-towel inside the raincoat and under her buttocks to catch her crotch slobber. Then she gazed up at the witch looming over her and began to run her fingers over the area at the top of her cunnus while at the same time going into a reverie.

<<Candyfloss had captured her again and taken her back to Nutcracker Cay. This time she had been taken to Homer Sapiens's laboratory. There she saw what looked like a telephone booth with cables and microwave guides leading into it. Candyfloss had untied her hands once the laboratory door was closed and she would not be able to get away from the kryptonite in her raincoat. Taking the raincoat off her, Candyfloss had put it on herself, "ta keep i' warm for ya," she said. Then two of the Puss Force commandos had stripped her naked as Candyfloss informed her of what her fate was to be.

<<She had been allowed to make one last request before the execution of Wanda's orders was to be carried out. On her knees before Candyfloss, Supergirl begged to be allowed to wear Wanda's shower cap. The request was granted and she grew hot inside as she tucked her blonde hair into the transparent-black plastic beret. Then the commandos stood her up and put her into the 'phone booth.

<<"Now, luv," Candyfloss said, "we're goin' ta make sure you can never escape from us again."

<<Lights began to flash on Homer's apparatus and Supergirl felt something straighten her up in the booth and then begin to arouse her sexually. Her heart fluttered and she felt her nipples swell and stiffen. Her clitoris lengthened and slid forward in its sheath as it, too, stiffened with lust. The sight of Candyfloss stroking the plastic of her raincoat got her even hotter. Suddenly she felt something explode inside her and heard a loud whump. Then she saw Homer shutting down his machine.

<<Candyfloss opened the door of the booth and pulled her out, lifting her as easily as if she were a beach ball. Candyfloss then took off the raincoat and gave it to Supergirl with a command to put it on. Knowing she was helpless, Supergirl obeyed. At the same time Candyfloss undressed herself.

<<"Now you're goin' ta be Wanda's own infla'ed plastic prisoner," Candyfloss gloated. "You'll be 'er special toy forever."

<<Using a soft cord, Candyfloss tied Supergirl's hands behind her back. Then she pushed her out of Homer's laboratory and down the hallways of the mansion to Wanda's apartment. When they came into Wanda's bedroom, where Wanda was lying naked on the bed, Candyfloss embraced Supergirl from behind and let out a delighted giggle.

<<'Ere she is Boo'iful!" Candyfloss gloated. "All soft plastic an' full o' ho' air for ya!"

<<Supergirl stood with her head bowed as Candyfloss pranced to the bed and tossed herself onto it. She felt the flush of embarrassment as she stood helpless before her captresses and felt that flush transformed into sexual warmth by the sight of the two naked women lying on the bed.

<<"Well," Wanda said, "let's find out how good our toy is going to be." She commanded Supergirl to approach the bed. When Supergirl complied, Wanda grabbed her with one hand to pull her closer and then held her up with both hands as she would hold a beach ball. After examining her for a moment, Wanda laid her down on her back between herself and Candyfloss.

<<"Now, Pusscake," Wanda said, "get your sweet self on top of my new air mattress!"

<<Candyfloss finished tucking her hair into her transparent-orange plastic shower cap. Then she rolled herself over and lifted herself onto Supergirl, lying with her back on Wanda's prisoner. She lay back as Wanda mounted her and her hair shoved body-warm plastic into Supergirl's face, making Supergirl climax. Every move the two women made then made Supergirl climax all the harder.>>

As the fantasy played out in Supergirl's imagination, aided by the feel of the plastic of her raincoat and her rubbing of herself, it made her breathe deeper and faster. The pressure inside her grew and then exploded. She seemed lost in a vast cloud of heat and light. Like a supernova she grew ever hotter. She seemed to dissolve in a vast starburst of pulsating heat. At last, as the last glow of passion faded into a wispy nebula of satiety, she stroked the plastic of her raincoat, rubbing it on her bare skin, and gazed up at the witch seeming to gloat over her. She let out a little whimper when she understood just how deeply a small part of her wanted to be Wanda's sex slave again.

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This story was inspired in part by the Supergirl stories "Love Conquers All - Even Supergirl" (Adventure Comics #402, Feb. 1971), "Super-girl?" (Adventure Comics #404, Mar. 1971), and "Starfire's Revenge" (Adventure Comics #405, Apr. 1971). The characters of Wanda von Kreesus and her entourage are denizens of the comic strip "Oh, Wicked Wanda!", which was created by Frederick Mullally and Ron Embleton and which appeared in Penthouse Magazine from 1973 to 1980. Those particular characters are copyrighted 1973-1980 to Penthouse Magazine, Frederic Mullally, and Ron Embleton and are only used here under the doctrine of fair use. If you want to see those stories (and I do recommend them to readers of this website), then go to www.subtextopedia.com/Wanda/ and click on "The Wanda Stories". The artwork is excellent.

As to artwork, let me say briefly that Kurt Schaffenberger's Supergirl and Ron Embleton's Candyfloss look very much alike, enough so that they could be twin sisters. That thought makes a very nice connection between the two comic strips. I can imagine each of the women thinking, "There, but for the whim of God (or The Ashoa), go I".

I will also make note of my belief that the Wanda stories offered something more, something that makes another connection with Supergirl. In spite of their raunchiness, they offered a good look at the kinds of adventures that superwomen could have and they did so at a time when the nice folks at DC Comics were clearly losing interest in Supergirl.

Supergirl began in Action Comics in May 1959 (Action Comics #252, "The Supergirl From Krypton"). Ten years later the Supergirl comic strip was moved to Adventure Comics (Adventure Comics #381, June 1969, "The Supergirl Gang"). From November 1972 to December 1973/January 1974 (with a last issue in September/October 1974) the comic strip existed in ten issues of Supergirl Comics and then was moved into Superman Family in May 1974 (Superman Family #164, "Brainiac's Blitz", a rerun from Action Comics #339, July 1966). From May 1974 to February 1978, where my collection ends, more than half the Supergirl stories in Superman Family were reruns. And finally, after that Gawd-awful, totally inauthentic movie flopped at the end of 1984, they killed her off in 1985. - TdC.