Author’s Note: It has been 10 years since I last wrote a
story. I stopped, in part, because I felt like had nothing left to contribute
but also because life kept me away.
And while the
ideas never really left – I needed to make sure I was doing this for me and not
for others. Echoes felt like a chance to start again. To not only see if I had
become a better writer, but to tell a more structurally complex story, while
still pushing Supergirl beyond her limits without the use of magic or
Kryptonite.
None of this,
however, would have been possible without Nem9 – whose edits and feedback have
made this story better than it would have otherwise have been. The remaining
mistakes are of course my own.
With that
said, I hope you enjoy. And, that you’ll take a few minutes to share your
thoughts seraoni@yahoo.com. Trust me,
feedback is always appreciated.
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Echoes
of Destruction
By Seraoni
The nest of brutes was a
welcome distraction. Unlike the sharpshooters and RPG’s these genetically
enhanced beasts were surprisingly resilient. Still, there wasn’t much that even
these steroid pumped creations could do against the Girl of Steel. One by one
their bodies began piling up around the athletic blonde.
“Procedures,” fumed
Supergirl, taking on the remaining Brutes. I’m
the one that just saved the planet and they have the nerve to lecture me about
procedures! Ah … all of these
ambushes could have been avoided had I been allowed to bring Sora in
personally.
Thump! The remaining
brute crashed to the ground. Supergirl took a quick look around, listening to
the heartbeats of the mutated beasts to ensure that they were unconscious,
before taking flight. Fuelled by adrenaline and frustration she began scanning
ahead, eager for the next encounter.
Disappointment set in as
her super-vision revealed no further threats to the motorcade. The Maid of
Might grew restless, giving in to her angst she blurted, “This is such a
waste.”
The appearance of a
sudden breeze proved a welcome distraction, sweeping away Supergirl’s tension
as easily as it ran through her wavy, blonde mane. For a second, she allowed
herself to forget about the transport and enjoy the pleasure of the cool wind
swirling up her long, shapely legs.
Her break, however, was
short lived, interrupted by the glare of an admirer’s binoculars.
“See anything you like?”
“How did you…?”
“I’m Supergirl…” wryly
responded the young heroine—having landed at super speed behind the officers
stationed on the roof of the secondary tower of the research complex. “…you
know, faster than a speeding bullet, capable of bending steel bars with my bare
hands… most powerful girl in the world.”
“Very funny,” responded
an embarrassed Lieutenant Jason Heath.
A former varsity
athlete, Heath had the body to match his rugged good looks. He was confident,
articulate and with a MSc in Criminology the
embodiment of the new Metropolis Police Department.
It was this balance
between brains and brawn that attracted the Girl of Steel to the SWAT leader.
She smiled as she approached, teasingly crossing her legs while walking-up to
the ledge and resting beside him.
“Mind if I join you?”
“No of course not. We’re
awaiting the transport’s final approach. Jensen, how’s it looking?”
“Amazing sir.”
Except, Jansen wasn’t
looking at the transport, none of them were. Realizing his team was fixated on
Supergirl, Heath panicked. Shit!
“Quick, locate the target,” he ordered, fumbling his binoculars.
“They’re safe. They’ve
just crossed Grand.”
Incredible! Grand is nearly 10 blocks
away, can she really be tracking the vehicles? Heath could only stare in amazement.
Yes, she was tall, Heath
figured 5’9”, but, still, how Supergirl could do the things she did was beyond
him. Despite her obvious athleticism – her taught body was clearly visible
through her costume – her movements were delicate and feminine. Supergirl’s
long, blonde hair, blue eyes and sensual looks were the equal of any model. And
yet, she wasn’t human. Heath struggled to remember this as he fought to regain
his composure.
Supergirl could tell the
Lt. liked her. And, even though he was clearly checking her out, she felt
relaxed. She didn’t usually feel this way around humans, but there was
something special about Heath. She knew that it was cruel to toy with him, but
she couldn’t help herself. It was too much fun watching his discomfort as she
leaned forward, raising her leg onto the ledge. It didn’t take super-vision to
see his growing excitement as she shifted her weight allowing her red, flared
skirt to slide up her thigh.
The wind caught
Supergirl’s hair as she turned to meet Heath’s gaze. For weeks they had been
playing this game and, now, as they simultaneously cleared their throats, she
hoped they would finally speak. Unfortunately, the transport’s arrival signaled
yet another lost opportunity.
Gracefully lifting into
the air, Supergirl brought the awkwardness to an end. Come on Kara, say something…anything, she thought, halting her
flight. But before she could, a blast erupted from the arrival area below the
secondary tower. The intensity of the explosion sent tremors throughout the
building and flames roaring up its sides.
The SWATs on the roof
were shaken, but otherwise unharmed. Without hesitation, Supergirl flew down
into the fire. To her horror, the convoy was destroyed. Bloodstains and
internal organs were everywhere, scattered between mangled bodies and ripped
limbs. The young blonde buried her face in her arm, desperate for a moment’s
reprieve from the sight and smell of the carnage. This isn’t the work of a bomb; someone, or something, ripped these
officers apart. But how? I arrived in seconds, there’s
no way unless….
A scream drew
Supergirl’s attention. Through the wreckage, flames and cement she could see a
powerfully built figure dangling another by the neck.
Sprinting through fire
and melting metal the fabulous blonde took hold of the assailant and slammed
her against the concrete wall. The force of the impact caused the woman to
release her victim. To Supergirl’s surprise it was Sora who flopped to the
ground, unconscious.
“Who are you?” demanded
the Maid of Might, pressing her hand against the woman’s throat.
The woman looked like an
Amazon. Her 6'1" muscular frame glistening from the sweat that dripped
across her shaven head. She wore only a sports bra, short-cut spandex shorts
and calf-high boots—all black. The rest of her sleek, tanned body was exposed,
revealing a series of tribal tattoos and the number 411 inked on her right arm.
Startled by the blood
that seeped from the Amazon’s eyes, Supergirl failed to react as the woman took
hold of her wrist. “AAAAAAHHHHHH!” she shrieked, forced to release the woman’s
neck. What’s happening?, thought
Supergirl, struggling to match the Amazon’s strength. Who does this chic think she is? “Look honey, you don’t really want
to do this.”
But the woman,
surprisingly, refused to back down. Something’s
not right. A pained look gripped the young heroine’s face as she stared in
shock at her opponent. For the first time, she was being overpowered, but
instead of an explanation, all she received was pain from the cruel twisting of
her arm.
Desperate for relief,
the Maid of Might began pulling on the woman's hand. The Amazon’s grip
loosened, but before Supergirl could escape her opponent grabbed her other
wrist. Instantly, The Girl of Steel was in agony, spit bursting from her mouth
and saliva stretching between her teeth, as she screamed.
The Girl of Steel had
underestimated her foe and now, with each passing moment, her arms as well as
her ego were being crushed. Incredibly, despite her efforts, Supergirl remained
captive to her opponent’s vice like grip. This
isn’t possible; she...she can’t be stronger than me! In need of answers the
young heroine turned to her super-vision.
The Maid of Might took
note of her opponent’s nanocrystalline diamond skeletal structure. The woman’s
system was awash with a plethora of performance enhancing drugs, whose toxicity
was only made bearable by a series of genetic modifications. The Amazon’s
profuse sweating was a necessary coolant, helping to manage the heat generated
by the combustion inside of her.
Supergirl had
encountered villains like this before, each more powerful than the last, but
all limited by the singular fact that their DNA, at its core, was human.
I don’t get it? What makes her
different? Supergirl’s eyes shot
open as her foe’s body temperature suddenly spiked. The increase in chemical
activity could mean only one thing—attack.
Sure enough, the
Amazon’s muscles flexed into action, yanking Supergirl forward and locking her
in a bear hug.
The Maid of Might
strained to keep her red boots on the ground as she was lifted into the air.
The pain racing up her spine forced her head back, while her clenched teeth
muffled her screams. Her hands pushed against the woman’s broad shoulders, but,
despite her efforts, she couldn’t break free.
It was a humiliating
experience for the Girl of Steel, heightened by the feeling of her opponent’s
harder body grinding against her. It was especially uncomfortable to feel her
foe’s larger breasts, digging into her own. The sensation worsened as the woman’s
sweat began soaking through Supergirl’s costume.
She’s enjoying this, thought Supergirl, turning her head in
disgust as the woman’s sweat-filled odor entered her nostrils. But her gaze
quickly returned, drawn to the woman’s blood-shot eyes. Upon closer inspection
the Amazon’s irises appeared to be shifting as black streaks shot out from her
pupils, separating pools of greenish/gold mist.
“You ask who I am
Supergirl?” The woman’s voice was rough. She clearly wasn’t a native speaker;
her words lacked flow, cutting and grinding into the air. “I am death, time to
die ... Girl of Steel!”
Air exploded out of
Supergirl’s lungs, exposing the veins in her neck as she screamed. She could
feel her ribs threatening to snap as they bent into her body, making it difficult
to breath. And, as sweat began pouring down her face, she struggled to remain
conscious. Although woozy, she could see her arms shaking, her burning muscles
warning her that a tear was imminent.
Rao, she’s crushing me! I…hugh…I can’t take…hugh… much more…need to break free.
Supergirl’s heat-vision
blasted from her eyes.
Still, the Amazon
persisted. It was only when her skin began to burn that the villainess finally
relented. Her hands clutching her face as she staggered back in distress.
Upon release, the Girl
of Steel fell to her knees, wrapping her arms around her body as she leaned
forward. The pain in her ribs flared with every breath; fortunately, her
super-vision confirmed nothing was broken. Despite the pain, Supergirl couldn’t
afford to rest; raising her grimaced face, she was astonished to see her foe
advancing.
The steam rising off of
the woman’s olive skin reflected the glare from her mist-like eyes. Her burns
were painful, but superficial. She approached the heroine with a vengeance, her
power radiating with every step.
Come on girl, get it together, thought the heroic beauty, her mind
still fuzzy. On her knees and barely able to protect herself, Supergirl had
little choice but to use her super-breath. Fortunately, the Amazon was sent
flying, cracking the wall behind her and scattering debris upon impact.
Continuing to ignore the
pain in her ribs, the Maid of Might sprung to her feet. Her lean muscles
flexing as she clenched her fists and elevated into the air. To Supergirl’s surprise
her opponent was already charging. As the woman leaped towards her, the Girl of
Steel, once again, blasted her with heat-vision.
And, once again, the
Amazon was sent back, her body tearing into the cement floor as she bounced
from one end of the parking garage to the other. Incredibly, the woman lifted
herself up without a stumble. In her wake, lay crumbled walls, demolished
pillars and smashed cars and still she moved without injury. Only her clothes
showed signs of wear, smudged with dirt like the rest of her sweat-covered
body.
“Bring it SuperBitch!”
The Girl of Steel
touched down and confronted her roaring foe. RAO, she’s tough! As her opponent advanced, Supergirl remained
calm. Confident in her abilities, the young blonde rested her hands on her
hips, determined to hold her ground. This
ends now!
The Amazon burst
forward, sweat dripping from her body with each powerful thrust of her muscular
legs. Her screams fuelled her rage, driving her towards the Girl of Steel in a
full-out sprint. With her greenish/gold eyes locked upon the heroine’s narrow
waist the woman lowered her right shoulder, preparing to lunge.
As the woman jumped into
the air, Supergirl stepped aside, releasing her freeze-breath. Instantly, the
Amazon was engulfed in a swirling mist, her flailing body visible only in
shadow.
Chunks of ice scattered
as the Amazon crashed down. And, as the cold-air decompressed, Supergirl
breathed a sigh of relief; as she had hoped, the woman was now encased in a
block of solid ice.
Thank RAO!, thought Supergirl, wiping the sweat
from her brow. Now, to make sure Sora is
still unconscious.
Supergirl, however,
didn’t get far. Even before turning to see, she could hear the cracks forming
in the ice.
Impossible, she thought, struggling to catch her
breath. She’s taking everything I
have…I’ve never had to push this hard before. But I can’t stop; if she recovers
who knows how many innocents could suffer.
“SUPERGIRL!” roared the
woman, breaking free of the ice. Sweat spraying into the air as she swiveled in
search of her prey. To her surprise Supergirl was already waiting.
“Looking for me?” said
the Maid of Might, swinging a parked car against her startled opponent,
snapping the woman’s head to the side. As the Amazon staggered back, the Girl
of Steel sprinted forward, tossing what remained of the mangled vehicle aside,
before driving her shoulder against the woman’s chiseled abs and lifting her
into the air.
One concrete pillar
after another burst into dust as Supergirl rammed her opponent to the other end
of the parking garage. The cars that lay in-between were either broken or
shattered, until the destruction was brought to an end by the outer wall. The
force of the impact caused the entire underground structure to rumble.
It’s time to finish this, thought the Maid of Might, lashing out
with her fist. The Amazon’s face collided against the concrete wall, stretching
the cracks behind her into the ceiling.
The accompanying scream,
however, didn’t belong to the Amazon. The Girl of Steel was capable of punching
through rock and metal, but after striking the woman’s jaw her hand began to
sting. Even though nothing was broken, she was unaccustomed to feeling pain,
grunting as she unclenched her fist.
Supergirl massaged her
hand before turning her attention back to her opponent. She had hit the Amazon
with everything she had, but it wasn’t enough. Impossible!, thought the young blonde, her
heart pounding as the woman shook free of the wall. How’s she not hurt?
This confusion brought a
smile to the Amazon’s face. Unbothered by the dirt covering her body or sweat
washing it away, she approached the Girl of Steel. Her black boots scattering
debris, as she quickened her pace to match Supergirl’s retreat.
Unsure of what to do,
the Girl of Steel hesitated. Although she managed to re-clench her fists, her
focus, which should have been on her opponent, shifted towards her sweaty
palms. Before she knew it, her head was flying back—the force of the woman’s
punch nearly knocking her onto her ass.
Struggling to regain her
balance, The Maid of Might could see – albeit with blurry vision – her opponent
heading towards her. In desperation, Supergirl lashed-out, but her attack was
slapped away by the Amazon—who countered with a punch of her own.
The woman’s uppercut
pounded Supergirl’s toned abs, causing the Maid of Might to scream as she
doubled over in pain. However, instead of collapsing to the ground, as her body
desired, The Girl of Steel was airborne—her head snapping back, blood spraying
from her lower lip, as her opponent’s rising knee slammed against her face.
Before Supergirl could touch back down the woman transitioned her attack from
one leg to the other, delivering a spinning-kick to the Maid of Might’s
stomach.
The Amazon’s kick was
like a cannon, blasting Supergirl across the room, crashing her against
concrete and steel, until she disappeared behind a cloud of debris. The cracks
forming in the ceiling made it clear that the garage’s integrity was at stake. As did the rising smoke from the demolished vehicles, which
activated the building’s emergency fire and lighting systems.
Once active, the
sprinklers helped settle the dust and reveal Supergirl’s location. Clearly
dazed, she was moaning in pain with her back resting against the far wall.
While her arms hung at her sides, the Maid of Might’s long, shapely legs lay
parted. Her short, red skirt was raised, exposing the strip of blue costume
between her legs, which, thanks to the puddle beneath her, was wet and
stretched tight against her vulva.
In fact, the sprinklers
were causing the Girl of Steel’s entire costume, to suck onto the contours of
her firm body. And even though her hair was matted to her face, she could see
the Amazon approaching through her wet tresses. Supergirl tried to move, but a
sting flared throughout her abdomen, forcing her to grunt as she caressed her
midsection—which her super-vision revealed was bruised around her navel.
Supergirl’s attention,
however, was quickly drawn to the red drops splashing against her S symbol.
Wiping her chin, she was astounded to discover she was bleeding from her lower
lip. Confused, the Maid of Might scurried to her feet, but her head began
spinning and, a second later, her legs buckled—fortunately, the wall behind her
prevented her from splashing back down into the puddle.
“What matter princess,
playground too rough?” taunted the Amazon, cracking the bones in her neck as
well as her hands.
Even though Supergirl
could feel her abs throbbing her pride wouldn’t allow her to tend further to
her injury. Despite her split-lip and the dirt oozing down her wet body, she
refused to show weakness. Instead she masked her pain behind her usual bravado;
placing her hands on her hips and entering her power stance she turned to face
her opponent.
“Good girl!,” said the woman, daring Supergirl to attack with a flick
of her fingers.
Without hesitation,
Supergirl accepted the challenge. She was determined to wipe the smile from her
opponent’s face, but her punch was intercepted—the muscles in her arm tearing
as it was twisted behind her back.
“You’re no warrior,”
declared the Amazon, grabbing Supergirl’s hair and slamming her face against
the wall.
The woman’s words, like
the stones grinding against her face, tore into Supergirl. Unable to overpower
her opponent, she could feel the cuts from her split lower lip and freshly
broken nose pouring into the surrounding rocks.
“You lack technique
girl,” said the woman, releasing the Maid of Might’s injured arm and landing a
kidney shot. “You … overrated whore, no more than pretty blonde in sexy
outfit,” stated the woman, rolling her r’s as she chewed at the words with her
thick accent. Her punctuation was provided by her fists, which continued
targeting Supergirl’s lower back. “Now, Girl of Steel,” concluded the Amazon,
lifting Supergirl into the air, “I break you.”
Supergirl looked small
and unimpressive stretched across the Amazon’s shoulders. Her lean, athletic
body paled in comparison to her foe’s bulging physique. She was held in place
by the woman’s massive hands - one wrapped under her jaw, threatening to snap
off her head - while the other was between her legs, pressing down on her
thigh.
As Supergirl lay
helpless, the sprinklers rinsed the blood and dirt from her face—while the pain
in her back travelled across her spine, forcing her head and limbs away from
her body. But neither her stiffening muscles nor her screams could protect her
from the Amazon.
The woman was
relentless, her powerful muscles pushing for every inch, determined to test the
limits of Supergirl’s spine. Finally, satisfied by the pitch of the heroine’s
screams, the Amazon lifted her above her head in order to do what no other had
done before—defeat the Girl of Steel.
CRACK! Supergirl’s back
collided against the villainess’ knee, her head snapping back, scattering
saliva across her face. Upon impact her arms and legs shot into the air. As the
Amazon stood, Supergirl rolled, dropping, like a sack, to the floor.
But, contrary to the
Amazon’s expectations, Supergirl’s body wasn’t broken. Still, the villainess
was delighted to see the mighty heroine clutching her lower back, twisting and
turning, her fingers pressing against her injured spine, whimpering at the
slightest touch.
These whimpers turned to
screams as the Amazon yanked Supergirl’s injured arm and flipped her onto her
stomach. Before the Girl of Steel could react her opponent straddled her from
behind. With her rock-hard ass pressing against Supergirl’s backbone the woman
started pulling on the young blonde’s chin.
Tears poured down the
Maid of Might’s cheeks as her body was, once again, curved back. The pain was
excruciating, she could feel her spine preparing to snap. Desperate for release
Supergirl began to kick, her red boots scrapping against the wet floor. I can’t, I can’t…RAO please, I can’t take
any more. The young blonde’s hands tore at the woman’s fingers, not to
escape but to loosen them enough to scream.
Seconds later, to
Supergirl’s relief, the Amazon relented. The Girl of Steel’s torso splashed
against the floor, her shouts bursting from her mouth. Her hands raced for her
spine, but before the Maid of Might could shift position the Amazon grabbed her
hair and yanked her into the air.
Dangling before her
opponent, Supergirl cried in pain, her legs stretching for the ground, while
her arms reached-up attempting to break free. Suddenly, Supergirl felt the
woman’s hand against her ass. Fear swept through the Maid of Might as she was
lifted back above her opponent’s head. No,
not again!
“Please, don’t do this,”
pleaded Supergirl, unable to break free of the Amazon, who held her in place
with a penetrating grip of her left bum cheek, and a fist full of blonde hair.
“NNNOOOOO!” shouted
Supergirl, feeling her opponent shifting her weight. But, instead of delivering
another backbreaker, the woman, surprisingly, launched the Girl of Steel across
the room.
The Amazon’s target was
Sora. At the last minute the woman saw her beginning to recover and decided to
use Supergirl as a projectile.
Sora’s long, fiery red
hair whipped out behind her as she rolled to avoid the collision. She wasn’t
sure who or what nearly struck her, but the explosion against the back wall
forced her to shield her eyes from the scatter of debris. As the dust settled,
Sora was astonished to see the Girl of Steel lying in the rubble.
Blue energy swirled
around Sora’s body while she charged her biotics, but before she could attack a
shadow drew her attention. Looking up, Sora activated her shunting ability,
just in time, to avoid the Amazon’s fist.
As the woman landed, she
swiveled in search of Sora, who had reappeared behind her. The Amazon’s
attention, however, was drawn back to the crawling heroine.
A sharp crack
accompanied Supergirl’s howling as the villainess’ kick spun her onto her
back—pain forcing her arms around her ribs, protecting them from further
assault. But Supergirl’s reprieve was short lived.
In search of a new
target, it didn’t take long for the Amazon to settle upon the red and yellow S
stretched across Supergirl’s chest. Instantly, the woman’s boot slammed down,
causing the Girl of Steel to shriek—her spirit seemingly ripping form her body.
It was music to the Amazon’s ears and she was determined to hear every note.
Sora couldn’t believe
her eyes. This has to be a trick? It
was hard enough accepting the broken nose and split lower lip, but tears, that
was beyond her imagination. But there they were, leaking down Supergirl’s
sunken cheeks, while her breasts disappeared beneath her assailant’s foot.
Meeting the raw energy
of the Amazon’s swirling, greenish/gold eyes, which continued to drip blood,
Sora could think of only one explanation, “Project Zero!”
“So, you know my name,”
confirmed the woman.
The sparkle in Sora’s
own green-tinted eyes revealed her excitement. “Incredible. I heard rumors, but
... so Occulus is real?”
“Yes. Now give what I
came for and maybe you live,” said Project Zero, tearing further into
Supergirl’s breasts.
The veracity of the
heroine’s screams deepened with each twist and turn of her opponent’s boot. Her
S symbol was now flat against her chest, smeared with footprints. Squashed
beneath the Amazon’s weight, Supergirl’s breasts spilt out the sides, like
balloons threatening to burst.
Project Zero hoped she
was putting on a tantalizing show, carefully measuring the distance between her
and Sora—trying to decide if she was close enough to pounce.
“Let’s say that I did
hide the element before Supergirl captured my vessel…” said Sora, ignoring the
heroine’s screams. She had the Amazon’s attention, but before continuing she
paused—gathering a lock of loose hair and tucking it behind her ear. “… tell me, why should I help you?”
Instantly, Project Zero
lunged, but all she encountered was a mist of blue energy. In frustration, the
Amazon turned in search of Sora, who was now 30 feet away, by the exit. “You
dare bargain,” roared the Amazon.
“No, I don’t bargain
with muscle. Tell your masters I want a seat on the Council, that’s the price
for my cooperation,” said Sora, her red ponytail bouncing off of her ass as she
turned and vanished in a swirl of blue.
While Sora could shunt
at will, she could only travel within line of sight. But even with this
limitation, it would only take seconds for her to escape the building. Project
Zero had to act fast: grabbing Supergirl by the hair she tossed her towards the
remaining pillars.
As the Girl of Steel
burst through the concrete, the ceiling came crashing down, leaving the
secondary tower of the research facility in ruins. Twenty stories of steel and
concrete collapsed, killing hundreds of people and injuring even more. While
the primary tower remained intact, it was being swallowed, like the surrounding
streets, by a cloud of dust.
And at the centre of
destruction, unharmed, stood Project Zero. “Let’s renegotiate …” said the
Amazon, hauling a bruised and battered Sora out of the debris by the collar of
her bright-orange prison jumpsuit, “…starting with the fact that I just
defeated Supergirl.”
“You sure about that?”
replied Sora in a raspy voice.
Suddenly, Project Zero
could see the reflection of Supergirl’s S in Sora’s green eyes. Before the
villainess could react, Supergirl restrained the woman’s arms, forcing her to
release Sora, prior to blasting into the air.
Even after accelerating
to top-speed, the Girl of Steel could hear the cries of those trapped in the
rubble. She worried that Heath could be one of them, but before assisting in
the rescue, Project Zero had to be stopped.
“By RAO, you’re going to
pay for every last life you’ve taken,” shouted Supergirl, ramming the Amazon
into the remaining tower. With the police having already established a
perimeter around the complex, the Maid of Might didn’t have to worry about
falling debris. Nor was she concerned about casualties—her super-vision
confirming that the building was already being evacuated.
But the Girl of Steel
knew - however much it hurt to admit – that she was confronting a physically
superior foe. Her sore muscles a warning that she was exceeding her limits, as
she struggled to maintain her grip on Project Zero. Her injured arm was
especially weak, and, despite her leverage, it was only a matter of time before
the villainess broke free.
Aware of her tenuous
hold, Supergirl pressed her advantage. If
I can’t beat her on the ground, I’ll do it in the air, thought the Maid of
Might, rocketing-up through the centre of the building. A series of explosions
followed as the Girl of Steel pounded the Amazon from one floor to the next.
Supergirl ensured that
her opponent’s head, and not her own, took the brunt of the damage by pressing
her body tightly against her foe’s. The steel beams
and concrete flooring tore into the woman’s black spandex but shattered against
her tanned, muscular body. In comparison, Supergirl’s own costume suffered only
minor tears, since the Amazon’s massive frame shielded everything but her
flapping red cape and sleeves from the building’s steel edges.
After 32-stories, the
Maid of Might smashed Project Zero through the ceiling, scattering glass in
every direction. It took everything Supergirl had to keep the Amazon
restrained. And although she was still ascending her energy was quickly fading.
But just as the Girl of Steel could go no more, she burst through the clouds,
and as the sun swept across her body, her injuries, instantly, began to heal.
Yes! This feels good. Now I’ll show her
who she’s dealing with.
Within seconds, the
rejuvenated Girl of Steel was above 25,000 feet—the “death zone,” where humans
can’t function for more than a few minutes without bottled oxygen.
Supergirl hoped that the
rapid transition into thin air was hurting the Amazon. It was. As hypoxia set
in the remaining blood vessels in the woman’s eyes burst, further reddening her
already blood shot eyes, as she screamed from the pain in her throbbing head.
While Supergirl refused
to feel sorry for her opponent, she didn’t enjoy the sound of suffering.
Lacking a killer instinct, the Maid of Might sought only to incapacitate her
foe, refusing to risk the villainess’ life by ascending further. It was a
calculated risk, but, now that the sun was restoring her strength, Supergirl
felt confident she could keep Project Zero restrained.
After all, the woman
appeared exhausted—her massive frame convulsing, causing her torn, black sports
bra to flap against her exposed breasts. It wouldn’t be long, until the Amazon
lost consciousness. At least, that’s what Supergirl thought, as she watched the
sweat running across the villainess’ body, rinsing away blood and dirt to
reveal a series of cuts and bruises. But while the woman appeared defeated, her
circumstances only fueled her rage.
“Propisaces majcino
mleko,” screamed Project Zero, spewing froth from her mouth, determined to
break free. Supergirl instantly recognized the Serbian insult, telling her to
“piss her mother's milk.” But she was more concerned by the woman’s renewed
twisting and turning.
Through her costume,
Supergirl could feel her sweat mixing with her opponent’s, as her soft breasts
and tight abs pressed against the Amazon’s muscular back. Equally unpleasant
was the feeling of the woman’s hard ass grinding against her crotch.
I…can’t…I…can’t, thought Supergirl as the Amazon began
breaking free. RAO, please give me
strength. Despite the sun’s presence the Girl of Steel could feel
micro-tears forming in her arms, forcing her eyes shut as she screamed,
struggling to cope with the pain.
As a result, Supergirl
failed to realize she was losing altitude, which meant the Amazon was gaining
strength, while she was loosing it. More importantly, it also meant she
couldn’t see the back of Project Zero’s skull preparing to slam into her face.
Upon impact, Supergirl’s
head snapped back, rolling from one shoulder to the next, while her body went
numb. And then, as if flipped by a series of switches, her senses returned:
first, the feel of wind striking her skin; then the crisp sound of her red cape
flapping in the air; followed by the revelation she was in freefall.
But before Supergirl
could regain control, Project Zero grabbed her S symbol, and as the villainess
scrunched her costume between her fingers, Supergirl could feel the cold air
racing down her top. However, she was more concerned about the fist heading
towards her.
Supergirl was groggy
after one blow and bleeding after the second. The Amazon waited for the Girl of
Steel’s blue eyes to regain their focus, before delivering a third and forth
strike. Blood from Supergirl’s nose gushed over her lips and into the
surrounding air, as she continued to fall. Whimpering, the Maid of Might
desperately tried to break the Amazon’s grip, but the woman refused to let go.
With her blonde locks
caught in the wind, obscuring her view, Supergirl struggled to defend herself.
Barely conscious, the Maid of Might’s eyes fluttered to the back of her head,
while her limbs dropped, allowing the woman to take control of their decent.
And then, having guided their fall back towards the large dust cloud, the
Amazon tossed the Girl of Steel, like a pitcher winding up for a throw, towards
the primary tower.
Supergirl slammed into
the building, her body twisting and turning from one level to the next,
scattering glass and debris onto the streets below, until coming to a rest on
the 15th floor.
Slowly picking herself
up, Supergirl began coughing blood. The dots of red stood in contrast to the
dull sheath of dust and debris that covered her surroundings. Wiping her mouth,
the blood from her nose flowed across her fingers. It was a startling sight for
a girl unaccustomed to pain.
“Oh my god!” said a man,
drawing a crowd.
“Holly shit, it’s
Supergirl!” said another, shocked by the heroine’s battered appearance. But
before he, and the others, could help, a sharp, sizzling sound drew their
attention.
Upon spotting the
Amazon, Supergirl rolled to avoid getting hit. But as Project Zero slammed
down, the floor crumbled, burying everyone beneath four stories of rubble.
Staggering to her feet, Supergirl could hear the groans of the
people around her. But with the emergency lighting blinking on and off, she
could do little to help. Suddenly, the lights settled and the Maid of Might was
startled to discover Project Zero charging towards her.
The Girl of Steel
grunted as the Amazon’s shoulder drilled into her mid-section. Seconds later,
what air remained in her body was driven from her lungs, as she was smashed
against the back wall.
Before Supergirl could
inhale, the Amazon delivered a series of punches to her abdomen. The woman
struck with such ferocity and speed that Supergirl could hardly distinguish the
blows. Staggering from the wall, the Girl of Steel wrapped her arms around her
throbbing midsection.
Supergirl was desperate
for air, but each time she inhaled her grunting and moaning discharged her
breath before it could reach her lungs. As she gasped, blood seeped down the
corners of her mouth, and across her chin. Staring through her blonde tresses
she managed to raise her eyes in time to spot her opponent’s fist targeting her
chin.
The haymaker swept
Supergirl off her feet, smashing her through a wall and sliding back, along
with pieces of cement, across the floor. As she came to a stop - blood
continuing to ooze from her mouth - the Girl of Steel refused to stay down, but
her throbbing abdomen collapsed her, once again, onto her back before she could
stand.
Removing her hands from
her mid-section, Supergirl inspected the damage. Her super-vision revealing a
series of bruises surrounding her navel, causing her flat, toned abs to swell
beneath her costume. Gasping at the severity of the damage, the Maid of Might,
inadvertently, splattered blood across her S shield.
The symbolism wasn’t
lost upon the Girl of Steel. Since coming to Earth, she had been hailed as a
goddess and; although, she did her best to disavow this notion, a part of her
believed in her perceived divinity. However, the sight of her family crest
dotted in blood was threatening this belief. In fact, it was assaulting the
very concept of who Supergirl believed herself to be.
After all, she was 19,
and with Krypton destroyed her identity, as Supergirl, was all she had. Looking
down at her disheveled body, the Maid of Might frantically pulled on her skirt,
desperate to protect some semblance of her mental self-image. But, instead of
worrying about her modesty, she should have been concentrating on Project Zero,
who, once again, was advancing.
And nothing was going to
stop the Amazon from repaying the Girl of Steel for the pain she had endured in
the sky, not even the pillars that stood in her way. Refusing to think about
how close her plans had come to ruin, Project Zero thrust one hand, and then
the other into the concrete, separating the pillars from the building. The
villainess handled these massive supports – which stood over 10 feet, with a
radius of three – with ease.
Quickening her pace, the
Amazon’s flexing muscles made it appear as if the only part of her body that
carried any fat were her ample breasts. Both of which were clearly exposed and,
like the rest of her tanned frame, covered in cuts and bruises. “I tear you to
pieces,” said the woman – foam continuing to spew from her mouth – before
launching a pillar towards the Girl of Steel.
Supergirl, still on the
ground, blasted the pillar with her heat-vision, but lost track of the Amazon
in the resulting dust cloud. She could hear the woman approaching, but the
sound of her roars was echoing off the walls making her difficult to locate.
Frantically, the Maid of Might scurried back, her ass squeaking as it dragged
against the floor.
Even with super-vision,
Supergirl couldn’t find her opponent. Impossible,
where is she, thought the Girl of Steel. Realizing there was only one
possibility, the young blonde looked up right as the second pillar smashed
against her face.
Flat on her back, there
was nothing the dazed heroine could do to prevent Project Zero from grabbing
her ankle and pounding her against the surroundings, before tossing her to the
other side of the building.
Supergirl’s arms were
shaking as she raised herself onto her hands and knees. She could hear Project
Zero’s voice, but her head was spinning and couldn’t make out the words. Until
her mind cleared, it was easier to focus on a single sound: the splashing of
her blood, dripping from her mouth onto the floor.
Struggling to stand, the
Girl of Steel took note of the bruises on her legs and the pain emanating from
the ones beneath her costume. She was disturbed to see tears in her sleeves and
by the feeling of sweat soaking across her body. Her dirty hair was especially
wet, dripping perspiration down her face and across her neckline.
This can’t be happening, thought Supergirl, her eyes catching
the red glow of an exit sign. Although her legs were heavy, Project Zero was
far enough away for the young blonde to leap into the air and escape, but her
ego wouldn’t allow it—because more than anything, she was afraid to lose.
After years of
adulation, winning had become a part of her. Like a drug, Supergirl had grown
addicted to it. Even now, when common sense said run – when the burning in her
lungs, and pain in her muscles demanded she take a break – she refused.
Instead, Supergirl swung to face her opponent and said, “I will stop you.”
“Not possible,”
responded Project Zero in her slow, thick accent. “You, pretty princess, …”
scanning Supergirl with her glowing eyes, the villainess smiled at the damage
she had inflicted, “…more show than substance.”
“No, I’m Supergirl,”
said the heroine, building her confidence, “and I won’t be defeated.”
Staggering forward, the Maid of Might clenched her fists and began swinging
wildly at her foe.
Despite her mass,
Project Zero possessed the speed and agility of an athlete half her size.
Shifting her weight - first left, then right and then left again - she easily
avoided the Girl of Steel’s blows. Unlike Supergirl, the Amazon was a trained
fighter, skilled at exploiting her opponent’s weaknesses.
Frustrated by her
inability to connect, the heroic teen never saw the woman’s attack, but she
howled as it impacted her chest, slamming her against the outer wall. “Too
easy,” said the villainess, pulling the Maid of Might back to her feet by her
disheveled locks. “Come girl … give challenge,” commanded the Amazon, slapping
the young blonde.
Supergirl could feel her
cheeks reddening from the blows. She was trying to escape, but couldn’t remove
the woman’s hand from her wet hair. And since each subsequent slap was harder
than the last, Supergirl was having difficulty recovering, leaving her at the
mercy of her foe.
“There is no SUPER in
you, … just GIRL” said Project Zero, tossing the Maid of Might aside. Amused by
the heroine’s stumbling, the villainess added insult to injury: kicking
Supergirl in the ass, causing her to tumble onto her face.
“Problem, superBABY?
Break nail?” said Project Zero with a chuckle.
Supergirl felt
humiliated. The woman’s incessant laughter was like a thousand cuts, draining
her of her will to fight. But contrary to Project Zero’s expectations she
wasn’t beaten. No! Nobody does this to me.
Reaching for the metal beam beside her, the Maid of Might leapt to her feet and
swung the piece of debris at the Amazon’s face.
The metal shattered on
impact, driving a startled Project Zero back. Pressing her advantage, the Girl
of Steel followed-up with a series of blows. “Fall damn it,” said Supergirl,
wincing with every punch to the woman’s jaw. It wasn’t long before Supergirl’s
knuckles were bleeding. However, she was more concerned about her inability to
knock the woman down.
This concern turned to
fright as the Amazon sprung to life, sidestepping the Maid of Might’s next
punch and countering with a knee. Screaming as her abs were driven into her
body, Supergirl ejected the contents of her stomach—namely blood and bile.
The Girl of Steel wanted
to collapse, but the Amazon wouldn’t allow it. Pressing a hand between
Supergirl’s breasts, Project Zero clenched her fingers around the heroine’s
costume. Her green/gold eyes beaming with delight as she squeezed Supergirl’s S
and pulled her onto the tips of her toes.
Suddenly, the Amazon
stopped, her attention drawn away from Supergirl’s battered face to her own.
Wiping her upper lip she was enraged to discover she was bleeding. Yanking the
young blonde into the air by her S, Project Zero expressed her displeasure, smashing
her forehead against the heroine’s face.
The Maid of Might’s nose
was instantly re-broken. With blood gushing from her nostrils, Supergirl
desperately tore at the woman’s arms. The feeling of her costume wedged against
her vulva only adding to her humiliation, as she groaned, struggling to break
free. In search of relief, her red boots stretched for the ground, but her
long, shapely legs couldn’t reach.
Supergirl could see
satisfaction on Project Zero’s face—blood staining the woman’s smile. Impossibly,
the Amazon, despite having her own bruises, appeared to feel no pain. The cuts
on her shaven head only added to her ferocity. As did the scars from
Supergirl’s heat-vision, which distorted the tribal tattoos that circled her
face. All of these features were doused in layers of sweat, causing her tanned
skin to glisten.
And as the Amazon looked
down her sweat dripped onto Supergirl’s face. Even with a broken nose, the Maid
of Might could smell the woman’s stench, and, increasingly, her own. Enjoying the
heroine’s discomfort, the Amazon brought her closer to breath in something
shared by all her victims—despair.
She could see it in
Supergirl’s blue eyes. Everything else, from the girl’s swollen cheeks to her
broken nose, was a distraction. The eyes, it was always in the eyes. That’s
where she would know if Supergirl were truly broken.
Until now, no one
would’ve believed that the Girl of Steel could be defeated and, yet, here she
was—bleeding, while suspended in the air by her own costume. Still, despite the
damage, it was clear to Project Zero that there was work to be done. For one,
Supergirl’s face remained far too angelic for her liking. More importantly, the
girl’s eyes revealed that her spirit wasn’t broken. Frustrated by the heroine’s
continued resistance, Project Zero delivered a punishing knee to her groin.
Supergirl was howling
even before she landed on the ground. Her hands pressing against her red skirt,
as she cupped her vulva. Trying to alleviate the pain she leaned forward,
causing her sweaty hair to brush against the floor.
“Get up SuperBitch!”
commanded Project Zero, placing her hands on her hips, mocking Supergirl’s
famous pose.
As Supergirl tried to
stand, the intensity of her screams increased. I can’t…it hurts, thought the Girl of Steel, resting her bum on her
ankles. No, I can’t give up. I won’t let
her win. Fighting the pain, Supergirl reached up and clutched what remained
of the woman’s low-rise, black spandex shorts, attempting to use it as
leverage.
“Weak!” said Project
Zero, holding her massive hands against the heroine’s temples. “Scream,
Supergirl,” said the woman, squeezing the Maid of Might’s head.
With horror, Supergirl
looked up. Releasing the spandex shorts – tearing them further in the process –
her hands latched onto the woman’s wrists. Within seconds, to the Amazon’s
delight, the Girl of Steel was screaming, “STOP…STOP!” as even more blood began
flowing from her nose and mouth.
Seconds later her ears
started bleeding. “PLEASE STOP!” begged Supergirl, her nails frantically
clawing into the woman’s arms, desperate to relieve the pressure on her skull.
Suddenly, Supergirl was hit by a frightening realization—She’s going to kill me.
With her mind blacking
in and out of consciousness, Supergirl was having difficulty focusing. This can’t be happening. Please RAO, this
isn’t how it’s supposed to end. I…I won’t let it. Suddenly, Supergirl could
feel her strength returning—one final spike of adrenaline. Come on girl, you’re only going to get one shot.
“Burn bitch!” shouted
Supergirl, unleashing her heat-vision.
Once again, Project
Zero’s face began to sizzle, but, somehow, she managed to resist the pain. “Not
this time,” said the Amazon, clasping her hands over Supergirl’s face.
Instantly, the woman’s palms started burning, but it was the Maid of Might who
screamed, as her heat-vision was reflected back into her own eyes.
With her corneas seared,
Supergirl fell to the floor, howling in pain. I’m blind,
feared Supergirl, unable to open her eyes. The blue in her irises was gone,
scorched like the skin surrounding her eye sockets. This made her sensitive to
light, and for the most part, unable to look at anything other than the floor.
Panicking, the Maid of began crawling, blindly trying to distance herself from
her opponent.
But Project Zero was
already moving towards her. Ignoring her steaming hands, she was enjoying the
sight of the mighty Girl of Steel on her knees. The Amazon was especially
enticed by the heroine’s round ass, as it bounced beneath her red cape.
“Going somewhere,
princess?” said the woman, yanking Supergirl up by her tangled hair. The Amazon
didn’t bother to wait for a reply; the screaming heroine was already making the
only sound she desired to hear.
Laying the Maid of Might
across her knee, Project Zero indulged her arousal. Her eyes filling with
excitement, as she pulled the heroine’s cape aside, revealing the girl’s long,
toned legs. “Finally … something super,” said the Amazon, lifting the Maid of
Might’s equally red skirt. The sight of Supergirl’s taught bum sent waves of
excitement throughout Project Zero’s body and a world of possibilities racing
through her mind.
Though unimpressed by
the heroine’s fighting skills, the Amazon could not deny the young blonde’s
physical beauty. Supergirl’s bum was erotic perfection, flawlessly stretching
her costume around its sensual curves. Desiring a better view, the villainess
wedged the blue fabric between the girl’s shapely cheeks.
Supergirl shouted in protest,
but before she could resist, Project Zero began slapping her glutes. It took
only a few hits for Supergirl’s ass to redden, intensifying her screams. As the
Maid of Might’s skin swelled, the sound dulled—the pain, however, only
increased.
But the Girl of Steel
wasn’t the only one who was hurt. Noticing the blood and charred skin that
smeared across the heroine’s bum after each hit the Amazon paused to exam her
burning hands. Disgusted by the bubbling flesh Project Zero – for her own sake,
more than the Maid of Might’s – decided to stop.
Instead, the Amazon
proceeded by grabbing Supergirl’s throat and lifting her into the air. “If only
world could see now,” said the woman, walking towards the centre of the floor,
oblivious to the surrounding bodies and falling debris.
Supergirl could only
respond in whimpers. The sole upside to her tears was that they soothed her
eyes, allowing her to open them just enough to see—small comfort, considering
the depth of her humiliation. In fact, Supergirl couldn’t bring herself to look
Project Zero in the eyes.
Suspended by her neck,
the Girl of Steel gasped as Project Zero reached beneath her skirt and clutched
her vulva. Instantly, the villainess had her complete attention. “Hey! What are
you doing?!” said Supergirl, as she was elevated above her opponent’s head.
Displaying the Maid of
Might like a trophy, Project Zero looked down at the building’s lobby. Even
from eleven floors up, the writing that circled the central shield was visible:
“Starr Labs: Building the Future.”
Amused, Project Zero
began delivering her own special message.
“Stop that!” commanded
Supergirl, as her costume was pressed between her nether lips. Through the thin
fabric, she could feel the woman’s inflamed fingers stroking her clit. Grunting
in protest, Supergirl squirmed in disgust, but her opponent’s hold was too
strong.
“Enjoy princess; more
pain to come,” said the Amazon tossing Supergirl over the balcony.
With her hair brushing
against her swollen checks, Supergirl fell. Lacking the strength to fly, her
limbs hung in the air, flapping, like her skirt and cape, towards the sky.
As Supergirl smashed
against the ground, her body tore into the marble floor, disfiguring the shield
in the centre of the lobby. Slowly, the Girl of Steel began to stir, but before
she could gather her wits, Project Zero struck.
Blood exploded from
Supergirl’s mouth, as the Amazon’s knees drilled into her mid-section.
Screaming wildly, the Girl of Steel tried to escape but the woman had her
pinned.
The feeling of
Supergirl’s toned body trapped beneath her, squirming between her thighs,
grinding against her crotch, was too much for Project Zero. Suddenly, pleasure
began sweeping throughout the Amazon’s body, causing her to shudder and moan,
as she reached down and filled her fingers with Supergirl’s blonde mane.
“Pleasure me,” commanded
the woman thrusting Supergirl’s head towards her crotch.
Despite the blood
spewing from her mouth and gushing from her broken nose, Supergirl could smell
the woman’s arousal. What remained of the Amazon’s black spandex shorts
struggled to conceal her wet labia. The surrounding area, however, was clearly
exposed covered in a mesh of thick, black pubic hairs.
Disgusted, Supergirl
tried turning away, but Project Zero wouldn’t allow it.
“Taste and I promise
quick death,” said the Amazon, licking her fiery lips as she pulled Supergirl’s
face within inches of her sweaty and aroused vulva.
Supergirl wanted to
resist, but the slightest movement sent her abs ablaze, forcing her to grunt in
pain. She pictured herself lashing out, striking at the woman’s face; however,
she could no longer control her aching muscles. But, even though her injuries
were severe, Supergirl’s spirit wasn’t broken.
Raising her teary eyes,
the Girl of Steel met the villainess’ burning gaze and said: “Never!”
Project Zero was
startled; she had expected Supergirl to cower before her. The Amazon would
never admit it, but just as the Girl of Steel had underestimated her, she too
had underestimated the young blonde. But, right now, she was too horny to care.
She needed pleasure and one way or another, was determined to get it.
“I will break you,” said
Project Zero, slamming the Maid of Might’s head into the ground. Supergirl was
helpless as the woman’s fists tore into her swollen face, splicing one check
and then the other.
The Amazon was
relentless, blackening one of Supergirl’s eyes before slamming another fist
into the girl’s mouth, causing the heroine to spit out two of her teeth.
Barely conscious, the
Girl of Steel could only bleed, while her opponent clutched her hands above her
head, preparing to deliver the final blow.
But, before she could,
the vibration in her ear brought the Amazon to her senses. “What?!” she
snapped, activating the communication device.
“Yes, I have pretty
princess,” confirmed the villainess, looking down at the battered Maid of
Might—blood gushing from multiple cuts and orifices, while her one open eye
struggled to focus.
Slipping in and out of
consciousness, Supergirl could only pick-up fragments of the conversation.
“Don’t worry she
breaths,” said the Amazon, grabbing Supergirl’s hair and pulling her onto her
knees, preventing her from choking on her own blood.
“But Sora is gone…”
reported Project Zero, turning her attention to her surroundings, displeased at
the lecture she was receiving.
“Fine, I go,” said the
villainess, terminating the conversation.
Dropping to a knee,
Project Zero turned her attention back to the Girl of Steel. “Police surround
building,” said the villainess, pulling-up behind the heroine and wrapping her
arm around her slender neck. “I’m going to kill them. If you try and stop me …”
said the woman, whispering into Supergirl’s ear, “… I will rip-off costume, and
ravage you before TV.
“Today you die,
Supergirl,” said Project Zero, tossing the Maid of Might to the floor, to lie
in a puddle of her own blood. “Either in front of cameras…” said the
villainess, walking towards the exit, “… or here, in shame, as I burn city.”
Her muscles shaking, Supergirl slowly raised herself onto
her hands and knees. Several minutes had past since the Amazon had left and
still blood spewed from her mouth, forming a mirror of red on the ground. NO! My face, she’s destroyed my face,
thought Supergirl gasping in horror at the sight of her own reflection.
The bruises and cuts
increased the pain of her tears, which flowed from only one eye, since the
other was too swollen to open. Although horrified, Supergirl couldn’t stop starring
at her beaten face. Her tongue exploring the space between her missing teeth
while her blonde locks soaked up the sweat that dripped across her dirty
cheeks.
Supergirl’s grunts
turned to screams from the pain shooting throughout her body as she attempted
to stand. Wrapping her arms around her midsection, the Girl of Steel could feel
her swollen abs beneath her costume—her touch causing a fresh round of bile to
spew from her mouth, joining the pool of red and her two broken teeth on the
floor.
Wiping her lips with her
arm, smearing her blue sleeve with blood in the process, Supergirl raised her
head. Her super-vision allowing her to see Project Zero outside attacking the
police—bullets bouncing off the villainess, as she tore apart the squad cars, before
doing the same to the officers inside.
Clutching her swollen
face, listening to the slaughter, Supergirl started crying. She could hear
reporters, both on the ground and in the helicopters above, calling for her to
save the day, unaware of her proximity, let alone her battered state.
Come on Kara, the world needs you. But instead of leaping into action,
she froze. No. I can’t go out there,
thought Supergirl, reaching between her legs, adjusting her costume. She could
still hear the Amazon’s voice inside her head promising to humiliate her
further, should she attempt to intervene.
Although back on her
feet, Supergirl was filled with something she had not felt in years—fear. As
she continued retreating from the light – that burst through the lobby’s glass
windows – her red boots slipped on her own blood, spreading it across the
marble floor.
The Girl of Steel wasn’t
sure where she was heading, but knew she couldn’t let the cameras see her. Not like this, thought the Maid of
Might, protecting her ego. Too battered to fly, and barely able to walk,
Supergirl leaned against the sidewall, stumbling towards the back of the
building. Maybe there’s another exit,
she hoped.
Suddenly, the Girl of
Steel heard voices. Pressing her back against the wall she hid in the shadows –
cast by the surrounding pillars that blocked the emergency lighting – as two
Brutes walked past.
Once men, these beasts
were now more reptilian than human, with green tongues lashing out from behind
layers of jagged teeth. Surrounded by bulging back muscles and round shoulders,
their necks were invisible. The orange tinted armor covering their ripped
physiques, made their chests impossibly large. This armor, like their metal
bracelets and chin guards were screwed into their bodies. The rest of their
limbs were exposed, revealing pulsating veins that glowed against their purple
skin.
Trying not to grunt as
she breathed, Supergirl watched as a second pair of Brutes approached from the
other side of the lobby. Normally, the Girl of Steel wouldn’t fear these
steroid pumped creations, but in her current state she knew she couldn’t defeat
them. With one of the Brute’s staring in her direction, Supergirl grew nervous,
her heart pounding, unsure as to whether or not she had been detected.
I can’t let them catch me thought Supergirl, aware of the
depraved sexual appetites of these creatures. Wincing as she drew a breath,
Supergirl prepared to run, but before she did a sharp sound drew her attention,
as well as the Brutes’.
“Where is she” said a
young woman, slamming the lobby doors. Dressed in a costume similar to
Supergirl’s, except black, with no cape, the brunette took instant command. Her
slender body was as tall and toned as the Girl of Steel’s, but instead of an S,
she wore a yellow r rotunda - ꝛ - across her chest. And, just like
Project Zero, the number 411 was on her arm, except it was on a band instead of
a tattoo.
“Well, answer me,” said
the young woman, slapping the nearest brute.
“We don’t know,
Rapture,” snarled the creature, wiping the blue blood from its mouth.
Taking in her
surrounding’s, Rapture noticed the trail of red on the marble floor. “Idiots,”
she said, pointing in the opposite direction, “Find her.”
The intensity in
Rapture’s voice sent the Brute’s scurrying.
Breathing heavily, the
Girl of Steel continued concealing her presence. In addition to pain, she could
feel sweat soaking her body—staining the wall as she slid against it. Ahead,
she could see elevators, but assumed they were either destroyed or inoperative
due to the initial bomb scare.
Maybe there’s an exit past the corridor thought Supergirl, hesitant to expose
her position—even though the Brute’s were on the other side of the lobby, the
girl in black was walking towards her. Just
stay still, I’m safe in the shadows thought the Maid of Might—she was
wrong.
“Supergirl, oh
Su-per-girl … I know you’re here” said Rapture, calling into the darkness. She
had purposefully sent the Brute’s in the wrong direction in order to have the
heroine to herself.
The Girl of Steel froze;
the voice was now coming from multiple directions. Turning her head, the Maid
of Might saw another girl, identical to Rapture, walking towards her, dressed
in the same black costume.
“What’s the matter
hero…” simultaneously said both girls, slowly weaving between the pillars from
opposite sides “… surely, you’re not afraid?”
Suddenly, Supergirl’s
body betrayed her, causing her to gasp as urine soaked the blue strip of
costume between her legs.
“The brutes are waiting
Girl of Steel,” said one girl.
“Come out and play,”
said the other.
RAO, this can’t be real, thought Supergirl. Desperate to
control her bladder, the Maid of Might clutched her vulva, but her hands
couldn’t contain the flow. Fortunately, the fountains that lined the lobby’s
walls masked the sound of her urine splashing against her boots.
Still, it was only a
matter of time before she was discovered. Supergirl needed to act, but before
she could two hands wrapped around her neck and ripped her through the wall.
Everything was happening
too fast. No matter how hard she kicked or screamed the Girl of Steel continued
to be dragged, while urinating on the white tilled floor. It wasn’t until her
head was dunked into the toilet, that the Maid of Might realized she was inside
a bathroom.
The irony, however, was
lost upon Supergirl, who could smell the filth even before she was swallowing
it. Instantly, her gag reflex kicked-in, mixing her own vomit with the liquid
excrement surrounding her face. As she tried to resist the waste splashed in
and out of the bowl, dousing her hair. All the while, Supergirl’s own
secretions continued to spill between her kicking legs.
Desperate for air,
Supergirl’s hands slid along the porcelain rim, trying to pull her head out of
the bowl. But her mysterious opponent was too strong, forcing her head back
down into the filth.
Supergirl’s legs were
shaking, her arms thrashing against the side of the stall.
“Stop that! We need her
alive; unspoiled,” said Rapture as she along with her doppelganger, overpowered
the Girl of Steel’s assailant in order to toss the battered heroine clear of
the toilet.
Supergirl landed on her
back in the middle of the room. Her wet hair smearing excrement across her
face, like a dirty mop. Her attackers, however, were drawn to her raised skirt.
“Well look at that,” said the nearest of the three, kicking the Maid of Might’s
legs further apart in order to better the view. The thin strip of blue costume
between Supergirl’s legs was drenched, sucking onto her vulva as urine squirted
down her thighs.
“Project Zero is right,
she’s all girl, no super.”
“What an over-rated
whore. Look at her, she needs a diaper,” chided another. The three villainesses
were in stitches, latching on to each other for support. Looking to prolong
their laughter they turned their attention back to the Maid of Might’s face.
“Fuck,” said the girl in
the middle, upon realizing the heroine was no longer breathing. Lighting
instantly shot from the girl’s hands, tearing into Supergirl’s chest. The
others followed suite, causing the Maid of Might to spasm on the floor, until
she began spewing toilet water and fecal matter from her lungs.
“That’s enough; she’s
alive.”
Gasping for air,
Supergirl remained on her back, in a puddle of her own urine. She wanted to
curl up into a ball but when she attempted to move the only thing that changed
was the decibel of her screams. Humiliated and aching, the best she could do
was clutch her steaming breasts.
“Well, at least you’ve
stopped pissing yourself,” said all three voices in unison.
Finally able to overcome
her embarrassment and look up, Supergirl was astonished to see that the girls
were triplets. Every shapely curve, taught muscle and hair was the same. Even
their costumes were a perfect match, black with a yellow r rotunda stretched
across ample breasts. They even shared the same mole on their left cheek – the
only blemish on their otherwise flawless skin.
And then, suddenly, all
three girls became one. Their bodies phasing together, until only the figure in
the middle remained.
Even before completing
her transformation, Rapture could hear the incessant panting of the brute’s
approaching. But as they entered the washroom the young villainess, kept her
focus on the Girl of Steel.
“Clean this bitch up,”
said the alluring brunette. “But don’t get any ideas …” she added, finally
acknowledging the Brutes with a wave of her wrist, “… Project Zero has special
plans for her.” As Rapture stepped aside the Brutes stared, hopping for a
glimpse of her taught bum, beneath her short black skirt—they weren’t
disappointed.
The beasts were equally
excited as they approached the Maid of Might, removing their metal codpieces to
reveal foot long erections. “Come on boys, you heard the boss lady … hose her
down,” said the lead Brute, saliva gurgling his words, as he grabbed his penis
and took aim.
Surrounded, the Girl of
Steal was targeted on all-sides. The air took on a foul odor as thick streams,
of orange/yellow piss sprayed down against her toned body. Initially her S
symbol and vulva drew all the fire, but it wasn’t long before the beasts turned
their attention to removing the excrement from the young blonde’s hair and
face.
Supergirl tried
protecting herself, but the Brute’s had her arms pinned beneath their clawed
feet. With little strength there was nothing the moaning heroine could do. Even
her tears were denied, either washed away by the boiling urine, or evaporated
by the resulting steam as it splashed against her skin.
Enough!” said Rapture,
pushing two of the Brute’s aside, causing them to soak themselves as they
struggled to regain control of their members. Staring down at the disheveled
Maid of Might, the girl in black was pleased. “Excellent. Now, pick her up …
it’s time to finish this bitch.”
With her red boots
dragging against the floor Supergirl was carried – strung by her arms between
two Brutes – out of the washroom and towards the elevators. To the Girl of
Steel’s surprise they were functional—activated by a key card that Rapture
twirled in her hands as they descended. The blood stains on its side, reminding
the Girl of Steel of all those she had failed.
Supergirl thought of
escape but barely had strength to lift her head. This changed as she felt the
two Brutes behind her draw aside her red cape and lift her equally colored
skirt.
Less than half an hour
ago, Supergirl was casting these mutated beasts aside with the flick of a
finger. But now, in her battered state, she could only gasp and shutter as
their green tongues oozed up her legs, fighting each other to see who would be
the first to slip under her costume. Supergirl began to panic, sending a spike
of adrenaline through her body clearing her vision—at least in her one open
eye.
Fortunately, for
Supergirl, the elevator completed its descent before a winner could be
declared. And as the doors opened - and Rapture stepped out - the Girl of Steel
found herself staring at a familiar reflective floor, leading down an equally
smooth, dark tinted corridor.
No! How could they know about this, thought Supergirl recognizing the
station that controlled access to the secret maximum-security facility beneath
Governors Island—located less than a mile from the southern tip of the downtown
core.
The government had
several of these stations throughout Metropolis, linked by an underground rail
system. Until now this system had proved an effective means of transporting
top-secret government assets as well as super villains between facilities.
So that’s it. This is what it has all
been about … a jail break!
Staring at the Brutes who restrained her, as they continued carrying her down
the corridor, the Maid of Might began racing through her rogue’s gallery. There
was no shortage of targets: Mongul, Bizzara, Parasite, Killer Frost,
Eradicator, Cyborg Supergirl, Lobo … they were all imprisoned here. But none of
these villains had been able to decisively defeat her. So who was pulling the
strings?
“Ah…you found her.”
Supergirl instantly
recognized the grinding voice. How could she forget when every ache and pain in
her body was a reminder?
“Any problems?” asked Project Zero walking towards Rapture,
ambivalent towards her exposed vulva and breasts, the latter swinging through
the tears in her black sports bra. The two were about to embrace, when Project
Zero suddenly stopped. “I told you unspoiled,” said the Amazon her swirling
eyes staring at Supergirl’s steaming chest.
“It was an accident,”
said Rapture, stepping aside to avoid Project Zero’s broad shoulder.
“She smells like piss,”
said the Amazon, ripping Supergirl away from the Brutes and dangling her in the
air by her throat. Even at 5’9”, Supergirl’s fit and toned body failed to
impress in comparison to the Amazon’s chiseled physique.
“You know what this
moment means. How much I’ve suffered…sacrificed….?
“Jelena … ,” said Rapture reaching to stroke Project Zero’s cheek.
She desperately wanted to hold her lover. To inspect the frightening damage
from her fight with Supergirl, but she knew better than to voice her concern
over the burns and bruises—at least not publicly. “…I know. Don’t worry my
love, as promised, Supergirl is yours.”
“No matter,” said the
Amazon, turning before Rapture’s hand could make contact.
As Project Zero walked
away a series of blue lights illuminated her path towards the vault that jutted
– in a semi-circular fashion - from the end wall. Upon arrival, a female,
computerized voice was activated: “WELCOME TO REACHDEEP”. Although robotic the
voice had a soothing tone: “TO PROCEED, AUTHORIZATION IS REQUIRED.”
Supergirl grunted as she
was yanked towards a luminescent glass panel beside the massive steel doors.
Doors she knew all too well. Having stood before them countless
times—triumphantly staring at her reflection upon handing over to the
authorities whatever super villain had been foolish enough to challenge her.
Except, this time, she
was the cargo. And instead of standing, she was hanging in the air—her slender
throat encircled by Project Zero’s massive hand. Barely able to breath,
Supergirl’s muscles shook from her desperate efforts to break free—one arm
attempting to pry the Amazon’s hand from her neck while the other was forced
towards the panel.
“NNNOOOOOO!” shouted the
Girl of Steel, her shaking palm, despite her efforts, touching the glass. While
the Amazon’s grip prevented her from turning her head, she could feel the heat
of the lasers against her skin.
The Maid of Might’s
embarrassment grew as Project Zero whispered: “How feel to be helpless,
SuperGIRL?” The villainesses’ emphasis on the last part of her name was
particularly jarring.
But, before the crying
heroine could respond, the robotic voice kicked in:
“SCAN COMPLETE, PROCEED
WITH RETINAL VERIFICATION.”
Instantly, Project Zero
shoved the young blonde’s swollen face towards the panel.
Supergirl tried pushing
free, but all the Amazon had to do, to break the heroine’s resistance, was
twist the hand already in her possession. The pain caused Supergirl to release
a fresh set of tears, and this, more than her squirming or screams, was enough
to offset the scanner.
“ERROR – SCAN
INCOMPLETE”
Inspecting Supergirl’s
battered face Project Zero grew worried. While the girl’s tears could be wiped
away, the villainess suspected the real problem was the damage caused to the
Maid of Might’s eyes from her reflected heat vision. The only way to be
certain, reasoned the Amazon, was to try again.
Supergirl’s screams
echoed throughout the chamber— puss, spewing from her swollen eye. But no
matter how hard she kicked and squirmed, Project Zero kept prying it open.
The blinking green light
above the panel confirmed Project Zero’s assumption: Supergirl’s swollen eye
was indeed healing faster; in fact, her iris was already regaining its
light-blue tint.
“SCAN COMPLETE, VOICE
VERIFICATION REQUIRED”
“Now, speak!” commanded
Project Zero, forcing the Girl of Steel to look at her.
Tears streamed down
Supergirl’s swollen and bleeding cheeks, spilling from her eyes – one fully
open, the other split – as her body trembled.
“Say! Say, so all hear!”
The Girl of Steel had given
everything she had: from the sweat pouring down her bruised and swollen body to
the blood dripping from her cuts and orifices. And despite all she had endured,
she still refused to submit. Because, right now, her silence was all that stood
between the Amazon and access to the world’s imprisoned population of super
villains.
As long as I remain silent the vault
stays shut. It’s that simple. And if she forces it open the Metropolis River
will flood the tunnels. Come on girl, you got this, thought Supergirl, her stare conveying
her defiance.
“You mistake bravery for
stupidity. All I need is scream,” said Project Zero, relishing the fear in
Supergirl’s eyes as she pulled her fist back—flexing muscles the young blonde
never imagined could belong to a woman.
Determined to destroy
Supergirl’s toned abs – abs she had seen glorified on countless beauty and
fitness magazines – Project Zero let loose with a flurry of blows. The
villainess was particularly incensed at the thought of the latest Sports Illustrated—the one with
Supergirl posing akimbo in a revealing blue bikini, under the heading “Abs of
Steel.” Now, staring at Supergirl’s flat stomach – her toned abs, though
swollen, still visible – Project Zero channeled her rage.
With each punch the Girl
of Steel’s arms and legs shot away from her body, struggling to absorb the
pain. As the blows kept coming – pounding and drilling deeper into her abs –
blood began splattering from her mouth.
The brutality was
frightening. None could believe the Girl of Steel’s resilience, except for
Project Zero, who, having brought Supergirl to the verge of unconsciousness,
finally loosened her grip.
In truth, Supergirl
would have succumbed after only a few blows, but the Amazon wouldn’t allow it;
tightening her grip around the heroine’s neck, forcing her to swallow her
screams—for Project Zero didn’t want her victory heralded by just any sound,
she wanted a deep guttural cry.
As the Maid of Might
obliged, the computer responded, unlocking the steel doors—which opened slowly,
accompanied by the hum of large motors.
“VOICE VERIFICATION
COMPLETE. WELCOME SUPERGIRL.”
In the past, the
announcement of her name would fill the Girl of Steel with pride, but now –
having been tossed to the ground, her abs throbbing – she felt like a fraud.
None in the room thought
different. Supergirl, although lean and athletic, no longer held the same aura.
Not when the remaining contents of her stomach were spewing onto the reflective
floor, while crying, in the fetal position, clearly in need of hospitalization.
I can’t take any more, thought Supergirl. Please RAO … just let it end.
But Project Zero had
other plans, reaching down and yanking Supergirl onto her knees by her tattered
locks, before addressing her henchmen. “It is done! Now, we take prison. Except
you, my love…,” said the Amazon turning to face Rapture, “… you must stay”.
“But I want to go with
you … I want to be there,” protested the raven-haired beauty.
“No,” replied Project
Zero directing the Brutes on her left, with a snap of her fingers, to follow
her through the vault and into the underwater tunnel. “The rest of you stay
with Rapture; make sure police don’t spoil suprise.”
Neither the brutes that
had been instructed to remain nor Rapture were pleased—their jowls tightening,
struggling to contain their rage, while the Girl of Steel was dragged into the
transport without them.
But as the vehicle
prepared to depart, Rapture held her ground, allowing her reflection and the
weight of her stare to convey her displeasure. We both know what you’re up to. “So that’s it, now that you have
her, you don’t need me?”
“It’s business, nothing
more,” said Project Zero, attempting to reassure her lover, as the vault
closed. And as it did, the tube’s transparent walls with its surrounding
lights, revealed a stunning view of the river and its fauna.
However, not even this
view could compete with the sight of Project Zero lifting the Girl of Steel,
like a rag doll, against the glass.
Okay…it’s also pleasure thought Project Zero, forcing her way
between Supergirl’s legs. Seeing their boss’s vulva touching the Maid of
Might’s – even if it was against the heroine’s red skirt - sent the beasts into
frenzy. Ripping away their codpieces the Brutes began stroking themselves,
wishing that they too could run their hands along Supergirl’s toned thighs.
The young blonde’s heart
pounded, staring down at Project Zero’s exposed black pubic hairs as the
woman’s massive hands moved beneath her skirt, claiming her hips. “Why are you
doing this?” she asked, lifting her eyes to the Amazon’s.
As the two women held
their gaze – Supergirl’s filled with fear and Project Zero’s with lust – the
Brute’s continued getting off. While the Amazon had her share of cuts and
bruises she appeared strong, where as Supergirl - who was equally sweaty, with
stains beneath her armpits and collar– looked weak and exhausted.
Barely able to move, the
Girl of Steel no longer held the Brutes’ attention and most began focusing on
Project Zero, who, having physically bested Supergirl, suddenly took on a new
aura of eroticism. The sweat pouring over Project Zero’s tanned, muscular abs –
inches away from Supergirl’s slender but swollen waist – accentuated their
differences.
With each thrust the
Amazon’s bum commanded desire, stretching, almost to the point of transparency,
what remained of her black, spandex shorts along her taught curves. Her exposed
breasts were equally enticing—the only part of her tanned body free of tattoos,
they were clearly a size, if not two, larger than Supergirl’s. A fact the Girl
of Steel could not ignore while they swung freely, inches away from her face.
“You see mine Supergirl;
only fair you show yours,” said the Amazon, gripping the Maid of Might’s collar
- squeezing dirt-filled sweat from the thin, elastine-like material - with her
massive hands.
“No!” cried Supergirl,
time slowing down, etching the moment into her memory, as she watched her S –
the symbol of her family – rip in two. With little effort the Amazon tore the
Maid of Might’s costume, right down to the yellow belt, below her navel.
Strands of Supergirl’s
costume hung from Project Zero’s inflamed fingers, while the rest snapped back,
fluttering against her exposed breasts. The Girl of Steel’s pink nipples and
smooth skin drew all eyes, but it was the Amazon who lay
claim to the perfectly tear-drop shaped flesh.
The villainess had long
desired this moment—convinced that the height and shape of Supergirl’s tits
couldn’t be natural, not without some kind of hidden assistance or gimmick. And
yet, now that the heroine’s costume had been ripped, exposing her tender
breasts, the Amazon was surprised to discover that Supergirl wasn’t even
wearing a bra. Instead her bare breasts melted under the Amazon’s touch,
removing all doubt concerning their authenticity.
“Incredible,” said
Project Zero, eagerly caressing the Maid of Might’s tits —pulling them up and
out to hasten her lip’s arrival. The Amazon immediately tasted the piss and
sweat coating Supergirl’s soft skin, but she would not be deterred. Spitting to
the side, cleansing her pallet, she quickly resumed kissing left then
right—determined to sample the Girl of Steel.
Several Brutes lost
their load, filling the confined space of the transport with even more retched
odor. But no matter how thick and stuffy the air became none complained, hoping
their boss would share what they all clearly desired.
But Project Zero wasn’t
in a giving mood. And none were prepared to question the woman who had single
handedly defeated the Girl of Steel. While the villainess’ tongue moved up,
leaving a trail of saliva from Supergirl’s sternum to her neck, her fingers
kept working—feverishly caressing the heroine’s breasts.
Supergirl’s complaints
served only to spur the Amazon, who quickly rounded the young blonde’s chin,
licking away the blood, and silencing her protests with a kiss. Rao, what’s she doing?,
thought the Girl of Steel, struggling to get the Amazon to release her lower
lip.
“Get off!” said
Supergirl, in a rare reprieve, but the woman kept forcing her tongue into the
heroine’s mouth. Barely able to resist, let alone breathe, the Maid of Might
had little choice but to swallow the Amazon’s gushing saliva.
Clearly confused,
Supergirl’s eyes darted to meet her opponent’s; the cruelty she encountered
instantly sending a shiver down her spine. A shiver that bloomed into fear once
the woman broke-off her kiss, lowering her greenish/gold eyes to Supergirl’s
encircled breasts.
“Let’s see how much you
take,” said Project Zero, spreading her fingers to maximize her coverage of the
Girl of Steel’s perky breasts.
Suddenly, The Maid of
Might’s trembled in terror, for the woman no longer sought to pleasure but
destroy. Desperate for release, Supergirl’s legs kicked the air, while her
hands tore at the woman’s thick wrists—allowing her to feel the impossible
power pulsating down the Amazon’s forearms. Power that was fueling the woman’s
vice-like grip as it slowly … methodically crushed her tender breasts.
The pain was
excruciating, but Supergirl couldn’t scream—not with Project Zero sucking, once
again, on her lower lip. Please RAO, my
breasts, my breasts <<GASP>> she’s crushing them, thought Supergirl, breaking free of the
woman’s probing kiss.
To Supergirl’s horror,
her breasts were bruising beneath Project Zero’s powerful grip. The sight of
her flesh turning to mush sent a fresh set of tears rolling down her cheeks.
Suddenly, Supergirl’s
head slammed back, cracking the glass walls while she screamed. No longer
satisfied with crushing Supergirl’s breasts, Project Zero simultaneously began
pulling on them too—stretching them to frightening lengths, like animal
balloons.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Supergirl’s screams reached new octaves. Hanging in the air by her breasts,
being smashed from one wall to another, she didn’t even notice the water
pouring through the cracks and into the transport.
And this, more than
mercy, prompted the Amazon to release Supergirl’s tits, dropping her onto the
cold, wet floor. But even though the torture had abated, the Maid of Might kept
screaming. The sight of her mangled breasts didn’t help her tears, nor did her
desire to cup them. And yet, despite the pain, she had to try and mould them
back into shape.
But her repeated
attempts failed. RAO, they’re ruined,
said Supergirl to herself, once again cupping her breasts, only to watch them
droop– like an elderly woman’s - against her bruised chest.
Project Zero’s laughter
prompted Supergirl to raise her head. “You’ll pay for this!” said the Maid of
Might, her voice cracking, though her eyes burned with rage.
“Still not broken.
Admirable. But spare threats SuperGIRL…,” said Project Zero, grabbing the Maid
of Might ‘s arm and hauling her to her feet. “… we arrive at end, continued the Amazon, turning to exit the
transport, “and I promise, you break.”
Supergirl had been too
busy screaming to realize they had arrived at their destination. Only now,
while being dragged across the arrival platform, did she notice the missing
Brutes.
No…not missing, but
waiting—waiting to attack the squad of armed prison guards impeding their
progress towards the central holding area.
“This is your last
warning,” yelled the prison captain, his arm stretched, preparing to give his
men the order to fire.
“Actually…,” said
Project Zero, stepping directly into the line of fire, “…it’s yours. I trust
you recognize my hostage, yes?”
A collective gasp filled the corridor, adding to the
eerie ambience already provided by the leaking pipes and overpowered
fluorescent lighting. “No way!” said the Captain, shaking his head in
disbelief. That can't really be
Supergirl? Unsure of what to do he, like his men, just stared in disbelief
at the Amazon and her trophy.
What's going on?, thought the Captain, unable to take his
eyes away from the blue, red and yellow costume fluttering against the young
blonde's, battered body. Supergirl was ill-prepared for this moment; for, it
wasn’t just the guards who were staring but the prisoners too—each restrained,
within the cells lining the corridor’s walls, by a series of stasis fields.
Fortunately, the
occupants of these cells appeared to Supergirl as one massive blur. Though too
powerful to be incarcerated in regular prisons they were lower end
criminals—cannon fodder against the Girl of Steel. At least, they had been on
the outside, but now, even though Supergirl failed to recognize their faces, their
collective hollers filled her, as well as the prison’s halls, with terror.
The guards, on the other
hand, were harder to ignore and their proximity practically forced Supergirl to
look them in the eye. She could hear their whispers as they continued debating
whether she was indeed the Maid of Might.
She certainly didn’t
look the part, but despite the cuts; swelling; missing teeth; black eye; ripped
costume and exposed breasts, which hung – bruised and deflated – from her sweat
and dirt stained body there was no mistaking the Girl of Steel.
“But how?” said one
guard.
“It must be a trick,”
echoed another.
“Enough! Drop weapons,
or break neck,” said project Zero, applying pressure to Supergirl’s windpipe.
The grimace on the young
blonde’s face revealed her pain. But what Supergirl didn’t understand, was why
the villainess hadn’t killed the guards? Their
weapons are useless against the Brutes. Is
this really just more humiliation? Nevertheless, it appeared these officers
didn’t have to die. “Please,” said Supergirl reluctant to remover her hands
from the Amazon’s crushing arm, “lower…your…weapons!”
As the guards obliged,
kicking their weapons aside before dropping to their knees, Project Zero
glanced at the Brutes—giving the order to kill. “No! You monster.” But words
and tears were all Supergirl had. Too weak to overpower her foe, she turned to
the captain and said, “I’m sorry,” right as a Brute ripped into his chest,
shredding his organs with its claws.
Supergirl’s failures
were growing in pain and number. And now, as Project Zero entered the main
holding area – where the most powerful villains were kept in isolation – the
Maid of Might feared, what she could only imagine, was still to come.
Only the sound of the
Amazon’s footsteps against the metal grated floor and Supergirl’s whimpers
broke the silence. Without commanding it, the watchtowers focused their
spotlights upon them. Seconds later they were on all the screens lining the
rusting walls—the ones used to convey prison wide announcements.
Even on camera Project
Zero’s power could be felt as she stood in the open concourse, facing row upon
row of the world’s most powerful super villains. Most could hardly believe what
they were witnessing. After all, they had all attempted and failed to defeat
Supergirl and yet here she was, beaten beyond their wildest dreams by a
mysterious, tattooed woman in tattered, sweat drenched clothing.
While her intentions
remained unclear, there was no denying Project Zero’s power. With a single hand
the muscular woman kept Supergirl restrained—slipping her hand beneath the Girl
of Steel’s armpit to immobilize one arm before gripping the other, by the
wrist, behind the Girl of Steel’s neck. It was an impressive display; for,
regardless of how loud Supergirl grunted or strained, she couldn’t break free,
let alone turn away to conceal her mangled breasts.
RAO, this is so humiliating. Please…no
more? But Supergirl’s torment
was far from complete. Suddenly, the Amazon’s free hand grabbed her red skirt
and tucked it into her belt. And then, before the Girl of Steel could register
what was happening, her legs were forced apart by the Amazon’s feet.
The view of Supergirl’s
sparsely covered vulva elicited roars of approval. Her wet costume clinging
tightly, causing the thin blue strip of fabric between her legs to slip, ever
so slightly, between her nether lips.
“Hey!” protested
Supergirl, twisting and turning, uncomfortable showing this much skin—but the
swaying of her hips – accentuated by the full-sight of her long, shapely legs –
only added to the frenzy.
The shouts grew louder
as Project Zero’s hand pressed against Supergirl’s bruised stomach. Was this an
attack or something else? The young blonde was unsure, watching nervously as
the woman’s hand inched below her navel, whisking away the sweat on her swollen
abs.
<<GASP>>
To Supergirl’s horror it
was something else. Something unimaginable. And yet, despite all her power, all
she could do – watching the Amazon’s hand slip beneath her costume, causing her
belt to dig into her sides – was wait.
When the woman’s touch
finally arrived, Supergirl shivered—air gushing from her lungs, her body
tensing to the feel of the Amazon’s inflamed fingers against her vulva.
“STOP IT!” said
Supergirl but her demands only spurred the Amazon, whose large fingers were
clearly visible beneath the thin, blue fabric. The Girl of Steel moaned in
protest with every unwelcomed touch. Sweat spraying from her disheveled locks
as she averted her eyes only to catch the lusting faces of her imprisoned
enemies.
This time there was no
avoiding their gaze; they were all there, witnessing her violation. Even through
the pink glow of the stasis fields she could see their excitement … their
pleasure. Only last week she had defeated Reactron, and the week before
Metallo—both were now calling for her defilement.
“You feel good,” said
Project Zero, nibbling on Supergirl’s ear. “But I prefer bush? You’re too too
clean, just like GIRL,” taunted the Amazon—wondering if the young Kryptonian
was naturally this smooth or if she waxed. Either way, the woman wanted more—no
longer content playing on the perimeter she moved inside.
“RAO no…you can’t!”
shouted the Maid of Might, quivering as the woman spread her lips. “Please…I’m
Supergirl!” Disregarding the heroine’s pleas the woman inched towards her clit.
Supergirl wanted to scream, but all she could do was gasp. This can’t be
happening. Desperate, the Girl of Steel rocked her hips, but this only
increased the pain, forcing her to throw her head back and grunt with every
thrust of her opponent’s rough fingers.
“I wonder…do you prefer
it to the left or the right?” In search of an answer, the Amazon continued to
probe, watching Supergirl’s trembling face for a reaction. “No, you like it
straight down the middle,” said the woman, detecting the change in the Girl of
Steel’s breathing. “Pretend all you like Supergirl; we both know there is
pleasure” whispered Project Zero, kissing the heroine’s exposed neck. “I can
feel your wetness—do you deny it?”
“You’re disgusting!”
snapped Supergirl. But as she spoke her sweat dripping body shuddered—and not
for the first time. While the villainesses’ touch was undesired, it was strong
and experienced. And the warts on her inflamed fingers, though gruesome, proved
powerful stimulants.
Stimulants that were
clearly effective on the Girl of Steel—for all could see the secretions
covering Project Zero’s violating hand, as she raised it towards the prison
audience. Even without the aid of cameras, Supergirl’s fluids were clearly
visible, stretching between the Amazon’s index and thumb.
Further humiliation was
added by the growing stain on her costume—even though it was already wet, there
was a fresh sliver where her lips touched, darkening the thin, light blue
fabric.
As Supergirl, once
again, looked up her cheeks reddened with shame. She wanted to yell out and
defend her dignity. To lie and claim she had fallen pray to kryptonite or
magic—anything to protect her image. But staring at her greatest foes –
suspended, against her will, while her contused breasts were exposed, swinging
like shriveled sacks – she remained silent. After all, how could she possibly
explain this?
No longer able to hold
her gaze, Supergirl lowered her head, releasing the tears caught in her lashes
to the rivulets of sweat already pouring down her battered face. Desperate to
protect what semblance of pride remained she closed her eyes, her thoughts
consumed by shame.
Project Zero, however,
wasn’t finished. Running her sticky fingers beneath Supergirl’s nose – causing
the young blonde to turn away in disgust– she said, “Let’s see how you taste?
"Sweet,” she
announced, licking the heroine’s secretions from her fingers, before dipping
her hand back down for more. But this time the villainess didn’t bother
reaching beneath Supergirl’s costume; instead, she slipped it aside, revealing
the heroine’s most intimate of spots.
“NOOOOOOO!,” pleaded Supergirl, her sweaty locks splashing from one
check to the next, while she renewed her efforts to break free. But nothing she
did had any affect, leaving her tired, breathless and exposed in the Amazon’s
powerful grip.
The villainess found
these fleeting efforts amusing. She enjoyed the sight of her own muscles
ripping into action, absorbing the young blonde’s frantic efforts—leaving
Supergirl with only tears and screams to combat her humiliation.
“Again, only super in
you is body,” declared Project Zero, her swirling eyes fixated on the heroine’s
smooth vulva and glistening lips—erotic perfection concealed, until now, only
by a thin, strip of blue fabric. Even so, Supergirl never imagined this could
happen—that an opponent could overpower and expose her thus. It was more than
anyone, even amongst those incarcerated at Reachdeep, could have imagined.
That is, except for
Project Zero, who had one final indignity to perform: brushing aside the
heroine’s sticky locks, allowing the cameras to fully see the girl’s face,
Project Zero turned to address the Brutes, “It's time. Bring device.”
From within their ranks,
a Brute stepped forward, holding – as if presenting a tribute – a black
cylinder, with glowing streaks of purple bursting from within. Streaks that
when pulsating at their peak revealed a textured – almost life like – skin
around the foot-long object.
Playing to the audience,
Project Zero displayed the Girl of Steel in one hand and the object in the
other. While she was certain Supergirl was a virgin, the heroine clearly
understood what was to come. Her blue eyes trembling, struggling to focus on
the cylinder and the inscription on its side: SGIRL911.
“That’s right Supergirl,
this device was made especially for you.” Bringing the cylinder in closer – its
purple glow reflecting off of Supergirl’s glistening skin – Project Zero
lowered it towards its intended target.
The tip of the cylinder
felt cold, causing Supergirl to shudder as it glanced across her nether lips.
“You wouldn’t!” The Maid of Might’s voice was weak…scared. Tilting her head
back, shifting her matted locks against her spliced cheeks, the Girl of Steel
pleaded directly to her tormentor. “Please…not here. Take me somewhere private
…I’ll do anything. I swear.”
Project Zero’s lips
curled into a smile; finally Supergirl’s resilience had faltered. “Foolish
girl,” said the Amazon, tilting her head to match the angle of the young
blonde’s face, “you already do what I want. Device do
rest.”
Supergirl’s head shot
back, straining her neck. Her limbs would have done the same, had Project Zero not
continued restraining her from behind. But, despite the veracity of her screams
- ripping from her mouth with such force that her veins popped – her nether
lips were the ones threatening to tear.
Without warning or
lubrication Project Zero had rammed the cylinder inside Supergirl’s vagina,
cracking her pubic bone and bruising her inner tissue. Struggling to
accommodate the device, which was wider than a soda can, her pubic mound
bulged, revealing the depth of her penetration.
“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!’ GET
IT OUT!” Thrashing from side to side, Supergirl struggled to cope with the
pain. Twisting and turning, like a rabid, caged animal, while the SGIRL911
ripped apart her vagina. It’s cold walls simultaneously rotating in multiple
directions while it pumped in and out.
Oh, RAO please have mercy… it’s tearing
me apart! Supergirl’s movements
were growing desperate…violent. She could feel the blood swishing in her
vagina. With each thrust her sweating body trembled, amplifying the pain in her
wounds—both old and new. Her exposed breasts were especially painfully,
swinging, like shriveled sacks with every thrust.
But nothing compared to
the hurt inside—not even the throbbing in her bruised and swollen abs. No, this
pain was unique. Each withdrawal was sharp, forcing Supergirl to clench her
teeth. And then, before she could breathe, the device would re-enter,
stretching her insides – despite her efforts to tighten her vaginal walls -
producing a carnal scream and a growing fear that she would soon be torn in
two.
Unable to fight back,
Supergirl felt powerless. Even now, Project Zero’s superior strength continued
thwarting her efforts to break free and remove the device. She couldn’t even
wipe the tears running down her cheeks. “Some Supergirl.” Project Zero’s words
cut deep, especially as the Maid of Might felt the device adjusting inside of
her. Suddenly, there was not just pain, but pleasure.
To her horror, Supergirl
could see the sexual fluids – her fluids – seeping from her lips. No, this can’t be! Shaking her head in
protest, the young blonde could feel her desires building. She was loosing
control of her body. What’s wrong with
me? I won’t. I can’t!
Project Zero could sense
Supergirl’s resistance. “You have spirit…I give that but, still, you break,”
said the Amazon, releasing Supergirl’s arms and clutching her tits. Although, unsure
whether the Maid of Might’s damaged breasts were still capable of feeling
pleasure the villainess decided to act. After all, if all she did was cause
Superigrl more pain then that too could prove useful.
Supergirl’s deflated
tits – bruised and shriveled – were now all that kept her standing. The heroic
beauty, however, wasn’t concerned with escape. Not anymore. Not while her
vagina was being torn apart. Screaming wildly…uncontrollably, she reached down
but Project Zero’s arms – tucked beneath her armpits – hindered her ability to
effectively grip the device.
“No, wait!” said
Supergirl, suddenly, abandoning her concern for her vagina and clasping Project
Zero’s wrists. Something had changed—the pressure Project Zero was exerting on
her nipples was tipping the balance intensifying the sensation between her
legs.
Supergirl’s arms shook
in both pain and pleasure, desperately trying to pry the woman from her
nipples. But it was too late; the Amazon had injected just enough pleasure to
send Supergirl over the edge. Like a train at full steam rounding a tight
corner, she was going to fly off the tracks. Her rhythmic panting revealing to
all what she herself already knew—she was going to orgasm.
The pain consuming the
Girl of Steel subsided, replaced by a growing warmth …
a sensation, throughout her body, she couldn’t quite describe, but it was
delivering pleasure in a place and a form she had yet to experience. It’s so good. Please don’t stop.
Suddenly, Supergirl’s
body tensed, her wet hair burying her face – at least at first – until,
finally, she leaned back and howled. And, as Project Zero released her grip on
her nipples, the Maid of Might fell to her knees, her body shaking—the
aftereffects of the best orgasm she had ever experienced.
Project Zero was equally
excited. Catching herself on the main screen, she found the camera angle
pleasing. The spotlights were highlighting her chiseled muscles, revealing
every perfect cut. Even though her breasts and vulva were exposed, she felt
more confident…powerful than ever before—her towering figure casting a dominant
shadow over the Maid of Might.
But the limelight
belonged to Supergirl, who remained on her knees, resting on the grated metal
floor. Her sunken cheeks collapsing with every labored breath—panting
desperately, causing her drooping breasts to jiggle
against her heaving chest. Her attention, however, was on the device pumping in
and out her.
She had to remove it.
The sight of her pubic mound bulging, expanding with every thrust left her blue
eyes trembling. I’ve got to get it out! Wincing
at the sight of her stretched lips – translucent from the purple glow – the
Girl of Steel reached for the device—her fingers quivering, slipping on her own
juices, struggling to take hold. Got it!
With every pull
Supergirl’s body shuddered—her neck and shoulders straining from the effort to
dislodge the SGIRL911. It had dug deep, wrapping itself in her vagina, forcing
her to fight both the device and her own body to secure its release. The pain
caused her to bite down, squeezing blood from her lower lip.
The struggle was yet one
more humiliation. Except this time – to the audience’s delight – it was one too
many. Tired of the pain, of the hurt, the Maid of Might opted for pleasure.
Releasing the device, she pinched her nipples and collapsed. Sprawled on her
back, her parted legs revealed the penetration that was sending her, with every
thrust, back into ecstasy.
As Project Zero had
promised, Supergirl’s spirit was broken. For the first time since dawning her
costume, the Maid of Might had given up. The fact that Supergirl had, by her
own volition, chosen to leave the device inside and was now pleasuring herself
sealed Project Zero’s victory. Licking her lips, the Amazon knew she had now
truly defeated the Girl of Steel.
While the prisoners
stared in a mixture of lust and awe, Project Zero could feel her own climax
building. Like Supergirl, her lips glistened, covered in sexual secretions but,
unlike the Girl of Steel, she retained control. The moment to address the
audience had come—nearly two dozen of the world’s most powerful super villains
lined-up in cells, stretching three rows into the air.
“Now I have attention…,”
said the Amazon, grabbing Supergirl’s leg and dragging her past the cells on
the lower level—the spotlights following her every step. “…allow me to
introduce….” Whispers could be heard even before Project Zero announced her
name. These whispers brought a smile to her face. “I have done what none of
you, whether alone or in group, have been able to do…defeat Girl of Steel.”
Upon mention all eyes
turned to Supergirl. Sweat marking her trail while she, herself, was lost in
heat. Biting into her lower lip, while continuing to work her nipples, the Girl
of Steel’s appetite to orgasm was clear, just like her moaning.
“In minutes…,” continued
Project Zero, snapping her fingers, directing the Brutes towards the prison’s
main controls, “…you will be released. Your freedom as well at what’s left of
this SuperGIRL is my gift to you. But, let me be clear, Metropolis belongs to
me. Go where you wish, but if you stay … you work for me. If problem… I welcome
challenge. But take good look; this…” said the villainess, glaring towards the
Maid of Might, whose tattered costume was struggling to remain on her battered
body, “…is what happens to those who oppose me.”
Suddenly, red lights
began flashing, rotating in a circular fashion—the first sign that the prison’s
containment protocols were faltering. The sirens that followed were
another—booming from the speakers they shook the metal corridors, loosening the
pipes lining the walls, releasing steam throughout the holding areas. A
five-minute countdown then appeared on the screens accompanied by a WARNING
notice and a familiar computerized female voice: “CODE RED. CONTAINMENT
PROTOCALS HAVE BEEN BREACHED—EVACUATE. THIS IS NOT A DRILL.”
More than ever, the
people of Metropolis needed Supergirl. But the heroine they knew no longer
existed. Battered, bleeding and violated the Girl of Steel’s world had crumbled.
Now, after her ordeal, all she wanted was pleasure. She craved release, her
hips grinding in tandem with the device. Nothing else mattered: not Reachdeep,
Project Zero or her even her image.
At least not while she
climaxed. Her arms shooting out, helping to arch her back, while warmth
consumed her body. It was bliss. But there was no escaping the pain. Having
orgasmed twice she needed a break; the machine, however, didn’t. Huh it hurts. I’m…I’m too sensitive…please.
With the pleasure fading, Supergirl reached for the device.
The balance between pain
and pleasure had once again tilted. With each thrust, the device sent shocks
throughout her vagina – where only seconds before it had delivered a
tantalizing touch – causing Supergirl to squirm, which, in turn, aggravated her
swollen abs and aching breasts. She wanted to close her legs, embarrassed by
the fluids squirting from her body, but her broken pubic bone, as well as her
opponent, kept them parted.
“You’re a squirter!”
teased Project Zero, toying with Supergirl’s leg; enjoying the pain it caused.
She wasn’t normally, but, then again, the Girl of Steel had never before had
anything like this inside of her. “Come on, princess, you can do it. Grab
device, before you spray again.”
“Please, it hurts.”
Clenching her teeth, blood seeping from the corners of her mouth, Supergirl
struggled to latch onto the SGIRL911. Looking up, she noticed the blood still
dripping from Project Zero’s eyes. The woman’s swirling greenish/gold irises no
longer appeared like mist, but a cosmic explosion, surrounded by a sea of red.
A destroyer of life…Supergirl’s life and all she stood for.
It was a frightening
realization. Especially as it finally dawned on the Girl of Steel that her
worst enemies – every last one – were about to go free. The clock on the
monitors counting down to the moment when the facility no longer had enough
power to sustain the stasis fields and all other remaining security measures. No…I can’t let this happen. I can’t let them
escape. With her hands finally around the device Supergirl scrambled,
desperate to perform one final heroic act.
But before she could
remove the SGIRL911, Project Zero intervened. Supergirl’s eyes widening—a cold
sweat running across her aching body as the Amazon’s black boot came stomping
down.
Supergirl’s arms
shot-out, denting the steel beneath her, as the device was shoved into her
vagina. Thrashing from the pain, her screams cut through the competing noise.
Her eyes fluttering back, until only the sclera was visible, as she slammed
down unconscious—her limp body twitching on the floor.
All that remained of the
device was the bottom nub—half an inch out of a foot, poking in and out of Supergirl’s
vagina. Her secretions squirting with every pump, splattering her stretched
lips and inner thighs. The rest of the SGIRL911 was firmly implanted—having
penetrated her cervix to reach directly into her uterus, forming a glowing
purple bulge beneath her skin, from her genitals to her lower abs.
“Goodbye Supergirl” said
Project Zero, crouching down between the Maid of Might’s legs. Steadying her
hand; taking one last look at the heroine’s writhing body, enjoying the
destruction she had wrought, before pressing the button on the bottom of the
device.
The intensity of the
SGIRL911’s purple glow increased—shooting out from Supergirl’s vagina like a
flashlight. Even through her skin the beam was visible, further highlighting
the bulge inside of her. Seconds later this light began to fluctuate, counting
down, in shortening intervals—but to what end remained unclear.
For Project Zero,
however, the result had never been in doubt. And now, either the device or the
imprisoned super villains would finish off the Girl of Steel. Leaning forwards,
stripping what remained of Supegirl’s costume the Amazon began wondering which
fate was worse. Leaving the young blonde to her foes could prove interesting.
But no, she concluded, dismissing the thought with a shake of her head, the
device was the only way to be certain.
After all, too much had
already gone wrong. The Council would be livid when they discovered what she
had done. The thought of being branded a traitor, however, didn’t phase her, at
least not while she was tugging on Supergirl’s costume. Smiling as the thin
material sucked to the Maid of Might’s wet skin, stretching the girl’s
secretions until finally the Amazon succeeded in nestling it away from the
young blonde’s vagina and down her shapely legs. Leaving Supergirl naked except
for her red boots—the final remnants of the heroine she was and would never be
again.
With her prize in hand,
Project Zero had one last task to perform: a parting gift to the Girl of Steel.
Her penmanship was sloppy, partially due to the burns on her hand and the
dripping sweat – both Supergirl’s as well as her own – that smudged her
letters. Starting between the heroine’s sagging breasts and flowing down
vertically until the stem of the final letter pointed directly at the girl’s
grotesquely parted vagina the villainess scrolled her message in red ink:
S
L
U
T
Now, she could leave.
Turning towards the docking area, from which she had arrived, Project Zero
caught sight of the screens: a little over two minutes remained before the
prison’s security systems failed. Refusing to look back, at either the Girl of
Steel or any of the inmates, she issued her command, “Let’s go.” The Brutes
knew better than to question their master—even though the smell of Supergirl’s
sweat dripping costume, flapping in the Amazon’s hand, continued fueling their
desires.
For the remaining
prisoners, however, Supergirl still beckoned. Banging against their cells,
spewing threats towards the unconscious Maid of Might and increasingly each
other, they eagerly awaited their release.
But whether the Girl of
Steel would still be alive by then was another matter. For, the device was
already pulsating faster than before, while the hum of its motors could be
heard, even over Supergirl’s frantic thrashing and moaning, as it began to have
it’s way with her. Causing the Maid of Might to not only
squirt her secretions, but also a thicker, pastier white substance from between
her thighs.
Her bulge was also
growing beyond the narrow trench that the device had encompassed, spreading to
consume her entire belly, making her famous washboard stomach appear four
months pregnant! And it wasn’t just Supergirl’s uterus that was expanding; her
shriveled breasts were also swelling. No longer drooping sacks, they appeared
engorged—pushing her veins to the surface and stretching her nipples.
Even while unconscious
the Amazon’s words rung in the heroine’s ears, “That’s right Supergirl, this
device was made especially for you.” None of this was supposed to happen, not
to the Girl of Steel. But now, in less than a minute, all that was clear was
that either the device or her worst enemies would finish what Project Zero had
started.
THE END.