Kid Muscle vs. Power Girl
Strat0071964
Kid Muscle vs. Power Girl
She was hunting the super-strong brat named Rafe, of Kid Muscle. Kara, the super strong, super curvy and super well-endowed heroine in the white costume with boob window and red cape, Power Girl.
The hot heroine soared through the sky, stopping in the city where the young man stayed and ran his gang of thugs. She saw a group of mid-teen brats driving some barely clad women into a sports utility vehicle. They moved them along slashing belts at them. Then slammed the door after the last of the ten were inside.
Kara neared them, “All right you young thugs,” She growled. As they glared at her, there was no fear in their eyes. Only contempt and lust.
One jerked a stubby finger top the van, in a gravel voice ordered, “Get in there with the other pieces.”
“One of you the brat called Kid Muscle?” Kara demanded.
The young man strode forward. He wore a black muscle T, and dark jeans. He had a sideways grin as he focused on her legendary boob window and slurped his tongue across his lips.
“Rafe Alexander,” he growled. “Kid Muscle and conqueror of super pusses.”
“It’s Power Puss,” another growled.
“All right punks, let those women go and surrender, don’t make me hurt you.” Kara threatened.
“I give the orders here Power Puss,” Kid Muscle said. “You obey, like all the other holes.”
Kara grabbed at him. He c aught her arm and spun the heroine around in circles. She dizzied from the speed at which he slung her. Soon, she crashed against the side of the S.U.V. and slumped down, her head spinning.
Then, Kara felt his hand come through her boob window, enlarging it. “Stop that!” She roared. Why was she feeling helpless and weak?
He laughed. Forced her window larger and pulled her breasts through it. His friends howled and clapped.
“Use Wonder Tit’s lasso!” One yelled.
“No,” The boy said. “Too easy, I want her to know I am physically stronger than she is. Though Diana’s words were still in the back of his head. You don’t have to use your powers for evil.
I won’t have any powers, Wonder Whore.
Yes, you do, you drained my powers, rather like the parasite.
He’d never thought of himself as a super before. But he was beginning to enjoy this. Her breasts were soft, ripping her costume more.
Let me go,” With both hands it seemed to take all her effort to push the young man off her. Her face wrinkled as she glared at him and shot up.
“No way Puss-puss,” the kid called as she started to rise into the sky. He grabbed her leg, swung her around again and into his mob of young friends.
They scattered as she hit the ground.
One took a switch and began beating her rear, as she lay there motionless. Soon brought to sobs by the hard blows and unable to move.
Sudden fear welled in Kara as she watched Kid Muscle stride to her, his fists clenched and a cruel grin on his lips. Grabbing her hair, he jerked her up. Then slapped her face. Pursed her cheeks with his fingers and kissed her. Next exposed his self to her, “Kiss it.” He commanded and pressed his lips onto his meat.
His arms around her, he stripped away her costume and under clothes. Clenched her hips, made her kiss up his body to his young lips.
His stiffness rose between her legs. Kara tried to get away. She stumbled back.
As the boy’s organ crept to her, Kara started scooting back. Until other hands grabbed her shoulders and stopped her. “No, no, please!” she heard herself beg. Then began sobbing, how could this be happening to her? Her of all people.
Kara squealed when he plowed into her. His lips on her massive breasts, kissing over them.
“Now, who’s the man and who obeys?” he asked.
“You’re the man, I obey,” Kara gasped as her breasts heaved against his chest.
“I hope someone got this on camera,” he growled.
“Oh, no,” she cried.
“Don’t worry, I did.” A friend called.
His hands caressed her body, he had full control over her. After finishing, he rose. Looked to a friend and nodded. The boys lined up. The next rubbed his organ between her breasts, made her kiss the tip, counting each one. “One, two,” etc.
Then the boy plowed into her.
Wrists and ankles manacled, a collar on her neck like all the others, Kara was tossed into the back of the S.U.V. The remains of her costume and cape would be placed with their souvenirs.
In sorrow, the other women looked at her. She could hear the boys discussing what to do with her. Her heart pounded.
After a while, the captives were unloaded and marched into a club. Waiting there were members of a high school football team celebrating a giant victory.
The video of Kara’s capture and rape was played on a wide-screen TV. She was grabbed by a quarterback. He pulled her closed and kissed her lips. His hands stroked over her hot body. Then he tossed her over his shoulder and carried her to a bedroom.
The young man nibbled her breasts, his hands stroked them. She grunted as his organ pounded inside her. “Oh-oh-oh-unhh.”
Spread eagle, Kara was stretched out on a podium. Her head hung as they mobbed her. Then, the video auction began.