Supergirl: Fractured Steel – Part III
By: Seraoni
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Her
mind refocused, Crass, took hold of Supergirl’s right ankle and tossed her, like
a pitcher throwing a fastball, directly against a burning building. The
concrete wall the Girl of Steel impacted shattered upon impact, sending her in
and the smoke out of the warehouse.
Had
Supergirl been facing anybody else she might have considered a strategic
retreat, if only to catch her breath. But she wasn’t up against anybody else,
she was fighting Crass and had vowed never to let this woman intimidate her
ever again. Patches of soot were covering the young beauty’s face, hair and
body, smudging up her costume, especially the front where she soaked it up as
she went skidding against the floor after crashing through the wall. Slowly The
Maid of Might began to rise to her hands and knees.
She was having difficulty
breathing, not just from the physical exertion but from the smoke which was
causing her to cough between groans.
The
sexy heroine’s red cape was off to her side and her short, red skirt was
flipped up around her slender waist, exposing her raised, shapely, tight ass to
her Swedish foe. She had no idea her opponent was behind her until suffering a
crushing kick to her pussy, instantly forcing her to stand up straight upon her
knees and holler into the air in agony as her hands clutched her throbbing
cunt.
“Finally,
you’re back where you belong girl…on your knees!” proclaimed Crass, forcing the
sexy blonde to look at her by taking a firm grip on her hair. Beyond the pain
the villainess could see the hatred in Supergirl’s burning, light blue eyes.
“You’ll
never break me again!”
“We’ll
see about that!” responded the woman to the girl’s defiant remark, by bashing
her face with her right fist.
The Maid of Might yelled out, not only
from the hurt of the blow but from the brutal yanking of her hair that resulted
from her attacker holding her beautiful face in place through a fist full of
blonde tresses. The light bruise around the left corner of The Girl of Steel’s
mouth was instantly visible, but it took a few seconds for the blood to start
trickling down.
Crass
then yanked the athletic girl to her feet, releasing her fistful of sweaty,
soot filled, blonde hair, but not before gripping the heroine’s lower face in
her right hand. The villainess then raised the shorter Maid of Might onto her
tip toes and humiliatingly began inspecting the damage, squeezing the sexy
girl’s cheeks to try and increase the blood flow from the left side of her
mouth. Satisfied, the silver clad, blonde Swede began moving forwards, while
retaining her grip on the prodigious heroine’s jaw, forcing her to walk backwards
on her tip toes.
Supergirl
now gripped both her hands around her opponent’s right arm, which was forcing
her spine to arch from the extent to which her face was being held back. With a
thud the young beauty’s head and tight ass were pressed against one of the
warehouse’s concrete support pillars.
She couldn’t see her foe’s left hand but Supergirl correctly surmised
that it was about to begin pummeling her vulnerable, flat stomach.
With
lighting speed The Maid of Might lashed out, beating Crass to the punch, by
landing a blow of her own against the villainess’ equally toned midsection.
Supergirl’s first blow was weak but succeeded in getting her released. Now
firmly back on her own two feet, The Girl of Steel lashed out again at her
opponent’s abdomen. Striking hard and deep, Supergirl kept up with her foe,
step for step, as she bent her at the waist and forced her back. A
third blow absolutely rocked
Crass’ lower abs, nearly doubling her over at a ninety degree angle.
The
Maid of Might had poured what strength she could summon into her last two blows
but as she slightly leaned forward and reached for a fist full of Crass’
jawbone length blonde hair she soon discovered it hadn’t been enough. With her
arms tightly wrapped around her battered abs, both to console and prepare them
for the waves of hurt to come, the villainess snapped herself up, splicing The
Girl of Steel’s chin open with the back of her head.
The
lean, tight bodied heroine’s fortunes were further reversed by a punishing blow
to her face, reddening her left cheek and reeling her back, where had she not
encountered the concrete pillar she surely would have tumbled onto her ass. The
shouts of her opponent lifted Supergirl’s gaze; the startle from seeing her
charging foe, whose defined musculature could easily be seen through her form
fitting silver suit, only a few feet away wore of just in time for her head to
avoid the crumbling fate of the pillar.
The
agile Maid of Might quickly took advantage: delivering a pounding hook to Crass’
head just as the villainess was attempting to reacquire her. Adrenaline was
surging through the sweaty, young beauty, allowing her to follow up her attack
with a pair of left, right combinations. Each massive blow knocked the Swedish
woman’s head from side to side, bruising up her cheeks and splitting her lower
lip.
Supergirl
was getting annoyed; despite having punched Crass all the way to the far end of
the warehouse the phenomenally well conditioned woman was still standing…sort
of; in reality she was teetering but Supergirl wanted to turn her lights out.
With this thought in mind the athletic girl took a moment to draw her strength,
her tits jiggling as she breathed and coughed out smoke, before lifting Crass’
chin with her left and preparing to strike with her right. “I’m no longer that
scared 17 year old girl you humiliated Crass. You no longer intimidate me…I’ve
outgrown you! So go back to the minors where you
beloAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Too enraptured in
her own speech to notices her opponent’s closing fists, The Girl of Steel
suffered a hammering blow too her face, which sent her stumbling back. “You
arrogant bitch, I spared your life! I made you what you are today!” shouted the
villainess, unleashing another right.
Supergirl’s
head was nearly knocked off as it snapped to the side, spinning her body 180
degrees. Strength returned to her jelly legs just in time to steady her stumble
and prevent her from falling to the floor. Upon impact blood from her mouth and
sweat from her face and trailing hair sprayed into the air.
“What’s
the matter sweetie pie…playground too rough for you?” taunted the villainess as
she walked up behind the bent over heroine, secretly enjoying the contours of
the girl’s tight and shapely ass through her cape.
As
Supergirl massaged her aching jaw, with her right hand, blood dripped out of
her mouth. Instinctively her left palm maneuvered to collect the drizzle.
Incredulously the prodigious blonde stared at the gathering pool as if
hypnotized by the drops of red. Oh RAO I
can’t go on! Not after everything I’ve been through! I’m just too tired…too
sore! If I were rested then things would be different but right now she’s…she’s
just too much for me! “No!” Push
girl…you’ve got to push! Use the pain and push, mentally encouraged The
Maid of Might, reinforcing her new found resolve by clenching her left fist,
squishing the blood between her fingers and dripping it to the floor, as she
turned and swung at her opponent.
The
Girl of Steel’s fist exploded against the attractive Swede’s face, splicing
open her bruised right cheek before knocking her down onto her ass. “You
fucking little cunt!” raged the villainess, after touching her wound and
staring at her blood stained, silver clad fingers. Crass’ furry echoed
throughout the warehouse drowning out the sounds of the collapsing structure as
she pounced to her feet and lashed out at Supergirl.
However,
the athletic heroine was ready: taking hold of the woman’s powerful fist and
pulling her towards her as she turned, flipping Crass over her back. The upside
down villainess smashed into a concrete pillar, accompanying its shattered
pieces to the floor, which she impacted with her head.
The
Swedish beauty was incensed, instantly rolling her six foot frame over the
concrete rubble and onto her stomach. But as she began to lift herself off of
the floor she saw The Maid of Might jump back and take flight. At first she
thought Supergirl had decided to run, which was partially true, but as the
heroine unleashed her heat vision her jaw dropped and her eyes widened in
stunned illumination.
Supergirl
had come to accept that she was in no condition to go toe to toe with Crass.
Her pride would concede this but not retreat, so the young beauty settled on a
compromise. Upon leaping back and flying parallel to the ground the heroine
unleashed her heat vision: first upon the concrete column to her left, then
into the one on her right, before stretching out her arms in front of her head
in order to fly through a third, stripping the burning warehouse of its
remaining support structure.
Supergirl
barely escaped the tons of imploding metal and concrete. Hovering above the
dust covered ruins the sweaty and heavily breathing Maid of Might could detect
no immediate sign of Crass. She continued to search, her skirt, cape and soot
filled hair blowing about in the breeze, until suddenly being struck by a more
pressing concern: the crystal. She had completely lost track of it during the
fight but as she turned a blast of dark energy tore through her body.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
screamed the sexy, tight bodied blonde, her arms shooting out to her sides,
while her legs spread and bent at the knees. The blast was impacting her from
the back and felt as if it was burrowing through and bursting out of her chest.
Supergirl’s head was shaking from side to side as she fought to lower it. Her
screaming intensified from the horror of seeing her S covered breasts seemingly
ripped apart. The blast was attacking her molecular structure, literally
creating an expanding chasm that was threatening to tear her to pieces. RAO! This can’t be! I’m
invulnerable…this…is…impossible.
With
this last thought the attack finally ceased, plummeting the barely conscious
Supergirl to the ground. Her extremities, along with her hair, skirt and cape
flapped towards the sky as she fell. The lean, athletically toned girl’s back
took the brunt of the crash, followed a split second later by her head and then
by her limbs, which for a moment defied gravity by continuing to point up
before flopping down to join the rest of her sprawled out body.
“Wakey,
wakey Pet”
The
moaning Maid of Might was slow to respond, with only limited movement in her
hips, legs and arms. But this all changed once she managed to raise her head
and get a look at her assailant. The agape faced beauty instantly took in a
breath of fright and began scurrying to her feet, only to be knocked back down
with a flicker from her opponent’s hand.
Upon
striking The Girl of Steel’s S covered breasts the little beads burst into
eight inch thick vines that instantly wrapped themselves around the girl’s
arms, legs, waist and neck.
“You
remember my Nega Vines don’t you Supergirl? They certainly remember you!” stated
the villainess as she watched, thanks to the heroine’s raised skirt, which was
now trapped around her waist, the tip of one of the vines that was holding the
girl’s legs stroke the barely visible parting between her nether lips.
“NNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
shouted the terrified blonde, a pleading like quality filling her voice, as she
frantically tried to break her bonds. “Stop this Gisela! Stop this!
With
the movement of a finger, the sorceress raised the restrained, terrified
heroine to her feet. The wavy haired villainess, whose black locks brushed
against her bony cheeks and hugged her neck all the way to her shoulders,
slowly took the two steps required to close the distance between her and the
restrained Maid of Might, who was desperately trying to break free. The
villainess couldn’t help but be turned on by the sweaty, young blonde’s sexy
and tightly packaged body as her toned, feminine muscles strained against the
Nega Vines. The sight was made even better by the rents in Supergirl’s costume,
which allowed the white skinned, black eyed sorceress to see most of the
heroine’s washboard abs as well as parts of the girl’s perfectly, tear drop
shaped breasts. But none of this would have been what it was without the
blonde’s protesting screams and occasional pleads, as she violently shook her
head, flinging about her sweaty hair, while blood ran from her chin and left
side of her mouth, which, like her forehead, was lightly bruised.
Then
the scene got even better for the villainess, who was already playing with her
fingers in her mouth and feeling her sexy, slim body in her other hand, as
Supergirl wildly unleashed her heat vision. Initially the prodigious blonde met
with success, either slicing or ripping the vines apart but every time she
thought she was free the amputated vines would grow back. Worse still, the
vines began to counter The Girl of Steel’s efforts by pulling on her limbs.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
hollered the sweating beauty, the pain quickly putting an end to her heat
vision, leaving her aching muscles to combat the grueling tug of the vines.
“Oh!
Looks like you’ve upset them, Pet!” amused the sorceress, as the young heroine
began to feel her ligaments about to tear, forcing her to scream in heightened
agony.
“Burn
witch!” shouted the aggrieved blonde, focusing all her rage and frustration
into one powerful, continuous blast of heat vision in the hopes that taking out
the twenty something conjurer might also take care of the vines.
The
Girl of Steel’s countenance of determination in a fraction of second
transitioned to being one of shock; then fear; and lastly agony as she watched
her heat vision impact a protective magical barrier and be reflected back upon
her. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
screamed the sweaty and beleaguered blonde, falling prey to her own attack,
which struck right between her breast, burning away her S and exposing her
firm, gravity defiant tits.
The
villainess could see the humiliation on the young beauty’s face as she lifted
her drooping head, forcing the girl to raise her gaze from her bare, slightly
reddened breasts and up into her excited black eyes. “You have a lot to answer
for Pet! You can’t begin to imagine how I’ve suffered!”
Supergirl
continued to try and break free as the sorceress spoke, but astoundingly the
vines held firm. The good news was that they no longer were attempting to tear
her apart, content in keeping The Girl of Steel restrained before their
mistress. “Whatever you’ve suffered I promise
you it wasn’t enough!” countered the young heroine, feeling the tingle of warm
air against her naked, sensitive breasts. And it was to Supergirl’s perfectly
proportioned tits that the villainess now turned.
“I
remember these,” fondly recalled the raven haired beauty, clutching, then
repeatedly squeezing the sweaty heroine’s injured breasts.
“No!
Stop that! STOP!” fiercely demanded the young blonde, her tight body squirming
as she fought to get free.
“Oh,
so vigorous and firm….I wonder if the rest of you has also made such a
remarkable recovery.
“Ungh…Let
go!” shouted the startled Maid of Might, her eyes shooting open and jaw
dropping down, as her opponent took hold of her vulva.
“I
can see why you wear the costume! It must feel great to have such soft and thin
fabric rubbing against your pussy! But I’m surprised you don’t protect it a
little better. After all, one could just simply….”
“You
wouldn’t dare!” frantically interrupted The Maid of Might as she felt her foe’s
hand begin to slip under her costume.
Gisela
dared! “…slide their hand underneath, like this, and take possession of your
prized cunt. Oh yeah…it feels great! Damn girl, you actually live up to the
hype! This is the best waxing job I’ve ever felt, it’s so smooth. I can’t
detect a trace of a single hair, what’s your secret?” asked the villainess in
earnest. Naturally Supergirl didn’t answer but the truth was she had no secret,
except for her narrow trim of pubic hairs at the top of her pussy, she was
naturally, thanks to her Kryptonian genes, this way.
“NO!
LET GO! By RAO I swear I’m going to make you pay!”
“Pay!
I never pay without first sampling the goods!”
“NO!
GET OUT! GET OUT! How dare you…I’m…I’m Supergirl!
“Incredible!
Even after everything you’re still tight. I would have thought you’d be one
loose bitch after the ravaging you took.
“Stop
it! Please stop it! Gisela, I beg you!” whimpered the Girl of Steel, her sexy
toned muscles till desperately flexing in a bid to break free, as her
opponent’s index and middle finger probed her vagina.
“It’s
Queen Gisela, princess and this time your precious cunt won’t recover from the
pounding I’m going to unleash. My vines are going to fuck you so hard that
you’ll be permanently left as wide as a whore. It’ll be five times worse than
before. You remember the last time don’t you Pet?”
The Last Time: Six Months Ago In Buenos Aires, Argentina
To
the cheer of the crowds, Supergirl, beat back the Nega Vines that were
threatening to tear apart the city. These vines had caused her some grief,
yanking and contorting her body; slamming her into buildings; and so forth, but
all in all it was yet another victory for the fabulous teen. That is, until she
followed the vines back to their source: Gisela’s undergone fortress.
The
alluring sorceress awaited The Girl of Steel on her thrown, her model like body
seductively dressed, as she was now, in a loose fitting, white top, with rents
in the sleeves that fashionably revealed her elbows. Furthermore, the top was
teasingly cut to flash the slightest bit of breast before completely displaying
her flat and sexy midsection all the way down to her low lying, tightly
fitting, white skirt, which barely stretched down to conceal her vulva. Her
long legs called for attention, guiding one’s gaze from her high heels straight
up her white leggings, which lasted a few inches past her knees, where her enticing,
bare thighs were all but completely exposed by the aforementioned tight skirt.
It
goes without saying that Gisela, like Supergirl, is a natural beauty; however,
there are some very real differences between them: for one, Gisela, unlike the
teenaged Supergirl, was in her early twenties; and needed the help of her
two-inched heels to equal the heroine’s height of 5'11. Secondly, Supergirl was
a blonde, with a longer freer flowing style than Gisela, whose raven like hair,
was closely mated to her face and neck. But the real differences lie in the
physicality of the girl’s bodies, for Supergirl was obviously an athlete,
possessing a tighter, more toned figure than the sorceress, whose body was not
only less defined but lighter tanned, giving the impression that she barely, if
ever, did any physical labor. There was however one final distinction that
clearly gave The Girl of Steel an advantage: her breasts, for they were not
only larger, but more perfectly shaped than Gisela’s.
The
villainess’ advantage came in technique, for even though Supergirl had “more,”
Gisela put her attributes to better use. The Maid of Might got a sample of this
during their first meeting as the sorceress ever so slowly re-crossed her legs,
unnerving the heroine with her advances.
“Would
you like another look?” straightly inquired Gisela in her Argentine accent.
“W...what?”
replied Supergirl
“What’s
the matter Pet, never been kissed?”
“Who
are you!” demanded The Girl of Steel starting to recover her composure.
“I
am Queen Gisela; Ruler of the Nega Realm; Domina of the Mystical Arts, but you,
my lovely, can call my Highness.”
“Yeah...I
don’t think so,” responded Supergirl, shifting her weight to the right and
placing her hand on her cocked hip. This wasn’t the first time the blonde
beauty had encountered such arrogance and quickly proceeded to shut this girl
down. “Look...your ‘highness,’ I hate to burst your bubble and all, but let’s
get a few things straight: one...” said the gesticulating Supergirl; “...I’m
not a lesbian. Two, your fancy titles are nice and all but you obviously don’t
have a clue whom your dealing with. Oh, and in case you didn’t notice, I just
spliced apart your weeds so whatever you thought you were up to...it’s over
now.
“Huh!
Such defiance...I like that. I never realized you had such spirit...this is
going to be fun. You have no idea of the fate that’s about to befall you my
pet...a pity really, since I would have liked to have tasted that sensational
pussy of yours. I would have stripped you bare and rammed your cunt against
mine. I bet you’d barely have lasted... yes, I would have easily humbled you,
tiring you out before I even got started. But no matter how hard you begged I
would have kept filling you with my juices.”
Supergirl
could remember the disgust that filled her, even to this day she was surprised
she had let Gisela continue on for so long but she doubted it would have made a
difference. Perhaps, had she not been so enraged, she might have taken a second
look at the glass floor, or up at Gisela’s left hand, flipping the switch on
her throne; instead, she recklessly stepped forward, fully confident that she
was about to teach this human girl a lesson.
Beyond
anything else, what stood out in The Maid of Might’s mind, more than the
helplessness and desperation that consumed her as she was pulled down and
swallowed by the floor, was the humiliation of being stripped naked; for, with
a snap of her fingers Gisela had suddenly taken possession of her costume.
Supergirl
instantly felt an unfamiliar, and uncomfortable, breeze but didn’t immediately
realize what had happened “Uh...my costume! Give it back! Give it back!” she
vehemently protested as the sorceress enjoyed the feel of the smooth fabric.
But
The Girl of Steel had more pressing concerns, as the cold and gooey gel, it
could no longer be called a floor, began to splash against her vulva. Worse
yet, was the uncomfortable manner by which the gel began rhythmically pressing
against her cunt and inner thighs, as if trying to stimulate her. Supergirl’s
heat vision had little effect other than to produce a bit of steam and slightly
warm the freezing goo. Her arms quickly became, trapped, after a desperate and
futile attempt to try and protect the sanctity of her vagina.
Moments
later the Maid of Might’s breasts were in the gel’s possession leaving the
disturbed and violated Maid of Might with little recourse but to stare up at
her opponent, through crying eyes, and with a whining voice beg for her to
stop. But what she saw not only enraged her but added to her sense of
humiliation: Gisela was holding her costume by the narrow strap that went
between her legs, enjoying the sweet aroma of her precious pussy by taking long
and deep breaths.
“Oh
enough already! This can’t be the first time you’ve been felt up a little!?”
exasperated the sorceress in response to the heroine’s relentless pleading.
“Enjoy it while you can my pet, for this is just the beginning!” proclaimed
Gisela before ramming her heel into Supergirl’s crying face and pushing her down
the rest of the way.
No
doubt, the traumatic nature of these events were the reason the memory of what
transpired was, even after six months, still so vivid in Supergirl’s memory.
The near drowning experience of being trapped under the glass floor and swallowing
the thick, clear colored gel unquestionable played its part in this.
At
first, Supergirl, kept sinking down into the slush, the image of Gisela walking
over head getting smaller and smaller as she faded into the void. But then she
was suddenly gushed back up, and positioned so that the front of her body was
flatly pressing against the floor from beneath.
The
thickness of the gel hampered and slowed The Maid of Might’s movements;
regardless, she desperately kept banging away at the floor with her fists and
forearms. As her air situation became even more critical and she began to
swallow some of the gel, she unleashed her heat vision but nothing she did had
any affect upon the glass.
“You’re
exactly where you belong Supergirl: at my feet!” declared Gisela as she paced
about and admired the athletic blonde’s tight and toned body. “Damn you’re hot!
I’ve never seen such perfect definition! You obviously work hard to keep
yourself fit! It’s really too bad we couldn’t get better
acquainted, but at least I’ll
always have your costume to remind me of our little encounter,” remarked the
sorceress, transporting Supergirl’s costume, with a flick of her wrist, over to
her throne, where it was left suspended as if being invisibly worn.
“Tell
me...,” casually continued Gisela as she spread her legs and gave Supergirl a
perfect view of her white thong; “...does it hurt having your titties flattened
against the glass like that? I imagine the pain must be excruciating? What’s
that, I couldn’t quite hear you; you’ll have to speak up?” teased the
villainess as she watched Supergirl’s body begin to spas; for there was now
simply too much gel in her lungs for her to breath. Remarkably, as the sparkle
in the blonde’s light, blue eyes began to fade and her mind emptied of all
thought, she continued, with what strength was left, moving her left fist
towards the glass.
“Such
heroic nonsense!” declared Gisela, who, with the slightest flicker from her
hand cleansed Supergirl’s lungs of the gel and filled them with air. “Relax,
Pet...,” said the sorceress as she looked down upon the naked, gasping heroine;
“... it does me no good to kill you until after my Nega Plant has taken what it
requires from you.
Supergirl,
still panting for air, turned her head back to follow the villainess’ stare.
The empty void that had nearly consumed her was gone, replaced by a room
littered with, naked, young women, blood mixed with cum oozing out of their
horrendously stretched vaginas, the damage from having been so brutally
penetrated extending into their lower abdomens and unnaturally parted legs;
while their breasts appeared shriveled and flat against their bodies.
The
young heroine turned away in disgust, vomit spewing out of her mouth and
instantly encapsulated by the gel, which continued to molest her body. Even
today, The Maid of Might can’t explain why she sought a second look, but as
soon as she did, she wished she hadn’t. For this time she saw the Nega Plant
itself, or more precisely an exposed root, that was protruding from the ground.
A mixture of terror and revulsion filled the prodigious girl from the sight of
the pulsating green root, with its three foot diameter stretched out some
thirty feet beneath her.
The
root itself was covered by a protective covering, except for a six foot long,
eye shaped opening directly at its center. This opening, particularly the
black, oil like substance that Supergirl could see swirling around inside was
soon to play an agonizing role, and Supergirl, even at that time, knew it.
“Well,
what do you think about the source of my power Supergirl? Isn’t it beautiful?
You didn’t really think I was out to destroy my beloved home town? True a few
of my sisters have had to be sacrificed but I’ve got a feeling that those
lovely titties of yours are going to provide all the answers. Now, I can’t
really imagine that with a body like that you’re a stranger to any of this. My
advice, just do what you always do: think of getting your nails done or that
lovely dress you’re latest boy-toy is going to buy you in order to show you
around... or whatever constitutes a thought inside that blonde brain of yours.
Basically, Pet, just remain on your back and don’t try to scream too much,
cause...well as you can see...”said Gisela in reference to the four naked,
muscular men who had just walked up and taken hold of her; “...I’m going to
have my hands full.”
And
like that, the worst forty-eight hours in Supergirl’s life had began, for the
Nega Plant, was in no mood to waste time, not when it was hungry. Without any
hint of warning the clear, thick gel suddenly splashed to the ground below. The
tentacles that restrained the wet and goo covered Supergirl’s arms and legs
before she encountered the ground were nothing like the ones that she had
fought in Buenos Aires, but were in fact akin to the ones that were currently
restraining her before Gisela; for, no matter how hard she struggled, she
couldn’t break free.
The
inability to break loose of her bonds was a completely foreign sensation to the
Girl of Steel, let alone the terror that came from having her legs forced apart
against her will. The resulting fear led her on a frantic search to see what
was happening below, while her lean, sexy muscles continued to struggle against
her restraints. However, Supergirl failed to notice the phallic shaped tentacle
until its purple head spewed its black ooze against her washboard stomach.
“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!”
blurted the attractive blonde in disgust as she watched the thick guck slowly
flow over her tight abs and begin spilling down her sides. A third, smaller
stream began making its way down her body, past her lower abs and into her
narrow trim of blonde pubic hairs, which were stained black, one by one, as the
ooze navigated the well groomed jungle, before spewing over and between her
vaginal lips, causing the girl to shutter, en route to dripping down to the
floor. Finally all that was left of the oil like substance was the pool in her
navel and the putrid stench. But this memory was nothing compared to the one of
having the purple tip rubbing against her vagina, as if testing the strength of
her defenses.
Supergirl
could still remember her frightened thoughts seconds before the gruesome
penetration: Oh RAO no! It’s...it’s huge!
I can’t let that thing inside of me! Come on girl, hold tight, no matter what
happens just keep ti..., “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” bellowed
The Girl of Steel as the tentacle, with one vicious thrust, breached her
defenses, brutally ramming her lips apart.
Tears
came streaming from Supergirl’s eyes, for that single thrust had instantly
penetrated her deeper and harder than ever before. Without any preparation her
pussy had been stretched beyond its capacity, tearing the tender lining of her
vagina, causing blood to come dripping out from her cunt.
Supergirl
could feel the building pressure from the tentacle’s imminent load but was
unable to get a shot off with her heat vision from the bulge that kept forming
in her body, from her pussy up into her lower abs, every time that the tentacle
lunged back into her. And then, all of a sudden, it was too late; the black
guck erupted into her with the force of a fire hose, sending her heat vision
harmlessly into the air as her head snapped back, while she screamed. In fact,
the tentacle was very much like a hose, for it continued to pour its dark goo,
in one continuous stream, into The Maid of Might for hours.
Part
of the young blonde’s spirit died as the oil like substance began filling up
her womb, turning her screams into a mixture of agony and defeat. She could
feel the liquid bubbling inside of her; naturally, causing her to worry about
its purpose. Oh RAO, please don’t let me
get pregnant! I don’t want to mother some demonic child. Please, I’m just a
girl! I don’t want to lose my figure; I’ve worked too hard to look like this.
Plus, I’m too young to give up my career, being Supergirl is all I have...it’s
who I am.
The
Girl of Steel had been in utter agony for over a half an hour when she learnt
that she had only just begun to suffer. Internally: the tentacle had devastated
her vagina, tearing its walls and brutalizing it to the point where she began
to lose, not just blood, but also sensation; while her cervix was being
battered by the dual combination of over penetration and powerful blasting; and
now her uterus could be added to the list, for despite the fact that it could
contain no more, the flow of black guck continued. Her womb was crammed so
tight that some of the goo was forced to back track and come gushing out of her
vagina. Furthermore, the stretching of her uterus bruised up her washboard
stomach from the inside, causing it to swell and distend out, making it appear
as if she had suddenly gained an extra twenty pounds.
It
was at this moment, when the gel covered and screaming Supergirl felt as if her
uterus was about to burst, that she began to feel the tingle in her breasts. At
first, the enlargement of her tits was arousing, stimulating the sensitive
tissue and stiffening her nipples, but as they continued to balloon, stretching
her skin tighter and tighter, revealing the web of veins beneath, pain, and
nothing but pain remained. The young blonde’s laudable breasts were now filled
with so much black goo that they appeared to be a caricature of their former
selves. Her chest, lacking the size to accommodate their
expansion, left them competing
with each other for room. Had she still been wearing her costume they would
have torn her S to pieces.
Naturally,
there was a limit too how far Supergirl’s skin could stretch, and her tits,
like her uterus and vagina were now at the point of rupture. The pressure had
to be relieved, and fortunately for The Maid of Might, unable to take very much
more and teetering on the brink of unconsciousness, it was, as a gush of black
oil came bursting from her nipples and raining back down onto her sweaty; and
gel covered body.
But
just because the pressure had been prevented from coming to a head did not mean
that Supergirl’s suffering had been lessened, for the equilibrium that had been
struck was keeping her at the very edge of her threshold. A balance that her
burning nipples, were dangerously threatening, as they struggled to eject the
thick, black liquid out of her body.
However,
it was this purified guck that the Nega Plant had been after; for, it was only
in certain, specific female species that it could find the necessary
requirements to cleanse its lifeblood. Humans met these conditions but lacked
the durability and stamina required to complete the process. Kryptonians on the
other hand, as the Nega Plant was discovering, were ideal. Moving quickly to
secure the precious spillage, by covering Supergirl’s bloated tits with its
specialized suckling cups, the Nega plant quickly came to realize that this
slender girl, who at first glance had failed to impress, could probably
sanitize its entire supply.
For
the next twenty-four hours, Supergirl remained in a semi-conscious state, her
eyes rolling up to her head, as groaning moans escaped from her saliva leaking
mouth. During this time she surpassed all expectation, not only purifying all
of the Nega Plant’s lifeblood but doing so with unparalleled efficiency.
The
horrendous damage inflicted upon the prodigious heroine’s body was irrelevant
to the Nega Plant’s calculations of keeping her alive for further
“experimentation.” But first it needed rest. Dislodging its violating member,
releasing a torrent of left over black slime as well as a stream of blood from
Supergirl’s battered and terribly deformed cunt; while simultaneously removing
the suction cups from her depleted breasts, which had been sucked of every last
ounce of nourishment, leaving them deformed and shriveled against her body; but
maintaining its hold over the girl’s extremities, leaving the ravaged heroine
hanging above it; the Nega Plant ordered Gisela to withdraw the glass floor and
bring forth the sun.
The
sunlight that entered was highly concentrated, magically altered to meet the
Nega Plant’s needs. While her master nourished, Gisela, returned
to her orgy, unaware of the
healing affect the rays were having upon The Girl of Steel, who remained
hanging by her arms and legs.
With
each passing hour, Supergirl grew stronger. The physical injuries, but not the
mental, were quickly healing. She could once again move her legs and hips without
suffering debilitating pain from her vagina; the tears in the lining had healed
and the bleeding stopped; though, her outer lips still couldn’t close, having
quite not yet regained her former tightness. Her uterus, having returned to its
former size and health, was fully healed, as was the internal bruising and
swelling that had distended her stomach, which was now once again tight and
firm; a testament to her extraordinary fitness. On the other hand, her breasts,
still severely tender, had not quite yet returned to their lively, gravity
defiant state, but they were well on their way to recovery, and a far cry from
the drained and drooping sacks they had been reduced to.
However,
what had not improved was her foul odor, but Supergirl, having been covered and
filled for so long with the putrid ooze, could no longer detect the stench.
But, she could feel the stickiness of the dried guck, gel and sweat that
permeated her body; particularly, in her hair; not just in the tangled and
knotted blonde tresses of her head but in her narrow trim of black stained
pubic hairs as well.
With
her strength returning, Supergirl began to think about escape. In many ways
these were some of the most trying moments of the entire ordeal for the young
blonde: for the same recovery that allowed her to entertain these thoughts,
also brought painful, hampering, memories of what exactly awaited her if she
should fail.
But
Supergirl, by nature, was not a timid girl, lacking the temperament, especially
after everything she had endured, to continue playing possum; bidding her time
to escape until she was more fully healed. Plus, there was the ever present
danger that Gisela might, at any moment, restore the glass floor, an obstacle
The Maid of Might had already failed to overcome.
With
a ferocious yell, the prodigious blonde, directed all of her strength into one
concentrated burst of speed that would, hopefully, break her free from the Nega
Plant’s restraints and away to freedom. Partial success with the first
instantly put the second into jeopardy. But the very fear that temporarily
disheartened, and very nearly caused The Girl of Steel to soil herself, became
the very instrument that propelled her, pushing her onwards; forcing the
tentacle still wrapped around her left ankle to stretch.
The
athletic beauty managed to get back up to Gisela’s throne room, but not out;
the Nega Plant was no longer a victim of surprise and a battle of
attrition quickly ensued. A
battle, that Supergirl realized she was destined to lose, as she saw a swarm of
tentacles approaching from below. The naked, straining heroine did her best to
beat them back with her heat vision, but there were simply just too many and
soon she had a second tentacle clutching her left leg, around her upper thigh;
another encircled around her waist; a third coiled around her left breast and a
fourth wrapped around her neck with its tip shoving itself down her throat,
denying her the ability to breath.
The
frantic, sweating heroine was, despite her continued valiant struggles, simply
overwhelmed, and would have been dragged back down to a gruesome fate had it
not been for Gisela’s blundering, but timely intervention.
The
sorceress’ blast had the desired effect of ripping through The Maid of Might’s
body, eliciting a hurt ridden scream, whose depth accurately conveyed the
torture it was inflicting. However, this torment was not shared by The Girl of
Steel alone, the Nega Plant’s tentacles also fell victim, suffering equally
from the assault; forcing them to release the fabulous, naked blonde, who then
fell to the floor inches away from the opening to the pit, her right arm and
leg hanging over the edge.
Terribly
sore and desperate for air, Supergirl, after very nearly falling into the pit,
desperately scurried away, propelling herself back by sliding on her ass. Her
legs widely parted, the young heroine, expected to see Gisela towering over her
as she lifted her gaze; instead, she saw the naked sorceress and her four
equally exposed lovers being dragged, kicking and screaming, into the pit.
Lacking
her usual grace but none of her athleticism or quickness, Supergirl, rolled up
off of her ass and lunged straight into the air, flying across the room, over
the pit, towards Gisela’s throne, where after momentarily fumbling with the switch,
she managed to flip and activate the glass floor. The fatigued blonde, even as
she heard the anguished screams from below, remained kneeling by the throne,
sucking in air, as the sweat rolled down her naked and athletic body.
Pausing
before her magically suspended costume, tears began rolling down Supergirl’s
eyes, as she relived the pain of the past couple days. Despite all of her
power, she had been violated, repeatedly raped, against her will and forced to
accept gallons upon gallons of the Nega Plant’s thick, black secretions into
her body. But that wasn’t all, for no simple combination of words could
describe what she had been made to endure.
“This
wasn’t supposed to happen! Not to me...not to me! How...I ...I mean ...I’m
Supergirl...!” quietly whimpered the young beauty, before the
grief completely overwhelmed her,
collapsing her to her knees, her ass plumbed on her ankles, while her arms
consolingly wrapped themselves around her body.
Minutes
past before Supergirl regained enough composure to stand. Wiping the tears from
her cheeks she proceeded to slip into her costume, finding none of its familiar
comfort, since the segment between her legs was too narrow to conceal her
parted cunt, while her languishing breasts failed to adequately stretch her S.
She definitely didn’t feel like a super girl, and as she walked over the glass
floor and stared down at the all too familiar horrors befalling Gisela, she
wasn’t sure she ever would again.
The
Maid of Might knew it was wrong to feel satisfaction in the reversal but
despite the ensuing horrors, she realized she couldn’t risk lowering the
magical, glass barrier. No longer able to bare witness, Supergirl abandoned
Gisela to her gruesome fate.
Upon
returning the following day, fully recovered and with her lean, sexy body once
again properly fitting and stretching out her costume, The Girl of Steel found
only ruins. The magic that had created and sustained the fortress had expired,
leading the young blonde to believe she had seen the last of the sorceress and
her perverse master.