THE DEMISE OF SUPERGIRL

By Sir Lanceherlots

Paying Kevin $50 was the worst day of Hollis Banks’ life … or at least the worst day he could remember.

The money wasn’t the issue. He had plenty of that. But it was what it signified that hurt most. He wasn’t the top dog anymore, the alpha male. Kevin was.

It had all started innocently enough. Typical male bravado leading to a bet: Who could get the most famous celebrity to suck his dick – and record on video for proof – within a month? All four guys in their group looked good, and in Hollywood, finding eligible celebs wasn’t a major issue, although getting into some of the more trendy clubs sometimes could be.

Jake nearly got the girl who played Punky Brewster to do it, but she balked at doing it on video, then kinda freaked out when he insisted. Carlos had proof with one of the girls who was on “Survivor” … but she wasn’t that well-known.

Hollis figured he had it wrapped up. When Jill Hennessey wrapped her lips around his cock, he figured he had it in the bag. Granted, she was a bit older than he preferred, and she didn’t know she was being videotaped, but Hollis figured she was the biggest celeb any of them would get. Star of “Crossing Jordan” and formerly on “Law & Order” for a few seasons, Hennessey was a solid B-level celebrity.

Then Kevin got Britney.

No one knew how he did it, or why SHE did it. Kevin was probably the least attractive of the group. Great guy, but he dressed terribly and couldn’t control himself when it came to liquor. But there it was on the screen for everyone to see: Pop icon Britney Spears, sucking Kevin’s dick, her big doe eyes looking up into the camera while she did it, then taking the cum shot right between those eyes. And he had plenty more tape just like it to prove it.

It was the first bet of this type Hollis had lost, and it stung. If it had been in any other field – sports, dancing, drinking, whatever – Hollis could have taken it. But he was THE lady-killer. He didn’t consider himself exceptionally good-looking. Women had always just seemed to gravitate to him. He always somehow knew what to say or do, and it was always the right thing. Rarely had he been turned down … and when he was, it was because she felt she had to say, “No” before she could say, “Yes.” And every woman who had turned him down eventually did say yes … to whatever he wanted. His friends all admired and envied him

So now, here they were in Kevin and Britney’s mansion, watching Britney dance naked in front of them. Hollis thought it was pathetic. Oh, Britney looked great, but it was such a waste. Kevin didn’t know how to handle something of this magnitude, and Hollis had never told his friends of the depths of depravity he would put some of his girls through … not because he necessarily wanted it, but because THEY did. Somehow, he knew they did. And he was always right. Britney was BEGGING for harsher treatment … to be humiliated on a grand stage. Hollis’ vision for her was, during a performance, in front of 100,000 people, for her to strip naked, profess she is nothing but a cum-slut and if anyone would jack off into a cup, she would drink it. And he knew she would.

But Kevin would never do that. He didn’t have the imagination or the intuition to think on that kind of level. Plus, he was more interested in making sure the pre-nup stated he was entitled to half of all her holdings … not just half of what they earned while married.

“Fuck off, Britney,” Hollis finally said, interrupting a segment of Britney’s performance where she was grinding on a pole. “We’ve got things to talk about.”

Britney looked at Kevin, but he just frowned and nodded his head towards the door. She picked up her schoolgirl outfit and left.

“Whatcha thinkin’, homes?” Kevin asked.

“I think it’s time for a new bet,” Hollis answered. “One that ups the ante a bit.”

Kevin smiled, “No can do. I ain’t about to lose my golden goose by trying to bag another celebrity. Face it, Hol, you LOST.”

Jake and Carlos joined in with Kevin and laughed, which made Hollis even madder. He regained his composure and smiled, “You’re right, Kev. And you won. But I propose a rematch. Only this time, it’s who can get the biggest celebrity to do the most degrading, humiliating thing … on tape … in one month.”

“What, sucking a dick ain’t enough for you?” Carlos asked. “Taking a cum shot right between the eyes ain’t enough? By the way, Kevin … nice shot. Anyhow, Hollis, what you got in mind?”

“Just what I said … let your imagination run wild.”

“Nope,” Kevin said. “Like I said, I’m not about to lose my money train.”

“You don’t have to,” Hollis answered. “The competition is still the biggest celebrity and, if anything, you have a head start with Britney. The rest of us will have to find someone bigger than her … if there is such a thing … THEN get her to degrade herself. You’re already halfway home.”

“Count me out,” Jake said. “Ain’t nobody bigger than Britney … at least no one I can get.”

“Me, too,” Carlos said. He turned to Kevin, “Dude, go for it … it’s in the bag. She’ll do whatever you say and Hol can’t get no one bigger than her.”

Kevin thought about it. “Before we do this, let’s make a list of who’s bigger. If there are too many, I don’t want any part of it.”

So they made the list, and it didn’t take long: Madonna, Jennifer Aniston, Angelina Jolie, Pamela Anderson, Halle Berry, the Olson twins (you had to do both since neither individually was big enough), Wonder Woman and Supergirl. Some others (Lindsey Lohan, Christina Aguilera, Beyonce, Hilary Duff, etc.) were debated, but dismissed because of Britney’s staying power. As always, Paris Hilton was off-limits since she was deemed too skanky for even their standards.

Kevin looked at the list. “Madonna is married. Aniston is married to Brad Pitt … good luck there, I think Pam Anderson is married. The Olson twins would NEVER do it. Wonder Woman? Supergirl? Yeah, right. So that leaves you with Jolie, Halle Berry and maybe Pam Anderson? OK, you’re on!”

Hollis smiled, but inside he was going crazy. He didn’t realize the list was that short. They might have missed a few people that he could argue in later, but it was a small list to be sure. “Deal,” he said, as confidently as he could.

“Oh, and Hollis? You wanted to up the ante. Let’s make it $5,000 instead of $50.”

Hollis smiled coolly, “Whatever you want.”

As they hung out the rest of the day, Hollis grew increasingly worried. How would he get in touch with one of those women … and would they degrade themselves on camera enough to beat Kevin and Britney?

CHAPTER TWO

Hollis analyzed his options and decided New York was where he needed to be. Madonna, Jennifer Aniston, Angelina, Pam and the Olson twins all either lived in New York or had homes there that they visited. Angelina and Pam were his two best options, although he wasn’t exactly in a position to write anyone off completely.

He spent a couple of nights scouting out the clubs and finding the hot spots for celebrities. Getting in would be a bit of a problem. He had few connections in New York, and the ones he had were friends of his father who wouldn’t know the first thing about getting into a trendy nightclub. So he did the next best thing.

He went back to school.

Hollis went to New York University. He visited the bookstore and bought a couple of used senior-level textbooks, then set up shop in the quad. He put on his stylish black-frame glasses and opened up a philosophy book. He scanned a few pages so, if asked, he could say just enough to sound knowledgeable. Then he turned back to the hunt.

College campuses have hundreds of beautiful women … and they’re usually more naïve about the world than women in the work force. Hollis knew to get into trendy clubs, you had better luck as a gorgeous woman. But she could bring her boyfriend in, provided he didn’t look like a troll. And even then he could get in if he was rich and tipped well. But the girl was the key.

He approached a few and talked, but they weren’t adventurous enough. He had to have someone who wouldn’t mind going to several clubs in a couple of nights. They would have preferred to stay in one spot and ogle the celebrities.

Hollis knew he would find someone … he always did. He just had to be patient.

***

Linda Danvers was bored out of her mind. Astronomy was a required course for her major, but it was tough to stay interested when you had already visited alien cultures and knew your way around the galaxy better than your professor knew his way around Manhattan.

She thought back to a conversation she had with her friends last night. They were worried about her … how she never seemed to have fun. And after her breakup with her last boyfriend, there wasn’t much of an opportunity to seek out new guys. Of course, spending a majority of your evening patrolling the city as Supergirl tends to eat into your social time. Things had been quiet in New York, for the most part, so maybe it was time to take a night off and have some fun.

When astronomy was over, Kate and Beth were waiting for Linda outside the classroom.

“So, did you think about it?” Beth asked.

“Hi to you, too,” Linda joked. “Yes, I’ve thought about it, and you can count me in.”

“Great,” Kate said. “You’re going to love it. The Dry-Mouthed Toads are the hottest band on the college scene and their lead singer is sooooo good-looking.”

“Great,” Linda replied, trying to keep from laughing at the name of the band. “I can’t wait.”

The three girls walked into the quad, talking about their plans for the evening. Beth stopped abruptly and the others stopped with her. “Who is THAT?!?”

“Who?” Linda asked.

“Over there, at the table by the tree. Who is THAT stud? I’ve never seen him before.”

All three girls looked and spotted Beth’s man. He had sandy blonde hair, a chiseled jawline and piercing gray eyes behind the black-framed glasses. He appeared to be reading a textbook. He was certainly attractive, but Linda could see he wasn’t actually reading the book. Instead, he was looking right at them. She gave a put-off look and waved to him, letting him know he was busted.

“What are you doing?!?” Beth hissed.

“He wasn’t reading a book,” Linda answered. “He was totally checking us out. Probably a perv.”

“He can be a perv with me,” Beth giggled.

Linda expected him to look away quickly after she waved to him, but instead he stood up and walked directly towards them. Kate and (especially) Beth began to get worked up. Beth asked Linda under her breath if her hair was OK and Kate adjusted her navy skirt as subtly as possible. Linda just watched him approach.

He was certainly trim and walked with a confident stride. He wore a designer light purple Oxford, sleeves rolled up to mid forearm, with a white T-shirt beneath and khaki chinos. “Boy is he cocky … and good looking, too,” she thought.

“Ladies,” he said. “I couldn’t help but notice you looking at me, so I thought I would introduce myself. My name is Hollis Banks.”

Beth and Kate smiled widely and Linda gave him the polite grin. They introduced themselves and made the requisite small talk. Hollis explained that he was trying out the quad for the first time … he usually studied in the art museum. “I’ll probably have to go back there if you three come here too often. I can’t concentrate with such beautiful women around,” he said with a smile that would melt 90 percent of the women in the world.

Kate and Beth were in the 90 percent, but Linda wasn’t. Still, she couldn’t help but be somewhat charmed by him. He seemed to say all the right things to Beth and Kate, and, while not totally ignoring Linda, made it clear she wasn’t the object of his attention.

“We’re going to hear the Dry-Mouthed Toads tonight,” Beth said. “Would you like to come?”

Hollis smiled with regret, “I can’t, Beth. I’ve got a previous engagement. But if you would like to give me your number, I’ll give you a call another time.”

Beth smiled, reached in her purse, pulled out a piece of paper and jotted her cell phone number on it. As she handed it to Hollis, he held her hand for a moment longer than necessary, looked in her eyes and said, “Thank you.”

“I guess we better be on our way,” Linda finally said. Kate was fuming that Hollis appeared to be more interested in Beth than her and Linda didn’t want ill will to fester.

Hollis nodded and shook Kate’s hand. Then he pulled her in and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Linda was shocked at his audacity, then he did the same to Beth. Finally, he turned to Linda. He leaned in, but rather than kiss her, he whispered in her ear, “Don’t let the others see.” As Hollis shook her hand, he slipped a piece of paper to her. Linda slightly nodded that she understood, then put the paper in the pocket of her pink cardigan.

“Wow!” Beth said as he walked away.

“Yes, wow!” Linda thought, wondering what he had given her … and why?

Hollis walked back to his table and sat down. He looked at his book until the girls were out of sight, waited a couple of minutes more, then packed up and left. He knew his work was done. Linda was the one he needed.

She was strong, confident and, of course, gorgeous. Her shoulder-length reddish-brown hair highlighted her face well … but it wasn’t perfect. Something was missing. Perhaps a change in hair color? Her body was perfect. She was slender, but fit. Her breasts were perfectly proportioned to her body. The only problem was her wardrobe looked too conservative – almost like she didn’t want people to notice her good looks. But that would be changed by tonight.

And, most importantly, she wanted some adventure.

CHAPTER THREE

When Kate and Beth had finally left, Linda pulled out Hollis’ note. To say she was stunned would put it mildly. It read:

“Meet me outside Crakd at 11 tonight. Dress sexy”

As she walked back to her dorm room, Linda didn’t know what to do. She had already told Beth and Kate she would go to the concert with them. And she couldn’t tell Beth that Hollis had asked her out … not after she had spent 30 minutes talking about how she hoped Hollis made love as well as he looked.

“I’m not going,” she finally said out loud, to no one in particular. But, deep down, she knew she would.

***

Later that night, the girls met up and went to The Ivy to hear the Dry-Mouthed Toads. They got there at 9:30 for the 11 p.m. show. There was already a line, but the three good-looking girls easily made their way in. The opening act was midway through their set and Kate, Beth and Linda managed to find a table and get some drinks. Linda, as the designated walker, ordered water. The girls assumed Linda either had no tolerance for alcohol or didn’t partake for religious reasons. The reality was that she was 19 and Linda didn’t want to break the law.

Throughout the evening, Linda had complained of feeling ill … like she had a stomach bug. She volunteered not to go because she said she was afraid she would ruin Kate and Beth’s fun, but they insisted on her coming. As the evening wore on, Linda kept making sure she looked ill. Finally, around 10:30, she stood up without warning and ran towards the bathroom. With her super hearing, she heard Kate say to Beth, “Maybe we should go home. Linda doesn’t look good.”

Beth replied, “Look, if she’s sick, we’ll put her in a cab and she can leave. I’m not about to miss these guys.”

Linda smiled. The bathroom, predictably, was packed with a line out the door. Linda nudged her way to the front, vowing she only had to wash her hands. She ran some water over her face, smeared her makeup a little, then ambled back to the table.

“Geez, Linda, you look terrible,” Kate said.

“I don’t feel well,” she answered, trying to sound as miserable as possible. “I’m outta here. I’m sorry, Beth, but I can’t do this.”

“No problem,” Beth replied. “Kate, you get her a cab and I’ll hold our table.”

Kate and Linda walked out of the club and, within minutes, Linda was in a cab. Kate had offered to come back to the dorm with Linda, but Linda insisted she go back in and enjoy the show. Kate promised she would moderate her drinking and take care of Beth since Linda wouldn’t be there.

When the cab was out of eyesight of the club, Linda began fixing herself up. She reapplied her eyeliner and rouge, then told the cabbie to take her to Crakd.

***

When Linda got out of the cab at 11:15, she was a vision of sexiness. Her black top was long-sleeved and form-fitting, highlighting her round breasts. She decided to wear her red Supergirl skirt, figuring it was short and sexy, and black leather boots. She carried the rest of her costume in her purse, compressed in a shoe-sized box.

Hollis watched from the shadows as Linda looked up and down the street for him. He knew she would come, but he was even more amazed by her beauty. Her long legs were bare and the short, short skirt seemed only to accentuate them more. The all-black ensemble with a red skirt was daring. It made him wonder if she wore black or red panties under it. Red was sensible … less noticeable if it flew up while dancing. Black would have been daring. None wasn’t an option … she wasn’t that kind of girl.

Hollis shook his head. He had to think clearly. Linda wasn’t the goal … the celebrities inside were. Linda was merely the ticket to get to them.

He approached her quietly, but she turned around and spotted him. Hollis smiled and said, “I’m glad you came. I didn’t know if you would.” He took her hands and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

Linda blushed. “I must admit I was surprised.”

“Why?”

“Well, you seemed much more interested in Beth and even Kate than in me,” she answered.

Hollis looked right in her eyes. “You have something they don’t have – strength. That’s sexy to me.” Linda turned away demurely and Hollis squeezed her hands. He waited until she looked back at him, then said, “Come on, let’s go in.”

Linda was breathless. What was he doing to her? She was turning to jelly, just from a few kind words. She quickly regained her composure and asked the obvious question, “How are we going to get in? Isn’t this where Madonna hangs out?”

“Among others,” Hollis replied. “A lot of celebrities come here. Maybe we’ll see some tonight.”

“But how are we going to get in?”

He glanced back at her and gently pulled her forward. “Trust me and do what I say. I’m going to put my arm around your shoulders and you put yours around my waist.” He did, and she did. “Now, I realize you don’t know me real well, but you’re going to have to pretend you are SO turned on by me. When we get to the door and he turns us away, run your leg up and down my thigh and say, ‘But Mary-Kate and Ashley told me to meet them here.’ Put a little spoiled whine in your voice”

“That’s your plan?” Linda asked skeptically.

“Trust me, if you do your job well enough, there’s no way we’re not getting in.”

True to his word, it worked like a charm. Hollis was impressed with Linda’s acting ability and she turned up the sexy charm nicely. He would love to bang her … and probably would tonight if things didn’t go well. No, he would probably need her again, so it’s best not to mix business with pleasure … at least, not yet.

Inside, Crankd was like many clubs in California: loud, bright colors, beautiful dancing people, hip-hop music. There were some New York twists, but, for the most part, it was typical. He and Linda went to the bar. He ordered a martini and asked what Linda would like.

“Water is fine,” she answered.

He looked at her closely. It unnerved her the way he studied her. It was as if he was trying to read her mind. Finally, he turned to the bartender and said, “A Screaming Orgasm for the lady.”

Linda opened her mouth. When the bartender left to fix the drinks, Linda glared at Hollis. “I said a water!”

“I know, but you need an orgasm. The drink. Well, maybe the other kind, too, but definitely the drink.”

“I don’t drink,” she said, getting embarrassed and angry at his forwardness. Who was HE to tell HER she needed an orgasm … of ANY variety?

“You should,” he said. Then he looked at her again. After a moment, he leaned in and lowered his voice. “Look, you’re strong. I know that. You’re probably always the designated driver and you don’t drink because you want to look out for your friends. And that’s good. But you don’t have to be strong tonight, and subconsciously, you know that. Otherwise, you would have stopped the bartender from getting your drink and made him get a water.” Linda mulled this over a moment when he put his hand on hers. “Trust me.”

Linda was enthralled. His calm voice, his gray eyes, his touch. She looked down and decided to tell him the truth, “I’m only 19. Drinking is against the law.”

“And you don’t drink because of that?” he said, chuckling slightly. She nodded, obviously embarrassed. “Linda, the reason it’s against the law is because the courts have decided that most people under 21 don’t have the maturity to know when enough is enough. Now, you strike me as being eminently reasonable and mature enough to know when you’ve reached your limit. Don’t you think so?”

Linda was quiet and thought about it. Hadn’t she saved the world several times? Hadn’t she made split-second decisions that could destroy cities if she was wrong? If she was mature enough to make those decisions … and expected to do so … then she should be mature enough to drink. And she knew she could say no at any time.

“You’re right,” she finally said. “And it’s not like one night will turn me into an alcoholic.”

“That’s the spirit!”

Actually, Hollis needed Linda a little tipsy so he could scan the crowd without her getting too suspicious. She was alert … she proved that by spotting him scoping them out in the quad earlier today … so he needed her guard down a little or else he’d spend the evening focusing on her rather than the task at hand.

An hour later, Linda was definitely buzzed. She put her hand on Hollis’ thigh a couple of times for a moment, then quickly removed it. She was certainly electric and Hollis was definitely attracted. But he had spotted the Olson twins enter and head upstairs to, no doubt, a VIP room. He had to get access to them, but couldn’t figure out how without totally ditching Linda.

Meanwhile, Linda had never had such fun. The alcohol tasted strong at first, but she kept tasting it and, after a while, it wasn’t bad. She noticed the effect it had on her and, quite frankly, it was nice. She wasn’t sure if it would have any effect on her Kryptonian metabolism, but it seemed to have the same effect as it did on humans. “I’ll have to file that away,” she thought.

Hollis was certainly good company. He didn’t seem as interested in her as he did earlier, but he was polite. “Maybe I’m not as sexy as he wants,” she thought.

“Come on, let’s dance,” she said, standing up quickly and pulling him up. She pulled a little hard and Hollis ended up flying out of his seat.

“Man, you’re strong,” he said, laughing a little.

Linda smiled slyly and said, “You have no idea. Come on!”

They headed to the dance floor and began dancing. Hollis was a good dancer (Kevin had given him some tips) but Linda was the star attraction. She seemed to float and had impressive flexibility. Hollis noticed her panties were blue … an odd choice, but strangely erotic. Their bodies came close and he ran his hands down her sides, grazing the outer edges of her breasts, down to her hips. They began grinding and Hollis couldn’t control his erection. When Linda felt the bulge, she didn’t pull away. She just glanced back and gave him a sexy smile.

After a few minutes, they were both worked up and Hollis decided to sit down. He had to stay in control. “You’re a good dancer,” he finally said as she sipped a Sex on the Beach.

“And you are, too,” she answered. Her words were beginning to come slower. She knew she should put the drink down – was this her fourth or fifth? – but instead she downed it.

“Whoa, easy there,” he said. Hollis couldn’t afford for her to pass out … although that would allow him to put her in a cab and free him up to pursue the Olsons. With that in mind, he didn’t resist as she grabbed his scotch and downed it, too. The scotch burned her throat, but she felt exhilarated. She was free and she wanted this man … badly. She wanted him to want her. She knew he did, but he kept resisting. More alcohol would give her courage.

“Relax, Hollish, I’m OK,” she said, her words beginning to slur. “Nothing can hurts me.”

“Well, you’re right,” he said slowly, wondering how long she’d last before passing out or puking … or both. “As long as I’m here, you’re safe.”

She smiled dreamily and effortlessly pulled his ear to her mouth. “Man, she’s strong,” he thought.

“Well, thash right,” she said slowly, “but … you see … I’m alsho Shupergirl.” With that, her head pitched forward and landed on the table. As it did, her hair shifted slightly. Hollis was stunned. Surely Supergirl couldn’t get drunk. But what was this? He gently touched her hair and tugged. It began to come off. He shifted it slightly … just enough to see the blonde hair underneath.

“Holy shit,” Hollis said. He thought for a few minutes with Linda sleeping on the table, then paid his tab, grabbed her purse and scooped her up. “She may not actually be Supergirl,” he thought, “but if she isn’t, I’ll have only wasted one night. And it’s not like the Olson twins were going to happen. But if she IS Supergirl …”

CHAPTER FOUR

Linda woke up with a start. Where was she? What happened? And why did her head hurt worse than the time she was decked by Luthor’s 1,000-kiloton blaster?

She looked around and deduced she was in a hotel of some sort. Hollis! She took note of her clothes and found she was fully dressed. Her purse was on the chair next to the bed. With her X-ray vision, she saw Hollis sleeping on the sofa in the other room. “What a gentleman!” she thought.

Linda quietly got up and went to the bathroom. “Man, my head hurts,” she thought. “This must be what Beth and Kate say when they talk about hangovers.” She ran some water and washed her face. She opted for a shower and, afterwards, felt a little better. She got dressed again and exited. She hoped to slip out of the suite without waking Hollis, but when she walked into the living room, he was sitting up.

“Heard the shower going and figured you were awake,” he said. “I took the liberty of ordering some breakfast. It’ll be here in a minute.”

“Wait a minute,” Linda said. “You LIVE here? I thought you were a student?”

Hollis smiled. He had anticipated this question. “No, I’m sorry I lied to you, but you caught me looking at you yesterday and I had to say something. I’m originally from California and my ex-girlfriend is here in New York. I wanted to surprise her by showing up. I figured the quad was the best place to look for her since she mentioned it often. I couldn’t just sit there, looking around, or people would think I was some kind of pervert. So I bought a couple of books to fit in. And you caught me.”

The story seemed to make sense to Linda, but there was something odd. “So what happened? Did you see her?”

“Just after you left. She’s involved with someone else. Had she not been, I’m not sure what I would have done. You’re awfully fetching!” He smiled warmly at her, and Linda blushed involuntarily.

“So you asked me out, even though you hoped to get back with your ex?”

Hollis smiled shyly and looked away. It was the first sign of humility or embarrassment she had seen from him, but she didn’t realize it was carefully orchestrated for her benefit. “Guilty as charged. I hope you’re not mad. I think we had a great time.”

Linda scowled at him, then smiled. “It’s OK. I had to use a little deception with Kate and Beth to see you.”

Hollis laughed and there was a knock on the door. Room service had arrived. As Linda and Hollis ate the eggs and toast, he brought up the subject he had been dying to bring up ever since last night.

“So, Linda, are you REALLY Supergirl?”

Linda froze for an instant, then, without looking at him, laughed a tad nervously and said, “Why would you ask such a question? Of course I’m not.”

“Well, last night, you told me you were.”

Linda looked at him quickly, fear in her eyes. “What do you mean? What did I say?”

Hollis gauged her reaction. She was really Supergirl. Anyone else would have laughed or blown it off or said, “Man, I must have been REALLY drunk.” Linda’s first reaction was to find out if she gave away too much. No doubt she was trying to replay the entire evening of conversation in her mind.

“You said nothing could hurt you because you’re Supergirl.”

Linda laughed a little too heartily. “Man, I must have REALLY been drunk,” she said, watching to see if Hollis bought it. “I mean, me? Supergirl? Come on! I don’t even have the right hair color. Plus, I bet Supergirl was out saving the world or something. I’m having problems waking up. Supergirl? Yeah, right.”

Hollis was silent.

Linda turned serious. “Look, Hollis, I want to thank you for last night. I had a really fun time and I’m sorry I got so drunk. But surely you know not to listen to someone under the influence. They say crazy things that don’t make sense. Like me. I’m not Supergirl. I also want to thank you for bringing me here and not … taking advantage of the situation. You’re a gentleman and I appreciate that.”

Linda offered her hand for Hollis to shake. He slowly took it, then pulled her to him. He kissed her deeply, his tongue probing her mouth. Linda was initially surprised, then responded. She was still attracted to him and this sudden aggressiveness was intoxicating.

Just as suddenly as he kissed her, he stopped and pulled away. He looked at her hard, then spoke with a calm, deliberate voice … the kind a teacher uses when trying to get a lesson across.

“Remember last night how I said you were strong?” Linda nodded. “You ARE strong. You’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever met. But I see in you someone who needs someone … someone who needs a strong person to come to when things are tough. Someone you trust to take care of you when you don’t feel strong.” Linda didn’t realize she was slightly nodding, agreeing with his statements.

Hollis pressed on: “I can be that person for you. I know what you need because I know you. I can’t explain to you how, but I do. I’m offering you a gift … me. I’ll be your strength, the place you come to when you need to not be strong. But you have to offer me something … you. Only you can offer it. I won’t take it. I could have last night, but I have shown you I won’t. Do you want that, Linda?”

Linda looked down. She was crying. Everything he said made sense. She WAS the strong one. Everyone looked to her. It was too much. She was still only a 19-year-old. Why couldn’t she be free sometimes? Superman had Lois he could turn to. Wonder Woman flew to Paradise Island. Batgirl had her father. Who did she have?

“Linda?” The question shook her out of her thoughts. She slowly looked up and Hollis and said one word.

“Yes.”

Hollis hugged her and wiped her tears away with kisses. He kissed her again fully on the lips, then slowly pulled away again. Now the second part had to be put into place.

“That’s wonderful, Linda, but we need to go over a few things. Are you listening?” She nodded. “First, you have to tell me the truth. Always. If I find out you’re lying, I walk away. Secondly, you do whatever I say. If you’re going to give up your strength, you have to give it up totally. Totally. No questions asked. It may seem like I’m asking for a lot – I am – but, remember, you’re always in control. If you don’t want to do something, you can walk away. There are consequences to your actions, though. Do you understand?”

Linda heard everything and began to have doubts. Could she do it? Could she willingly put herself completely at someone else’s mercy? She looked at Hollis. What did she really know about him? He blew into her life, now he wanted to have total control? Linda began to have doubts.

Hollis sensed it. He knew he would have to push harder. “Linda, no one is meant to go through life alone. It will drive you crazy and you’ll lose yourself. Your entire identity will be what everyone else tells you it is. You need to find who Linda is. Allow me to help you do that.”

He took her hand and put it to his chest. He pulled her closer and hugged her as she cried. Hollis somehow knew he had struck a nerve and waited for the tears to subside. As she sniffled and pulled away, he handed her a tissue.

“So?” he asked.

Linda paused, then decided. “OK,” she said quietly. “We’ll try it.”

“This isn’t a casserole that you try,” Hollis said. “Either you do it or not. And I need a commitment, because I’m committed all the way.”

Linda looked at him, then said, “I’ll try. It’s the best I’ve got.”

Hollis knew he had her. Now for the final piece. “OK, fair enough. First things first: Linda Danvers, are you really Supergirl?”

Linda teared up again. How could he ask her that? Anything but THAT! Finally, she shook her head. “No,” she whimpered.

Hollis looked at her and said nothing. He stood up, straightened his shirt, then said, “This isn’t going to work. You can’t even be honest. I’m leaving and expect you to be gone by the time I get back.”

As Hollis exited, Linda broke down in tears.

CHAPTER FIVE

Linda somehow managed to get through her classes. Before going, though, she changed into some sweats. She didn’t hear a word of any lecture, though. Her entire day was spent thinking about Hollis. How could she have done that? She NEEDED him. She couldn’t explain why, but she did. Could she win him back? No, he said it was final. Linda did nothing but despair that she had thrown away her one shot at true happiness, all because she couldn’t trust him – one of the most trustworthy, gentlemanly men she had ever met – with her one big secret.

As she went back to the dorm, she couldn’t bring herself to think about sitting in the lonely room. So she went to Beth and Kate’s room instead. Maybe being with friends would cheer her up.

All three girls had an open door policy. If it was unlocked, you could enter at will. It took a while for Linda to get used to, but she finally did. As she entered their room, she was greeted by an unexpected sight: Hollis was behind Beth, pulling her long blonde hair, causing her head to tilt backwards as he fucked her from behind. Linda gasped and tried to leave, but Hollis saw her.

“Linda, come in,” he said as he dropped Beth on the bed.

Beth glared up at him and quickly said, “No, we’re busy.”

Hollis looked at her sharply and said, “Linda’s a good friend of yours. She looks like she’s had a bad day. Fun can wait.”

“No, I’m sorry,” Linda said, trying not to show she was crying. “I’ll talk to you later, Beth.”

“Linda, look at me,” Hollis said in a commanding voice. Slowly, Linda turned to him. She saw his penis … a good seven inches and it wasn’t fully erect … blushed, then looked at his eyes. “Come in and sit down.”

To Beth’s disappointment, Linda took a seat far away from the bed. She sighed her frustration but Hollis ignored it. “Do you want to talk about what’s bothering you?”

Linda glared at him through teary eyes, then muttered, “No.”

“Well, Beth, I think we need to do something to cheer Linda up, then,” he said. He looked at Beth, who was burning with anger. He leaned in and kissed her. She tried to pull away and said, “Linda’s here!”

“I know that,” Hollis said patiently. “Perhaps if she saw two people making love, she would forget her problems and realize how small they are in comparison.”

“I don’t think that will help,” Linda said as she started to get up.

“Sit down!” Hollis commanded. Linda quickly obeyed. He turned back to Beth. “Beth, do you find Linda attractive?”

“This is getting weird,” Beth said.

Hollis ignored her. “Beth, look at me. Do you find Linda attractive?”

“Yeah, I guess,” Beth said.

Hollis pulled the sheet away from Beth, exposing her nude body to Linda. Beth gasped and tried to cover herself with her hands. She had a nice body … a little plumper than Linda’s, but still sexy. Her pubic hair was totally shaved off and her nipples were large and dark.

“Linda, do you find Beth attractive?”

“Yes, she’s a pretty girl,” Linda answered, trying to stop crying.

“And do you find me attractive, Linda?” Hollis asked, standing up, showing her his nude body. Linda just nodded.

“Beauty is a wonderful thing. And sex is the most amazing thing ever. Two people … sometimes more, but usually two … get together and connect for a period of time.” He took Beth’s hand and guided it to his penis. She dutifully began stroking it. He worked a hand between her thighs and reciprocated while talking. “To lose yourself in someone else, even if it’s for just a moment, can be blissful.”

Beth’s breathing began picking up and Hollis broke his monologue for a moment to turn to her. “It’s OK, Beth. You can stop and lose yourself. We’ll take care of me in a few minutes.” Beth took her hand away from his penis, now a good nine inches and still not totally erect, and put her hand on her chest. Hollis continued stroking her clit.

Linda, meanwhile, was mesmerized. She had never seen anything like it, and she had to admit she was getting incredibly turned on.

Hollis continued: “But you have to recognize the opportunities when they present themselves, for really, really good ones are few and far between.” Beth’s breathing increased. “For, to lose yourself in someone else is one thing, but to lose someone else out of fear …” Beth was on the brink and Hollis pulled his hand away. “… is simply a shame,” he said.

“Please, Hollis, fuck me,” Beth pleaded. Linda realized Beth didn’t even remember she was in the room. All she wanted was him. “Now, Hollis … NOW!”

Hollis watched Linda for a moment, then quickly pulled Beth around. He lifted her up, flipped her over and told her, “Look at Linda and I’ll fuck you.” Beth nodded and looked right at Linda. She saw the look of bliss pass over Beth’s face as Hollis penetrated her. Linda wanted to get up and leave, but she couldn’t. She was frozen to the chair. She looked at Hollis, who was staring at her with a slight grin. She looked at Beth, who was staring at her, but with a blissful, glazed look in her eye. Linda watched as Beth closed her eyes and shuddered, the orgasm hitting her quickly and powerfully. She finally collapsed forward.

Linda stared as Hollis withdrew. He was still hard. He hadn’t cum. Beth glanced back and muttered, “I’m sorry” but it was obvious she was incapable of doing anything for a few minutes.

Hollis said nothing and walked in front of Linda. He stood with his erect penis three inches in front of her face. “Look at me,” he said softly. Linda slowly looked up. “Are you wet?”

Linda blushed and looked down. “Yes,” she whispered.

“Do you want me?”

She looked back up and said, “Yes.”

“Reach into your sweatpants, put two fingers inside of you, pull them out and let me smell.”

Linda slowly moved a hand under the elastic of her sweatpants and panties and slipped two fingers inside of herself. She closed her eyes and shuddered. God, she was turned on. She rubbed for a moment then pulled her fingers out. She held them up. Hollis took her hand, sniffed them and smiled. “You are wet.” Linda blushed. “Now, Linda, here’s what you’re going to do. You are going to masturbate until you reach an orgasm while I finish fucking Beth. If you do that, I’ll agree to see you tonight and forget about your lie earlier today. The same conditions we talked about earlier apply. Do you want that?”

“Yes,” Linda sighed. Finally, she smiled.

Hollis turned around and pulled Beth up. He slid his cock back inside of her and she moaned. Hollis looked at Linda. She had her hand stuffed down her pants and was humping it. He pumped harder into Beth, getting turned on watching Linda … thinking about what he would do to her and what she would do for him.

Linda came hard, nearly falling off the chair. Beth came again and nearly passed out. Hollis finally came, pumping his seed into Beth.

Slowly, he got dressed. Linda pulled herself together and fixed her attire. She approached him, but he looked hard at her. As he put on his shoes and headed for the door, he turned to her and said one thing:

“Dress appropriately.”

CHAPTER SIX

Linda racked her brain, wondering exactly what he meant. Finally, it dawned on her. So at 9 p.m. sharp, Supergirl descended onto Hollis Banks’ outdoor patio and knocked on the glass door.

She breathed deeply. She was more scared than she had ever been. What would he do to her? What would he expect from her? Could she do it? She didn’t know.

Hollis opened pulled back the curtains and opened the door. “Supergirl! So nice of you to come. Please, come in.”

“Hello, Hollis,” Supergirl answered. In costume, she felt braver and more confident facing him. After all, she was Supergirl. He offered her some champagne “to celebrate the occasion,” he said. She thought about declining, then decided to take it. Just one glass.

Hollis asked a lot of questions about her day. He loved watching the Maid of Might squirm from the anticipation. Finally, after a half-hour of small talk about heroic deeds he had read about, Hollis decided to move forward.

“So, Supergirl, are you here for business or pleasure?”

Supergirl looked down. She wasn’t sure how to answer, then remembered he expected her to be honest. “Pleasure,” she said.

“I see,” Hollis said. He rubbed his chin, obviously enjoying his position of power. “Well, we can take care of that. But first, I have a few questions. First, what’s your name when you’re not Supergirl?”

Supergirl looked at him, hung her head and answered, “Linda Danvers.”

“So, you lied to me TWICE today?”

Supergirl nodded her head.

“And what do I expect from you?”

“Honesty.”

“That’s right,” Hollis said. “Total and complete honesty. So what should we do about this?”

Supergirl shrugged. She had no idea where he was heading. “We could have sex,” she finally said.

Hollis laughed. And while there was nothing he wanted to do more than fuck her, he had to manage her. Supergirl wasn’t a ditzy actress. If she was going to be broken, he had to do it slowly.

“Fucking you – and, yes, it would be fucking … not making love or having sex, but fucking – fucking you is a REWARD. How can I punish you with a reward?”

Supergirl grimaced. She didn’t like the foul language, but she knew he was right. “I don’t know,” she finally whispered.

“I do, and you’re going to like it,” he said. There was a knock on the door and Supergirl jumped. Hollis just smiled. “Ahh, there she is now.”

Hollis got up and went to the door. When he came back, he had been joined by a 40-year-old woman dressed like a cheap hooker. She had red hair that was one shade away from being clownish. As it was, she was barely OK. Her face was a tad leathery and it was obvious she had seen better days. She was dressed in a short leopard-print dress with fishnet hose. She wasn’t very attractive, but she had a large chest and had a certain appeal if you were a businessman looking for a quickie.

“Desire, this is Supergirl. Supergirl, this is Desire.”

Desire laughed. “Shit, that’s a good costume, sweetie. You actually look like her.” Supergirl blushed a deep crimson.

Hollis stepped in. “Desire, honey, this is really Supergirl. Supergirl, why don’t you fly a bit to show Desire you’re the real thing.

Supergirl hated the ostentatious display of her powers, but she flew around the room, then lifted the heaviest item in the room and flew with it, too. Desire began to look worried.

“This isn’t a sting, is it? Because I haven’t done nothing wrong. I haven’t taken any money or nothing.”

“No, no,” Hollis said. “Nothing like that. Supergirl and I are an item and we need your help for something. If you’ll just go in the bedroom and wait for a second, I’ll be in in a moment.”

Desire looked at Supergirl the whole time she walked to the bedroom, then closed the door.

“What is going on?!?” Supergirl asked, her anger rising. “Who is SHE and what is she doing here?”

Hollis smiled. “No questions. When you come here, you do what I say. Remember? Look, you think I don’t want to fuck you? Well, you have to EARN that trust. You’ve lied to me twice today. So to earn it back, you have to do some things for me. First, when we go in there, you are going to tell her how you love to watch … that you can’t get aroused without watching. Then, you’re going to direct us. You’re going to tell us what you want us to do. Then you’re going to masturbate while we do it. The one condition is that you can’t ask Desire or me to be blindfolded and I will not be tied up or touch you. If you want Desire to be tied up or touch you, that’s OK, but I won’t. When you cum, tell us. As soon as you orgasm, pull off your panties and give them to Desire. Thank her and tell her they’re a gift. She keeps them.”

“But, that’s embarrassing,” Supergirl said. “She’s going to think I’m some kind of deviant. And I’ll have to fly home naked.”

“You should have thought about that before you lied to me. And I imagine you’ve got other panties at the dorm. You’ll figure something out. Now, give me a second to go in and talk to her. I’ll tell you when to come in.”

Hollis walked in the bedroom and closed the door. Supergirl was nervous. What had she gotten herself into? Was there any way out? She quickly drank another glass of champagne then entered the room when Hollis called for her.

The bedroom was quite different from this morning when she woke up. It was dimly lit and there were videocameras around the bed. A chair was set up out of camera range and Supergirl walked to it.

Desire looked at her, then back at Hollis, who had his T-shirt off and was rubbing her back. “I don’t know what’s going on here,” she said.

Supergirl smiled as best she could. “It’s OK. Look, we’re going to do a little roleplaying. I like to watch. I can’t get turned on unless I’m watching. So what I’m going to do is tell you what to do … and we’ll see what happens. OK?”

Hollis smiled. She remembered what to do. But Desire looked at her funny, “What’s with the cameras? I don’t want to do nothing illegal.”

Hollis jumped in. “It’s only illegal if you’re paid on-camera. That would be prostitution.”

Desire thought about it, nodded, then said, “OK, let’s go!”

Hollis and Desire looked at Supergirl expectantly. Finally, she realized they were waiting for her to give them directions. “Uhhh, OK, Desire … start kissing Hollis.”

“Uh, uh,” she replied. “No kissing on the mouth. House rules.”

“Oh, OK … uhhhhh … kiss his chest then.” Hollis leaned in and started planting soft kisses on Hollis’ chest. She worked from his nipples down to his belly button then down further. Hollis closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation.

“OK, Desire, take off your dress. And Hollis, take off your pants.” The two did as instructed. Desire had on a black lace bra and black thong panties that only served to highlight her wide ass. Hollis, meanwhile, had on black boxer briefs that showed off his bulge. “OK, now … do it.”

“Do what?” Desire asked.

“Have sex,” Supergirl responded. This was not going well.

Desire laughed. “What? Fuck?”

“Sure,” Surpergirl answered.

“Say it. Tell me what you want me to do to her,” Hollis said.

Supergirl looked him in the eye. For the first time since she had arrived, she felt the electric thrill she felt from him. “Fuck her, Hollis. Fuck her hard.”

Hollis had picked Desire for one reason … she was a veteran. She wasn’t some rookie who would melt away after one fucking. He knew she could go all night, even with him. He tried different positions, always making sure he could look at Supergirl and see her. She paced herself this time, watching him. After 30 minutes, Desire had her first orgasm … no small feat. She even told him she hadn’t come with a john in nearly a decade. Supergirl was holding out, but she was sweating and breathing heavily.

“Did … did you cum?” she asked Hollis.

“Nope,” he replied as Desire stroked him. “You?”

“Uhhhhh … not yet,” Supergirl answered.

“So, what now?”

Supergirl was frustrated. She was close, but she wanted Hollis in HER … not a hooker. “Fuck me, Hollis. Fuck ME.”

“You know that’s not possible,” he answered. Desire looked at him as if he were crazy for passing up Supergirl, but figured it was his money. Hollis and Supergirl stared at each other for a half-minute. Then he stood up and turned a camera on her. Supergirl froze. Here she was, the Maid of Might, with her hand in her panties, fingering herself in a hotel room.

“Take off your cape,” Hollis ordered. Supergirl reached back and removed it. “Take off your panties,” he said. She slid them off. “Now, if Desire brings you to orgasm with her mouth, I’ll consider letting you touch me. But you have to ask Desire. First, though, pay her for doing her job well. My wallet is behind you.”

Unthinking, Supergirl reached back, grabbed the wallet and peeled off $200. As Desire took the money, Supergirl realized that, technically, she had just paid for the hooker. But the thought quickly went away, replaced by the battle going on between her body and her brain. She wanted Hollis badly, but she didn’t want the embarrassment of asking a whore to get her off. Finally, her body won out. “Desire, would you please eat my pussy? Please?”

Desire couldn’t believe it. Here she was, a hooker on her last legs, and she was going to taste Supergirl’s snatch?!? She knelt between the heroine’s legs, lifted her skirt, and moved her mouth in. Her tongue moved in and out of Supergirl, tasting her sweet honey and obviously stimulating the superheroine. Supergirl watched her for a moment, then looked up and saw Hollis using her cape to stroke his cock. For some reason, that excited her even more.

Desire switched positions and Supergirl nearly came right then. But she didn’t and the whore resumed her rhythm. It was as if she wanted to keep Supergirl on the brink and not give her release. Supergirl glanced up and saw the camera was on and had a moment of fear, but ignored it when Desire rode her tongue up and touched her special spot again.

“Are you close?” Hollis asked.

“Y-y-yessss,” Supergirl moaned.

“Ask me to come. Say, ‘May I come?’”

“Hollis, m-may … uhhhhh … may I come? Please? May I come?”

Hollis looked her in the eye and said, “OK, Desire.”

Desire moved again and Supergirl exploded. She had never felt anything like it. She clamped her thighs around the hooker’s head and squeezed. Desire began flailing about, but Supergirl quickly released her and she fell back. The orgasm rolled through the heroine, though, and she cried with relief.

Hollis picked up Supergirl’s panties and began wiping her vagina with them. They were moist when he put them in Supergirl’s hand. “What … what’s this?” she asked, somewhat breathless.

“Don’t you have something to give to Desire?”

Supergirl remembered and became embarrassed again. It seemed silly to her to be embarrassed now. After all, this woman had just had her head in my pussy, now I’m ashamed to give her some panties? “Desire, here are my panties. This is my gift to you, as a token of my appreciation. Thank you.”

Desire took them, but seemed a little puzzled by what to do with them. Finally, she put them in the purse, shrugged her shoulders and said, “Call if you need anything ever again. This was fun … except for the part where I nearly suffocated.” And she left the room.

When the whore had left the suite, Supergirl turned to Hollis and purred, “Now, what was that about touching you?” She moved towards him but he stepped back.

“I’ve already cum. Here,” he unfurled her cape and there was a big sticky wet spot on the “S.” “Come back tomorrow and we’ll discuss how and when you’ll touch me.”

“But … but you said …”

“I said I’d ‘consider’ letting you touch me. And I didn’t say when. Now, put on your cape and I’ll see you tomorrow. Oh, and don’t change your costume tonight. You are to go with no panties and a cum-stained cape. And if anyone asks you what the stain is, you are to be honest. If someone asks why you aren’t wearing panties, you’re to tell them that you gave them to a whore after she ate you out. Understand?”

Supergirl didn’t know what to say. She nodded, took her cape and put it on. There was no hiding the spot. She could only hope it would dry quickly and no one would notice. And she still didn’t have her panties. It would be an interesting night on patrol.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Fortunately, not much happened on patrol that evening and Supergirl didn’t have to explain anything. The next evening, Hollis was a perfect gentleman and they enjoyed a wonderful meal. He told her he was still considering letting her touch him, but hadn’t decided when. They kissed passionately and she found herself falling more and more under his spell.

Hollis, meanwhile, was working towards something bigger. He had to get her to humiliate herself. The camera and the whore yesterday showed she could work on camera, but he needed more. After all, who knew what Kevin and Britney would come up with?

Time passed, and Hollis was still managing to hold out. Supergirl was increasingly obeying his commands without argument. She gave a criminal a blow job and brought his semen back for Hollis. She showed her breasts to a police officer. She even fucked a drug dealer with Hollis watching because he told her to. All of these were small potatoes, though. No one would believe a criminal’s claim that they had fucked Supergirl. Hollis had something bigger in mind, but he had to figure out how to make it work.

Finally, Hollis figured it out. So with less than a week remaining in the contest, he made a call.

***

Supergirl was surprised Hollis had asked her to meet him in Chicago, and the address was even more perplexing. It was a deserted office building. As she entered, she noticed several cameras set up. All were connected to a computer. She grinned. “We’re going to make another movie,” she thought.

Hollis was sitting in a chair by the bed. He motioned for her to join him.

“Supergirl, we’ve been through a lot this past month, and your trust has meant the world to me,” he said. “As a token of appreciation, I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes.”

She did. She felt him slip a necklace over her head, then heard a click. Instantly, she felt weak. It could only be one thing.

Kryptonite.

She opened her eyes and looked. “What’s going on? What are you doing, Hollis?” she asked. Hollis smiled and took her hands. He pulled her back on the bed and handcuffed her hands to the frame. Supergirl squirmed as the kryptonite drained her.

“All part of the plan,” he simply said.

“But … but where did you get it?” Supergirl whined.

“From me,” another voice answered. Stepping out of the shadows was Lex Luthor, wearing a gray striped suit. “I provided him with it on a couple of conditions. First was that I be present. Second is that I study him. You see, young Hollis here is a superbeing, too. Somehow, his body naturally produces phermones at a massive level. This explains how women are drawn to him. Add in a minor level of telepathy that he has turned to his advantage and he knows just what a girl wants. I must admit, I never suspected you to be a closet submissive, although it does make some sense now.”

Supergirl would have been furious if she weren’t in such pain. Luthor moved to the headboard and slipped something around Supergirl’s wrist. “This is a monitor that will let us know if she’s had too much kryptonite or if her powers are about to return,” Luthor explained. “It’s tied into the necklace, so the lead lining automatically close if she gets too weak and open before she gets too strong. That means she’s good to go.”

Hollis smiled. He was going to enjoy this. After a few more preparations, he slipped on a black mask that covered his eyes, looked into one camera and began:

“Good evening, everyone. My name is not important, but my message is. Behind me,” he moved out of the way so everyone could see Supergirl writhing on the bed. “Behind me is the one and only Supergirl. Yes, this is the real deal, not a body double. Watch.” He pulled out a gun just as Supergirl snapped the handcuffs and sat up. Hollis fired twice into the wall and twice into her chest. Supergirl wasn’t fully recovered, so the blasts knocked her back. He reached over and pulled out the flattened bullets. “OK, this could be special effects. But believe me, it’s real. And tonight, at 10 eastern standard time, Supergirl is going to get the fucking of her life. Here’s a taste of what you’ll see.” Hollis lifted Supergirl’s skirt, then pulled aside her panties, revealing briefly her blonde pussy. “This is a one-time deal, so send in your $49.99 payment to the account on your screen and sign up. Who knows? Maybe she’ll be fucked to death.”

The computer screen went black, then a replay was shown in the corner with information on how to pay prominently displayed.

***

As 10 EST approached, nearly $1 billion had been raised worldwide. Luthor smiled. He got 90% of it while Hollis got the other 10%. Hollis was certainly not unhappy, though.

Supergirl, meanwhile, was miserable. She would get so sick she felt like she was going into a coma, then would come out of it enough to almost feel well enough to break out. But the device on her wrist prohibited that.

Luthor was monitoring the purchases, so Hollis sat next to Supergirl. He leaned in to whisper to her. “There’s something you need to know,” he began. “I haven’t told Luthor who you really are. But it’s written down in a letter to be mailed by the front desk of the hotel if I don’t return tonight. Now, we can continue with you getting weakened by the kryptonite, or you can be a willing and active participant. Think about it … Linda Danvers.”

Supergirl glared at him. His charms had been exposed as supernatural abilities. He wasn’t really caring … he was a criminal. But she couldn’t help herself. She still wanted what he had to offer. And she still wanted him to fuck her.

“Beth, Kate, anyone else you like could all be in danger from Luthor … or others … if they find out,” Hollis continued. “You don’t want that, do you?”

“OK, Hollis, you win,” she finally said. “I’ll play your sick game, provided I get to leave here when we’re done.”

“You will, Supergirl,” Hollis answered. “That’s a promise, from both Luthor and me.”

“OK, kids, 10 is approaching,” Luthor shouted. “Let’s get ready!”

CHAPTER EIGHT

“Hi, I’m Supergirl, and you’re probably wondering what’s going on. Well, I’ve decided that for one night only, I’m going to let my hair down and show you that I’m both Super … and, most definitely, a girl. Nothing is off-limits, and all money donated goes to charity. So, with that, let’s turn to our host and find out what’s up first.”

Hollis smiled as Supergirl delivered her lines perfectly and with enthusiasm. Wearing the mask again, he stepping in front of the camera. “Well, Supergirl, the third most-popular request is for you to give me a blow job, then take the spew in the face.”

Supergirl grimaced, but quickly smiled and said, “OK!” Luthor panned the camera back to get a full frame shot in. Supergirl sank to her knees and pulled Hollis’ pants down. She began sucking his cock slowly at first. Luthor panned in and watched as she moved her lips up and down. Occasionally she would pull the head out and run her tongue over it. She may not have a lot of practice, but she played the part with enthusiasm.

The truth was, Supergirl was battling her body. Half of her was telling her to fight while the other half was telling her to give in.

A good 15 minutes passed and Supergirl was beginning to wonder if Hollis would ever cum. He had amazing stamina. Finally, she heard him groan and back up. She leaned back in time for his first wad to hit her directly in the right cheek. He pulled his cock up and the second stream went across her face. The third one hit her hair. Finally, he used his cock to grind the cum into her face. She looked into the camera and saw her face had a sheen. Hollis whispered, “Smile.” She did nervously, but it didn’t matter to the people who had paid to see it. Supergirl had become a cum-slut.

***

After catching his breath, Hollis picked up the next email. “OK, Supergirl, now that we’ve seen you blow someone, let’s see you get fucked. So take off your costume … slowly. After all, we’ve all been dying to see those tits. But leave the cape on.”

Supergirl took off her boots, then removed her cape. Slowly, she peeled her top up, revealing her perfect abs, then her flawless breasts. The areolaes and nipples were both small and pink, but pert and her tits seemed to defy gravity the way she did when she flew. She pulled her skirt down, then slowly slid the blue panties off. She quickly picked the cape back up, tied it around her neck and then tried to cover herself with her hands.

“No, no, no,” Hollis said. “Show us everything. In fact, spread your legs and, using two fingers, open your pussy lips. The world wants to see Supergirl’s pink.”

Supergirl blushed a hot pink, then slowly did as instructed. Luthor zoomed the camera in as Hollis kept whispering, “Wider … wider … wider” until her lips were as far apart as possible. Her small clit was even visible. But what humiliated Supergirl most was the fact that the camera showed she was moist.

Hollis went and sat on the bed. “Come over here, Supergirl, and tell me how you prefer a man to fuck you.” Supergirl sat next to him on the bed and hung her head. “Don’t be shy … you’ve told me once. Do you remember?”

“Doggie … doggie style,” Supergirl answered.

“Ever been fucked in the ass?”

“No.”

“OK, well, that’s not on this request, so nothing to worry about there. So do you want to fuck doggie-style?”

Supergirl looked up and nodded. She assumed her position, her breasts swaying as she waited. Hollis moved behind her and looked. Her ass was so inviting, but he knew not to do it. He still needed her. “Now, Supergirl, be sure to look in the camera. I want everyone to see your face when I enter you.”

Supergirl knew Hollis was large. She waited, watching herself on the monitor. The kryptonite necklace still hung down with her breasts. Her nipples had grown. Hollis moved his cock up and down her lips, teasing her. She closed her eyes, then opened them again. Finally, he moved into her.

“MMMMMmmmm,” she said. He was bigger than she expected. He moved in further, eliciting another groan. She watched herself in the monitor and was mesmerized. A moment later, she felt him push in again and felt his stomach on her ass. He was totally inside her and it felt GREAT.

“Oh, God, it feels so good,” she said. “Just like I imagined it would.” She closed her eyes and put her head down, only to have Hollis grab her hair and yank it back. She opened her eyes.

Hollis built up a rhythm that he knew would please Supergirl. It took 10 minutes, but she was definitely close. He released her hair and grabbed her cape. “So you’re Supergirl, huh? You look more like Superslut to me. Say it … say you’re Superslut.”

He held the cape up for her to see as he sawed in and out of her. She was silent. His words hurt her and she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

Hollis noticed the change. He grabbed her hair and pulled it back again. “Say it,” he ordered through clenched teeth, “or I stop.” He pulled out of her and she whimpered.

“Please … put it back in,” she said. “Please.”

“This is great,” Luthor thought. “Supergirl is BEGGING to be fucked.”

“Say it and you can cum. In fact, say that you’re a Superslut who needs to cum,” Hollis ordered.

Supergirl whimpered. She couldn’t hold out. She knew she’d say it. Finally, she pleaded, “I’m a Superslut who needs to cum. Please fuck me.”

“Say it to the camera!”

Supergirl looked directly into the camera. She was fascinated by her face, rapt with frustrated desire, saying words she never imagined herself saying, “I’m a Superslut who needs to cum. Please fuck MEEEEE!” Hollins entered her on the final word and started banging her hard. She began to writhe in pleasure. Finally, she screamed, “YES! YES!!! OH FUCK YES!!!!”

Hollis came at nearly the same time. It wasn’t as big as the first one, but it was sizable. He quickly pulled out as Supergirl collapsed onto the bed. He rolled her over and spread her lips to show his cum oozing out of her. He heard her whispering something and quickly pulled a mic to her mouth.

“Thank you,” she whispered with her eyes closed. “Thank you.”

***

Once Supergirl had recovered enough to dress herself, Hollis pulled off the last email. “Hmmm … this final request says Supergirl is raped.”

The lead lining of the kryptonite necklace opened up and Supergirl immediately became weak. Luthor, still in his ninja disguise, entered the frame and jumped on top of her. Supergirl screamed as Luthor began pummeling her with his fists. Blows to the midsection and face completely disoriented the heroine. Finally, the kryptonite and the beating wore her out and she went limp.

Luthor reached under her skirt and ripped her panties off. He held them up to the cameras. He then tugged her shirt up and off, exposing her breasts.

“I don’t like sloppy seconds,” he said, using a modulator to disguise his voice. He slid a pillow under her stomach, propping her ass in the air. He spread her ass cheeks as one of the cameras zoomed in, showing her perfect asshole. “Get ready for the ass-raping of your life, Superslut!”

Luthor pulled his pants down and rubbed some KY Jelly on. Supergirl began to come around when she felt him poking around her most private part. “No, please … I beg you. Don’t do this!”

When Luthor entered her, Supergirl’s scream resonated for a good five seconds. She felt like she was being torn in two. But Luthor didn’t stop. He kept pounding away. He pulled her hair back, then began mauling her breasts, pinching the nipples until she felt they were going to be torn off her body.

“Please, I beg you, I’ll do anything you want if you stop!” she pleaded. Luthor just opened the kryptonite up again, exposing Supergirl to even more pain.

After five minutes of sawing in and out of her ass, Luthor closed the kryptonite and pulled Supergirl’s head up. She was whimpering in pain. “You’ll do anything?”

“Yes, please … just stop!”

“Then answer these questions into the camera truthfully. And remember, I know the truth. Did you pay a whore named Desire to eat you out until you came?”

“Yes,” Supergirl whimpered.

Hollis cut to the video of Supergirl writhing while Desire was between her legs. He played it until she came, then cut back to Luthor.

“Did you give Link Coats, a two-bit thief, a blow-job rather than arrest him?”

“Yes,” Supergirl said. “Please … stop.”

“Almost done. Did you fuck Alonzo Alvarez, a notorious drug dealer, rather than arrest him?” Luthor shoved his dick hard further up her ass.

“Oh, God, yes … please stop!” Hollis cut to more video, taken without Supergirl’s knowledge of her writhing on top of Alvarez’ cock.

When the video was done, Luthor continued: “So let me get this straight, you pay hookers to eat you, suck thieves’ dicks, then fuck drug dealers rather than put them in jail?”

“Yes, God, I’m sorry … please stop hurting me.”

Luthor pulled out. “You really are a slut. Now, lick me clean until I cum or I’ll do it again, then tell the world what a whore you are.”

He moved in front of her face and she wrapped her lips around his cock. She couldn’t believe she was giving her arch-nemesis, Lex Luthor, a blow job AFTER he had anally raped her. The effect was devastating to her psyche. How could she ever be a superheroine again after this? Millions of people now knew the truth about her. She was finished.

Luthor came and made Supergirl show the audience the cum in her mouth before ordering her to swallow. Supergirl then looked into the camera, “I am so sorry. I apologize to everyone who believed in me and looked up to me. I’m nothing but a whore and a slut. I am officially announcing my retirement and leaving Earth.”

The screen went black and Hollis and Luthor celebrated. Supergirl pulled the necklace off her neck and quietly slipped away.

EPILOGUE I

Danielle Beck entered the astronomy classroom at New Mexico State University and took a seat. She had enrolled at the start of the spring semester. Thanks to Batgirl, she had managed to forge a transcript and Bruce Wayne put up enough money to get her started. Everyone had heard about what happened and even seen some bootleg footage. They knew who to go after, but Supergirl said she wouldn’t press charges and was a willing participant for Hollis’ portion. As for Luthor, there was no proof, so it would be unsolved. Plus, Supergirl just wanted to put it behind her. She had retired and wanted to move forward with her new life.

Danielle found a set next to a handsome black man … evidently an athlete.

“Hi,” he said. “I’m Jerome. You new here?”

“Yes, I’m Danielle. Nice to meet you.”

EPILOGUE II

Kevin watched as Hollis collected the $5,000 and counted it out for the third time. “It’s all there, bitch. You win. I didn’t think you could do it, but you won.”

Hollis smiled. “What did you get Britney to do? Out of curiosity?”

Kevin frowned, “Shit, man, I just told her I was going to piss on her and she had to drink it. It was all I could come up with.”

Hollis smiled again … good, old, unimaginative Kevin.

“Whatever happened to Supergirl?” Kevin asked.

“She did just what she said, as far as I can figure. I checked her dorm room, everywhere and it seems Linda Danvers and Supergirl have just disappeared from the planet.”

“Huh … too bad, she looked like a good piece of ass.”

“Yeah … well, thanks for the dough, but I gotta blow.”

“Where you goin’? You don’t wanna stick around and party?”

“Naw, I gotta head back to New York,” Hollis said, grabbing his coat. “I’m curious what Wonder Woman is like in the sack.”