The Adventures of Supergirl

Episode 4

The Photoshoot

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Metropolis, July 2006

“That’s it sweethea…I mean Supergirl, just hold it right there. Sorry about that for a second I forgot you’re not a professional model.”

Kara glanced at her friend Barbara and raised an eyebrow as if to say “What did you expect?” but she smiled sweetly at the photographer and assumed the hands-together- over-her-head pose he had suggested.

“That’s alright, Dan. “I guess you get used to shouting encouragement at your models.”

“Yeah I do at that, although I’ve never had models like you before.”

“No,” Kara thought, “and I bet most of your models are wearing a good deal less than Barbara and I are.” Not that Supergirl’s skin tight outfit was entirely modest. The blue, red, and gold costume fit her like a surgeon’s glove, revealing every nuance of the most beautiful body on earth. She was wearing what she considered her ‘modern’ outfit, a skin tight body glove that was cut very high on the thigh and hip, and red boots that came to mid-calf. She had retained the traditional Supergirl colours, a blue short-sleeved top with the familiar red S chevron and a red bikini bottom trimmed with gold. But she had to admit the outfit didn’t hide much, the outline of her erect nipples could be clearly seen through it as could her navel and the rippled washboard stomach she was so proud of.

Barbara, of course, was dressed head to foot in her purplish-black Batgirl costume, complete with cowl. It left most of her body concealed, but like her own, the costume was so tight she might as well have been nude.

Kara sighed. “How much longer, Dan? I do have other places to be.”

“It is for a good cause, Supergirl, Dan reminded her. Two superheroines on the same calendar! Wow, it’s going to sell millions. The Society for the Protection of Distressed Penguins is going to be very happy.”

“It’s OK, Supergirl,” Batgirl reminded her. “I’m sure the police can keep things in order while we are here. After all, most criminal activity doesn’t get underway until late at night and it’s only four p.m.”

“I guess so,” Kara admitted. “Sorry, Dan; I should be trying harder, but I can’t help thinking that I should be somewhere else saving the world.”

“Sometimes,” Dan said, “the world just has to look after itself. You and Batgirl can’t solve every problem.”

“Alright then, what do you want me to do next?” She quite liked the handsome young photographer. He was tall, well-built, and had a cheerful outgoing personality. He was the sort of man she would not have minded going to bed with if she wasn’t afraid she might kill him.

“How about if you move over here, by the big rock. I’ll try a few with you and Batgirl together. The sea breeze will catch your hair. It should be a great shot.”

“Alright,” Kara agreed. “How’s this?” She moved over to the edge of the ledge overlooking the sea. It was a hundred foot drop to the waves, but that meant very little to a woman who could fly.

Barbara moved next to her. The dizzying height was also of little consequence to the highly trained aerialist. “Now what?” Kara asked.

“Put your hands against the boulder like you’re pushing, and Batgirl, you stand so that…”

Dan guided them through another hour of what he called “action poses.” As the sun began to settle in the west, Kara looked questioningly at the photographer.

“OK,” he grinned, raising his hands in mock surrender. “I know that duty calls. Just one more shot. I’ve got something special planned.” The photographer rummaged in his camera bag and pulled out a length of chain.

Kara looked at the chain rather dubiously. Visions of bondage flashed before her, but Dan smiled airily and strode toward them, carrying the chain in one hand. “Just plastic,” he said. “I thought another action shot. Batgirl with the chain wrapped around her and Supergirl snapping it in half. I know that you could snap a real chain with ease, but I want to be safe. I don’t want any metal links flying through the air and hitting someone.”

“Good thinking,” said Batgirl, “since I’m the one who in not invulnerable.”

“You just move here, Batgirl,” Dan said, pointing to a smaller rock. “Now with your permission I will drape the chain around you. Supergirl, you stand right behind her and hold the chain. Now don’t smile this time. This is supposed to be a dramatic rescue.”

“Alright,” Kara sighed. “Just give the word.” The whole thing seemed a bit silly to her. She knew that superhero calendars sold well, especially those featuring superheroines. And the cause was a worthy one, but she wasn’t really comfortable holding poses and smiling for the camera.

“OK,” Dan said, moving back behind the camera. “I’m going to start shooting now. Break the links any time.”

Supergirl assumed what she hoped was a dramatic pose and tensed her muscles. The plastic links stretched and then broke. “What the…,” she gasped as with a loud pop the link literally exploded enveloping both her and Batgirl in a thick cloud of greenish yellow smoke.

Supergirl gasped as her lungs emulated the inside of a volcano. Searing heat burned her eyes, nose, and nasal passages. She tried to scream but her throat closed as an overwhelming and paralyzing weakness sent her to her knees. She was dimly aware that Batgirl, who she could just make out through the greenish cloud was down on the ground, making feeble attempts to get to her knees and failing miserably.

A vicious laugh sounded in her ears as she groveled in pain. “How do you like my kryptochloroform heroines? Guaranteed to bring down Supergirls and Batgirls simultaneously.”

Kara couldn’t reply. She was too busy trying not to be violently ill. The pain in her lungs and breathing passages was excruciating. For a person who normally never felt any pain the effect was crippling. She remained on her knees, her mouth working uselessly; green drool dripping from her numb lips.

“Humbling isn’t it?” Dan said. “What is it like to be taken down so unexpectedly? Is it anything like what you did to my brother when you arrested him and tossed him into jail to be gang raped and murdered?”

“Uggh!” Supergirl grunted as she felt a boot in her ribs. Her invulnerability was gone.

“How do you like that? Completely helpless aren’t you? I can do anything I want with you and your friend. Another kick sent her to the ground. Her head was swimming and she was close to passing out, but she fought to remain conscious.

“Must stay awake,” she gasped. “Feel so sick and helpless. Can’t pass out. Be at his mercy.” She tried to crawl forward. Perhaps if she could get away from the gas cloud.

A foot in her back stopped her progress. “No you don’t, Supergirl. You’re staying with me. We’re going to be spending a long time together, although for you I expect it is going to seem even longer.”

She felt her arms being drawn behind her back. “No,” she groaned. “Don’t tie me. Let me go.” Shame overwhelmed her as she begged her captor not to bind her. The gas seemed to have taken all the fight out of her. She had gone from being a proud heroine to a groveling captive.

She struggled, her breasts pressing into the rough rock surface as Dan knelt on top of her and secured her wrists. There were two sharp clicks as the handcuffs locked her arms behind her. Then she felt her legs being bent up and there was another click as her right ankle was shackled. This was followed by a final click and she was helpless, her ankles and wrists locked together.

“Now before I deal with the Batgirl I better make sure that you don’t recover.” Dan grabbed her gorgeous mane of gleaming blonde hair and wrenched her head back. He locked a metal collar about her neck and Supergirl felt her strength ebb completely. The loss of strength was accompanied by an acute burning sensation in her throat as the kryptonite in the collar did its work.

Supergirl whimpered in agony, but her discomfort got her no sympathy from her captor. As Dan moved to deal with Batgirl he sneered at her helplessness. “Hurts does it? Well its nothing compare to the pain I’m going to cause you once I get you away from here.”

Supergirl cursed the trusting nature that had made her agree to a photoshoot at Wilderness Cove. It was miles from anywhere and only rarely visited. She remembered Dan recommending it as a place where adoring fans and rubberneckers would not disturb them and she had naively gone along with it. Now she was paying the price.

She turned her head and watched while Dan secured the unconscious Batgirl in the same way her had secured her. “This is a bonus. Two heroines. I set the trap for you and I get Batgirl as well. I’m going to enjoy taking turns with the two of you. I wonder who will scream the loudest.”

“Who are you?” Supergirl managed to croak.

“The name’s Lovett. My first name you already know. But I’m betting you know my brother better. He went by the name of the River City Killer.”

Supergirl felt a chill sweep over her body. “Him? But he was one of the country’s most notorious murderers.”

“He was innocent. You sent him to jail just to satisfy the public’s demand that the crime be solved.”

“But I caught him before he killed his last victim. The bodies of the others were buried in his basement.”

“He was framed,” Lovett snarled. “Someone else hid the bodies there.”

“This is ridiculous,” Supergirl cried. Her head was swimming. “H was given a fair trial and found guilty on an overwhelming weight of evidence.”

“Sure, evidence supplied by the mighty Supergirl. He never had a chance with you testifying against him. Everyone knows that Supergirl never lies.”

“But if I never lie then how could I have caught the wrong man?” Supergirl gasped.

There was a long silence while Lovett considered this latest bit of wisdom; then there was an angry reply. “Tricky. Just like the judge and the D.A.. But you won’t trick me. I’m the judge and jury now and I find you guilty. You punishment is going to be long and painful.”

By this time Lovett had finished making sure that Batgirl was not going to escape. He had searched the unconscious heroine, making sure that she had nothing hidden in her costume that might help her escape, and had removed her utility belt. Supergirl could see that there was no further point arguing with Lovett, and the effort of speaking had left her exhausted. Until she could get free of the kryptonite, she would remain the prisoner of a man she now considered completely mad.

“Now we’re going for a little ride,” Lovett said. He was quite strong, picking her up by the handcuffs and lifting her like a satchel. She gasped at the strain on her body as he carried her to his van. He tossed her into the back of the van like a bag of potatoes. A few seconds later Batgirl’s unconscious body was tossed in beside her. “Sleep tight,” Lovett said as he pointed what appeared to be an aerosol can toward her. A green cloud enveloped her and before Supergirl could protest her world faded and blackness took over.

The thump of the door opening awoke her. Beside her Batgirl stirred. “Wakey wakey, Lovett yelled. “I want you both awake for the show.”

Lovett lifted Batgirl out of the van and carried her across the room. The girl protested as her arms were wrenched upward by her body weight. “What’s going on?” she cried. “Dan what are you doing?”

“Having a bit of fun and revenge with a couple of superheroines. But don’t worry, Batgirl. You’ve done nothing to me, so I might let you live if you cooperate.”

Batgirl protested – the usual heroine protests – it actually embarrassed Supergirl to hear them, especially as she had said pretty much the same things just a short time ago. The protests also had the same effect. Lovett carried her across the room and set her on the floor in a kneeling position. Due to the way she was shackled, Batgirl had no choice but to remain that way, her head turned over her left shoulder as she watched Lovett unload Supergirl.

Supergirl tried not to cry out as Lovett dragged her from the van. He was a good deal less gentle with her than he had been with Batgirl, partially carrying and partially dragging her across the room. Her set her beside Batgirl, giving her a chance to look around her.

They appeared to be in small run-down warehouse. Where there had once been a row of windows about twenty feet above the floor there were now plywood boards. The floor was bare concrete. The only light came from a couple of naked light bulbs hanging from the ceiling. Supergirl wondered if it would do any good to scream for help and decided that it probably wouldn’t. Lovett had said something about making her scream. She doubted if there was anyone around to hear any sound she might make.

Other than the van there was very little in the warehouse except for a few chains hanging ominously from the ceiling. It was a very crude setup, but it was enough to keep her and Batgirl prisoners.

Lovett stood in front of the two heroines, hands on hips. “Perfect. Two of the most beautiful women in the world on their knees in front of me. Which one will I start with?” He looked Supergirl directly in the eyes, gauging her reaction. She stared stonily at him, hiding the pain of the kryptonite collar. She might be helpless, but she was still a heroine and would face her fate with bravery.

Lovett smiled. “My question has been answered. I start with Batgirl.”

“No!” Supergirl cried. “She had nothing to do with the arrest of your brother. Leave her alone.”

“I guessed right didn’t I? You would rather die than have me hurt your heroine companion. I think it’s time we got started.”

Lovett took his camera equipment from the van. It took him a few minutes as he used several cameras; two focused on Batgirl and two more of Supergirl. “This should fetch a good price on the internet. I’m betting that people will pay well to se the humbling of two superheroines.”

Lovett crossed over to the helpless Batgirl. Reaching up, he lowered one of the lengths of chain that were hanging from the roof. While the black-clad heroine threatened the usual superheroine dire retribution he lowered to the chain and attached it to the cuffs that restrained her wrists. Then he released the cuffs shackling her ankles and hoisted her arms toward the ceiling.

Batgirl grunted in pain as her arms were forced into a painful strappado position. Lovett stopped raising the chain before her feet were lifted from the floor. The heroine stood with her feet spread, her arms straight out from her body at a forty-five degree angle. There was no missing the fact that she was in a most compromising position; one that Lovett was quick to exploit.

While Supergirl watched helplessly, Lovett took out a utility knife and careful not to cut her, began to undress the now fearful heroine.

Batgirl tried not to let it show, but Supergirl knew her friend too well not to see the telltale signs of terror. Both women had been in situations that paralleled their current plight too often not to fear what was about to happen.

Lovett removed the superheroine’s boots first and then using the utility knife began to slice her costume from her body. He was careful not to cut her, but Batgirl flinched as the blade of the knife slid close to her skin.

“You won’t get away with this,” Batgirl threatened. “We have powerful friends.”

“Ha,” Lovett snorted. “Batman and Superman? A couple of fags in tights prancing around like ballerinas. They’ll never find me. They won’t even know where to look.”

Batgirl wasn’t so sure about Lovett’s last comment, but as he sliced through her costume she doubted very much that they would be in time. She tried again. “Why are you doing this to me? I’m not your enemy. It was Supergirl who captured your brother.”

Lovett paused. “You’re right,” he said thoughtfully. “You’ve done nothing to me. I guess I’ll rape Supergirl instead.”

“No,” Batgirl protested. “That’s not what I meant. Please don’t hurt her.” She was mortified that she might have diverted Lovett’s attention from her at her companion’s expense.

“Ha ha, just kidding,” Lovett laughed. “Of course I’m going to fuck both of you. I’m just starting with you because it will cause Supergirl the greatest pain.”

“You coward,” Supergirl cried. “How can you hurt someone who has never done anything to you?”

“Like this,” Lovett answered. Batgirl let out a yip as he suddenly pinched her exposed nipple. Most of her costume was gone now. He had left only her cowl.

“I’m going to take that off last,” Lovett explained. “It will be the highlight. The exposing of Batgirl’s secret identity. Should be a real hit on the net.”

Batgirl’s nipple throbbed from the painful pinch Lovett had given it, but she knew it was going to get worse. She tried to look over her shoulder as he moved behind her naked backside and then decided that would make her look too fearful, so she directed her gaze straight ahead. It was hard to ignore the sounds of Lovett undressing, however, especially as he continued a running commentary as he stripped.

“What an ass. I’ve never seen two such perfect half-moons. If your cunt is as tight as your ass is firm you’re going to be a great fuck.”

“Noo,” Batgirl moaned as she felt Lovett’s hands on her hips. He steadied her prior to entering her. She tensed herself, waiting for the pain as he forced his way into her. He had made no attempt to prepare her before taking her. It didn’t make matters any easier that Supergirl had gone pale and her eyes had widened until they resembled deep blue pools when he had dropped his pants and revealed his manhood.

“Yeah,” Lovett said. “It’s a big one. Perfect for making a superheroine howl I reckon.”

“You filthy thug,” Supergirl pleaded. “Please let her go. Take me instead.”

Batgirl did look back. Arching her neck she peered back over her shoulder. What she saw made her gasp. Lovett was hung like a pony, his erection angling up at a forty-five degree angle for a good ten inches. She suddenly felt very warm, her vulva tingling even before Lovett made contact. “Oh geez,” she thought. “That thing is…”

“Ah!” she cried. “Aaahhh! St… Stop! It’s too big!” She spoke through clenched teeth trying to hold back a scream.

“Enjoy…it…bitch,” Lovett grunted. He gripped Batgirl’s hips tightly, using all of his strength to force himself inside her. Batgirl had tightened her vaginal muscles, intending to prevent him from entering her, but all she succeeded in doing was causing herself considerable discomfort as he slowly forced his way in.

“N…n…nnoo!” Barbara cried as Lovett had his way with her. The massive phallus split her like a peach, the force of his thrusts lifting her onto the tips of her toes. The pain in her arms and shoulders was agonizing. But she could not help arching her back as Lovett’s thick staff penetrated her. Breasts swaying, her mouth open, and her breath coming in gasps, Batgirl moaned in pain as Lovett’s thick organ slowly penetrated her.

“Ahhhh!” she cried as Lovett reached forward and clamped his hands over her breasts. He squeezed the luscious globes as if he was milking a cow, adding another dimension of pain to Batgirl’s agony and then began to thrust in and out of her vigorously. Barbara whimpered in pain with every inch of penetration.

The painful ordeal only ended when Lovett satisfied himself, but her agony was not completely over. Lovett replaced his clothes and then produced a dildo that more than rivaled his own monster phallus. “Something to keep you happy,” he commented as she slowly pushed the huge instrument home. Batgirl squealed as the artificial phallus was pushed into her dripping love tunnel, and moaned as Lovett strapped the dildo permanently in place.

“Enjoy yourself,” he grinned. Then his expression turned grim. “Now for Supergirl.” He ignored the whimpering Batgirl and turned toward Kara, his features twisting into an expression of pure hatred. “You’re going to have to wait your turn with my cock. I’m afraid Batgirl has used it up for the moment. So I’ll just have to find another way to entertain you.”

He picked her up in the same way he had before, carrying her to a point in the room where the moaning Batgirl could see what was going on. There he dumped her unceremoniously on the floor and proceeded to remove her handcuffs. There was no chance for her to escape. The kryptonite collar left her far too weak to do anything other than wait for what Lovett was going to do to her.

There was a loud clanking sound as Lovett pulled a chain down from one of the roof beams. He attached its last link to one manacle of the handcuffs he had just removed and snapped the other one over her wrist. Then he removed the handcuffs from her ankles, and pulling down a second length of chain repeated the process with her other wrist.

“Now things are going to get interesting,” Lovett commented as he tightened first one length of chain and then the other. Supergirl was pulled to her feet, her arms spread out over her head in the shape of a “Y.” Lovett kept on tightening the chains until she was standing on the balls of her feet. Then he took out his utility knife again.

The normally indestructible material of her costume, weakened by the same kryptonite radiation that rendered her helpless, parted under the sharp blade, allowing Lovett to strip her costume from her. Other than her heavy breathing, Supergirl made no sound. She reckoned that any man who would ravage the innocent Batgirl so brutally would hardly show her any mercy no matter what she threatened or promised.

“Fantastic,” Lovett exclaimed, stepping back to admire Supergirl’s nude body. He walked around her in a slow circle making the heroine feel like a piece of display merchandise.

“It will be a real shame to mar such beauty,” he continued, touching the tip of his finger to one of her perfect pink nipples. “Almost. Actually I’m going to rather enjoy doing it.”

Lovett turned and walked across the room, returning with a length of electrical cord. He slapped it into his hand obviously enjoying the fearful looks Supergirl directed toward the crude whip. “Oh yes,” he jeered. “This is going to hurt. It is going to hurt a great deal.”

“Look,” Supergirl said, her lower lip quivering. “Take me. Do anything you want to me, but let Batgirl go. You’ve no need to punish her. Let her go and I’ll be your willing slave.”

Her magnificent chest rose and fell in fear as she spoke, her uptilted breasts quivering slightly. She dreaded having to make such a promise, but she could not bear the sound of the whimpers that came from Batgirl’s lips. The girl was in terrible pain and it was Supergirl’s fault that they were in this terrible predicament.

“I was waiting for that offer,” Lovett laughed. “But why should I bargain for what I already have? And I’m not going to let you off that easily. First I’m going to give you a good whipping. Then I’m going to fuck you until you are too sore to walk. After that I am going to kill you in the most painful way I can devise. And it’s all going to be on film. As for your little girlfriend. I’ll keep her around for awhile. I’m going to fuck her until I get tired of her and then I’ll unmask her in front of the cameras. After that I might let her go. More likely I’ll just kill her.”

“You’re a complete psychopath,” Supergirl replied. “You’re not dong this for revenge. You’re doing it because you are completely devoid of any conscience.”

“Thank you for your psychoanalysis,” Lovett jeered, “but now the only sound I want to hear from you is your screams.”

He was standing just to one side of her. He raised the number 14 electrical wire and brought it down across her backside.

Supergirl yelped as the wire touched her. Her reaction to pain was a severe weakness tied to the fact that in her normal state pain was a completely unknown sensation. As a result her reaction to torture was usually most unheroic, a characteristic that delighted any villain clever or strong enough to capture her. Lovett was no exception.

“What? Crying at the first touch? I thought you’d be tougher than that, but I guess I should have expected that without your superpowers you’d be nothing. How does it feel to be at the mercy of someone who hates your guts?

“Let her be you disgusting little pervert.” The scream of rage came from Batgirl who temporarily ignored her own pain.

“Little?” Lovett sneered. “That’s not how you acted when I fucked your tight pussy. Perhaps, however, you need a little of this to teach you some manners.” Lovett moved toward the helpless heroine, swinging the length of electrical wire.

“No,” Batgirl protested. She was already in considerable pain from the overly large dildo Lovett had stuffed into her and her resistance was almost at an end. She wished now that she had kept her mouth shut when Lovett had started on Supergirl, but it was too late to take back her words.

Lovett cracked the electrical cord across Batgirl’s backside. She screamed most obligingly, her will to resist broken before he even started. However, it was Supergirl he really wanted to punish so he settled for giving her five hard strokes and then strapped a ball gag into the screaming heroine’s mouth.

“That should keep you quiet,” he said as he finished. “The only sounds I want to hear from now on are the screams of your partner.”

He returned to Supergirl and delivered another hard blow. Supergirl gritted her teeth to keep from screaming, ashamed at how little fortitude she had shown. But she lost her resolve by the time the lash cracked across her taut buttocks for the sixth time and shrieked most obligingly.

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” Lovett. “Now just a little louder.” He gave her five more lashes until Supergirl was shrieking at the top of her lungs, her body twisting as she desperately tried to find a way to avoid the whip.

At the eleventh lash, however, Lovett tossed the electrical wire down. “That’s enough for now. I wouldn’t want to damage that perfect body too much before I’ve had a chance to fuck it. Besides, watching you quiver every time the lash touched your backside has given me one hell of an erection. It’s time you and I got better acquainted.”

Supergirl was sobbing in pain and fear as Lovett lowered her from the chains. Her legs were trembling so badly that her knees buckled and he had to pick her up and carry her across the room. “Face up for you, Sweet cheeks,” Lovett said as he unceremoniously dumped Supergirl onto the hard surface of a wooden table. She screamed as the rough surface abraded her swollen and lacerated buttocks.

Lovett had left the handcuffs attached to each of her wrists and he quickly snapped them onto two large rings set into the top of the table. “Just in case you get any ideas,” he explained, although exactly what Supergirl could have done with the kryptonite collar around her neck she had no idea.

“Now it’s time for a little action,” Lovett said. He did something to the collar and Supergirl felt a slight decrease in the constant agony of the kryptonite radiation. Lovett held up what appeared to be a couple of small green studs. “These are what make the collar work. Each one contains a small amount of kryptonite. I wasn’t sure how much to use to control you so I maxed it out, but you are far too passive. I want to feel that ass move when I fuck you.”

“You coward,” Supergirl moaned. She had already tested her shackles. She was stronger now, but not by much. There was no chance of escape as Lovett slowly undressed in front of her.

Lovett stripped, revealing his well muscled body and all too imposing erection. Supergirl trembled as he climbed onto the table, forcing her well-muscled legs apart as he did so. “Now we’re going to have some fun, huh honey? I’m going to fuck you nice and slow so you feel every inch of my cock.”

“Unngh!” Supergirl grunted as he placed his elbows under her knees and pushed her splayed legs upward until they her ankles were on either side of her head. Although she knew it was what Lovett wanted she struggled to escape the humiliating and vulnerable position. The tip of his massive organ hovered barely an inch from the semi-parted the lips of her vulva.

“Get ready, honey. Here it comes.” He pushed forward and began to slowly penetrate her. Supergirl went into a frenzy, thrashing her well muscled body in terrified desperation as the glans of his penis parted her nether lips and pushed through into her tight, hot vagina. Lovett groaned in pleasure as the warmth of the heroine hugged his shaft, but for Supergirl it was pure agony.

“Aangh!” she gasped. She wanted to scream, to beg for mercy, but that would simply have increased Lovett’s pleasure, so she bit back her cries and suffered in silence, only the sound of her laboured breathing giving away her torment.

Lovett laughed. “Big isn’t it, honey? Don’t worry, there’s plenty more where that came from and you’re going to get it all.”

It took Lovett a good hour to finish her. An hour of pain and degradation as he pumped in and out of her until she was so sore she was certain she would never walk properly again. An hour of constant jibes at her helplessness. An hour of promises of what he was going to do to her next. And an hour of reminding her that everything was being filmed. He finally creamed into her and collapsed on top of her. She grunted in pain and he laughed. “Don’t know what you’re complaining about. I’m the one who did all the work. You simply lay there and enjoyed it.”

Supergirl did not reply. She lay helpless, her body covered in sweat and stinking of semen. Her sense of defilement was so strong she was almost sick, but she could do nothing but wait for whatever else Lovett wanted to do to her.

Lovett dressed while he waited, leaving the mortified superheroine manacled to the table. Then he produced a much smaller dildo. Supergirl held her breath, waiting for another round of sexual torture, but he did not use it on her. He walked instead to the drooling Batgirl and moved behind her.

“No,” Supergirl begged. “Please don’t hurt her any more. If you’re going to do anything do it to me.”

It was the wrong thing to say. Lovett looked at the six inch dildo in his hand and shook his head. “Naah, this is too small. It will hardly even get her excited.” He tossed it aside and replaced it with one that was almost twice the size. Picking up a jar of lubricant he once again placed himself behind the wide-eyed Batgirl and smeared a generous dollop of lubricant over the dildo. Then, ignoring Batgirl’s wild gyrations and muffled screams, he forced it deep into her anus.

“Mmmppphh!” Batgirl’s cries tore at Supergirl’s heart. The sexual torture of her companion was the perfect way to punish her

As before, Lovett became aroused as he tortured the helpless heroine. Supergirl realized that the brutal photographer was actually stimulated by the pain of others. He looked toward her, his eyes meeting hers. “Almost time for you, Supergirl. Just a few more minutes and I’ll be nice and hard.”

Supergirl swallowed. She knew what awaited her. Lovett had raped Batgirl both vaginally and anally. Now it was her turn for the latter.

She was not disappointed, if disappointed was an appropriate word to describe what Lovett was going to do to her. Her gave Batgirl’s anus one more final twist with the dildo and then threw it down and walked toward her. As before he took no chances, not releasing the handcuffs until he was sure she was helpless. He insured this by replacing the two studs in her collar that he had previously removed. Once again Supergirl felt a wave of incapacitating weakness wash over her.

Lovett dragged her from the table. Too weak to walk he had to carry her over to what looked like a wooden saw horse. As she approached the horse she saw that it was bolted to the floor. Lovett draped her face down across it, her belly lying over the top crosspiece, and then handcuffed her ankles to each of the legs. It left her spread wide and completely open to rear entry. Then he pulled her arms behind her and handcuffed her wrists.

“You were a little sluggish last time. I want to feel some real superheroine action.” He reached up to her the collar and removed four of the studs. Supergirl felt a wave of well-being surge through her body as her superpowers were partially restored. It was not enough, however, to restore more than a tiny fraction of her strength.

Lovett grabbed her by the hair and jerked he head back. His mouth only a few inches from her face he leered at her. “Stronger now? Let’s see if that tight little ass moves for me this time.” He pushed her forward, bending her over until she was looking straight down at the floor. He attached a chain to her collar and locked it to the lower crossbar of the horse. It left her a little room to move, but not enough that she could do more than wiggle her backside as she tried to escape.

“That’s what I want,” Lovett jeered. “Do that while I fuck you.”

“You bastard,” Supergirl gasped. “You’ll pay for this.”

“Not likely,” Lovett replied. “But it’s nice to see that you’ve got a bit of your spirit back. It will make breaking it all the more enjoyable.”

Supergirl gave up the pointless discussion. She could hear Lovett fumbling with his clothes as he undressed and she steeled herself for the coming ordeal.

It was much worse than she thought it would be. He began by thrusting into her vagina as before. Swollen and raw from his previous assault, Supergirl whimpered as he entered her for the second time. She arched her back in pain, pulling against the chain that was hooked to her neck. Lovett cheered her on.

“Fantastic. I love it when you move that tight ass. Now let’s see what happens when I try your buttonhole.” He pulled out of Supergirl’s love tunnel and pressed the tip of his staff against her anus. The short session in her vagina had lubricated him a little, but it hardly prepared her for the ordeal that faced her. Making no attempt to be gentle, he forced his way into her tight sphincter.

“Unhh!” Supergirl grunted in agony as Lovett jammed his thick shaft into her. It would have been painful even if he had tried to be gentle, but the way he took her caused maximum pain. Arching her back she ground her teeth and tried not to scream. But the screams came anyway along with the frenzied twisting and bucking that Lovett had demanded.

Lovett fucked her like a machine, plunging in and out of her tight backside until Supergirl was so exhausted she slumped over the sawhorse and simply let him enjoy her. Head down, her shoulder length hair brushing the floor, Supergirl wept in agony as Lovett had his way with her. It seemed that the rape would never end.

And then what if it did? Lovett had promised to murder her in the most painful way he could devise, leaving Batgirl to his tender mercies. The thought filled her with impotent anger. Anger and a hatred so intense she could hardly think. And then she noticed something. She was looking straight down, her head hanging over one of the lower braces connecting the legs of the sawhorse. But she could see the floor beneath the brace as if it wasn’t there. It was her X-ray vision. Without thinking her anger had triggered one of her superpowers. Lovett’s removal of the kryptonite coated studs had allowed her to regain more than just some of her strength.

She soon found that what she had regained was limited, however. She could see through the wooden struts of the horse, but that was about all. Her vision was not nearly powerful enough to enable her to melt the links of the handcuffs. Frustrated, the solution suddenly came to her. It was about as brutal a use of her powers as she had ever envisioned, but there seemed little choice. Not only was her life was at stake, but Batgirl’s as well. She would have to do it.

Lovett groaned loudly, emphasizing his triumph as he spurted into her. Then he withdrew and stepped back. “Vengeance is so sweet,” he crowed. “I’ve raped and tortured two of the greatest superheroines and I’ve got it all on film. Now for the grand finale. The death of Supergirl.”

Supergirl waited. She would get only one chance and she was depending on Lovett wanting to see her face as he completed his final act. However, if he replaced the four missing studs in her collar she would have no chance. She remained still, moaning softly, hoping that he would think her too badly weakened to be any threat. Due to the immense amount of pain she was experiencing she didn’t have to try very hard to put on a convincing display of female helplessness.

Lovett released the chain holding her collar, and grabbing her hair again, pulled her erect. “Now it’s time to die, cunt. And while you die you can watch me having fun with your girlfriend.”

Supergirl doubted that she would get a better chance. But her hands and feet were still shackled. In order for her plan to succeed she needed to wait until at least her feet were free, so she played the helpless heroine. “What are you g...going to do?” Her voice broke as she asked the question, adding to the image of weakness.

In answer, Lovett released her and walked to an object that was covered by a sheet of dark plastic. With a flourish he swept the plastic aside revealing a four foot high post. Or at least that is what it looked like at first glance. A closer look, however, and Supergirl’s already dry mouth went even drier.

“No,” she pleaded. “You can’t out me on that. It will….” Overcome by horror she couldn’t finish.

Lovett laughed, his voice rising in pitch. “Beautiful isn’t it? Death by impalement. It will take you hours to die and I can fuck Batgirl again and again while you scream.”

Supergirl could not tear her gaze away from the insidious device. It was a sharpened stake about three inches in diameter. Surrounding it was a small stand intended for the victim’s feet, attached to which were two rings to attach the shackles and keep the victim where she was placed. About halfway up was a small handle. When cranked the handle would raise the stake forcing it into either the victim’s vagina or anus. It wasn’t hard to see that if the stake was raised high enough it would result in an incredibly painful and lengthy death.

“Please don’t put me on that,” Supergirl begged. She didn’t have to pretend very hard to be terrified. The tears rolled down her cheeks and a cold chill swept over her naked body.

“The mighty Supergirl, reduced to a sniveling wreck,” sneered Lovett. “This is going to be most enjoyable.”

Supergirl let her legs buckle. She couldn’t fall far, as she was still shackled to the sawhorse, but she needed to keep up the not-so-false illusion of weakness.

Begging won’t save you. It’s time for you to get what you deserve.” Lovett removed the shackles from her ankles and jerked her to her feet. He had not replaced the kryptonite studs.

“No,” she said. Her voice would have frozen water. “It’s time for you to get what you deserve.”

As she had intended Lovett looked directly at her. “What…? he began. She turned on her X-ray vision and focusing it with deadly precision burned out his optic nerves.

“Ahhhh!” Lovett screamed, his hands flying to his eyes. “What did you do? I can’t see.”

Supergirl had hoped that there would be little pain. Even after what Lovett had done to her the idea of burning out his eyes was repugnant. Her precise burst had destroyed his eyesight, but had caused little pain. But it would have been a terrifying experience for Lovett and his reaction was exactly what she expected. He stumbled blindly around the room, screaming threats and demanding that she restore his vision. She did nothing but stay out of his way until he stumbled upon the utility knife and began to feel his way toward Batgirl.

“No you don’t,” Supergirl said. She interposed herself between the raging thug and Batgirl and, as he brandished the knife, kicked his legs out from under him.

He went down with a crash. A couple of kicks to the head and he stayed there. Now there was the little matter of getting herself and Batgirl out of the shackles that still confined them.

With some effort and considerable use of her teeth Supergirl managed to release the strap binding the ball-gag in Batgirl’s mouth. Batgirl spat out the ball gag, gasping for breath. She must still have been in terrible pain from the monster dildo, but she gave no indication. “Thanks,” she said. “Now what?”

“Can you get these studs out with your teeth?” Supergirl asked. “I think Lovett only finger tightened them.”

“I’ll break my teeth if I have to,” Batgirl replied. Supergirl bent her head and Batgirl went to work.

It took the removal of four more of the studs before Supergirl snapped the links holding the handcuffs. After that she was able to rip the collar from her throat and then attend to her companion. Batgirl moaned as Supergirl removed the immense dildo, but that was the only sound she made. Within seconds Supergirl had released her from her painful bondage and helped her to a chair.

It took Supergirl an hour before she was certain she had found all of the records of their brutal captivity and found something for Batgirl and herself to wear. Fortunately she found that Lovett had an entire closet full of clothes and although they were a bit large they would do until they could remake their costumes. Then they had to decide what to do with their former captor.

“Why don’t we string him upside down and cut off his balls?” Batgirl suggested. She was still in considerable pain and was feeling particularly vengeful. Supergirl had recovered completely. The return of her powers had restored her super healing and she felt no effects of her horrendous ordeal at all; other than the nightmarish memories.

“I couldn’t do that,” Supergirl replied. “I’ve already blinded him. And I wouldn’t want word of this humiliating episode to be dragged through the courts. I say we just destroy his equipment and leave him.”

“But he’ll tell everyone,” Batgirl protested.

“So what? No one will believe him. Who could imagine the great Supergirl and Batgirl being stupid enough to be taken prisoner by a photographer? Remember. He arranged for the photo shoot to be private. No one knew about it except us.”

“Alright,” Batgirl agreed. “Let’s get out of here. But I am going to leave him just one more thing to remember us by.”

“Just so long as you don’t kill him,” Supergirl said.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Batgirl grimaced as she forced herself to her feet.

Half an hour later Supergirl deposited them both in Barbara’s luxurious penthouse suite. She had flown at night and so no one had seen them enter through the balcony. They had left Lovett in his studio cum torture chamber. He was still sleeping off the boot to the head that Supergirl had given him. But he would almost certainly have more than just a headache when he woke up.

Lovett groaned. He was in acute agony and in spite of the fact that his eyes were open he could see nothing. Then he remembered. “That god-damned superheroine.” He groaned and tried to get up. It was then that he discovered his ankles and his wrists were shackled. His third discovery was that he was completely nude. The fourth was that the brutal pain in his backside was caused by something enormous that had been shoved into it. There was only one thing to do. He opened his mouth and screamed.

“How long before we contact the authorities?” Supergirl asked.

“A day?” Barbara replied hopefully, taking another sip of her tea.