Supergirl - ELO
by ELOfanatic

Our young heroine zipped thru the sky at a leisurely (for her!) rate of about 100 miles an hour, savoring the time she had remaining before she had to return to college to take her mid terms. Not that she couldn't pass them with flying (what a pun!) colors, but to avoid looking like a total geek, she get a few wrong on purpose, just to fit in. She may be the Maid of Steel, but she had to have some fun, too! Her blonde hair trailed behind her, waving in her wake. The blue skintight uniform she wore so well was modeled closely after her cousin's, but she had a brief red skirt instead of blue pants. As she flew along, she habitually scanned the countryside below with her superhuman vision. Nothing seemed wrong, but she had this uneasy feeling that she couldn't quite put her finger on. Just as she was about dismiss it, she heard a voice calling for help. Immediately, her super hearing homed in on the source of the sound. It was coming from an abandoned mine passing below her and to her left. Landing lightly, she scanned the surrounding with her x-ray vision, which provided little extra information. "Damn," she thought, "it would have to be an abandoned lead mine, wouldn't it!"
The trace amounts of lead left in the earth was playing havoc with her x-ray vision, providing her with only ghostly images, instead of the clear, sharp images she was used to. "Well," she muttered to herself," guess I gotta do this the hard way." Picking up an old lantern, she shook it. There still seemed to be some fuel in it. With a light touch of her heat vision, she lit the wick and went into the mine entrance itself, ready to fly out at any moment. There were too many reports going around of other heroines going missing lately and she sure as hell didn't want to be added to the list. Trying again with her x-ray vision, this time everything came up blank. "The lead must be more concentrated in here, dammit!" she thought. If her cousin could hear how she swore, he'd freak.

Still, she went on, looking for whoever cried for help. The tunnel sloped down now, and she began descending farther and farther into the earth itself. Up ahead, came another cry for help, this one weaker than before. "Hello?" she called. "Is someone there?" Again, she tried her x-ray vision, and this time, hit paydirt. She could see someone struggling with something up ahead, though there was a large chunk of her field of vision still being blocked out by a dense deposit of lead. Dropping the lantern, she flew ahead, determined and ready to do battle. Entering a large cavern, she saw a young woman struggling with some sort of tentacled creature, and she was losing. Streaking across the expanse of the huge cavern, she tore into the creature with both fists flying. Pummeling it with blows that would topple skyscrapers, she attempted rescue. But as she peeled one particularly large appendage off the young woman, Supergirl gasped and fell to her knees. There was kryptonite nearby, and it was sapping her powers. More and more ooze began to envelop her, and she knew that she had only seconds before she was rendered powerless.

Grimacing with effort, she drew on all her remaining reserves of energy, and tried to fly out of the deadly kryptonite's range. She actually made it off the ground and was wobbling in the air, when another slimy appendage snagged her leg and smashed her to the ground. Before our dazed heroine could recover, more tentacles gripped her arms and legs, and drew her into the mass of oozing jelly. Her powers all but gone, she could only writhe feebly as the mass of jelly enveloped her, coccooning her body and pressing her arms and legs tightly together. Just as it was about to cover her head, a voice rumbled out. "Enough, my pet! Leave her alive for now." Weakly, Supergirl turned her head to try and see who was speaking, but she couldn't see for the shadows...

After a time, our superheroine slowly became aware of her surroundings. Memory was a bit jumbled at first, but when cold reality hit, she surged to her feet.... Or tried to. Instead of leaping to her feet like the heroine she was, she sorta staggered to her feet weakly, barely able to support herself. There was still Kryptonite in the area, though not enough to kill her, nor render her unconscious, just drained of all her superpowers.
From a loudspeaker in one corner of our cell, the Joker's voice rang out. "Welcome back to the land of the living, my dear. HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"I'm glad you think it's funny, Joker! What do you want from me?" Thinking on her feet, she walked over to the bars, steeled herself, then hit the bar as hard as she could. Though no damage was done to the bar, she felt no pain either. "Well," she muttered, "at least that seems to work."
"What I want from you is simple, my dear. I want you. Whole, entire, everything from start to finish. I have drained you of your powers, and soon I plan to drain your free will, and turn you into my super slave."
Supergirl had been thinking about how she could possibly escape, but that remark brought her around. "YOU WHAT?"

"I have.... ER... acquired a device that I have been told is powerful enough to wipe even your mind clear of all the cluttering 'goody two shoes' thoughts, and re-make you into something more my style."
Shuddering at that thought.... she said, "and what would you do with me then? Assuming, of course, I don't figure out some way to regain my powers and beat you."
The Joker sighed over the intercom. "If you have to ask me that, then you are way too overloaded with goodness. Think about it... because in a moment, that's all you'll be able to do." A scraping noise made her spin around. A heretofore hidden door had opened, and a metal monster rolled in, thin steel tentacles waving madly. One shot towards our weakened heroine. More from sheer luck than super-speed, she managed to avoid the first one, but the second one snagged her cape, and jerked her off her feet. It took little time for her arms and legs to be immobilized by more steel tentacles. Then, more tentacles shot out, and wrapped themselves tight around her chest, coiling around her breasts and squeezing them. One other appendage appeared and forced its way beneath her uniform panties and began caressing her clit.
"Ohhh," she gasped. "Why.....are ...you doing... that?"
The Joker replied, "Because I can. And to insure that your mind and body will be too busy.... er....enjoying themselves to put up much of a struggle."
A wave of intense pleasure hit our entrapped heroine and she arched her back, even though she knew she was in deep trouble. She struggled mentally to remain focused on her predicament, but found it increasingly difficult to do so. Thoroughly ensnared, Supergirl was dragged through the opening... to a fate which she was yet fully unaware!

Our heroine was dragged down a long, dim hall. Vague shadows of evil looking devices sent chills up her spine, conflicting with the increasing sexual feelings rampaging through her. If she was to get out of this one, she was gonna need help. Summoning all her remaining super-powers, she managed to pull one arm down to her belt, where she flipped on her emergency-signaling device. Now, if only someone could receive it...
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High above the Earth's surface, Wonder Woman screamed along in her invisible jet, doing just over Mach 1. She was returning to New York City after visiting her mother on Paradise Island. She was looking forward to... A small red light on the invisible jet's cockpit panel began flashing wildly.
"Great Hera!" she exclaimed. "That's Supergirl's distress signal." She checked her instruments." The signal's almost too weak to receive clearly." After a moment of fiddling with some controls, she was able to pinpoint the location of the distress signal. "The North East?" She shrugged, knowing how Supergirl hated to use the emergency signal. If it was indeed her, then she must really be in trouble! Aiming her jet towards the Northeast, she pushed the throttles to their limits.
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In Gotham City, Barbara Gordon's purse started to vibrate. Automatically, she opened it and glanced at what appeared to be a regular old beeper, but in reality was a receiver tuned to the emergency frequency used by Supergirl and Wonder Woman. It was Supergirl and she was in trouble! She put the receiver back in her purse and turned to her date. "I'm sorry, but you'll have to excuse me. Something's come up that I really must deal with." For which I am grateful, she added silently. You are one boring date! Her date mumbled some words about making it up some other time, them immediately sought out another woman to make time with. Jerk, she thought, and left him stuck with the bill. Racing to her car, she started it up and roared off to the north, pulling an unobtrusive black leather case out from under the front seat. Popping the latches with one hand, she flipped the lid open to reveal her Batgirl costume. "I just hope I'm not too late..."she prayed silently.
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Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Uncle Bob was just getting ready.........OOPS, wrong story! (heh! Gotcha!)

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Meanwhile, Supergirl had all but succumbed to the driving sexual tidal waves that raced through her. She was almost devoid of will power and the urge to resist these feelings diminished by the second. Her writhing in her bonds was more from sexual frustration than of thoughts of escape. There was one small corner of her consciousness that refused to give though, and stubbornly fought to maintain her sense of self and the thought that she really was in deep trouble. She had been placed on a metallic table and her arms and legs were strapped down, using leather straps that had been impregnated with Kryptonite dust, to ensure that she would remain weak as a kitten.
Robotic appendages still ravaged her, circling and caressing both breasts and her clit. Her uniform was roughly pulled aside to allow free access to all her private areas. She gasped when she felt a real hand touch a nipple instead of the cold flexible steel. The arms stopped moving, and the sexual tension subsided a little. Panting heavily, she opened her eyes to see the Joker's clownish face almost directly above hers. "What... do ...you ...want from me?" she gasped.
"Your body for one thing," laughed the Joker. "I always wanted to do a superheroine.... or in your case, a not so superheroine...."

As Supergirl struggled to free herself from the bonds that held her to the table, Wonder Woman's jet set down outside the mine entrance, just about the same time Batgirl's car bounced up the two lane cowpath someone generously called an access road. Having taken advantage of the thick forest, Barbara had already changed to her tight fitting purple Batgirl suit.
"I guess you heard the emergency signal too, " Wonder Woman asked.
"Yeah," replied Batgirl. "Though the shocks in my car are never going to be the same. Why couldn't she get into trouble someplace easy to access?" Both chuckled, but it was a chuckle born more of nervousness than anything else. If something was bad enough for Supergirl to call for help.....did they stand a chance? But, they were superheroines, so....
Wonder Woman gestured towards the mine entrance. "I'm assuming that's where we need to go?"
Batgirl nodded. "Once I got to this general area, I called up a map of the area on my computer. If this is the mine on the map, yes, this is the only open entrance. The others have been covered by cave-ins."
"Let's go." They headed to the mine, unaware that their presence had been detected. Down in the Joker's hideout, alarms sounded as the two heroines entered the cave. Joker flicked on a monitor and saw them heading down the shaft. "Well, this could prove to be a sticky wicket....for them!" He cackled with glee as he entered several commands into the control panel in front of him.
In the shaft, Wonder Woman and Batgirl were momentarily blinded as powerful floodlights came on, bathing the area in high intensity light. Small openings appeared in the cave wall, and small nozzles poked out and began shooting streams of goo onto the cave floor. It turned clear and almost invisible. The lights faded to a more tolerable level, and our heroines could see again. "Careful, Batgirl. Something's up..."
"Yes. Those lights certainly weren't here for our amusement."
A voice echoed out to them, coming seemingly from everywhere. "That's right, Batbroad....But they were here for mine!" Joker's trademark raucous laughter echoed for miles it seemed. The two moved forward faster, knowing that when Joker was involved, anything was possible.
They entered a wide area in the mineshaft, and suddenly found their feet stuck to the floor, ankle deep. Before, either could react, more streams of the goo shot forth, coating each of them in thick layers of the translucent glop. "Uhnh," Wonder Woman, bathed in the glop, exerted her Amazon strength to the utmost, but could only pull her arms and legs away from her body a few inches before the goop drew them back.
Batgirl was not so fortunate. She did not possess Amazon strength, so was meeting with no success at all. In fact, she had fallen, and gotten her head in the glop, and was just barely able to get her face out of the goo and get her arms and knees under her before the gluey morass immobilized her. Still, it was a strain, because it had coated her entire body and cape, making it feel much heavier. "We've....got... to...get....free!"
Supergirl watched in helpless horror as the two heroines struggled for their lives. "How could you?"
The Joker turned to her. "Simple. Just pushed a few buttons...Speaking of which...now that we won't be interrupted for a while....." He touched another button and a small apparatus dropped from the ceiling. Placing it on the thrashing victim's head, he flipped a switch, and pulsing lights raced around the brim. "Now, to make you mine....."
Immediately, Supergirl found her sense of self, her sense of purpose, being drained away, and no amount of will power could stop her slow descent into mindlessness. "And just to make things even worse, your persona isn't going to be wiped, simply transferred to a computer bank, complete with visual and aural monitors so that you may see EVERYTHING that I plan to do to your luscious body...."

DOES SUPERGIRL STAND A CHANCE? CAN WONDER WOMAN AND BATGIRL GET FREE OF THEIR GOOEY TRAP IN TIME? YOU DECIDE!
While Supergirl struggled to maintain her identity, Wonder Woman and Batgirl had their own problems with the glop that had so far managed to hold them fast. Wonder Woman had succeeded in yanking one arm free of the muck, but was unable to do anything with it. She needed two arms to cast her lasso.... or did she? Closing her eyes and her mind to the outside world, she sent a mental command to her lasso, which, thank Hera, seemed to be resisting the gooey slime. With her will, she sent it out making it coil around a stalagmite at the far end of the room. Summoning all her power, she pulled.... and felt herself ripping free, though pain racked all her joints.
Batgirl, was solving the problem a different way. Lacking the strength of Wonder Woman, she still managed to pull her Bat-rope from her utility belt and fired it. The titanium grapple plunged deep into the far wall and she hit the recoil button, hoping the miniature motor had the oomph to pull her free. Her arm felt like it was being yanked from its socket and the little servomotor whined in protest, but soon she was free as well.
Taking a few precious seconds to spray solvent on herself and Wonder Woman, Batgirl headed deeper into the cave, entering a room lined with computer banks, and a table in the middle. On the table lay Supergirl with some sort of contraption on her head. Before Joker could say a word, Wonder Woman cleaned his clock with a right hook that would have easily toppled the Statue Of Liberty, while Batgirl set about reversing the machine, then helping the weakened Supergirl from the table and away from the crippling Kryptonite.
Joker was taken into custody and sent back to Arkham, vowing that he would someday have what he wanted.....

THE END