TINA THE TERRIBLE
by CANUN6

"What are you doing here?!?" The little girl jumped, froze, and then
turned around slowly. When she saw her challenger, her jaw dropped,
and she seemed frightened at first, but then she brought up her weapon
and aimed directly at Supergirl.

Supergirl had been on her way home after a long night helping fire
fighters with a blaze up in the hills. It was dawn before the fire had been
extinguished. Now the sun was up, and although another beautiful late
August Saturday was beginning, all she just wanted to go home to bed!
But when she saw the broken window at the high school, she thought
that perhaps she might finally be able to put a stop to the vandalism that
had been plaguing local schools lately. Her super senses indicated that
there was only one 'perp', now in the gym. It looked like a girl in her
early teens, or even younger, and Supergirl thought that a brief
confrontation, some stern words and a quick trip to the girl's parents
would probably be enough to set her back on the straight and narrow.
She quietly flew in the broken window, through the empty corridors
lined with lockers, and into the gym, where she noiselessly alighted a
few meters behind the girl, who was wrestling with an equipment chest
cover. She stood with her hands on her hips, feet apart, head back and a
brilliant smile on her face, and asked in stern voice, "What are you doing
here?!?"

When she turned around, Supergirl almost laughed. The 'vandal' was a
skinny little girl, who couldn't have been much older than ten. She wore
loose fitting 'camouflage' shirt and pants, had short brown hair, glasses,
and carried something that looked like a 'SuperSoaker', now aimed at
Supergirl's chest. The 'SuperSoaker' had been modified, and Supergirl's
super vision revealed some odds and ends of electronics and a battery
inside it. "Our little saboteur seems to have an interest in electronics",
she thought. . . "a little 'protogeek' with an overactive imagination.
Probably seen too many old episodes of 'Mission impossible'".
Supergirl's heart went out to the child, and her stance softened a little,
and she said softly, "You could be in big trouble. What's your name?"

The little girl looked up uncertainly, shifted her feet and replied in a tiny
voice, "I'm Tina. . .", then in a war cry, "'TINA THE TERRIBLE', and
you're going to be in big trouble if you don't back off!"

"Did you break into this school?", asked Supergirl, taking a step
forward.

"Back off, or I'll shoot!", shouted Tina.

At that, Supergirl did laugh. "Come on...", she said, "who are your
parents? Do they know that you're in here?" Putting on a stern
expression in spite of herself, Supergirl held out her hand and said, as if
talking to a dangerous felon, "OK, let me have that weapon!"

"NO!", shouted Tina, and pulled the trigger.

Inside the plastic toy, circuitry sprang to life. Within several
nanoseconds of the closing of the trigger switch, a very sensitive
detector was feeding the weak signals from Supergirl's brain into a
sophisticated analyzer. Although different from those of a normal
human, the very broad band analyzer finally (in a few microseconds)
identified recognizable patterns in the kilomegahertz range. The circuit
would have been surprised, had it had that capability, as this was tens of
thousands of times the frequency of nerve impulses originating in earth
creatures. However, as an experimental device, it had been built with a
much wider bandwidth than might be ultimately needed, it quickly
adjusted its transmission frequency to match and, drawing a heavy
current from the battery, sent out a complex and surprisingly powerful
EM signal which made subtle alterations in the targeted nervous system.
The result was that one brain component was completely shut down,
(like a retina blinded by a flash of light).

Some LEDs blinked, and Supergirl felt a slight tingle wash through her
body, but that was all. She growled, as she had so many times before to
dangerous criminals, "That didn't do anything".

"That's just what my sister Kelly said", remarked Tina, still looking a
little scared, and watching the Maid of Might carefully.

"Enough fooling around", said Supergirl, "I'm taking you out of here",
but as she started forward this time, she suddenly froze. . . Her eyes took
on a surprised look, and in a tiny far away voice she said, "I feel so
strange. . ."

"Kelly said that, too", announced Tina, and her piercing gaze never left
the eyes of the Girl of Steel. Supergirl's eyes defocussed, and she
wavered, slightly.

"YES!!", roared Tina, bouncing on her toes.

At the shout, Supergirl winced, and yanked her hands to her ears, her
head suddenly began to vibrate from one hand to the other! Her arms
became rigid as her head bounced back and forth between her hands at
an incredible rate, her surprised and pained expression blurred and her
hair exploded in a riotous cloud of gold as the pitch of the vibration
climbed several octaves. Suddenly, all motion stopped, Supergirl's eyes
rolled up into her head, she fell full length onto her face and lay still!

"Whoa", gasped Tina, "Kelly never did THAT!" Suddenly doubtful and
a little contrite, Tina ran to the fallen Maid of Might and poked her
shoulder asking, "Hey, Supergirl, are you OK?!?"

Supergirl was completely limp. Tina rolled her over, and pushed up one
eyelid (only white was visible). "I've killed her!", sobbed Tina, "I didn't
mean to do that! I didn't mean to!" She leaned forward, and lay her
head on Supergirl's chest mentally pleading with her to come back to
life. She felt Supergirl move! She was breathing! She wasn't dead!
With that, Tina dried her eyes and with that speed only possible in
children and was all business again. "Lets see", she thought. . "I should
record this so I can study it later. I saw some video equipment in the
coach's office. I can set it up and then 'study' Supergirl just like I did
Kelly!" She ran off to find the camera.

Supergirl's consciousness slowly reassembled itself, like raindrops
running together on a leaf. At first, she had no idea where she was or
what had happened, and just lazily enjoyed the sensations of the things
surrounding her, as if waking up from a long sleep. But soon it became
apparent that things weren't quite normal. . . there seemed to be too
much 'going on'. She was much more aware of her own heartbeat and
the sound of the air rushing through her with each breath than normal.
In fact, as she thought about it, she realized that she was also hearing the
click of beetles (in the walls?), the hum of what seemed like an
enormous swarm of flying insects near and far, the songs of a multitude
of birds, the babble of many people. . . their talk, laughter, sounds of
their cars and other machinery. The cacophony was nearly deafening!
Though her eyes were still closed her surroundings were almost
unbearably bright, and she was aware of walls, floors, windows, and
landscapes outside them, all in incredible detail. Still taking stock of her
state, she realized that she smelled an overwhelming variety of aromas,
some pleasant, some vile, as though everything, decaying plants, electri-

cally generated ozone, hot oils, warm wood, metal, small animals, and
people were all immediately under her nose. What was going on?!?

She carefully began to raise her arm, and suddenly was awash in a sea of
intense sensations. . . The feeling of her clothes sliding over her skin,
the tickle of each tiny hair bending as it was rubbed, the squeal of the
fabric of her uniform, the sudden shift in temperature of parts of her
body as her arm stirred a gentle breeze, and cast a shadow over part of
her face. Normally below the level of conscious perception, these things
arose in a tsunami of sensation, threatening to drown her emerging
consciousness and send her whirling back to oblivion. But she held on.
She froze, and softly began "where am. . . " and stopped short as she
began to understand that the sudden horribly loud roaring was the sound
of her own voice. She lay perfectly still, trying to collect her thoughts
amid the waves of perception washing over her, all seemingly
demanding her undivided attention. Somehow, something was
amplifying her senses. She couldn't shut anything out. For some reason,
she could no longer ignore that infinite number of inconsequential
sensations that we normally simply 'tune out'. Finally she remembered
her encounter with nasty little Tina. Could there be some connection?

"I've got to get out of here!", she decided. As she opened her eyes and
moved her head slightly, the universe seemed to swirl around her,
momentarily sending her mind into a dizzying spiral, but she closed her
eyes tight, and held herself rigid, and the vertigo, nausea and
disorientation waned. Each movement generated sensations that
threatened to engulf her struggling consciousness, but by moving as little
of her body as possible and only very slowly she was able to retain some
control. She didn't dare fly, but walked her legs slowly forward on her
knees. She felt that once she had her legs under her, she could raise her
body, and then stand, and finally walk.

Tina returned, just then with her arms full of video equipment, and her
hands busy removing a rubber band holding a cassette box closed.
When she entered the gym, she was surprised to see Supergirl moving,
with her bottom up in the air slowly swaying from side to side as she
inched her knees forward, keeping her head motionless on the floor.
Tina's lips curled into a twisted grin, she whispered "Oh no you don't",
stretched the rubber band between thumb and index finger an let fly at
the beautiful 'target' that Supergirl was presenting. The elastic hit Super-
girl on the left buttock, and the response was electric. . . As pain shot
through her, mixed with strangely pleasurable sensations produced when
the minute waves generated in her flesh by the impact radiated outward,
stimulating the very sensitive bundles of nerve in her anus and genitals,
Supergirl started, began a scream, which immediately became a whimper
as she fought to turn off the deafening blast of her own voice, and then
her consciousness was shattered by the sudden tidal wave of mixed
sensations, and she blacked out again. The great Supergirl, felled by a
rubber band!

Tina could barely contain herself, hopping up and down, clapping her
hands, and laughing. When she calmed down, she set up several
cameras, each recording Supergirl from a different angle, and then
stepped forward and with great ceremony, began to lecture to the
recorders as though she was a scientist being interviewed for 'NOVA' or
the Evening News.

"The device I hold in my hands. . .", she began ponderously, holding up
the modified 'SuperSoaker', "was built by my uncle. He's a great
scientist, although no one knows it yet! It works a little like an
electroencephalograph, and a little like a magnetic resonance imager,
and a little like a radio transmitter", she lectured, proud of the number of
polysyllabic words she had managed to squeeze into that sentence.
When 'fired' at a brain, it first records the rhythm of the nerve impulses,
sorts them and finally fires an electromagnetic pulse of just the right
frequency to shut down most of the nervous system's internal inhibitors.
These inhibitor 'subroutines' make normal life possible. They help all
living things become 'used to' most stuff and let us focus on the new
things in our environment. I lets us 'shut out' repetitive TV commercials,
all conversations but our own, all the words on a page but the ones we
are 'reading', and so on. In short, it keeps us from drowning in a sea of
sensation, and lets our consciousness focus on new and important
items."

She paused, and then added, a little lamely, "My uncle, whom I've been
visiting for the past few weeks here in 'Silicon Valley', invented it while
trying to develop an electronic alternative to anesthesia, but it didn't shut
down the right mental subroutines, and he couldn't see any use for it.
He's still working on his electronic anesthetizer. I 'borrowed' this thing
from his 'junk pile'! I got it working and tried it on my elder sister,
Kelly, (she's a senior in high school now, and used to be a royal pain in
the butt, always telling me what to do, and how to talk and what to
wear!) when she was 'baby sitting' me last week at my uncle's cabin in
the mountains. She was 'terminally confused' for nearly the entire week.
. . I put her through all kinds of experiments, (see tapes one and two),
but she was OK when our uncle came to pick us up at the end of the
week. She's been scared stiff of me ever since, and I can get her to do
anything I want! Lets see about this Supergirl, now!" She put the
'SuperSoaker' aside and picked up a wooden ruler from the nearby desk.
Holding it as a professor might in front of a large class, she approached
the Girl of Steel.

Supergirl had begun to stir. Very slowly she straightened first one
appendage, then another, finally bringing her hands under her shoulders
until she was lying on her stomach apparently ready to do push ups. She
then, at a snail's pace, straightened her arms, pushing herself up off the
floor, and then bringing first one leg then the other under her. Tina was
surprised. . . Her sister hadn't been able to move coherently for an entire
day after being 'treated'!

As Tina watched, Supergirl, brow furrowed in concentration, raised
herself to a standing position at nearly the rate that grass grows.
Balancing precariously, she found she could reduce the flood of feelings
from her body by holding her arms out to the sides, leaning forward so
that her skirt didn't keep brushing her thighs, and tilting her head so that
her hair fell past her shoulders touching as little of herself as possible.
Although the room still seemed to dip and turn crazily as she moved her
head, she began to make some sense of her surroundings, and launched
herself in a slow lurching gait toward the door.

Tina Walked up behind the Staggering Supergirl and, ready to jump
away at the first sign of danger, tapped the out thrust behind of the Maid
of Might with her ruler. Supergirl froze at the sudden and unexpected
explosion on her posterior. A muffled whimper escaped her. She stood
rigidly, trying to reign in her splintering consciousness as waves of
sensation, tactile and auditory, swept through her chaotic universe. Tina,
playing for the cameras, tapped the buns of steel again taunting, "You
are a bad girl to try to get in my way, Supergirl, and I'm going to give
you a good spanking!"

Each light slap of the ruler drove a whimper from the Girl of Steel, and
caused involuntary muscle spasms starting in her Gluteus Maximus and
radiating outward, echoing back and forth through her body. Tina tried
to keep the whacks light enough so that Supergirl wouldn't faint.

An unconscious subject wasn't very interesting. She placed slap after
slap on Supergirl's quivering bottom and upper thighs, continuously
scolding the much larger girl as the Maid of Might finally found her
voice and began to plead in pathetic whimpered gasps seemingly driven
from her with each tap of the ruler. . . "Please. . .!? Stop. . .! Why. . .?
Who. . .? How. . .? No. . ! Don't. . .! Not there. . .! Please. . .!?"

As the torment went on, Supergirl's body began to vibrate more, her
breasts swinging inside her tight shirt and her clothing sliding over her
body stimulated undeniable, uncontrollable feelings that were far from
painful! Her nipples hardened, and her clitoris became engorged,
making them even more sensitive to the unexpected ministrations of her
own clothing! The sensations awakened memories and fantasies which
fed upon and amplified the storm of lust that was overtaking her until the
Super Heroine was nothing but a moaning, whimpering, stuttering, quiv-

ering mass of erogenous activity. Unknown to Tina, the vibrating,
drooling, pleading Supergirl was being swept down a tunnel of
undeniable lust toward a cataclysmic orgasm! She was almost there
when Tina suddenly stopped!

Supergirl's muscle spasms had given Tina an idea! Eyes staring, mouth
open, the whimpering Girl of Steel shivered, nearly lost her balance.
Tina, with an evil grin, fished in her 'utility belt' and came up with her
sewing kit. She extracted two of the largest needles, and approached
Supergirl again, holding one in each hand. She pricked Supergirl's right
hip and was pleased when the Maid of Might responded with a squeak
and a jerk of her hips to the left! Tina noted the distance of the hip
motion, then holding a needle near Supergirl's right hip, she prodded her
in her left. This time, Supergirl peeped and jerked right, but, upon
hitting the needle on her right, jerked back to the left, to repeat the
process! Tina had the Girl of Steel performing an involuntary hula! By
pulling the needles apart, she could lower the rate, while pushing them
together raised the frequency to a point where Supergirl's skirt billowed
up, and her bottom blurred, producing a low humming sound!. Tina had
figured out what had caused the Maid of Might's head to vibrate between
her own hands when this all began!

She continued to experiment with the hapless heroine. Tina stopped her
assault on Supergirl's buttocks, and left her to calm down a bit, but
before the spasming stopped completely, she was at it again. She held
the needles on either side of Supergirl's left hand, and drove it to
blurring speed, humming at different pitches. Then holding needles just
in front of and behind her left knee caused an awkward one legged
'dance', nearly pitching the blond avenger onto her face!

When Tina finally stopped and stepped back to give the videos a good
view, The Maid of Might was a sweating, gasping, shaking, bundle of
nerves, hopelessly aroused, and begging for release in a tiny mewling
voice. Her nipples seemed ready to poke through her top, while, in her
bent position, her unusually long clitoris made a very visible, wiggling
point in the cloth covering her crotch as it pressed outward. Tina had
just noticed this, and was fascinated!

In her experiments, she had thoroughly examined her older sister, (and
herself!), and knew that just touching Kelly's nipples or clit while she
was under the influence of the anti-anesthetizer would send her into a
rush of violent orgasms, convulsing her and producing a copious,
smelly, slippery discharge from her sex. Tina hadn't had an orgasm
herself yet (though she'd tried), and had been enthralled by her sister's
display. Needless to say, she had kept Kelly climaxing for nearly an
hour, and, without realizing it nearly dehydrated the poor girl. Kelly
was well endowed, with 36-C breasts and wide hips but she certainly
didn't have the kind of clitoris Tina now saw before her, waving, seem-
ingly begging for attention! She couldn't wait to see how Supergirl
reacted to the same stimuli!

She tiptoed up behind Supergirl, and lightly flicked that Superclit with
the tip of her ruler. All hell broke loose! The Maid of Might
disappeared in what sounded like an explosion, the ruler splintered, and
Tina's hand went numb. Tina shook now. . . in fear! She saw a deep
depression in the floor where Supergirl had been standing, and bits of
the ruler lying about, but no sign of the Girl of Steel! Sweeping her
frightened eyes around the gym revealed nothing until she looked up,
drawn by a creek of rending metal. A pair of legs dangled from the
ceiling where Supergirl was imbedded, but the damaged supports were
letting go, and the Maid of Might plummeted like a stone toward Tina!
The little girl was too numb and frightened to move, and the 'Super
Stone' missed her by inches, further damaging the floor. Tina just
shook. . . she finally realized that she was playing with dynamite, and
wanted OUT!

Calling upon some inner strength from her ninja fantasies, the little girl
pulled herself together and began to run, but stopped when she heard
Supergirl moving behind her! If the Girl of Steel was recovering this
fast, she'd never get away! What could she do! She had to do
something or she'd be captured! Her gun! . . . She had to give Supergirl
another shot! She wildly searched the room, and after what seemed a
century, spotted the 'toy' on the other side of the room! She ran to it,
diving and sliding (like the first rate baseball player she was) the last few
yards, yanked up the gun, aimed it at the slowly rising Supergirl and
fired!. . . Nothing happened! "Maybe the battery's dead! Maybe
something's come disconnected! Maybe something burned out!
Omigod, omigod, omigod, whatamigonnado!!!" The words ran together
in her rapidly churning mind. She froze as a still groggy Supergirl
staggered towards her! Then, without thinking, she emulated scenes
she'd loved in several commando movies. . . she tuned her weapon
around, and yelling, "YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!!", swung it
like a club at the befuddled Maid of Might. The plastic butt bounced off
Supergirl's right temple, causing such a riot of sensation in the still
recovering heroine that she once again lost consciousness.

Tina looked in shock at what she'd just done. . . She'd knocked out
Supergirl! But she knew that it wouldn't last long. She had to do
something to immobilize her enemy long enough to allow her to get
away. She saw the heavy climbing ropes, coiled along one wall, but
realized that they would never hold Supergirl. There was nothing
stronger than Supergirl. Only Supergirl was as strong as Supergirl. . .
That was it!!

Tina cautiously approached the super heap on the floor and gently poked
a limp hand with her foot. The hand flopped over, completely slack!
Without more invitation, she rolled the blue and red clad heroine onto
her back. Then with much straining, managed to raise Supergirl's
seemingly lifeless shoulders and push them over onto her legs. The
wonderfully supple body simply folded at the hips leaving Supergirl's
head and shoulders on the floor between her splayed legs. With a great
deal more straining, and some levering with a steel bar, Tina managed to
hook Supergirl's right ankle behind her neck, and fastened it there with a
strand of her own golden hair! Soon the left ankle joined (and was
joined to) the right ankle. Finally, Tina crossed Supergirl's arms behind
her head and knotted her elbows to her ankles with more golden cords.
Wanting to ensure her immobility, Tina continued to tie strands of hair
about the hapless heroine's arms and ankles until there were none left,
and the Girl of Steel had been trussed up into a sort of Super turkey,
ready for the oven! But Tina wasn't finished yet!

She dragged the still unconscious form across the floor to a set of rings,
ran to the wall and released the winch that held them. When they hit the
floor, she ran back with an 'S' shaped piece of steel, she'd found near in a
pile of plastic crowd control chains. She slipped one loop of the 'S'
through Supergirl's hair, and the other onto one of the rings, then raced
back to crank the winch and raise the swinging blue and red clad figure
off the floor. She fixed the winch when Supergirl was suspended a few
feet above the floor, picked up a meter stick, and then hesitantly slipped
behind the swinging figure, fear and curiosity alternately pulling her
little frame toward and then away. She poked Supergirl in the ribs with
the meter stick. The Maid of Might twitched, and whimpered quietly,
but otherwise seemed safe to approach. There was no further explosive
activity.

A little bolder, now, Tina moved in front of her dangling captive. As
she looked up between those powerful buttocks, past the muscular thighs,
over the massive breasts at the strained face of the blonde superheroine,
eyes squeezed shut, teeth gritted, Tina was again awed by the incredible
strength conspicuous in that incomparable body. The realization of the
awesome abilities of this 'tiger' she had by the tail chilled her, and
almost sent her running, but her curiosity held her. She reached out and
very gently drew the tip of the meter stick slowly along Supergirl's thigh,
starting just behind her right knee, to pause where the awesome flesh
disappeared under that blue leotard. Muscles quivered in the wake of its
wooden tip, and Supergirl's eyes opened, but failed to focus. She was
still totally disoriented, Tina realized, and grew more reckless.

She used the tip of the stick to sketch little circles over her captive's
buttocks, admiring the swelling of the massive muscles as they quivered
and flexed. She let the tip wander into the canyon of Supergirl's crotch,
and slowly, lightly drew it from her anus almost to her clitoris which
was poking a tiny tent of blue cloth up at the end of the valley. It
shivered at Tina's approach, but, shuddering at the memory of the
violence of her last touch there, Tina steered the smooth warm wood
around the tiny sentry, and let it meander up the powerful abdominals,
eliciting twitches, of individual muscles, and now and again, squirming
of that entire awesome body. The stick wandered up to the mountain of
the right breast where it was pressed against, and bulging over the inside
of the Girl of Steel's right thigh, just below her knee. Tina pressed on,
slowly circling the enormous breast, closer and closer to the rock hard
nipple so obvious, distorting the bold 'S' logo of her uniform.
Squirming increased, huge muscles flexed and shivered, eyes wandered
anxiously, questioning moans and whimpers escaped her drooling mouth
as the stick drew closer to her blue covered, diamond hard nipple.

When the tip of the stick finally met the tip of the breast, the result was
electric! Both nipples seemed to grow, every muscle tensed, and her
clitoris actually began to vibrate so rapidly that it produced a soft
humming!

"Guess I know what rings your chimes, now" whispered Tina to herself
with false bravado. In fact, she knew the power of the body she was
toying with, and was nearly scared to death. As much a prisoner of her
own curiosity as Supergirl was of her bondage, Tina slid the stick over
the other breast, teasing that nipple as well, eliciting increasing turmoil
and further exciting that unbelievable clitoris. Tina trailed the point
languorously down the crumpled stomach, lightly brushing the sweat
dampened thighs with the side of the stick, finally circling the blurry,
humming nubbin. Supergirl was panting like a puppy, after a long run,
breath hissing through her teeth as her bondage clamped her head to her
chest. Her slightly crossed eyes staring into and through her own belly,
as she rode her overpowering arousal higher and higher. As Tina
brought the tip into contact with that buzzing button, she pressed down
hard. Supergirl seized! Her eyes seemed to pop out of her head. Her
breathing stopped, while irresistible muscles involuntarily contracted,
crushing her invulnerable body in on itself! For a moment, only the
sound of joints popping and creaking could be heard, and then it ended
in a rush. Supergirl groaned, then gasped, a gush of hot fluid erupting
through the fabric of her leotard, to leak down the furrow between her
pulsating labia, stimulating a quivering of her anus, to drip onto the
polished wood of the gym floor. Her whole body shook, spasmed a
second time, and then hung, seemingly lifeless.

"Wow!", exclaimed Tina, as much relieved that she was still alive as she
was amazed by what she had just witnessed. "That was spectacular!!. . .
but I don't know how long she'll be out. I better get going!"

As she turned to go, Supergirl sighed, and Tina realized that she would
have to do something to keep her distracted if she should recover. She
thought briefly, then ran to her pack, pulling out her lunch. She brought
the juice box back to the slowly turning Supergirl and poured it over her,
being careful to wet her breasts and genitals. This was particularly easy
as the position in which she had been tied left both fully exposed, and
her nipples and clitoris still made little tents of that super costume, even
as she slept! Tina stepped back as the wasps that she had noticed earlier,
attracted to the sweet smell of the juice, one by one began to gather at
the feast!

Tina collected her belongings and started to unload the video tapes to
stuff them into her pack when she heard moans from the suspended
Supergirl. Still super sensitized, and now confused as she woke,
apparently unable to move and assailed by hundreds of little pinches,
pokes, prods, pulls, and pricks at her most sensitive and private places.
It was at once tickling, arousing and maddening! She opened her eyes to
see her breasts, covered with insects and nearly pressed into her face!
She squirmed and caught sight of her nether region just beyond, as it
wiggled into view with its own burden of creeping, buzzing, furry
horrors. Beyond that, she just caught sight of a little body wearing
camo-fatigues disappearing through the door.

For hours Supergirl swung helplessly above the gym floor, squirming
and twitching at the end of the long rope, her dazed mind swirled in a
turbulent torrent of tactile torment, dipping in and out of consciousness
as her system periodically overloaded and shut down. Tina had plenty
of time to make good her getaway. In fact, she got to her uncle's house,
stuffed her souvenir tapes into a shoulder bag in plenty of time to get to
the airport for the trip across the continent to her home in Boston. When
she leaped into the limo taking them to the airport, her sister, Kelly, was
wary of her breathless exuberance, wondering what sort of trouble she'd
gotten into, and hoping that it wouldn't spill over onto her. She cringed
when Tina leaned close and whispered in her ear, "I just beat up
Supergirl!!! I've got tapes to prove it! I'll show you when we get
home!"

"I don't want to see", shuddered Kelly, who, in fact, didn't want to spend
any more time with her nasty little sister than she absolutely had to.
Kelly still didn't understand what Kelly had done to her, that week alone
at the lake, but she now had a deep rooted fear of the little girl.

Tina reached up, and with a grin, pinched Kelly's left nipple as hard as
she could, with the cruelty only possible in someone who had never
experienced it herself. Even through the halter top the pain was intense.
Kelly's eyes filled with tears of pain, and she squealed pitiably. "We'll
watch it together, and maybe I'll try some of the neat stuff I did to her on
you, too!" teased Tina.

Kelly cowered, shivering, not daring to contradict her vicious little
sister. She shrank back, and nodded shakily "OK, OK, whatever you
say!"

During the rest of the trip in the Limo and on the plane, while Tina
endlessly told and retold her experience with the Maid of Might (or
'Made of Fright', as she began calling her), Kelly fell silent, and began
making plans. She didn't dare go up against Tina alone, but even
Supergirl had a reason to want to catch her 'rotten little sister' and she
would make a powerful ally. She would have to be very sneaky to keep
Tina from catching on, but Kelly felt she would be able to get in touch
with the Girl of Steel. There were several Web sites that claimed to
provide contact with the beautiful kryptonian. If she couldn't do it this
year, by the following September, Kelly would be off to college (if she
could keep her grades up) and out from under Tina's oppressive thumb.
Surely with all the resources of a university available, and no Tina to
obstruct things, she should be able to contact Supergirl and with her plot
Tina's demise. This would be fun. . . almost like an espionage novel
fraught with real danger, clandestine planning, and, hopefully, finally
meeting and working with the legendary heroine. Kelly hoped she could
pull it off!

***************
Hours later, as the plane carrying Kelly and Tina roared into a warm
California evening, Supergirl's twisted nervous system finally began to
reassemble itself. She realized, as she began to identify her own body's
aromas, hear the silence of the empty gym, and recognize the occasional
insect still exploring her contorted body, that she was becoming her old
self again, and that something very strange had just happened. She tried
to move, and to her great surprise found herself very restricted. She
struggled a bit, but nearly exhausted and still very sensitive from her
incredible experience, decided that perhaps it would be wiser to reflect
on her situation and try to recall exactly how she had gotten into this
predicament.

Recognizing she was in what looked like a high school gym, she
searched her still foggy memory and soon was replaying an almost
photographic recollection of the days events. In her mind's eye she saw
clearly a diminutive terrorist fire a toy like 'weapon' at her, and then the
memories became surreal, disjointed and confusing. Concentrating on
the unique image and sound of the little girl named Tina, Supergirl
managed to piece together the unexpected, confusing, arousing, and
humiliating events that had culminated in her being tied in a knot, and
left to dangle in a darkening gymnasium, in a state of constant, muddled,
helpless arousal. The all consuming concentration required for this ex-

traordinary feat of self discovery and healing involved more than just her
mind. Even as her amazing mind sorted out these events, her body
squirmed anew, as it too was drawn to relive those mind shattering few
hours.

Not far away, ms. Murray was trying to push her key into the side door
of the high school. She was surprised to have the door swing open
before the key was fully in the lock! Connie, as her friends called her,
suddenly wary, let the door glide to a halt, listening carefully for any
sounds within. There had been some vandalism lately in area schools,
and if that was going on here, she didn't want to walk in on a crowed of
hyped up teens unsuspecting.

Connie was the girls gym teacher, gymnastics, track, and basketball
coach, but this wasn't her career. She, like so many others, was hoping
to break into movies and television. She was in her mid twenties, and
had more than the usual healthful glow of the natives. Connie had been
a bodybuilder since her early teens, had been on the gymnastics team in
college, where she had studied acting, dance and physical education.
She also held a black belt in Karate, Tai Kwon Do, and had won several
Jiu Jitsu tournaments. Her beautiful face and full black hair flowing to
her muscular buttocks were certainly world quality, but her agent kept
complaining that her body was just 'too much' for American movies,
unless she wanted to try pornography, or breast reduction surgery, of
course. Although not a prude, Connie's straight laced upbringing in a
small town in southwestern Rhode Island put the former out of the
question. She would never be able to look her family in the eye if she
compromised her morals like that! Even in high school, she had had
large breasts, and had taken a lot of kidding for it. She had considered
surgery but after discussing it with her parents and her minister, and
writing a paper on the subject for Health, decided that unnecessary
surgical procedures were uncomfortable, possibly dangerous, and might
leave her in worse shape than she began (look at Jenny McArtney, who
was always complaining about a botched boob-job). If her boobs were
going to be large, she decided, she would have to become large enough
to carry them, so at the age of 14, already with a 38 D chest, she began
eating and working out like crazy. Fortunately, her high school coach
was both sympathetic, and accomplished, and was able to guide her
early development, and set her on the right track for spectacular gains.
By her mid twenties, Connie had become a bright, athletic, beauty with
considerable skills, and a magnificently proportioned body. . . at least for
a comic book superheroine! She had tried to get roles, but was even too
'exaggerated' for a place on the campy 'American Warriors' television
show.

Falling back on her significant athletic skills and college credits, she
took a job as supervisor of girl's athletics at this high school. Here she
could hide her spectacular figure in baggy sweats, work out for free in
the school's well equipped weight room, and enjoy the southern
California ambiance while she waited for the right movie role to come
along. She'd been at it for a little more than a year, and although she'd
done a little modelling for a national fitness magazine, been to quite a
few interviews, and even tried a little stunt work, she stayed at the high
school.

The main reason, she would have told anyone was that she liked
working with the kids, but deep down inside, although she wouldn't even
have admitted it to herself, she found the 'kids' 'stimulating' on a very
different level. She got a secret thrill out of spotting a young gymnast,
especially when it lead to handling the young athlete. The excited kisses
she shared with her team when they won and the group hug that buoyed
their spirits when they lost always gave her a secret tingling. She
watched her girls shower, commented on and helped them with their
posture, and at night floated through troubling but heady dreams
(forgotten upon waking) of darker, more intimate liaisons.

Connie crept silently into the gym, ready to bolt if things got dicey,
when she saw something so strange that, at first she didn't understand
what she was looking at. Hanging from the rings was a broad swatch of
bright red cloth, emblazoned with some sort of shield and topped with
golden hair. There was a moaning, humming sound coming from it, and
it undulated slowly. Forgetting her own safety in her curiosity, she
strode to the rings to get a better look. She was shocked to see a
beautiful girl apparently tied in a knot, writhing and moaning as she
swung by her hair. Yellow and black patches of wasps seethed over the
helpless girl's breasts and pubes!

"Damn those kids!", she hissed through clenched teeth. "They've strung
up a cheerleader! Wait 'till I get my hands on the little rat that's
responsible! Damn the administration for not getting rid of those wasps
when I complained last month! They're going to hear from me!"

She rushed forward shooing the insects off with her sweatshirt, put her
arms around the poor young lady, lifted her off the hook, and gently
carried her to her office, where she lay her on the battered couch at the
back wall. Connie had been surprised at the victim's weight, and now
was able to appreciate the massive muscles tensed in what appeared to
be a continuous. . . orgasm(?). Connie's sweats were wet where they had
pressed against the girl's crotch as she carried her, and in the enclosed
space of the small office, the view of that muscular landscape, its
sensuous writhing, moaning, and the heady aroma of sex set Connie off
balance.

"Hold on!", Connie thought. . ."get a grip on yourself! This kid is being
tortured, and you want to jump her bones?!?! She needs help!"

Connie leaned forward to examine the poor thing. The girl wasn't
wearing any school colors with which Connie was familiar, but her
clothing certainly looked like some kind of a uniform. Her legs had
been folded up against her sides, brought together and crossed at the
ankles just behind her head. It looked like they'd been tied together with
her own hair, as had her arms which had been brought up and crossed
behind them to help fasten them to her head. As a result, the blonde's
head was pressed forward, chin on her breast, and her magnificent body
rolled up like a used towel. She was soaked with sweat, breathing
rapidly, making little 'uh, uh, uh. . . ' sounds, eyes staring. Connie was
beginning to breath a little heavier now, and wondered briefly if this
beauty could see anything but her own enormous chest and the muscular
buttocks beyond.

She leant down dangerously close to the victim's crotch to be able to
look into her face, gently brushed aside the silken blonde hair and
whispered, "You're all right, now. I've got you down, and I'm going to
get you out of this. Try to relax, and it will all be over before you know
it."

Connie hurried to her desk, pulled out the large pair of shears she kept in
her top drawer, and returned to the girl, who was now beginning to quiet
down. Her eyes were no longer staring but were purposefully moving to
take in as much of the room as she could. When Connie entered her
field of view, her first words were, "You can't cut my hair!"

The blonde seemed dazed, and Connie thought that she was worried
about her hair. The sensuous human pretzel repeated, "You can't cut my
hair!" Connie spoke softly, trying to reassure her, "I want to get you out
of this as soon as possible. Don't worry, your hair will grow out again in
a few months."

"I'm really all right." said the blonde, growing calmer and more lucid
with each breath. It looked as though help had arrived just when
needed! "But you can't cut my hair. . . I'm Supergirl, . . . nothing you
have will touch it. Go ahead. . . try!"

Connie had certainly heard of Supergirl, and of her exploits in the area,
but had half dismissed the stories as urban legend in a league with
bigfoot and the loch Ness monster. Not sure what was going on, she
tentatively began scissoring a strand of hair. To her frustration she
found that no matter what she did, the hair slipped sideways in the
scissors, which then closed uselessly sliding along the length of the
golden fibers. When, holding the hair so as to put as little strain on the
golden head as possible, she used all her strength to pull the scissors
against the hair and close them, they broke!

"If you're as powerful as they say, how did you ever let this happen to
you?" queried Connie, still uncertain.

"Look. Its a long story, but I'm not going anywhere," Supergirl giggled.
"I'll tell you what happened, and maybe you can help me find out who
did this to me?"

"This may take a while," cautioned Connie, warily perusing the knotted
hair. "OK, lets get started!"

As Connie leaned forward to examine the knots, her hair slowly brushed
along the thigh and into the knee pit of the bound beauty, sparking a
wave of erotic sensation that telegraphed like an electric shock directly
to her suddenly bubbling, gooey, pulsing, pussy and from there to her
bursting breasts and swelling nipples. Supergirl gasped and swallowed,
trying to hold on to a tenuous equilibrium as a cloud of her pheromones
engulfed the two girls. Connie felt her ears redden, her breasts tingle,
and her belly melt. Startled, she pulled away, both girls were now
panting as they struggled with their most primitive and powerful
biological imperatives.

"Ohmigosh!" panted Connie, squeezing the back of the sofa with a grip
of death. "I'm so sorry!! I didn't mean to do that!!. . . But what did I
do?. . . What happened?!?!?"

"I guess I'm still 'sensitive'," breathed a gasping Maid of Might as she
fought the rising tensions her body was producing. "I think I'm going to
be OK", she added more confidently. "How are
you?"

"I'm better. . . I'm so sorry! I don't know what got into me! I'll try to be
more careful! Ready for a new try?" asked a flushed Connie.

"Lets do it!" replied Supergirl. "Just be careful what buttons you push",
she grinned. Both girls relaxed a bit. Connie put her hair up with
several pins from her desk, and began again.

For nearly an hour, Connie teased the stubborn knots out of the blonde
mane of the beauty bound on her couch while the Girl of Steel told a
strange and frightening tale of a child armed with a powerful weapon she
didn't understand, doing horrible things she couldn't possibly
comprehend to innocent people. During the exchange, they learned a
great deal of personal information about each other, too. They had a
surprising amount in common. Both were far from home with few friends,
both had unusual talents which were kept secret from their closest
associates, both were a little lonely, and uncertain of their place in life.

After Supergirl's limbs were finally freed, while Connie sat behind her
working on the last knots, The Maid of Might heard a whispered. . .
"Well, now that I've freed the powerful genie, are you going to grant me
any wishes?"

She turned slowly to look into the surprisingly serious eyes of her
benefactor. "Just ask," she smiled, reassuringly.

"I wish. . .", began Connie hesitantly, then hurried on. . . "I wish I could
see you again. . ."

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