The Crypt o' Night
by Alx Orange

Foxfire burned in the dark shadows of the concrete forest as the
Greyhound bus lurched to a curbside stop. Three sets of evil eyes
scanned the debarking passengers for fresh meat, finally focusing on one
pretty little slip of a girl with straight blonde hair. Her white top
and blue miniskirt hugged her budding curves a bit too tightly, but her
face radiated a sweet innocence that the Master would surely love. Yes,
she was another little runaway from Smallville come to Metropolis with
big dreams of envisioned glory. The gargoyles grinned, punching each
other and pointing. The night's prey had been selected.
The girl slung a red duffle bag over her shoulder as she stepped on the
curb. She cocked her head, flipped back her long blonde hair and made
her way down the street. She stopped on the corner under a streetlamp
and looked around with some puzzlement. What a sweet morsel! The
teenager cupped her breasts, blotted her lips and straightened her short
skirt. After a moment she took a deep breath and headed down a deserted
side street. This was almost too easy.
The abduction took only seconds. Skreech swooped down. The girl began to
run, tripped and lost her bag. The flying gargoyle dropped a net over
the girl. Gizzard leapt forward from the storm drain, pulled the netting
tight, and pitched the bundle to Volt. The massive Volt caught the
bundle as if it were nothing and disappeared down a manhole. The street
was once more quiet and deserted except for a red duffle bag resting in
the gutter like a bag of garbage.
The trio of creatures reassembled in the storm sewer below the street.
Volt carried the bundle over his shoulder, rudely grasping the unlucky
girl by her tight little ass. They descended rapidly through the tunnels
until they came to a lighted chamber deep in the sewer system. Volt
dumped the struggling bundle to the wet stone at his feet.
"Quiet, Girl." Volt nudged the squirming bundle with his boot.
"You...vile monsters," gasped the insolent teen.
"Shut up!" Gizzard smacked her once with his reptilian tail for
punctuation!
Skreech squealed his approval as the helpless girl rolled up in a ball
and whimpered "Stop...please."
"Remember, this girl is for the Master," Volt reprimanded, "Now,
Skreech, remove your net and let's take a better look at our snatch."

Everything had gone according to Supergirl's plan. She had set herself
up as bait and these stupid subhumans had taken it. She could have
broken free and pummelled these creatures at any time, but that would
have accomplished nothing. Other henchmen had been captured, but the
abductions had continued. It was their Master she wanted. The abductions
would stop only if the mastermind behind them were brought to justice.
Kara continued to wimper and wiggle weakly, being careful not to
actually rip the netting in which she was wrapped. She wondered what it
would be like to be without her super strength and struggle futilely
with all her might, but she found it difficult to imagine such a
horrific predicament. The skinny, winged gargoyle called Skreech freed
her from the net and, holding her arms behind her, lifted Kara to her
feet. He bound her wrists with a length of rope. Then he tossed the
loose end over a ceiling brace, pulled her off the ground, and tied off
the loose end. Dishevelled and on display, Kara hung by the rope, her
red pumps dangling several inches above the damp stone.
As they gawked at her nubile body, Supergirl examined the creatures who
had kidnapped her. The thin brown one with wings called Skreech looked
like some sort of humanoid pterodactyl. The green one called Gizzard had
a long crocodile-like snout and tail like a dragon. She had yet to hear
a name for the purple monster, but she had felt the awesome grip of his
gnarled fingers as he had carried her draped over his massive shoulder.
With pointed ears, huge feet and a wicked grin this apparent leader of
the group had all the features of the classic troll, including being
hung like a bull elephant! He idly scratched his balls as he gazed at
her.
"Remove her skirt," he commanded.
"Sweet cheeks," commented Gizzard, lifting the back of her skirt with
the tip of his tail. Whack! The leathery whip of a tail popped her
exposed bottom as it ripped away her tiny skirt.
"Ooh!" Kara exclaimed with genuine surprise. Deliberately trying to look
trashy, Kara wore no underclothes beneath the ultra thin long-sleeved
white bodysuit she had purchased from Victoria's Secret. She couldn't
help but blush a little now that it was all she wore. Supergirl was
going to enjoy crushing these vermin when the time came, but it would
have to wait if her plan was to succeed. She began to realize that
maintaining this deception was going to take all the self control she
could muster. She began to question her own plan. How far was she
willing to go? What if they intended to rape her? Supergirl had never
known sexual pleasure; after all, who on earth could possibly penetrate
her. Was it possible? Even for these evil monsters? She twisted back and
forth, kicking about with her legs. The audience seemed to like the
show.
"Hehe, 'em bare assed...oh yeah!" The high pitched voice of Skreech was
like nails on a chalk board.
"Whoa, hello baby!" Gizzard began to spank her ass with his tail.
Smack. Supergirl was in no real danger or pain. Whack. But it was
embarrassing. Smack. Yet Kara played her part. Crack. She tensed and
gasped at every blow. Whack. Her exposed bottom began to glow like that
of any normal girl. Thwack. The demons were licking their lips. Smack.
She felt the crotch of the bodysuit pulled tight in her ass. Crack. The
sensation was warm and wet. Smack. Playing the part of a tortured victim
aroused Supergirl. Whack. She had never known anything quite like this
warm, wet sensation inside. Smack. Kara groaned out loud!

"Enough Gizzard, she must not be damaged if we are to present her to the
Master," said Volt through clinched teeth.
"I think the slut likes it," spat Gizzard through his laughter.
The bodysuit fit the girl like a stocking and now showed several obvious
damp spots. "Please don't hurt me anymore," she begged.
Volt approached her as he spoke, "I am KillerVolt. They call me Volt,
and this is Gizzard..." Volt gestured at each gargoyle in turn. "and
this is Skrotum, though we call him Skreech. You, girl, are to be
offered as a gift to our master, the Wizard, who animated the stone
which held us."
"OhMyGod, why are you doing this to me," implored the girl?
"You will do as you are told..." stated Volt.
"Yes, yes, totally," agreed the girl.
"Or you will suffer." Volt pointed his gnarled middle finger at her
chest. An arc of electricity shot from his finger, sizzling in the foul
air. Little blue bolts danced across the blonde's pert breasts. Her
whole body bounced and her shocked tits shook. Tawny nipples became taut
and pressed against the thin white fabric of her bodysuit.
"Whee, U can't stop th' copper top," quipped Skreech.
"oooOOooh," moaned the pitiful victim!
"I told you the slut liked it," insisted Gizzard.
Volt stopped this torture. There was no resistance as the gargoyles
lowered their prize to the floor. Her arms were left bound behind her.
There was no real need to keep her bound, but a slave always looks more
presentable with her arms tied behind her back. A collar was placed
around her pretty neck to which a chain was fastened. Skreech took the
chain in hand and led her into the next chamber.
This chamber was unremarkable except for a red globe in the middle of
the otherwise blank wall. Volt shot a bolt of energy into the red globe.
The stone wall began to shimmer and flow like a grey liquid. A whirlpool
opening appeared in the middle. It grew in size, engulfing the wall in a
virtual maelstrom. The three gargoyles, their captive in tow, stepped
into the vortex and disappeared. The wall reformed behind them, leaving
only a damp chamber with stone block walls. The red globe was gone.

Supergirl tried to contain her excitement. These creatures were taking
her right to her target. She felt sure she was getting close now. They
had brought her into a natural cavern through what seemed to be some
sort of dimensional portal. The only illumination came from dark green
globes on the limestone walls. She noted a red globe on the wall behind
them, apparently the key to the dimensional portal.
"Let's go," said Volt.
Skreech gave the chain a tug. In the darkness Kara tripped over a rock,
stumbling to one knee. She was jerked roughly back to her feet and led
away. They came to the mouth of the cavern. It was nighttime, but a big
red moon was beginning to rise. A dimly lit tower could be seen far out
on a plain surrounded by mountains. It must be the Wizard's lair! Size
and distance were impossible to determine without any point of reference
in the dim light, but it appeared to be a long way.
"Skreech, fly ahead and let the master know we're coming," ordered Volt.
"Coming, hehe, knot breathing hard, hehe, yet," wheezed Skreech.
Gizzard took hold of Supergirl's chain. Skreech spread his wings and
launched himself into the air. He quickly disappeared into the darkness.
Volt and Gizzard headed out across the plain. Supergirl followed at the
end of her chain. As soon as she was brought before the Wizard these
creatures and their master would know her wrath.
Supergirl wondered how far they had to walk. After twenty minutes she
couldn't tell that they were any closer. The gargoyles took long
strides, forcing her to run fairly fast to keep up. The night air was
warm and humid. Kara could feel the thin fabric of her bodysuit getting
damp with perspiration. She took a deep breath. She was actually
becoming winded, yet Gizzard and Volt seemed annoyed by the slowness of
the pace.
"Come on, slut," grumbled Gizzard, jerking her chain.
"Gizzard, remove her chain," decided Volt. "I'll carry the cunt."
Gizzard detached the chain and looped it around his midsection like a
belt. Kara felt Volt's large hands grasp her under her arms and across
her breasts. As he had done earlier, he unceremoniously hoisted her up
and threw her over his shoulder, but this time it seemed rougher.
"Now, let's hurry," he said.
The gargoyles began to bound across the plain with huge, powerful
strides. Kara's abdomen bounced on Volt's muscular shoulder as though
she were being carried over the back of a galloping horse. She began to
slip once, but gnarled digits dug into moist fabric covering her anus as
his cruel hand gripped the crack of her upturned ass. The rush of wind
on her ass cheeks felt as if she were travelling in an open car. She was
amazed by the effortless speed of these creatures.
Kara sensed other even faster creatures flying overhead from time to
time. If they could see in the dark she realized they had a clear view
of her backside. It was humiliating to be carried like this and
Supergirl looked forward with relish to a time in the near future when
she would teach these monsters a lesson. But for now Kara continued to
play the part of a helpless captive, something she was finding easier
and easier to do. Since entering this other dimension the creatures had
either become stronger, more impressive than before; or she was weaker
and more vulnerable here.
Whatever the reason, Kara now found it much easier than before to
imagine her own helplessness as creature's rude hands gripped and
regripped her most private region. Once again arousal seized her young
body as she felt herself being fingered by Volt. Her body quivered as
she sucked in a trembling breath. Static sparks from Volts fingertips
popped her pussy through the wet fabric. She exhaled a gutteral moan.
Instinctively she began to squirm and rub herself against his felonius
phalanges. Her labored breathing became a rhythmic gasping. Never in her
life had Supergirl been this close to orgasm. Her head and hole throbbed
with the rushing of bodily juices.

Skreech met them at the base of the monolithic tower. Volt dumped the
girl on her butt. He shook his head in disbelief. What a slut! She had
actually started humping his hand as he carried her. Gizzard reattached
the chain and pulled her to her feet. Her face was flushed, her hair
wild and wanton. The damp bodysuit clung to her succulent body like a
second skin. The gargoyles hoped their master would be pleased.
Sometimes, for entertainment, he let them amuse themselves with their
captives.
"The master waits, er..." squealed Skreech, "Eyes promise 'm prize
snatch!"
"Let's go," replied Volt. "Gizzard, you bring the slut."
"Hell yeah!" Gizzard gripped the chain with his claws and tugged.
Three excited henchmen entered the tower lair of their master, the
Wizard. The scantily clad little blonde dutifully followed behind her
proud captors. The gargoyles led their captive down a long columned hall
to an ornate chamber. They entered the room and Volt stepped forward,
gesturing with his huge hand.
"Master, we come to present you with a gift. We bring you a pretty, but
slutty little slave we captured this very night."
Skreech giggled maniacally as Gizzard led the girl forward like a dog on
a leash. He handed the chain to the Wizard, backed away and knelt. Volt
and Skreech also went to a knee. Volt pointed to the stupid slave to
kneel before their Master. But the girl simply stood up straight and
peered at the hooded figure of the Wizard with a look of pure disdain.
"Wizard," she began with a glance over her shoulder, "you and your
henchmen will menace the innocent no more."
The stunned gargoyles were crestfallen by the slave's impertinence.
"I, Supergirl, have come to put an end to your evil schemes."
The gargoyles cowered in fear, not of Supergirl, but rather of their
master's wrath. The Wizard sat unmoving as the girl flexed her lithe
body to break the rope which bound her wrists. Her small but pert
breasts pressed up and out as she strained. A perplexed look clouded her
face.
"Indeed," boomed the Wizard's voice, "You are a comely little lass, but
you're no Supergirl. I see a half naked wisp of a slave with her arms
bound behind her back."
He yanked her chain and the blonde girl sprawled face first on the royal
rug at his feet. The Wizard laughed long and loud.
"But I am Supergirl..." Continuing to try to free herself the pretty
little captive flailed about on the floor but to no avail.
"Well, Sooopergirl," the Wizard mocked her, "Welcome to the Crypt 'o
Night. My lair exists on the dark side where night is eternal."
The poor girl rolled to her knees, stammering, "I don't understand."
"Why don't you just click your red heels together three times and return
home, my pretty," joked the Wizard wickedly.
Standing, the bewildered blonde pitifully did as she was told.
"Guess who's not in Kansas anymore!?" The Wizard laughed again and
spread his robed arms toward his gargoyles.
"Thank you," he said through his laughter. "Having this little slut
pretend to be Supergirl was truely an inspired idea. You're good goyles,
but to think, even for a moment, that I might believe that the three of
you could capture the mighty Supergirl. Now that's a good one. But it is
fun to pretend. Which of you had such a wonderful idea for a gift?"
Always ready to accept undeserved praise Skreech stepped forward as the
Wizard continued, "Not that it matters. You shall all be rewarded. Now
take this super slave away to the dungeon and put her in chains."
The Wizard handed Skreech three green stones. "Drop these in the dungeon
acid bath and leave this, uhm, Supergirl hanging."

Kara had never felt so helpless. She was powerless here! But why? Was it
kryptonite? Or something else? She was so helpless that her foe didn't
even believe she was Supergirl. Not that it mattered. He probably
intended to kill her or worse anyway. Kara began to cry as the
hopelessness of her situation overwhelmed her. The gargoyles dragged the
sobbing girl through the palace hallways to the dungeon. Kara was groped
by everything from tentacles to proboscises as the Wizard's many
henchmen teased the fresh captive all along the way.
The dungeon was dimly illuminated by reddish moonlight which eminated
from a little window high up on one stone wall. Hideous torture devices
were scattered all about the hot, humid little room. An acid bath
gurgled in the middle of the chamber. Tight metal shackles locked shut
around Kara's wrists and ankles. She was pulled spead eagle and hoisted
up against a wall.
"So you're a superslut," asked Volt rhetorically? She could see the rage
burning in him as he continued, "What a wicked jolt we receive when
KillerVolt we deceive."
Kara heard the hum of the power in Volt's hands. She tensed as tiny
lightning bolts crackled across her flesh. In Supergirl's dimension it
had merely tickled; but here, she was suddenly seized by electrifying
pain. Wave upon wave of pain flooded her body. Fire burned everywhere.
It burned in her skin, her bones, her hair and her toes. Was she being
cooked alive? She could neither see nor hear through the immobilizing
agony to which there seemed no end.
Her pain threshold exceeded, Kara thankfully fainted. But the enraged
KillerVolt continued to electrocute her pretty body. The sweat soaked
bodysuit had, by now, become essentially transparent. Bathed in electric
blue the girl's tits and ass jiggled deliciously as her unconscious body
convulsed. Gizzard and Skreech chuckled and joked with each other as
they enjoyed the show. Volt's anger finally found release and he ceased
this shocking torture.
Supergirl's body hung limply from its shackles. Consciousness slowly
returned to her big blue eyes. Beyond the ringing in her ears Kara
recognized the sick laughter of Skreech as Gizzard approached, his tail
swishing back and forth. She commanded her arms and legs to move, but
there were only a few random spasms. Through the tears that poured from
her eyes Gizzard's tail slithered into focus. Kara felt the surreal
sensation of being apart from her body as she watched it coil. It was
like watching a slow-motion sequence from a movie as it struck. The
cold, heartless reptile made of living stone whipped every inch of
Kara's flesh with his twitching tail. He whipped her arms and legs. Her
body shivered in the warm air. He whipped her breasts and butt. She
moaned pitifully and her whole body quivered. Gizzard even whipped his
tail between her legs and spanked her there.
"Aaarrgghhh!" A long plaintive wail escaped her lips.
"She's perf...perfect," observed Skreech with sincere reverence,
plopping the green stones in the bubbling acid bath. The hideous winged
creature thought she was the most lovely thing he'd ever seen.
"But, Volt, what if she really is Supergirl," asked Gizzard?
"Then she'll be dead by the time we return and the master will probably
let us do as we please with her dead body." Volt shrugged at Gizzard,
then pointedly looked at Kara with a cruel grimace. Kara realized that
Volt, at least, believed the Supergirl story after all.
"Hehe, dead, hehe, Scrotum like play 'ith dead thingies!"
"Oh God, no, don't kill me, please, I'll do anything," begged the
horrified Supergirl!
Volt laughed at her protestations and, holding it in his gnarled hand,
showed her his demonhood. It had been impressive when flaccid. Now it
was engorged and she gasped at the enormity of it. Volt smiled impishly,
then approached. Kara wet herself in fear as Volt prodded her chest with
his huge member.
"Eat me," he taunted and turned away.
Kara could hear Volt explain as the cold gargoyles filed out of the
room. "You see, my brothers, the bitch tricked us! At first she
pretended to be bait so we would capture her and bring her to the
Master. Her plan worked but she could not know that, although we live on
the dark side and never see the sun, our Master's realm exists within
the sphere of a red star. She has no superpowers here! Once we brought
her through the dimensional portal, Supergirl became nothing more than
the ordinary slut she pretended to be."
The cell door slammed shut. The once mighty Supergirl hung in chains.
Red moonlight shone through the window, bathing her sweat drenched body
in an eerie darkroom glow. A green fog rose from the bubbling acid
bath...kryptonite gas! This cell was a sauna from hell. Kara strained
frantically at the chains with all her might as puke green gas began to
fill the chamber. She felt sick at her stomach. Her head began to swim
as her body burned. She twisted and turned, but there was no escape.
Consciousness slowly slipped away.
Supergirl would soon be dead, but her subconscious mind would not go
quietly. She envisioned the grotesque gargoyles pleasuring themselves
with her dead naked body. They held her tightly between them so that all
three could use her at the same time. Gizzard raped her tight white
behind. Screech violated the pretty red lips of her mouth. And Volt
split the hairless pink lips of her cunt with his swollen purple
battering ram. In and out. Up and down. Back and forth. The thunder of
their efforts moved into the distance. Kara gasped for air, but tasted
only the acrid stench of kryptonite gas. She was suffocating. It was
like a furnace. But the will of her subconscious was not to be denied.
It wanted one thing before she died. Her body orgasmed for the first and
final time; then slipped into humid darkness...