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Supergirl's
Worst Defeat
by
Alias the Rat
Part
One
Supergirl flew low
over the streets of Gotham City, hurrying to the warehouse where Batgirl's
glove had been found. It had been a few weeks since the Gotham heroine had
vanished, and Kara knew that only serious trouble would have kept her friend
from staying in contact. About two months ago Batgirl had contacted Kara and
passed along her worries about the disappearance of the Huntress from the
streets of Gotham. Although the Huntress worked alone, she and Batgirl had been
in touch ocasionally and were due to have a meeting to exchange information
about the members of the underworld they had been or might be up against during
their work. The Huntress had never shown up for that meeting and when Barbara
investigated she found her friend had vanished without a trace. Batgirl had
left Supergirl a message just days before and reported an oddity in her
sleuthing. The Maid of Steel had not gotten the message right away, as she had
been in space to deliver a unit to repair a malfunction in the life support
system for the NASA moon colony. Only when she got back did she find the Dark
Damsel's message on her machine. "Kara, I have discovered a clue - a trace
of where she may have gone." Barbara said. "But I am certain this
same lead wasn't there when I investigated a week ago. The fact that it just
popped up now makes it suspicious. I wanted to ask you to go with me in case
this odd information might be a trap. I can't wait, but I'll check on it and
get back to you soon..." All of Supergirl's efforts after she got the
message were in vain. Batgirl never got back to her and no one had seen her since.
Kara was very worried that it had been a trap, just as Barbara suspected, and
her friend had been captured despite her care. The Maid of Might wanted to find
out what happened and had been after all the authorities to pass on the least
bit of information that might turn up. Others were also alerted about the
problem, but today Batman was in Africa with the Justice League stopping a band
of supervillains that were raiding diamond mines and Robin had joined the Teen
Titans on a mission in Japan to try to trace where Starfire had gone missing.
The police had been
searching everywhere, and contacted her to say one of Batgirl's gloves had been
found in a warehouse on Gotham City's far north side, near the railroad yards.
Excited by a lead, Supergirl was ready to leap out of the window on her way
when a thought entered her mind. "Officer, who found the glove?" she
asked. Given a name, she flew to meet the patrolman who had passed on the
discovery. She asked him about details. "I drive through that area at least
a couple times a day, watching for vandalism, gang activity or people selling
drugs. It's a pretty dead area - mostly abandoned, and it was really
deserted." The officer frowned. "I was just driving by when I heard
glass break. I spotted a window in a warehouse that was freshly broken and
stopped to check. There was not a soul anywhere that I could find, but when I
went inside with my flashlight, there was Batgirl's glove right in the middle
of the room. I knew people are worried about her, so I called in to police
headquarters right away about this." Kara thanked the officer for his help
and said she would see if this might help find the missing heroine.
But as she flew to
the warehouse, she pondered on the fact that the lead sounded as phoney as the
clue Barbara had worried about. The window broke just as the police car was
passing? There was nobody around and the glove was sitting right in the middle
of the floor, waiting to be found? She was going to investigate, but when she
went in there she would really be on her guard. If a trap was sprung, she meant
to get her hands on whoever set the trap and use him or her to get to the
missing heroines. The warehouse was just as the patrolman has decribed it to
her -- deserted, dusty and full of cob-webs with no trace of anyone having been
there except the officer. Kara examined it carefully with her telescopic, x-ray
and microscopic vision from far away before even getting near the place. An
empty building with blocks of other empty buildings surrounding it. No secret
corridors, traps in the walls, tunnels underneath the floor or signs of
anything hidden behind lead sheathing. She suspected someone may had picked up
the glove elsewhere and just left it there. Frustrated, she flew down to the
doorway, hoping there was something she was not noticing, not wanting this lead
to her missing friend to be a dead end. With caution, she entered the building.
The floor creaked beneath her feet, but her super-hearing could find nothing
but the sounds of mice in the walls. It was a dead end. Supergirl let
out a deep, disappointing sigh.
Then she experienced
a stirring around her. She sensed something in the air, but as she spun around
even her super-senses could not see or hear what might be causing it. Finally
she felt it. The air around her began to glow lightly and there was a tingling
in the air. She smiled -- it was the first signs of a dimensional rift opening.
She prepared to speed out of it before it could get her, and fly up to JLA
headquarters. Ray Palmer had equipment that could analyse the residual energy
of one of these rifts and then duplicate it. She would find where her friends
had been taken, and instead of surprising her, she would be the one taking the
person or persons on the other side of the portal by surprise. She would
assemble a group of heroes, and a rescue mission to this other dimension would
find Batgirl and Huntress and bring them back.
But as she was about
to fly away from the opening portal, it snapped open. A red glow surrounded
her, and a beam of light paralysed her. A pair of young women, one a blonde in
a skimpy red bikini, the other dark-haired girl in an even briefer green swim
suit, appeared on either side of her, grabbed her arms, and then she felt her
mind spin and her body pulled violently -- somewhere.
Part
Two
Her mind was
disoriented when she felt her feet were once again on a solid floor and she
struggled to pull free of the grasp of the two young women. But her vision was
blurry and her strength was gone. She weakly dropped to her knees and looked up
to find herself in a huge room with several red spotlights arranged around the
ceiling, all pointed in her direction. Were they... ?
"Yes, they are beams of red sun radiation,
Supergirl. You have no powers here and my two minions, Bessie and Vernica, are
enough to hold you in check for now. The after-effects of trans-dimensional
travel make you even weaker, while my two assistants are accustomed to the
travels after doing so many times to pick up things -- and women -- I wanted." Kara turned to
see a young red haired fellow sitting it a huge chair -- no, a throne -- on a
platform on one end of the room. As she looked around, she saw the room -- some
kind of auditorium - had an audience on three sides. They were all women - and
all scantilly clad or naked, chained to their seats. As her eyesight cleared,
she was horrified to recognize some of the audience seated in the rows closest
to the arena floor. There were Batgirl and Huntress, but there were others she
had met in the past or heard about. Black Canary, Poison Ivy, Wonder Girl,
Harley Quinn, Princess Koriand'r and Vixen were sitting there, their heads held
low and looking very despondent. Although she was not familiar with them she
spotted several characters from the Marvel Universe, which she had read about
in the JLA files that were recorded by Justice League members who had done
inter-dimensional travel and worked with heroes and heroines in that dimension.
There were Ms. Marvel, Storm, Medusa and -- a huge green skinned woman she knew
had to be the one called She-Hulk. Wow, the file had described her as big
but....
"Hey, stupid, I
was talking to you. Cuff her, girls." Bessie, the blonde, grabbed Kara's
right arm and held it out. Vernica, the
dark-haired one, snapped a metal bracelet on the right wrist of the Maid of
Might. It was polished metal, a little like Wonder Woman's bracelets but with a
huge inscribed red "A" on it. As it snapped shut it suddenly felt
very warm and the seam where it had closed disappeared. Supergirl saw similar
ones on the right wrists of the two women holding her and as she glanced out at
the assembly, she saw the same item on every right wrist she could see in the
crowd.
"Now, we can
begin to show you who is in charge here. I am Arnie, and I am the absolute
ruler of this world, with the power of life and death over everyone in it.
Including you." He sat up there with a crazy grin on his face and she
could not believe what he had said. He was just a dopey looking teen-age kid
who could not have captured and held for long the assembly she saw here!
Starfire and She-Hulk were supposed to be awesome enough to be in her cousin's
range of power, and all the rest put together could beat this kid into the
floor without even trying! "Oh, you think I don't look too impressive?
Well, bitch, I have several tricks up my sleeve." He snapped his fingers
and Kara felt intense pain shoot up her right arm and spread throughout her
body. She rolled on the floor gasping for breath and the only thought she could
bring to her mind was that the pain had to stop. Then it did. She opened her
eyes and saw Bessie and Vernica alongside her on the floor, and noticed every
heroine in the stands was also grimacing from the intense pain that had been
inflicted on each of them. She looked at the bracelet and knew it was the
source of the punishment.
"Nice little
gizmo, isn't it? My buddy, Dilwert Doiney, figured out how to make them, how to
power them and how to make them impossible to remove from your wrists without
putting the 'pain' function on full power. I thank the day he showed me how the
bracelet worked. I clapped the first one on him and he's been providing me with
other handy gadgets like my dimensional viewer and transporter. He's a real
genius, but he has been a geek in high school science class for over sixty
years. I have been really looking forward to meeting you since I spotted you in
your dimension." "He was in high school science class for over sixty
years...???" Supergirl mumbled, as she tried to understand what was
happening here.
"Yup, you see,
the different dimensions offer all sorts of variety, and in this one, we're
stuck." Arnie paused to let her ponder on what that meant. "Dilwert,
Bessie, Vernica, and I have been in high school for over sixty years. Something
just happened to the dimension and kept anybody from aging or changing. I
figured out how to take advantage of what Dilwert gave me to take over the
world. I had anything... and anybody... I wanted." At this remark, Arnie's
gaze flickered to Becky and Vernica, whose heads dropped to avoid looking
directly into his eyes. Kara realized that these two were terrified of the man.
"I was able to get revenge on anyone who had done anything to me, no
matter how minor, in the past. Heads rolled. Literally!" Arnie laughed
heavily at this remark, amused at the thought of the action that would disgust
a normal person. "I got to fuck every woman I saw and I did that for quite
awhile. I decreed that any female here in Rotterdale had to wear a skimpy
bikini in my presence. Unless I wanted her in less. Hey, crimefighter! You're
breaking the law." Arnie looked at her with a leering smile and ordered
Bessie and Vernica, "Hold her! Ludge, get in here!"
A skinny,
tired-looking older man came in from the area behind the throne. "Yes,
your grand exaulted most powerful Highness. What can I do to serve you?"
Arnie replied, "Well, first you can kiss my shoe, you old fart, and then I
need you to make sure our new guest is brought into compliance with the laws of
Rotterdale."
When the gray-haired
man in his tattered suit bent at Arnie's feet to perform the ritual of
debasement as he had many times before, he suddenly received a swift kick to
his temple. He flew to the floor, blood dribbling from where he had been
struck. "Oops, sorry Mr. Ludge! I had a twitch." Arnie roared in
laughter at his vile deed, and Ludge moved to get up and complete his assigned
task. As he slowly rose, Kara heard the dark haired girl at her side moan and
softly cry, "Daddy!" Mr. Ludge shuffled weakly across the floor to
Supergirl, and with a sad look of regret in his eyes, he asked her to disrobe.
When she hesitated, she saw the fear in his eyes and the eyes of Becky and
Vernica. And she noticed that Ludge also had a bracelet on his right wrist. She
knew her modesty was not of enough importance to subject all these people to
the horrible pain. And she knew worse would follow.
Part
Three
She pulled off her
cape, tunic, skirt, boots, bra and panties. Her first thought was to cover her
breasts with one arm and cup her other hand over her crotch. But she knew that
would only give the madman the pleasure of another threat to make her fully
reveal her body to him, so she stood, totally exposed.
Arnie whistled low.
"Wow, those are some spicy meatballs!" Again he laughed, and looked
over the room. "Hey, that a pretty good joke -- why aren't you all laughing!"
He stared, and soon everyone was murmuring low a bout of forced laughter.
"That's more like it. You know, the world lost a hell of a stand-up comic
when I decided to go into the tyrant business. But at least I have something to
fall back on!" He gave the room the same look, and they took the hint,
with low laughter running though the room. "Ludge, she looks chilly, give
her something to wear." The old man looked over and said, "Yes, your
Highness, I will get something."
"You don't have
any women's panties stuffed in your back pocket? I'm shocked! Well, we can't
wait that long for you to get a bikini for Supergirl. Why don't you just give
her... Vernica's?" Ludge visibly shook at this suggestion, and started to
turn to confront the tyrant. But the black-haired girl grabbed his shoulder
with one hand while the other pulled off her skimpy bikini. "Daddy, no!
Don't do anything to provoke him... Last time he almost killed you..." she
whispered.
"You know,
Ludge, ever since I used my power to become filthy rich and bankrupted every
one of your stinking companies, I knew out of the kindness of my heart I should
take you and your snotty bitch daughter on as helpers so you wouldn't
starve." Arnie bent forward in the chair. "Maybe we can get together
over lunch someday and reminisce about the old days -- when you always told me I wasn't good enough
to date Vernica."
The old gray haired
man's shoulders slumped low, his head sagged forward, and he turned to his
master. "Yes, your Majesty, anything you wish." Then he slowly
shuffled across the room, carrying Supergirl's costume away. Arnie called after
his lackey. "Add it to the others in storage." his master said.
"Soon we will go after Wonder Woman, and Supergirl's cape will serve as a
fine piece of bait." Kara could not believe the audacity of this man,
sitting there and matter-of-factly proclaiming his plans to kidnap another of
her friends. Had he dismissed her so quickly? She swore she would make him pay
for what he had done and for what he planned to do.
The tyrant turned his
attention back to the Maid of Steel, and she felt a bit uncomfortable as his
eyes swept over the body of the super-heroine. Her uniform was a showcase for
her figure, but the scraps of cloth that could only barely be called a swimsuit
that Vernica had given her did little to cover much. Kara tried to avoid her
impulse to fidget and show him his little tricks were getting to her. "No,
that outfit just doesn't fit you very well. And green is really not your color."
Arnie gave a flip of his hand ""Take that off and throw it
away." His gaze went to his blonde-haired lackey. "Bessie, give her
yours." As Bessie nodded her head and began to slip off her suit (which
was nearly as skimpy, but in red), Supergirl peeled off the one she had and
handed it back to Vernica. Reaching to the blonde girl and donning the top of
the red bikini, Kara heard the tyrant raise his voice. "Vernica! What are
you doing!" Supergirl turned to the dark-haired girl and saw she had
slipped her arm into the green bikini top, preparing to don it once again. The
Kryptonian had never seen such a look of terror as Vernica dropped to her knees
and sobbed. "What... what have I done to displease you, master?"
"I said that was
to be thrown away. Not re-used. If you can't follow orders you shall have to
be... punished." Vernica tore the bikini top from her chest and threw it
aside. Them she dropped flat on the floor. "Please Master, I never meant
to do anything except your wishes. Don't..." "Oh, very well, I can forgive this
time..." Arnie said as he interrupted the pleading girl, "You didn't
mean to commit such a horrid crime." He smiled down at the three women.
Kara had donned the skimpy red bikini that Bessie had been wearing, but Arnie
frowned, shook his head and spoke further. "That doesn't suit you either.
That too -- get rid of it." Supergirl started to remove it, and the two
girls, fingers shaking, grabbed it and threw it far to the side as soon it was
off. "There," said the tyrant, "that's much better. The body of
a truly beautiful women can never look as good clothed as when it is in all its
pure glory. And you are, Supergirl, a extremely beautiful woman!" Kara
wondered if he expected her to fall for all this feigned sweetness, when he
interrupted it so often with the blood-thirsty terror of his other comments.
"Oh yes, that's
amazing. Three exquisite female forms,
displayed as the gods meant them to be seen." Arnie got out of his throne
and started down the stairs towards the girls. "I need a better look. All
of you -- slowly turn around." Her two companions began to do so, and
Supergirl could see no way out of it, and complied. As the tyrant reached the
bottom of the stairs in front of his throne, Supergirl wondered if she might be
able to get her hands on him. If she knocked him out, maybe she could get some
of the others loose and find a way out of here! But in her excitement thinking
about this, she allowed her hands to clench into fists.
"Oh dear, that
looks menacing, my darling. Have you any thoughts of getting violent? I can't
allow that. You don't know all the rules yet and if you... well, maybe it would
be better if one of your friends explained the situation." Arnie turned to
Mr. Ludge, who had returned. "Go get..." The tyrant scanned the seats
along the side of the room. "... Black Canary and bring her down here.
No... wait... who were you trying to rescue? It was... Ludge, get Batgirl down
here instead." The grey-haired lackey climbed the stairway between the
rows of seats and went to where Batgirl sat. He took a keypad from his pocket,
punched in a sequence, and the chain holding Barbara clicked and released her
left wrist. Supergirl had been watching intently, as she hoped she would be
able to free other imprisoned heroines to help her get out of this trap. But if
the locks were electronic, not mechanical, then they could not be picked. And
if she got that keypad from the old man, she knew he was too terrified of Arnie
to give her the sequence she needed to use it. Batgirl and Ludge came down the
stairs and went over to the tyrant. Kara was startled as she saw Batgirl was
bruised severely all over her face and body. The only part of her costume she
still wore was her cowl. She also wore a pair of black thong panties and a
black mesh bra with yellow bat-symbols on it, a lewd reminder of her costume.
When she reached Arnie, she bowed her head and said, "What do you wish,
Master?" The fiend moved around to Barbara's back and unclipped the brassiere,
letting it drop to the floor. The Maid of Might's senses reeled as she saw
Barbara's nipples had been pierced and each had a small gold bat-charm hanging
from it. The tyrant reached his right hand around and cupped one of the Dark
Damsel's breasts (and Babs winced - they must still be sensitive from their
mutilation, Supergirl thought), while his other hand slipped into her panties
and began to finger her pussy. Batgirl had a pained look on her face, but
Supergirl was shocked that Babs did nothing to resist the tyrant's advances.
"Why don't you tell your friend why she should not try to do anything...
rash, my loving slave." Arnie said, as he brought his head around and
began to lick Bab's shoulder.
"Kara... you
must not try to resist the Master or refuse to do anything he asks. If you do,
he will hurt you terribly to... to train you to be a docile slave. I received
quite a bit of punishment when I did not behave. If he wants, he can snap his
fingers and everyone wearing one of these bracelets..." Barbara held up a
wrist to show hers, "...will be totally incapacitated with the infusion of
total nerve induction. You felt it before for only five seconds. If you enrage
him, you won't be the only one to suffer. We all will." "Very good,
Batgirl!" Arnie stopped working on her shoulder long enough to comment.
"But I feel your friend has an idea that she can get the drop on me and
knock me out before I could snap my fingers. Tell why that would not be a good
idea."
"Someone tried
that once. She thought she was fast enough..." Batgirl's chin dropped to
her chest and her voice slowed. "He... ah, the Master... has biometric
sensors implanted in his body. If he is sudden rendered unconscious the pain
fuction in the bracelets is automatically engaged and stays on until he turns
it off. When Zip Girl struck him on the temple he was out for over an hour.
During that time all of us were twitching on the floor from the horrendeous
pain. Sixteen women here died... their hearts couldn't take the strain.
Afterwards he whipped Zip Girl with a barbed-wire cat-o-nine tails until she
bled to death." Tears were dropping from Bab's face down to her chest and
she sobbed. Supergirl felt horrified at this story (something she was doing a
lot of as this ordeal went on). This man seemed to have no compuction about
placing others in danger to get people to do what he wanted.
"Thank you very
much, Batgirl. You phrased the information excellently and I am so pleased for
your loving service." Arnie pulled the hand from her pussy and brought it
up so that he was kneading both breasts. "Would you like something?"
"I would... I would like you to fuck me, Master." Barbara's face was
emotionless as she said it. "Please fuck me, Master, it is what I yearn
for at all times." The Master looked at Supergirl and smiled a wide grin.
"Not right now, Batgirl. I have to attend to the training of your friend,
so she can learn to desire my cock as much as you do. Perhaps later, yes, when
we can have a most enjoyable three-way in bed. For now, return to your seat up
there. And you may put your bra back on." The Dark Damsel replaced the
garment to her breasts, gingerly, and started back up to her seat. At her seat,
Barbara placed her left wrist in the restraint and it clicked closed.
After Batgirl was
back in her restraint, Arnie turned to Supergirl. "You look uncomfortable.
Are you chilly? Unlike your world, we are accustomed to lower temperatures, and
you may take a while to get used to it." Kara, who had walked on the
surface of Neptune without feeling cold, was indeed chilled now. Her nipples
had grown harder and stood out. Bessie reached down and picked up a plastic
bottle that held a white lotion, and poured some on her hands, and Vernica also
took some. Arnie's two minions started to rub their hands on Kara, Bessie along
her legs, Vernica on her shoulders and back. As they massaged her, hands would
occasionally move further into her sensitive areas -- the blonde's fingers went
up into her inner thighs, and the dark-haired girl would move her hands around
to touch the sides of Supergirl's breasts. But the heroine knew this was
another little trick on the Tyrant's part. She had seen his hand go to a keypad
on his belt as Barbara left, and it was just at that moment that she felt the
chilled air being blown up from several vents around the area where she was
being held. The people here are used to lower temps? Then why would Bessie and
Vernica have goose-bumps appearing on their arms? The Maid of Might felt her
spirits rise a little as she enjoyed knowing she was not falling for a ploy.
But the realization came at once that she could not get over-confident. Seeing
his scheme did not offset the fact that she had been stripped of her powers and
was standing stark naked right in front of him!
Part
Four
Arnie advanced
towards the captive Kryptonian and walked around her, examining her body
carefully. While behind Kara, he took his right hand, and with a light touch,
ran his fingernails across the back of her shoulders. Supergirl gasped and
quickly jerked away from the touch. The tyrant bent close to her and spoke.
"You are too nervous and tense. Sex is something natural and pleasurable
for everyone, once you learn all about it. It's that world you live on, society
preaches that sex is wrong and should be feared. But that isn't how it is here."
"Let me tell you
a story. A young child was sent away from the world of her birth. She landed on
a world where people feared and avoided the sense of sight. All of them spent
their entire lives blindfolded, fearing that light and color were wrong and to
experience such things will doom them. Any people who did not follow these
restrictions were hunted and killed as heretics. The poor alien girl grew to
adulthood never knowing the visual beauty of the world around her until the
covering on her eyes was accidentally knocked aside one day. She was amazed by
the things she saw and reveled in the wonderful emotions that the sensations
gave her. But after a while, she felt obligated by what she'd been taught all those
years and put the blindfold back on, never to go back to the wonderful light
and color she experienced." Arnie took Kara's left hand and held it,
slowly stroking the back of her arm. "You are that young woman, Supergirl.
You fear sex, not sight, because of all you were told. Don't you know that?"
Kara thought he was
wrong... but he did make sense. Was she just refraining from sex because of
Earth's puritan taboos? If she could have grown up on Krypton, would she have
been more open with her sexuality? She'd never thought about it this way
before. Was he right? Arnie looked into her eyes and saw the confusion. He
smiled, as every little time she let her thoughts develop this way meant she
was surrendering to him. He didn't want them to hold her down while he raped
her, that would leave a wall of resistance in the back of her mind he would
encounter every time he fucked her. He wanted to break her spirit slowly, until
she would give up and then every seduction would have her knowing she had
already given in to him.That was why he had his girls apply the lotion to
Supergirl. If he drugged her with a drink or an injection to relax her, she
would blame her surrender on that and have a reason to keep resisting. But the
Kryptonian had not noticed a dull sheen covered the hands of Bessie and
Vernica. That coating on their hands kept the lotion from being absorbed into
their body. But nothing had kept it from moving into Supergirl's bloodstream
and the mild drug in the lotion would dull her senses slightly. Just enough to
confuse her and make her susceptable to his arguments.
Kara listened to the
tyrant behind her, tensely waiting for the slightest touch she might receive
from him. "You know, my first super-heroine lover was a blonde, as
beautiful as you. Lady Dragonfly, who was Karen Brandt, a noted actress, fought
crime, and I knew I had to have her and I knew the other heroes would try to
stop me. I captured her and held her prisoner. The rest of the Heroes Council
found out where I had a hideout in Plains City and went to the address they'd
discovered. But Karen and I were not there. The heroes burst into that place
only to set off a dozen nuclear warheads. It vaporized all of them, and only
had to sacrifice a city to do it. I made Karen my slave, but she wasn't happy.
She blamed herself for the deaths of her friends and all those people.
Eventually she became catatonic. I put her in a hospital, and I used to visit
her. But she was so depressing. I just stopped going. And then decided to
collect more heroines from other worlds."
Arnie gave a flick of
his hand towards his two assistants, and Bessie and Vernica moved to positions
on either side of Kara. They bent down to strap leather cuffs to Supergirl's
ankles, spread her legs apart, then clipped the restraints to eyebolts in the
floor. They stood up and each grabbed one of Kara's arms, holding them straight
out to the side with Supergirl standing erect. Arnie then moved closer to
Kara's back. His hands went along, continuing to lightly touch her with his
fingertips. She felt the sensation along her back and arms. Then he crouched
down and did the same to her legs, starting at her ankles and slowly moving up.
She stiffened as his light touch ran over her ass. Arnie's voice came to her in
a whisper. "No, don't be so tense. Just relax. Feel the pleasure move
through your body. Don't fear what your body really wants to enjoy." He
stood back up and again stroked her back. His head came down and he ran his
tongue over her shoulder blades. His hands came around her body and pressed
lightly against her stomach. Again she could not help it as an involuntary
shudder ran through her. She felt the heat build in her loins and the moistness
grow in her pussy. The resistance in her mind was contrary to the sensations she
felt growing in her body. Arnie moved closer, and his head rested on her right
shoulder. His arms never left the light embrace on her stomach, but she felt
his body press against her back. The restraints on her ankles and the girls
holding her arms kept her from moving away from him. But she wondered if she
could stop the tyrant... and her body... from what was coming up? This was
rape... or was it seduction? Would there be a point when she was aroused to a
level where she wanted him to take her?
She tried to convince
herself she was steadfastly opposed to any intercourse with this man who had
kidnapped her. He had forced her to disrobe and made her allow him to put his
hands all over her. Then his hands moved up to cup her breasts and he rubbed the
areolas tenderly with his fingers and she felt the amazing sensations run from
her chest throughout her body. It excited and tantilized her. He whispered in
her ear, "Does this feel bad? Do you really think these sensations won't
leave you gasping for more? Will you lay alone in bed all the rest of your life
remembering how wonderful you felt when your entire body dissolved into sheer
sexual ecstacy?" He used his fingers to massage and tease her nipples, and
Supergirl could not help but arch her back, pushing her breasts into his hands.
A low moan escaped from her lips, and her thoughts slowly dissolved from
getting out of his grip to enjoying the sensations running from her chest to
everywhere in her body.
One hand stayed on
her right breast as the other slowly slid back down to her stomach. Again she
straightened and exhibited the tension she felt. But Arnie paused with that
hand over her navel, and whispered, "Now, you've taken the first steps,
you don't have to hold back. Soon you will be feeling pleasures that will make
the sensations you have now pale in comparison. Your screams will not be in
pain, but in wonderment at how sublime your body will feel." Arnie's hand
moved a little further, resting over her patch of pale blonde pubic hair. His
fingers brushed it slowly, and Kara felt the movement of every follicle send
waves of pleasure coursing through her. While the tyrant did this, his two
minions who were holding the Maid of Might's arms began to lick the backs of
her hands, tasting the salt of Kara's sweat. This was one more amazing
sensation that ran through Supergirl's mind, arousing her. She felt her entire
body tremble, and her pussy continued to lubricate. She was surprised at how
her body was beginning to react to the tyrant's teasings. Would she be brought
to a state where her flesh would submit, even if she knew she didn't want it to
happen?
Arnie nodded to his
two assistants, and while still holding Kara's arms, Bessie and Vernica moved
to the front of her body. Arnie held her hips while the girls pulled her
forward, bending her at the waist. They brought the top of her body forward and
down until her head was level with her knees. Arnie put one hand around her and
held her waist while the other reached through her spread legs past her ass to
her pussy. His fingers massaged and teased the outer lips of her pubic mound.
She moaned and tried to pull away, but all three of them held her tight and his
probing aroused her passion, and she could no longer keep her thoughts on the
resistance she had been so intent on maintaining. Instead of trying to pull
away from the invading fingers she pushed towards them, wanting more of the
pleasure running though her. Waves of passion were making it impossible to
think of anything but the sexual enjoyment she was experiencing. Arnie
whispered to her, "Is this so wrong, Supergirl? Do you really want me to
stop, or should we take to the next level, where you can receive even more of
what you really want?" And she
realised she did want to go on. She'd never accepted her abstinance from sex
whole-heartedly. Whenever she thought about it, whenever she calmly accepted
that she could never allow her super-powered body to participate in wild,
uncontrolled passion with a vulnerable, human male, she had hoped that someday
there would be a way she could experience true, physical love. Was this the
time? No... she gritted her teeth and
tried to stop the way her body was accepting the passion. She wanted love, not
just animal sex. Not with someone like this bastard! Her voice, barely in
control, came out as a growl. "No... Not.. with... you!"
The tyrant was not
pleased to hear this. He had thought he'd succeeded breaking down the first
barrier in Supergirl. Oh, what a conquest she was going to be! He had been
right to look forward to this one. Especially when he got to the last part of
what he was going to do to her... He moved his fingers. He pinched her clitoris
with fingers inside her and massaged the walls of her vagina. She felt the
surges of passion go even deeper though her body and could not help the moaning
and panting that made her sound like a wild beast. She wanted to tell him to
stop, but kept her teeth clenched. She began to be afraid that she would
actually ask for more! And as the probing of her cunt went on, she felt a wave
of pleasure sweep her body and her body spasmed. The feeling was intense, and
she cried out. "Ohh Great Rao... What have you done to me!!!" Arnie
grinned. "I have given you the first big step forward, my pet. Your first
orgasm shows you just what you have been avoiding." He released her, and
she slumped forward to her knees, the girls still holding her arms out ahead of
her. They released her, and Kara collapsed to the floor, weak from her sexual
reaction to what she'd been been put through. She panted for breath and weakly
lay on the floor, unable to move. She contemplated the amazing sensations her
body had just had and wondered if she could continue to hold back.
Part
Five
She lay for a short
while, then Bessie and Vernica gently helped her up from the floor. They slowly
walked her a short way to a leather padded wooden platform that had been moved
into place. This was a kindness on their part, as Kara felt a little woozy and
weak-in-the-knees after her first orgasm. She got on the platform, and began to
worry as they pulled her down on her back and used leather straps to hold down
her arms over her head. They moved down to the other end of the table, pulled
her legs apart, and strapped down her legs. Supergirl pulled at these
restraints, but they held her very secure. She looked to the side and saw the
tyrant return wearing a plush white robe. She cringed and tried to pull away as
he came close and put his hand on one of her breasts. It was swollen and the
nipple stood out, tender from the aftermath of her climax. She winced and
groaned, even though Arnie was barely brushing his fingertips over it.
"Your body recovers quickly and you are ready for another peak of
pleasure." He bent down and ran his tongue over a tender nipple, and Kara
felt the passion run through her body. She could not help trembling, and felt
her body again betraying her mind's wish to resist the attack. Her breathing
was fast and shallow and she clenched her teeth once again to hold in the cries
that might reveal her lust. His hand again went to her sex and probed her lower
lips. She could not pull away from the intrusion if she wanted too, with the
table under her. But she discovered with horror that her back arched and she
was pushing her crotch up, asking for the probing he offered her. She wanted
the touch, she needed him to continue. Her mind had lost, her body had taken
over. But as the waves of pleasure built in her, as she felt herself on the
verge of another blissful orgasm, Arnie's hand left her and he took a step
back. She twitched her crotch back and forth, trying to pull her legs together
and complete the act, but she was unable to advance from the very brink of
bliss. She looked at him. He looked in her face and asked, "Are you almost
there? Do you want it? Well, you are going to have to ask. I want the words to
come from your throat. Ask for... SEX!"
She didn't want...
she didn't want... Oh, Rao, she did! "Yea...Yes, I do!" The tyrant
still didn't move. "Please, I can't stand this!" Arnie smiled, and
knew was on the verge of conquering one more super-heroine. And it was always
such a heady feeling. She was nearly beaten and would soon surrender to him. He
opened his robe and dropped it to the ground. Kara gasped at the sight of his
erect cock, which was huge. She was a virgin, but she'd seen men's penises
before, erect and at rest. Fighting prostitution and white slavery, she'd burst
in on couples in the act of fucking and had not been able to resist staring at
what was there. A young lady with x-ray vision could not help but occasionally
catch a glimpse of cock when looking through clothes for concealed weapons. In
college, girl friends had kidded they would love to see the football team in
the showers, and she'd allowed herself to do just that. She'd regretted it, but
only after the act was done. She felt her little indescretions in this vein
were merely urges that came up due to her inability to have any intimate
contact with any human male. Those cocks were fascinating, but no match for her
super body that would crush such an intruder into her love canal. But she
looked at Arnie's member and could not help but reveal her amazement. Arnie
noted this and posed. "Not bad, ehh? If you check on a hundred dimensions,
sooner or later you find a penile enhancement method that really works!"
He came over and climbed up on the table and moved to a position to mount his
prize. He held his body up, and let the tip of his prick rub across the lips of
her cunt. She moaned and felt the pleasure wave flow through her and build
again. Without wanting to, she moaned, "Yes... Oh, Yes... Please... do
it!" Arnie's cock went into the heroine's canal, and she screamed as her
virginity was lost. The mounting pleasure was intense, and the pain of the
penetration of her hymen was short-lived. The tyrant's pumping into her quickly
brought her body to another overwhelming wave of pleasure as her second orgasm
shook her. Arnie felt this and continued to pump himself into her cunt, and
also began to nibble on her breasts, first one, then the other. Kara's
excitement again grew in her body and she could not believe she was again
throbbing with sexual anticipation. When a thrust of Arnie's penis went deep
into her vagina and he exploded with his cum into her, she again climaxed and
her orgasm this time was even more amazing.
The tyrant eased
himself up into a sitting position, a big smile on his face. Now, he thought,
the Kryptonian was his! He moved himself up to sit on her breasts. She moaned,
and opened her eyes. She looked at the man, a puzzled look on her face. Now
what, she thought. Some other attack... she wryly thought, no, not an attack.
Not any more. Not when she was begging for it. Arnie looked down into her face
and spoke. "Open your mouth!" It was not a request, but a command.
The time for requests had passed. She was confused. Did he expect her to... She
wanted to ask. "What do..." But as soon as she tried to speak, he
pushed his cock, covered in her juices and his own cum, into her mouth.
"Suck on it. Lick it clean." He pushed his crotch down, into her
face. She could not pull back, and she was forced to take more of the penis
into her mouth as he wiggled forward. She had to accept her role and began to
suck on the cock, tasting the fluids. She ran her tongue around the dick, and
felt the texture of the penis. She worked the thing, and noticed as it once
again grew erect and hardened. Arnie grabbed her head and forced the dick deep
into her throat. He pumped her head back and forth and when he felt himself
about to ejaculate he pushed the member into her throat and watched her
struggle to swallow the cum as it exploded in her throat. She did not even have
to be asked to perform her next task, as the dick in her mouth was then licked
clean. Having succeeded in another step in his enslavement of the Kryptonian,
he got down off the table. He turned to Bessie and Vernica and spoke.
"Clean her up and have her ready when I return."
Part
Six
Vernica and Bessie
took off Kara's restraints and sat her on the edge of the table. The dark
haired girl had a basin and took a wet washcloth out to wipe down the heroine's
sweat-stained body. She wiped Kara's face and neck, rinsed out the rag and
continued. Supergirl winced as her tender breasts were washed off, then relaxed
as Vernica washed her back. The blonde minion had a tray with crackers, juice
and water. Kara enjoyed the refreshment, and gulped down several glasses. When
Vernica had cleaned the Kryptonian to the waist, she asked her to lay down and
began to wash her legs. Finally, she helped Kara to stand up and began to wash
down her butt, then her crotch. Kara saw that Vernica was trying to be a gentle
as possible, but still the area was very sore, and she winced at the contact.
Bessie put the tray down on the table and with obvious reluctance, spoke.
"Ahhh... Supergirl... we have to get you ready for his... for what he's
going to do to you next." They each took one of her arms and walked her
over to where two ten foot wooden poles were set in the floor about five feet apart.
There were a number of heavy eyebolts in the poles, and ropes were looped
around Kara's wrists as the girls pulled her arms up and tied them to either
pole. They slipped ropes around her ankles also and tied her legs so they were
pulled apart. The fear Supergirl had gone through during of this ordeal was
gone. With this new restraint she was a little apprehensive, but not wracked
with terror. She was now ready to face whatever came next without allowing fear
to cloud her mind. The one thing that did bother her were the bruises she'd
seen all over the face and body of her best friend, Barbara. What had Arnie
done to her... and what was he going to do to her?
He returned, once
again clad in the white robe. He asked the prisoner. "How are you feeling."
She told him she was very sore in spots. "Yes, you have learned that there
is pain in the gift of pleasure. Now you will be taught that there is pleasure
in the gift of pain." He walked behind her, and she could not see what he
was up to. She did not see Vernica walk up to the tyrant and hand him a leather
whip. Arnie flicked the whip and it snapped across Kara's back. She pulled
forward and her body twitched at the sudden lash she'd felt. It had barely
touched her and had not cut the skin, but the stinging was painful. Arnie
continued, repeating his lashes across her back, then the back of her legs, and
then on her buttocks. He didn't say a word, and varied the timing of the
strokes. Ones in quick succession were followed by a pause. She never knew when
the next one would hit, or where. Her arms and shoulders ached from holding her
up and from pulling forward at every stroke. The tyrant dropped the whip to the
floor and walked around to stand in front of Kara. She brought her head up to
look him in the eye. "What were you talking about. There was no pleasure
in that pain." He smiled. "There was. But you got the pain and I got
the pleasure. Are you ready to use the phrase?" She looked at him
quizzicaly. "What phrase?" He
dropped his robe, again naked, and responded. "The phrase Batgirl spoke.
The one that each of my women must be willing to say. When you can say 'I would
like you to fuck me, Master. Please fuck me, Master, it is what I yearn for at
all times." then you are my sex slave. I have succeeded with all these
women, and you will also be mine." Supergirl shook her head and said,
"No!" He moved up to her and stuck his erect cock into her cunt,
wiggling himself to arouse her once again. She felt her pussy was reacting, and
the vaginal juices again began to flow. Her body was surrendering, but she
would not...
She jerked forward,
pushing her body tight against the tyrant as a hand struck her on the ass. She
was totally unprepared for this, and she gasped as the palm of a hand came down
again on her tender buttocks. Turning her head, she could just catch out of the
corner of her eye the figure of Bessie swinging her arms to spank her. The girl
did it again and again, smacking the flesh of Kara's ass. Arnie was pumping his
cock into her in time with the strikes, and each push of his cock into her was
matched by her hard thrust forward. Her body took the pain and the fucking and
combined them into an intense burning that rolled through her entire body. She
felt the intense pleasure of the cock in her matched with the pain on her rear.
The pain and pleasure merged in her mind. Her body twtched and every muscle
tighened as she climaxed over and over, having another orgasm shoot through
her. Her head rolled forward to sag on her chest. She was exhausted. But Arnie
moved around behind her. She felt him place his hands against her butt cheeks,
and she winced at his touch on the tender skin. Then she screamed as he put his
thumbs into her butt crack and pulled the cheeks apart. His cock rammed into
her asshole and he started to fuck her in there without a hint of warning. He
pumped and her anus eased open to receive the intrusion. Soon he was pushing
his entire length into her and slamming his crotch against her tender cheeks
with each stroke. As he did this, Vernica knelt down in front of Kara and
pushed her face against Supergirl's crotch. The girl's arms grabbed Kara's legs
and held on, despite the Kryptonian's gyrations from being fucked for the first
time in her ass. Vernica's tongue pushed into Supergirl's clit and moved to
tease and arouse her once again. The sensation of the cock in her ass, the
tongue in her pussy and the pain in her butt was another combination that drove
the captive into sexual overload. She could hardly take the waves of pleasure
that ran through her. She climaxed several times, then when Arnie came in her
anus and shot the hot seed into her, she had another orgasm, long and
exhausting. She sagged in the restraints, unable to move or even open her eyes.
She could not fight the exhaustion and as she felt herself being released from
the restaints, she passed out.
Part
Seven
Supergirl was not
sure how long she had slept. She was curled up on the hard floor, covered by a
brown blanket. She heard murmuring behind her and rolled over to see what was
happening now. Her entire body was sore, and as she moved, the pain shot
through her. Her shoulders, her ass, and her crotch ached so much that she
could hardly move. As she looked over towards the throne, Arnie sat there. As
she watched, a procession of women walked into the hall and one by one bowed to
the tyrant. Each woman, as she bowed, said "I would like you to fuck me,
Master. Please fuck me, Master, it is what I yearn for at all times." In
each instance, the monster said, "Not right now, but soon, my slave."
and the women moved to the seats, slipping the restraints on their left wrists,
where they clicked into place. But when Batgirl came up and said the phrase of
submission, Arnie told her to go over and join Supergirl. Barbara cringed
noticably, but bowed her head and replied, "Yes, Master." Once all
the other women were in their seats to watch the show the tyrant planned to put
on, he walked over to the two heroines.
Arnie ordered Kara to
recline on her back on the leather covered platform. He had Batgirl to bend
over at Kara's crotch and eat the blonde's pussy. Barbara had a very sad and
embarassed expression on her face as she was forced to do this to her best
friend. Kara felt the sensations in her crotch begin to arouse her once again
as Batgirl's tongue moved around the blonde pussy. Barbara's head suddenly
jolted hard against Kara as the tyrant unexpectantly came up behind her and
shoved his dick into the cunt of the Dark Damsel. She tried to raise her head,
but Arnie's hand was on the back of her head and shoved it back down on Kara.
Babs had to keep eating Supergirl's pussy while she was fucked. Eventually,
Kara felt her friend shudder and realised the tyrant must have come in Batgirl.
He pulled back, and waved a hand to Bessie and Vernica, who had been standing
nearby. "Switch them!" he cried. And the two minions came over and
pulled Supergirl to her feet. They moved Barbara to lay on the table where Kara
had been and forced the Maid of Might to bend forward at her waist and pushed
her face into Batgirl's twat, which was wet with the fluids of the sex that had
just occured. Kara brought her tongue out to lightly touch the lips of the
ravished red-hair, but Arnie's hand went to the back of her head and pushed.
"Get your tongue deep into her and suck every drop of fluid out of her!
It's what she did for you." She followed his orders and felt Batgirl
twitch and gyrate under her probing. Barbara moaned and cried out at the
action. Then Arnie rammed his cock into Kara's pussy, and her tongue in her
friend's cunt became mechanical as she was forced to think about the invasion
of her own love spot. Arnie's hands massaged Kara's sore breasts as he pumped
in and out of her. She felt her body overcome by sensations of pleasure and came.
And fluid exploded into her face as her tongue's movements made Barbara come
soon afterwards. Arnie stood there and laughed. "Wonderful... What are
friends for!!!"
He had Kara placed
back on the platform, and while Batgirl knelt by him to suck his cock clean,
Bessie and Vernica used chains to restrain the Maid of Might at her wrists and
ankles. They bent over, one on either side of the platform, and began to use
their fingers and tongues on the captive. Arnie watched as Bessie's mouth
sucked at Kara's left breast and her hand went to the Kryptonian's crotch and
finger fucked the heroine. On the other side, Vernica licked and bit at the
right tit while two of her fingers went into Kara's anus and kneaded that sore
spot. The sight was very erotic to the tyrant, and his cock grew in Barbara's
mouth until it exploded his seed into her throat. She swallowed this and licked
every drop off the shaft she was servicing. As he finished, he ordered the Dark
Damsel to return to her seat, and Barbara dropped her head, said, "Yes,
Master," and complied. Meanwhile, Kara's body was wracked by spasms of
sexual pleasure that ran through her. She felt a climax, then another. She felt
the excitement building and building in her person, and thought every bit of
her body and soul waited for the cresendo to explode in her. But Arnie called
out, "Back." and the girls stopped their work.
Arnie
bent over Kara and slapped her in the face. " Are you ready? Say it!"
And Kara, her mind fogged by the ordeal, her body yearning to be relieved,
looked up at the tyrant and slowly murmured, "I... I want you to
fuck me, Master. Please fuck me, Master, it is what I yearn for at all
times." The red-haired eternal teen had a big smile on his face as he
climbed on the table and shoved his erect penis into her sore cunt. She winced,
and groaned, and she felt her vagina contract to cling to the organ that was
attacking her. She had faulted her body so many times for giving in to the
sexual enticements, but now she had surrendered, body and mind. She screamed as
she forced her pain-wracked body to arch up to bring the intruding cock even
further into her, and exploded in the most intense orgasm of feelings she had
yet experienced. Her body collapsed to the table, totally wasted. He had come
in her, and he crawled up to her face and stuck his fluid stained cock into her
face. Without being told, she knew what he wanted and began to suck on it,
using her tongue to lick it clean. She kept it up as he hardened in her mouth,
and let the member pump into her thoat. He came again in her mouth and she
sucked down the fluid, not wasting a drop. Finally he climbed down and stared
at the latest totally tamed addition to his harem of super-slaves.
Arnie
bent over Kara and smiled. "That was great. And it always will be, right?
I am going to enjoy doing you for a long time." He pushed three fingers
into her vagina and probed until she gasped and twitched under the disturbance
of the sore areas, oozing more liquid as her body tried to withstand what he
was doing. "Does that hurt?"
His other hand began pinching her right nipple, pulling at it and twisting it
harshly. She felt spasms twitch through her body, and she arched her back,
raising her clit towards him.
"Oh,
you want more, eh, bitch?" Arnied reached into a drawer in the side of the
table. "Not right now. But I've got a little gizmo that Dilwert threw
together for me." He brought out a huge knobby chrome dildo that had a
pistol grip and held it up for her to see. Pressing a button on the handle, it
started to rotate and vibrate noisily. "Ooops," he said,
"...what's this other button do -- I never noticed it before!" when
he pushed that button, many two inch spikes sprang from the side of the dildo,
sticking out in all directions. Now it was not a dildo, but a weapon,
resembling a porcupine's tail. He ran it along the side of Kara's leg, and the
razor sharp points left a series of little cuts that blood trickled from. He
retracted the spikes, then rammed the wicked device into her cunt and started
the vibrations deep inside Kara's pussy.
The entire audience
had been somewhat hushed while Supergirl's ordeal occurred in front of them,
but at this the women in the mid to upper levels of the gallery were overcome
with weeping and cries of terror. They feared they were about to see something
even more depraved than the tyrant had done in the past, and that he would find
it to his liking. In the lower seats, the superheroines all strained against
their chains, knowing they could not sit back any longer in fear of the pain
they and others might have to endure. They knew they would have to sacrifice
their own lives and the lives of anyone to try and stop this horrible man. But Arnie's
plans had been made too well, and each heroine had a chain designed to resist
the power used against it.
"Why are you
worried? You know that if I use this thing to rip up your insides, you would
die. And I have said I want you, so you are pefectly safe, right?" Arnie
looked right into Supergirl's eyes. They were glazed over from the pain and
pleasure she had been through, but she still had the energy to see his face
looking down at her.
She was miserable at
that moment because he had won. He had her and there was nothing she could do
to prevent him from doing to her as he wished. And she suddenly had a thought.
She would never have expected to confront this, but she wanted to give up. She
wanted to die, rather than go on like this. Her worn face did not show it, but
even more tears streamed from her eyes as she realized he had defeated her in
her very soul. He had taken her will to live, the last thing that made her the
heroine she once was. She wanted to die, and her wouldn't let her. This was as
low as she could sink.
"Surprise!"
Arnie screamed as he pushed the second button. The dildo sprouted its deadly
spikes inside her body, and spun, slicing and destroying her from within. Kara
threw her head back and screamed long and loud as deep red blood replaced the
clearer fluids gushing from her vagina. She felt the pain flow over her body as
fast as her life-blood was flowing out of her clit. She was going to die. She
looked at Arnie and said, "...wh...wh...why?"
Arnie looked down at
her with the same manical grin he'd had before and and then turned and walked
back to his throne. He sat and looked at Kara and suddenly the red glow from
the spotlights died, replaced by yellow spotlights that came on. Kara gasped.
The pain was gone. The steel spikes shattered against the now invulnerable
sides of her cunt, and all her wounds vanished. She pulled and the chains to
the tabletop broke like strands of thread. She sat up and turned towards the
tyrant. "NOW YOU WILL PAY..." she screamed as she launched herself at
him.
She did not want to
capture him. In her rage she was going to tear him to pieces and no one would
even recognize the remains when she was done. A little voice in her head asked
if this was the right thing for a superheroine to do. She realized then she
wasn't a superheroine at that instant, she was a victim.
But she flew only a
few feet before the spotlights switched back to red and she crashed heavily to
the floor. She lay there wracked with new pain in her body from her impact with
the floor, cursing herself for thinking for one instant that she had a chance
to end this. She felt the shattered metal pieces of the dildo still inside her
again cutting into the tender walls of her vagina.
Arnie walked over to
her and rubbed his hands in glee. "It worked, it worked! This is why I
wanted you more than anyone I have ever lusted after. I can take you, torture
you to the very edge of death, and with the spotlights restore you to full
health in an instant! You are the ultimate torture victim - a victim with a
reset button!" The monster was so happy, but everyone else in the room was
overcome with horror as they realized what kind of torment Arnie was proposing
for the Maid of Steel. "I can do anything I want to you over and over
again. If I get bored I can experiment... all your wounds healed... if I cut
off a finger, will it grow back? If I gouge out an eye, will that? I can keep
this up while you beg me to let you die!"
He grabbed a handful
of her hair and pulled her head up from the floor, where the tears were
steaming from her eyes. "And someday I may let you die. And you have to
believe me, because that's the only thing left for you to hope for, isn't
it?" He pulled at her hair, dragging her along the floor back toward the
blood-stained table. "When that happens, I'll start over with a fresh,
innocent Supergirl to do the same thing on. You see, with the data I've pulled
from other dimensions, Dilwert has been working on a cloning process that will
allow me a unlimited supply of Supergirls..."
Kara heard this and
shuddered. Not again! She had been cloned against her will once before and
swore that would never happen again - especially not here! She forced her
pain-wracked body to turn over, got up and pulled her hair away from Arnie's
grasp. She had no super powers, but she managed to stand and wrapped the
fingers of her hands around the neck of the man she really hated and began to
squeeze. He was shocked at her sudden actions and she saw the fear emerge in
his eyes. But his fingers snapped and she felt the intense pain wrack her body.
For a few seconds she kept her fingers at his throat, but finally, the pain
overcame her and she fell back and curled into a fetal shape on the floor,
losing all contact with anything outside of her body.
Arnie got up and
massaged his throat, amazed at what Supergirl had found the strength to do.
"You bitch!" he cried and gave the helpless figure several hard kicks
in the stomach. Supergirl was already in so much pain she barely felt them.
"I am going to find every way to inflict pain and misery on you forever.
You will pay for what you did!'
Part
Eight
"Nope.
Won't." came a voice from the back of the room.
Arnie turned to the
source of this statement. The torturer was shocked, as he saw a short, very
fat, be-speckled young man standing there. Arnie cried out, "Bessie,
Vernica, get rid of this... this little fat nothing!"
But when nothing
happened, the tyrant realized he had never turned off the "pain"
setting on the bracelets. He turned to look at his minions, expecting to see
them writhing in pain on the floor. Instead, they were getting up and looking
with wistful gazes at the stranger. Arnie saw all the women chained in the
audience were also gazing with lovestruck faces at the fat nothing. And that
bitch Supergirl was sitting up. What was going on? He snapped his fingers
again, but the fat little fellow snapped his fingers and the ring on Arnie's hand
began sputtering, gave off spanks and jumped off his finger! None of the women
showed any sign of discomfort, and continued to look lovingly at their rescuer.
"How did you...
" Arnie pulled a weapon from his belt, and a beam of intense green light was
directed at the stranger. The beam of light played over the fellow, but seemed
to have no effect. He started forward and Arnie stared at the figure who was
unharmed, while the wall behind him was blackened and charred -- except for a
perfect outline of the fat intruder. "Stay back.. I command you... I am
the Master of the World and you can't..."
"Master of the
World? Maybe this world, but in the overall scheme of things, you don't even
make the top one hundred. You could have escaped our notice, but when you
started menacing other dimensions, you had to be stopped. Adekoth was going to
come, but he couldn't miss his daughter's soccer game. Penton and Fosdernal
weren't able to change their tee times, and Bosnariak had tickets to see the
Grateful Dead. So they looked at me and said, 'Hermie, can you take care of
it.' I was reluctant to get involved, but, well, I had a free afternoon."
Arnie leaned back in
his throne, overcome with a deep paralyzing fear he had never felt before. The
overweight stranger walked up the steps to the throne and stood in front of it.
Arnie held his hands in front of his face and whined, "What... what are
you going to do?"
Hermie reached in his
pants pocket and pulled something out. It was a large translucent red disc, at
least a foot in diameter, with a shaft imbedded in it. There was no way such an
item could have fit in the pocket he had pulled it from, but Arnie had to
believe what he seeing. Hermie held up the item and said, "I'm gonna bop
you with this here lollipop!" And he did, with the tyrant crashing from
the throne to end up spread-eagled on the floor. Hermie looked down at Arnie,
then gave the lollipop a lick. "Hmmmm. Hard-to-get cinnamon."
Arnie pulled his head
up, dazed and stared at the rotund rescuer. He saw Hermie take a piece of
paper, write something, and pin it to the front of the defeated tyrant's shirt.
Then Arnie was surrounded by a dull light and a swirl of energy. He recognized
the signs of a dimensional rift -- where was he being sent?
The defeated villain
found himself laying on a hard stone surface, gradually recovering from his
bopping and from the rigors of the dimensional shift. He saw an expanse of
desert and noticed he was on a flag-stone paved road leading to the doors of a
huge stone fortress. The massive gates swung open and two burly guards came
out, grabbing him by his arms and dragging him inside. Arnie's cries of protest
only resulted in several smacks to his head, so he allowed himself to be taken
along quietly. He was taken to a huge exotic chamber where an impressive man
clad in silk robes and a turban sat on a jewel-encrusted throne. The Emir
looked at the red haired young man and asked, "I was told he was sending me
a new servant, but you don't look like much. I will have to find a task for you
to perform to earn you the priviledge of living in the palace. What is that
parchment attached to the front of your strange clothes?"
Arnie wasn't
surprised that he could understand the Emir's words. Long ago, Dilwert had
invented a compact translator module that allowed him to understand any
language he heard. It was surgically imbedded behind his right ear and worked
to perfection, allowing him to converse with any of the women he had taken from
other exotic dimensions. It would help him here, too. In a year he would be
running this dimension and be sitting on the Emir's throne. But when he looked
down at the parchment that was pinned to the front of his shirt, he paused. It
had a message written in some exotic language. The module only translated
spoken word, not writing. He felt uneasy as he detached it and handed it to the
Emir. As he reached in that direction, the two massive guards loomed a little
closer to him, so he was careful to hand over the paper without making any
threatening moves.
"It is a message
from my exquisite friend, Hermie Bopnecker! He says you can be used as a
cleaning lackey in the palace, especially in the harem quarters." The Emir
looked up at the defeated ex-tryrant and asked, "Are you really trained
adequately to clean floors, change bed linens and empty chamberpots?"
"Oh, I can do these tasks very well, your majesty." Arnie smiled, as
he knew he would be able to do much more if he worked in the harem.
"Very well.
Guards, take him to be prepared. As he will be working in the harem, he will
have to be castrated." The emir signaled with a wave of his hand for the
guards to drag him away. They did so, silencing Arnie's screams with a crack
along the side of his head. And Arnie spent several years working quietly as a
eunuch in the Emir's service, growing old quickly when he was away from the
age-arresting properties of Rotterdale and dying of old age alone in his small,
wretched room in the basement.
Back at Rotterdale,
Hermie brought Dilwert into the hall and instructed him to work at freeing the
bindings on all the captured superheroines and told him what to use to remove
the bracelets that were supposed to be impossible to take off. The women were
gathering in small groups, hugging each other with tear-streaked faces as they
rejoiced in their freedom. Hermie was being approached by one woman after
another and being told she would do anything to express her deep
gratitude. He politely turned them away as looked to see where further help was
needed. He was used to this. He had always had as part of his powers total
irresistability for the opposite sex. When he was young, it was maternal. As he
reached puberty, he became totally wanted by women. All women. Every woman.
Except his mother, thank god. The attention was annoying, but he had allowed
some of them on his world to have sex. They said it was fantastic and that just
made it harder to turn them away afterwards. That was why he had been reluctant
at first when offered this task. All these women would be so... grateful.
As Hermie looked over
the milling crowd, he realized these ladies were very different. The
super-heroines were exceptional women and he began to understand Arnie's
fascination with them. Their looks, their energy, and their bearing made them
stand out. He stared at them, feeling an interest he hadn't felt in a long
time. The green-skinned one one was incredible... so big, so muscular, yet
totally feminine. And that look she was giving him! The ladies were donning
their costumes that had been retrieved by Mr. Ludge, and Bessie and Vernica
went through the crowd, begging forgeiveness for what had happened. As they
comforted each other, the heroines stopped the two girls and assured them they
were aware that the pair had been forced to do these things and were not to be
blamed.
Hermie knew he would
be returning the heroines to their home dimensions, but as the Huntress and
Spider Woman seductively wrapped themselves on his shoulders, he felt urges he
had not realized in years. The ladies were so grateful for their
rescue... maybe he could stay for a little while.
-----<Author's
notes:>-----
This story started
out with the thought that came to me - those
young folks (you know who) have been in high school for over 60 years. What
would it be like if they actually were trapped in a dimension where people were
"stuck" in a place where nobody aged? With the decision to make
"Arnie" a coniving super tyrant with rather bizarre sexual
preferences, I knew that his target would be slowly worn down by her ordeal. I
wanted to put Supergirl in this position, making her resist as long as she
could to show what kind of resolve and grit a true super-heroine would show in
the face of incredible adversity. Heroes are created not by their powers or
abilities, but by the will and mental toughness they exhibit. The more
Supergirl resists in this story, the greater a heroine she is, by my thinking.
Arnie shows real nastiness
in this story. Sorry, but good has to face evil to have a memorable encounter.
And the greater the evil, the greater the good that must confront it. If
Supergirl had to face a villain who parks in a handicapped zone -- well, he'd
be evil, but where would be the drama in that?
I really hope that
some of you who read this tale already knew
who Herbie Popnecker was. The fellow was such a weird take on comic book
characters that comic books fans back then really were surprised at what he could
do. It was a natural to use him for a surprise ending. If you are not familiar with him, check
out... http://www.toonopedia.com/herbie.htm and
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Herbie_Popnecker for articles about his
abilties and adventures.
I
would very much like to get any feedback you might have about my work. It's the
only payment I get for my efforts! E-mail me your thoughts about my little
story to therat4040@yahoo.com. -- Alias the
Rat 2/08