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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