By
Barnabus
Written: 3/18/08 1/5/11
Revised: xx/xx/xx
(Supergirl, M/F, fantasy, bondage, rape, m/c, miscellaneous villains.)
SUBJECT:This story is not intended to encourage, nor does the author advocate or condone the type of activity or behavior portrayed here.
Supergirl, Lex Luthor, Killer Crok, Two-Face and Supermans Fortress of Solitude are copyrighted, trademarked, and owned by DC Comics. I am borrowing them for my own pleasure.
Inspiration for the story came from: the Wizards challenge # 17, Nomads take titled: Once I learned . . . or must . . . remove . . . panties . . .
It was originally intended an entry ia Wizards contest. Although I had decided to pass up this contest, feedback from a reader launched me into the story.
Other challenge manips that contributed to the story were: Seanbroims Take 2 from Challenge 17, titled: Youre mine, now, Supergirl. Youve neither mind nor will.
And Wild Card Jokers Take from Challenge 19, Titled: Supergirl, you must do as I command . . . or The Wizard has done it. He has beaten Supergirl . . .
The Predator in this story is my creation.
This is a work of fan-fiction. This story is written for personal enjoyment and entertainment purposes only, specifically for those who appreciate the super heroine in bondage/peril/sexual situations genre. The story depicts graphic sexual situations, including bondage, violence, and non-consensual sex, among a number of other nasty things. No commercial profit is expected to be made from it. It may be copied for personal use or for posting on other sites, provided they are free sites. It may NOT be posted on any site that requires a "membership fee" of any kind. This includes adult verification sites. This story may NOT be posted to any site requiring an AVS where money is involved, or an AVS which sells its mailing list or members information to outsiders. (Hey, lets be fair! If Im not going to make money from my work, why should someone else?)
(If you do copy this story to another web page, please give me the courtesy of an e-mail, so I can see where my work is going. Who knows? Maybe youll introduce me to a new favorite website!)
Like most stories of this ilk, at the end of the story (unless there is a sequel) the characters are magically returned to their original condition, undamaged, unharmed, and unchanged in any way with no memory of the events that have taken place. It is as if the story had never happened, because, after all, it never really did.
The story is set in modern times.
As often in the case of rape, birth control is ignored in this story. But of course in 'real life every reasonable adult should know that he or she should behave responsibly when participating in sexual activities and he or she wishes to avoid unwanted conception and the spread of disease.
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Chapter 1. The award
And so, as a modest token of our appreciation, we present Supergirl with this solid platinum wrist watch! And with a flourish, the Mayor of Gotham City placed the wrist watch on Supergirls wrist and it snapped into place. Supergirl only visited Gotham occasionally, usually at Batmans request, but on a recent visit, she had single handed captured an especially nefarious gang and thrown them in prison. The Mayor of Gotham had been so impressed he had invited her back for this special Ceremony of Appreciation.
And now, to complete our festivities, Supergirl will ride uptown in our motor cavalcade to the Mayors residence for an open house and reception in her honor. It was a few minutes before noon.
Taking Supergirls hand, the Mayor led her down the Gotham City City Hall Steps to a line of waiting stretch limousines. The mayor and his bodyguard moved to the first Limo after gesturing to the second Limo for Supergirl. Supergirl headed for the second Limo but was intercepted by a security man who steered her to the third Limousine. As she entered the Limo, the security man slipped in behind her and sat across from her.
Somehow, Supergirl felt uncomfortable with him. What is your name? she asked.
You may call me The Predator, was the reply. That was a strange name. Self consciously, she looked at her new, platinum wrist watch and noticed that it had just ticked past 12:00, noon. She sensed a slight movement in the watch and felt an infinitesimal tingling in her arm. Then she noticed that her limousine had turned from the motorcade and was crossing the Borough Bridge out of the downtown area and into an adjoining borough of the city.
The driver has made a wrong turn, She commented. This isnt the way to the Mayors residence.
There is no mistake. The driver is following his directions, The Predator answered.
Supergirl was beginning to have difficulty concentrating. And the tingling in her arm increased. I dont understand. Where are you taking me? Whats happening? Supergirl started to rise from her seat.
Stay seated! The Predator commanded, and an amazed Supergirl found herself obeying. Surprised at her instant obedience to his command, Supergirl tried again to stand, but her legs didnt respond to her wishes. Slowly, she moved her hand toward her belt intending to send out a distress signal.
The Predator saw the movement and spoke: Do not send out any sort of signal. Supergirls hand froze and try as she might she could not reach the signal button on her belt. The Predator continued, We will soon arrive at our destination. Somewhat alarmed, she was aware that she was beginning to feel an unexplained sexual arousal.
Again, Supergirl tried to stand, but she couldnt move. What are you doing? Why cant I move? she demanded as the Limousine pulled into the open door of a warehouse and drew up to an enclosure inside, coming smoothly to a stop.
You are able to move, The Predator replied quietly. Its time to get out of the car. The Predator opened the door and slipped out and Supergirl found that she could not only move, but immediately followed him. As soon as they had both exited the limo, the car silently pulled away, exiting the building with the door shutting behind it.
Lets go inside, The Predator suggested, taking Supergirls arm, opening a door and leading her into the enclosure. As the door closed behind her, Supergirl was surprised to find a comfortable, well furnished living room complete with a small kitchen and dining area in one corner and two other doors, presumably one to the bathroom and one to the bedroom. Supergirl tried to scan the walls with her x-ray vision but found that the entire apartment was lead-lined.
Stay here, he said as he went to the kitchen to take a bottle of wine from an ice bucket and pour two glasses.
Although she tried, once more Supergirl found she could not move. It was almost as if she was paralyzed. She could only move when he commanded her to move. And her mind was growing more foggy by the minute. Also the situation was arousing her more than she cared to admit.
Why cant I move? What have you done to me? she asked, her words becoming slightly slurred.
The Predator turned to her and smiled. Its the watch, he said simply and he moved to her, handing her a wine glass. Raising his in a toast, he said, to Supergirl and The Predator and to intimacy. He sipped his wine while Supergirl started at him astonished.
Drink up, he said, and, although she tried to resist, Supergirl raised the glass to her lips and drained it. Youre mine, now, Supergirl! Youve neither a mind nor a will! The Predator took her empty glass, saying, Ill take care of this. Returning to the kitchen, he casually said, Please take off your costume. Leave your underwear. He stopped and turned back to Supergirl and added: And do not send out a distress signal of any kind.
Supergirl tried to use all of her will power to resist his command, but in the end everything was futile. First her belt loosened and fell to the floor, the distress signal device with it. Then she pulled her trademark blue v-neck top, complete with the S encased pentagram up and over her head. Her shorts followed, pushed down over her boots to the floor.
Having disposed of the wine glasses, The Predator turned to watch as she kicked the boots from her feet. Her underwear consisted of a tight tee shirt (which also contained the Superman pentagram insignia) and a pair of red French cut brief. Her breasts were high and nicely rounded, her aureoles and growing nipples were clearly visible through the cotton material.
How are you doing this? she asked, her mind becoming increasingly befuddled even as she felt arousal growing incredibly within her. She knew that the crotch of her pants was growing darker from the moisture she was generating. She was vaguely aware of a musky scent that was permeating the air, and she felt mortified at the thought that the scent was coming from her.
Mmmmm, delicious! The Predator observed. He gestured with a finger indicating a lowering motion. The panties, please. Drawing upon reserves she didnt know she had, Supergirl stood her ground. No! She stated, her wide blue eyes almost turning purple. How?
The Predator smiled giving her the momentary victory. As I said, it was the watch. When I learned you were to be honored and given a platinum watch, I disguised Brainiacs Pink Kryptonite base mind control device as the award watch and substituted it for the original watch. It was programmed to begin operating at noon. He paused and picked up a device from the bar that looked very much like a small TV remote control. He turned a knob on the control device. By now, the combination of the pink Kryptonite and the Mind control device should have you completely under control. But well boost the mind control just a bit.
He raised his eyes to hers. Now strip for me! He had done it. He had beaten Supergirl. Although Supergirl could feel no difference, the combination of Pink Kryptonite and the Mind Control device was more than the Maiden of Steel could handle.
Without taking her eyes from his, she hooked her thumbs in the sides of her undergarments, muttering, Must . . . remove . . . panties . . . and slowly her panties were pushed past her hips exposing her thin patch of blond curly pubic hair that scarcely concealed her vulva. He smiled as the light glistened from the small drops of moisture that were forming on the top layer of her bush Although she saw his eyes drop as she lowered her panties, Supergirl kept her eyes riveted to his. She bent to step out of her panties, then rose again to her full height. Her instructions were not completed yet. Even though her mind was shadowy, her hands found the lower edge of her tee-shirt and lifted it. Don't take it off! the predator commanded. Just pull it up enough to expose your breasts.
Supergirl drew the tee-shirt up until the lower portions of her hemispheres were revealed, then stopped, dropping her hands to her sides.
Nice try, the predator responded, smiling at her obvious attempt to circumvent his wishes. Pull the tee-shirt up until your entire breasts are exposed.
Reluctantly, Supergirl obeyed pulling the tee shirt up to her armpits and adjusting it to ride over the top of her mamaries, exposing her beautiful breasts in their full magnificence. She flushed with embarrassment.
Excellent! he smiled. Now, come to me.
Obviously, Supergirl was not used to being naked in the presence of a man, especially one who obviously had control over her every action and had somehow weakened her so that she could not resist him. Hesitantly, she stepped up to him. Surprised, she realized that although she was weak and could not resist any of his orders, her mind had cleared to the place where she fully knew what was happening.
After placing the remote control device on the bar, he carefully arranged the tee-shirt so that the Superman pentagram insignia was prominently displayed above her left breast. Then, placing his hands on her shoulders, he ran them down her arms. At her elbows, he slipped his hands to her naked hips and stroked them, before letting his hands slide behind her to cup her comfortably rounded buttocks. The Pink Kryptonite had weakened her, but obviously it had made her much more sensitive also. Supergirl reddened in humiliation as he squeezed her posterior. She was relieved that it only lasted a moment as he slid his hands up her back. Then, to her shock, he slid his hands around her rib cage and enclosed her breasts, squeezing them, exploring them. Supergirl flinched when his fingers found her nipples and pinched them.
"Please, dont, she begged. Unable to resist him, she found she speak. But he turned her around and pulled her back to him, sliding both hands down her torso until they passed over her blonde patch and one finger slipped between the lips of her vulva. She gasped and pleaded, Stop! But he didnt stop.
She trembled inwardly, hiding her fear as the finger found her opening and pressed inward. Supergirl knew that she had muscles unknown to earth females that could prevent penetration by a normal human. All she had to do was to tighten them and he could struggle from now until doomsday and never gain access to her most sacred of places. Mortified by what he was doing, she tightened the muscles.
He pressed harder, making two or three attempts to push past her threshold, then stopped and resumed running his hands over her anatomy, exploring it.
Suddenly he stopped and stepped beside her. Lets go to the bedroom, he suggested, taking her hand. She noticed he had the remote in his other hand. Although she didnt want to obey, her legs began moving beside him. Youll notice that Im giving you the opportunity to walk to the bedroom under your own power, he stated, opening the door. (Under her own power, Supergirl thought, but not under her own free will.)
Chapter 2: Basic bondage
The room was empty except for a roughly queen sized table with a plywood top and four upright 4x4 beams that acted as bedposts with a simple sheet covering it.
Supergirl immediately saw that the bed had straps connected to the head and the foot of the platform with some sort of cuff on the end of each strap. There also appeared to be motors that could tighten or loosen the straps at the will of the captor. If nothing else, the straps could secure a victims wrists and ankles spread-eagle, but there were other straps at the sides of the table that she wasnt sure of their function.
Get on bed, Supergirls captor commanded, and she had no option but to do as she was told. On your back.
There could be little doubt in Supergirls mind that rape was on his agenda, even though she thought it was obvious that her vaginal muscles could prevent it. But she was seriously concerned if her exposure to the pink Kryptonite might weaken her muscles to the point where she might be unable to resist his attack. She had resisted his attempt to violate her a few minutes earlier, but weakened as she was by the Kryptonite radiation, it had required much greater effort on her part than she expected.
Overcoming minimal resistance, he fastened her wrists to the fasteners at the head of the bed. The cuffs were surprisingly simple Velcro straps, but they were remarkably effective. Next he bound her ankles to the foot of the bed. The straps were still slack, but Supergirl noted that her ankles would be about shoulder width if pulled tight.
Moving from side to side, he secured each elbow with one of the side fasteners and each knee with the other. The result was that her arms were extended straight out from her shoulders, and her elbows bent upward. Likewise, her knees were separated to about the same width as her elbows leaving her womanhood spread and wide open to any degradation he might wish to perpetrate on her.
As a final step, he buckled a wide leather belt around her waist, which had cuffs for her wrists on both her right and left side.
Chapter 3: Why?
He stroked her, caressing her with surprising gentleness, once more exploring her naked body. Although he had freer access to her entire body, and almost unlimited access to her womanhood, his fingers fondled her nether lips, gently sought out her clitoris and stroked it causing her to whimper. Then his finger found the opening to her vagina to pick up a trace of moisture before he began circling that orifice.
Why are you doing this? she asked, her hips unconsciously wiggling, attempting to escape his attentions.
To avenge my foster daughter. She made the mistake of falling in with a bad group of companions. She quickly realized the error of her ways and determined to leave the gang, but they had planned a job that included her. She took part in the job, so she was guilty, although her part in the entire operation was miniscule. She didnt deserve the sentence she received.
The Predator hand settled over Supergirls pubis, again caressing the opening of her vagina teasing her and causing tremors to pass through her. She tightened her vaginal muscles
You captured the entire gang, and, ultimately, your testimony sent her to prison. She was sent to one of the most brutal prisons for women there is. Her first night there, the guards had a party. She was the guest of honor.
Still teasing her exposed womanhood, he began to unbutton his shirt with his free hand.
She died as a result of the multiple rape. There was a rupture of her vagina and the guards were afraid to call for medical help for fear of reprisals. She was in agony as she bled to death.
He slipped out of his shirt and concluded, Her autopsy found semen from at least 14 men. He paused as his eyes fogged over for a moment. The autopsy also found that she had been a virgin before that evening.
I can only imagine how you must feel, Supergirl whispered. But raping me wont bring her back. She began to plead, Please dont do this. Im a virgin, just like your foster daughter was.
His eyes cleared, focusing on her. Can you imagine what its like to lose your virginity to a rape? And to be raped by 14 men, one after the other?
Supergirl shuddered. I think so.
Interesting, he observed, taking both hands to remove his shoes and the rest of his clothes. Ill ask you again later on.
As soon as he was undressed, he paused to pick up the remote mind control device. I like the way Brainiac designed this mechanism. It actually has three functions. First, it emits a variable amount of Kryptonite radiation, so I can control exactly how strong you actually are. Right now its set so you have approximately the strength of a normal adult human female. The second function can control your body, actually making you do almost anything I demand. He looked up at her and added, That's why you couldn't move when I told you not to.
Turning his attention back to the device, he continued, The third function controls how your mind works. With the twist of a knob, I can turn you into a dumb bimbo, amiable to any action I might perpetrate on you. He turned a knob, and without warning, Supergirls attention centered on what she must look like, wondering how she could comb her hair, wondering if she should change her hair color, wondering if she really looked sexy with her legs spread like this.
Suddenly, without warning, her mind cleared and horrified, she focused on The Predator standing over her.
"Then, again, I could use a different setting, he continued, adjusting the device, to turn you into a raging nymphomaniac . . . His words faded out as Supergirl felt sudden and intense desire to have a man . . . any man . . . and since The Predator was standing beside her without any clothes, she wanted him. She wanted him NOW. She suddenly felt a powerful itch in a place she couldnt scratch and only a man could provide satisfaction. And just as suddenly as before, her mind cleared. She was panting and sweat was breaking out on her brow.
Or, Predator explained, I can cloud your thoughts so you are in a dream world. I can give you a high greater than the finest heroine rush, or I can spread overwhelming pain throughout your body. Or I can even isolate particular areas of pain, such as your nipples . . . Supergirl cringed as she felt her nipples being crushed beneath some invisible force, or your clit . . . the pain in her nipples was gone and Supergirl suddenly felt her clit being pulled from her, twisted, abused, causing excruciating pain. Then suddenly, the pain was gone.
The Predator was there, adjusting the remote control. Or, I can keep your mind clear so that you know everything thats happening to you. Supergirl was more terrified than she had ever been in her life at the thought of what he could make her do with that damnable machine!
But I believe in giving you the worst thing you can experience. Therefore, ve decided not to use the special settings. I will keep you weak enough that any man can take you any way he wishes, but I will permit your brain to function without interference. That way you experience everything that happens to you. Likewise, I will leave your body free to react normally, without direction from me or the machine. Oh, and the mind controller will prohibit you from biting or injuring me or anyone else. And it will keep you from passing out, if you are so inclined. I want you to remain conscious so you can appreciate all thats going to happen to you. That way you can fully enjoy the experience.
The coldness of his statement was more disturbing than anything she had yet heard. My foster daughter was raped by 14 men. Since he had removed his clothing, Supergirl couldnt avoid observing that he had grown to full erection.
His eyes grew hard. So now, its your turn to find out what its like. And if youre really a virgin like you say, I will be your first. He moved over her. Ill take things nice and slow so that you can appreciate every minute of it. You can enjoy the same sensations that my foster daughter felt.
Chapter 4: Virginity lost
"Please, don't do this! Supergirl begged as Predator moved over her, adjusting his position, bring his raging instrument in line with Supergirls defenseless vagina. Please! I'm begging you, she shouted, desperation entering her voice. She was defenseless to his approach maybe, but certainly not vulnerable. Shifting her hips side to side, she tried to avoid his attack. She also tried shifting her hips up and down, but quickly realized this was not effective
"Don't! she screamed, desperately pulling against her restraints.
The Predator steadied himself, placing his hands on Supergirls hips. He leaned forward. Unable to escape by moving her hips, Supergirl tightened her muscles defensively as she felt the slight pressure from his phallus. She tried to use her legs to grab his hips to stop him, but her bonds prevented her. She was wet from the extensive stimulation he had done to her, and the wetness would make penetration easier. She concentrated on tightening her muscles hard clutching tighter to block his entrance.
The Predator noted her resistance. You can feel it, cant you? And you think that you are strong enough to prevent me from taking you, dont you? But try to imagine for a moment what it will feel like when you are filled with my manhood. Imagine the sensation of being pumped by a man, of feeling his semen pouring into your defenseless womb. Try to imagine.
Supergirl had no desire to imagine anything of the sort. She held her muscles tight, determined to prevent his entry.
The Predator pressed a little harder. Youre so tight! Are you actually still a virgin? It will be such a pleasure to loosen you up!
Supergirl's entire concentrating was on keeping her muscles tight to prevent his entry. Are you trying to tease me? he mocked. Or are you simply trying to heighten my anticipation? Youve lost, you know. I will have you. His hand grasped her breast, caressing it, squeezing it, pinching her nipple between his fingers.
Supergirl arched her back, trying to move away from the invading manhood. The Predator shifted with her, the tip of his manhood continuing to tease her womanhood, to caress the area between the lips of her vulva. He was obviously enjoying the distress he was causing his victim.
Supergirl jerked at the bonds that were holding her in place, but the pink Kryptonite had weakened her to the point where her struggles were ineffective. Her lovely blue eyes were wide with fear, her lips slightly parted as she panted, struggling hard to maintain her composure in the absolutely compromising position. Sweat formed on her upper lip and forehead as she vainly struggled to escape from the eminent threat of his masculine tool pressing against the entrance to her temple of womanhood.
Suddenly, he stopped. Youre making it difficult for me, he observed. I could use lubrication to make penetration easier. . . Supergirl didnt like that. Or I could readjust the mind control device . . . She liked that even less.
Or . . . .
The Predator reached up, grabbing the Wrist with the platinum watch and opening the Velcro fastener. Although Supergirl struggled, he succeeded to bring the wrist down and fasten it to the cuff attached to the belt. Supergirl resisted on general principles, but once the wrist (and the pink Kryptonite mind control device) was in place, she realized the logic to his actions. With the pink Kryptonite device was strapped to her waist, the Kryptonite radiations were flooding her waist . . . and pelvis . . . and . . . her . . . . . . vagina.
Again, The Predator slipped between her tingling, fleshy lips to find the damp opening. He pressed forward once more.
Noooooooo! she wailed.Supergirl tried to tighten her muscles. Although her muscles were still strong, especially when compared to a human woman, the Kryptonite exposure weakened them and slowly The Predator began to enter her. He smiled as she grunted, and slowly, he approached her maidenhead.
Although she was a Kryptonian, Supergirls hymen was essentially the same as that of a human woman. In her case, the thin membrane encircled the entrance of her vagina but, like most females, there was an opening that permitted passage of menstrual fluids. Supergirl gave a cry of despair as The Predators penis pressed against her hymen. Although his penis was unable to break through the hymen, it found the opening and with great effort, his invading manhood caused the membrane to stretch painfully wide. And, with great effort, he passed through the narrow opening. Probably no other woman in the world had a hymen strong enough to resist this abuse, but, due to the super strength of all of her body, Supergirls maidenhead valiantly resisted destruction. However, even this super membrane was not impervious to pain as it was stretched far beyond any reasonable limit. She cried out.
The strain on Supergirls stretching maidenhead caused her greater pain than she thought was possible. She wasnt used to pain, especially sustained pain. And pain of this magnitude almost overwhelmed her as she screamed. She probably would have passed out from the pain had it not been for the mind control commands she had received preventing her escape into unconsciousness.
The Predator encountered incredible tightness as Supergirls membrane compressed his penis. Her tightness and pressure had him bordering on severe pain and in any other circumstance he would withdraw. However, he had anticipated that this might happen, and uncomfortable though he was, he knew that Supergirls discomfort must be many times greater than his.
He pulled back, feeling the incredible sensation of her hymen sliding over and off of his penis as he did so. With the stretching of her hymen temporarily relieved, Supergirl collapsed beneath him, panting from relief.
Please stop, she pleaded. Havent you done enough to me yet?
Not yet. Your maidenhead is still intact. He began sliding into her again slowly. I want it! And I want a great deal more as well!
The Predator thrust into her again, hard, and her battered maidenhead, weakening from the Kryptonite exposure, was no longer able to resist the strain. She was a super being, but there were limits to her super strength. Likewise, the pink Kryptonite was weakening her hymen as well as the rest of her. Her maidenhead gave way, shredding before his onslaught, and Supergirl screamed again, shrieking as her virginity was torn from her. Instantly, The Predator felt the difference and recognised what had happened.
Overwhelmed by the shock of what had happened to her, of being dishonored, defeated and disgraced, Supergirl collapsed beneath him. Her mind almost shut down.
Relishing his victory, The Predator withdrew an inch and began thrusting home driving his tool as deeply into Supergirl as possible. Supergirl made a feeble attempt to stop him by tightening her muscles, but to no avail. She lay defeated beneath him and no longer offered any resistance. Almost immediately, he seized and began grunting, emptying all the tension in his body onto her, consummating his domination of his helpless captive. Somewhere in the dim recesses of her intellect, Supergirl felt something hot and wet bursting forth inside of her as he poured his vile fluids into her, claiming her as his possession, marking her with his seed.
Horrified, she snapped back to reality, recognizing what was happening. Aaahhh! The anguished cry escaped from her lips as she wildly wiggled her hips trying to escape from his attack on her virtue. Pull out! Dont come inside me! she begged.
Youve got to be kidding, he gasped. And he thrust into her all the harder. His sperm continued to shoot into her. Helplessly, Supergirl gave up, and even though she had resisted him as best she could, he was erupting with a massive climax, spurting his creamy white semen into her. He filled her womb with his seed. There was panic and total defeat in her soul, her luscious body lay bound and helpless beneath her attacker as the warm rush of cum poured into her.
Mesmerized Transfixed, she lay on her back, receiving his cum. It was the first time in her life she felt cum spurting into her. She accepted the evidence of his passion as it filled her vagina. No, it wasnt passion: it was vengeance! She was nothing but a receptacle for his sperm. She knew his sperm already was moving from her vagina into her womb and swimming into her tubes. He had planted his seed in her. She had received it. There was no doubt that he had completed the act. The beautiful blond heroine felt the wetness seeping between her thighs and sobbed.
How does it feel, Supergirl? he taunted. You a virgin, a real virgin, and I took your virginity from you! I popped your cherry! How did you like being raped? How does it feel to be screwed by a total stranger?
There was no need to wait for an answer. He jerked his deflating member from her, and the sudden exit hurt hrt almost as much as when he had broken her hymen. He rolled from the bed and touched a control causing all of the bonds holding Supergirl in place to loosen.
Ill give you chance to relax a bit while I check with your next admirer. He grabbed his clothes and leaned over to whisper in her ear, I asked you to imagine what it would be like to lose your virginity to a rape.
He ran his tongue around Supergirls ear causing her to quake. Was it what you imagined? Was it as good as you expected? How do you feel now? He kissed her cheek. Ill be back soon. And he left the room.
Supergirl felt tainted, contaminated, and polluted. She was Supergirl: the Girl of Steel, the strongest woman on the planet, . . . and she had just been raped. In a daze, Supergirl pulled the bonds that were now loose, but definitely still in place, and rolled on her side. She found the edge of the sheet and pulled it over her as she fell into a fetal position. Although she was unable to formulate the clear thoughts, she knew she would be raped again tonight. She would probably be raped 14 times by 14 different men.
Then she couldnt think any more.
Chapter 5: Once more
Supergirl didnt know how long she lay curled up on that plywood slab of plywood, but some time later she heard the door open and close. She forced her eyes open. It was The Predator again.
Your next admirer has been delayed, so Ill have to fill in for a while. I dont want you to be left alone without being entertained, he explained gently as he took her shoulder and tried to roll her onto her back.
N no! she complained, futily trying to resist. Vaguely, she recognized the symptoms of shock. Not only was she weakened from the Kryptonite radiations, her entire body felt enfeebled, unwilling to respond in the aftermath of being raped. Still, she tried to resist and The Predator used the motors to pull her elbows easily to the side forcing her onto her back, although he left the rest of her restraints loose.
I asked you before if you could imagine what it would be like to lose your virginity to a rape, he began as he removed clothes again. Was it anything like you expected?
No, Supergirl croaked out. She tugged pitifully against the straps that held her elbows outward, forcing her onto her back. It was worse than anything I could imagine.
Removing the last of his clothes, Supergirl saw that he already was sporting a large erection. He paused to pick up and examined the remote control. After a moment, he nodded his head. You are still weakened from the Kryptonite radiation, but your strength is still close to that of a normal adult female. And since Ive given no special instructions, your body is still free to react normally. The device is still set to permit your brain to function normally . . . or at least as normally as a womans mind can function under the circumstances." He paused and looked up. "Except," he added, "that you will not be permitted to lose consciousness."
And now, he said, setting the remote control aside and moving over her, easily overcoming her diminished resistance and moving between her legs, can you imagine being raped by 14 more men, one after the other?
Tears brimmed in her eyes. She shook her head as she tremulously whispered, N . . . n . . . no . .. She knew what was coming. He had already taken something from her that she didnt want to give. And she had lost something she didnt want to lose. And now, he was going to do it again! She tried to clamp her knees around him to prevent him from continuing. But his superior strength easily pressed between her thighs and once more, his erection found its way between her labia. She twisted and turned, but there was no escape.
It looks like someone has a hot pussy and needs a good fucking, The Predator gloated. Im willing to help you cool down your hot box, Superbitch!
Supergirl grunted hard as she strained to tighten her muscles, but discouragement and a sense of futility limited her ability to resist. The Predator slowly pressed forward. She was well lubricated, both from her own secretions and from his residual semen still in her vagina. Although she tried to tighten her muscles, he grunted, using greater effort and the lubrication permitted him to slip past her defenses.
Youre still trying to resist me, he observed.
Abandoning whatever gentleness he had been observing, he brutally shoved past her resistance. She cried out in pain.
Thats nice, he commented about her tightness and her feeble attempts to resist him. Last time was for vengeance and to claim your virginity, he continued to press deeper into her. This time is for fun! Whimpering, she painfully felt him scraping past the remnants of her still sore hymen. The pain and weakness was too much to keep her muscles tense to resist his entrance. After all, he whispered, licking her ear, This will be the last time I can fuck you while youre still clean.
Supergirl gasped and quaked as she felt his pelvis meet hers. He was inside of her. She was fully impaled on his instrument. She wasnt sure what that last comment meant, but at the moment she didnt care. She gave up resisting him. Lying on her back, she relaxed her muscles, letting him take her.
I hope re enjoying this as much as I am, he whispered. He began to slowly, rhythmically thrust into her unresponsive body again. He enjoyed her soft, athletic curves meshing perfectly with his own body.
It took longer this time. He was slow and gentle. But still she was being raped by a stranger. As he plumbed her depths, he caressed her face, stroked her breasts, pinched her nipples, caressed her buttocks, touched her in almost every erotic way he could. He sucked on her earlobe, bit her lip, brushed the hair from her eyes, everything a lover might do. But Supergirl found nothing erotic about the experience.
She moaned, grunting each time he thrust into her. With the limited use of her hands, she tried to push him away without success. It took a long time before she felt him shudder as once more he came inside of her.
Although he was still imbedded in her, he was relaxing on top of her, cushioned by her soft breasts. Unable to control the path of her thoughts, Supergirl wondered if, in time, she might find a satisfactory orgasm with him, if she might become enslaved to him. She recalled stories she had heard, even read on the internet about women, especially superheroines, who had been repeatedly raped until they became acclimated to sexual contact. Would The Predator be able to break her, to tame her? Was that possible? After all, he was her first, and she always suspected there was something special about a girls first lover.
No! She didnt feel that. In fact she didnt feel anything like that. She just felt exhausted and sore! And she wanted it to stop. If it had not been for her super resiliancy and the command from the remote control device, she would have passed out from the abuse long ago.
He lounged on top of her for a long time as he recovered. Its too bad Ill have to use a condom whenever we do this again.
He withdrew and dressed again. I know I promised you 14 men. Im afraid I dont have the full 14, but we can see what we do have.
He didnt loosen her bonds when he left, but since her legs were free, she bent her knees together as if she was trying to close her sex to the outside world. She ached, both externally and internally. Her labia were swollen from abuse and internally, the remnants of her hymen ached and she felt as if her insides had been abraded with sandpaper. Supergirl didnt like pain. Pain hurt! And the humiliation of being sexually used against her will left her feeling absolutely degraded. It would have been so pleasant to retreat into unconsciousness if she could.
Chapter 6: Others.
Moments later, she heard the door open again. She was astonished to see Lex Luthor enter the room with The Predator. Lex was one person she never considered a rapist. Supergirl had battled with Lex, and occasionally he had defeated her and bound her, but he had never even groped her. Despite his criminal insanity, he was still a gentleman.
Then she noticed that he was wearing a wristwatch similar to hers. The Predator had obviously captured Lex and used the watch to control his mind. And, as might be expected, the mind-controlled Lex Luthor quickly mounted Supergirl and raped her.
Her next admirer was Harvey Dent . . . Two-Face. Obviously, he didnt need the mind control watch. He was all to happy to fuck Supergirl! And fuck her he did! Hard and furious, leaving her bruised and aching.
Two-Face was followed by Killer Crok. Appalled, Supergirl stared at the Croks manhood. His masculine attributes were massive! She sucked in her breath and sobbed as without any foreplay at all, and shoved his phallus all the way into her tight, wet pussy. The large tool stretched her pussy wider than she have imagined possible. She felt like he was shoving a telephone pole into her and she was being split in half. She begged him to stop, that he was too big, but he just laughed. And came.
Several football players came next.
After that, it seemed that it was time for blowjobs. She confronted what seemed an endless parade of pricks -- normal, big and humongous, circumcised and uncircumcised, some with purple heads, others with pulsing red veins.
Chapter 7: Escape
Next in line was a relatively minor gang lord with his chief lieutenant. While the lieutenant looked on, his boss unstrapped Supergirls bonds and rolled her onto her hands and knees before he mounted her, hoping that she would fight him, thus enhancing his pleasure. Supergirl was too out of it to resist and collapsed beneath his weight and whimpered as he fucked her in the ass. Knowing he was fucking the famous Supergirl, the boss came quickly.
Pulling his pants up, he nodded to his lieutenant, giving permission for the underling to enjoy this luscious piece of meat as well. At that moment, the bosss cell phone rang, so the boss turned away to answer the call.
Supergirl lay sprawled on the table, semi-conscious. She longed for escape into unconsciousness, but it was denied her. Cum seeped from every orifice.
The bodyguard, long on muscles but short on intelligence, grabbed Supergirls wrist and jerked her onto her back, the bloody, semen stained sheet partially wrapping around her. As he jerked her arm, his hand slipped, scraping against the watch.
What the hell . . .? he exclaimed, looking at the gash in his hand, then at the watch. Hell, he exclaimed, I like my women naked. And he fumbled with the watch, finding the catch and opening it. All naked! he emphasized.
As soon as the watch fell from her wrist, Supergirls mind cleared. Or at least partially cleared. She was no longer under the influence of the Mind Control Device. She was still weak due to the closeness of the Kryptonite, and her thoughts were those of a fuck-addled bimbo, but she was free.
At that moment, the boss turned back and screamed, Dont take that watch off of her! But it was too late. Acting more on instinct than reason, Supergirl swept her arm outward, knocking the watch across the room against the wall. Her eyes not really focusing, her other arm lashed out, knocking the goon across the room, smashing him into the opposite wall.
Knowing nothing other than she had to escape, Supergirl projected herself upward, smashing through the ceiling of the room. The ceiling was fiberboard and she broke through fairly easily, but she was painfully conscious that, although she could fly, she had not yet regained much of her super strength. She changed directions and continuing to accelerate, she had the presence of mind to raise an arm protect her head as she crashed through a set of windows.
Accelerating, she continued rising higher, but finally allowed herself to slow down about 2000 feet above Gotham City. It was then that she realized that the sheet was still entwined in her arms and legs and her top still rode above her bare breasts. Frantically, she pulled her top down, covering her breasts and looked at the sheet.
She realized it was covered with blood and semen stains . . . and with sickening clarity she realized it was her blood. She was about to cast it away from her when she realized she was still partially naked. Reluctantly, she gathered her wits and wrapped the sheet around herself, covering her nakedness. Operating more on instinct than anything else, she resolutely turned and limped northward. She had no idea how long her trip took, but finally she came to a clumsy landing in Supermans Fortress of Solitude. The trip must have taken over an hour because she felt that the effects of the Kryptonite radiation were rapidly wearing off. But still, she felt the soreness in her vagina, the ache in her womanhood, the shame of rape. She fell weakly to her knees, clutching the bloody sheet around her as she reached the communications center to send out a distress call. Then she folded up on the floor, curling her knees close to her, her thighs and buttocks still streaked with blood and semen, semen caked on her face, a terrible taste in her mouth. She drew herself into a fetal position. And finally, freed from Brainiacs infernal mind control device, she sank into the blissful oblivion of unconsciousness .
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