Show time, Part 2

 

By Barnabus

This is a sequal to Showtime by Captain Theatrix.

 

(M/F, Supergirl, romance, VD)

 

SUBJECT:       Supergirl made a promise so that she could escape a gang-rape.  Now it’s time to keep her word.

 

WARNING:

            This is an adult story, containing sensitive material of a sexual nature, including graphic descriptions of consensual, "vanilla" sex.   If you find such material offensive or are underage, do not read further, but please bypass this story for one more suitable for you.  

 

            Supergirl is copyrighted, trademarked, and owned by DC Comics. I am simply borrowing her for a while to expand her sex life.   This is a work of fan-fiction.   The story is written for enjoyment and entertainment purposes only, and no commercial profit is expected to be made from it.  It may be copied for personal use or for posting on other sites, provided the sites are free sites . . . it may NOT be posted on any site that requires a "membership fee" of any kind.  Posting is permitted on an “Adult verification” site, such as "Adultcheck" (which might cost a few dollars a year for access to many sites) but not on an "Adultcheck Gold" site, which requires much more money.

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Although Supergirl was a perpetual teenager, in this story, she has grown to the age of twenty-five, while her male ‘benefactor’ is nineteen.

 

This is a sequel to a story called “Show Time!” by Captain Theatrix which was an entry in Wizard’s “Supergirl Contest, 2000”.  I have tried to reach Captain Theatrix to ask for his permission to use his characters for a sequel, but I haven’t been able to reach him.   If he contacts me and refuses this permission, I will immediately withdraw this story. 

 

            Of course, like most stories of this ilk, at the end of the story, 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.

 

            Condoms are used in this story, and, of course, in 'real life' every reasonable adult should know that he or she should behave responsibly when participating in sexual activities and they wish to avoid unwanted conception and the spread of disease.

 

I appreciate your comments, both positive and negative.

Feedback is welcome at barnabus329@hotmail.com.

 

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Chapter 2  - last night

 

            Drew Morgan poured a bowl of cereal, added milk and sugar, and leaned against the counter gazing into space as he recalled the events of last night.

 

            He had gone to the old Adam’s theater, essentially crashing a party given for the crime bosses and criminal masterminds of his city.  The Producer had somehow captured Supergirl and incapacitated her with Kryptonite.  Then he had displayed her to his audience and promised everyone the opportunity to enjoy himself with her, the highest bidder going first, and progressively working it’s way down to the lowest bidder.  Anal penetration was forbidden because that was where the Producer had positioned his Kryptonite ‘tamer’.

 

            Drew placed his bid and waited the several hours for his turn to come.  By the time it was his turn, Supergirl had been beaten, abused, taken, and subjected to every conceivable form of physical and verbal abuse as both male and female customers collected what they had paid for.  She had been abused by individuals and groups.  Already weakened from the constant exposure to Kryptonite, the ongoing physical and sexual abuse combined with the tension of her position had drained her of any strength she had ever had. 

 

When it was Drew’s turn, he also had pleasured himself with the defeated, helpless heroine. And her eyes met his.

 

            “Please make it stop,” the battered superheroine had begged him.  “You’re not like the others.” She pleaded, “Take the Kryptonite away!  If you do . . . you can even have me there, if you want. You… you can…fuck my ass.”

 

            In a moment of incredible stupidity, Drew had thrown the Kryptonite as far into the backstage wings as he could.

 

Immediately, Supergirl broke her bounds, but her exhaustion was evident as she faced the large collection of criminals and villains!  By the time the police arrived, they found an exhausted Supergirl dressed in a trench coat she had taken from one of her enemies.  The theater was littered with unconscious villains.  The police efficiently shoveled the unconscious criminals into paddy wagons for transport to jail.

 

            Foolishly, Drew had remained and watched.  When the police saw him, they grabbed him, but Supergirl interceded immediately.  “Let him go!  He is with me!” 

 

The cops had apologized, but noted Supergirl’s cum-covered face and neck before returning to their task of dragging off the unconscious villains.  Supergirl had started to sway, and Drew quickly put an arm around her shoulder to steady her.  She leaned into him and whispered, “Get me away from here!” 

 

Drew had led her from the theater. 

 

Suffering from exhaustion, Supergirl had blindly followed Drew until he was before his building, where she was on the verge of collapse.

 

            Drew had carried her up the stairs to his apartment, and drawn a bubble bath for her as she fitfully dozed on his sofa.  Then he removed the trench coat.  Both Supergirl and the trench coat were coated with dried semen.  He lifted her again and she awoke as his hand settled over her perfectly shaped breast.

 

            “Uuuhhh, don’t.” she whimpered.  “Let me rest.  I’ll be much better when I’ve rested.”  Drew carried her to the tub and gently lowered her into the sudsy water.

           

            “Uuuuummmmm!” was the pleasant response as she sank into the warm watery cocoon..

 

            Gently, almost lovingly, Drew bathed her, carefully sponging her all over.  Reviving slightly, she took a good look at her benefactor.  Then she gently took his hand, stopping his ministrations.  She told him to go to the bathroom, urinate, and part way through the urination, to cup his hands and allow the urine to flood over his genitalia; then to scrub himself thoroughly.

 

            At his confused look, she told him that her supervision showed that had been exposed to venereal disease, and this was a simple and cheap way to flush out the bacteria before it took hold.

 

            When he returned from his ablutions, she smiled up at him with tired eyes and handed the sponge back to him.  He gently washed away every trace of her recent abuse from her battered skin.

 

            Then he lifted her to a standing position and toweled her off before carrying her almost dry form to his bed.

 

 When he returned from emptying the tub, she was almost asleep.  He pulled a blanket over her and sat against the headboard, cradling her head in his lap.  She smiled and gave a pleased response.  Again, he allowed his hand to clasp a breast.   For a moment she opened her eyes and looked at him.  Then she was asleep.  Drew sat there gazing at the beauty and the partially covered breast.  He knew that she was so exhausted, he could take whatever liberties he wished, but she was so beautiful he just gazed at her sleeping form until he slept also.

 

During the night, Drew awoke as she rose.  “Thank you for being so sweet and so kind to me,” she whispered as she gave him a peck on cheek.  “I’ll be back. . . “

 

Seeing doubt in his eyes, she added, “. . . I promise.”  Then she opened the window and flew away, naked.

 

 

Chapter 3 – Supergirl returns.

 

Looking at the bowl of cereal, Drew snapped out of his reverie and took another spoonful of his cereal.  There was a tapping sound.  Astonished, he saw Supergirl hovering outside his window in her familiar red, blue and yellow costume.  He opened the window and Supergirl asked, “Can you fix us some bacon and eggs?”

 

Speechless, Drew prepared breakfast for Supergirl.   Although she appeared more rested than the night before, Drew could still see fatigue in her face.  They ate in silence.  As the meal ended, they both hesitated, each looking at the plates on the table.

 

Breaking the silence, Drew said, “I’ll take the dishes to the sink.”

 

After piling the dishes in the sink, drew found that Supergirl had moved to the sofa, and was sitting on one end with one leg tucked under her and her arm draped along the back of the couch.  Drew sat on the other end of the couch.

 

 “Where did you go last night?”

 

“I went home to get another costume,” she responded.  “Then I . . . picked up . . . the Producer and took him to the police.  In the process, a strange thing happened.  All of the money he got last night somehow got burned up.  Also his hidden cache was destroyed.”  Supergirl smiled with satisfaction.  “Now he has no money for a lawyer.  He was asking for a public defender when I left.”

 

“Why did you come back?” Drew asked.

 

“I made a promise to you.  I promised I would come back.  Actually, I made two promises to you.”

 

Drew was surprised at the possibility that she might honor her ‘promises’.  These days, a promise was something that you said and then forgot.

 

“You freed me!  Without your help, I wouldn’t have escaped from them.”  She raised her eyes briefly to meet his, and she quickly dropped them again.  “Thank you!” she whispered.

 

Again, the conversation stagnated and they both looked nervously at their hands.  Finally, Supergirl broke the silence.  “Do you remember my other promise to you?” 

 

Drew nodded, not looking at her.

 

Supergirl reached out, gently placing her hand on his.  Her touch sent thrills through his frame.  “I’m here to keep my promise to you.” She whispered.

 

Drew hesitated, before muttering, “It’s not your ass that I want to fuck.”

 

Supergirl looked at him thoughtfully.  Then replied.  “Then you can have me any way you wish.”  As she spoke, she removed her cape and let it fall down behind her.

 

He looked at her for a long time.  Finally, his cynicism came to the forefront.  “How much is this going to cost me?”

 

Supergirl’s back stiffened and her eyes narrowed at the implication.  “I’m NOT for sale,” she spat out.  “But honor my commitments.  And I keep my promises!”  She rose and picked up her cape. “If you want to forget everything, then I’ll leave now!” 

 

“No!”  Drew reached over to place his hand on her arm.  “Please stay!”   Then he asked, “Is it safe?  I mean, if you used your super strength on me, wouldn’t . . .”

 

Supergirl smiled and she returned to her seat.  A short while ago Drew’s concerns would have been well founded. 

 

“It will be safe for you,” she reassured him.  “About a year ago, I met a man who taught me what to do so that my reactions in an intimate situation would be no more than those of a normal human woman.  There is no threat to you.”

 

Drew hesitated.  He looked into her eyes again.  It was strange.  She looked like the ‘peaches and cream girl next door’, in simple, native appearance.  She was gorgeous. 

 

He had had her the night before at the theater.  She had been a captive then.  But when she had looked at him, . . . Why had she chosen to plead with him?  She had said that he was not like the others.

 

“Why me?” Drew asked.

 

Supergirl smiled.  Indeed!  Why him, she wondered.   She wasn’t quite sure.  She felt a flutter in her heart and a twinge in her stomach and recognized that she felt some sort of emotional attachment with him.  But somehow she knew she was safe with him.  She had felt safe with him even as he was raping her at the theater.  She wasn’t in love with him.  And she certainly didn’t hold overwhelming lustful feelings for him.  But in some way, she wanted to be with him, to get to know him better.  Supergirl knew that going to bed was not a good way to start a relationship of any kind, but after all, he had already had her the night before.  And she had promised . . . . . .

 

But she felt her soul drawn to his.  She couldn’t understand why.

 

”You were gentle.  You were different than the others.  You’re handsome . . . “ Seeing the surprise in Drew’s eyes, Supergirl asked, “Don’t you think you’re good-looking?”

 

“I never thought about it,” was his answer.

 

“Well, I think you’re handsome,” she resumed.  “And I really feel there is something different about you.  I . . . . . I . . . . I’m attracted . . . to . . . you.”

 

Supergirl took a deep breath.  “I’m here because you helped me.  And I want to keep my promise to you.  I’ve never done this before with . . . I don’t just pick up men and . . . “

 

“I’m a car thief,” Drew stated.

 

“I know,” she answered.  She had done her research on him at the police station that morning.  She knew he was nineteen years old, six years younger than she. He had been living on his own since he was fifteen and had never held a legitimate job for more than a few weeks.  And she knew that his name had surfaced as a possible car thief suspect on the police records.  In short, he was not a good risk for any kind of relationship.

 

“If you continue stealing cars, eventually you will get caught.”  Drew nodded.  Supergirl continued, “but I’ll work with you if you want to find honest work . . .”

 

Supergirl’s words drifted off as Drew put his hand over hers.  She stared down at his hand.

 

“May I kiss you?”  he asked.

 

 

Chapter 4 – Supergirl keeps her promise.

 

            Drew moved closer to Supergirl and put his arm around her shoulder.  He hesitated, and then pressed his lips hard against hers.  She was soft and absolutely yielding.  He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes.  Then he gave her a soft, gentle kiss that lingered.   When that kiss broke, Supergirl sighed and commented, “That was much nicer.  I enjoyed that one!” and she put her hand behind his head and gently pulled his cheek to hers. 

 

            They ‘made out’ for some time and their hands began a subtle exploration of each other.  Supergirl felt herself becoming aroused.  And she could tell when he located the zipper on the back of her costume. 

 

“If you pull the zipper down, you can open the top,” she instructed.   Drew kissed her and slowly worked the zipper down until it reached her yellow sash.  His fingers trembled as he separated the top and, with her cooperation, drew it down and off of her arms.  When the kiss broke, Supergirl sat back, her hands in her lap along with her top, and Drew gazed at her.  The teenager smiled as he examined her perfectly shaped breasts.  They were larger than martini glasses, but definitely smaller than brandy snifters.  He recalled the previous night when her breasts had been swinging above him.  They had looked larger then.

 

            Supergirl took his hand and raised it, enclosing her breast.  She emitted a slight breath as he squeezed and his fingers found the nipples.  He was amazed that her skin, which had been so battered the night before, had completely healed and now appeared flawless.

 

            Still caressing her, they slowly slid to a reclining position on the couch.  Drew leaned over her and she watched as he removed her yellow sash and slid her skirt downward and off of her legs.   Her top went with the skirt.

 

            “Uuummm . . . .” Drew mumbled.  “Shall we . . . .?”

 

Supergirl nodded and the two of them rose from the sofa and hand in hand, moved to Drew’s bed.  Supergirl straightened the sheets.  She faced him and unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off of his shoulders.  Drew lifted a hand to place it over her breast as she opened his belt and undid his pants,.  Her tongue wet her lips as she saw the bulge inside his boxers and she indulged herself with a quick peek using her x-ray vision.  Even as his erection was growing, she observed that he wasn’t very well endowed.  In fact he was rather small. 

 

What was it that someone had called him last night?  “A pencil-dicked kid?”   That was a bit if an exaggeration, she thought, but not too much.  His penis was fairly long, but very thin.

 

She had eavesdropped on enough conversations of both men and women to know that to some, size was important.  Personally, she didn’t have enough experience to know first hand, but in any case, she felt an emotional attraction to Drew.  His lack of size wasn’t important to her. 

 

His pants fell to the floor, and she put her hand over his boxers and wrapped him in her fingers.  Drew stiffened and gave an intake of breath, closing his eyes.  His breathing increased.  When he opened his eyes to look at her, she gave him a light peck on the lips and stepped backward toward the bed, gently leading him as if she were pulling on a leash.   Reclining on her back, she pulled Drew onto the bed.  He leaned over her.  His lips found her breasts and as his lips enclosed her nipple, she felt a flash of electricity run from her chest to her groin.  She raised one knee and pressed her legs together, but almost simultaneously, Drew’s hand traced its way to her silken panties and he caressed her.  Again, sparks seemed to fly through Supergirl’s stomach.  She was becoming wet.  She let her legs separate at his gentle urging.

 

Supergirl released her grip on his penis and began fumbling to pull off his boxers.   He lifted his hips from the bed to help her, and then kicked them off.  She glanced down at his now erect member, but was afraid to touch it again. 

 

He rose to his knees and taking hold of the waistband of her panties, pulled them down and off.   Kneeling by her legs he surveyed her naked form.  Suddenly embarrassed, she lifted her hands and covered herself. 

 

“You’re beautiful!” he whispered, admiring her.

 

Supergirl glanced downward.  “My breasts aren’t really very large,’ she mumbled.  Drew moved beside her and took the hand covering her breasts and moved it to her side.  Then he gently cupped her breast and bent down to kiss it. 

 

“They are large enough for me,” he whispered and gave a quick suck on her nipple. 

 

She entwined her fingers in his hair and pulled his face to her bosom.  She was surprised at how relieved she felt that her chest size was acceptable to him!  His acceptance of her made her feel more comfortable with herself.  More than ever, she felt her soul drawn to him.  She wanted him!  And she wanted him now!

 

Drew raised his face over hers and their eyes met.  He kissed her nose and asked, “Do you want me to use protection?”

 

Supergirl felt surprised and touched at his offer!  After last night, it probably didn’t matter at all to her, but she followed conventional wisdom and nodded.

 

He reached up to the headboard and opened a hidden compartment.  Taking out a small, square box, he ripped the package open.  Then he took her hand and guided her as he led her to roll the condom over him.  Supergirl had seen this done, but had never done it herself before.  She was astonished at her response to this simple action.  Never before had she felt so sexy, so turned on, so wanting . . . it! . . . So wanting HIM!

 

She pulled him over her and he settled between her legs.  She moaned as he moved between her nether lips and she rolled her hips toward him, lifting herself to him. 

 

His touch paralyzed her mind, and she began to rise toward ecstasy.  Any resistance she might have felt melted under his ministrations.  A gasp escaped her lips as he entered her and suddenly she found herself thrusting her hips against him.

 

Drew was in heaven!  He had seen her fly into his room, so there was no doubt that she was indeed the real Supergirl.  Not only was he fucking Supergirl, but also she had willingly come to his bed and was freely giving herself to him without coercion, without threat of any kind.  And she was screwing him back, not like those street whores he had had!  And also, she seemed to know what she was doing!  And, man! she was doing it well!

 

His virile, teenage body was thrusting into her, almost as if trying to reach her tonsils with his penis.  And, whimpering, her hips rocked into his with every thrust causing him to grow even harder within her.  He dug his fingernails into her impervious body and he grabbed one of her tits bouncing before him.  Their eyes were locked, their faces slack.  He hesitated in mid-thrust. 

 

“Don’t stop!” she whispered, her voice cracking.  “Do it!   Do me!”  He thrust again, she whimpered once more, rotating her hips as she willingly encouraged him to ride her harder.  Her hips ground against his pelvis.

 

The muscles in her cunt were working on him, stroking and kneading his rock hard man-hood.  Supergirl moaned as she ground her womanhood over him.  Her heels locked behind him pulling him in deeper and she felt him reach her innermost depths.   He was certainly long enough, even if he wasn’t as thick as others.  Her emotional attraction to him far overcame any lack of size.  Indeed, he was doing wonderful things to her! 

 

Drew clutched her breast, her nipple hard like a steel eraser and the distracted thought crossed his mind that she was indeed the Girl of Steel.  Her breasts were crushed against him as he clutched her ass with his other hand so he could thrust harder.  Her gyrations sped up and their passions rose and she cried out as he reached unbelievable depths within her. 

 

Her cry set him off and he exploded.  Her eyes widened and rolled up in her head as she, too, climaxed, stimulating him to pour even more of his seed deep into her.

 

 

Chapter 5 – Epilog and afterglow.

 

            They had both collapsed in post-coital bliss, each gasping for breath.

 

Supergirl looked downward.  Her chest and breasts were covered with sheen of perspiration.

 

It really took unusual activity to make her sweat and it wasn’t very often that she perspired.    She smiled and decided that she had just engaged in activities that were very unusual - - - at least for her.

 

Drew held her close, and she treasured the feeling of his ‘cuddling’ with her.

 

Even though he was a simple human, she basked as he enfolded her in his arms.  It made her feel treasured, loved, and appreciated!  In a way, she seemed to be drawing more pleasure from the cuddling than she had from the actual sex itself. 

 

He was shrinking inside of her.  Eventually, he put his hand between them and rolled off of her to dispose of the condom.  Then he returned to her and held her close.  She felt that she was important and was pleased he wanted to hold her.

 

As their breathing and heart rates returned to normal, Drew nuzzled her ear and asked, “What now?”

 

Sated, Supergirl took a deep, satisfying breath and smiled.  “I presume we’ll do it again.”

 

“No!  I mean, what . . .  after . . . ?”

 

Supergirl’s smile faded.  “I don’t know.  I guess we’ll just have to take it one day at a time,” and she snuggled her face into his shoulder

 

Outside, the morning sun climbed higher into the sky.

 

 

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The End