Rara Avis: a Supergirl Story

By Captain Zammo

 

(THREE YEARS AGO)

 

“Here you are, Mr. Adair,” said Moran; handing him the day’s correspondence

 

Charles Adair growled and gave a cursory glance at the pile of mail strewn across his antique, tiger maple desk.  Most of the mail took the form of pleas from varying conservationist groups asking for the millionaire’s help in saving each group’s selected rare species.  Normally, this was a passion of Adair’s and one he pursued on his own as well as through his considerable wealth.

 

But today, he sighed.  Looking up at his manservant, he growled,” Look at this Moran.  It’s CRAP, every piece of it. “  He picked up a few letters and with a sneer in his voice he read, “…Save the Blue Whale,” “…save the Rocky Mountain peony.”  His voice halted and Moran could see the rage rising in his master’s face.  “I can’t believe it!  Here’s a letter to save the Bull-horned Cockroach!  A COCKROACH!?!?  Who gives a DAMN about a cockroach?!!”   He flung the letters across the room, then stood up and strode to the large French windows of his opulent study.  He stared intently at his large greenhouses.  The bright April sunshine lit the compound with gentle light and the dew glittered like diamonds across the carefully manicured lawns.

 

Behind him, Moran kept his features impassive as he stooped to clean the pleas from the floor.  He was familiar with Adair’s tirades, and had some inkling where the conversation was heading.  Sure enough, in a moment, Adair turned back to his manservant and continued.  “I’ve given half my life to conservation and preservationist causes, Moran.  That much is fact and God only knows I’m a man who puts his money where his mouth is.”  He waved absently out the window.  “That greenhouse is just the tip of the iceberg Moran, you know that.  I’ve donated species to zoos for breeding programs to save entire herds from extinction; I’ve built these greenhouses to save plants and to improve and strengthen those in danger.”

 

“Yes sir,” was Moran’s only reply.

 

“Of course, in the course of my work, we’ve discovered and developed new pharmaceuticals, fabrics, stains and dyes.  I can’t say Adair industries has suffered because of my conservation efforts,” Charles said morosely.

 

He sighed again, running his hands through his thinning hair.  Though Adair worked hard, at forty, he was gaining a bit of a potbelly.  He was no longer considered handsome, though the graying at his temples and his glasses led many to call him distinguished.  Adair laid his hands on the windowsill and scowled.  “But who is going to preserve my line?  Who is going to step in and keep the Adairs from dying off?  Before too long, I’ll be gone, and my family as extinct as the dodo or the passenger pigeon.” 

 

He pushed up from the windowsill, and looked up at a photograph from Africa taken just weeks ago and smiled.  “Perhaps,” he thought to himself, “perhaps.”  Adair turned to Moran still smiling.  “Well, that’s enough self pity for the day.  There’s still work to be done, Moran.  Did we receive anything of interest in the post beyond the pleas?”

 

“Well sir, two packages arrived from STAR labs today.  I believe they contain the cuttings and seeds you requested.  And the information from the University of Metropolis Library was also in the post.  Are we taking on a new project Mr. Adair?”

 

“Absolutely Moran!  And one I’ve been eager to begin for some time.  It’s time someone worked at preserving or perhaps reintroducing extinct species to this planet.”  Adair rubbed his hands excitedly and handed the remaining pleas in Moran’s hands.

 

 “Handle these for me, Moran.  You know what to do.  Send them all a letter expressing my concern, turn down any invitations for personal appearances, lectures or the like and enclose a check for five thousand dollars each.”  He paused a moment, then added, “Except for the Bull-horned Cockroach.  Don’t give them anything.”  With a wave and a smile, he headed through the house, with the boxes tucked under his arm.

*****

(TODAY)

Linda Danvers sat in her cramped office in the Santa Augusta Experimental School’s Counselor’s office.  Sipping a cup of coffee, she read through the week’s agenda.  “School pep rally for the basketball team, the fall concert and play, science club, and a field trip to the Adair Nature Preserve.  Quite a busy week for this late in November.”  Linda smiled.  One reason she was such a popular counselor was that she made an effort to connect with her students, by being involved in as many school events as possible.

 

A gentle knock on her door broke Linda’s reverie.  Not that she needed the knock; she had heard Vanessa complaints across the campus ten minutes earlier.  “Linda?”

 

“Linda?”  Vanessa Angel stuck her head into Linda’s office.  Linda looked up, making certain her brunette wig stayed in place as she ruffled her fingers through her fake locks.

 

“Hi, Vanessa.  What’s up?”

 

Unbidden, Vanessa slumped into Linda’s office and slouched into one of her chairs.   The cheerleading captain’s normally perky face was gloomy and Linda sat silently, waiting for the girl to open up.  Linda’s patience was quickly rewarded.

 

“It’s French class, Miss Danvers.  I hate the class, and it shows.  But if I fail it, I won’t be able to participate on the cheerleading squad.”

 

“Have you considered dropping the class?” asked Linda.  

 

“No, I can’t.  My mother insists I have a fully rounded education.” The pretty girl made a sour face here.  “And she insists I learn a foreign language.  It’s too late in the year to switch to Spanish or Latin, though.”

 

Linda leaned back in her office chair, steepling her fingers.  “The other choice is to apply extra effort in French, perhaps a tutor?”

 

Vanessa’s frown got even deeper.  “Couldn’t you at least TALK to my mother?” she whined.

 

“Sorry Vanessa, it’s my policy not to interfere in parent-student conflict, unless BOTH parties are agreeing.  Besides, I think you’ll like the tutor I’m suggesting.”

 

Linda scribbled a note on her pad, tore it off, and gave it to Vanessa.  The girl looked at it and squealed.  “”Jean?  The exchange student?  He’s the hottest hunk in school this year.”

 

“Yes, and he’s terribly shy and lonely.  He misses Monte Carlo.  But he wants to be helpful, and volunteered to tutor in French.  I think your grades should improve Vanessa.”  Vanessa practically skipped to the door.

 

Linda smoothed the black vest over her yellow print dress and strode out to the hall to watch Vanessa leave.  She felt a hand on her shoulder, and had to restrain herself from turning in alarm or response.  She glanced over her shoulder and saw Dr Peg Merrily, the school principal and Craig Thomas, one of the science staff.

 

“Well well, to what do I owe the pleasure of this assault?” laughed Linda.  “It really isn’t fair to double team me, you know. “

 

Dr Merrily shook her head, her dark hair flipping severely.  “Ms Danvers, Mr. Thomas has a request to ask of you.  He found me on my morning walk of the campus, so I came with him.” She looked at the science teacher and said, “Go ahead Craig.”

 

Craig cleared his throat, fiddled with his red tie and ran a hand through his wavy brown hair.  “Well, you see, Ms Danvers…”

 

“Call me Linda, we’re peers here Mr. Thomas.  Or should that be Craig?”

 

The young science teacher brightened.  He straightened up and Linda saw he was actually a good-looking man.  She took in the fact that he had no wedding band and she smiled at him.  He drew a deep breath and said, “Well Linda, we have a need for another chaperone for the trip to Adair Nature Preserve.  School policy says that when possible, all trips need coeducational chaperones and this year, Santa Augusta’s science staff is all male.”  Craig looked at Dr Merrily, who nodded, then he continued.  “Would you be willing to make the trip with us?”

 

“He’s certainly a handsome man” thought Linda, only half focused on what Craig Thomas was saying.  She almost didn’t hear his question.  “Huh?  Oh, yes of course.  I’d be glad to go.  It’s Friday, isn’t it?” 

 

The science teacher nodded, then looked at his watch.  “Oh gosh!  I have a biology lab in five minutes. “ He looked at Dr Merrily and Linda, then said, “I have to run.  Will you be free for lunch?”

 

“Yes,” said Linda.   At the same time Dr Merrily said “No.”  As Craig departed, the two women shared a laugh; then Dr Merrily continued on her campus patrol.  Linda returned to her office and sat down for a hard morning of seeing students.

 

She met Craig for lunch, eager to discuss her availability to the young teacher.  But he was only concerned about the upcoming field trip, so Linda settled in and readjusted her expectations.

 

“Mr. Adair as been a hero of mine for some time, Linda,” said Craig.  I did some intern work for him about two years ago, and was thoroughly amazed at his skills in preservation.”

 

“He uses those skills to develop new technologies too, doesn’t he?” asked Linda.

 

Craig took a bite of what the cafeteria called hamburger, and nodded.  “He’s synthesized a new variety of cotton, from ancient seeds from Guatemala.  The fabric is stronger, and holds color better than any other natural fabric.  And his work with animals have resulted in more tigers, and better anti poaching laws and enforcement.”

 

Linda smiled behind her hamburger; remembering the time three years earlier when Supergirl had met Adair in Zaire.  He was leading a charge with the Ranger force after Supergirl had prevented Catman from poaching on a preserve.  Though Adair had seemed confident, he melted around the Maid of Might and acted like a moonstruck schoolboy.  She had felt his eyes lingering on her as she flew high over the continent and back toward Midvale.

 

“I can’t wait Craig, I’m sure it will be fascinating,” said Linda.  The bell sounded and both of them smiled awkwardly, then left in opposite directions.

 

That night, Linda sat in her apartment, absently petting her caramel cat after dinner.  The moon was just rising and Linda felt restless.  “Time to go out, Streaky,” she said.  The cat meowed plaintively and she frowned.  “YOU need to stay here this time.”

 

She unbuttoned the front of her chambray denim dress and revealed a pair of very familiar breasts clothed in dark blue fabric.  A shield with a bright red “S” covered her left breast.  A pair of bright scarlet hot pants covered her pert, round bottom, and her waist was girded by a hip hugging belt.

 

She hung the dress in her closet, and then pulled her long dark wig from her head, revealing her flowing blonde hair.  She stepped into her red boots and jumped from the deck into the dark night.

 

She planned to fly over Santa Augusta once, then complete a patrol over Florida, but her super hearing picked up the tell tale crash of glass shattering.  Following the source of the sound, Supergirl saw a man dressed from head to toe in a gray coverall diving into Litman’s Jeweler’s.  She swooped into the store, intent on stopping the crime. 

 

The burglar was crouched over the safe, picking furiously at it with his tools.  Supergirl stopped about four feet behind him and placed her hands on her hips.  With a smirk in her voice, she said, “Couldn’t you have come in during the normal business hours?”

 

The burglar started at the voice, then turned slowly.  “Supergirl,” he said.  His voice was distorted though.  Supergirl tried to peer beneath the mask to see her opponent, but for some reason her X Ray vision failed her.

 

The burglar lunged at Supergirl, and she dodged easily, catching him with the flat of her hand against the back of his neck.  The would-be robber flew over the counter and into the showroom floor.  Supergirl followed slowly, inspecting her nails.  “Nice trick,” she said.  “A costume I can’t see through.  All that lead must be heavy though.”

 

So Supergirl was surprised when the burglar bounced up easily and lightly.  He dipped into a pouch slung over his shoulder, and came up with something in his hand.  Supergirl dove at him, trying to tackle him.  The burglar placed a hand on either of the Maid of Might’s shoulders, and leaped over her shoulders, then landed behind her and kicked her in the backside.

 

Supergirl sprawled forward from the momentum and landed in a grandfather clock.  Her head shattered the glass case and stopped in the weight and pendulum shaft.

 

She got up shakily to her feet, and looked at the burglar.  “Wha..what did you do to me?”

 

The burglar laughed, and then with an open fist slapped the girl of Tomorrow in the face.  Supergirl’s head snapped back and she put her fists up to defend herself.  She swung madly, connecting once, and dropped to her knees.  Her vision was blurry, almost like…

 

“Kryptonite!  You’ve used Kryptonite on me!” squeaked the indignant heroine.  She brushed her shoulders, trying to dislodge the irradiated stone.  Meanwhile, the burglar escaped from the store.  Supergirl heard the sound of a high powered engine firing up and heard a car roar away.     In her panicked moments, Supergirl finally unclasped her cape and threw it to one side.  She collapsed on the floor a minute later.

 

Captain McCluskey of the Santa Augusta PD was a welcome sight to Supergirl.  The police officer was sitting by her at the ambulance as she recovered.  “I’m glad to see you Supergirl.  I’d hate having to explain to your cousin what had happened.”  McCluskey had been a part of Metropolis SCU and had worked with Superman in the past. 

 

“What did you see?” he asked her.

 

Supergirl recounted the fight, expressing her concern about the Kryptonite. 

 

“When you’re better, let me tell you how he stopped you,” said the Captain, not unkindly.

 

Supergirl stood up, feeling the strength returning.  “I’m fine, Captain,” she said.  He motioned her to the mobile crime lab, and ushered her into the van. 

“We have the Green K in a leaded glass Supergirl, so you should be safe here.  But this is what’s interesting.”  He held up a clasp and the Maid of Might glanced at it. 

 

“It’s Magnetic?” she asked incredulous.

 

“He seems to have slipped it under your cape, then clipped it there with the magnets.  No wonder you couldn’t get to it.”

 

“What about the Green K?”

 

“We’ve got a tracer out to all the labs where it’s stored.  If it’s stolen, or inventories don’t match, we’ll know about it.  Of course it COULD be a new find.”

 

“I doubt it, there haven’t had any new falls in a long while.” She said.   Satisfied for the moment though, Supergirl flew out of the crime scene and back to her apartment.

 

Friday morning came far too early.  Linda groaned as the alarm clock shattered her erotic dreams.  Though she didn’t really need to sleep, she allowed herself that pleasure to allow her subconscious to catch up.  “Darn,” she said, as she studied the clock.  “I was just about to put that three way together with Dick Malverne and Brainiac 5.”  She stretched, and then showered quickly.  Linda slipped into her Supergirl uniform.  She pulled a white blouse and black skirt over the costume then topped the ensemble with a colorful calico vest. 

 

Linda studied herself in the mirror and almost approved the look.  “I almost forgot the wig,” she said, quickly donning her hairpiece.

 

The ride to the Adair compound was loud and boisterous, but Linda didn’t mind.   She enjoyed being with the kids, and sitting next to Craig.  Vanessa sat next to Jean; and both of them seemed interested in improving their linguistic skills.  Linda smiled at that and turned back to Craig.

 

“Will we get to meet Mr. Adair? “ she asked.  “Or is this one of those guided tours with some underpaid intern?” 

 

“Hey!  I WAS one of those underpaid interns,” laughed Craig.  “But no, unless something pressing is at hand, I’ve been assured Mr. Adair will be meeting us.  And there he is!”  The bus was pulling into the compound and up toward the greenhouses.

 

Linda looked across the low Florida plain and let her telescopic vision take in the scene.  Adair’s compound was part science lab, part zoo and all interesting.  Linda could see alligators in the distance, as well as a Florida panther and several local endangered species.  Her eyes landed on something in Adair’s private garden.  Linda was certain that those plants weren’t of this world.  In her reverie, she missed what Craig was saying. 

 

“A bit distracted?” said Craig.

 

“Excuse me, please,” said Linda.  “This is all so magnificent.”

 

Charles Adair laughed.  “Quite all right, Ms. Danvers.  I’m usually amazed as well.”  Linda found herself warming to the middle-aged philanthropist. 

 

The tour went through the compound, stopping by all the various animal pens.  As they proceeded, Adair pointed out repeatedly the unique traits of each creature, and each plant.  “We need to preserve life, children.  All of it is special, and once lost, it can never be regained.”

 

“Haven’t you made some progress in restoring extinct species?” asked one of the children.  Adair frowned. 

 

“Not exactly.  Though we have made some remarkable DNA advancements, I feel that any plant or animal returned that way is still tainted by the genetic medium in which it is formed.  Though it may look like an ancient mollusk or extinct bird, it is actually a modern recreation, and not the same.  The only way to preserve these species is through careful study and determined breeding programs.”

 

Hearing this, Linda sighed, realizing that she was among the last survivors of her race.  Genetics and morality would prevent the Kryptonians from ever rising again.

 

They entered the greenhouse and laboratory.  Several plants were growing here, bright green, and healthy.  Linda recognized one tree and asked meekly, “Is that a banana tree?”

 

Charles Adair smiled broadly.  “Indeed it is.  Bananas are important to the world economy, but they’re threatened too.  We’re working to develop a banana that contains the taste of some of the best trees, and is resistant to the diseases ravaging them in Costa Rica. “  He thought for a moment, and then pulled a small bunch from the tree.  “Go ahead and sample one.  Tell me what you think.”

 

Eager hands grabbed bananas and bit hungrily into them.  “Ohhhh, sour,” said Vanessa.  The other students agreed.  Adair laughed.

 

“Yes, I knew it.  We’ve managed to make the tree resistant to the diseases, but we’ve lost taste.  We’re experimenting with the other crossbreeding now.”

 

The tour continued, passing a locked room behind a concrete wall.  “What’s in there, Mr. Adair? Asked one of the kids.  Adair looked back. 

 

“Oh, er oh!  That’s just a small lab, but filled with some very valuable samples.  I’ve got some very rare samples of ancient plants in there.  We’re trying to study them and see if we might be able to sprout them.”

 

“Is that possible?”

 

“Well, consider that wheat from ancient Egypt has been sprouted, and those seeds were over 3000 years old, then tell me what you think.”  The students smiled.

 

Craig asked, “Is this something we can see?”

 

“No Craig, I don’t think so.  We’re at a critical stage right now—and I can’t take the chances.”  Linda thought that an odd statement, and scanned the room with her X Ray vision.  All she could see was brick, as the wall was coated with lead paint.  

 

“There’s something fishy going on here,” thought Linda.  “Something he doesn’t want Superman or me to see.”  She made a mental note to return and check it out as Supergirl.  A group of schoolchildren might get denied, but Linda felt that Adair would be willing to chat with her.

 

The tour ended, and Adair saw them all to the bus.  “Drop by anytime,” he said to Craig.  “You know how much I admired your work in the past.” 

 

Craig laughed and they finally boarded the bus.  On the trip back, the students compared notes for the paper Craig had assigned.  Though Linda tried to help, her mind was busily trying to piece together everything she had seen and heard.  “Adair is hiding something,” she thought.  “And I intend to find out what it is.”

 

That night Supergirl made her usual patrol over Santa Augusta, and then headed west into the plains.  She arrived at the Adair compound just after 8 pm, and landed gracefully in the courtyard, near a flowing fountain.  Several exotic plants surrounded the fountain and Supergirl stopped to study the very familiar looking bell shaped flowers.

 

“These look like…” she said to herself. 

 

“Good evening Supergirl, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”  Supergirl looked over her shoulder at Charles Adair.  The conservationist was dressed in a dark cotton shirt and khaki pants.  He stepped forward, unhurried and stared at the plant Supergirl had been studying.

 

“I was in the neighborhood,” she said by way of introduction, and not really sure how she was going to explain why she was there.  “But these plants…they can’t be, can they?”

 

“Kryptonian Nightbells?  Yes they are.   I’ve been doing research for STAR Labs in Kryptonian species, in the hopes of saving several of them.”

 

Linda nodded.  Both she and Superman had provided samples from their respective spaceships, and recently, Superman was also providing STAR with some materials from Kandor.  A soft Florida zephyr crossed the plain, and the Nightbells stirred, ringing in a soft chime.

 

“This is fascinating,” said Supergirl.  “My mother had Nightbells in her garden in Argo City, before…” she let the thought trail, preferring to remember good times, and not her parents cruel death in Argo City from Kryptonite radiation.

 

She felt a soft hand on her shoulder.  “I’m very sorry, Supergirl.  I...I can’t imagine what it’s like for you.   But we’ve done some excellent research here.  The Nightbells are just the tip of the iceberg.  I’d love to show you what we’ve done here.  Can you stay?”

 

Supergirl felt Adair’s excitement and smiled in spite of herself.  “I’d love to.  Lead on.”  She followed him across the plaza to the greenhouse.  He smiled and pointed out the highlights she’d seen earlier that day.  Supergirl took it all in, trying to stifle her familiarity with the labs.   She wasn’t surprised, however, when he stopped in front of his “small lab.”

 

He unlocked the door and swung it wide.  Supergirl stepped into the room, and saw two small Kryptonian plants growing under lights.  “This is your big project?” she asked in astonishment.

 

Adair chuckled.  “No not at all.  That’s a bit further down.”  He pressed a small button and an elevator door rolled open.  He ushered Supergirl onto the elevator and she felt the carriage descend.  At the bottom of the lift, the door opened into a large bunker.  Supergirl stepped out, her eyes wide with wonder.  The lights in the ceiling illuminated a scarlet sea of flora.

 

“Great Rao,” she whispered.  “It’s like standing in the Scarlet Forest!” 

 

Adair stepped behind her,  “It’s incredible isn’t it?   Under normal Earth conditions, the plants grew at a remarkable rate.  And we’re making strides in developing uses for the plants as well.”  He stepped to a cabinet and pulled out a large swatch of gray fabric. 

 

“This is fabric from some of the plants.  It’s strong and durable, as well as light.  We’re working on coloring it now.   But it’s difficult to cut under most circumstances.”

 

Supergirl smiled.  “I’m not surprised.  But how are you cutting it?”

 

Adair frowned.  “We’ve received a small quantity of Kryptonite from STAR.  I have the transfer papers here, all in order.  We expose the fabric to that, then cut and shape it there.”

 

Supergirl let her mind wander as the explanation continued.  She remembered the gray fabric her attacker wore, and his use of Kryptonite to render her ineffective.  “Has any of this fabric left your compound Mr. Adair?” she asked.

 

“Hmm?  No, it’s all here.  We’re not ready for full field tests yet.”  They continued their walk, and Adair stopped in front of some pure white flowers. 

 

“These are Dream Orchids, Supergirl.  According to Superman’s notes, they were extremely rare.  I’ve managed to grow them here.  Their scent is beyond measure.  Would you care to sample?”

 

Supergirl leaned into the Dream Orchids and inhaled.  As she bent over, Adair pulled a large reddish vine from behind, deftly wrapping it around one of Supergirl’s bare legs.  She stood and exclaimed in surprise, “What in the name of Krypton?” she said, staggering backward.  Adair smiled. 

 

 

“It will take more than a vine to hold me,” she said.  She twisted her leg, trying to pull herself free.  The vine’s thorns dug into her leg, causing her to gasp in pain and astonishment.  “OWWW!”  The more she struggled, the more the vine dug in.

 

“It’s a semi-intelligent tanglevine from your Scarlet Forest, Supergirl.  According to the literature your uncle Jor-El so thoughtfully sent with Superman, it latches on to bare skin, releasing a powerful muscle relaxant.  As its prey struggles, it releases more toxins into the bloodstream.

 

The girl of steel thrashed during the explanation, feeling more sluggish with each exertion.  Her legs felt as though they were on fire.  She dropped to her knees, and then pitched forward onto her hands.  The vine continued twining up her lithe legs, and poked slowly underneath the hem of her hot pants.

 

Supergirl screamed as the thorns continued pumping the poison into her limp body.  She looked up at Adair, in confusion and pain.  Reaching out in a hand, she said,  “Why, why are you doing this?”

 

“To save as many Kryptonian species as I can,” said Adair, with some sympathy in his eyes. “We can’t let the Kryptonians all disappear, Supergirl.  And frankly, your cousin just isn’t my type.”  Supergirl’s eyes grew in horror as she realized the implications of his statement.  She made another effort to escape from the vine, and pitched face forward on the ground, exhausted and too poisoned to move.

 

Her hands continued to paw at the ground but soon, even these exertions fell away.  Supergirl, the most powerful woman on earth, lay completely limp.  Scarlet tendrils continued to cloy at her legs.  Beneath the fabric of her hot pants, the vine continued to probe, drawing energy from the vanquished heroine.

 

Adair waited until Supergirl was completely still and then pressed a com plate on the wall.  “Moran?  Part one accomplished.  Bring what we need to begin the breeding program.”  Adair turned to study his unconscious captive again.  She lay on her right side, her head lying on her outstretched right arm.  Soft blonde hair spilled over her shoulder and onto the floor. 

 

Supergirl’s mouth was open in a heart shaped “o” and Adair could hardly resist.  He bent over his captive, stroking her cheek and planted a warm kiss onto her unresisting lips.

 

Adair stood up again, and wrapped a large section of the gray cloth around his hands.  Delicately, he sprayed the tanglevine with a special formula and watched as the greedy vines retracted from Supergirl’s limp form.  The elevator sounded, and Moran entered the hothouse lab, pushing a cart full of syringes, chemicals, and a large rope.  He stood silently to the side, coughing politely to announce his presence.

 

Adair ignored his manservant, focusing his attentions on Supergirl.  He unwrapped the cloth from his hands and touched the still maid of might.  His hands trembled as they ran along those same legs the tanglevine had violated.  He rolled Supergirl onto her back, nodding to Moran for assistance.  Moran approached bearing the heavy rope.

 

“Start with her wrists, Moran, and for God’s sake, make sure its tight.”  As Moran began to work on Supergirl’s wrists, Adair softly touched Supergirl’s face.  His hand traced the soft curves of her chin and stroked slowly down her neck.  Adair found the catch on the choker holding Supergirl’s cape in place, and unhooked it.  His errant hands strayed further down the soft blue blouse, caressing firm, erect nipples through the red and gold shield.

 

“I’ve bound her wrists and arms, sir,” said Moran.  Adair looked up, startled.

 

“Oh, so you have.   Help me Moran, we’ll take her to the table.”  The two men half-carried, half-dragged the limp heroine into a lab behind the hothouse.  A large specimen table was foremost in the room and the two men, with some effort, draped the unconscious beauty there.  Moran pulled Supergirl’s boots from her feet, while Adair unbuckled her belt and began to unroll her tight hot pants.  The shorts slid past her clean-shaven pussy and down her long, creamy thighs.  Adair dropped them onto the floor, a scarlet puddle.

 

Moran maneuvered Supergirl’s now bare legs into two more strong ropes, and then both men turned to the cart.  Behind them, Supergirl moaned, the tanglevine poison having begun to lose its effectiveness.  Adair turned back.

 

“Welcome back, my beauty.  You should consider yourself fortunate, for all the nations of Krypton will arise and call you mother.”

 

“There is no more Krypton, let alone nations,” growled Supergirl.  “And if you think mere ropes can hold me…” She tugged on the ropes, tentatively at first, then straining to burst her bonds.  Her eyes grew wide in fear and frustration.

 

“What?   How did you take my superpowers?” she asked in utter astonishment.

 

Adair stepped to Supergirl, an evil leer on his face.  “I didn’t take your powers, silly girl; I grew natural forces to constrain them.”  He smiled at Supergirl’s discomfort, running his bare hand along the Maid of Might’s thigh.  Supergirl squirmed in sheer frustration at Adair’s unwanted attention.

 

She looked at the cart, and said with fear in her voice, “What now?  Are you going to rape me?”

 

Adair stepped back as though he were slapped.  “Heavens No!  I don’t copulate with endangered species!  No, dear girl, we’re going to harvest your ova to begin a serious breeding program.  We have to save the Kryptonians.”  Behind him, Moran bit his knuckle as the comely Supergirl swiveled and strained against the restraints.

 

Adair worked far into the night, conducting various tests on his captive’s body, probing in areas Supergirl had hitherto kept private.  She continued to struggle, but the restraints, while simple, were sufficient to keep her confined.  She didn’t notice when Moran left, noticing only he was gone again.  After several hours of Adairs intense probing though, the naturalist stretched and yawned.  “I think that’s enough for now Supergirl.  I’ve earned my sleep.”

 

“What about me?  Aren’t you going to let me go?”

 

Adair laughed heartily.  “No my dear, we’ve only just begun as the song goes.  The harvesting procedure will begin tomorrow.  Now where has Moran gotten to?”  At that moment, the lab door opened and a very refreshed-looking Moran entered.

 

“All rested up, Moran?  Good.  There’s coffee in the pot over there.  Stay alert, we don’t want Supergirl to slip free after all the work we went through.”  Moran nodded, excitedly.

 

“Very good, sir.  I will keep both eyes on her at all times.”  Satisfied, Adair nodded and left the lab.

 

“Hey Moran!  What’s your boss’ plan?” asked Supergirl.  She was uncomfortable from her enforced immobility, and she shifted her sexy form toward the manservant.  Moran gasped audibly, his manhood growing at the sight of Supergirl’s open snatch.

 

“Mr. Adair is interested in a forced breeding program Supergirl, to create a whole host of new Kryptonians, here on earth.”

 

“Yes I understood that.  But where is he going to get the male DNA he needs?”

 

“I believe he has several donors lined up.”  Supergirl’s jaw dropped.

 

“But those wouldn’t be Kryptonians, Adair’s said as much.”

 

Moran busied himself, locking the door to the lab.  “Frankly Supergirl, I’m not too interested in Adair’s plans.  All I know is he wants to make new Kryptonians, with you as the mommy and himself as one of the fathers.  He’s chosen donors for their intelligence, strength and incredible endurance.  But he left one out.”  Moran turned back to Supergirl, his pants visibly bulging.

 

“Ever since you nearly got me at Litman’s last night, I’ve been dreaming about you.  Ever since I grabbed a handful of your boobs under that soft blouse last night, I knew I would do anything to get a shot at you.  And since Adair chose NOT to include me as one of his genetic contributors, I have to take matters into my own hands.”

 

As he spoke, Moran unbuckled his belt and stepped out of his pants.  His manhood leaped, erect and firm.  Supergirl struggled to keep her voice even as she answered Moran, “Is that what they’re calling masturbation these days?”

 

“Oh you have a smart mouth, Supergirl, but I’ll put an end to that.”  Moran climbed the table between Supergirl’s open and restrained legs, and then dropped himself onto the girl of steel’s heaving stomach.  His hand shot out to the V-neck of Supergirl’s blouse and he peeled it back, exposing her perfectly formed breast.  Supergirl’s dark areola was erect, and Moran began sucking the helpless girl’s tit.

 

Supergirl writhed beneath Moran, trying to throw the unwanted offender from her.  “No! Stop! You can’t do this to me, I’m Supergirl,” she said, not really believing it herself.  The restraints kept her hands well above her head, and Moran took advantage of this, running his slimy hands along the heroine’s ribs.  His tongue continued to lick Supergirl’s plump, juicy breasts, while his hands alternated between them, kneading each free one in turn.

 

Moran soon tired of this game though, and his tongue continued to probe the Maid of Might’s body, lapping greedily along Supergirl’s washboard abdomen.  His hands, likewise traveled south and Supergirl squealed again as Moran began caressing the inside of her thighs.  Her body wracked in sexual distress, and the Girl of Tomorrow felt her heart hammering against her ribcage.

 

Moran’s fingers slipped across her soft fleshy mound and dipped forcefully between Supergirl’s labia.  Supergirl flinched, straining mightily against the Kryptonian ropes holding her so tightly.

 

“I see you’re enjoying this Super Bitch!” said Moran, licking Supergirl’s tart juices from his fingers.  “You’re all moist with anticipation, aren’t you?”  Supergirl whimpered, unable to answer.  Moran positioned himself against the struggling heroine’s pelvis, his cock eager to taste the pretty young heroine.

 

Supergirl shouted “NOOOO!!!!” as she felt Moran’s tip knocking on the door.  Moran’s hand slipped underneath Supergirl, holding the small of her back.  At the touch of his cock in her pussy and his hand beneath, Supergirl’s back arched.

Moran slid his manhood deep into the distressed heroine’s warm moist shaft, and felt her muscles clamping on him; hugging him tighter than anyone had ever done.

 

Moran’s back arched in response to Supergirl’s, driving him deep into the heroine.  “Oh my GOD!” he shouted.  In his eagerness he slid out, then bit his lower lip in frustration.  “MORE!!!” he shouted.

 

Supergirl fell back ashamed of her weakness, but resolved to keep Moran from raping her again.  She struggled again as the manservant tried to pose her for entry again. 

 

“Stop it,” she cried.   “Stop it!”   Tears began forming in her eyes.

 

Moran growled, then slapped Supergirl on the cheek.  “Shut up, bitch!” he said.  Supergirl’s head rolled with the blow and she laid still as Moran forced his firm cock back into Supergirl.  Her back arched again, and Moran once more drove his shaft deep inside her.  His hands latched onto her breasts, slipping underneath her blouse and pinching and rolling those perfect breasts.

 

Moran pounded away at the helpless Supergirl, taking her completely.  Tears welled in Supergirl’s eyes, as the piggish little man continued to take from her what should have been offered as a loving gift.  Supergirl’s head rolled back and she saw a line of chemical beakers behind her.  “Great Rao,” she thought.  “If only I could get those chemicals to ignite.”  She focused her eyes, and tried to ignite her heat vision.

 

Above her, Moran was pumping Supergirl; his fat little butt moving up and down like a misfiring piston.  Supergirl’s body moved in synch with his.  She grunted as each thrust brought the butler closer to climax. 

 

Supergirl’s eyes heated and she could smell the ozone burning as her vision excited the air between her and the chemicals.  Her vision wavered though as she felt Moran’s hands clawing at her back.  He leaned back screaming, “YES!” as his cock began sputtering, filling Supergirl with his semen.  The distracted superheroine looked at Moran and heard him scream as her heat vision seared his bare skin.

 

“SHIT!” he screamed, rolling off Supergirl, his body slick with sweat.  He lay in a fetal position on the floor, trembling and looking up at Supergirl.  “What the hell did you do to me?”

 

Supergirl glared at him, memory returning.  “Adair said he hadn’t taken my super powers.  And your blow proved I was still invulnerable.  Now before I unleash my heat vision on you again, let me go.”

 

Moran trembled, but stood his ground.  “You won’t kill me, Supergirl, I know about your oath.”

 

“There are worse things than death, Moran.  How would you like to spend the rest of your life as a eunuch?”  Her eyes narrowed, and Moran quickly placed his hands over his crotch. 

 

“You win Supergirl,” he said.  In a moment, Supergirl was free.  She slipped her shorts back into place and buckled her belt.  While she was getting her boots back onto her feet, she looked at Moran.

 

“Get your boss down here,” she said.  “This experiment is ending now.”

 

Charles Adair entered the lab a few minutes later.  He had dressed hastily and concern was on his face.  “What’s the matter Moran, there’s no way Supergirl could break free.”  He looked at the table and frowned.  “Oh my God.”

 

From above, Supergirl grabbed the naturalist, hoisting him into the air.  With a deft precision, she bundled Adair and Moran together, tying them with their Kryptonian ropes.  A few minutes later, she deposited them at the Santa Augusta Police department.

 

Captain McCluskey met Supergirl as she brought her charges in.  “What’s this?” he asked.

 

“This,” she said, shoving Moran at McCluskey, “Is your jewelry store robber from last night.”

 

“What about this man, oh my God, it’s Charles Adair!” said McCluskey in shock.

 

“He’s needs to be charged with kidnapping Captain,” said the Girl of Tomorrow.

 

“I demand to see my attorney!” said Adair.  “This is a travesty!”

 

“You’ll get your rights, Adair,” said McCluskey.  He turned to Supergirl. “You can make this charge stick?”

 

Supergirl nodded and held up three videocassettes.  “These are the security tapes from Adair’s compound from last night.  You’ll see the whole thing, Captain.”  Captain McCluskey took the tapes and nodded. 

 

“All right Supergirl, and thanks.  I’m sure you’ll be down later to press charges?”

 

Supergirl nodded, then flew into the rosy dawn, eager for a hot bath and a long sleep.

 

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