Rara Avis: a Supergirl
Story
(THREE YEARS AGO)
Here you are, Mr. Adair,
said Moran; handing him the days 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
millionaires help in saving each groups selected rare
species. Normally, this was
a passion of Adairs 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. Its 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 masters
face. I cant believe
it! Heres 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
Adairs tirades, and had some inkling where the conversation was
heading. Sure enough, in a moment,
Adair turned back to his manservant and
continued. Ive given
half my life to conservation and preservationist causes,
Moran. That much is fact and
God only knows Im 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. Ive donated species
to zoos for breeding programs to save entire herds from extinction; Ive
built these greenhouses to save plants and to improve and strengthen those
in danger.
Yes sir, was Morans
only reply.
Of course, in the course of
my work, weve discovered and developed new pharmaceuticals, fabrics,
stains and dyes. I cant
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, Ill 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, thats enough self pity for the
day. Theres 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 Ive been
eager to begin for some time.
Its time someone worked at preserving or perhaps reintroducing
extinct species to this planet.
Adair rubbed his hands excitedly and handed the remaining pleas in
Morans 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. Dont 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 Schools Counselors
office. Sipping a cup of coffee,
she read through the weeks 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
Lindas 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 Lindas
office. Linda looked up, making
certain her brunette wig stayed in place as she ruffled her fingers through
her fake locks.
Hi,
Vanessa. Whats
up?
Unbidden, Vanessa slumped into
Lindas office and slouched into one of her
chairs. The cheerleading
captains normally perky face was gloomy and Linda sat silently, waiting
for the girl to open up.
Lindas patience was quickly rewarded.
Its French class, Miss
Danvers. I hate the class, and
it shows. But if I fail it,
I wont be able to participate on the cheerleading
squad.
Have you considered dropping
the class? asked Linda.
No, I
cant. 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. Its 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?
Vanessas frown got even
deeper. Couldnt
you at least TALK to my mother? she whined.
Sorry Vanessa, its my
policy not to interfere in parent-student conflict, unless BOTH parties are
agreeing. Besides, I think
youll like the tutor Im 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?
Hes the hottest hunk in school this
year.
Yes, and hes 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 isnt
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, were
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 Augustas 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?
Hes certainly a handsome
man thought Linda, only half focused on what Craig Thomas was
saying. She almost didnt
hear his question.
Huh? Oh, yes of
course. Id be glad to
go. Its Friday, isnt
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, doesnt he? asked Linda.
Craig took a bite of what the cafeteria
called hamburger, and nodded. Hes 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 cant wait Craig, Im
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 Litmans
Jewelers. 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, Couldnt 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 cant 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 Mights 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. Supergirls 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!
Youve 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. Im glad
to see you Supergirl. Id
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 youre better, let
me tell you how he stopped you, said the Captain, not
unkindly.
Supergirl stood up, feeling the
strength returning.
Im 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 whats
interesting. He held up
a clasp and the Maid of Might glanced at
it.
Its Magnetic?
she asked incredulous.
He seems to have slipped it
under your cape, then clipped it there with the
magnets. No wonder you
couldnt get to it.
What about the Green
K?
Weve got a tracer out
to all the labs where its stored.
If its stolen, or inventories dont match, well know
about it. Of course it COULD
be a new find.
I doubt it, there havent
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 didnt 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 didnt
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, Ive 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. Adairs 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 Adairs private
garden. Linda was certain that
those plants werent 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. Im 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.
Havent 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 theyre threatened
too. Were 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. Weve managed to make
the tree resistant to the diseases, but weve lost
taste. Were experimenting with the other crossbreeding
now.
The tour continued, passing a locked
room behind a concrete wall.
Whats in there, Mr. Adair? Asked one of the
kids. Adair looked
back.
Oh, er
oh! Thats just a small
lab, but filled with some very valuable
samples. Ive got some
very rare samples of ancient plants in
there. Were 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 dont think
so. Were at a critical
stage right nowand I cant 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.
Theres something fishy
going on here, thought Linda.
Something he doesnt 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 cant be, can
they?
Kryptonian
Nightbells? Yes they
are. Ive 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. Im very
sorry, Supergirl. I...I cant
imagine what its like for
you. But weve done
some excellent research here. The
Nightbells are just the tip of the
iceberg. Id love to show
you what weve done here. Can
you stay?
Supergirl felt Adairs excitement
and smiled in spite of herself. Id love
to. Lead
on. She followed him across
the plaza to the greenhouse. He
smiled and pointed out the highlights shed seen earlier that
day. Supergirl took it all in,
trying to stifle her familiarity with the
labs. She wasnt
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. Thats 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. Its like
standing in the Scarlet Forest!
Adair stepped behind
her, Its incredible
isnt it? Under normal
Earth conditions, the plants grew at a remarkable
rate. And were 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. Its strong
and durable, as well as light.
Were working on coloring it
now. But its difficult
to cut under most circumstances.
Supergirl
smiled. Im not
surprised. But how are you cutting
it?
Adair
frowned. Weve 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, its all here. Were 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
Supermans notes, they were extremely
rare. Ive 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 Supergirls 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 vines thorns
dug into her leg, causing her to gasp in pain and
astonishment.
OWWW! The
more she struggled, the more the vine dug in.
Its 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
cant let the Kryptonians all disappear,
Supergirl. And frankly, your cousin just isnt my
type. Supergirls
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.
Supergirls 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 Supergirls 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 Gods sake, make sure its
tight. As Moran began
to work on Supergirls wrists, Adair softly touched Supergirls
face. His hand traced the soft
curves of her chin and stroked slowly down her
neck. Adair found the catch
on the choker holding Supergirls 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.
Ive bound her wrists
and arms, sir, said Moran.
Adair looked up, startled.
Oh, so you
have. Help me Moran,
well 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 Supergirls 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 Supergirls
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
didnt take your powers, silly girl; I grew natural forces to constrain
them. He smiled at
Supergirls discomfort, running his bare hand along the Maid of
Mights thigh. Supergirl
squirmed in sheer frustration at Adairs 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 dont copulate with
endangered species! No, dear
girl, were 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 captives 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
didnt 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 thats enough for now
Supergirl. Ive earned
my sleep.
What about
me? Arent you going to
let me go?
Adair laughed
heartily. No my dear,
weve 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. Theres coffee in the pot over
there. Stay alert, we dont 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! Whats 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 Supergirls 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. Supergirls
jaw dropped.
But those wouldnt be
Kryptonians, Adairs said as much.
Moran busied himself, locking the
door to the lab. Frankly
Supergirl, Im not too interested in Adairs
plans. All I know is he wants
to make new Kryptonians, with you as the mommy and himself as one of the
fathers. Hes 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 Litmans last night, Ive 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 theyre calling masturbation these
days?
Oh you have a smart mouth,
Supergirl, but Ill put an end to
that. Moran climbed the table between Supergirls open
and restrained legs, and then dropped himself onto the girl of steels
heaving stomach. His hand shot
out to the V-neck of Supergirls blouse and he peeled it back, exposing
her perfectly formed breast.
Supergirls dark areola was erect, and Moran began sucking the
helpless girls tit.
Supergirl writhed beneath Moran,
trying to throw the unwanted offender from
her. No! Stop! You cant
do this to me, Im 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 heroines
ribs. His tongue continued to
lick Supergirls 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 Mights body, lapping
greedily along Supergirls 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.
Morans fingers slipped across
her soft fleshy mound and dipped forcefully between Supergirls
labia. Supergirl flinched, straining
mightily against the Kryptonian ropes holding her so
tightly.
I see youre enjoying
this Super Bitch! said Moran, licking Supergirls tart juices
from his fingers.
Youre all moist with anticipation, arent
you? Supergirl whimpered,
unable to answer. Moran positioned
himself against the struggling heroines pelvis, his cock eager to taste
the pretty young heroine.
Supergirl shouted
NOOOO!!!! as she felt Morans tip knocking on the
door. Morans hand slipped
underneath Supergirl, holding the small of her
back. At the touch of his cock
in her pussy and his hand beneath, Supergirls back
arched.
Moran slid his manhood deep into
the distressed heroines warm moist shaft, and felt her muscles clamping
on him; hugging him tighter than anyone had ever done.
Morans back arched in response
to Supergirls, 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.
Supergirls 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 Supergirls eyes, as the piggish
little man continued to take from her what should have been offered as a
loving gift. Supergirls
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. Supergirls body
moved in synch with his. She
grunted as each thrust brought the butler closer to
climax.
Supergirls 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 Morans 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 hadnt 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 wont
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.
Whats the matter Moran, theres 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.
Whats 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, its Charles Adair! said McCluskey in
shock.
Hes needs to be charged
with kidnapping Captain, said the Girl of Tomorrow.
I demand to see my
attorney! said Adair.
This is a travesty!
Youll 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 Adairs compound from last
night. Youll see the whole
thing, Captain. Captain
McCluskey took the tapes and nodded.
All right Supergirl, and
thanks. Im sure youll
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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