Supergirl
Captured by the Mob
Part 10 - More Training
and More Trouble
By Dr. Dominator
Note: The Supergirl
character and name are the property of DC Comics. This story is simply meant as
entertainment and should be read only by consenting adults of 18 years or
older. Violence and rape are never an answer to any situation.
Come dawn on
the third day of her capture, a bleary-eyed Supergirl struggles back to
consciousness with an effort she’s not sure she wants to make. With her powers
neutralized by the large glowing kryptonite stone tucked under her blouse
behind her back and her hands, legs and neck shacked to the floor, the
powerless girl feels a unfamiliar coldness seeping through her body from the
stone on which she lies. She’d never felt so chilled in her life. Shaking with
the inner chill, she realizes that she feels something else inside her. Not a
device of any kind. No dildos, no hoses, no plugs or patches, no gags or ropes
or needles or dope. Or was there?
Dope, she
thinks. I do have dope inside me. I have crack inside me. Or, to be more
precise, the need for crack. The thoughtful heroine ponders the meaning of this
for a moment, then comes up with the answer. She is waiting for Tony or his men
to come in and dose her up with crack then abuse her in some hideous way. That
was the pattern.
But it’s
been a long time since the last session, she knows that, even without windows
in the cell. She wonders why she’s been left alone this long. We’re they
getting complacent. We’re they out on some grand heist of some kind? Now that
they didn’t have to worry about her interfering in their bank jobs, their con
games, their protection rackets or their drug running schemes, they could be
running rampant in their various shady business dealings. Their whole operation
was probably running like clockwork now that they had taken Supergirl down and
made her their very own fuck toy!
I will
make these bastards pay if it’s the last thing I do!
She watches
the door anxiously now. There was no way to defend herself that she can think
of. How would they introduce the crack to her this next time? She had to try to
control herself. The euphoria of the drug was an unbelievable high. Almost impossible
to contain it or her emotions. It was like plunging down a roller coaster from
the top of one of those gigantic hills these coasters had now. You were
terrified and thrilled at the same time. The high was impossible to resist as
far as she could...
Why am I
so fixated on the crack? I should be thinking up escape scenarios. What if they
try to come in and rape me again. Is there any way I can twist away from those
invading penises while I’m caught up in that emotional and physical whirlwind
that crack generates. What if they put their cocks in my mouth and vagina
again. How will I cope with that feeling of dicks filling my cheeks and my
pussy while I’m high on....
I’m doing
it again. I can’t get my thoughts away from crack or sex. Can’t concentrate on
solving my situation. Have these bastards hooked me?
An hour or
so later, the nervous teen hears the door between the control room and her jail
cell open and Tony walks in with Stevie.
“You’re not
going to give me more crack are you?” Supergirl looks from Tony to Stevie with
a frantic glare.
“What?” Tony
asks nonchalantly as he checks her manacles.
“I asked if
you were going to be shooting me up or making me inhale any more crack today.”
“No.” Tony
inspects the kryptonite stone pressed between the pinned heroine’s shoulder
blades. “This isn’t giving you too much discomfort I hope, Supergirl. We’re
just trying to keep your powers away while we complete your training. Who
knows, when we’re done, you may get them back.
“Yeah,
right,” the skeptical champion doesn’t believe them for a moment. “When is the
next training session.
“Not for
hours.” Tony whistles a old Guns and Roses tune as he goes over to the bondage
table and checks the supplies in the various drawers.
“Really.”
Supergirl blinks dumbly. What was going on here?
“You sound
disappointed, slut,” Stevie crouches down, slips his forfinger under
Supergirl’s chin and lifts it up. Looking directly into the Maid of Steel’s
beautiful blue eyes, Stevie asks brazenly, “Were you hoping for my cock in that
pretty mouth of yours?”
“Or maybe a
dose of some Grade A, Number One crack,” Tony suggests from across the room.
“Not
likely,” Supergirl snaps back. “Either one!”
“Yeah,
right,” Tony mimics her earlier skepticism. “Come on Stevie, everything’s set.
Let’s go.”
“You’re not
going to win, Mr. Bonano.”
“We
practically already have, Supercunt. See ya!” The door shuts firmly behind them
as they leave the room. Supergirl hears their retreating laughter and frowns in
frustration. No forward progress there. No escape possibilities. And no
crack.
Five hours
later, a bored, queasy and depressed Supergirl hears the jail cell door open
and opens her lazy eyes. The deadly glowing kryptonite situated so close to her
head for so long has rendered her more helpless than usual. She’s got a major
headache, she can’t focus her mind on anything for more than half a minute and
she’s back to being a little nauseous. So when she sees Carmine come through
the door instead of Tony, she doesn’t know what to make of it.
“You here to
give me another training lesson in crack and sex, Mr. Vega?”
“Exactly in
that order, bitch. Happy?”
“You know,
when I ‘scape from here....”
“Tony talked
to you about that bullshit. Knock it off!” He stands over the shackled teen and
enjoys the view of her beautiful ass. The soft curve of it under that short
little skirt of hers...
“What’s the
matter, Carmine. Scared?”
Carmine
squats down and punches the prone teenager right in her kidney.
“Uhnnhh...”
“That’s Mr.
Vega or sir to you, Supercunt! Got it?”
“...yes...sir....”
she says with a grimace.
“Do I look
scared to you, Supergirl? I’d say it’s just the opposite and you’re just trying
to keep up a brave front, you pathetic
floozy. Anyway, you can’t even keep your hands and mouth off of all the dicks
around here for more than five minutes. I’d say you’re scared that you’re
getting an education about the true inner slut that you’ve become, Supergirl.
And graduating from slut to whore is a tiny little step in our book.”
Taken aback
by the cold hard facts thrown in her face, the dazed and unprepared blonde teen
simply replies in a low mumble, “ It’s the drugs, the crack that makes
me...um...do..what I’ve done.”
Carmine
squats down in front of the girl’s face. “Crack is not the whole reason you’ve
been eagerly taking our cocks in your mouth, your cunt, and your pretty round
ass, you oversexed little sexpot. You love it. In your heart you know I’m
right.”
“No...IT’S
NOT TRUE! I AM NOT A WHORE AT HEART. IT’S THE CRACK. THAT’S ALL!” Supergirl snaps
in anger and exasperation. She can’t debate in this condition. She can’t think
straight.
“Well, if
it’s the crack, then by all means, let’s take advantage of that.”
“Huh....no...that’s
not what I meant. I’m sick. I’m tired and confused. Don’t really know what I’m say...Hey!
What...”
The shocked
teenager watches Carmine’s fist as it suddenly rockets in from the side,
crushing against her nose and mouth.
“Ghunnff!”
Supergirl’s head snaps sideways, held painfully in place by the neck manacle.
Her nose runs with a small drip of blood that slides down the blasted teen’s
lip, into her mouth and down her chin. The side of the blonde’s mouth drips its
own small rivulet of blood.
“....uuuhhhhh....”
With her head knocked to the side, the stunned Maid of Steel doesn’t see
Carmine take a needle filled with the good stuff out of a leather belly pouch.
He throws a handkerchief on the floor in front of her. Then pins her lolling
head down into the handkerchief to absorb the blood even as he pokes the needle
into a small vein in the defenseless girl’s neck and fills her with another
noxious dose of crack. Between the crack and this kryptonite necklace pinned
to her back here, this bitch will be the easiest fuck I’ve ever had.
Battered
into a simple-minded incoherence, Supergirl morosely thinks to herself. Did
I actually want this to happen?
Eight
seconds later, it’s not even an issue as the euphoric Supergirl lets Carmine
clean her face up with the handkerchief. The amount of blood isn’t much at all.
Nodding in a haze of good feeling, Supergirl feels Carmine pull her head up by
the hair. The dizzy girl’s mouth hangs open slightly as she tries to breathe
through it rather than her tender nose.
“Time for
more candy cock, Supergirl,” Carmine say, pulling a dildo from his waist pouch.
“This one’s root beer flavored and filled with pheremones. Suck on it.” Putting
the wide tip into the drifting teen’s open mouth, Carmine pushes it to the back
of the girl’s tongue so she’s forced to grip the dildo with her lips and taste
its unique flavor.
“AWLFF....AUMM....mmmmm...”
it tastes very good to her. Better in fact, than any root beer she’s ever had.
That’s the pheremones working overtime. Released into her mouth and nostrils by
her sucking action, the activated sensory molecules inundate the beautiful
blonde heroine with an instinctive desire for some type of sexual stimulation.
Carmine rotates the wide candy cock against Supergirl’s tongue and she takes up
the sucking motion quite voluntarily now. Her cheeks suck in and out like a
tiny bellows as she savors the flavor and feeling of this wonderful wide treat
filling her mouth.
“Mmmmmm.....awlmmm....ahhlmmmm....”
Carmine circles behind the now orally fixated blonde superhero and pulls
another distinctly shaped device from the leather belly pouch. This hard pink
rubber tool is nothing less than a two-inch wide motorized buttplug.
“I’ve got
another toy for your pleasure back here, sweet cheeks,” Carmine says, smearing
the end of the buttplug with AnalEze lubricant for easy insertion. You’ll get
off on it, I’m sure.”
“...thathhh...fhine...”
the drugged girls replies, still sucking with all her attention on the mouth
filling root beer flavored delight.
“Mmwaulmmm....awwlllfff.” The pheremones released by her steady sucking
make the teenage wonder giddy with sexual desire.
Carmine
lifts up Supergirl’s skirt and pulls her panties down to the backs of her
thighs with a quick maneuver he’d practiced countless times over the last day
and a half. Greasing her anus with the pointed applicator, Carmine shoots a
generous dollup of the AnalEze up Supergirl’s butt. She flinches at this and
turns her head to look at what’ going on, swinging the dildo around with her.
The look of infantile stupidity as she sucks mindlessly on the fat brown candy
cock and stares questioningly up at him makes Carmine snort in wonder. How
did this naive Supercunt even make it through the day?
The large
Mafia don puts the buttplug against Supergirl’s balloon knot and pushes hard.
It slides in a full three inches, just enough for the girl’s ass to accept the
full rubber conical head of the slippery tool.
“MWUUNGHH.”
Grunting hard, the young heroine is caught off guard and spits out the candy
cock in a stunned gasp. “...wh..whatchu....doing?” She blurts. “...whazzat...”
“This is the
special toy you told me I could shove up your ass, Supergirl. Remember?”
“..what...?..did...i...? Don’t...remember
saying....OHH...OH...OHHH....” Carmine has turned on the powerful
government-designed motor within the buttplug. Stolen from a different high
tech device, the high-speed, high-rotation motor had been installed especially
for the sexual needs of the mighty Maid of Steel. It works up to spec, to say
the least. The writhing, delirious blonde has jerked her head back so it faces
forward. Her neck is now arched in ecstacy, her mouth and eyes both open wide.
The heavily vibrating buttplug massages every single nerve ending in the
blonde’s rear end with powerful, repetitive stroking sensations that send wave
after wave of pleasure into the gasping, writhing teen’s brain. Her libido has
gone from zero to 60 in under four seconds.
Carmine
reaches up to replace the candy dildo into the moaning girl’s mouth. She sucks
it in like brand new Hoover vacuum machine. Her cheeks drawing in deeply as she
satisfies her oral needs, even as her anal needs nearly overwhelm her
completely.
“Mmmwwauff....eeemmmm....whaulllmmmm....”
“Tony said
we should have a good time together. Are we having a good time, Supergirl?”
“...uhh...huuhhh....wwheeee....ahhhhr...”
“Good,”
Carmine says, “then you’re fine with me fucking this wet, eager snatch of
yours?”
“...fwine...”
“That’s what
I thought, slut.” Carmine immediately pulls out his penis and kneels between
the insensible heroine’s thighs. The bumping, shaking vagina is a beautiful and
tantalizing target. And Carmine’s always been good at target practice. He nails
it on the first shot.
“HEEWWAAALLFF!”
The delirious teen yelps with uncontrolled passion as she is penetrated by
Carmine’s wide penis. He pins her hips and strokes in and out of the wet, eager
hole.
“...eeewwmmm...eeewwwmm....”
Filled in
every major orifice, Supergirl moans in absolute oblivion from the sensations
going off like fireworks in her head. Carmine’s strong, self-assured thrusting
of that wonderful wide prick of his is pouring into her head like the
Mississippi flowing to the sea. The incredibly relentless buttplug cannot be
ignored either, it’s every movement a telegraph signal to her brain tapping out
CUM...CUM...CUMMMMM.
Carmine
climbs onto Supergirl’s writhing, trembling body and reaches up with both
hands. One hand finds the candy cock, holds the end of it and slowly moves it
in and out and around the delighted heroine’s mouth. With her hands pinned to
the floor, this special service makes the pleased young teen grunt in
appreciation.
“Hanks!”
“Don’t
mention it, Supergirl. This is for you, too.” Sliding his hand underneath her
blouse, Carmine grasps her naked breast and squeezes it gently.
“...mmmmmmmm....”
she purrs. Yet again, the famous insignia that symbolizes honor, trust and
freedom is disgraced and dishonored as knuckles from Supergirl’s captor stretch
out the red and yellow shield, wrinkling it, violating its bright promise and
abusing its meaning as Supergirl is eagerly and willingly felt up under its
distinct diamond shape. Adding insult to injury, Carmine thrusts his prick once
again high up under the heroic teenager’s famous skirt and the ravished
champion shrieks in uncomprehending delight at this shocking violation of all
she stands for.
Carmine’s
pumping hips take on a rhythm that is strong, persistent and yet varying in its
back and forth and side to side motions. With his hand fondling her breast and
his other now stroking her gorgeous ass, Carmine is having the best fuck of his
life. This girl was tight, she was totally receptive thanks to the crack and
she even grateful and responsive to his technique.
Ultimately
the pumping penis within her loins coupled with the vibrating buttplug are far
more than Supergirl can handle any longer. With her mouth, ass and vagina
filled to bursting with constant wet, slippery, sliding, rubbing and vibrating
sensations, the powerless teen is quickly and easily pushed into a full-fledged
vaginal orgasm. She spits out the candy cock so she can breath and screams at
the top of her lungs.
“YIEEEEEEAAAAAAAH....YEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH”
Carmine
hangs onto the teen while she lies on the floor in a rigid, mindless frieze of
sexual release. He’s still slowly sliding his cock in and out of the gasping
teen. And she goes limp in his hold, spent for the moment.
“......uuuuhhhhhnnnnn......that....was...incredible....”
“I
appreciate a girl who likes her work.”
“...work...?”
“Just an
expression.” Slyly, Carmine feels for a remote in his pocket and touches a red
button. The motorized buttplug hits a new and faster speed. And Supergirl’s
attention is snapped back to her ass.
“WHOA.....thadt’s
a ...n...neat....trhik.,” Supergirl murmurs. “...h..how dhid...you
do...tha...OHHHH”
Carmine has
begun thrusting vigorously again within her pussy. He hasn’t cum yet but he
plans to. With energetic determination, the Mafia don strokes away with
relentless hip pumping at the girl’s warm, wet slit. His wide tool is a
drilling machine now, matching the humming endless vibrations of the
super-modified buttplug.
“...Oh....ohh....yesss.....yesss....”
the girl who could once lift mountains is too weak now to even keep her head
up. Rubbing her tits with one hand, Carmine reaches around to the waist of the
now grunting blonde beneath him and sticks his hand down the front of her
skirt. He quickly massages his palm against her soft bush then drives his
fingers into the top of her vagina, finding her swollen clitoris. He flutters
his fingertips against it and then rubs it briskly, even as his hips dominate
her very intelligence, shutting it down so that her body’s demands can be met yet
again. The buttplug finds a new dimension of reality within the gasping girl’s
rear end and all her sensations culminate in synchronized rhythms that explode
within Supergirl’s overstimulated brain like an abandoned building being blown
apart with dynamite. The entire structure of Supergirl’s powerful ego
disintegrates in a rushing hot cloud of expanding pleasure
Yiiieeeeeahhhhh......RAOOOOOOOO....HELP
MMEEEEEE.....”
The
trembling spasms of Supergirl’s pussy send Carmine on his own funhouse ride. He
grunts in sudden, blind delight as he shoots his load deep into the warm center
of Supergirl’s snatch.
“...eeeemmmmm...”
she moans at the thrill of this sensation, knowing she has pleased this guy
completely. Her whole figure slumps in exhaustion beneath the large, still form
draped on top of her. Together they savor the warm floodlight of joy that comes
with intense sexual release.
“Hhhnhhhh....”
Carmine moans softly as he slowly gathers his wits. Tony was right, this girl
was fucking amazing. He could have never pulled out and humiliated her on this
one. It was too good to lose. He pulls his hand out of the girl’s blouse and
carefully rises to his hands and knees over the still limp blonde. First he
withdraws the buzzing buttplug from her ass. For this, she grunts and sighs in
relief. Then he picks up the candy cock and throws it in the garbage. Finally
he goes back, squats down and pulls up Supergirl’s panties arranging them
neatly and pulls down her skirt so she has some modesty left, until next time
anyway.
“These
panties have been up and down more times than a kite on a windy day, sugar
hips. You’re getting quite a training seminar here in the pleasures of being a
whore.”
The drowsy
heroine turns her head away from Carmine and murmurs softly, “Not a whore,” as
she drifts off in exhausted slumber.
Carmine
walks into the control room where Stevie had been handling the motorized swivel
cameras. “What a fucking ride she is, Stevie. You won’t be disappointed. I
gotta get a nap, this cunt wore me out! See you in a couple of hours.”
“Sure thing,
Carmine. I’ll keep watch.” Stevie checks the monitor, sees the sleeping girl
and goes back to his Elmore Leonard book.
Neither man
noticed that the kryptonite necklace had been knocked loose from under her
blouse near the very end of all the action. It now rested underneath the dozing
blonde heroine, against her stomach, the chain broken.
Late in the
afternoon of the third day of her capture, Supergirl stirs to consciousness
with a horrible stomach ache. It stems from two very different causes. First,
the large kryptonite crystal has been pressed against her stomach for the last
three hours or so since the tired teen drifted off after Carmine’s “training”
session. The radiation pouring out of the deadly green element underneath her
has, once again, disturbed the captured teen’s digestive system creating the
need to use the bathroom. Secondarily, the blonde heroine hasn’t eaten anything
other than several generous servings of Mafia semen. Under normal circumstances,
Supergirl did not require any food to sustain her energy, but the last three
days have been anything but normal. She needs food.
Dragging
herself out of the grayness of her sleep lethargy, Supergirl takes stock of her
situation with a pained grimace at the twisting uneasiness from her belly.
I’ve got
to get to the bathroom again. Stomach’s acting up badly. What’s this hard lump
I’m lying on, anyway? Feels like kryp...oh, yeah. That damn necklace that Tony
had put around my...Hey, it’s not around my neck! When did that happen? Don’t
remember Carmine moving it. Does it even matter? Thing’s still keeping me too
weak to do anything. Hurts so much. Crack would sure help take away this
pain....
“...ohhhh....”
The helpless teenage champion groans miserably at her plight. Inside the
control room, Stevie checks the monitor with Randy at his elbow.
“Sounds like
Superslut is coming to again,” Randy notes.
“Yeah, but
Tony and Carmine said not to do anything while they were out. Let her lie there
and suffer,” Stevie replies.
“Guess so.”
Randy looks at the beautiful girl lying in manacles on the floor of the jail
cell in the next room. The one and only Supergirl. He’d had his dick in that
famous heroine’s mouth. True, she hadn’t been a particularly willing
participant in the act. He would have preferred she had been, but Tony had
asked Randy to brutally face fuck the self-important heroine while she was held
down. The humiliation would help break the bitch down so she’d be a willing
whore at the end of the training. Randy smiled to himself. His face fuck of the
famous Maid of Steel was still something he’d never forget. Her look of
surprise in the midst of her crack high was perfect! She would have willingly
pleased him and even swallowed. Until Tony grabbed her wrists and pinned her
down that is. He hoped Tony or Carmine would let him have another go at this
girl. She was amazing. When they got back from their meeting with the other Mob
bosses, he might ask them when that next time with Supergirl could be.
The two-way
speaker in the ceiling overhead in the control room comes to life. “Hello?
Someone? Can someone come in here? I need help.” The shackled blonde is calling
out for assistance. The two young thugs look at each other and shrug.
“Suck it up,
Supergirl,” Stevie says sternly into the microphone even as he gives Randy a
wink.
“Please,
Stevie. I don’t feel good. My stomach...”
“Not again
with the stomach,” Stevie says to Randy in the control room.
“Yeah,
that’s not good.”
“Fellas, I
need the bathroom again. Please guys.”
“Not now,
Supergirl,” responds Stevie coldly. “Not til Tony gets back.”
Randy
lightly slaps Stevie on the back of the head. ““What’d you say that for? Now,
the bitch knows Tony’s not here.”
“Why does
that matter. Fuckin’ slut can’t do anything about it.”
“I guess
not,” Randy replies.
“Stevie,
please! You don’t want to have to clean up my...uh..mess...again, do you?”
Supergirl pleads in earnest. She’s weak and feeling very queasy.
“That’s the
fucking truth. I’m tired of cleaning up after this bitch,” growls a frustrated
Stevie.
“Yeah, but
Stevie....” Randy gestures at the monitor. “That’s Supergirl!”
“That is one
severely fucked over Supergirl who’s about to pump out a load of super shit
with its super stink all over the floor in there. I don’t want to have to deal
with. Do you?”
“Of course
not, but...”
“Look,
Randy, put on those kryptonite rubber gloves Tony used before. Hold her tits
and face, I’ll cover her with the gun and we can walk her over to the bathroom
together, real careful like. Come on,
Randy. You took her out before. I saw it on the monitor. You were a beast. That
little twat in there’s afraid of you. We can handle this. I know it.”
“You’re
right. I took this bitch down before. We both did, a couple of times already. Why
back up on the street, she even had all her superpowers at the time and we
still double teamed the bumbling twat and took her down. Fine, let’s do it.”
Stevie
pushes the talk button on the microphone and says, “Alright, bitch, we’re going
to allow this. But by our rules!”
“....thank
you....”
Two minutes
later, the two men walk into the jail cell together. Stevie’s carrying the
fully reloaded kryptonite slime gun. He walks over to the prone blonde and
trains the gun at the middle of her back. Randy goes to the bondage table and
removes the deutronium-kryptonite rubber gloves from a drawer and pulls each
one on, slowly working the fingers down so they’re snug and completely
flexible. He then walks over and stands beside Stevie, looking down at the
silent girl lying there in shackles. She looked harmless enough, but he knew
better. Weak as she was, he and Stevie had to do this right.
“Please
fellas. I can’t hold it in forever.”
“We’re going
to let you up now,” says Stevie, but we’re doing it our way. No tricks or
you’re toast, Supergirl. Got that?”
“Yes.”
“Okay then.
Uhm. I’m going to unlock your legs first, then the arms and then your neck. I
want you to get up slowly and carefully. Randy will be right beside you with
the kryptonite gloves Tony used before, so you behave and everybody’ll be
happy.”
“...okay...please
hurry....”
“Yeah, yeah,
we are. Cool your jets, sugar.” Randy is pumped but anxious.
Stevie
undoes the leg clamps first and then the arms. Supergirl curls up in a fetal
position holding her stomach and groaning. Neither man has noticed that the
blonde heroine grasped the glowing green necklace hidden beneath her and had
slid it in the only possible hiding place, her underpants.
Oh Rao, I
hope this works. It feels like I’m on fire down there!
Finally the
neck manacle is released and Stevie nods to Randy to kneel down beside him and
take hold of the moaning, twisted teen.
“Come on,
bitch,” Randy snarls, “you need the john so bad, let’s get up and moving.” He
grasps Supergirl’s bicep with his gloved left hand and pulls the groaning teen
to her knees. Her arms still clutch her stomach in genuine distress. The
glowing stone necklace in her panties drops lower and hangs in her crotch,
unobserved. But the girl goes white, swaying feebly on her knees. This could
be the worst idea I’ve every had. Can’t handle the pain.
Stevie, his
gun pointed at her chest, motions with a jerk of the nozzle. “Let’s go,
Supergirl, we’re doin’ what you asked. Get moving!”
“...too...weak...i...can’t...walk....stomach’s
killing me...”
“I may have
to carry her again like Tony did,” Randy says. The gloved hand on the blonde
heroine’s bicep is also draining all her energy. Supergirl’s head drops to her
chest and she groans in misery. Randy has an idea. He puts Supergirl’s arm
around his shoulder and holds it tightly with his gloved left hand. The other
arm he wraps around the slumping teenager’s upper torso and cups her breast
tightly with his right hand.
“Aahhh....ohhhh...”
The helpless blonde sags impotently against Randy as he stands up straight.
“...uuhhhhh....”
“Look,
Stevie, put down the gun for now and grab her legs, would ya? This cunt’s not
going anywhere we don’t want her to. I got her tit wrapped in this kryptonite
glove. You know what it does to her. We’ll hoist her over to the toilet and you
can come back for the gun quick and easy. She’s under control.”
“Yeah,
alright.” Stevie puts the gun over on the table and returns quickly. He grabs
the inert teenager’s shiny red boots by the ankles and the two men carry the
groaning, nodding superheroine all the way to the bathroom in the storeroom
without incident. At the bathroom door, Stevie lowers her legs and opens the
door then turns and runs to get the gun on the table in the other room. Randy
continues to hold Supergirl’s shoulder with one arm and removes the other from
her tit. He reaches down, about to pull down Supergirl’s panties when the woozy
Maid of Steel puts a weak palm against his chest while she slides her other
hand unseen around behind her back.
“...i...i...got
it from...here...” she murmurs. She desperately slides the hidden hand past the
waistband and deeply into her panties. She only has seconds here. Her fingers
grasp the stone and hold it tight.
“I don’t
think so, Supergirl,” says Randy with a leer. “You look like you could use some
help pulling down your panties.” He wants to be sure he can at least humiliate
his captive while he’s letting her get her way with this trip to the toilet.
Tony would be pleased he’s keeping to the plan in that way at least. Grabbing
the back of her underpants, Randy just misses Supergirl’s swiftly retreating
hand clutching the stone. She swoons limply in his arms as he pulls down the
famous Supergirl’s panties with a satisfied yank.
“There you
go, Supercunt! Now sit down and do your shit!”
Supergirl’s
hand swings behind her back once more and she drops the glowing necklace into
the toilet bowl just as she squats down and lets out an ear-piercing groan to
cover the sound of the clink of rock against porcelain. She bends forward with
true distress from the terror of the last two minutes, all the nausea from the
gloves mauling her and the actual strain her digestive tract has undergone. She
lets go with a flow from within that reeks horribly. Randy backs up suddenly
and bumps into Stevie who’s returned with the deadly krytpo-slime gun ready in
hand.
“Everything
okay?” Stevie nods at the bent blonde on the toilet.
“Everything’s
good except that stink from our gaseous young girlfriend here.”
“...little...privacy...?...”
The drawn blonde heroine looks up in pathetic hope.
“Not a
fucking chance, Supergirl, says Stevie, aiming the gun straight at the teen on
the toilet.
“Well, let
me get the fuck out of the way, then, if you two want to be alone in this stinking
shithole!” Randy shoulders past Stevie, walks ten feet away, bends over with
his green- gloved hands on his knees and takes a deep breath. “Whoooo...that
girl’s got intestinal problems.”
Supergirl
sits on the bowl for a good three minutes, slowly releasing the remainder of
whatever’s inside her in intervals so her captors don’t get suspicious. Her
color has returned and her powers are slowly creeping back. But not nearly fast
enough. The abuse she’s been subjected to over the last three days has drained
her energy reserves completely. She feels as weak as any normal girl her age
would be at this moment. Possibly even a bit weaker.
Randy and Stevie are talking together
nervously a mere three feet away from the bathroom door.
“Look, he and
Carmine are going to be back in about ten minutes according to what he told
us,” Stevie is saying. “Finished crapping or not, this bitch has to be strapped
down now. I don’t want Tony finding her up and out of position from when he
left.”
“You don’t
think she’ll tell him how kind we were, letting her use the toilet and
whatnot,” Randy replies.
“I don’t
know. I guess. Still, let’s get her back in place,” Stevie raises the gun and
points it once more at Supergirl’s chest.
“Yeah, okay. Guess you’re right. Come on, beautiful. Time to get back into restraints.” Randy moves in front of Stevie now, reaching for the still bent over teen sitting on the toilet. She’s frowning deeply. The bright glowing rubber gloves are coming right at her. Ready or not, powers or not, she’s got to act. This may be her very last chance to escape the horrors that this team of mobsters had planned for her. She tenses her muscles, ready to fight to the death.
End of Chapter 10
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