Supergirl
Captured by the Mob
Part 11 - The Great Escape
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.
Supergirl is
trapped! She has been caught by the mob and subjected to sexual abuse and
forced to take drugs from which escape was impossible. And now she was about to
be dragged back to her jail cell and shackled to the floor for yet more
sessions with drugs and sex until she was trained to be nothing more than a
crack whore for the pleasure of the mob. But now, with cunning and luck, she’d
been able to fool her captors and regain at least the ability to fight back,
with or without her super powers. And now she had to act or lose everything.
With Randy coming at her, waving kryptonite laced gloves, she readies herself
to leap off the toilet she’d been sitting on, stalling until she had enough
energy to finally defend herself after three days of total misery and
degradation. With an anger and a willpower borne of her truly heroic character,
Supergirl leaps forward in a surprising offensive against Randy’s outstretched
hands.
Throwing
both arms up in opposite directions with all her strength, Supergirl’s forearms
smack against the startled Randy’s arms and knock the oncoming glowing green
gloves up and back behind the hood’s head before he can react. Stevie stumbles
back as Randy falls back a step from the heroic blonde’s sudden onslaught.
Following up quickly, Supergirl slashes out with a tight fist and slams Randy
in the nuts with a hard left jab that draws a gasp from the suddenly paralyzed
hoodlum. He drops to his knees with a grunt. Supergirl falls forward herself,
purposely landing on her knees with a wince, away from Randy and the deadly
gloves. She pulls up her panties with a yank as she glances upward at where
Stevie has regained his balance. She sees him pulling the trigger on the
krypto-slime gun and immediately throws herself sideways between the door jam
and Randy. An arc of green sludge splatters the floor and toilet bowl where
she’d been squatting half a second before.
Pushing off
the floor with a grunt, Supergirl rapidly rises to a crouch and springs over
the disabled Randy. Her leg muscles are strong enough to power her short flight
directly into Stevie’s chest, knocking his gun nozzle up and sending the
dumbfounded thug backwards onto his rear, herself on top of him.
How did
this bitch get so strong again? Why isn’t that kryptonite necklace working?
Supergirl
pushes off Stevie with both hands on his chest, springing over him toward the
control room. Running in a jerking, weaving pattern, Supergirl avoids a second
green splatter all over the wall beside her. Frantically, she runs into the
room filled with electronic equipment, shelf after shelf of it. She sees no
immediate weapon available to use against Stevie and, reluctantly, dashes into
the jail cell. She wishes she could have shattered the recording equipment back
in the control room that probably has all her misery over the last three days
saved on shiny silver disks, but she didn’t have the strength yet or the time.
Her powers are about those of a average man right now she’d guess, but she
didn’t think that would be enough to take on those two bozos back there yet.
She hears a savage yell from Stevie and running feet. Dashing to the bondage
table she snaps open a drawer, looking for that short steel bar Tony had used
on her. Only a short leather whip and several candy dildos are rolling in there
from the force she’d used to open the drawer. She looks up but Stevie hasn’t
entered the cell yet. Why not? She hastily pulls open another drawer in
search of that damn steel bar and falls back a step in horror. A glowing coil
of green kryptonite rope throws it deadly radiation up at her.
“Ohhh...”
She leans against the drawer with a grunt of pain, forcing it shut with her
body weight. “...maybe not such a good idea...” she gasps. She’s dropped back
to normal teenage girl strength with this costly error. Yet she need some kind
of weapon. Standing back, she pulls a third drawer open. Ointments, ballgags,
hoopgags and other bondage equipment too sordid to think about. Maybe she could
use the ball gag like a bolo...
Suddenly
Randy slides into the room directly toward her. He’s used the frame of the
control room door as a fulcrum in his attack and his shoes are slipping easily
on the stone floor. He doesn’t have full control of his slide however and
Supergirl is able to duck behind the table in time to miss the awkward haymaker
he’s thrown. The powerful man’s face is flushed with anger and maybe the pain
from the shot to the nutsack she’d delivered. In any case, his clumsy attack
had completely thrown off the enraged man’s balance. He falls forward onto his
right shoulder and rolls heavily into the concrete wall with a loud thud.
Turning
immediately, Supergirl leaps into the air and lands hard on Randy’s exposed
ankle, hoping to cripple him enough to slow him down.
“AAGHH...Damn
you, bitch!” Randy screams in pain and reaches for his ankle just as the Maid
of Steel knees him in the face. He flops backward like a stone and Supergirl
quickly leaps backward and away from him. That should take care of him for
now. Where the hell is Stevie? She turns to retrace her steps to the
control room to find him, weapon or not, when a loud hissing over Supergirl’s
head stops her in her tracks. Looking up she sees a soft, greenish cloud
drifting out of a tiny grate in the ceiling. Kryptonite gas! Instantly,
the Maid of Steel drops to her palms and toes to cushion the fall and, on her
belly now, crawls rapidly toward the control room door. Sneaky bastard’s
trying to gas me but he’s in for a shock when I get into that room. The
ceiling of the jail cell is almost completely hidden by a thin greenish
fog just as Supergirl reaches the control room door. Getting to a crouch, she
silently turns the knob and, bracing herself against the floor, throws herself
into the room with a leap. Stevie is off in the back right corner trying to
pull some large round device off a wall. The krypto-slime gun is on the floor
behind him. Good! Hearing the door bang against the wall, Stevie looks
up to see Supergirl rushing at him. He turns and bends for the gun but the
blonde heroine is recovering more and more of her powers now. She is probably
as strong and agile as a world-class olympic gymnast by now. She actually
leaves her feet and does a forward flip right onto the gun. Her weight dents
the small reservoir on the front of the gun and a shocked Stevie is caught in
mid-bend. He starts to straighten up when Supergirl grabs his collar, and yanks
him up slightly and delivers a hard fist into his gut.
“...oofff...”
Stevie bends over with a gasp, but Supergirl yanks him right back up and slams
him against the wall. It’s not an easy maneuver but less taxing than she’d
expected. Her powers are definitely coming back.
“Where’s
Bonano, Stevie?” She gets in his face with an angry stare. “Where’s Tony?”
From out of
the shadows from the unseen left corner of the control room, a figure moves
forward with two quick steps and puts a tazer against the smooth blue fabric at
Supergirl’s back.
GZZZAPPP
“Unghhh!”
The stunned blonde heroine’s body jerks helplessly and she sags against the
already limp Stevie.
“Right behind
you, sweetheart.” Tony drops the tazer on the floor and reaches out toward the
Maid of Steel.
The two
bodies might have collapsed to the floor together but Tony has grabbed hold of
Supergirl’s collar. Incredibly, the blonde superheroine groans loudly as Tony
holds her sluggish figure before him. Anybody else would have been knocked
senseless for an hour or more by the charge in that tazer. The bitch had gotten
some of her powers back no doubt. He wondered how that had occurred but he had
bigger concerns right now. Turning quickly, he drags the now struggling teen’s
body toward the jail cell. She was fighting back already, clawing at her collar
and trying to rip his hand away. Damn she’s getting way too strong here!
With a
powerful effort, Tony turns, twists the hellcat suddenly around onto her knees
and heaves her through the open doorway of the control room into the jail cell.
Sliding along the stone floor on her side, Supergirl smacks into the cinder
block wall with a loud thump and a grunt.
Shaking her
head and gathering her senses, the mighty champion realizes that, despite the
shock of the tazer and the embarrassment of being tossed like a bowling ball,
she’s got even more of her powers back. She unwraps her twisted body and
quickly rises to take on Tony Bonano in a fair fight once and for...
“WHAULK!”
the flabbergasted heroine straightens up to find a thick, sickening green cloud
obscuring her vision and nauseating her to the pit of her stomach. The gas!
I forgot about...
Supergirl
falls on her ass with a dizzy swoon, coughing and wheezing, trying to shake off
the crippling effects of the gas she’d just inhaled. Right then, Tony walks
into the jail cell. Looking down at the woozy teen with her arms behind her,
palms on the floor and her legs sprawled out before her, boots pointed outward,
Tony laughs out loud.
“Fucking
bimbo forgot about the kryptonite gas! What a hoot.”
Shaking her
head, Supergirl starts to stand up when Tony kicks her supporting arms out from
under her. She fall flat on her back just as the mafia don drops straight down
onto her exposed stomach with a crushing knee drop.
“Huugnnhhh!”
She grunts and her legs curl up against Tony’s thighs, blocking her from the
fetal position her body was instinctively trying to reach. Tony rears back and
punches the gasping blonde in the temple.
“OWW! God
dammit your head is hard as a fucking wall, bitch!” Tony grips his hand in a
frown of anger and pain. He doesn’t like the way this is going. She was way
more powerful than he expected or could handle right now. She herself might not
realize the full potential of her power right this second because he’d kept her
off balance. He had to get her back up into that green cloud and hold her
there.
With the
force of the knee drop dispelling, the gasping Supergirl once more starts to
stand. Seeing this, Tony quickly backs off and stands himself, waiting to
pounce. He sees the dazed girl stop in
mid-rise, this time recalling the fog just over her head. She turns to face
Tony in a half crouch, only to see him driving at her with all his might,
forcing his forearm under her chin, hard against her windpipe and grabbing her
hair with his free hand. Caught off guard, the whooping Supergirl with a brutal
forearm crushed against her throat finds herself lifted directly up into the
cloud drifting slowly down from the ceiling.
“HAAGKK”
Tears spring to Supergirl’s eyes from the stinging horror of this noxious green
soup surrounding her head. Coughing and wheezing, the mighty blonde heroine’s
strength feels like its flowing out of her body like water. With her legs
kicking and jerking, Supergirl’s hands clutch at Tony’s forearm, trying to rip
it away from her scorching throat.
“..huulgkk...allggkkk...d...don’t....”
In desperation, Supergirl forgets the unrelenting forearm and reaches down to
grab Tony’s hair. She pulls on it with both hands and Tony screams with rage.
“Fucking
cow. I’m going to kill you!” But the pain is too much for Bonano and he
suddenly releases the girl so she drops like rock to the floor. Losing her grip
on Tony’s head, the desperate girl rolls away from the man screaming threats at
her, curls onto her side for a moment, gasping and wheezing, trying to take in
the relatively fresh air below the deadly cloud.
Tony shakes
his head, amazed he has any hair left and looks around for the dangerous cunt.
She’s trying to crawl away, like a scurrying crab, toward the control room.
Pissed that he doesn’t have time to retrieve any of the many weapons just
sitting there in the bondage table drawers, Tony rushes after the crawling
girl. Having lost a good measure of her powers from that last foray into the
kryptonite cloud, Supergirl is frightened that she’s lost her opportunity to
escape this hellhole. She nervously turns her head only to see Tony running
toward her a mere five feet away. She stops, rolls onto her back and kicks at
Tony’s knee with a surprisingly novel move from a long-forgotten karate lesson
from her grade school days. It doesn’t connect, but it causes a startled Tony
to swerve hard to the side and away from her. Pulling her knees to her chest,
Supergirl, uses the slickness of the stone floor to spin around and face the
unprepared Bonano yet again with a nasty kick, this time a leg swipe that does
connect. It sweeps the unbalanced kingpin off his feet, drops him painfully
onto his back, and causes his head to hit the stone floor with a harsh thud.
Tony’s eyes roll back into his head, knocked cold as a fish. Supergirl slowly
gets to her knees, facing her helpless foe at last. With the green cloud
descending, the Maid of Steel knows she has to get out of this place. She’s too
weak again to drag Tony with her to the safety of the control room while she
regains her powers. She’ll have to do it later when she feels....
“HUNNH!” The
tazer at the back of her neck shocks Supergirl in every way possible. Jerking
in paralyzed stiffness, the beautiful blonde heroine drops helplessly to her
hands and knees, her brain a muddled mass of impossibly fried wiring. Behind
her, Carmine holds the tazer guardedly. He shakes his head at the spasming
teenage champion trying desperately to fight against the screaming electric
whine that drones like a jet engine in her ears. With her tits wobbling below
her, the trembling, quivering blonde looks badly disabled. Nevertheless Carmine
walks over, grabs the Maid of Steel by her hair and drags her to a full
standing position against the common wall with the control room. The broad
shouldered Mafiosa sticks his hand under Supergirl’s skirt and grabs her pussy with
a wrenching squeeze.
“AAHH.” The
agonized blonde instinctively gasps in pain and inhales a devastating gulp of
misty green kryptonite gas, which causes the defenseless teen to choke and gasp
even more, over and over within the noxious mist.
“That’s good.
Breathe in the nice kryptonite gas, Supercunt. Breathe it all in for Uncle
Carmine.”
“Halggkkk...whullggghhh....ghasspp....huuurllgghhh....cawwkk....caawwk....”
After two
minutes, the inert form of the beautiful Maid of Steel hangs in Carmine’s
unrelenting grip; a defeated, inert, drooling wreck. Her head slumps awkwardly
against her chest, her legs dangling in an uncharacteristically crude manner
with her knees touching and her calves pointed outward in opposite directions.
Her panties have been pulled down below the hem of her wrinkled skirt, dragged
there after Carmine had roughly pulled his hand away from her crotch. He had
made sure he’d left his hand in plenty long enough though, squeezing her
roughly again and again to make sure she would gasp in pain every now and then
to breathe in the incapacitating green cloud until she lost consciousness. Now
Carmine finally lets the pathetic figure fall to the floor in a heap of red and
blue.
“Fucking
bitch. Should have killed you when we had the chance!” Carmine actually pulls
his gun from a mini-holster at the small of his back and aims it at the
unconscious girl’s head. “Well, it’s never too late.”
“DON’T,
CARMINE!” Tony is lying on the floor with his eyes half open in dazed anger.
Carmine looks at Tony, wavering there with his gun aimed at the unconscious
blonde.
“Don’t,”
Tony repeats calmly, looking at Carmine who shakes his head with regret. Slowly
he replaces the gun behind his back.
“Okay, it’s
still your play, Ton, but that was too fuckin’ close to closing up shop for
both of us. For a long, long time, Tony, you know. Jail. No money. Nothing but
regrets. You’re walking on a wire here, Tony. A thin, fucking, dangerous high
wire. Think about that.” Carmine stares at his partner. The guy was a twisted
genius. But the cost was damn high.
“I have.
I’ll tighten things down a little more. She’s probably one, maybe two doses
away from being the gold mine I know she can be, Carmine. We’ll be able to
write our own ticket with the Boss of All Bosses. Not just our own gangs,
Carmine. Our own families. That close!”
“I’m gonna
change your name from Tony “The Wire” to “Tony the High Wire Act!” Carmine says
with a sarcastic smile. Fuck, Ton, what a clusterfuck!”
Tony sighs
and struggles to his feet with Carmine’s assistance. “Can’t argue with that.
How are Stevie and Randy? Do you know what the fuck happened here before we got
back?”
“Not a clue.
I came in just in time to see her on the monitor, kneeling in front of you,
wavering but smiling. She had you dead to rights. I grabbed the tazer, snuck in
and zapped her. Then I held her head up in the gas that someone released until
she was out cold.” Carmine looks around the room and over at the Randy, looking
paler than usual. “Looks like she surprised the boys. Stevie’s in the back out
cold. Randy’s still sleeping like a baby in that corner and I don’t have an
inkling about how the fuck it all happened. What about you? You got back a few
minutes before I did, how’d she get the drop on you?”
“I actually
had the drop on her at first, believe it or not.” Tony looks at the unconscious
teen lying in a heap, breathing shallowly, on the floor. She has tipped over
onto her side with her thighs stretched wide apart and her ankles crossed
underneath her. “I’ll tell you, Carmine, from this second on, I’m not
underestimating this bitch by one little cunt hair. Everything’s by the book or
somebody’s getting whacked. In fact, let’s drag her right over to the shackles
over there and lock her down. Should have done it as soon as I was awake.”
The two men
proceed to drag the unconscious teen by the hair over to the other side of the
cell. She doesn’t utter a grunt or moan as she’s roughly maneuvered into place.
All the while Tony is recounting his side of the action before Carmine’s
return.
“I came in
through the back door of the control room to check on things in the disc
storage center closet, you know. I mean the stuff we have in there of her
capture and all our training sessions. That’s worth millions by itself. Anyway,
Stevie didn’t even know I was there at the time. I hear Randy scream out in
real pain, ‘Damn you, bitch’ and I look up at the monitor to see what’s going
on. Fucking bitch is not only not shackled to the floor, she’s standing on
Randy’s ankle and kneeing him right in the face. The big guy flops back out
like a light and I’m thinking we’ve got real trouble here.”
“You think?”
Carmine says, appalled at this story. Tony fits the leg shackle over
Supergirl’s ankles and secures the booted leg firmly in place with a definite
click. He moves on to the other leg.
“Anyway,
Stevie gets smart and cues up the K gas delivery system and then retreats to
the back corner of the control room. He puts the slime gun down, a major
mistake I’m thinking at the time...”
“Fuckin’
major, major mistake.” Carmine nods in assent. He clicks the left arm shackle
shut around the limp blue-clad wrist of the unmoving blonde heroine and moves
over to the right wrist..
“So, the
gun’s on the floor,” Tony continues, “and Stevie is trying to pull the big body
compressor harness down off the wall, thinking, I don’t know, that he’ll put it
over her and keep her in place after the gas gets her. Who knows. Point is,
he’s so scared he doesn’t see me standing in the opposite corner in the dark. And
knowing that bitch, I’m thinking the gas might not work, so I keep quiet and
watch for my move. Next thing I know, Supertits over there comes flying into
the control room looking to spit nails. Stevie sees her, forgets the body
compressor and goes for the slime gun. Then, get this Carmine, the fucking
blonde does a goddamm forward tuck and roll in the air, some fucking gym rat
move like you wouldn’t believe, and lands right on the kryptonite slime gun. I
doubt the thing will even work anymore. Took me three months and forty grand to
build that motherfucker.”
“No shit?”
Carmine says, clicking shut the right hand shackle over the unconscious
teenager’s wrist. He then stands up and looks down at the limp girl who was
lying there in sweet oblivion. She’s cost Tony a pretty penny so far. I
wonder if she is worth it.
Tony is
explaining why she is worth it to him even now. “Hell, I told you I was deep
into doing this thing. Nights, weekends, whenever I had an extra hour, I was
working on taking this bitch down, Carmine. That’s why I’m so keyed into the
success of this thing. She’ll be worth millions to us. And so far, it’s working
pretty close to the way I figured it.” He snaps the neck brace shut and stands
up, stretching his muscles and rubbing his head gingerly. Nice lump there.
Bitch got a little payback for the whacks I gave her.
“So what
does Stevie do after she breaks the gun?”
“Well,
Stevie was, you know, bent over trying to get the gun, totally off balance. She
grabs him by the collar, straightens him up and gut punches the poor kid.
“Ouch.”
Carmine winces at the thought.
“Fuckin’ A
Ouch! Now, I can tell this bitch is getting some of her powers back, but not so
strong yet, cause, you know, she really had to punch him hard. When she’s maxed
out at full strength, if this bitch taps you on the head a little too hard with
her little pinky, you’re spending a week making fun faces in your oatmeal in
the psych ward at Bellevue.”
“Fuckin’ A,
Bellevue,” Carmine nods.
“So, after
Stevie doubles over, she slams him back up against the wall and asks ‘Where’s
Tony?’ And it’s a good thing that Stevie didn’t know I was there, cause he
would have tipped her with his eyes or something. I didn’t know for sure if he
hadn’t seen me though, so I couldn’t take the chance. I walked right up behind
her, two quick steps, and zapped her with the tazer I’d taken off the shelf
right after I’d heard Randy scream.”
“Good
thinking, but what happened? She didn’t go down?”
“Mostly she
goes down, but not out, not completely. She was gaining her powers back every
minute by that time I guess. Anybody else, gets zapped like that they’re
drooling in their soup. This bitch is moaning and groaning and groggy a little
I guess. But that’s it. So, I want to try to get her back in the cell at this
point, you know where all the kryptonite shit is stored in the table so I can
work her over with it somehow. She’s out of it enough for me to heave her out
of the control room into the cell here. But’s she’s still strong enough to
stand up, even after sliding into that wall over there.
“You must
have shit a brick at that point!”
“Probably
would have if blondie hadn’t been so dumb or so loopy that she forgot about the
kryptonite gas Stevie had released. She stood up nice and straight, all ready
to walk back into the control room and beat the shit out of me when she
suddenly finds her head in a cloud of the worst thing in the world she wants to
deal with right then; more kryptonite. Naturally it doesn’t agree with her and
she falls on her ass, choking and wheezing. I walk into the jail here and see
what’s happened and start laughing. Blondie shakes off the dose and starts to
stand up, so I knock her on her back and give her my best atomic knee drop.
She’s curled up against me wheezing all helpless and everything so I figure
I’ll punch her lights out. I give a fist right to the side of her head and it’s
like hitting a wall. Almost felt like I broke my hand. Fuckin’ thing is still a
little numb.”
“No doubt.”
Tony walks
over to the bondage table, opens a lower drawer and takes out the long anal
dildo he used before to keep Supergirl out of action. He hold it up and
inspects it for any cracks or damages, but it looks in good shape. It is still
filled with straight kryptonite slime. No deutronium. Perfect to keep her
helpless again during the next few sessions. He opens a different drawer and
takes out the container of AnalEze then walks back over to the beautiful
prostrate figure clad in her famous red and blue. He squats down next to her
shapely rear end and peels back the silky little red skirt.
“Anyway,
after my almost useless punch to her head, the persistent bitch tries standing
up again,” Tony continues his recap. “Now, at this point, believe it or not, I
want this ‘cause I want blondie’s head back in the K cloud, you know.
“To weaken
her. Soften her up for the kill.” Carmine watches intently as Tony casually
pulls down the panties of the famous
teen heroine like she was just some normal skank from his whorehouse.
Thankfully, the silent girl doesn’t as much as quiver.
“Right. And
that actually works. I get her with a forearm to the throat and by her hair and
drag her pretty face right up into the thick of that kryptonite cloud, you
know.” Tony sticks the AnalEze applicator tube against the inert blonde’s balloon
knot and squeezes out a generous dollop of the greasy gel. He spreads it around
the outside of her anus with his forefinger, then sticks the finger into the
girl’s tight ass and swipes it around within her anal passage.
“So there
she is,” Tony says, “back to choking and gagging, and getting much weaker, I
can tell. But before I can sign off on the deal, the cunt grabs my hair and
tries to pull it out by the fucking roots. Thought I was gonna black out, she’s
pulling so hard. Anyway, I had to drop the bitch and back off to, you know, get
my head back on straight for the next attack.”
“Sure,
sure.” Carmine nods as he watches Tony squeeze a little dab of the anal gel
onto the tip of the long glowing dildo, smear it around, then press the device
against Supergirl’s butthole. Reaching around the limp girl’s waist with one
arm for added leverage, Tony slowly forces the lucite tube filled with glowing
green kryptonite into the silent, unmoving heroine’s butt. Without even a
whimper from the inert form shackled on the stone floor, the deadly tube
gradually disappears far up the silent young champion’s anal passage until only
the round end can be seen poking out from her tight balloon knot. Tony pats her
rear with a flourish and pulls up panties until they’re smooth and snug against
her rounded tush.
“Anyhow, the
next thing I know,” Tony relates, “Supergirl is crawling back to the control
room to get away from the big green cloud that’s drifting down toward the floor
pretty steadily now. I’m thinking still about trying for some kind of
kryptonite tool I can get from the table there, but I know I’m going to lose
her if I try that, so I run after her to keep her in the room with me. She’s
lost a real lot of her superpowers though. Hell, I must of had her sucking in
that kryptonite gas cloud for like 30 seconds or so. Anyway, I’m about to catch
her when she turns and tries a karate kick. Some weird shit I never saw before.
But she’s been slowed down by the cloud so I swerve just in time and she misses
me.” Tony looks a little embarrassed when he says the next sentence. “I turn
and am about to give her my hardest kick her right in the kidneys, she’s that
close. But she pulls a spin move like,
on her back, and does that leg swipe think that ninjas are always doing and
that totally takes me out. I remember falling and hitting my head and thinking,
‘Fuck, I had the bitch cold’ then I passed out. After that, I guess you came in
with your cavalry act and here we are.”
“Shit, what
an A number one fuck up show!”
“True
enough,” Tony admits, finally standing up and looking down at his beautiful
prize shackled in steel beneath him. “Anyway, things are back to right where we
want them, Carmine. I’m thinking Supergirl is ready for her next lesson, Crack
on Parade. This girl is getting hooked solid in the next ten hours or I’ll kill
the bitch myself,”
Carmine’s
eyebrows go up at this. “Ten hours? You think that will do it?”
“I do ‘cause I’m accelerating Supergirl’s training for the next ten hours. She’ll be hooked. You have my word. But first let’s get the boys awake and find out why the fuck Supergirl got the better of them in the first place. This ought to be interesting!”
End of Chapter 11
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