Supergirl
Captured by the Mob
By Dr. Dominator
Part 4 - The Best Laid
Plans and All That
Note: All characters and
names are 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.
It’s just
past one in the morning as Tony Bonano walks into the control room of his
hideout with a wide smile and starts shaking the hands of the group of
deliriously happy men standing there. He had just accomplished the impossible.
He’d taken down the one and only Supergirl, drugged her with crack and fucked
her silly. Then, and this was the best part for him, he’d made her climax despite
herself. Of course his climax wasn’t bad either, he smiled to himself.
The
laughing, beaming men reach out and pull him into their circle congratulating
him with cheers and toasted glasses of champagne they’d had waiting in the
nearby fridge.
“What a day
this is,” Randy says.
“Historic,”
replies Carmine raising his glass.
“The money
alone from the video of this...” adds Stevie.
“Plus,” says
Tony with a twinkle in his eye, “the money we’ll make from our Superwhore in
there.”
“Is that
true about being able to train her with crack, Tony?” Carmine looks earnestly
at his fellow Mob brother.
“Absolutely!
The bitch may be Supergirl but her body chemistry obviously still reacts to our
crack serum like any other female. And gentlemen, I know how to handle females.
She’ll take on the habit and I’ll be her exclusive pimp. The job’s below my
station, but it’s a pet project I’m actually looking forward to.”
Carmine nods
toward the cell in the next room.“How much you figurin’ to charge to tap a
famous piece of ass like that?”
“Hell, I
guess anybody who wants to fuck Supergirl would put up five grand for a couple
of hours. That adds up pretty quick. Ten grand or more for the sick shit
they’re gonna want. We don’t want to price her out of the market. But the thing
is, and I’ve thought this through, I want whoever pays for her to give us the
money up front, but when they’re done with her, they’ll be instructed to throw
just a few bucks her way: five, ten or twenty dollars at the most.”
“Why pay her
at all?” Randy asks.
“Because I
want that snotty bitch in there to feel like the lowest piece of shit on the
planet. She’ll be torn up inside by having to whore herself out for her habit,
but when some lowlife tosses a mere five spot her way, she’ll die a little more
inside. Always remember this boys, that young blonde passed out in there with
her panties pulled down to the backs of her knees is still a superhero....”
“Yeah,
right,” scoffs Stevie.
Bonano’s
famous reflexes take over before Stevie can even blink. He’s eye to eye with
the wide-eyed young hood and Stevie’s shirt collar is tightly bunched in his
fist.
“Let’s be
real clear here, Stefano,” Bonano says with icy coolness. He only uses Stevie’s
full name when he’s mad and Tony’s certainly on the edge of that now. “I
appreciate your many skills but you can be a tad reckless. Our shapely little
friend in there would love you to be reckless. She’s praying for it, I’m sure.
Reckless is very, very, very bad.” Tony pauses, thoughtful for a moment. “How
bad, Stefano? How about having your balls fried to popcorn by her heat vision
if you’re not careful around her? Or maybe, I don’t know, reaching into your
chest and pulling your heart through your rib cage like she was picking up a
stuffed toy off the shelf at The Disney Store.”
Stevie gulps
loudly. “Okay, Tony. Okay, yeah. I get it. Careful. Real careful 24/7.”
“That’s the
good lad,” Tony says, releasing the sweating hood and smoothing out his collar.
“You gotta remember this: even after all that girl has been through, from the
surprise degrading sliming on the street to that thoroughly humiliating fucking
in there, she still thinks of herself as a superhero. I know their type.
They’re always trying to come out on top. When she wakes up, the first thing
she’ll do is start planning how to escape. I guarantee that. Now Carmine and I
will be going in there to make it plain as day to her that “on top” is
definitely not where she’s going to be. And, over time, I’ll have to break her
down carefully and make sure she stays broken in every way possible. The small
change laid out on her dresser, stuffed in her bra and thrown on the floor in
her face as her john walks out of the room is just part of keeping it real for
the soon to be famous Whore of Steel. Everybody get that?”
The men all
nod in agreement and Tony draws Carmine aside for a moment. As Randy and Stevie
figure out if they can come up with five grand, Tony hands Carmine a device
from a nearby shelf.
“Here, take this.
We’re goin’ back in there and fucking Supergirl from both ends. You said you
always wanted to face fuck that arrogant cunt and that little gizmo will keep
her from biting your dick off! Put it like this over her lower teeth and it’ll
open up and keep her mouth wide open for you. Don’t worry, you’ll be perfectly
safe. That deutronium-kryptonite slime is keeping her weak as a kitten. In the
mean time, I’ll be fucking that sweet tight pussy of hers.” Tony smiles widely
as he leans toward Vega in a conspiratorial whisper. “Let me tell you, Carmine,
if her mouth is anything like her twat, you’re in for the thrill of your life.
You’ll love fuckin’ this piece of ass, I guarantee it. Now, just to keep her in
her place, I want to try to cum together. Me in her pussy, you in her mouth.
The humiliation of this is important. If it don’t happen, it’s not the end of
the world for us, but if it does happen, it could be the beginning of the end
for little Miss Miniskirt in there. The loss of all her hope is what’s gonna
keep her down.”
“You got it,
Tony. I never knew you were such a planner. Truth is, I always thought you were
more flash than substance. I’m not usually that far off in judging people. You
got talents you’ve been hiding, my boy. I’m proud to be associated with you.”
“Thanks,
Carmine. That means a lot coming from you. Now, I’m going to go in and assess
the situation. Make sure she’s not too feisty. We can’t give this twat a moment
to think or she’s liable to come up with a surprise or two I haven’t anticipated.
She’ll be coming down from the first dose of crack right about now and I’m not
going to give her another one for a while. I want her to know she’s nothing but
property to us. And I don’t want her to enjoy this mini-gangbang of ours one
bit. She’s got to learn that she’s defeated here and a double rape certainly
should make that point. So you come in when I give the signal. Make sure the
boys have all the camera and recording equipment cued up for our next session,
okay?”
“Sure thing,
Tony. I’ll watch for the signal. Have fun.”
“Always, my
friend. That’s the point of all this, isn’t it?” Tony grins.
Supergirl
wakes up with a jolt as her rear end is whacked with the short metal rod Tony
has taken off the nearby shelf.
“OWW,” she
yelps as her head comes up off the floor and she turns it as much as possible
within the slack neck manacle to see what hit her. Just as she does, Tony drops
down hard on her ass in a kneeling position, whips the bar across her throat
and pulls her head back.
“Miss me, honey
cunt?” Tony says, keeping one hand on the bar and sweeping the palm of his
other hand through the puddle of glowing greenish-white slime. He smiles down
at the wide-eyed blue and red clad blonde shackled beneath him.
“Bonan....ULGGKKH...”
Tony’s palm cuts off her remark as it smears the thick, foul-smelling muck all
over her face. The noxious sludge clogs her nostrils, coats her lips and eyes
and drips off her forehead.
“....huulggkk...whaaiitt...don’t....”
Not even
pausing, Tony scoops up a second handful of slime and yanks Supergirl’s head
back again with the rod at her throat.
“...AAGKH...”
The hand in
her face scrapes down against her gasping mouth and a wide swath of
krypto-slime drops down a shocked Supergirl’s throat. Too confused to react in
time, the blue eyes of the blonde heroine bulge in horror as she swallows the
thick disgusting mix.
“Well,
Supergirl,” Tony leans over and sticks his face a mere foot away from the
girl’s own face. “ I’m pleased you learned your lesson about swallowing everything
that comes your way. That’s wonderful progress.”
“...Agghh...haaacckk...wrullghh...”
Supergirl manages to cough up a small clump of greenish ooze that dribbles down
the corner of her mouth but the remainder has drained into her stomach to work
its evil there.
Pulling the
bar away from her throat, Tony raises it up over the gagging blonde’s head and
brings it down hard with a short chopping motion.
THUNK
The blonde’s
eyes roll up and her head drops into the puddle on the floor like a wet
beanbag. Tony lifts the limp form by her collar and reaches around to squeeze
her nipple as hard as he can through the sopping wet blue fabric.
“....uunnhhhh....”
“Good,
you’re not totally unconscious, sweet buns. So we’re going to have some more
fun, Superslut.” Tony backs off the naked tush of the moaning teen and centers
himself once again in a kneeling position between her legs. Sitting on her bare
ass and tormenting his helpless captive has made Tony stiff as a board and he
pulls his penis out behind the unwary girl.
Supergirl’s
head aches. She extremely nauseous. She feels like she has no energy reserves.
In fact, the puddle of kryptonite she’s soaking in is beginning to generate
severe cramps through her pelvis. Suddenly, the memory of the crack-induced
orgasm returns and the groggy teenage heroine groans in absolute misery.
“.....oohhhh......nooo....whut’ve...yuh...dunn....”
“Done? Why
I’ve created a cottage growth industry for the Mob, Supergirl. In fact, with
your help, we’ll be on the cover of Fortune Magazine,” Tony leans down and
nibbles on the blonde’s right ear. “especially if you’re as good with my
friends as you were with me, bubble butt. Let’s see how good you are the second
time around, shall we?”
“DON’T DO IT,”
shouts the pleading girl. She can feel his palms press against her sticky
thighs and the small warmth of something poking against her nether lips.
Immediately she jerks hard against the restraints pinning her to the floor. In
a sudden frantic move borne of total desperation, Supergirl twists her hips to
try to get away from this brute’s sadistic assault.
“Why you
little minx. You’ve still got some fire in your belly, huh. Let’s see if we can
put that out, shall we?” Tony puts his cock back in his pants and, with only a
moment’s pause, reaches over to a low shelf and picks up a plastic turkey
baster with a large white rubber bulb. “Wasn’t sure if I would need this, but
my motto is ‘Be Prepared.’ Guess I’m just a boy scout at heart.”
He squeezes
the bulb at the baster’s top end and puts the tip into the puddle beside the
struggling heroine beneath him. It pulls a steady stream of slime into the
baster, creating a greenish glowing tube in the process. Tony lifts it up and
looks at the tube with a smile.
“I really
admire you, Supergirl. All the pain you’re in. All the cramps you’ve probably
got. All that overwhelming weakness and still you fight the good fight. I can
see why you’re called a superhero. Too bad it’s not going to do you any good.”
Another
crushing chop against the back of Supergirl’s head with the steel bar near at
hand stops all her struggling in mid twist. The blonde’s mouth drops open and
her head flops to the floor with a thump. Tony reaches down, slides his palm
under the chin of the dazed teenager and lifts her head up slightly. He looks
down to see Supergirl’s eyelids fluttering weakly, with her mouth dropped open
and groaning with a soft sigh, as she tries desperately to hold onto
consciousness.
“...uuuhhhh...”
“Such a true
champion. Let’s see what we can do about that fire.”
Tony places
the end of the turkey baster against the back of Supergirl’s tongue and
squeezes the bulb. The full measure of slimy green death slides out of the
glowing tube and down the helpless teen’s throat.
“...hllghkk....eegkk...”
The fluttering eyes continue even as the girl’s body shakes and jerks with an
involuntary spasm at this assault.
“You want
another? Of course, sweetie.” Bonano repeats the process, drawing the slippery
solution into the tube of the baster and putting the open end into Supergirl’s
gaping mouth. A quick squeeze and another portion of vile lumpy sludge drains
down the quivering girl’s throat.
“...ggaggkk....whuulggh....shtop...dhis....phleeeas....”
The gagging helpless blonde champion barely gags out her begging plea.
“That enough
slime to quench your fire, nipples?” Tony leans back, shocked that this girl
can even talk after taking two shots to the head and two full basters full of
krypto-slime. Is there no end to the inner strength of this cunt? I got to
be on my guard every second with this bitch!
“..feel...sick...woozy...
“
”I would
think so, sugar buns. You’ve just had double portions of the soup de jour and
you’re still ready for more.” Tony fills another baster’s worth of the gunk
from the puddle by his knee, tips the teen’s head back and brings the tip up to
Supergirl’s mouth. Grimly, the blonde dynamo puts all her effort at keeping her
mouth tightly shut, her lips firmly pressed together. Tony can’t get the tip
through the thin, pressed pink lips of the determined girl.
“Games? You
want to play games. Fabulous. I love games. Let’s play Nipple Hockey, darling.
Reaching down with his left hand, Tony leans against the pinned teenager’s damp
body writhing beneath him, reaches around and grabs Supergirl’s breast through
her blouse. Massaging it roughly and quickly, he feels the nipple against his
palm and centers right on it. He squeezes it and rubs it to bring the erogenous
button to full attention. Supergirl grimaces as Tony keeps the baster tip
pressed hard against her unyielding lips.
“The object of Nipple Hockey, sweet thing, is
to shoot the nipple into the goal. The goal is imaginary of course, but I know
right where it is so I’ll just flick this little pink wonder again and again
until I score, okay?”
“....nnnghhh....”
Supergirl shakes her head weakly but is too sick and weak to put up much of a
fight other than keeping her mouth clamped shut.
“I’ll take
that as a yes.” With that said, Tony lines up the girl’s nipple against the
fingernail of his third finger and says, “Bobby Orr sees an opening, lines up
the shot. He shoots!” Tony flicks his finger as hard as possible using pressure
against his thumb.
THWICK!
“Mmphhh!”
Supergirl’s eyes water from the stinging shot to her nipple. She keeps her
mouth shut but tries to cripple Tony by suddenly raising her rear and trying to
knock his balls back to third grade. She doesn’t have the leverage, strength or
aim to succeed, but Tony is still amazed at this girl’s toughness. Still, he can’t
let her know that.
“Uuh, uhh,
Supergirl, that’s the wrong game you’re playing. We’re not doing Pin the Tail
on the Donkey. That comes later. But wait, now it’s Mario Lemieux who’s got a
shot.” Another intense flick of the finger.
THWICK!
“Ennnhhh” A
whimper and a grimace but Tony still can’t force the tip into the struggling
girl’s mouth.
“Marty
Brodeur is putting on some kind of show out there, Jim” Tony mocks with fake
color commentary on his gruesome game. “Uh oh, here comes Patrick Eliash down
center ice, he winds up big time, and he shoots hard right to the middle of the
crease!”
THWICK!
“OWWW!”
Supergirl yelps helplessly in pain at this harshest flick yet. The baster is
forced into her mouth, pressed against her tongue and the syrupy glowing green slime
floods into her mouth and down her gullet.
“HE SCORES,”
Tony yells in triumph as he pulls the baster out and tosses it on the shelf. That
ought to be enough of that!
Supergirl goes
pale as she coughs and gags, bringing up only a small portion of the slime
forced down her throat. Her whole body shakes and trembles, her eyes going
fruitloops through the disheveled hair in her face.
“....hulgkk...sick....can’t...breathe...too
much...gonna be...HAWLLGGKK.” Her eyes have stopped pinballing but her body’s
gag reflex takes over and Supergirl, for the second time that day, vomits
violently. It shoots in a greenish brown
arc from her raised face outward onto the floor two feet away.
“Whoa.
Didn’t expect that, blondie.” Kneeling behind her, Tony still holds the
retching teen’s head up, at arms length and leaning back away from her. A
second gagging hack from the teen brings forth a spew with less force this
time. The greenish puke floods out of her mouth, down her chin and neck and
into and all over her top, oozing over the bright red and yellow insignia.
“This is not
what we expect from our superheroes, my dear. Tsk, tsk.” Changing his plan on
the fly, Tony decides to use this incident to initiate a different round of
humiliation instead of the planned double rape. Still holding her chin up with
one hand, he uses the other to gather up a palmful of the spew with a swipe of
his hand against Supergirl’s chest. Slowly, he smears it against the girl’s
top, feeling the drooping tits hanging beneath the famous logo. Then he brings
his hand up and smears the vomit all over the limp girl’s face.
Though
barely conscious, Supergirl reacts violently to the smell and texture of her
own vomit pushed into her face. Her mouth opens in a loud hacking gurgle and
she pukes again, flooding out against the hand Tony holds out inches from her
face. The hand deflects the puke all over the front of Supergirl’s costume. Now
the celebrated emblem is completely obscured by Supergirl’s own puke. It gleams
greenish white in the lights. Tony lets the helpless blonde’s head drop to the
floor as she continues to heave weakly in absolute misery.
“GHAGKK....HWULLGHH....HHURRRLKK.”
Thick rivulets of greenish puke drain from the devastated teen’s mouth and
puddle against her slack cheek pressed against the cold stone floor.
“You know, I
was just starting to respect you, toots. But this...I don’t know. This isn’t
remotely like anything I’ve ever heard any superhero doing before. Never read a
news report anywhere: ‘Batman Tosses Cookies at Enemies and Faints’ or ‘Green
Lantern Goes Green and Ralphs in Failure at Crime Scene.’ Not even your cousin,
‘Superman: Up, Up and Aw...God, What a Mess!’ No, I’m afraid this is one for
the books, sugar pie. And we got it all on tape!”
“....uhhgghh.....”
Supergirl moans in abject disgust at her position. This...bastard...he’s
ruthless. I don’t have a chance.
Tony brings
the small rod up over the unwary blonde’s head for one more time. Just before
he swings it down, he says. “Stay put, dollface. I’ll be back.” And then the
stars explode in her vision and blackness surrounds her.
Back in the
control room, Carmine consults with Tony.
“Change of
plan, huh?”
“Had to,
really. You saw how it went down. I didn’t realize this stuff was so sickening
to her. Luthor didn’t exactly give me an instruction manual with his formula.
Took his money and ran. I think Superman was after him and he had to go into
hiding on short notice.”
“That
fuckin’ Lex Luthor,” Carmine grunts. “Criminal genius. Total asshole.”
“Hey, don’t
stress it Carmine. Anyway, this works for us. It’s got to knock the crap out of
her self-respect. I mean, jeezus, puking all over her shirt like that. Fouling
the very symbol of her pride, her power. If I didn’t have to clean it up so we
could fuck her, I’d keep her lying in her own waste for a few days just to take
her ego down a few pegs. But we got a schedule to keep, so I’ll have Stevie
clean her up...carefully. And we’ll have a go at her in few hours. Don’t worry,
you’ll get your knob waxed by the Maid of Steel. Enjoy the anticipation.” He
pats Carmine on the shoulder and goes over to his two henchman talking in the
corner of the control room, sipping on coffee and eating doughnuts.
“Hey boss,”
Randy nods. “We caught a lucky break. I was controlling the swivel mounted
camera and had it pointed right at the bitch just as she upchucked. Captured
both upchuck scenes, first in close-up on her face and the puke, and I zoomed
out just in time to get the whole mess streamin’ over her tits. Classic.”
“That’s
fantastic, Randy!” Bonano’s face lights up like a Christmas tree. He turns to
Stevie and says, “I know it’s a shit detail but you’re the one who’s got to
clean up all that.”
“Me? But...”
he stops and decides to bite his tongue. He was already in enough trouble.
“Okay, sure. No problem. But how? I mean, that slime is what’s keeping her
helpless, right? I don’t want to clean up so much that she gets strong again.
I’m guessin’ she’s got a temper.”
Bonano
bursts out laughing. A huge hearty laugh that infects the whole team. Everyone
begins to laugh. Even Carmine is laughing so hard he’s coughing like he’s going
to lose a lung.
“..guessin’
she’s got a temper,” Bonano is actually weeping tears he’s so exultant, not
just by the remark but by the overall success of his plan so far.
“I’m just
sayin’....” Stevie grins, enjoying his moment in the sun. He hadn’t seen the
boss laugh this hard in years.
Tony
embraces Stevie by his shoulders and pokes his finger in the young man’s chest.
“Stevie, I like the way you think. Not just the ‘temper’ thing, but looking out
for the angles regarding the cleanup job. We’ll go over the whole process and
make sure there are no surprises and nobody gets hurt. And, when things get
back on schedule with Supergirl’s training, I’m going to give you a ‘free dip
in the pool’ shall we say. Anyway you want her!”
Stevie’s
face goes almost slack at this. “No, no way. Really, Tony? No kidding?”
“You earned it.
You too, Randy. You boys handled her capture as well as I could have hoped. You
both earned your shots at the world’s prime piece of ass! Now let’s plan how to
handle Little Miss Toxic Waste in there.” Tony guides Stevie off to the side to
discuss details as Carmine nods his head thoughtfully. This Tony was a good
leader. Tough when he had to be while still inspiring loyalty. This guy
could be another John Gotti.
It’s 2 a.m.
and a wired Stevie Frazano kneels next to the inert form of the unconscious blonde
teenage girl pinned to the stone floor of this cold jail cell. The large puddle
of puke and deutronium-infused kryptonite has been completely cleaned up.
Supergirl has even been hosed down, her costume clean but soaked completely
through. Every curve and dimple of the beautiful teen’s remarkable body is
obviously accented by the tight clingy fabric. Beside the limp form is a small
open tub of the greenish-white sludge. With the turkey baster filled with
glowing kryptonite in one hand, he gingerly puts the tip into a clear lucite
dildo and squeezes out just enough to fill the sexual toy with three ounces of
the thick mixture. He puts down the baster then carefully screws in the stopper
in the end of the dildo and smiles as he holds the glowing item up and looks
down at the wheezing body beside him.
What a
body! I’m going to be fucking your incredible body real soon, Supergirl.
Shaking his
head to clear his thoughts and remain focused at the task at hand, Stevie picks
up the small steel discipline rod that Tony had used earlier and raises it over
Supergirl’s head. Then reaches over and lifts up Supergirl’s sopping wet
miniskirt and watches for any flinch or movement whatsoever. Tony’s
instructions were to clobber the cunt if she made any threatening moves, but
the only movement is the labored breathing of the helpless blonde lying on the
floor in steel bondage cuffs. Stevie notices her eyelids look a little greenish
in the light. Even her lips a little. Moving closer, he leans over the
prostrate form and pulls aside her left buttock. Not even a whimper as the
famous teen’s balloon knot is revealed.
I think I
may even just buttfuck you one day, Supergirl. Me, Stevie Frazano from
Bensonhurst, shoving it up your sweet little rear end while you rock back and
forth on your hands and knees and beg me to go deeper..
Carefully
now, the cautious young man palms the dildo and swipes his extended forefinger
into the tub of green gook and brings it slowly up to Supergirl’s anus. His
other arm is still raised over the teen’s head, trying to detect any motion.
Looking. Looking. Nothing.
His finger
rubs the slippery goo against Supergirl’s loveknot with a quick little rotation
and Stevie pulls his hand back immediately, arm poised.
“.....whhhsssss.....”
A breathy whisper of a wheeze but nothing more. Tony told him he had to make
sure Supergirl’s ass was well lubricated with the krypto-slime because he
thought she’d be damn tight down there. It would be difficult to get this dildo
up her rear. Stevie might have to use a lot of force. The fact is Tony didn’t
know. “Just be ready with the discipline stick and she won’t be able to hurt
you.”
Reaching
over with his finger he swabs Supergirl’s butthole more thoroughly now, rubbing
it firmly all around the area and poking his fingertip into her ass and wiping
it around in a circular motion. Boy, she is tight! Incredibly, though,
the girl simply continues to wheeze in a stunned stupor.
Reaching
into the bucket to take a larger, thicker dollop of slime onto his finger, Stevie
repeats the application, Smearing it generously all around between her cheeks.
He slowly works his finger into Supergirl’s rear end. It’s like trying to put
on a pinkie ring or something that’s way to tight. He forces it forward an inch
at a time but it’s tough going. He’s not sure he’s gonna be able to get this
dildo up this bitch’s butt at all, it being so damn tight. He swabs his finger
around trying to lubricate at least as far as he’s gotten.
Supergirl’s
eyelids begin to flutter, but after all she’s been subjected to, she’s still a
long way from being conscious. Her brain records an uneasiness but little more.
Stevie
doesn’t see the eyes move but he’s pleased to have now finally inched his
finger past the second knuckle into Supergirl’s ass. He gives it a good
roundhouse swipe and then slowly pulls it out with the softest pop of
involuntary Kryptonian muscle.
“Man, this
ain’t gonna be easy,” he whispers. Still cautious but with confidence now,
Stevie rubs the smooth rounded tip of the glowing lucite dildo all around in
the tub of glowing goop, then moves the dripping device over to Supergirl’s
tush. He puts down the rod and pulls apart the smooth rounded ass cheeks of
what was once the most powerful female on the planet. With a ‘Here goes
nothing’ shrug of his shoulders Stevie pushes the smoothed tipped dildo hard
against Supergirl’s anus. It goes a mere inch and a half and stops dead.
“Oh boy,”
the nervous man says. “This may be trouble.”
“....uhhhnnn......”
Supergirl groans as she slowly makes her way toward consciousness.
Stevie’s
eyes go wide with near panic. The bitch was wakin’ up.
“Come on,
you mutherfucker. Get in there!” Stevie lowers his body, puts his palm against
the end of the dildo and drives his hand forward with a harsh grunt, pushing with
all his might.
The 8"
lucite tube jumps forward another four inches up the teenager’s anal cavity and
Stevie is rewarded with a harsh grunt in response from the body stretched out
before him.
“GHHUUNFFF!”
“Yes! Almost
there,” he proclaims in triumph.
“...ooohhhhh....”
The groan tells Stevie he’s out of time. Climbing quickly on top of the
prostrate blonde, he forces his full weight against her, grabs her breast with
one hand, reaches down to the dildo and pushes it with a rotating circular
motion to make the most of the lubrication, then drives it the full remaining
length deeply into Supergirl’s ass.
“WHUGGH!”
Supergirl’s entire body jerks as her ass receives this irresistible attack.
\ “How’s that feel,
SuperAss?”
“....nughh......oooohhhh.......”
The blonde teenage champion groans aloud as she comes to full awareness. What
had just happened? Where was...oh no....Bonano! But that wasn’t his
voice. There was a heavy unknown person on top of her. He was squeezing her breast!
And there was something else..a pressure inside her.. It almost felt
like....she had to go to the bath....YEEOW!”
The sudden
searing agony in her rear is like nothing she’s ever been subjected to her
entire life.
“AIEEYYAAHH....OWWW....RAO....MAKE
IT STOP.....PLEASE....STOP...” Supergirl cries and pleads in tortured agony. They’re
killing me. This is it. It’s all over!
The Maid of
Steel breaks out in a full sweat all over her body as she thrashes helplessly
within the manacles. Stevie can barely hold on as she spasms like an epileptic
in full Grand Mal seizure. She bucks and flails but he holds on like he’s
riding a bucking bull machine.
The speaker
blares to life. Tony at the microphone shouting at Stevie.
“Club her,
Steve! Knock her out with the rod! NOW. We overdosed her. HURRY!”
The bucking
teen, undergoing the worst torment of her career, twists her body wildly under
Steve as his head rocks back and forth like a bobblehead toy. He’s suddenly
thrown to the side from a unexpected twist in the opposite direction. Landing
face down, he’s on the opposite side of the jerking, flailing teen from the
steel rod he needs so desperately. Her fingers are inches from his face but
she’s too tormented to notice she could probably poke his eyes out with a flick
of her fingernail.
He rolls
away in panic, leaps up and over the gyrating body and lands on the other side
of her. Snatching up the rod, he swings it like a tennis backhand and connects
low and hard at the base of Supergirl’s skull. Not enough follow-through. It
probably saves the young superheroine’s life.
She goes
slack in an instant. And a large bubble of spit breaks on her lips as saliva
oozes into a puddle under her lip. She’s out cold.
The door
opens and Tony strides in with a determined rush toward the shocked and
frightened Stevie.
“Tony, it
was her...I didn’t...you didn’t tell me....I tried to...”
“Stefano,”
Tony puts his palm up to silence the trembling man. “I know. Don’t worry, it’s
not your fault. We don’t know enough about this stuff we got from Luthor.”
The relief
on Stevie’s face is palpable. He shakes his head, a nervous chatter breaks out
of him, “Wh...whuh...what a ride....Oh good lord....I ain’t never been so happy
and so scared in such a short period of time. First I did it, you know, nailed
it all the way up her asshole just like you wanted. But then she starts
screamin’ and like goin’ apeshit. I didn’t know....I’m sorry Tony.”
Tony motions
to Randy and Carmine who walk into the large cell together to look the scene
over for themselves. Tony pats Stevie’s shoulder. “Randolpho, take Stevie out
to the bar and get him a drink. He needs a double or two.”
“Tony, it’s
quarter to three in the morning.”
“What? Is it
really? Right. Okay, fine. I got a bottle of Jack Daniels and a couple of
glasses in the bottom draw of the red file cabinet in the storeroom. Here’s the
key, Randy. Sorry there’s no ice, Stevie.”
“Ice? Oh hell, don’t worry about it Tony. And
thanks.” The two walk away buzzing with nervous energy. Stevie babbling away
and Randy nodding, repeating, “I know. I saw. I know.”
Carmine
stands over the prone blonde shaking his head. “Were you watching the monitor?
Did you see how close this cunt’s hand came to that boy’s eyes?”
“Yeah.”
“She’s a
piece of work. We really gonna be able to handle her like you think, Ton?”
“It’s a hell
of a fuckin’ learning curve, I’ll give you that. But the payoff, Carmine. The
payoff is limitless.”
“What if we
just ice her. Right here. Right now. We can still go on with our plan. Split
the turf. Without her around, we’ll be in clover. The risk is pretty high here,
Tony.” Carmine is looking down at the blonde with a grimace. “Pretty damn
high.”
“Look, right
now, I’ve got to handle this dildo problem. There’s too much of that junk in
there. I’m going to cut it in half.”
“How do you
know if that’s going to be enough to hold her. This don’t seem like an exact
science here, Ton. I’m frankly worried here.”
“I know,
Carmine. Look, refill that gun we used up on the street. Make sure it’s got the
deutronium and kryptonite in there. The combination works ten times faster on
her. You cover her while I drain out some of this glop from the dildo. She
comes to or starts any shit, any shit at all, Carmine, and you douse her good.
We’ll check out how she reacts to a half dose and take it from there. Sound
alright?”
“So you’re
sure you don’t want to kill her right now?” Carmine gives Tony a cool look, the
meaning of which is clear. If something went wrong, ‘it was all Tony Bonano’s
idea.’ But the payoff is so huge.
“We can do
this, Carmine. Look, you still got a rim job comin’ from this obnoxious slut.
I’m telling you, let me worry about the details. You just stay ready with that
gun.”
“Okay Tony,
we’ll play it out your way. Why should you be the only one to get his whick
wet?”
Tony smiles.
Carmine did have a set of balls after all. And, if Tony had anything to say
about it, Supergirl was going to get the product of Carmine’s nuts spewed all
over her pretty face.
In the end,
it worked out beautifully. The fucking blonde cunt stayed out cold throughout
the whole operation. Carmine had the special gun trained on her and even Stevie
and Randy were standing nearby, each with a small bucket of glowing green slime
ready to sling all over the troublesome bitch’s head and body.
None of it
was necessary. Tony removed the dildo, poured out half into Stevie’s bucket
with a sly wink, and then shoved the turkey baster into Supergirl’s butt and
greased her good. After that, Tony put the tip of the dildo as far as he could into
the girl’s loveknot and rammed it home with a rubber mallet. It only took two
wallops. And not even a grunt to be heard. Fact was, Tony was worried that
Stevie’s backhand might have done permanent damage to the dumb blonde floozy.
Couldn’t tell until she woke up. And who knew when that would be?
One final
test that Tony thought of, before they all went to lie down for a few hours,
was the anal retraction test. He wanted to be sure he hadn’t overlubed the
girl’s butt, so he tried to pull the dildo out after it had been deep inside
her for five minutes. He gripped the end and tried to pull the dildo out, but
to his delight, the blonde’s sphincter wouldn’t release it. Not with even a
good hard tug. He was pretty sure the dose would be okay, too. He’d gone easy
on the mix, only a few drops of deutronium, mostly krypto-slime.
With the
whole procedure done, Tony leaned over and pulled up Supergirl’s sopping wet
panties, arranging them neatly over her soft, amply curved rear end. All the
better to help keep the deadly dildo in place. Patting the oblivious teenager’s
rear end and rubbing her buttocks with both hands, Tony smooths out the last
wrinkles from the famous heroine’s bright red underpants. Then he stood up with
a yawn and a satisfied smile.
“Randy,” he
said, “tie in the motion sensors in Supergirl’s jail cell here to the central
alarm system like I showed you. If she moves out of the tolerance range I set,
we’ll know about it. But I don’t expect any trouble. I think the all-powerful
cunt of steel here will be too tired, helpless and weak with a butt-full of
kryptonite to pose any problems. Right now, I want everyone to get a few hours
shuteye. You know where your sleeping quarters are. Christ it’s 5:15. We’ve
been playing with our young toy here for about twelve hours. I want everyone to
be sharp. We’re up at 10:30 a.m., gentlemen. See you all in about five hours.
Good work today...er...yesterday, I guess..”
End of Part
4
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