Supergirl
Captured by the Mob
Part 8 - All Kinds of
Trouble with That Crack
By Dr. Dominator
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 is 8
o’clock at night and the vanquished blonde teenager heroine strapped onto the
bondage table in the jail cell within the basement of Tony Bonano’s
headquarters continues her troubled sleep cycle. Moaning and murmuring in
frightened yips and gasps, the once mighty Supergirl is, no doubt, reliving the
horror of the last 24 hours in her nightmares. If she hadn’t been strapped
down, the anxious bedeviled teen might have even rolled off the table during
her frightening dreams.
Watching the
monitors in the control room next door, Carmine Vega, Tony Bonano and his two
associates, Stevie and Randy, are planning the next several training sessions.
The overall program is designed to use crack cocaine to turn the beautiful and
celebrated Girl of Steel into a horny, weak-willed, subservient crack whore
willing to do any act, no matter how perverse – just for the promise of another
hit of crack.
By the look
of the blonde’s drawn and haggard expression on the monitors before them, the
girl is definitely on her way. Tony believes it probably would pay better for
the little tart to actually still look beautiful to the johns she’d be doing,
but he wasn’t sure that was going to happen. She would probably look decent
enough. That would serve. And, of course, the costume was crucial. Everybody
got off on the costume.
“Well,
naturally, the crack is a definite for this next round,” Tony states. “We’ll
shoot her up with the good stuff again, but we’re not going to go all hearts
and flowers like the last time out. We’re not talking love-making at this
stage, we’re talking grunting quick orgasms under the influence. Multiple orgasms
when we can using vibrators to get it done real fast. Connect the drug with the
sexual thrill. Tie ‘em tight together in her mind and her body. Chain her need
for one directly with the other. It’ll take a little doing with this cunt.
She’s got a will of iron, even if we have been able to cut her down to size
over the last day. But its critical that we can’t let her build up any
emotional or physical reserves.
“Doesn’t the
kryptonite prevent that?” Randy asks.
“For the
most part, it does. Still, I’ve seen this alien bitch get it together real fast
over the last 24 hours when I thought she was down for the count. It’s fuckin’
spooky how determined this cunt can be. Now we’re gonna concentrate on breaking
down that psychological foundation of hers, every day in some way or other. And
that’s already started. The point is, we all still got to be on our guard
whenever we go into that room. Okay?”
Everybody
nods in agreement, and then Carmine asks, “How long you gonna let her nap in
there if you don’t want her reserves building up?”
“Well, it
looks like that’s not the most restful sleep she’s ever had. Plus the
kryptonite in the dildo is still doing its job, so I don’t think there’s much
to worry about right now. Fact is, I’m liking the fact that little miss
sunshine in there is getting a little green around the gills, so to speak. The
kryptonite is slowly poisoning her system and it shows in the tint of her
eyelids, the greenish tinge to her lips and in her fingernails, too, I noticed.
Naturally we don’t want to overdose our young protoge. That works against our
entire plan, but it certainly is hard to know just the proper amount and blend
of krypto-slime and deutronium to use in that custom-built double-length
buttplug of hers. We’ll have to keep a close eye on that. But, to answer your
specific question, Carmine, I’ll bring her around in a couple of minutes and
we’ll start her next training session. It’ll be very short but effective.” Tony
pauses for a minute and takes a sip of coffee he was holding. Everyone had
taken a couple of hours off after the last session, so the group was pretty
well rested.
“Now
Stevie,” Tony looks at the amiable young hood. “I want you to handle the crack
dosing, including the precise amounts, the different ways we can get it into
her system voluntarily and involuntarily. Rocks, serum, different crack pipes
and shit like that which we talked about. Use what you think will work best. We
also need to keep exact records of the schedule and dosages. Randy, that’s your
gig. Both you guys know more than I do about this shit. That’s why you two are
on the team; in addition to your good looks, boyish charms, and, of course,
Randy’s gentle, persuasive way with assertive women in capes.”
The pale,
brutish hoodlum grins sheepishly.
“Alright
Stevie,” Tony says, “get the first injectable dose we talked about ready. How
long you think it’ll take for bubble butt in there to feel it?
“Well, last
time was about 45 seconds or so, Tony, which is, like, fucking unheard of. With
a normal girl of her age, it usually only take about 8 to 12 seconds at the
most. But this one’s a bull. It’s hard to say.”
“I don’t
think our young friend is feeling nearly as bullish after what we’ve put her
through, Stevie,” Tony considers. I’m thinking ten to twelve seconds sounds
about right for our guest to hit the heights How long will it last?”
“Again, last
time we had her going for about 15 minutes. That’s the normal timing.”
“Great.
Let’s see, the sex toys are all in the various drawers of the table she’s
strapped in, so we’re set there. Carmine, you’ll come in with me.” Tony pulls
his fellow Don off to the side for a moment while Stevie and Randy go into the
storeroom to get the crack from the safe. Tony had given Stevie the combination
and he felt proud that Tony trusted him that much.
“Carm,
follow my lead in there and don’t be gentle with her,” Tony then comes up with
a slow smile, “I really loved how you humiliated Supergirl with your dick in
her face at the end of the last session. Not to mention the look of shock and
disappointment on the slut’s face when you wouldn’t let her swallow your whole
load. That was priceless. You see the replay on that?”
“Only six
times.” Carmine grins as Tony chuckles. “And you, Tony...well, when you punched
out Supergirl’s lights, using that overconfident cunt like a body bag, and then
forced that two-bit little do-gooder to crawl over and climb up onto that table
on command, I was high fivin’ with your two guys like crazy. You really taught
her who was the boss!”
“Some
fucking mouth on her though, huh?” Tony asks.
“Fuckin’
amazing, Ton. Under that stuff you gave her, it was like nothin’ I ever had
before. Even from some pros. Course, the fact it was, you know, ‘the Famous
Maid of Steel’ was part of it, I know. But still, she’s got some real talent
there. That bitch will bring in a lot of dough when word gets around the street
that Tony Bonano’s got Supergirl tucked away in a private whorehouse giving out
amazing blowjobs!”
“Wait
til you stick it in her pussy, Carmine. She’s got game down there like you
wouldn’t believe. Fuckin’ slice of heaven. Took all I had to pull out on the
sorry twat. But that hurt and stunned look of desertion when I sprayed my cum
all over the front of her skirt and underpants, that was priceless. You and I,
we brought that pretentious, oversexed bitch down hard!”
“Everything
seems to be going too good here, Tony. It’s got me worried.”
“Carmine, I
know how you feel. But we’re being very careful here, right? You’ve got a good
look at how I operate by now. You know I’m careful. I think things
through...well, most of the time. That strangulation thing got a little close,
but it worked out great in the long run. It’ll be okay, Carmine. Really. We’re
going to be millionaires. Think about that. And about all the different ways
you’ll be getting into blondie’s pussy in there over the next year. That’ll
take your mind off your worries.”
“True
enough, partner,” Carmine replies. “True enough. Now let’s go get Supergirl
hooked on crack.”
All of
Supergirl’s arms and legs are held by giant jungle vines. She is stretched out
in every direction possible while small, smooth tendrils of some hideous plant
monster explore her body inch by inch. One tendril is forced deep in her ass
and another is about to slide down her throat when yet another tendril rises up
and slaps her rear end. She yelps but the tendril comes down with another
painful slap.
“...up,
Supergirl. Wake up and join us,” Tony Bonano says. He gives her a third stiff
whack on her butt.
“OW” she
blurts through gummy, rubbery lips.
“I think
that one finally did it,” Carmine says, as the shapely blonde strapped down to
the table beside him groggily lifts her head and blinks at him with a dumb look
of simple annoyance. Who was this guy?
“...whhuut...”
“Rise and
shine, sugarplum,” a voice says brightly behind her. “ It’s time for your
special twilight training session.” Slowly, the dazed blonde turns her head and
sees Tony Bonano standing over her.
“...buh...nan...oh...”
she mumbles.
“Mr. Bonano,
my dear. Remember?”
“...y..yes...sir...”
the wakening girl recalls, coming to her full senses slowly. She turns her head
to look again at the man standing on the other side of her, between her and the
wall.
“...vay....uh...Mr.
Vega...”
“Wow. What a
polite little whore you got here, Tony.” Vega reaches down and squeezes the
flinching Supergirl’s cheek like some old proud grandmother from a childhood
she never had. “And cute as a button, too.”
“I’m not a
whore,” replies the blonde teen without hesitation, coming out of her stupor
fully and assessing her situation. Dildo still there. No powers. No way out.
A deep frown crosses the tired girl’s face which Carmine picks up on. He
presses his advantage.
“You are
every inch the whore in my book, girlie girl. Anybody who sucks me off like you
did, honey, is certainly a qualified professional hooker in my eyes. As a
matter of fact, I do believe I felt a little trail of cum on your cheek here,
Supergirl, when I squeezed it just now.” The girl lowers her head and takes a
deep breath to calm herself down. “And look,” Carmine continues his
psychological assault, “there’s some more dried out cum that dribbled down your
chin there after I came in your mouth. Just another aspect of being a pro in
the cocksucking game, right sugar?” He scrapes the crusty residue off with his
fingernail, then squats down so he’d directly in her face. “What, you don’t
remember swallowing my spunk, Supergirl. You should, ‘cause your breath stinks
of it and your hair is splattered with it.” Standing up, he winks at Tony. It
isn’t seen by the girl staring straight
ahead, marshaling her resolve, holding on to her courage.
“You drugged
me,” she says matter-of-factly.
“Maybe,”
says Tony above her, “but you sure took to sex like a bee to honey. I was
trying to keep it slow and romantic, but you couldn’t wait, Superslut. Had to
kiss me full on the mouth and grab my cock like some cheap barroom floozy.”
Supergirl
continues her resolute stare, her lips compressed into thin pale pink bands as
she tries to shake off the memory that Tony’s dragging out of her subconscious.
“..it was
all the drugs...ton...uh...Mr. Bonano. I...I...assure you.”
“Great. Then
let’s get back to the drugs, by all means.”
“What?”
Supergirl turns her head towards Tony just as his arm shoots out and his palm
seizes the side of her head. “Wait....don’t...”
He presses
her head firmly against the tablepad. “Carmine, will you keep our blonde
friend’s head steady for a moment.
“Glad to.”
Firm hands circle Supergirl’s head and press her cheek even harder against the
tablepad. The pressure of Carmine putting his full body weight into his arms
keeps the wide-eyed blonde’s head from moving an inch.
“Don’t...Tony...sir...Mr.
Bonano...you don’t have to do this...I’ll...I’ll have sex with you...”
“And
everyone else, too, I’m afraid, Superslut.” Flicking the syringe he’s holding
now with his thumbnail, Tony smiles in a very unpleasant way. “Because we’re
doing things my way, blondie. And my way includes crack.” There is a pinching
sensation in her neck and Supergirl grimaces in anger.
These bastards are
drugging me again, dammit! If I had my powers for just one minute I’d......
“AYEE....WHOOAAA....wh...wh...what...a....a....feeling.....”
Supergirl blurts out in shocked delight. The intense high that this pure crack
creates sends Supergirl into a whirl of cloudy bliss she cannot begin to
resist. The harsh hands pressing her head down disappear and the blue and red
clad teenage heroine lies on the table in a slack stupor of total joy.
“Nine
seconds,” says Tony with a smirk. “Let’s bring out the toys.”
“.....mmmmnnn....”
the contented champion moans softly, happily unaware of the devices being
readied for her training. Tony straps a small electric massage motor on the
back of his hand and flicks it on. A low buzzing hum erupts from the device and
Tony holds his middle finger out to see it vibrating in a blur of flesh.
“Oh, you’re
going to enjoy me giving you this finger, Supersnatch.”
“....aaahhh....whaa....”
Carmine
picks up a purple candy dildo wrapped in plastic that’s six inches long and
three inches wide. He tears away the crinkly wrapping, licks his finger, swipes
the shaft with it and tastes the flavor. “Grape,” he says with a grin.
“Okay,
honeydew,” says Tony with glee, “it’s time to pull down your panties for some
crack super sex!”
“...oh....really....”
sighs the uncomprehending superheroine. She feels her underpants being pulled
slowly off her rear end, the cool air surrounding her buttocks gives her a
wiggle of pleasure. The panties are pulled down to the backs of her thighs. And
then a hand is at her crotch cupping her sex. It’s pulsing and shaking against
her, the warmth of the palm holding her firmly, the fingertips tickling her
bush with inhuman speed.
“OHH....AAAH....Whoaaa...”
Tony feels the girl’s pussy moisten almost instantaneously. She writhes in his
grasp with repeated moans of excitement. Strapped down and unable to reach out
or participate actively, the gasping girl arches her neck, her eyes clamped
shut and stutters...”...slow...slow down....tuh...too...intense....”
“Try this
dick, Superslut,” says Carmine. “You’re going to love it.” He rubs the tip of
the candy dildo around the lips of the panting teen’s open mouth. Immediately,
the eager tongue swipes all over and around her pink lips leaving them with a
glossy sheen.
“....mmmmm....”
she purrs.
Carmine puts
the tip of the candy dildo against the blonde’s slightly open mouth and holds
it lightly against her lower lip. Without hesitation, the aroused teen slides
her tongue out, licks the underside of the candy tip and then flutters her
tongue rapidly against the tasty treat. Carmine pushes the dildo forward and
the quivering teen takes the whole tip eagerly into her mouth, sucking on it
with delight and moaning with pleasure.
“AWMMM.....OOMMM.”
Supergirl thrills both to the sweet taste and generous width of the dildo.
Carmine pushes it in further so it fills her mouth. The once innocent Maid of
Steel rocks her head back and forth with mewling grunts of pleasure as she
savors the flavor and sensation of the candy cock as it passes across her lips
and tongue. “mmmhhh..mmmhhh”
And then
Tony puts his middle finger against her clitoris and Supergirl jerks with joy.
In seconds the pulsing, humming, twitching finger is flushed with the teenage
heroine’s musky juices and the air is filled with the perfume of her desire.
“The crack
is accentuating the sensitivity of your body, Supergirl. I hope you appreciate
what I’m doing for you here.”
“..yheth....yhethh
..ah...dooo.....” replies the world-renowned female hero with the candy cock in
her mouth. And then the planet’s shining example of purity, truth and justice
slowly and deliberately grinds her pelvis around Tony’s buzzing finger – first
in a small circle to the left and then to the right. There’s no mistaking this
shockingly vulgar act from the gorgeous writhing blonde on the table. She is
wantonly demonstrating just how much she appreciates Tony’s efforts. Even more
so as he slides his palm over her rear and massages her ass with firm round
circular strokes. She moans in delight at every cycle of his warm palm. This
man knows what I want before I do, thinks the crack-addled heroine. And
then a second finger slips into her vagina and begins to circle there in
dizzying spirals, even as the other humming digit remains unerringly yet
lightly pressed against her clitoris.
“...oowlmmm......oowlmmm......oowlmMM......OOWLMMM...”
the frenzy builds quickly as the helpless teen is relentlessly stimulated at
both ends by the two determined Dons. Carmine tightly holds the squirming young
woman’s hair and looks searchingly into Supergirl’s famous blue eyes. There he
is thrilled to see that, from under listless green-tinted eyelids, the irises that
once radiated love, honor and unending inner strength are currently little more
than dull, flat windows into a surprisingly boorish stupidity.
“Isn’t this
just the best tasting cock ever, Supergirl?” Inundated with crack-induced,
irresistible erotic needs, the one-time champion of the people is, at this
moment, nothing more than a gullible, doped up teenage girl whose only concern
is how much pleasure she can channel from the attentions of her two male
friends.
“Ghhuddd,”
she replies. The sweet fat dildo fills her mouth and withdraws, fills and
withdraws, its syrupy slickness staining Supergirl’s lips a deep purple. Thin
lines of purple drool flow out of the oblivious girl’s mouth from both corners,
dripping down her face and sliding in twisting streams along her neck in
rivulets of purple passion. Supergirl’s body jerks and trembles continuously on
the table. Her full, rounded breasts hanging beneath her shake and wobble
heavily within her skintight top, the protruding nipples prominently displaying
her arousal for the cameras.
With Tony’s
fingers vibrating continuously against her clitoris and with her vagina, the
mighty Maid of Steel is helpless to resist the overwhelming surge of sensations
flooding her brain anymore. With a keening shriek of delight, masked by the
candy dildo filling her mouth, the blonde shuts her eyes and succumbs body and
soul to the orgasmic tsunami that sweeps through her being.
“EEEEEMMPHHH....EEEEEMMPHHH...”
Tony feels the flood of juices gush against his hand and slide all over the
tablepads. Carmine pulls the slippery candy dong out of Supergirl’s purple
stained mouth and drops it on the floor, but continues to hold her head up by
the hair. The panting teen moans and gasps with rippling waves of pleasure.
“...OHHH...AAHHHHH.....ohhhh....myyyy.....myyyy....godddd...”
Still with his hand cupping her crotch and his two fingers humming in her
snatch, Tony watches Supergirl freeze in place, trying desperately to find a
hint of control. But she can’t.
“..doh...don’t....whhayttt....stuuppp...stop...stah....STAHH...AAAIEEEYAAHHHH.”
The overwhelmed blonde in the tight blue and red costume shakes and wobbles
uncontrollably as she climaxes for a second time in the hands of the Mafia
kingpins. Tony pulls both fingers out of Supergirl’s snatch and smiles at his
partner with a nod. Carmine then reaches his hand down to the sticky collar of
Supergirl’s blouse and slides it underneath, moving it forward until his palm
slides over the curve of her rapidly rising and falling breast. He squeezes it
firmly.
“....uhhhh.....huhh...oohhh....”
Coming down from the heights, Supergirl languishes in the afterglow of her
climax. She felt like a melted pad of butter in the frypan of life. Carmine
squeezes her tit harder and draws a gasp from the breathy blonde.
“....aahh...oww....”
Carmine grips her hair and squeezes he tit harshly again. “OWW”
“Now listen
up, juicy,” Tony is declaring loudly behind her. “All that pleasure only comes
with crack from now on. Understand? Crack and cum. Cum and crack. They’re a
team. No crack, no cum. And vice versa. Okay, let’s go, Carmine. This slut has
had enough fun for now.” Tony puts the massage motor back in the drawer.
Carmine pulls his hand out from under Supergirl’s blouse and wipes the sticky
purple candy slobber on the back of his hand in Supergirl’s hair. The stunned
teen watches in bewildered confusion as the two men turn to leave. Then Tony
pauses and says, “Oh, and I’m leaving your panties pulled down, whore, so I can
have you nice and easy whenever I please.” Without another word, Tony and
Carmine leave the jail cell and Supergirl lays her head on the tablepad with a
heavy sigh. Still heady from her two orgasms and feeling only a little pain in
the tit that Vega had mauled, the blonde heroine shivers with one last
aftershock as she lets herself drift in an pool of unrestrained pleasure.
An hour
later, the nodding blonde picks her head up from her drowsy lethargy. She
hadn’t actually slept but her awareness had drifted in and out. Earlier,
Supergirl had heard voices in the next room but, without her super hearing, she
could not make out what was being said. She strained to pick up any bits of
valuable information but all she heard was a low murmur. And then a TV must
have been turned on because there were frequent shouts of “Look at her go” and
“What a slut!” There were also many raucous cheers and sinister laughter. She
wasn’t positive, but it certainly sounded like some kind of porn movie was
playing. Some grunting, unfortunate female in the film was moaning very loudly,
probably experiencing a series of orgasms. Filthy cretins and their smarmy
porn!
Supergirl
sighs heavily. The kryptonite-laced sex toy these bastards had forced into her
anus was keeping her miserably weak. She also felt extremely slow-witted, with
all her thoughts cluttered and imprecise. She couldn’t concentrate on anything
for more than a few moments at a time. She starts wondering if they were going
to give her another dose of crack. I certainly hope so...uh...hope not.
Stopping her thoughts abruptly, Supergirl backtracks. Her mind had mistakenly
jumped at the possibility she’d be getting more crack and was momentarily eager
for it. Was that possible, she wonders. That can’t be a good. sign. She takes
several deep breaths. Settle down, girl. Stay strong.
Looking down
at her shaking hands, the anxious blonde then notices with great alarm that her
fingernails have a definite greenish tint to them. Oh no! Kryptonite
poisoning. I’ve got to get these men to take this damn dildo out of me!
It could eventually kill me if they don’t know what they’re doing! Even
now it’s playing hell with my insides. The blonde teen groans in
discomfort. She desperately needs to use the bathroom in every way possible.
Her insides felt like a churning storm that was threatening to break into a
tropical deluge any moment. Her ass, as if to acknowledge the inner turmoil,
helplessly releases a blustery, whistling fart past the firmly set dildo.
“Oh dear,
that smells horrible!” Supergirl actually gasps. “Ohhh...sweet Nightbells of
Krypton, did that actually come out of me?! I’ve got to get to a toilet. SIR!
Mr. Bonano!” the distraught blonde calls out loudly to get the attention of the
porn-watching lowlifes in the next room. “Can someone come in here, PLEASE?”
“Ah, the
call of duty,” Tony says in the next room. “Our young houseguest sounds like
she’s ready for her next dose of crack. What have you got for her this time,
Stevie?”
The young
hoodlum hands Tony a small white capsule that’s 2" long and an eighth of
an inch wide. “This capsule is filled with my own specially treated crack from
your supply, Tony. It has a lower ignition point so it will go up easily in a
thick puff of smoke when lit. Make sure it’s right under her face. She won’t be
able to avoid it or its effects. Obviously, you should keep out of its way
until it dissipates. In less than ten seconds after inhaling it, however, the
proud and noble Supergirl will turn into that stupid, cock-loving slut we’re
all getting to know.”
“Thanks,
Stevie. That’s great. I’m thinking this should be a quick session again. I’m
putting a couple of my most efficient battery run remote dildoes to work on our
lovely young heroine’s libido. Be ready with the swivel cameras, boys.” Tony
heads for the door, singing as he walks. “She’ll be cummin’ round the mountain
when she comes. She’ll be cummin’ round the mountain when she..” Tony pushes
open the door to the jail cell, ready to introduce a new level of hell into
Supergirl’s life. She gets the first shot in however. Tony shuts up and stops
dead in his tracks.
“Whoaa...What
the FUCK did you do in here, you stinking skank? Good lord it smells like a the
worst fucking shithouse in the worst cholora ward in Calcutta!” Tony retreats
back to the door of the control room, calling to Randy while trying to hold his
breath. “Randy, turn on the fan in the jail cell on full blast, then follow me
in and bring the super K shooter with you.” Standing in the frame of the open
jail cell door, Tony shakes his head and blows out his breath with a hugh sigh.
“Jeezuz, yet another new super power from the mighty Toxic Waste Waif”
The rumble
and whine of a high-powered fan starts up and, after a minute, the smell has
dissipated significantly. Tony walks over to the blonde teenager strapped onto
the domination table. He carefully checks the straps as he circles the table,
talking all the while. Her anxious, darting eyes follow his progress with a perceptible
groggy bobbing motion of her head.
“That’s
quite an ability you’ve got there, Fartgirl. You unleash that power and you can
clear any room of evil doers in 15 seconds flat.”
“Mr. Bonano,
I need to use the bathroom, badly.”
“NO. You
think so?”
“The kryptonite...thing...
in my...my..ahh...rear, it’s damaging me internally. I can feel it. You’ve got
to remove it.. I have to use the bathroom right now.”
“Or what,
you’ll shit yourself, Supergirl?” Tony leans back against the table and looks
down at the pale, squirming teen lying prone beneath him. She’s not going
anywhere without his say so. And he’s going to draw this torment out a bit.
It’s yet another surprise opportunity to blast a hole in the faltering
foundation of Supergirl’s self esteem.
“Is that
what you’re going to do, hero? You already pissed yourself, girlie. Now, what,
if I don’t let you go make poopy, are you’re going to drop a fat load in those
fancy costume panties of yours?”
“....i...i...no..that’s..not
what I...i..mean....i...won’t...”
“Gosh, I’m
not so sure, Supergirl, that you won’t, you know, crap yourself. You look pale
and a little green if you ask me. Let’s just see how things are going back
here.” Tony walks behind the restrained blonde who rests her chin on the
tablepad and moans with discomfort from the churning stomach and harsh pelvic
spasms. The mafia don squats down to look directly at her ass crack. With her
panties already pulled down from the previous session, it’s a simple matter for
Tony to reach up with both hands and pull the weakend Supergirl’s round,
well-muscled butt cheeks apart. There was a time you wouldn’t have been able to
pull these beautiful soft mounds apart with even the Jaws of Life used to
extract car wreck survivors. But that was two days ago. Now Tony Bonano can
expose the proud superheroine’s asshole without a second thought.
“Hmmm.
That’s interesting. Did you know that your balloon knot was bright green,
Supergirl?”
“Oh no!” The
girl’s lower lip quivers at the news. This is a disaster. She has to get this
horrible tool removed as soon as possible.
“Oh yes. It
is. In fact, the whole inside area from here to here” Tony indicates the two
points with a steely poke of his finger, “between your cute little buttocks is
now colored a cool, smooth green. It looks just like the front door to
Shaunessy’s Pub on Saint Patty’s day! How does this feel, champ?” He drags his
fingernail in a quick hard slash right between Supergirl’s cheeks where her
skin is completely green. It slices the skin like a paper cut. A small line of
blood seeps up into the wound from the layer of skin below.
“YEAAGGHH....OWW.....ohhh...please...don’t...don’t
do that again...!..” Supergirl pants hard as she looks straight ahead, trying
to stare into the future
“Just as I
thought, gorgeous, you’re skin down here between your ass cheeks where it’s a
solid green is now weaker than even a normal human’s flesh. That’s gotta suck,
huh? And what happens when I do this?” Tony lines up the end of the dildo with
the palm of his hand and gives it a hard little whack.
“HAAUGNH.....Don’t...don’t...do...
that...” Supergirl clamps her jaw and spits the words with anger. Tony ignores
her. He grips the end of the dildo in his fingers and swivels the long tube in
a small circular motion.
“AAHGHHHH...WHUGGHH....AAAH....”
The toes of Supergirl’s boots thump and knock against the sides of the bondage
table as her neck arches and her eyes well up with tears. Randy walks up to the
table while the screaming girl helplessly flails in the leather straps. Randy
is holding the kryptonite slime gun firmly against his chest, the muzzle
pointed in a upward slant in the ready position. He looks down at the girl’s
sweaty blonde bangs as they slap wetly back and forth against her forehead. This
fucking bitch is toast. Tony’s got her beat down but good.
“OH..OH...Ohhhhh...don’t...uuuhhhnnn...you’re
making it...so much worse...I have to get to a toilet....please....mr.
bonano...please...don’t want....to...soil...myself....”
The churning
motion that Tony did with the dildo has set irrevocable sensations in motion
within the grim, helpless teen’s bowels. She knows for sure that if she doesn’t
get to a bathroom in the next couple of minutes, she will blow whatever’s
inside her intestines all over herself and this table. A loud gurgling sound
emanates from the female hero’s stomach and, trying to keep control, Supergirl
bites her lip hard, drawing blood. She breaks out in a fresh round of sweat all
over her body now. Her armpits, crotch and her blouse beneath her breasts are
all circled with damp, dark rings of the salty moisture. Even her face, legs
and exposed ass shine in the light with a sheen of her heavy persperation..
Another
horrific fart wheezes out of Supergirl’s tush and this finally convinces Tony
that he really doesn’t want the Maid of Steel to shit herself. As much as the
humiliation would be a major leverage point in his domination strategy, the
fact was, it was just too gross to think about.
“Okay,
Randy, keep her covered with the slime gun there. Supergirl, I’m going to allow
a bathroom break. I’m even going to pull out the dildo.”
“...thank
you....sir....” the relieved heroines grunts softly.
“You
remember your good friend Randy, of course, He’ll be watching you very closely
and I think you know what an itchy trigger finger he has where you’re
concerned, so behave yourself. If you don’t you’re going to be a very messy
hero with kryptonite slime all over you as you lie in a pool of your own
stinking waste. So no funny moves. I’m unstrapping your legs now. After I do
your arms and yank the dildo, I want you to sit up with your hands in your lap
and wait for my permission before you leave the table. Understood?”
“...absolutely...mr.
bonano...”
Moving
around, Tony quickly unstraps the leather holding Supergirl’s wrists to the
table. She lies there trying to hold her world together. She’s not sure how
she’s even going to walk to the bathroom. She hoped to Rao it wasn’t far away.
“Randy, you
good?” Tony checks.
“I’m aces,
boss.” Randy is the iceman, staring at Supergirl’s every quiver, his gun
trained on her. Stevie and Carmine watch the monitor with deeply concerned
faces. If anything went wrong here....
“Okay,
Supergirl, I’m pulling out the dildo now. Try to relax your sphincter without
losing your whole intestinal tract, shithead, okay?”
“Yes,” the
girl grunts, focused on her task. Escape was not the issue here. Not
humiliating herself by shitting all over herself was the issue. She feels a
slow release of pressure within her bowels. Release the dildo, not the crap,
Supergirl repeats to herself over and over like a mantra, concentrating on
every muscle group down below.
Having been
weakened so consistently for so long, the muscles in Supergirl’s rear end relax
more than enough now for Tony to be able to pull out the long glowing green
lucite sex toy. First a reluctant 2" and then, more rapidly, 4",
6", 7" and finally the rest of the long deadly device is withdrawn
from the blonde teenage girl’s ass. The tiniest little rivulet of green sweat
drips out of Supergirl’s asshole and nothing more. She lets go with a long, soft sigh as Tony
wipes the greasy toy down with a cloth from a nearby drawer. Then, he steps
closer to her and pulls up her underpants, stretching them over the curves of
her ass until they’re back in place. He smooths the fabric down with his palm,
reaching between her thighs so the leg bands are not twisted. Supergirl
flinches badly. And so does Randy. But nothing happens. Yet.
“Don’t,” she
spits.
“You’re
actually getting shy at this point, you pathetic skank?” blusters Tony. “I
ought to let you crap....”
“Not a pride
issue. Control issue.” Supergirl says bluntly.
“Ahhh,
right. Fine. Well, sit up, princess, if you think you can. Slowly. Hands in
your lap.”
The weary
teen slowly maneuvers her body to the appropriate position. Squeezing her butt
cheeks together, the Maid of Steel looks at Tony and asks, “I hope it’s not a
long way to go to the bathroom.”
“About 75
feet, I’d say,” Tony replies coldly. “Can you walk it, cunt, or not?”
“I...i...think...so,”
The sweat-stained blonde answers, gritting her teeth. A slow grumbling roll of
her stomach gives everyone pause.
“If you shit
yourself, bitch....”
“Let’s do
this, SIR.” Supergirl snaps, her face a stone mask of resolve. “Permission to
stand.”
“Fine.
Randy, anything funny and Leprechaun Butt here gets a full dose all over her
tits, right?”
“Right as
rain, boss,” says the tall, pale hood.
“Randy, you
walk backwards, leading blondie here to the crapper. I’ll be holding her arm to
make sure she doesn’t sway or fall or make you unnecessarily nervous. Okay,
bubbles, stand up.”
Supergirl
slowly edges her rear off the table and gets her feet on the floor. She wavers
on rubbery legs. Tony grabs her bicep and steadies her. Supergirl breathes
rapidly in short little doggy pants through lips pulled tight over her teeth.
“EEUULLGKKK!”
A nasty cramp seizes through Supergirl’s stomach and a loud rumble ushers from
the distended belly of the wavering blonde. “OHHH,” she grunts loudly, bending
at the waist slightly. The smell of a sudden fart from the grimacing blonde
gets Randy moving backward quickly.
“Fuck! That
smell is...This way, bitch. Move it,” he commands. With Tony holding her arm,
the sweaty, mortified heroine takes a few stiff legged steps forward. She starts
up her panting again.
“Follow me,
Supergirl. This way...” encourages Randy. Stiff legged, the grimacing girl
walks stiffly forward, tenuously step by step with her ass muscles clenched,
her sphincter constricted as tightly as possible. “Through this door. Keep going,” Randy urges,
breathing through his mouth.
The group is
in the control room now, Randy backing past Stevie who’s directing the camera
shots on the main panel with practiced efficiency. Carmine stands in the
corner. He has actually pulled his gun and has it trained on the grim faced
heroine as she passes by. She gives him a look, sees the gun and blanches as a
sudden surge of fear twists her stomach in a knot.. That finishes it.
Another
wrenching stomach spasm bends Supergirl suddenly at the waist.
“OHHWW...NOOOO....”
She’s not going to make it. A loud blattering fart blows out her ass along with
a sudden small greenish brown stain that appears in the back of her silken
underpants
Without
thinking, Tony sweeps one arm under the grimacing, paralyzed heroine’s legs,
throws the other around her back and lifts her right off the floor. Without
another second’s hesitation, he dashes through the control room and straight
into the storeroom. Twenty feet away, the bathroom door is ajar and Tony drives
to it with legs pumping.
“AAGHHH!”
Supergirl gasps in the throes of a nasty spear of pain from her rectum. And
then another sputtering blat of air pumps out of the limp girl in Tony’s arms.
The smell is horrendous with this gassy burst. And the stain on her panties
grows noticeably larger.
Tony kicks
the door of the john open and holds it there with his thigh as he swings the
shocked girl out of his grasp and sets her roughly on her feet. Reaching
around, he snaps down the shocked girl’s underpants so hard they fall straight
to the floor around her ankles. Tony then pushes down roughly on the mighty
teen’s shoulders and forces her unceremoniously onto the bright white waiting
throne.
The Maid of
Steel doubles over on the toilet and empties everything within her into the
toilet in a long rushing flood. Tony backs away, steps out the door and lets
Randy step in, training the dangerous kryptonite slime gun at the oblivious
blonde who is doubled over on the seat, grunting in a mix of pain and relief.
“What a
pathetic, foul-smelling loser you are, Supergirl,” Randy says with scorn.
Supergirl merely bends lower on the throne and tries to breathe normally in the
horrid smell of the tiny bathroom.
From outside
the door, Tony says, “We’re going to have to wash those costume panties of
yours champ, they’ve had a tough day.”
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