The Puppeteer

 

by Jack

 

She sat comfortably on the couch reading a new novel by her favorite

author.  This novel was the writer's best to date, and it took all of her

self-control not to read at her normal pace, finishing the entire 658

pages in the blink of an eye.

 

Thank goodness things had been slow lately.  This was the first time

in recent memory that she had two nights in a row at home wrapped

around a good book. 

 

"Damn, I shouldn't have had that thought."  The sound of the

emergency band radio announced that there was a warehouse fire. 

She smiled as she heard the dispatcher say aloud that this was a bad

one and she hoped that Supergirl was listening.

 

Moments later she arrived on the scene and determined that there

was only one poor sole trapped inside.  She was quickly kneeling

over him.  His identification badge and drivers license, which she

read with her x-ray vision, told her he was Bob Johnson.  He looked

much younger than his 57 years.  She found him quite attractive in

spite of fact that he was 37 years her senior.  She would later learn

that there was no such person on the company payroll, and no one

listed anywhere in the world that matched his information. 

 

He was tangled in twisted metal, but no serious injuries.  As she

began to untangle him a pipe just above his head sprung a leak. 

Toxic gas hissed from the crack in the pipe.  She quickly grasped the

pipe stopping the leak and blew the gas that had escaped away from

the man she was intent on saving. 

 

She assessed the situation and realized that the only safe way of

stopping the leak was to place her mouth over the hole and inhale the

deadly gas.  She did this taking in a deep breath.  The caustic gas

filled her lungs.  The gas was so corrosive that she felt a slight

discomfort.  Grasping the hole with her hand she turned away form

the trapped worker and blew the gas to another part of the building. 

Flames quickly ignited the gas, rendering it harmless.  Supergirl knew

that it would tale several hundred such breaths to empty the

pressurized container.  She knew that there would be damage to her

lungs.  Furthermore it was dark outside.  Without the suns energy,

her recovery would be much slower.  She had no choice if she was

going to save this poor man.  She quickly repeated the process until

the tank was empty.  Moments later she freed the captive and flew

him outside

 

Back inside the building she went to work extinguishing the fires.  She

returned to where she had left the man and found him gone.  She did

not blame him for leaving.  She was proud she had saved the man's

life.

 

Exhausted from her ordeal and with her breathing rapidly becoming

more painful she quickly flew home.  She contemplated flying to

sunlight to recharge her energy thus quickening the healing process. 

She felt it was best to return home and endure the pain that awaited

her until morning.

 

By the time she arrived home her breathing was labored.  The

volume of pressurized gas she inhaled was too great for even her

incredibly tough tissues.   She coughed up blood and writhed in pain

with each breath.  She had endured pain before but this rivaled the

worst.  By morning light she laid spent and wasted on the floor.  Her

lungs were screaming from the pain.  Her breathing was labored,

requiring almost more energy than she had to maintain her blood's

oxygenation.  Supergirl had even considered crawling to her secret

closet and opening the lead container that held the green mineral. 

That would surely end her suffering.

 

At long last the sun appeared through her window.  It would take a

long 94 minutes for her body to repair her severely burned lungs and

to regain her strength.

 

2

It took almost three hours for him to reach his home.  He lived in a

remote wooded retreat that was accessible only with a four-wheel

drive vehicle and knowledge of the old logging roads. 

 

The drive was agonizing.  He willed it to end quickly.  The first phase

of his complex plan went off without a hitch.  He would not know if the

gamble he had made with his life in the warehouse had paid off until

he was back in his lab.  The gas Supergirl had inhaled was laced with

a new nano-technology he had spent years developing.  With any

new technology things can and often do go wrong.

 

Finally he reached his home and ran to his computer.  The map was

still on the screen.  His heart sank when he first glanced at it. The

map was unchanged.  What had gone wrong?  Discouraged he

slumped in the chair.  Suddenly he realized he had to hit the refresh

button to get an updated map. 

 

Nervously he hit the refresh button on the screen.  He let out a loud

YES when he saw the red line leading from the warehouse to a

suburb of the city.  He zoomed in on the end of the line and found it

stopped at a modest house.  He pulled up the address and with a

reverse lookup directory found a name - Linda Lee Danvers.   The

data told him she was the sole occupant.  He did not know for sure if

this was Supergirl's secret identity but felt there was a good chance

that it was. 

 

He took a chance.  He had to know.  From a secure untraceable line

he called the number listed.  After 8 rings he was about to hang up

when a weak voice answered.  Recognizing Supergirl's voice he

immediately apologized for a wrong number.  He was looking for

Sam.  Then an idea sprung into his mind.  "You don't sound good. 

Tell me name and your address and I will call an ambulance for you"

he said.

 

Panic struck as she assured him she was ok.  It was just a bad cold

she was getting over and she would be fine.  She could not have the

EMS come to her home.  How would she explain a distressed

Supergirl in Linda's home at this hour of the morning, and Linda

nowhere in sight?

 

After several assurances that she was ok he hung up.  She had told

him her name was Linda and that she was ok.  From the pain in her

voice he knew Supergirl had suffered from the gas he had placed in

the vessel.  His only regret was that he would not be present while

she waited for daylight.

 

Now for phase two of his plan.  There was still much to be done and

much to go wrong.  So far his years of planning and admitted

obsession with Supergirl had paid off.

 

3

 

At long last she was beginning to feel her old self.  She was glad that

it was Saturday and that she could stay home.  She thought about

her book and had second thoughts.  As good as it was, and even

though she was not superstitious, it would be awhile before she could

pick it up again.

 

The phone rang.  She thought about ignoring it but if it was the

"wrong number" that called last night and she did not answer he

might call the EMS. 

 

It was her cable company.  They were inquiring as to whether or not

she would be interested in Beta testing a new high-speed system. 

She had heard about it and jumped at the chance.  Its speed was an

amazing ten thousand times faster than the existing technology. 

 

After some discussion she arranged for instillation on Monday.  She

would not need to be home.  They just needed access to the crawl

space under her house.  She was excited.  This would enable her to

monitor a much broader range of global news services.

 

The cable company technician arrived at her house at 9:30 am, one

hour after she had left.  It took him 70 minutes to install her new

hookup.  It consisted of several antennas placed at various locations

under her house.  These were connected to a high-speed box that

was connected to the fiber optic cable that came to her house. 

Having finished the job, he left and breathed a sigh of relief.  Had

Linda, aka Supergirl returned while he was there she would have

immediately recognized him as the man she saved days before.

 

She arrived home at her usual time.  She scanned the house with her

x-ray vision taking in all of the changes that the installer had made. 

They looked benign enough.  To make sure she cruised two blocks

over to a home where she knew there was a similar hookup.  The two

setups appeared identical.  She found a third home and verified that

the hook up of all three homes was the same.

 

After dinner she decided to take a chance on her book. She smiled

uncomfortably remembering the consequences of her last visit to this

wonderful story.  The hours passed uneventfully.  She finally crawled

into bed at 2am for her usual 3 hours sleep. 

 

The following morning was like most others.  She awoke after a

peaceful nights sleep, feeling refreshed.  After breakfast she left for

work, unaware of the events that transpired while she had been

sleeping.

 

 

 

4

 

 

For the three hours Supergirl slept the computer received telemetry

data.  It took almost two hours to decipher the data from her dream

center.  Finally he was able to listen to her thoughts.  More

importantly, the computer could instruct her to carry out the various

tasks necessary to match the nano-bugs that now infested Supergirl's

body to the corresponding bugs in her brain.  The computer

instructed her to wiggle her big toe.  The nano-bugs in the muscles

that carried out this function were then synchronized to the matching

nano-bugs in her brain.  Sensory, motor, pain, pleasure, and the

various functions that her brain controlled were meticulously mapped

and matched to the nano-bugs scattered throughout her perfect body. 

Unbeknownst to Supergirl her once pure body was infested with a

new technology that had the potential to change her life forever. 

 

The whole process took four nights to complete.  In theory, the

computer could control her entire body function.  But, her brain was a

formidable adversary.   There would be a battle of epic proportions

when he finally tried to match his computer against her brain's

instinctive drive for control, survival, and self-preservation. 

 

The link from his lab to her house, as robust as it was, would not be

adequate for this confrontation.  He had to get her into his lab, where

his computer would have direct access to the tens of millions of nano-

bugs that now inhabited Supergirl's body.  The gas she had inhaled

was seeded with the nano-bugs.  These menacing marvels of

technology moved from her lungs into her blood stream and then

randomly moved into all of her body's tissues.  He was justifiably

proud of this burgeoning technology that he had taken to

unimaginable levels of sophistication.

 

The night following the final synchronization of the nano-bugs, the

computer encouraged her to dream about the man she had rescued. 

His face was imprinted on her brain, and she was subconsciously

becoming curious as to who he was, why he was in the plant, and

where he lived?

 

Several days later while walking out of her favorite boutique a familiar

face came into view three blocks down the street.  She could not

believe it.  There he was, getting into a Hummer.  The very man she

had rescued. 

 

She slipped into a secluded alley and dawned her costume.  She flew

straight into the air and at 15000 feet scanned the streets until she

spotted his car.  It was headed out of town toward a remote

undeveloped part of the state.  After two hours, the car turned off onto

a dirt road.  One hour later it pulled up to a hidden house.  She

scanned the house and her blood ran cold. 

 

Who was this man?  More importantly, why was half of the interior of

this roughly nine thousand square foot home lined in lead?

 

She watched as he entered the house.  He went straight to the

leaded interior.  She had no idea what he was doing for the 92

minutes she could not see him with her x-ray vision.  When he finally

left the room, he spent several hours carrying out various household

chores.  He was in bed by 10pm. 

 

She quietly went up to the front door.  There were no alarms.  Who

ever he was he felt secure in his secluded hideaway.  For a second

time her blood went cold.  The door was not locked.   Maybe this was

a trap.  Maybe this whole encounter was meant to lour her to his

hidden abode.  She argued with herself that she should watch this

man for a while before entering his house.

 

Her curiosity got the best of her.  She ignored the alarms and quietly

opened the front door.  She headed straight for the lead lined room. 

She entered the room.  It was completely dark, except for a small red

light in a corner of the room next to the ceiling.  The room was filled

with electronic equipment a few bear tables a large bed and an odd

thirty-foot long box filled with straw and sand.  She had no idea what

it was doing in this room.

 

The lights came up in the room as she felt two hands come from

behind her and slowly encompass her firm breasts.  How could he

have snuck up on her like this?  She was puzzled that she did not

respond.  She just stood there as his hands massaged her breasts. 

She became very aroused.  Her nipples stood erect and her wetness

ran down her legs.

 

"Who are you?  Why are you doing this to me?  Please stop right

now.  I don't want to hurt you!"

 

Suddenly her breasts cried out to her brain for help. They were being

crushed.  Unexplainably the pain caused more arousal. His hands

squeezed even tighter, causing her voluptuous breasts to deform to

the shape of a sausage.  The pressure collapsed all circulation to her

once perfect, now grossly deformed breasts, causing their color to

turn dark purple.   "My god you're hurting me!  Don't, oh my god no,

what's happening to me?"  To her shock and dismay she came!

 

The hands found there way to the top of her costume at the front of

her neck.  They grabbed the edge of the fabric and pulled.  The tough

fabric stretched and then began to tear.  Fear consumed Supergirl. 

She was completely helpless.  She stood frozen.  Her brain was

screaming commands to her hands and legs to react, and defend

herself.   She just stood there not responding to her brains

instructions.  It was as though she was paralyzed from the neck

down.  She had no way of knowing that that was exactly her situation. 

The nano-bugs occupying the top of her spinal cord were blocking all

traffic to and from her powerful brain.  The computer was sending its

own input to her brain, tricking the brain into thinking that it was

arriving through the normal pathways.  The computer was also

sending messages to her muscles, executing a carefully

choreographed plan.  The computer completely controlled her

actions.  Nothing was voluntary, unless of course the computer felt

some of her voluntary actions were to its advantage.  Supergirl was a

puppet.  The computer was the puppeteer.

 

Her brain still had its own independent functions, but all

communication to the rest of her body was under scrutiny and control

by the computer.  He had given the computer a specific set of

instructions that were to be executed.  There purpose was to

completely demoralize her.  He needed to break all of her brain's

defenses, leaving her completely vulnerable so that he could

reprogram her brain to meet his needs.  He wanted her as his slave. 

He wanted her to be totally devoted to him and to eagerly do what

ever it took to please him.  He realized that this was a tall order, and

would likely fail.  He was video recording the events as a souvenir in

case he failed.   He could of course keep her here indefinitely, but

that is not what he wanted.  He wanted Supergirl to be passionately

in love with him.  He wanted her total unquestioning loyalty and

obedience. 

 

As the two hands pulled, her costume ripped.  The tear progressed

through her beloved symbol, causing more despair.  The tearing

stopped at the narrowest part of her hourglass figure.  Her costume

fell from her shoulders exposing her beautiful breasts.  She was

humiliated by her nakedness.  She realized that several high

definition cameras were recording the events from all imaginable

angles. 

 

The left hand mashed against her breastbone its thumb and index

finger spread wide apart.  The right hand pressed against her right

ribs, just under her armpit.  The thumb and index finger of her right

hand were also widely spread.  The two hands began pushing toward

each other stretching her youthful skin.  Her mammary tissue was

sheared from her chest wall as the two hands converged.  The thumb

and index finger of the right hand closed grasping the skin at the base

of her breast.   The majority of the skin that covered her breast, and

all of her mammary tissue were now separated from her chest.  They

were connected to her chest by the stalk of skin held by the right

hand. 

 

Supergirl stared in horror and dismay as the hand closed shut.  The

pain was intense.  The hand pulled the breast away from her body

stretching the stalk of skin.  She felt her skin stretch and became

fearful that this monster was going to rip her breast from her chest. 

"Nooooo!  Please don't, you're going to rip my breast off!  Please,

please!  Why are you doing this to me?  What have you done to me, I

can' move my arms or legs?" 

 

The breast was pulled farther from her chest and twisted until her

purple breast with its erect nipple were staring her in the face.  Pain

and despair consumed her.  She was totally defenseless.  Her mighty

strength and super powers were of no use.  She had lost all control of

her body.  She felt panic spread realizing that she was totally

helpless.  The only thing that she seemed to be in control of was her

brain and she was fearful that that too would succumb to this

formidable foe.

 

Horror swept through her as she uncontrollably opened her mouth. 

As her breast moved toward her mouth she screamed in terror "Oh

my god no, no don't!"  Her now bulbous breast was pushed into her

mouth and her powerful lungs sucked her entire breast into her

mouth.  Her once perfect 36C breast caused her cheeks to bulge. 

She bit down hard.  Pain and disgust consumed her.  She tasted her

blood and to her bewilderment became uncontrollably aroused.  This

could not be she thought.  Was this madman forcing her to

cannibalize her breast?

 

She was about to come completely unglued.   As she gagged on her

breast she bit harder and deeper into the tissue.  She collapsed in

despair to the floor.  Just as she was about to pass out the bloodied

but intact breast was ripped from her mouth.  She stared in disbelief

at her purple mammary.  Her teeth marks formed a large U-shaped

gash on the top and bottom of her right breast!

 

Regaining her composure Supergirl was determined to see her

attacker.  She diverted her eyes to her attackers hand and gazed up

the arm to the shoulder.  She vomited violently and came close to

passing out yet again.  This had to be a nightmare.  This could not

be.  The horrible hands that delighted in inflicting pain humiliation and

torment belonged not to some super foe, but to Supergirl herself. 

This was all self-inflicted torture!!!

 

It was at that moment that she realized what was at stake.  The man

she had saved had gained control of her body, and was likely

planning to gain control of her very being.  Her mighty brain vowed

that this would not happen.  It would endure what ever her attacker

dished out.  It would never give in.

 

He sat in his private room listening to Supergirl's brain defy his

efforts.  He felt despair as he noticed the light in the corner was still

red.  Red signified that Supergirl's brain was in complete control of

itself.  Yellow indicated most of the brain's functions had given way

and welcomed the pain and suffering being inflicted on her.  Green

was his goal.  He knew that self-preservation was one of the

strongest and most primitive functions of the brain of any species.  It

would take a miracle to break this last line of defense.  If he

succeeded the light would show green.  Although it appeared failure

was inevitable, he would proceed as planned.  He would enjoy seeing

Supergirl suffer and beg for mercy.  He would have hours of high

definition video to enjoy for years to come.  He might even be able to

use it and his knowledge of her secret identity to force her to do his

bidding.

 

Before Supergirl could fully recover her hands grabbed the fabric of

her costume in front of and behind her crotch.  It stretched the fabric

tight and pulled it high between her legs, cutting into her vagina,

anus, and clitoris.  The hands pulled back and forth in a sawing

fashion, badly abrading her clitoris and openings.  The friction

resulted in a severe "rug burn".  Pain and sexual stimulation invaded

her consciousness.  She was becoming aroused yet again.  "Stop this

now, I can't take anymore!" she pleaded.  "Oh god it feels good!"  

She voluntarily pulled the costume harder against her clit causing

even more pain and pleasure.  To her horror she was beginning to

welcome this torment.   Yet another long explosive orgasm consumed

her, draining her of her energy.  Blood and her sex dripped to the

floor.  She stared at the cameras totally humiliated; yet her face

displayed lust and a desire for more.

 

Unable to control her actions she removed the remainder of her

costume and walked barefoot across the room.  She could not

believe what she saw.  Sitting on the table was the lead canister that

she saw this morning in her secret closet.  This was impossible. 

 

What she did not know was that the computer had instructed her to

sleep walk and place the canister on her back steps.  When she

opened the closet that morning the computer told her that the canister

was still in place.

 

To her dismay she removed the cap.  Even though her brain

screamed to her to stop she dumped the green kryptonite onto the

table.  Her strength drained from her body.  She fell to the floor on her

hands and knees.  The computer temporarily gave her brain complete

control of her body, but not her words. 

 

She looked up and saw the man she recently rescued standing

before her with a long cane.  "Beat me" she heard herself beg. 

Despair and confusion swept through her.  She could not believe she

had said that.  She was beginning to have a hard time knowing what

were her real thoughts and desires and what this horrid man was

forcing on her.   Even though she resisted with all of her will power

she was beginning to welcome the pain and suffering, because it was

accompanied by the most incredible pleasure imaginable.

 

He struck her hard across the small of her back.  Pain consumed her

with caning after caning.  Her back and buttocks were raw and

bloodied.  Deep fissures crisscrossed her backside.  Her skin was no

longer flawless.  It was ravaged with scars.  The intense pain was

accompanied with intense sexual pleasure.  Wave after incredible

wave of immense pleasure consumed her battered body.  She came

several times more.  She voluntarily begged for more torture. 

"Harder!  Hit me harder."   He could not help but smile.  The light was

yellow orange.  Finally he was beginning to break her!

 

She was now in total control of her body and actions.  At his

command she struggled to her feet and lay face up on a table.   She

spread her long seductive legs, fully exposing herself to him.  The

caning began anew, inflicting pain and deep fissures on her breasts,

powerful abdomen, and vulva.  She was now scarred and bloodied

both front and back.  Her energy and resolve were rapidly fading.

 

He pulled out his erect.  She spread her legs even wider inviting him

in.  "Fuck me I want you to cum inside me" she begged.  His thrusting

caused wetness like she had never experienced.  He came spraying

his seed into her.  She climaxed immediately afterward, her cervix

dipping into the pool of sperm, sucking his DNA into her fertile womb. 

As she lay wasted, a purring sound escaped her throat.  She realized

she had not one but two adversaries.  He was formidable enough. 

Now she had her own pleasure center to deal with.  She realized she

had become a true addict.  She was addicted to this deadly elixir of

pain and pleasure.

 

The effects of the kryptonite had severely weakened her both

physically and mentally.  This is what he counted on.  The self-

mutilation, exposure to kryptonite, the beating and now the rape had

taken its toll.  She was devastated.  Yet she still showed defiance. 

He looked at the light, yellow.  He had hoped by now it would show

yellow-green.  Her last defense was all that remained, but it was the

most formidable, and he had his doubts about success.

 

He replaced the kryptonite in the lead container and allowed her body

to recover.  It would need to be in top shape to survive the last ordeal

he had planned for her.  It was now all or nothing.

 

Childbirth is a sacred event, especially for women.  Throughout the

animal kingdom mothers sacrifice and give there all for their child,

both born and unborn.  He hoped this most basic of instincts could be

used against her to finally break her incredible mind, leaving it open

to reprogramming.

 

At first she had no idea what was happening.  She felt nauseated

again.  She felt unfamiliar stirrings and changes taking place in her

body.  Finally as her abdomen and breasts began to swell she

realized she was pregnant from her rape.  Even though it was a child

of rape, it was her child and she would do everything she could to

protect it.  The puzzling thing was the speed with which it was

developing.  By the end of just fifteen minutes she had grown to the

size of a one-month pregnancy.  He must have done something to

manipulate the genes of his sperm to accomplish such rapid growth.

 

Fear began to overwhelm her.  Not fear for herself but fear for her

unborn child.  She had yet to go into labor and the fetus was still

growing.  Hour after hour her breasts and abdomen swelled, her belly

was approaching the size of a basketball, as were each of her

breasts.  Her mammary glands had stretched so large that each

microscopic gland gave way to the immense pressure and tore.  Her

breasts were, for all practical purposes, two sacks of milk, not

individual glands interconnected to her nipple.  Her skin was so

stretched that she realized when the milk was drained, her once

beautiful breasts would be thin flaps of skin hanging below her crotch. 

The thought was revolting.

 

He was standing next to her.   She shook in fear.  He was holding two

large bore needles each connected to a tube.  Without a second

thought he pierced her erect nipples, one with each needle.  The milk

quickly drained form her breasts.  Tears flowed as she watched.  Her

breasts rapidly deflated until they hung flaccid on either side of her

chest.  She wanted to die.  The only thing that kept her going was her

baby. 

 

The expansion of her girth stopped.  Moments later she felt the first

contractions of her womb.  It was time to deliver her wonderful first

born.  She knew it would be painful, but it would be worth it to see her

baby.  She had used her x-ray vision to check on it and knew she

would have a healthy girl.  She would name it after her beloved foster

mother.

 

The contractions became stronger.  She was sweating profusely and

grimaced in immense pain as her uterus propelled her child deeper

toward her vagina.  Hours passed, the pain was horrible.  Suddenly

she realized her baby was in jeopardy of being crushed by her

powerful uterus.  The child was part human, and may not be as

strong as a super powered Kryptonian.  Worse still, her pelvis was far

too small for such a massive child.  Frantic, she realized she had to

act quickly to save her child.  The computer knew her plan and

allowed her to execute it.  She dug her fingers deep into her skin and

grabbed the two halves of her pelvic bone pulling them apart.  The

ligament that held them together ripped.  The pain was unbearable. 

She almost passed out from the agony.  The force of her next uterine

contraction forced the child deep into her pelvis causing the two

halves to separate.  This caused the ligaments of her sacroiliac joints

to rip, adding to her misery.  She checked on her child again to make

sure it was ok.

 

She screamed in horror.  "Where is my baby!!?  What have you done

with my baby?"  It was there moments ago.  Now a huge transparent

sphere lay in its place!  She was totally freaked by this turn of events. 

She wanted this horrible occupant of her uterus out immediately. 

With the next contraction she would use all of her will power and

energy to expel it from her body. 

 

She had no way of knowing that there never was a child in her uterus. 

Unbeknownst to Supergirl, he had inserted a tube into her uterus and

slowly pumped the acrylic like material into her womb.  The computer

kept her distracted as the tube was inserted, and later removed.   The

material hardened into the transparent sphere that now occupied her

uterus.  When she used her x-ray vision to check on her child the

computer sent the image of a girl fetus to her brain.

 

Had she been thinking clearly, she would have known that a slower

more patient expulsion of the unwanted mass in her uterus was more

prudent.  It is not uncommon for a woman tear the opening of the

vagina with childbirth.  A rapid expulsion of an object this size would

prove devastating, even to her powerful body. 

 

With the next contraction she pushed with all of her might.  The

sphere was propelled across the room at an incredible velocity

striking the long box containing hay and sand, which rapidly

decelerated the globe.

 

The effects on her body were devastating.  An ultra slow motion

camera would give a graphic pictorial of the events that took place in

around one one-hundredth of a second.

 

The sphere fully dilated the cervix, causing a tear.  The vagina was

less fortunate; the posterior wall tore along its entire length.  That was

nothing compared to the havoc the sphere rout as it found daylight. 

The vaginal opening was not nearly as elastic as the vagina.  It tore

instantly.  The fissure progressed to the anus, ripping the muscle and

the front wall of Supergirl's rectum.  Where there were two openings

moments earlier, there was now a single giant opening between her

legs.  Her now empty abdomen sunk inward and her abdominal skin

looked like a prune.   Blood flowed from the gaping hole between her

legs.

 

Supergirl was devastated.  She surveyed her ravaged and deformed

body.  All of her fight was gone.  "Just let me die! Please!  I just want

to die."

 

Yet the light was not fully green.  It was yellow green, not what he

had hoped for.  After a full ten minutes he realized he had failed. 

Although it was minimal, she still had a little fight left.  This last

assault was not enough to strip her of all of her defenses. 

 

He sat at the console.  He began instructing the computer to erase

her mind of all that had happened, and to begin purging her body of

the nano-bugs by way of her blood stream and finally her kidneys. 

She would fly home, fall asleep, and awaken with out any memory of

what had happened to her.  Her only confusion would be the

realization that somewhere she had lost a day and a half!

 

He hesitated, wait he thought, he knew that was to be his last chance

but maybe a simple scenario would push her over the edge.  He

discussed his plan with the computer and they agreed it was worth a

try.  He told the computer that even if he pleaded, this was his last

chance.  If he failed she was to be released.

 

She lay still on the table.  Her body still distorted form her foe-

pregnancy.  Her resolve was all but gone; she just wanted this

nightmare to end.  But her brain was not ready to throw in the towel. 

Look at him over there it admonished.  He looks like the one who is

beaten.  You have to fight this.  He may control your body, but he

does not control your sole.  You can never give in to him. 

 

A flicker of hope began to grow inside her.  She heard her foster

mother talking.  It made her feel warm.  After a few moments she

turned her head to one side.  It sounded like her mother was in this

very room!  She looked around and saw the large plasma screen. 

Her mother was on the screen watching her favorite game show on

the television.  This bastard!  He had someone at her mom's house

with a camera filming from outside the window in her den! 

 

Suddenly the expression on her mom's face turned to one of horror

and then disgust.  Fear swept through Supergirl.  Had her mom seen

the peeping tom outside her window?  The camera panned to the

television.  There, on the screen, was Supergirl promoting a porno

video!  She was admonishing the audience that she was tired of

having to save the world, and had found her true calling as a porn

star!  The next scene was of Supergirl, her breasts exposed, pulling

the crotch of her torn costume against her pussy and climaxing. 

Supergirl could not believe her horrible attacker would stoop to such

low tactics.  Her mother yelled at the television.  "You are not my

daughter, I wish I had never adopted you.  You are nothing but a slut. 

Don't ever show your face here again!

 

The screen went blank.  Supergirl was crushed.  This blow was more

than she could bear.  She loved her mother more than life itself.  The

thought that her mother believed her adopted daughter was a slut

and a porn star was too much.  She had no way of knowing that what

she had just witnessed was all computer-generated.

 

Supergirl was allowed to use her limbs.  She got up and walked to the

canister and removed the cap.  She reached in and with all of her will

power removed the kryptonite crystal and swallowed it.  The pain was

horrific.  By the time the crystal reached her stomach she had fallen

to the floor and was unconscious.  Welcomed death would soon

follow.

 

Still seated at the computer he waited for the machine to analyze her

brain.  Finally the light in the corner shined bright green!  He had

beaten her!

 

There was no time to celebrate.  He lifted her to the table.  He

inserted the black fiber optic tube down her throat.  When it reached

her stomach he saw the kryptonite, snared it, and extracted it from

her body.  He placed her in the nearby bed. 

 

It took the computer seventeen and one half hours to reprogram her

brain, and for her remarkable healing ability to restore her devastated

body to its former perfection.  With all of her defenses defeated, it

was a simple matter of reestablishing her defenses and her life's

values and beliefs.  When the machine had completed its task

Supergirl was back to her normal self with a few minor but important

changes.

 

Before tonight she felt obligated to us the gift of her powers for

mankind.  Now the only person she cared about was the man who

had nearly destroyed her.  Her whole life would now revolve around

him.  There was nothing, nothing she would not do for him.  She was

his servant, concubine, slave, and lover.  She would love him with all

of her being.

 

She would remember her battle with him.  The computer revealed all

of his innermost secrets to her.  He was no longer a stranger.  She

would look at her defeat as a welcome loss.  Her life would be much

simpler, and much more fun!

 

Nineteen hours after swallowing the kryptonite she awoke.  He was

asleep next to her.  She watched him sleep.  It was a well-earned

rest.  She felt pride watching him.  He was a remarkable man.  She

loved him dearly.

 

When he finally woke up she smiled at him with a passionate longing. 

"I love you Jack, make love to me!"

 

They moved together.  He explored her magnificent body.  She

voluntarily relinquished her powers while they made love.  After there

wonderful foreplay he entered her and they climaxed together.  With

a wicked grin she said,   "Now I want you to inflict pain that will make

last night seem like a walk in the park."  He did, and would for years

to come. 

 

 

Epilogue

 

Today was her sixtieth birthday.   She reflected back on the past forty

of those years.  They had passed too quickly.  Together, Jack, his

remarkable computer and she had accomplished some amazing

feats.  They were responsible for over eighty percent of the most

important breakthroughs in the history of mankind.  Their discoveries

were given to the world through a private corporation JCK (Jack

Computer Kara) Research Group.  The world's curiosity tried in vain

to find out about this secret corporation.  There efforts were to no

avail.

 

Kara and Jack had a wonderful relationship.  She spent much of her

time with the computer planning different ways to amuse and arouse

Jack, always at the expense of Kara's wonderfully resilient mind and

body.  She welcomed the pain and torment knowing how much it

aroused her man.  He was often tender in his lovemaking, but she

knew that what many would call his dark side aroused him the most.

 

She smiled as she watched him sleep.  Then tears welled up in her

eyes.  She knew, in spite of her denial, that his once powerful brain

was failing him.  She would gladly nurse him for as long as he lived. 

That was not why she was so torn. 

 

He often told her that the most important thing she would do for him

was to end his life through lethal injection in the event his mind or his

body failed him.

 

For two months she had pretended that he was fine.  She knew he

was not.  She quietly picked up the syringe and slipped the needle

into a vein in his arm.  She pressed the plunger, pushing the lethal

cocktail into his system.  Seconds later his heart compressed one last

time.  One and one half minutes later his once remarkable brain fired

for the last time.

 

She let out an agonized scream.  She sat with him for hours crying

her heart out.  She finally undressed him, collected the canister of

chemicals, which would cause a rapid and complete decomposition of

his body, and flew him to their favorite spot, deep within the forest. 

She dug a tunnel under a tree they planted together 40 years ago

and placed his body six inches below the lowest roots.  She scattered

the chemicals and covered the hole.  Over the years to come the tree

would draw nourishment from the compounds left where his body had

decomposed.

 

She flew back to there home.  The next thing he had instructed her to

do was to inject herself with nano-bugs.  The computer would

reprogram her brain releasing her from her undying commitment to

him.  This would allow her to live out her life in peace.  She rolled the

syringe around and finally picked it up. 

 

Several hours later she found herself nude laying next to her beloved

Jack.  This was the only time in all their years together she had

disobeyed him.  She did not want to live another day without him. 

She too was covered with the chemicals.  She slowly unwrapped the

lead from around the kryptonite.  Her death was not as pleasant as

Jack's.  "This is how it should be" was her last thought before she

slipped away.