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.