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Chapter
1
Coming of Age
New
Kara let gravity pull her into a screaming
dive. She glorified in the speed
of her descent. The sharp snap
of her cape as it caught the air ripping past her body emphasized the terrific
velocity as she used her mental powers to further increase her
acceleration. Approaching the
speed of sound she slowed, arcing upward once
more. Sonic booms tended to bother
the inhabitants of the city and she didnt want any more complaints
about broken windows.
It seemed a quiet
night. So far there was no sign
of activity in the city she had chosen as her new
home. She had left Metropolis
just a month ago, one day after her eighteenth
birthday. Her older cousin had
protested, of course, but now that she was legally an adult he had no right
to order her around, and he had to admit that her arguments made
sense. Metropolis was not large
enough to need the services of two
superheroes. Cousin Kal-El had
the city well in hand. Kara wanted
to strike out on her own and prove that she was capable of dealing with the
criminal element without his assistance.
She had chosen New Gotham precisely because of its reputation as a
hotbed of criminal activity.
Tonight was her first patrol.
She angled herself toward the
docks. If any neighbourhood of
the city was in need of surveillance that area
was. She gained altitude and
began to sweep the streets below with her X-ray
vision. She was careful about
her targets. It wouldnt
do to be accused of violating the rights of New Gothams citizens to
a certain amount of privacy.
Angling her right foot slightly she changed
direction. It was an almost
unconscious action. She had been
flying even before she could walk; if flying was the right word for
it. It was really more a form
of levitation. She simply commanded
her body to rise and move through the
air. It was something that neither
she nor her cousin could explain.
Apparently it was something that Kryptonians could do as part of their
nature. It had given her foster
parents fits until they were able to get her to promise never to do it without
their permission. She had not
honoured that promise, of course; flying was simply too much
fun. She simply made sure that
she practiced when her foster parents were not keeping an eye on
her. Sometimes she had even sneaked
out at night. Now there was no
one to tell her what to do. She
could fly whenever she chose and it was her preferred method of
travel.
It was an incredibly exhilarating
experience. Every part of her
body was involved. She could
change her flight by the slight twitching of her muscles; the raising of
a hand; changing the angle of her head; deflecting her feet
slightly. It was like being one
with the air. She could think
of nothing more wonderful. Except
perhaps sex. But that was an
area that was still a mystery to her.
It was not that she did not find members of
the opposite sex attractive, far from it.
She sometimes found herself drooling over some hunk the same as any
teenaged girl, but she had learned to be very careful around boys, ever since
she had broken the arm of a playmate in
kindergarten. As she got older
she had avoided intimacy by making herself as unattractive as
possible. It wasnt difficult
given the shallow nature of most people her
age. All she had been required
to do was wear thick plastic glasses, adopt an unflattering hairstyle, and
wear shapeless clothes to disguise her budding
beauty.
It had worked all too
well. Most boys didnt even
seem to be aware of the presence.
Those who did thought her some sort of sexless
nerd. It had been a lonely
adolescence, but it had kept her from hurting anyone and protected the secret
of her super powers. One day
she intended to change all that.
After all, she was only human well
superhuman. And she had developed
into a beautiful and intelligent young
woman.
She was tall and blonde, standing about five
foot ten and weighing a solid 135 pounds.
Her shoulder length golden blonde hair gleamed with health and vitality,
framing an exquisite heart-shaped face.
Piercing eyes of the most vibrant blue stared intensely beneath
beautifully arched eyebrows. A
pert nose, bow-shaped mouth, and pouting lips completed a picture of alluring
femininity. However, she only
allowed her shapely body and perfect features to be seen when she was in
costume.
She had rejected the somewhat staid outfit
designed by her cousin. Talented
as he was his ideas of appropriate attire for superheroines was altogether
too sixties. Instead she had
altered her costume to a svelte body-hugging outfit that showed off her
goddess-like body to full advantage.
She had kept the vivid blue, red, and gold
colours, but modified the short blue skirt, deciding that it made her look
too much like a cheerleader. It
didnt cover much, leaving a good deal of shapely bare leg
showing. Underneath it she wore
a very revealing pair of tight blue
Well, panties were really the only
way to describe them. They were
so sheer that they left very little to the
imagination. Kara reasoned that
most of the time her short skirt would cover them and when she was flying
she would be too high for anyone to make out any
details. They did, however, make
her feel deliciously sexy as she soared above the
city.
Her torso was covered in a long-sleeved top
that was so audaciously thin that the nipples of her impressive breasts were
clearly visible beneath the gossamer
fabric. Just below her collar-bones
and extending between her breasts was the gold shield emblazoned with the
stylized red
S that told the world who she
was. Knee high red boots, a long
red cape, and red gloves completed her
outfit. Altogether, Kara was
well satisfied with her creation.
It was daring, spectacular, and utililitarian; a costume fit for a
superheroine.
She described a slow arc over the
harbour. There was nothing so
far; and then she spotted a dark shape on the
water. At first she thought it
might be a pleasure boat that had slipped its moorings, but changed her mind
when its steady movement revealed that it was being guided by a human
operator. No lights,
she thought. At the very
least that is a violation of maritime
law. Hovering, she watched
its progress. Using her enhanced
vision she could make out five heavily armed men on the deck and three more
below deck. More important though
was what they were guarding.
Stacked below deck were dozens of neatly taped
packages. It was clear that the
boat was carrying a cargo of illegal drugs.
Karas brow
furrowed. As a superheroine she
had a natural loathing of those who preyed upon the weaknesses and vices
of others. However, she kept
her cool. Where there were drug
smugglers there were buyers. She
wanted more than just one boatload of cocaine and the villains that smuggled
it; she wanted to haul in some of the bigger fish as
well. Maintaining her distance
she followed the darkened vessel toward the
docks.
The section of the harbour where the boat
docked was about as far from the central area of the harbour as
possible. It was a miserably
run down wharf, so dilapidated that Karra found it hard to believe that it
didnt collapse into the filthy
water. The entire area stank
and Kara realized that the quay was located just down from the New Gotham
sewage outfall. Stifling her
superheroine sense of smell, she followed the boat to the dock, descending
to a section of the wharf where the few lights had all burned
out.
Her X-ray vision pierced the sides of the
decrepit wooden building that was perched atop the
wharf. Inside more than a dozen
men waited. All of them she noted
were very heavily armed.
Crouching in the darkness she waited to see what would
transpire.
Dressed in dark clothing two men scrambled
onto the dock. From within the
warehouse two other men stepped forward.
That you Roloff? asked one of the men.
Who else would it be,
Dirkson? You expecting someone
else?
Dirkson chuckled.
The sound was rather unpleasant and entirely
humorless. Guess
not. You got the
goods?
Two thousand kilos of Colombian
snow. You got the
cash?
Its inside, Dirkson
replied. Unload the merchandise
and then come and count your money.
I dont think so, said
Roloff. Show me the money
first.
Whats the
matter? Dont you trust
me? Dirksons voice
held a slight hint of humour.
Would
you? Lets not play
around. The money first and then
the merchandise.
Follow me then, said Dirkson,
turning and heading into the warehouse.
Not a
chance. Bring it out
here.
Youre a real trusting son-of-a-bitch
arent you? Dirkson
said. The humour was gone from
his voice now. Alright,
have it your way. He turned
to the man who had come out with him.
Wallace, get the cash.
Wallace nodded and ducked into the warehouse
while Dirkson remained outside. A
minute or so he reemerged carrying a medium sized
suitcase. Three other men came
with him. Carrying the suitcase
over to Dirkson, he held it horizontally so that Dirkson could click it
open.
Count it, Dirkson
said.
Dont worry I will, Roloff
replied. He leafed quickly through
the bills, nodded and closed the suitcase, handing it back to the man who
had accompanied him. Unload
the boat, he ordered.
Kara watched as the boat was
unloaded. She made no attempt
to interfere. She wanted all
of the cargo on the dock before she made her
move. One bundle after the other,
the lethal cargo was placed on the dock.
Dirkson stood close by monitoring the
exchange. Every now and then
at random he chose a bundle and cut it open, checking the
contents. Each time he nodded
in satisfaction and resealed the bundle.
Finally the last bundle was brought up from the boat and stacked beside
the other. Then Kara made her
move.
Stepping out into the open she stood with
hands on hips in plain sight of the sweating
men. It took them almost a full
minute to notice her. What
the fuck? said one of the men
suddenly. He turned on her, his
pump action shotgun at the ready.
Youre really not very observant
are you boys? Kara asked.
I could have picked off every one of you if Id had a
gun.
Shit, its just a girl, sneered
Roloff. Whats the
matter, honey; get lost on your way to the Girl Scouts meeting?
Dirkson, however, was more
cautious. Look at the way
shes dressed. Looks like
one of them superheroines.
More like a ballet dancer, said
Roloff. He advanced toward
Kara. Come on sweetie;
you and me can have some fun.
We certainly can, said Kara calmly,
but not in the way you
think. As she spoke she
stepped forward, caught hold of the front of Roloffs jacket and threw
him twenty feet across the wharf into the pile of
cocaine.
The impact scattered the bundles of the drug
in every direction and left Roloff lying unconscious amidst the broken bundles
of white powder. It also triggered
an immediate reaction from every one of the heavily armed
men. Turning their weapons on
the heroine they opened up on her.
Kara did not wait for the bullets to hit
her. She was not afraid of being
hurt. It was very unlikely that
the barrage of lead would have pierced her skin, but there was a great deal
of kinetic energy in a slug moving at high speed and being hit by several
dozen of them at once would have knocked her off her
feet. There was also another
reason. Although the fabric of
her costume was indestructible, the impact of the bullets would have parted
the fibres and torn great holes in it.
She had spent too much time designing and putting it together to have
it spoiled by a bunch of thugs and so she darted among them striking left
and right. She pulled her
punches. She had to if she wanted
to avoid killing every man she hit.
The thunder of the gunfire was tremendous
and mingled with were the screams of injured
men. For an instant Kara was
confused and then she realized that Roloffs and Dirksons men
were firing so wildly that they were hitting one
another. She hadnt counted
on that. In spite of her ambition
to eradicate the two criminal gangs, she had no desire to see anyone
killed. What she wanted was long
prison terms for each of the drug
traffickers. But there was little
she could do to halt the shooting except continue her assault on the panicked
thugs.
The resistance didnt last
long. In short order a dozen
men lay unconscious on the dock and several others lay screaming from bullet
wounds. The rest broke and
ran. She had little trouble catching
up with the gangsters who headed back to the
boat. There was no- where for
them to go and she cornered them easily.
Those in the warehouse were a different
matter. Most of them had fled
the scene, heading up the dock, but Kara knew where they were
going. Several expensive vehicles
were parked next to the warehouse, along with a cube
van. She wasnt particularly
worried about them escaping that way,
however. There was only one way
off the dock and it would be easy to head them off.
First, however, she wanted to be sure the
money did not disappear. During
the melee she had caught sight of Dirkson grabbing the suitcase and heading
back into the warehouse. She
went after him first. Her X-ray
vision spotted him near the back door.
For some reason he wasnt running, but was fumbling with what
looked like a pipe. Kara darted
through the door of the warehouse, heading straight for the gang
leader.
The rocket almost caught her dead
centre. Only her incredible
superheroine reflexes enabled her to avoid a direct
hit. As it was it glanced off
her breast as she turned her body and then
exploded. The explosion blew
her through the wall of the warehouse and right across the
dock. Her hurling body did not
stop until she slammed up against one of the mooring
posts. The impact snapped the
post off like a toothpick, but stopped her from hurtling out into the
bay. It also shredded her costume,
blasting most of the fabric off her body.
Kara slumped to the wooden surface of the
wharf. She was endowed with super
strength and near invulnerability, but there was a limit to what even her
body could endure. The explosion
was equivalent to a normal person being hit hard on the jaw and it rendered
her unconscious.
Dirkson emerged from the warehouse, a triumphant
grin on his face. I got
the superheroine bitch, he crowed.
But crossing the wharf to the fallen heroine he stared in
amazement.
Kara lay on her back, her arms and legs spread
out to the side. She appeared
dead, her body blackened by the chemicals of the high
explosive. But incredibly her
chest rose and fell rhythmically.
Christ, exclaimed Dirkson, the
fucking bitch is still alive.
By this time several of the fallen thugs had
regained their senses and joined him.
Jeez, exclaimed one.
Look at that body.
Shed be a great fuck!
What a pair of tits, chimed in
another. Id sure
like to suck on those.
Forget her tits, moron, said
Dirkson. She just took
a direct hit from an RPG 7 rocket.
There shouldnt be anything left of her to
fuck. We better find some way
to put her out of action.
How about these? said Roloff,
dragging a set of heavy mooring chains.
Dirkson looked at
them. Each link was an inch
thick. They should
do. Wrap her up in
them. Well figure out what
to do with her later.
Karas head
swam. Something strange had happened
to her; she couldnt move her arms or legs and there was a strange vibration
and sense of motion. Dimly she
could hear voices coming out of the dark shroud that surrounded her
consciousness. She kept her eyes
closed. Still confused about
what was going on she felt that feigning insensibility was the best
plan.
Man shes got a body, said
a voice from out of the darkness.
Yeah, but its gonna be pretty
hard to have any fun with her as long as shes wearing those
chains. I wonder how long shes
going to be out.
Who
knows. She took a direct
hit. There shouldnt be
anything left of her but a smear on the
dock.
The first voice
chuckled. Yeah; shes
a tough one, but it looks like shed clean up real
good. Ive never seen such
a great body. Looks like she
was designed for fucking.
Both men
laughed. Kara now recognized
the sound and the motion. She
was on board a truck, probably the one Dirkson had brought to pick up the
cocaine. She opened her eyes
the barest slit and saw the two men.
They were sitting on the plastic wrapped cocaine bundles, smoking
and chatting back and forth. She
also saw that she was swathed in several layers of very heavy
chain.
Kara experienced a moment of
doubt. She knew that she had
abnormal strength, but she had never actually bothered to test exactly how
strong she was. Would she be
able to break free? There was
only one way to check and that was to attempt to snap the heavy
links. But a thought came into
her head. She had hoped to catch
both the drug smugglers and the buyers.
That was now impossible.
Roloff and his thugs would be long
gone. There was still Dirkson,
however, and it was most likely that he was taking her to his
headquarters. If so he might
lead her to even more important prey.
Closing her eyes again she continued to feign unconsciousness, trying
all the time not to think about the fact that almost all of her costume had
disappeared, and pretending not to hear the numerous coarse suggestions as
to what her two guards would like to do to her once the chains were
removed.
The ride lasted another half hour or
so. Eventually the truck slowed
and Kara could hear the sound of a large door being
opened. No doubt the truck was
being driven into some warehouse where it could be unloaded in
private. As soon as it stopped
the door of the truck was opened and Kara heard several men
enter.
Are you out of your
mind? You brought a superheroine
in here? Why didnt you
just cal the DEA instead.
Theyd go a little easier on us.
Its OK, Mike, said
Dirksons voice.
Shes out cold.
An shes not going to get out of those
chains.
How the hell do you
know? You know something about
superheroines that I dont?
Shit, Ive never even seen this one
before. How do you know what
she can do?
All I know is that a rocket was able
to take her out. That means
shes not invincible.
Thats fucking reassuring,
said Mike. So a rocket
that is supposed to be able to punch through a foot of armour knocked her
out. But it didnt kill
her. That should tell you something
about her. Shes too dangerous
to keep around. Get rid of her
and do it fast.
Right Mike, said
Dirkson. But I was sort
of looking forward to
What?
Screwing her ass off? Yes,
I bet that would be a lot of fun provided she didnt flex her thighs
a crush your dink as if it were a wet noodle.
Right, said Dirkson
again. I guess I never
thought of that. Alright
boys. Haul this bitch back to
the waterfront and dump her in.
Well see if she can swim when shes wearing all that
iron.
Kara opened her
eyes. Things had gone about as
far as she wanted. It was time
to test her strength. Four men
stood in the doorway of the van, the two thugs who had so frankly discussed
their desire to rape her; Dirkson, and another
tall dark-haired man. No doubt
this was the boss; the one Dirkson had called
Mike.
Jeeezuuuss, shes awake!
shouted one of the men who had so lewdly discussed Karas
charms. Immediately every man
went for his gun.
Kara flexed her
muscles. At first nothing
happened. Then the links of the
chain began to bend, and suddenly with a sharp snap there was an explosion
of metal and her fetters flew apart scattering bits of steel in all
directions.
Stunned, the assembled thugs fell back, their
arms raised to shelter themselves from the flying steel
fragments. Kara leaped to her
feet breathing heavily from excitement.
For a few seconds she and the astonished criminals stood facing one
another. Jesus Christ,
said Dirkson slowly, his eyes fixed in wide eyed wonder on Karas
body. The other hoodlums seemed
equally amazed, gawking at her in undisguised lust and
admiration.
Karra turned bright
red. Naked except for the very
sheer pair of panties that barely covered her luscious loins, she was acutely
embarrassed. But her mortification
quickly turned to anger.
She had a lot to be angry
about. Not only had she been
supremely humiliated, but she had allowed the drug smugglers to get
away. In addition, her carefully
crafted costume had been blown to bits.
She knew that somewhere in the dock area she would find the tattered
remnants of her outfit. Its fibres
were indestructible, but it had taken her weeks to design and put it
together. She could forgive Dirkson
for firing the rocket at her, but the destruction of her costume was something
else again. Eyes flaring in anger
she charged into the astounded hoodlums.
She caught up with Dirkson
first. Picking him up she tossed
him across the warehouse into a pile of
crates. The two men who had stood
guard over her were next. She
grabbed each of them by the collar and sharply rapped their heads
together. Mike the boss man,
she twirled over her head and heaved into the
rafters. He only prevented serious
injury by grabbing hold of a wooden roof beam and hanging on for dear
life.
The commotion brought the rest of the gang
at a run, but Kara had little trouble dealing with
them. She passed among the
disorganized gang members like a
whirlwind. Within a minute the
floor of the warehouse was littered with unconscious or groaning
men. Kara took extra care in
controlling her strength. Her
anger would have made it very easy for her to have killed
someone. But she acted in a
controlled rage, hitting just hard enough to render each man insensible but
not hard enough to break any bones.
At least most of the time it was that
way. Sometimes she misjudged
her own strength.
Sorry, she murmured as she snapped the forearm of a man
who tried to hit her with a crowbar.
She put him temporarily out of his misery with a quick tap to the
jaw. And then it was
over. She stood alone in a warehouse
full of defeated men. Only Mike
remained, hanging desperately from the roof bean where she had thrown
him.
You bloody bitch, the crime boss
yelled from his precarious perch.
Ill make you pay for
this. Im going to find
out who you are and track you down.
Kara bit back a
retort. She felt far too vulnerable
in her almost naked state to hang around and bandy words with the drug
lord. Instead, she found a phone
and called the police, remaining in the building only long enough to hear
the sound of sirens as the police closed
in. There was more than enough
evidence in the warehouse to convict Mike and his gang several times
over. As the police closed in
she made her way to a window and launched herself into the night
sky.
Hidden in the darkness, she headed back to the harbour. The smugglers boat was long gone as she had expected, but she was after something more important. She found the scattered fragments of her costume without much difficultly. Her night vision and super sight helped in that. She shook her head sadly. She had really botched her first mission. Half the crooks had gotten away and she had been taken prisoner and humiliated by being rendered naked. She hoped that when the police arrested Mike and his gang that that part of the story was not revealed. It was simply too humiliating. Climbing back into the night once again she headed home. It had been an eventful and not altogether successful evening. Next time she would try to do better.