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Luthor
Lex Luthor turned slowly, a smile on his cruel but
handsome face. Well
superheroine, he said, it certainly took you long enough to get
here. I see you are even more
beautiful than I remember. You
certainly have developed since the last time we
met.
The superheroine blushed
becomingly. She was certainly
a beauty, despite that ridiculous cheerleader outfit she
wore. Why did superheroines have
to wear such stupid tight-fitting
outfits? Not that he really minded
when he was this close to one. The
girl was an absolute stunner.
His eyes swept over her from head to
toe. Shoulder length golden blonde
tresses framed an intelligent and amazingly beautiful
face. In the last few years the
superheroine had lost her little girl
looks. Her full, kissable lips,
straight nose, perfectly arched eyebrows, and stunning sapphire blue eyes
created a vision of female perfection.
But that was just the starting
point. His eyes went to
her large, firm breasts. They
seemed to defy gravity, but he was sure that she was not wearing any
support.
Moving lower his gaze took in her almost
unbelievably tiny waist, flaring hips, and long athletic
legs. Yes, the
archvillain continued. You
have really filled out. This
encounter is going to be much more interesting than I had dared
hope.
Not in the way you think, Karra
replied, angrily. She was not
used to criminals ogling her body with such apparent lack of
fear. I dont know
what youre up to, but youre going to
jail.
Luthor
grinned. Thats been
tried, replied the villain calmly.
It didnt work out very well and I have no intention of
returning.
Karra stared at the seemingly confident
criminal. She did not like the
way the interview was proceeding.
She had encountered the villain before when working with her cousin
and knew him to be a cunning and dangerous
foe. Quickly she scanned the
room for anything that might be used against
her. Luthor regarded her calmly
from his swivel chair. He seemed
completely unafraid, but Karra could see nothing in the room that would give
him such confidence.
Set into the far wall was another
door. From the ceiling hung the
small camera that was clearly the source of the television
image. A circle of some twenty
ceiling lights provided illumination.
On either side of the villain was an electronic console with a number
of buttons. Directly in front
of him was a large table made of white
marble. Against each wall was
a set of bookcases lined with copies of the
classics. Apparently Luthors
interest in literature tended toward the
intellectual. But there was nothing
in the room to indicate why Luthor seemed to consider himself in control
of the situation. Nevertheless,
Karra hesitated. She had learned
from experience that the archvillain was dangerous in the
extreme.
Well, superheroine, said Luthor,
finally, its very nice of you to drop in, but are you just going
to stand there or would you like to sit
down? He gestured to a
seat beside him. He grinned widely
as he spoke, enjoying the superheroines obvious discomfort and
confusion. He had her where he
wanted her. She had walked into
his lair like a bee drawn to nectar.
Now his trap was closing around her in the same way a carnivorous
plant traps an insect.
Karra swept the room
again. Something was definitely
wrong. Luthor could hardly expect
that she would sit down and join him for
tea. But her super senses could
detect nothing. The fact that
the room was lined with lead impeded her efforts to look for concealed weapons
or traps.
Why dont you put that pathetic
thing away? asked Luthor, gesturing to the lead sheet Karra still held
in her hands. Surely you
dont think that it will provide any real protection against
me? He chuckled confidently,
enjoying the confusion of the superheroine to the
full.
His relationship with her up until now had
been far from cordial. Numerous
times she had disrupted his various schemes, sometimes without even knowing
he was behind them. Despite that
he was absolutely fascinated by her.
No one knew anything about her.
Where did she come from?
Where did she live? What
did she do with herself when she wasnt making life miserable for
criminals? What were the extent
of her powers? What was her real
name? It couldnt be the
moronic sobriquet laid on her by the media and the
public. Supergirl
was such a pathetic appellation. He
refused to use it, always referring to her as
superheroine. She
was certainly much more than a girl.
His organ stiffened a bit more just thinking about
her.
Karra focused her gaze on the smug
felon. He was tall, probably
standing over six feet and powerfully
built. He had the build of a
professional wrestler. But it
was his baldness that was most
intriguing. She knew that his
lack of hair extended to his entire body.
He even lacked eyebrows.
Quickly she scanned his body, looking for anything that might be used
against her.
Luthor smiled
broadly. Find anything
you really like? I assure you
that it is much larger when fully aroused.
Karra blushed again, turning completely
crimson. The criminals
comment had caught her off guard.
She was not used to trading sexual innuendos with
villains. Tensing slightly she
got ready to attack. Only her
instinctive sense that something was wrong and Luthors overconfident
act held her back.
Was it possible he was
bluffing? Perhaps she had him
dead to rights. After all, she
had helped her cousin throw him in jail on several occasions; back in the
days when he and she had patrolled Metropolis
together. Indecision racking
her mind, she stalled for time while her gaze swept the room again and
again. What is this
place, she asked, and why are you
here?
Luthor leaned back in his chair, his right
hand near the console.
Ive decided to go into a new area of
business. As you may know I have
always been interested in agriculture.
I have set up this facility to accommodate an underground
farm. With a little bit of scientific
breeding I should be able to develop a strain of cocaine that is ten times
as potent as that currently available.
Kara had not heard of
Luthors interest in agriculture and she certainly
had no intention of letting him go ahead with his
scheme. Not if I have anything
to say about it, she said, taking a step toward
him. I think Ive
had about enough of this. Im not entirely sure what you
are up to, but Im sure that the police would like to make your acquaintance
again.
I dont think so, Luthor
replied quietly. This
conversation is beginning to bore me.
If youre not going to do anything except threaten me, then I
have work to do. As he
finished speaking he slid out of his chair and turned away from her, heading
toward the door on the other side of the room.
Karra acted
instantly. If Luthor had anything
up his sleeve she was sure that it was connected with the electronic consoles
on either side of his chair. She
had noticed that throughout the encounter his fingers had never strayed more
that a few millimeters from the console
buttons. His movement toward
the door had left him wide open and Karra took quick advantage of
it.
She was three quarters of the way across the
room before she was aware of the pain.
It shot though her as if she was being burned by white hot
irons. At the same time her strength
left her. She landed at
Luthors feet, writhing in agony.
Karra whimpered in
anguish. She had felt such pain
before and knew its source.
Kryptonite, she
gasped. But
where
?
A typical superheroine, sneered
Luthor, standing over her.
Intrepid and beautiful, but oh so
stupid! Did you really think
that I would let you walk into my lair and simply capture
me?
Karras body twisted in
anguish. The pain was about as
bad as anything she had ever felt.
She couldnt even lift the lead sheet to interpose it between
her and the source of her torment, not that it mattered, since she had no
idea where it was. Calling on
everything she had, she tried to roll back toward the door, and
failed. With a moan, she turned
over on her back and lay helpless at the mercy of the grinning master
criminal.
Luthor let her lie there, grinning down at
her as wave after wave of pain swept over
her. Karras chest
heaved. Beads of perspiration
stood out on her forehead and then spread over the rest of her anatomy, darkening
her costume. She could hardly
believe that anything could hurt so much and leave her so
helpless.
Her sea blue eyes wide with pain and fear,
Karra sought the source of her agony.
Her gaze settled on the circle of twenty
lights. Of course, it was so
obvious, and she had stepped right into their
glare. She whimpered again as
another spasm of violent pain shot through her already pain-wracked
body.
That right, my little superheroine,
Luthor gloated, the lights.
It was so easy, just a little bit of kryptonite vapour sealed in each
bulb, and you are helpless as a kitten.
I am afraid I was not entirely truthful about the function of this
facility. Its main purpose, and
one that it has already achieved was to deliver you into my hands.
Leaning over her, he
smiled. Consider the pain
an unexpected bonus. I knew that
kryptonite immobilized you, but I had no idea that it could cause you such
torment. He stepped back
toward the console next to his swivel
chair. What is it worth
to you to have me reduce the light output?
Karras only reply was a
moan. She was incapable of speech,
every muscle of her body knotting with
pain.
Ill take that as a plea for mercy, Luthor grinned. He twisted a dial on the right hand console and the lights dimmed. Immediately Karras pain diminished, but not her helplessness. She could still not move a muscle. Her blue eyes wide with fear and consternation, she gazed up at her captor. She was helpless and in the power of one of her most dreaded enemies. Swallowing, she awaited her fate.
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