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(Revised July 08, 1999)
The room was huge and filled with girls in various forms of bondage. The sight of these girls did not startle Supergirl so much as did the sounds that they were making. Some were screaming in pain as red uniformed Trulls Neuro-whipped them, others were sobbing, and yet others were moaning in ecstasy. It was these girls that disturbed Supergirl the most. The woman who were sexually excited by their bondage and their predicaments. She licked her suddenly dry lips and looked around the room.
There were at least thirty women in the room, all naked, all in some sort of restraint. There were girls suspended by their wrists, some by their ankles, and some were suspended by both their wrists and ankles, bowing their bodies either belly down or ass down. A few were stretched out on fancy hi-tech racks and bondage wheels, and yet others were attached to strange contraptions that she did not recognize nor could she guess their function, besides to sexually torment women. Some girls were just plainly tied to chairs and beds and others were only chained by their necks to the walls with their hands bound behind them. However, most of the girls were not so lucky and were in highly stressful bondages.
Supergirl felt especially sorry for those girls that were undergoing whippings and wished that there was something that she could do for them, but she was just as helpless as they were. She could not even help herself. She felt a flush of shame as she looked around the vast room. She dug her teeth into the rubber of her ball-gag as she observed one captive writhing and moaning on a fancy rack. Several protruding armitron controlled dildos where pumping in her vagina and anus as she was spread widely, and the victim moaned as she sucked a third phallus that pumped in and out of her mouth. Supergirl's nostrils flared as she detected the pungent smell of female sex in the air, and cringed as the girl on the rack was shuddered with a massive orgasm that ripped through her body. Supergirl blinked several times as tears formed as she watched the girl arch on the rack, trying to impale herself deeper on the rack's raping dildos, sucking and licking the phallus in her mouth. Supergirl finally tore her gaze away and looked at Ballus.
"There are many more rooms like this one, Supergirl. Also, many women are also undergoing specialized training in other parts of the ship," Ballus said, watching and empathically feeling and noting the heroines stunned and shocked reactions.
Supergirl shook her head in disbelief. More?? She was surprised that there were this many. The women were young, mostly in their mid to late twenties, and all were incredibly beautiful. But that was the only thing that they had in common. There were tall girls and short girls, skinny girls, athletic girls, and heavier girls. The girls were of all races, but it appeared that most of the girls in this chamber were white. Supergirl wondered how many of these girls were runaways, girls that just vanished, literally, off the face of the Earth. She wondered how many of these girls knew what their fate was to be, and how many have lived their lives without even believing in aliens and UFOs until the time that they found themselves on a spaceship filled with aliens and strange robots going to God only knew where. She wondered how many of the girls would go insane. It was hard enough for her to accept her plight.
"None of them will suffer such mental breakdowns, as 'insanity', Supergirl," Ballus answered her silent question. "Each has been chosen not only for their physical attributes, but also for their mental capacities to learn and to adapt. Each one of these women is a piece of property, and would be a huge loss financially if she were to become damaged and unusable if that were to occur. No, we are very careful to make sure such mental break-downs do not occur."
Supergirl could only stand in mute horror and watch the helpless women as they writhed in their bondage and begged for their release, either physically or sexually. Those that could, that is, as many of the girls were gagged in a variety of ways, with a manner of devices. The Trulls showed them no mercy but kept them constantly on the brink between pleasure and pain. She could stand the sight no longer and turned her head away from the sight.
Ballus saw that Supergirl had seen enough and motioned her once again to follow him and led her from the room. She gladly followed, regardless of the crotch rope that tormented her every step. She was only too eager to leave the room. She felt ashamed of herself for that reaction, but there was nothing that she could do to ease the sufferings that the girls were enduring.
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This time Ballus led her to one of the various mess halls on the great starship, and Supergirl saw that there were many girls here, as well. It was apparent that talking was not forbidden among the Earth girls here, as many were engaged in quiet conversations among themselves between bites of food.
"That is correct, Supergirl. Talking is allowed. It gives them an outlet of their emotions and thoughts among their own kind. This is one of the methods that we use to prevent those mental break-downs that I had mentioned before, that concerned you earlier." Supergirl glanced over at the Trull major domo, no longer shocked by his mental intrusions into her thoughts, and then turned her gaze back to the room, and followed Ballus as he lead her to an empty seat. Faces lifted from plates to look at her briefly and then the gazes went back to what they were doing. Supergirl saw no recognition in any of the faces, and some with shocked confusion on their faces. This she realized was because of the one thing that differentiated her from all the rest of the girls in the room. It was her emblem, that hung between her breasts as a marker. It wasn't much, but it was much more than the naked girls were allowed. And, it also was enough that she would be recognized, at least by some of the women in the room.
Ballus took her to a table where there three other girls sitting and motioned to a yellow uniformed alien, a blue skinned Klarion, who brought over a bowl of what appeared to be some sort of stew. Ballus motioned Supergirl to sit in the empty chair and them removed her gag, which he placed on the table next to the bowl. The Klarion bent down and tied her ankles and knees to the chair by running cord around them and through eyelets designed for the purpose of keeping the women firmly in their chairs. The bar was then removed from between her elbows and her back, but her custodian left her crotch rope firmly in place. As her hands were bound in front of her, she would be able to just use the spoon supplied with the bowl to feed herself if she bent forward. Many girls were tied the same way, and Supergirl watched them to see how they managed the task of feeding themselves.
"Eat," Ballus ordered, motioning to the stew, "I will return for you in twenty of your minutes. You may speak to the others, if you wish." The Trull then turned and glided from the room.
Supergirl looked around the table at the girls who were paying very close attention to their own bowls. Only when Ballus and the yellow clad Klarion had moved away did the girls start to glance at their new companion as Supergirl picked up her spoon, bent forward, and tried a bite of the stew. She chewed and then swallowed with a measure of some surprise. It was actually quite good. At least she wasn't going to starve. She then realized how famished she was and dug into the stew with gusto. The other girls also returned to their food as well, sneaking increasingly shocked and disbelieving looks at Supergirl between bites.
After a few minutes, Supergirl had finished her meal, as had the other girls, and another yellow uniformed Klarion came and picked up their bowls. The girls, now having nothing to do, looked around the table at each other. Each was white, in her early twenties and all were beautiful. One was a brunette, one a red head, and the other was a blonde like the superheroine. All were naked. The red head was the first to speak.
"So. Who are you?" she demanded. She was really quite forceful, Supergirl thought. There was a fierce intelligence behind the gaze of the jade green eyes as her questioner looked Supergirl up and down, closely examining the blue, yellow and red emblem between her breasts. Supergirl didn't say a word in response to the question. Just returned the gaze. She knew.
Supergirl than was aware of how unnaturally quiet the room had became. All the girls within earshot was now paying very close attention to the small group. Without appearing to be, that is. The Klarions continued to move about the room, ignoring all but there own menial tasks.
"Well, you must be someone pretty important to have the mighty Ballus himself leading you around. Anyway, my name is Jill and this is Mary," nodding towards the stunning blonde at her left, " and this is Bobbi," nodding towards the girl with dark brown hair at her right. The two girls stared wide-eyed at Supergirl and nodded their heads in silent greeting, but said nothing.
Jill squirmed in her seat. "Damn! These crotch ropes are driving me nuts! If it was my boyfriend that had done all this to me, I might be enjoying them. But, all this is all just too weird." Jill than fixed Supergirl with her intense green eyes and gave a small smile. It was not all together friendly. "Oh, don't be afraid, honey. We will be all right, you'll see. At least we aren't dead. So, come on, what's your name?"
As if you didn't know, Supergirl thought. She looked around the room. Most of the girls in the room had by now finished their meals and were unabashedly looking over in her direction. She saw that many now recognized her. It was amazing how the room had changed. Some girls, she could see, were even more despondent than before, knowing that there was no hope for them if the mighty Supergirl could be bound just as helpless as them. But, many had the gleam of hope in their eyes, as they came to realize that there was now hope for them, now that the Girl of Steel was there with them...to save them.
"Supergirl," Linda finally responded to Jill's question. She saw no reason not to tell them all the truth. The room was now dead quiet for a few seconds and then a mummer rippled through the room, as the girls who could not see or hear what was going on were told. There were gasps and sobs and intakes of startled breath through out the room.
"I think she flipped her lid!" Bobbi remarked out loud to herself in disbelief.
"No...she's Supergirl," Jill answered back. Supergirl could now tell that Jill was the de facto leader of this group of girls, in a way. Perhaps it was not a coincidence that Ballus had seated her here.
"Oh shit!" Mary exclaimed, rolling her eyes.
Jill hushed her and turned back to the beautiful superheroine. "So, that is why you were escorted in by Ballus. And why you are wearing your...ahhhh...emblem. They want to show their power over us, don't they?"
"Yes, that is my thought.," Supergirl answered.
"So, do you know anything about what is going on, Supergirl? Where are they taking us? What are they going to do to us? They have told us nothing except who Slaver and Ballus are, and that if we want to live that we would have to obey everything that they say," Jill asked Supergirl, leaning a bit closer to her. She then gave a wry smile, "That Slaver character is kinda cute, in a way, but that Ballus weirdo is just plain spooky!"
"We are being taken to a planet called Klarion where we are to be sold as slaves," Supergirl responded.
"Slaves?" Mary shot, "Oh my God!! I could see getting kidnapped for that purpose by, say, Arabs, but not by aliens. What are we going to do?!" The word rippled through the room, as did everything said by the group. There were some gasps of surprise, as well as murmurs of confirmation among the captive women.
"Yes, Supergirl. That's a good question, isn't it? Or, should I ask...what are YOU going to do?"
"Well, you girls first have to realize," Supergirl hesitated a moment. She was not sure how to put this. The fact that she WAS Supergirl changed many things in the minds of many of these captive girls, but she knew that she could not let them get their hopes get too high, " I don't have my powers anymore."
"Well shit! This is all just getting better and better," croaked Bobbi, tears now starting to form at the corners of her eyes.
"I thought as much," Jill replied, didn't want to ask why. Supergirl had a pretty good idea it was because they were no longer in the aura of the earth's sun which gave her and Superman their super powers.
"I bet you have a plan, though, don't you?" asked Mary leaning closer to Supergirl.
"Yes I do, but I will need all of your help," Supergirl finally responded. She knew that she was taking a huge risk here, but didn't know what else to do. It may be the only moment that she would have to communicated with her fellow abductees.
"You got it, Supergirl. Well, what help that we can give you, anyway," Mary said.
"Do any of you know where they keep their shuttles? Or their small space-craft?" The three girls looked at each other, and Supergirl knew that they didn't.
"No," Bobbi replied, "but I bet that we could find out, somehow."
"Gee, Bobbi, you're pretty smart," Mary remarked, rolling her eyes, "and how are we going to do that all tied up all the time, huh? We can't do a thing or take a step without being watched or escorted by these...guys!"
"Oh, be quiet Mary!" Jill commanded, "How can we do that, Bobbi?"
"Well, do notice how everyone wears different color uniforms. I bet it is for different jobs, sort of like the guys in the Navy wear for the jobs they have on an aircraft carrier." The girls at the table nodded, as they started to realize what Bobbi was driving. "All we have to do," Bobbi continued, "is to figure out which uniforms the pilots wear and see where they always go, and I bet that is where we will find the shuttles."
"That is a great idea, Bobbi!" Jill exclaimed, "But, Mary is right. How are we going to do that? We are always tied up, and we are escorted everywhere we go. We certainly can't make a run for it, and I would hate to find out what would happen to us if we were caught. And we would certainly be caught. Don't forget that we are also wearing these 'obedience collars' which will paralyze us as soon as they find out what we are doing."
Supergirl thought about what was said and came up with an idea. "Let me take care of the collars. Just pass the word to every girl that you can to keep their eyes out for anything that looks like it might belong to a flight crew and where they saw them. It is apparent that we can talk during meal times, so we shouldn't have a problem with passing along any information that we get. In the meantime, I'll try to get something out of Slaver or Ballus. But, the main thing is that we all work together."
The girls looked at Supergirl with wonder and amazement in their eyes, and for the first time since their capture, a glimmer of hope. Jill glanced around the room to see if they were being watched or listened to. She was not worried about being overheard by the other Earth girls, but by the Trulls. As usual, the black garbed guards glanced from table to table with a look akin to boredom. Supergirl, too, noticed their apparent disinterest in the Earth girls talking among themselves. But, she also knew that their biggest threat lay not in being overheard, but by their minds being tapped into by one to the telepathic Trulls, perhaps even Ballus himself was secretly listening in. He had said that to mentally eavesdrop was beneath him in dealing with the Terrans, but she trusted Ballus even less than she trusted Slaver.
Supergirl wondered if her plan was even possible. There were so many unknowns involved. They also had so little time, she knew. There were just too many variables and unknowns involved. Supergirl hoped that she was not asking too much of Jill and the others. What could they really do? What could any of them really do? It was not as if every one of the girls spoke the same language. They didn't. Nor could the girls eavesdrop on the conversations of their alien captors. It was also highly unlikely that any of the girls would be able to get information by trading her 'favors' for it. That is not to say that some of the other girls would not try to use sex as a way to get some information. And, even if they were willing to spread their legs in exchange for something from the Klarions or other members of the ship's crew, there was no guarantee that the crew would fall for such obvious prying from the girls. As far as the crew was concerned, they 'owned' the Earth girls. They owed them nothing, especially not freedom, or even answers to their obvious questions. They were in the slavery business and have apparently been for many years. The Trulls most probably knew all the tricks of the trade.
The more Supergirl thought about it, the more she was convinced that it was a lost cause. But, they just had to give it a try, in any case.
Apparently supper time was over as small groups of Trull slave handlers in brown uniforms came into the room. They had slave harnesses in their hands which they began to apply to their various charges to prepare them for their next ordeal. The girls meekly let the slavers rebind them and lead them from the room. It looked like there were two or three girls assigned to each Trull, sometimes even four. Supergirl saw that she was the only one that had her own personal 'escort', and certainly the only one with such a high ranking officer such as Ballus. The girls at her table all nodded and winked as they were taken from the table, leaving Supergirl alone in silence. The room was soon empty except for a few yellow uniformed service crew members who were finishing cleaning up the area. She was ignored by them all. She sat and waited for Ballus.
She did not have to wait long.
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