Supergirl Captured by the Mob
By Dr. Dominator
Part 1. A Surprise Attack
Note: All characters and
names are property of DC Comics. This story is simply meant as entertainment
and should be read only by consenting adults of 18 years or older. Violence and
rape are never an answer to any situation.
Linda
Danvers has been following top Mafia boss, Carmine Vega for three months,
trying to gather evidence to put him behind bars for life for murder. Now, on a
cool evening in May, following a tip, the persistent girl reporter has shadowed
the crime kingpin to an old factory in Soho where he’s supposed to meet with
Tony ‘The Wire’ Bonano, the head of another Mafia family, to work out a
protection racket on their common turf.
Dressed
in a burgundy mid-length slit-skirt, matching jacket, ruffled white blouse and
matching burgandy pumps, the cagey brunette hides in the shadow of a garage
doorway of the building next door.
Carmine’s
long black limousine has pulled into the factory parking lot where it now sits
on the tarmac flanked by two mid-size gray sedans. Leaning against each sedan
are two burly bodyguards a piece wearing dark suits and sunglasses. An
eight-foot high chain-link fence topped with thick coils of razor wire
surrounds the parking lot. The fence gate is open now, awaiting the arrival of
Tony Bonano’s car.
Up the
street, a red Testarossa screeches around the corner. It roars loudly down the
blacktop towards the factory, then swings hard into the gate and comes to
squealing stop next to Vega’s limo. A tall, dark Italian climbs out of the
sport car and walks over to the back door of the limo. Its blackened window
slides down and Linda sees the silver-haired Carmine lean forward to talk to
Tony the Wire. She focuses her attention forward to hear every word.
“Why
you gotta be so flashy?”
“Hey,
that’s my style,” Tony says with a smile. “You got a problem with that?”
“Don’t
get hot.... uh, where are your men?”
“They’re
around.”
Linda
is surprised to hear that and looks all around for other faces in the night but
sees no one. Was Tony lying or were they all that well concealed? How many men
did this guy have in the area, she wondered.
“Let’s
talk business,” Carmine says. “Get in.”
“It’s
healthier out here,” Bonano counters. “Stretch your legs. Enjoy the night. I’m
gonna make you a rich man.”
Linda
focuses on the conversation.
“Is
that right. How you gonna do that?” Carmine stays in his car and talks through
the half-open window.
“First,
I’m gonna clear out the dead wood and troublemakers around town so I got a clear
field to work on. Then, you and I are going to move in nice and polite on all
the big businesses on our mutual turf with a little deal they can’t turn down.”
“What
kind of dead wood you talking about,” asks Vega.
“Supergirl,”
Bonano says with a very self-satisfied smile.
Linda’s eyes widen in surprise.
“You
nuts?” Vega blurts. “How you gonna do that? I hear she’s like a steel wall,
totally impenetrable.”
“Interesting
choice of words. But hey, Carmine, we all got weak spots. Even famous fuckin’
Supergirl.” Tony says with an evil chuckle. “Believe me, I know a few things
and I’m telling you we can take out this gullible, over-confident little
cocktease! Trust me when I say, Carmine, that this super cunt is like a wall
only in one way. She’s got a nice, big crack. A crack that you can stick your
dick into! That’s right. Fuck the famous Supergirl! It’s not impossible.”
“Come
off it,”snorts Carmine derisively.
“Look,
I know it’s hard to believe, Carmine, but I’m here to tell you that we really
can get under this famous teenage bitch’s pretty little red skirt and get her
precious pussy hot, slippery and poised to please!”
“Give
me a fuckin’ break, Tony!” Carmine scoffs.
“It’s
true,” Tony snaps back. “Get out of the fuckin’ car for a second, would ya’, this
is important.”
Vega gets
out and draws himself up to his full height and stares straight at this flashy
prick’s face. Could he actually do what he claimed?
Tony puts
his arm around Vega’s shoulders and leans in.
“Okay,
Carmine, here’s the dope. According to my sources, Supergirl isn’t nearly as
intelligent or as invincible as she wants everyone to think she is! She has
weaknesses, like kryptonite, for example. You heard of that, right? And she has
patterns of behavior that can be exploited. And she’s just like any other
female in the all-important way: She’s got tits and a cunt and a clit that you
can stimulate. You strip that girl of her super powers and you’ll find out real
quick that there’s nothing so special about what’s between that busty blonde’s
long, pretty legs. Big shot heroine or not, I’m telling you that I know a way
that we can get to this bitch’s snatch and tease it until little Miss
Wonderful’s silky costume panties get damp and sticky from her own cum!”
“Tony,
please!”
“I’m
telling you the truth, Carmine. I can make Supergirl so horny, so wet with
desire that she’ll get down on her pretty little knees and give out blow jobs
on demand!”
“This
is bullshit!” Carmine starts to get back in his car but Bonano grips his
shoulder.
“Carmine,
Carmine, Carmine,” Tony shakes his head and earnestly looks Vega directly in
the eye. In a conspiratorial whisper he says, “Listen, this little lady puts on
her costume panties one leg hole at a time. But I’ll tell you one thing, my
friend, they’ll be coming off her both legs at once -- stripped off in nothing
flat -- when I get hold of her. Before you drive off, just think of this for a
second: your long-time rival reduced to a whimpering helpless girl with her
pubes pointed right at you. Ready for fucking.”
Linda
seethes with anger at the vulgarity that this thug is using to describe her and
his plans.
“Gimme
a break, Tony.” Carmine is getting pissed, too. This guy is all talk.
“Hey,
have faith, Carmine,” Tony vows. “I’ve got a trick or two up my sleeve that will
outsmart even Supergirl.”
“Yeah?
How the fuck did you get so smart about her?” sneers Carmine.
Linda
concentrates closer than ever to the conversation. Had one of her friends given
some information away on her?
“Paid
informants. Cost me a pretty penny, too. But I’m coming into this deal prepared
to take it to the limit. I want this deal between us to work and I’m backing my
play with all I got. You just got to agree to share the turf like we talked
about.”
“Mmh.”
Vega nods, skeptical as always.
“I’m tellin’ you, I’ve got blondie covered, Carmine. Before that big-breasted slut knows what’s hit her, Supergirl is gonna get a nasty surprise that even she won’t be able to handle!” Tony grins evilly.
Linda
shivers at the smarmy description used about her and focuses her hearing in a
tighter range so she won’t miss a word.
“Look,
Tony, you always did have a good line of BS, but I ain’t buyin’. There’s too
much at stake. We need to take a low profile on this plan.”
“Low profile? What good’s a low profile if we’re in jail ‘cause Superslut charges in and blows the whole scheme to bits? We gotta take action and make it stick.”
“There’s
so much downside if it doesn’t play.” Vega frowns.
“Downside, huh. Carmine, tell you what. I personally
guarantee it! I’ll put up $100 grand – no risk on your end at all. I prove to
you that this dumb bitch ain’t indestructible. She goes down I get a $100 grand
in addition to the split we’re working on between our two territories. You know
the bounty on her is ten times that. She don’t go down, you walk away with a
clean 100 G’s. It’s a no-lose proposition for you!”
“You
make a tempting offer, Tony.”
“I’m
tellin’ you, I know what it takes to knock the gullible little pussy to her
knees. I’m putting Supergirl’s brain on ice. She’ll be so stunned she won’t
know what hit her. I’ve got all the inside dope I need! With my plan, those
famous powers of her won’t have time to come into play! And then her silky
costume underpants come off and Tony Bonano gets to stick his prick up that
greasy tramp’s cunt! And you too, Carmine! Imagine wetting your wick in
Supergirl’s blonde bush!”
Linda
stifles a growl of anger as she listens to this filth coming out of Bonano’s
mouth.
“I got
it all planned, Carmine. Little Miss Super Sunshine is gonna have her pretty
little costume skirt pulled up and her panties pulled down so fast, she won’t
know what hit her. Then I’m going to spread her legs in the air and gag her
wiseass mouth shut. She won’t be so high and mighty after I get her in that
position. Just let me handle her. Everything’s already set. When she ain’t
suspecting anything, we take her out. Simple and quick! Then we conduct
business in real style.”
“You’re
really full of shit, Bonano. How are you gonna hit her? You forgetting about
her super powers?”
“Fuck
no. Like I said, I got the bitch covered. I’ve been working on this stuff for a
year now. Be cool. I’m gonna dominate Supergirl like she was one of my own
stable whores. She won’t know which way is up! I’m gonna fuck with that girl’s
head like she was a fifteen year old bus terminal runaway. And then I’m gonna
drive up under the dumb cunt’s skirt, fuck her cute little ass and ride her all
over the room if I want, pulling on her famous cape, squeezing her lovely tits
and belting out ‘Home on the Range.’”
Even
Carmine has to laugh at this visual.
‘The
beautiful thing is,” Bonano gets serious, “from the very second I outsmart her,
and the so-called brilliant Supergirl won’t have the strength or smarts left to
do shit about it! So, come on, Carmine,
she is only just a girl. Show some balls, huh!”
Carmine
bristles at this and begins to say something when suddenly, from behind Linda,
a pair of powerful hands suddenly grabs her arms, pins them to her side and spins
her around.
“Hey!’
She’s blurts out as she’s spun roughly around. Linda is staring straight into
the wide, round nozzle of a very strange dark gray weapon with a large
cylindrical reservoir. A tall pale man in a gray suit points the strange gun in
her face, five inches from her nose. Behind her, a bearded man in a blue suit
grips her biceps in a steely hold. She
doesn’t want to blow her secret identity, so she decides to play this out and
see where it goes. Tony and Carmine stop their conversation and look over. The
pale man next to the thug holding the gun on Linda speaks steadily.
“Eavesdroppin’
ain’t healthy, lady. Don’t move a hair now or you’re...”
Even as a gaping Linda Danvers is berating
herself for focusing her attention so much that she let these two goons sneak
up on her, the tall pale man holding the gun unexpectedly pulls the trigger. A
thick, gooey stream of glowing green sludge suddenly splurges out of the gun’s
nozzle and drenches the beautiful teenager’s face with a foul smelling, greasy
muck. The green sludge completely blinds the startled girl, clinging in heavy
clumps all in her nose and inside her open mouth.
“AULLLGGKK!”
Linda gags loudly as she yanks roughly away from the bearded man. She takes a
step forward and doubles over, her head swimming in dizzy confusion. Rao,
no! Kryptonite! Sick...I’m going to be sick!
“...heeh...haaakk...whaaullk...huuhhnnn....”
The bewildered girl gags violently, barely controlling her esophagus. She
finally gets herself under control and try’s to spit out the nauseating green
sludge but it coats her throat. Sickened to the pit of her stomach, the
brunette wavers in the middle of the street in gasping confusion. She reaches
up to her face to try to scrape away the disgusting scum from her eyes with both
hands but the bearded assailant behind her suddenly reaches down and grabs
Linda tightly by the neck and straightens the bent teenager back up with a
harsh jerk. The surprised brunette’s neck is arched far back before she can
clear away the slime coating her face. The bearded man’s other hand reaches
around and grabs her breast, squeezing it hard while pulling her body close to
his obviously muscular physique.
“Come
to Stevie, pretty lady. Your tits need a good feelin’ up!”
“Whuh?”
Linda blurts in dismay. The blinded teen’s left hand grabs out behind her head
in a flash and catches the wrist holding her hair.
Not
today you don’t....
she thinks. Instinctively, she’s about to twist hard on her unseen assailant’s
arm to break it when the pale man with the gun slams the nozzle with all his
might into her stomach.
“OOOOFFF!” Linda’s mouth drops open with a gasping
wheeze as she helplessly releases the man’s wrist in a spasm of pain.
RAO!
CAN’T BREATHE!
In
that instant, as she’s drawing a deep wheezing breath, the pale man’s strong
hand grips her jaw and the cold muzzle of the gun is suddenly forced past the
blinded girl’s teeth.
“HAURGHH!”
The
gun is suddenly fired and a huge, thick glob of glowing green muck shoots down
her windpipe, clogging it up entirely.
“WHULLGGGKK! AULGK!”
Linda manages to yank away from the bearded man’s hands and reels away
in the dark, trying desperately to clear out her throat. She grabs at her neck
and coughs hard. Bending over deeply at the waist, she sticks her finger down
her throat to try to clear it. Her body starts to shake. The gagging teen is
going into toxic shock.
“You
got her good on that one, Randy,” the bearded Stevie shouts.
“Jesus,
is this bitch strong!” The tall pale man named Randy says. But despite that,
the green sludge plastering the beautiful girl’s face and coating her throat is
obviously having its effect. The stunned teenager wavers dumbly in the street
with her hands on her knees gagging loudly.
Across
the street, the two mafia kingpins watch the swaying girl closely. Bonano is
nodding, approving the action.
“Who’s
that?”asks Carmine.
“A
nosey reporter I set up for a little lesson in humility. If she’s who I think
she is, she’s in for a very long night!”
Linda’s
eyes tear and sting under a thick coat of foul green gel that almost seals her
lids shut. She feels unthinkably sick. She’s barely able to stand up. Bending
over numbly between the two men closing in, shaking with fever, arms now
crossed over her stomach, the famous teen hero is blinded by putrid gel all
over her face. She’s trying desperately to control violent, lurching stomach
spasms.
“...oohhhh...who....who...the
hell....are you....people?” A grimacing Linda Danvers groans loudly.
“Do it
now,” shouts Randy and Linda suddenly feels someone grab her shins and yank
them out from under her. The blinded girl pitches forward into the moonlight,
her hands flying forward as she lands hard on her stomach in the street. All
the wind is knocked right out of her.
“UNNGGHH!”
Sickened by the glowing gel she’s been forced to swallow, a stunned and
bewildered Linda Danvers lies face down, sprawled out on the pavement with her
long legs spread out behind her. Her hair is a disheveled mess. Her burgundy
skirt is ripped wide apart at the slit and is hiked up to mid-thigh in complete
disarray. Through the rip in the skirt, red silk panties gleam brightly in the
moonlight. Her blouse is splattered with glowing green blobs and her chest
rises and falls with great heaves as the confused girl tries to draw a clean
breath.
The
choking gunk in her throat overwhelms Linda’s senses however and the numb
teen’s right cheek thuds to the pavement, her thoughts jumbled in
barely-conscious bewilderment as Randy steps up unobserved behind her.
Things
are happening much too fast for a staggered Linda Danvers now. She is too
stunned and sick to realize that Randy is kneeling between her legs, pulling up
on the hem of her skirt. The dazed brunette feels a draft as her red silk
panties are exposed but is too disoriented to react in time. Quickly, Randy
grabs the waistband of the bright red underpants shining in the lamplight and
immediately pulls down on the shapely brunette’s panties. The stunned
teenager’s soft rounded buttocks are exposed to the cold air.
“Whooaa...whah
..a..ya...dooin....” slurs the bewildered teen.
“Just
following the plan, girlie. I’m making a special deposit in the Linda Danvers
First National Twat Bank.”
The
bewildered teen starts to twist her head around when she feels a cold metal
object thrust between her cheeks.
“HUUNFFF!
Hey¼don’t¼” The grunting teenager doesn’t
have the time or awareness to respond to the harsh jab of the cold nozzle in
her crotch. The steel tip of the deadly gun is shoved deeply into the depths of
her panties and the gun’s trigger is quickly pulled.
A
thick, jellied mass of glowing green sludge suddenly splurges out of the gun.
It fills up the stunned brunette’s underpants with a slick paste of glowing
green ooze in less than a second. Within her panties, the drenching rush of
gloppy muck surrounds the shocked teen’s buttocks and squeezes between her
thighs with a gummy wetness that disgusts the bewildered girl. A thick glob of
the slime has even squirted into her vagina.
“EEEYUUGGKK!”
Linda pulls forward with a horrified jerk, scrambling to her knees. Her panties
snap back the tall Randy backs off and watches.
“I’m
told that thick, sticky green load stretching out your sagging panties is the
perfect way to degrade and defeat you, Princess.” Stevie leers at the shapely,
overwhelmed girl before him.
The
anguished brunette starts to stand up, but then the full effect of the deadly
slime flooding her bright red underpants overcomes her senses and rocks her
head back in blunt astonishment.
“...oh
my...GGUUUHH...” Her eyes roll up and the overwhelmed brunette fall harshly to
her knees, wavering there in a half-lidded daze.
Linda
can’t breathe and she feels sick to her stomach. Her silky red panties sag
heavily between her quivering thighs as she wavers in place on her knees in
confused impotence. The bright red underpants are now dark and wet, filled with
this devastating thick green kryptonite muck. Contained within her bulging
costume pants, her crotch and rear are surrounded by this greasy slime that is
completely incapacitating her.
Overcome,
the stunned reporter abruptly falls on all fours and wavers on her hands and
knees before the pair of grinning hoodlums, feeling sick, woozy and horribly
weak. Her panties sag like she dropped a fat load in them. She sways in stupid
incomprehension as her attackers stand by grinning.
“Feeling
nauseous, soiled and confused, aren’t you, Miss Danvers,” Bonano calls out from
across the street.
Must
get away from here¼ fast!
“What’s
the top news story for tonight, news girl?” Randy jeers. “Nosy reporter’s panties and spirits sag with
heavy load of green slime.”
Forcing
herself, Linda wobbles unsteadily on her knees, trying to stand up when an
overpowering shock wave of dizziness crashes behind her eyes. Sick and dazed,
the unsteady teen twists around and falls hard on her back with her knees in
the air, her thighs flopping open and her mouth agape in stunned helplessness.
A thick puddle of glowing slime squirts out of her underpants, forming a small
green pool between the heels of her shoes.
“Just
can’t seem to focus, Linda, my dear. Can you?” Bonano calls out with glee.
Linda
Danvers lies in the middle of the suddenly quiet street, a senseless ravaged
wreck. A streetlight shines down on her inert form.
“.....uuuhhh......don’t....can’t....me.....whuut....”
The
greasy, soiled crotch of her now dark red silk panties is clearly exposed under
the torn, rumpled skirt. It is bulging with lumpy clumps of thick green muck,
the fabric gleaming with the sheen of the glowing green gel. The messy load
slowly oozes from between her legs, pooling out from a small gap in the leg
bands of her panties. It steadily grows into a glowing green puddle on the
street under her stunned body.
“....OOHHHHH....”
The groaning brunette lies in the open street totally exposed and stunned into
submission. Her arms are splayed beside her and her bare knees and thighs
thrust up through the torn burgundy skirt. She twitches and jerks with helpless
spasms. The misaligned crotch of her bright red, damp underwear gleams slickly
in the lamplight. A patch of pubic hair gleams in the yellow glow.
“That
rang your bell, didn’t it, cunt. Give it to her again,” Stevie says.
“...nuhhh...”
rasps the frightened, dazed teenager lying on her back in the street, straining
to try to sit up. “..nuhh...w..wait...d..d..duhhn’t..”
But
once again the gun is aimed and fired, this time at the sluggish girl’s chest.
The front of her bright white blouse is suddenly drenched in bright green
slime. The fumes from the glowing gunk coating Linda’s breasts make her even
woozier.
“...oohhhhhh....”
she moans weakly as Randy kneels down beside her. He puts his odd gun down,
grabs the girl’s collar and pulls up the feeble, slime-faced teenager to a
sitting position. Then, without missing a beat, he begins to quickly massage
the gooey substance all over her chest.
“...duhnnt....nuhh...stuuppp....!...”
Shaking lips plead to no avail.
....breasts.....me.......fondling......
“Oohhhhh¼”
She is
too tired and weak to fight off his rough, roaming palms. She slumps against
him, her hands limp at her sides, her head nodding dully like a bobble head
doll as his hands surround her firm young tits, smearing the vile goo around
the smooth shape of her jutting breasts, working the thick salve into the damp
fabric of her white blouse.
“You
gotta learn the rules, lady. Even famous reporter bitches like you are not
allowed to sneak around in the dark on Tony the Wire’s turf,” Randy sneers as
he continues to coat the round firmness of the sagging teen’s large breasts
with vile smelling ointment. Meanwhile, his accomplice Stevie holds the
struggling girl’s ankles, pinning them to the ground.
“...ughhn....don’t...ohhhh....please...no...stop
it....” mumbles the nauseous girl. But Randy continues to fondle the swooning
teen’s pliable breasts through the thin material of her wet, clinging blouse,
carefully surrounding this gorgeous teen’s jiggling tits with a thin, deadly
coating of slick shiny gel.
“Too
bad, Miss Danvers, but I got strict orders to thoroughly grease up your
jiggling jugs with this filthy knockout gunk and that’s what I’m gonna do!” He
pops a button on her blouse and reaches in to smear more gel on her bra when he
sees a flash of bright blue material.
The
surprised hood stops for a second, shocked at what he thinks he’s seen, then
hastily yanks the blouse out of the weakly protesting girl’s burgundy skirt,
anxious for a better look. He crudely rips the fabric apart, popping the
buttons in all directions. There, under the slime-covered white blouse is an
astonishing sight: Supergirl’s world famous red and yellow diamond insignia
surrounded by the shiny blue material of a tight leotard top. The famous emblem
is slick with shiny green film of oily slime and the shape of the young teenager’s
breasts are clearly revealed by the damp fabric, right down to her nipples. The
attacker supporting the limp female freezes in total surprise for a second.
“Holy
shit! These are Supergirl’s tits I’m smearing with slime!” Randy blurts out.
‘WHAT!’
Stevie shouts, leaning in. He’s astonished to see Randy reach under the
neckline of what looks like Supergirl’s bright blue costume blouse and smear
the deadly salve directly over the slumping teen’s soft young breast, coating
her nipples with the glowing green slime. After a moment he withdraws his hand
with a leer.
The
cool ointment makes the young teenager’s nipples grow stiff. They poke tautly
against the darkened, slippery blue material of her famous tunic.
“Is
this really, Supergirl?” The two assailants speak simultaneously.
This
is a truly incredible sight! Here she is, the famous Supergirl, sitting in a
slumped stupor in one man’s embrace while the other holds her ankles and leans
forward in shock. Her round, full breasts are clearly accentuated by the wet
fabric of her costume blouse. Her protruding nipples are explicitly defined
through the thin, slimy cloth as she wavers before him in a nodding, helpless
daze. And the wonderful thing is, the mighty Maid of Steel is unable to do
anything more than sag against his shoulder in an incoherent poisoned stupor.
“Is
that really her?” Stevie asks again.
“I
thought Supergirl was a blonde.” Says Randy.
“Must
be a wig and that green junk must be kryptonite! Holy Shit!” Stevie blinks in
wonder.
“I can’t
believe it. Look at this bitch’s bodacious boobs. And me, I felt up the
strongest fucking bitch in the universe and she was too weak to do anything but
drool and whimper like a helpless baby!”
“Look
at her, Randy’ echoes an astonished Stevie. ‘She’s wasted. She can’t do nothin’
but sit there like a fool.”
“Say,
what’s it feel like to be the famous Maid of Steel and still get yourself all
felt up, Supergirl?” Randy jeers.
“....duhhhnnn...plee...duhnnn...do
dis.....tuh....meee....” Lifting the babbling girl’s chin, a leering Randy
looks into the frightened eyes of the wobbling brunette who leans against him
in an impotent stupor. Bubbles of spittle break on the confused teen’s
trembling lips.
“What’s
the matter, Supergirl?” Stevie taunts as
he reaches forward with one hand and sticks it under the girl’s torn and filthy
burgundy skirt. He grasps the slick smooth crotch of the Maid of Steel’s red
silk panties. ‘Is this nasty green slime filling up your precious panties
making you all sickie-wicky?’
“....duh...dun’t...stop...preeze...don’t...”
“Stop?
You must be joking, bitch. We’ve turned you into our very own soft and
squeezable little boy toy, girlie,” Stevie growls as he massages the thick
gooey slime in between the legs of the slumping teenage champion. He draws his
palm in a long, slow swipe against the shiny crotch of the vanquished girl,
sliding the toxic paste against the bulge of Supergirl’s pubic bush and high up
under her skirt to the top waistband of her panties. The slippery green sludge
completely coats the sagging girl’s underpants, waist and breasts now. Now,
gripping her by her shoulder with his left arm, Randy begins to slide his right
hand all over and around the defenseless girl’s torso, too, smearing the
drenching, disabling salve all over the weak and helpless Supergirl’s body at
will.
‘..nnnuhhhhhhh......’
the world’s most powerful teenager drools and blubbers weakly in the street as
her breasts, stomach and groin are roughly groped, fondled and smeared with
thick, greasy green kryptonite slime that totally disables her. The two thugs
are grinning like baboons.
“These
big soft tits of yours are now the exclusive property of Tony ‘The Wire’,
Stupidgirl,” says Randy as he palms her chest from inside her tunic. His right
hand rubs all around inside the elastic blouse of the nodding girl, distorting
the famous emblem and stretching out the bright blue fabric as he squeezes and
caresses the rubbery breasts of the dazed teenager. His hands roam deep within
Supergirl’s costume top coating her full soft breasts with the slippery green
slime.
Meanwhile, Stevie’s hand slides up and down her thighs
before pushing between her legs. His palm strokes the cleft of fabric between
Supergirl’s legs, rubbing her crotch vigorously.
“This
warm furry vagina is also his, champ,” Stevie announces. “And once Tony gets a
new toy, he doesn’t let it go until he’s tired of it or it breaks. And if I
know Tony, he’s going to pop your cherry and break you good, cunt!”
“...can’t...duh...do...this...to
me....” moans a defiant Maid of Steel dumbly.
“I
don’t see you doing anything to stop me, bitch!” Stevie chuckles. “Not with
this thick, sticky load of poisonous green glop filling up your pretty panties
and sucking all of your precious super powers out of you.
“And the moment you can stop me from feeling up these plump sweaty tits of yours, I’ll respect you, Supergirl,” Randy says. “Until then, I’ll just keep smearing this gunk all over your radical bod as much as I want.”
Supergirl
groans as the stench and poisonous radiation of the kryptonite gel inundates
her nostrils. She gags loudly as Randy’s burly hand cups her breast and
squeezes it slowly then fondles it in methodical small circles that get larger
with each pass around her nipple.
Nobody
had ever overpowered the mighty Maid of Steel like this before. A few times in
the past she had been weakened by bits of kryptonite fragments hurled at her by
her enemies. Even had been knocked on her back by a thick bat fashioned from a
long block of the deadly element. But this, this was something far more deadly
and insidious. There was no quick recourse, no instant response like a blast of
super breath that would disperse this sickening layer of scum that was being
smeared all over her body like some toxic car wax. No maneuver that would
eliminate the sickening sagging load of glowing green gel stretching out the
crotch of her costume panties. This was complete sexual humiliation and nothing
she could think of would dispel this horrific paste.
“Forget
trying to fight back, bitch,” Tony calls out from across the street, echoing
her thoughts. “You can’t fight the nausea and disabling capability of my
Kryptonite Subjugation Sludge. That’s deadly, radioactive green dust from your
home world, darling. I’ve suspended it in a thick adhesive gel that’s designed
to cling to your body like glue, immediately eliminate your super strength and
overwhelm you with nausea, cramps and muscle fatigue. Would you like to order a
couple of jars of it for your night table at home, Supergirl?”
The
humbled teenage heroine is absolutely devastated by the deadly goo clinging to
her. It’s toxic fumes and nauseating radiation prove far too much for her to
endure. With a jolt, her head rocks forward out of his grip and she vomits all
over the front of her blouse and into the lap of her burgundy skirt.
“...uuhh...wuURAAGAALLAAHH...oohhhhh....”
She moans as vomit bubbles break on her lips.
“Shit!
Look at this sorry bitch lose it!” Steve says with awe, having backed off just
in time to avoid being splattered with puke. Randy, too, has released the
captive brunette and is leaning away from her slightly.
Completely
debilitated and dumbfounded, the woozy teenager’s dull blue eyes roll up under
her lids and her whole torso falls forward into the puddle of puke in the lap
of her skirt. She then rolls over on her side into an unconscious heap in the
middle of the street, her legs spread apart and her rumpled, gel-soaked panties
showing clearly under her dress, brightly lit by a nearby streetlight.
Shaking
his head, Randy says to himself. “Un-fuckin-believable! The strongest bitch on
the planet -- the so-called all-powerful Girl of Steel -- puking right before
me. And she falls for the simplest sneak attack in the world!” He suddenly
shouts orders to other henchmen hurrying over from Vega’s limo..
“John,
Eddie, pick up this overrated heap of super shit and bring her to Tony’s place.
He’s gonna want to hose her down and fuck this pussy, good.”
With
another shake of his head, Randy murmurs aloud, “I can’t believe it! A
successful hit on the one and only Supergirl. That Tony is a genius! And these
very hands were feeling up her tits, reaching up under her skirt and groping
her super twat like she was just some slutty 42nd Street teenage cocksucking
alley whore. It’s just totally un-fuckin-believable!”
Back
in the parking lot, Tony winks at a gaping Carmine standing at the car beside
him. “What are you so surprised at Carmine? Like I told you before, it’s really
quite easy to get under the famous costume skirt and reach right down into the
softly scented silk panties of the almighty Maid of Steel and caress her
snatch. You just have to know how to drain her super powers. When you do, a
little careful planning and, as you saw, she’s weak and helpless as a baby
kitten. Now, I’m going to show you exactly how to humiliate this overbearing
little bitch! This is just the beginning, Carmine, my friend. Next stop, we’re
fucking the drugged up and helpless Maid of Steel every way you can imagine!”
‘Tony.
What can I say. You’ve earned your 100 G’s. Big time!”
End of Part One