Supergirl
Captured by the Mob
Part 7 - Carmine Joins in
the Fun
By Dr. Dominator
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.
“Okay,
Supergirl. I’m going to release you from the table now because I have your word
that you’ll let me do whatever I want with your body. So behave, cunt. You
don’t have the strength to manage an escape from this place with that 8"
kryptonite dildo shoved up that short little costume skirt of yours. You know
it and I know it. So just lie there nice and quiet like until I’ve undone all
the straps.”
Tony Bonano
was in complete control of Supergirl now. He’d beaten her down in every
possible way he could think of since he captured her over a day and a half ago.
And now she was knee-deep in her training to be a willing and active member of
this large stable of whores. Everything was going according to plan.
After
unbuckling all the straps, Tony pats the depressed girl on the rear and says,
“Alright, Superwhore, I want to take off your cape so I get the best possible
view of your body while we’re doing the big nasty. How do I take it off?”
“...tiny
hidden hooks under the collar...” she says meekly. He finds them easily and
undoes the ingenious little mechanism. Pulling the cape off to the side, Tony
tosses it over the nearby chair with an air of total disdain.
“Okay, stand
up and walk three feet that way,” he commands. Slowly, the dejected blonde
pushes herself off the tablepad, twists her hips and slides her legs over so
they dangle off the side of the table. She sits there a moment, fighting a
dizzying swoon. Tony sees this, smiles and takes hold of the blue fabric
covering Supergirl’s bicep. “Easy there, tiger. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
He helps the
disoriented teenager get to her feet, her knees nearly buckling in the process.
Tony holds her up by her arm and Supergirl shakes her head slightly to regain
her composure and her balance. When she straightens up a little more, Tony
says, pointing down, “Be careful, Supergirl. There’s a little puddle of your
piss right there that you don’t want to slip in.”
A sudden
small intake of breath is the only verbal response from the girl, but Tony is
gratified to see her face redden deeply as she steps over the shimmering yellow
spot. Then, pulling the girl to a stop in the middle of the room, Tony says,
“Great. Now I want you to remain standing there while I get behind you here and
cop a feel.” The surprised blonde’s eyes go wide and her body flinches
involuntarily when Tony’s hand reaches around from behind her to squeeze her
right breast.
“Easy there,
Flicka. You know the rules.” Her jaw set in a grimace, Supergirl relaxes her
shoulders slightly as Tony’s hand squeezes the breast into a fat fleshy wad. He
nuzzles the nape of her neck with his nose, breathing softly against her skin.
Supergirl stands silently in his encircling arm, unmoved in the least by his
attentions. Tony then slides his hand under Supergirl’s shirt and slides it up
until he is holding her bare tit in his sweaty palm. His hand fondles and rubs
her ample breast in slow patient circles. Does he actually expect me to get
excited by this pitiful sexual blackmail of his?
“Squat a
little, sweetheart.”
“What?!”
Supergirl exclaims in surprise.
“Squat down
a bit, slut. I want to put my hand down your pants and I want your vagina a
little more accessible.” Frowning, the proud teen squats down, only to feel
Tony grip her breast and pull her back up with a jerk. “Not that much, you dumb
bimbo. I want to be able to easily tickle your clit.” Supergirl lowers herself
literally and figuratively. Tony’s hand reaches down past the belt buckle at
the front of her skirt and slides his hand deep into the teenager’s red
panties. His fingers slide through Supergirl’s feathery soft blonde bush,
stroking it gently as they pass. Finally, practiced fingers slide between the
squatting blonde’s urine-dampened nether lips and find her small, rubbery clit
within its hood. He begins to rub the nub in tiny circles as his other hand
continues to massage the fuming teen’s breast.
High-speed
digital video cameras catch the entire demeaning scene but Supergirl, despite
her humiliation, sighs and says, “This going to take long, Mr. Bonano?”
“May not as
long as you think. Why, you got someplace to go, slut? Is there a job at some
pole dancing strip bar you have to get back to?” His fingers and hand continue
to manipulate the girl to no noticeable effect.
“You didn’t
say I had to like this, sir. Just that I had to give myself to you. Getting off
yet?”
“Ladies
first.” Tony pulls his hand out of his captive’s panties and from under her
shirt. “Stay right there, chuckles. Don’t move. Don’t turn around. I think we
need to up the ante a little.” Going over to the table, Tony back looks quickly
to make sure the girl is obeying his command. He takes in the view with a self-satisfied
leer. Supergirl stands there slumped in dejection. Her blouse is pulled out of
her skirt in sloppy disarray, her belt sags forward, loose and
uncharacteristically low on her hips, and her silken red panties have been
pushed down so they can be seen clearly drooping below the hem of her skirt.
With her hands hanging limply at her sides, the earth’s most beloved heroine
merely looks straight ahead in a confused fog of despair and exhaustion. She is
swaying slightly, dizzy from the kryptonite dildo no doubt but still somewhat
in command of her body. For now.
Tony pulls
out a bottle of KY lubricating gel from a drawer in the table and walks back to
the silent and frustrated teen. “Maybe this will help get you more in the mood,
Supergirl.” He liberally squirts both palms and all his fingers with the
slippery gel, then, once more, reaches into her costume and begins to massage
her erogenous zones. Fingertips glide around her nipple in one case while
tickling her clitoris in another. Still, the disgusted girl is able to easily
withstand this humiliating sexual attack. There was no pleasure to be had here.
“You can use
all the gels in the world, Mr. Bonano,” Supergirl’s voice drips with sarcasm at
the use of his name, “but you’re the only one who’s going to be demeaning
themselves today.”
“Once again,
Supergirl is so sure of herself,” Tony chuckles, continuing to manipulate the
famous teen’s most sensitive spots. While the heat of the friction is building,
the arousal factor seems to be nil. “Hmmmm. Bend over, slut. In fact, get on
your hands and knees.”
“Yes, sir.”
Supergirl is almost taunting the angry Mafia hood. He actually seemed to expect
her to get off on this crude, insistent manipulation. Still dizzy and slightly dazed
from the anal dildo, she carefully lowers herself to her knees and then tips
herself forward until her palms rest on the floor.
All the
while, Tony has continued holding her breast and clit. Now he kneels beside her
and says, “Yeah, that’s better. Now I’ve got a better feel for the situation.
We’re going to party now, my precious little jism pouch.” Oily fingers continue
to circle, rub and slide against Supergirl’s parts, causing merely heat but
zero passion. She uses her anger like a shield. He will not degrade her. I
am better than that.
“You know,
Mr. Bonano, I have to tell you. You’re mysoginistic abuse is certainly not
scoring any po...OOHHH” Supergirl eyes suddenly widen and her pelvis jerks as
an electric thrill suddenly lights up her G spot. Her head drops and she takes
a short quick breath to regain her composure. Where did that come from?
“What was
that, blondie?” Tony smiles for the first time in a while. Things are beginning
to turn.
Covering her
lapse, Supergirl replies, “I said your hatred of women is a nasty character
flaw and a definite turn....OOOH.” Another spiking tingle in her loins catches
the stunned young teen in an embarrassing little grunt of pleasure. And now her
nipple, despite her disgust at this thug, is hardening and getting much more
sensitive at the hands of this persistent bastard.
“You’re
not.getting....uhhm...excited here, are you, princess?” Tony asks quietly in
the confused girl’s ear. “I mean, it’s okay if you are. Even superheroines are
allowed to experience the joys of the flesh now and then.” Tony rubs her nipple
between his fingers, quickly rolling the nub against his tips in one direction
then another like rolling a matchstick.
“AHH”
Supergirl gasps in wonder. This was so strange. His fumbling manipulations
shouldn’t be causing such intense sensations. Her breasts aren’t nearly as
sensitive as this. It usually takes much more attention to get them....
“WHOA!” Another gasp bursts from the compressed lips
of the perplexed blonde as her nipple sends a signal flare into her brain.
“....ohhhhh....” What the hell is happening to me?
“Sounds like
our lovely young ice queen is starting to melt,” Bonano crows. He then takes
his hand out from under Supergirl’s blouse, pausing a moment to enjoy the sight
of his captive posed beside him, wavering on her hands and knees with her
breasts wobbling beneath her. The dazed and bewildered blonde’s right nipple
conspicuously tents the bright blue fabric of her blouse. In fact, the girl’s
sudden arousal is so blatantly obvious that Stevie in the control room zooms in
for a closeup on the girl’s nipple. He then pans to her face as the
overstimulated teen slowly licks her lips with an unconsciously erotic pass
with the tip of her tongue.
“This bitch
is gettin’ worked up now,” Carmine says with pleasure, his eyes boring holes in
the monitors before him.
Next, Tony
takes the hand that had been working so effectively on her breast, and slides
it slowly up Supergirl’s thigh until his long fingers are positioned right at
her crotch. Even as his one hand is shamelessly stretching out the bright red
fabric of her panties as his fingers gently flick and rub her clitoris, the
heavily-oiled fingers on his other hand begin to delicately stroke the crease
where her thigh and crotch meet, forcing Supergirl to focus her attention
entirely on her groin. Tony’s unwavering attentions there quickly become far
more than she can begin to resist in defiant silence.
“HUHNN....OHHH...WHAT...THE...HELL.....noohhhh...d...doh...don’t...do...ohhhhh....”
With her head overwhelmed by
a rush of unyielding pleasure from her loins, the stupified blonde collapses on
her forearms and pants heavily as Tony strokes and caresses her crotch without
a break.
“That feels
like pinwheels spinning in your cunt, I’ll bet, Supergirl.” The girl’s snatch
is awash with her juices now and Tony slides his forefinger deeply into her
unresisting hole.
“Mmmm...haahh.....”
she purrs as this new sensation, and the famous Maid of Steel pushes her pelvis
against Tony’s hand so his finger can drive deeper into her. She gives her head
a thrilled little shake and once again erotically glosses her soft pouted lips
with her tongue.
“I seem to
be getting you more excited than you expected to be, aren’t I , nipples?” The
mafia don is enjoying this sexual domination of his comely prize. He’s
especially delighted at the alarm and confusion he sees crossing Supergirl’s
sweaty face now and again between the throaty little gasps of pleasure. Tony
knew she would be thinking. She had obviously thought she’d be able to
withstand his mauling and fondling hands. She was Supergirl, after all, and
anal kryptonite dildo or not, she was not going turned on by a Mafia thug like
Tony Bonano in the least. He snickers softly to himself. What a naive little jerk.
Of course,
the shaking, moaning and panting teenager now so clearly aroused beside him
never suspected that the fruit juice she’d so eagerly drunk had been laced with
the most potent aphrodisiac formula ever created. It was a state-of-the-art
potion from a research project by a cohort of Tony’s who liked to be called The
Chemist. The potent brew contained everything necessary to not just render a
woman totally receptive to sexual stimuli, but to actively seek it out. The mix
employed a powerfully effective hypersynthesized combination of South American
herbs and anise, along with a concentrated liquified pheromone additive, plus a
newly discovered hydrolized oyster compound; all suspended in a near tasteless
alcohol base. Mixed in with a sweet juice, it just gives it a slightly
noticeable tang that packs a huge wallop in 15 to 30 minutes depending on the
constitution of the unsuspecting victim. Tony had been worried this Superbitch
was impervious to the stuff, and when more than 20 minutes had passed since she
had eagerly downed the stuff and the haughty cunt hadn’t begun to respond to
his manipulations, he thought he’d be forced to dip into his crack supply to
keep the training going. But now he knew he had this girl’s activated libido in
the palm of his hands. Certainly at this fingertips.
The moaning
blonde teenager gasps twice in quick succession as Tony circles his thumb
against the throbbing knob of her clit. “HOH......HOH......you...have to stop
that...i..can’t...can’t handle the f...feel...feeling...”
“But
Supergirl, you agreed to let me do whatever I want to your body, remember?”
“...yes...yes...but....never...thought...”
“Never
thought you’d succumb to your body’s need to experience pleasure? Now isn’t
that a little naive, my dear?”
“....never...felt
so....soo....ohhhh.....” Losing her train of thought, the helpless blonde’s ass
now droops under Tony’s constant stimulation. Her powerful young thighs are
sticky with trails of her feminine lust. Her panties have long since been
inundated with the scent of her absolute arousal. All the wet darkness
inundating her crotch has totally subverted any scent of urine that had been
there.
Suddenly,
Supergirl falls flat on her belly, and rolls over under the shocked Mafia don.
Before he can react, the famous Maid of Steel reaches up, grabs the horrified
man by his cheeks, rises up directly under him and kisses him with a wide open,
searching wet mouth. Her tongue entwines with his and she pulls the breath from
him with a passion and a burning desire that she can no longer control.
Immediately, Tony’s cock swells to a
rigid stiffness that makes him a little heady with his own passion. He lowers
himself against the writhing, panting blonde and she settles back against the
floor, still kissing him even as one of her hands leaves his face and travels
quickly to his crotch. She feels the hardness there and moans with pleasure at
the tool she has at her beck and call. Who is the predator and who is the prey
in this scenario?
Tony unzips his
pants and Supergirl eagerly pulls the large cock from out of his underpants.
The camera catches the incredible moment as Supergirl moans with unrestrained
debauchery as she lies back and spreads her legs for her Mafia conqueror.
Tony reaches
down and pulls the damp red satin crotch of Supergirl’s panties to the side.
Her vagina gleams in the light almost as brightly as her eyes as the eager
heroine watches Tony lower himself. With his dick held like a relay baton in
his fist, Tony gently rubs his penis along the pink, shiny pussy lips of the
nodding, excited blonde teenage girl beneath him. And then he stops. Ever the
predator, Tony Bonano speaks, albeit with a rough and lusty tone unusual for
him. “You want me to fuck you, Supergirl?”
Unaware of
the absolute humiliation she’s opening herself up to, the sexually supercharged
heroine grunts in total abdication to her need. “Oh, yeah!”
“My penis?
You want me to slide this long hard prick into your precious super snatch?”
Grinning like it’s a big joke between them, Tony continues to tease and arouse
the oblivious young blonde, still caressing her soft labia with the tip of his
cock. In her delirium, Supergirl, of course, falls for the bait and coos
obediently to her new lover, “YES, OH YES. PUT IT IN!”
“Man, oh
fucking man,” says Stevie in the control room, “I can’t fucking believe this is
happening.” He works the controls to the cameras with delight, zooming in here
and there as needed. Randy checks the sound levels. He turns them up a tad just
as Supergirl reaches up to Tony’s collar and pulls herself up to his ear. “I
really need your cock inside me now, Mr. Bonano,” she pleads in an easily heard
stage whisper, then licks all around his ear with a long slow pass of her wet,
pink tongue.
“Did you get
that, Randy? Please tell me you got her saying that?” Carmine implores.
“I got it,
Carmine.” Randy grins. “Supergirl ain’t never gonna live this down.”
“Well, then,
I’m all yours, Supergirl,” Tony says with a triumphant smile as he slides his
rock hard penis deep into the famous blonde teenage heroine’s pussy. The
well-endowed Bonano pushes the full length of his cock into Supergirl’s heavily
lubricated vagina until his balls press against the crotch of Supergirl’s
panties. The bright red costume pants, pulled unceremoniously to the side for
easy penetration, no longer protect the Maid of Steel’s precious feminine
treasures. But she’s too revved up on the powerful aphrodisiac to care.
“Mmmm....yess....that’s...nice....very...nice....”
She moans softly, lifting her legs and now wrapping them around Tony’s waist.
“Just what I needed,” she murmurs happily as her shiny red boots rest against
Tony’s back. “I think it’s time you use that thing for what it’s good for,
Tony. I can call you Tony now, right?”
“For now.
Sure.” Tony begins pumping his hips and the Maid of Steel actually yelps for
joy at the sensation. Then he raises his arm, makes a fist and circles it in
the air.
“That’s your
five minute notice, Mr Vega,” Stevie reminds the large Don.
“I’m well
aware of that, youngster. Your boss is a fuckin’ genius, by the way!”
Back in the
jail cell, Tony is hovering over Supergirl’s sprawled body, slowly sliding his
cock in and out of the teen’s pulsing vagina. His hands are all over her
blouse, squeezing and fondling her sensitive breasts as his hands stretch,
wrinkle and crush the famous emblem with rough, humiliating familiarity and a
callous disregard for all the honor and strength it represents. Supergirl
couldn’t care less at the moment. Lying on her back with her legs wrapped
around Tony’s waist, the heavily-drugged teen is moaning softly in total
abandon to her libido. Her head is turned sideways, her hands are thrown
backwards, her beautiful blue eyes peer out from under heavy lids in a
stupified erotic fog, even as her mouth forms a shockingly raunchy grin of
sexual satisfaction.
“Oohhhh....You’re
very good with that cock!” She pumps her pelvis twice and then grinds her hips
a bit.
Tony gasps
in delight at this surprising talent. “You’re...not so bad yourself.” He
withdraws slightly and, not wanting to lose control, distracts Supergirl by
pushing up on her bright blue blouse until it’s bunched in a circle and her
soft full breasts are completely exposed. “Let’s pay a little more attention to
these little ladies, shall we?”
“By all
means,” the giddy blonde giggles as Tony begins nibbling at her left tit,
biting softly around the aureola and licking the very tip of her nipple even as
his right hand cups her right breast and squeezes it firmly.
“AHHH...HMMM....OOHHHH...”
Supergirl arches her back in a helpless jolt of pleasure as Tony applies his
own talents to the moaning girl’s over sensitized body.
“...y...you’re...good... at everything....you do...” the blonde heroine murmurs
throatily.
“We do our
best.” Tony raises his hand in the air and points his forefinger skyward. The
one minute signal for Carmine. “Speaking of best, I think the best thing for
you, something that will give you a completely satisfying sexual experience is
having that gorgeous mouth of yours filled with cock. What do you think?”
“But I love
having your cock inside my pussy,” Supergirl pouts, her eyes swimming with
desire look deep into her man’s face for understanding. Tony gives the girl a
quick triple thrust with his hips and smiles as he watches her neck arch, her
eyes flutter and her mouth open in a gasp of sensual delight.
“Oh, my cock
isn’t going anywhere.”
“...g....good....”
the blonde girl murmurs softly as her neck relaxes, her face turns to the side
on the floor and she drools a little as the mighty teenage superheroine wallows
in a helpless haze of erotic bliss.
“But my
friend Carmine here is very good with his ‘tool’ too.” Tony gestures back
behind Supergirl’s head. She turns it slowly to see a large Italian man
standing over her in pale blue jogging apparel. He smiles down on her, but it
does not fill her with warmth.
“He is?” The
blonde teen looks doubtful. Tony, sensing this, reaches down and rubs the
distracted girl’s clitoris with a rapid rhythm that brings her head around and
locks her eyes on his smiling face as she gasps in unexpected joy. “OHHH!”
Continuing his quick fingering, Tony lowers his face and softly bites the
highly sensitized nipple of the heavily moaning girl.
“...ohhhh....mmmmm.....ahhh...”
Supergirl’s head settles back on the floor, her neck arched slightly, her mouth
open in erotic repture. Her legs are too weak to hold on to Tony’s waist right
now and she lets them slide off his body and splay lewdly off to either side of
him, knees resting against the cool stone.
“Come on,
Supergirl. What do you say, let’s give Carmine a shot.”
“...ohhh....ohh...okay....yes....”
Carmine,
kneeling behind the unwary blonde’s head, takes his cock out of the fly of his jogging
pants. It is not overly long but quite wide. He cautiously slides forward,
nestling his crotch against the top of Supergirl’s head and places the tip of
his penis against her quivering lips. Currently raised to a height of ecstacy
she had not fathomed possible by Tony’s thrusting, ticking and kissing,
Supergirl snakes her tongue out in an unconscious act of innate sexual need and
licks the tip of Carmine’s penis. It bobs on her face and she licks it again,
finding the slight saltiness of his dick pleasing. Another bob of the rigid
tool knocks against Supergirl’s lips. That’s enough of that!
The Maid of
Steel arches her neck slightly more and captures Carmine’s pecker in her lips
with a quick grab of her mouth. Pushing off the floor, she slowly works her
face backward, swallowing Carmine’s tool in her mouth with obvious pleasure.
“AHHWMMMM.”
Tony beams
in delight watching his friend Carmine’s eyes bulge in surprise and delight at
the warm mouth now slowly sucking on his cock. Cameras all around the room
capture the incredible scene as the famous Supergirl is sprawled out
shamelessly on the floor eagerly taking one man in her mouth while another is
pumping away at her pussy.
The thrill
of having Supergirl’s soft wet mouth surround his cock as her tongue begins to
lick lightly along his shaft makes
Carmine grunt with joy. “HUNH! Wow...who would have thought Supergirl would be
this good at blowjobs.”
The
hyperstimulated blonde is too engrossed to care about the absolute debasement
she is a party to. All her supercharged libido cares about is continuous sexual
gratification. And having her mouth and vagina filled with warm hard cocks puts
her in seventh heaven. Right along with her two captors. She bucks her hips in
rhythm with Tony as he his behind jerks and circles in his efforts to work his
cock in, out and around Supergirl’s love hole with every bit of skill he can
muster.
Meanwhile,
Carmine now gently holds Supergirl’s head in his palms, her hair overflowing
his hands as, upside down, she rocks her head back and forth, taking his member
deep into her throat and out, deep in and out with genuine enthusiasm at the
sensation this wide tool sends to her giddy brain. Her right hand fondles his
balls, squeezing and stroking them to further stimulate the man’s cock so it
fills her mouth to its full potential.
Drowned in
an aphrodisiac-driven flood of sexual desire, the girl in the world famous blue
and red costume draws both men deep into her with wildly spasming muscles of
her groin and face. Her shapely body writhes, wriggles and rocks against the
two men, her short red skirt flapping wildly as Tony bumps away with grunting
satisfaction. Supergirl’s bare breasts jiggle and bounce in the air with
enticing rhythms all their own. Carmine’s cock disappears and reappears like a
magic act the Girl of Steel has invented with her mouth. His face is strained,
flushed and smiling in a rictus of sexual fever he can barely control. Both men
look at each other and nod. Tony lifts his hand, holding up four fingers. They
were both close and the girl, obviously was too. Slowly, Tony folds each finger
down as he straightens his twisting hips and drives himself deeply into
Supergirl’s tight, pulsing pussy. His hand is under her arched back now,
pulling her closer to him and his mouth finds her breast, centering on the
nipple and biting it with rough abandon. Tony’s final finger folds down and it
all happens at once.
“AWWWMMMM”
Supergirl’s eyes flutter in untold ecstacy at Tony’s brilliant maneuver. The
heels of her bright red boots thump and jerk in staccato rhythm against the
floor in a helpless release of pleasure. Her arms, clad in the tight blue cloth
of her sweat-drenched costume reach up and enfold Tony in a desperate clinging
embrace. Coupled with the feel of Carmine’s firm hands holding her face tight
against his groin, his scent filling her nostrils with a heady confusion, the
overwhelmed blonde finally feels herself falling over the edge of some cliff in
paradise. Her body now freezes in a rushing torrent of ecstacy as both Carmine
and Tony fill her mouth and vagina with rushing jets of salty semen. Grunts,
pants and moans fill the air as Carmine grips the blonde head in his lap and
feels the constricting throat of the renowned Maid of Steel swallow his spunk
with eager grunts of pleasure. He pulls himself out of the surprised teen’s
throat and degradingly sprays jism all over her shocked face and hair. Why
would he do that when I was willing to swallow?
Suddenly,
Tony, too, pulls his penis roughly out of Supergirl’s tightly embracing vagina
and shoots his sticky white cum all over the front of her panties and her
skirt.
“What...why’re
you...doing this...” the frustrated blonde whines. Tony hoists himself to his
knees and slaps Supergirl’s face with a sudden swift forehand.
“UNGHH” Her
face rocks sideways in stunned disbelief. Tony then grabs the blue tangle of
cloth surrounding Supergirl’s upper chest and pulls her blouse down over her
naked tits, covering them with a harsh yank.
“Cover
yourself, you shameless whore!”
Bitter tears
leap to the wide stunned eyes of the flabbergasted girl.
“...don’t...understand....”
“Why does
that not surprise me?” Tony looks at the girl with total contempt. Searching
his eyes, Supergirl slowly begins to swim her way out of the ocean of sexual
frenzy that she’d been drowning in.
From behind
her, Carmine suddenly grabs a handful of the sweaty, stringy blonde hair spread
out in a tangle before him. He leans forward and drops his semen-coated cock on
Supergirl’s cheek and rubs it all over her face, leaving slick trails of cum on
her chin, forehead and nose. He straightens up on his knees, tucks his prick
back into his fly and stands up.
“You
actually have a shred of talent at sucking cock, Supergirl. Keep it up. Shows
promise.” Carmine walks out of the room smiling away and out of sight from the
horrified young heroine lying on the floor, who’s just now realizing the
absolute disgrace she has become. The aphrodisiac’s effects have been dispelled
by time and this mortifying attack.
“OHH....NO...NOO...RAO...NOOOOOOOO!”
Supergirl screams and curls up in a ball, wanting to shut out the world. To
crawl away and die somewhere, somehow. She’d been so badly tricked, so
cavalierly used, and so thoroughly dishonored she knew she’d never be the same
inside. Her very soul shrinks at the shame of all the acts she’s now recalling,
all the humiliations, all the wanton and degrading sexual desires she’d
exhibited. She shakes but does not cry. This was beyond tears. This was hell!
Tony stares
down at the fetal shape on the floor at his feet. The mighty Supergirl, silent,
depressed, near catatonic. He believed he could crush her spirit with this
training session. Clearly he had succeeded. The rest would be child’s play.
With the dildo, the supply of crack he’d be dosing her with and the variety of
sexual devices he had planned for her, this teenage heroine was going to be a
well-disciplined crack whore in just a week or so. And Tony was going to enjoy
it tremendously. The incredible profits he’d realize would be icing on the
cake.
Now he had
one final point he wants to make in this training session. He needs to show
Supergirl that reacting with any kind of violence against Tony or anyone else
he introduced her to would be totally unacceptable. He reaches down and yanks
hard on Supergirl’s hair, hoisting the listless blonde heroine to her knees.
“It’s not
sleepy time quite yet, pumpkin,” Tony snarls.
“..huh...whut
now...? Lethargic and withdrawn, Supergirl’s eyes open is fuzzy confusion as
she wobbles precariously before Tony, wondering what he wanted from her now.
“That little
punch of yours to my nuts earlier today, Superslut. NOT ACCEPTABLE!” Tony
screams in the girl’s face and her eyebrows rise in confusion. Was that
today?
“...what....when...i...don’t...rememb....HUNNNFFFF!”
Tony buries his rock hard fist into the kneeling girl’s abdomen and she
instantly folds over like a cheap cot, falling face first on the floor in a
gasping wheezing hump of blue and red.
“Thought
you’d be tricky, huh, you pathetic excuse for a champion.” More hair is yanked
and the dazed blonde is pulled from a gasping coil of tired muscles to her
knees once more.
“...dhun’t...”
slurs the breathy teen, weakly putting her palm out to fend off her attacker.
Tony yanks
Supergirl’s hair so she bends backwards, her entire body exposed as her palm
waves pathetically in the air in front of her.
“Let’s see
if you like a taste of your own medicine, champ.” Holding her off-balance and easily by-passing the outstretched hand,
Tony drives his fist into Supergirl’s crotch.
“GUHHNN.”
Her face goes white with a painful grunt as Tony releases her hair. The
defenseless heroine collapses forward in a limp-wristed swoon, her forehead
thudding against the floor. Her shoulders collapse and Supergirl topples
sideways in an inelegant sprawl. The teenager that the unsuspecting world
worships like a goddess lies in a tangled heap on the floor of a secret Mafia
jail cell. Her skirt has flipped up to her waist, her cum-stained panties are
showing, her blouse with its yellow and red insignia is all askew in a wrinkled
mess, she’s got obvious streaks of cum marking her worn face and thighs like a
badge of dishonor and her cape is thrown haphazardly over a chair across the
room.
“....ohhhhhh....”
The moaning blonde tries to focus. So many painful bruises assail her
consciousness. With the glowing kryptonite-filled dildo buried in her, there’s
no way for the Maid of Steel’s incredible healing powers to work. She knows she
can’t escape. She’s got to try to think how to make Tony stop this beating.
“How does
that feel, champ? Hurts doesn’t it?” Once again, the angry Mafia don pulls the
grimacing teen hero to her knees, this time by her collar. “Want another?”
“No....don’t...”
she grunts, wavering on wobbly knees before him, her head hanging low.
“Oh, that’s
right, I forgot. You prefer a loving touch, Superslut.” Without a shred of
resistance from the once mighty heroine, Tony slides his hand under the famous
blouse and crudely mauls her breast. There’s no refinement here. This is an act
of debasement pure and simple. The palms squeezes her tit into a thick wad of
flesh. Then presses it flat and hard against her chest, then squeezes it again
like a lump of Playdoh. “Yeah, that’s what gets Supergirl hot. Playing on these
luscious bongos. Ain’t that right, sugar?”
Supergirl
bites her lip and groans in despair. The pain was manageable. The memory of
what this man had done to her body, of what she had liked under his once gentle
hands, that is a torture that wracks the girl’s body with guilt. She whines,
her ego blasted to nothing.
“And, of
course, no slut worth the name can say no to a nice cunt rubbing, right,
queenie?” Again, without the hint of defense, Supergirl sags by her stretched
collar before the dominating man as he sticks his hand down the front of her
panties and rubs his palm all around her crotch like he’s looking for loose
change.
“AAHHH...OWWW...”
the grimacing girl yelps at the indelicate probing and prodding of a dry
forefinger at her sore and overworked clitoris.
“What? You a
little too tender to go to work right now, Superslit?”
“...eeehnn...hu...hurts....”
whimpers the dangling teen. Tears now fill her eyes again. The disgrace. The
pain. The hopelessness.
“It supposed
to hurt, nimrod. So does a shot to the nuts! I’m trying to make a point here
that your tiny little blonde cranium can retain, Supergirl. You take another
swipe at me or my men and you’ll wish you were dead. You won’t be dead, since
you’re worth too much to us alive. But you’ll sure wish you were dead. Is that
clear enough for a big time Superheroine like you to remember?”
“...uh...huh...”
“What? I
can’t hear you, beautiful.”
“..Yes...”
“Yes what,
cunt?”
“...yes.
Yes, Mr. Bonano, sir.” Dangling by her collar in Tony’s tight grip, Supergirl
sags on trembling knees, totally spent. Mentally vanquished, the girl is a
shocking portrait of humbling defeat. If he weren’t holding her, Tony wouldn’t
believe it himself. He’d truly done it!
“Fabulous!”
He releases the girl’s collar and she sags to the floor with knees spread wide,
resting her butt on her thighs, wavering in circles in dizzy exhaustion. “Now
get on the table, Supergirl, so I can strap you back in for the next training
lesson.
“...soo...weak....too...weak...”
she mumbles, swaying on her knees in a stunned stupor.
“It’s always
something with you, Supergirl. Say, I know, I can have Randy help you. Would
you like that?”
The
bedraggled blonde’s head comes up in slow awareness. “...rhandy...?...no..not
him...”
“Well then,
get up on the table, champ. You can do it, you’re the one and only Supergirl,
right?”
The
miserable young girl pushes her rear end away from the backs of her thighs and
gets to all fours. Slowly, she crawls across the floor to the table five feet
away. Tony watches Supergirl’s cum stained panties shimmer in the light as her
exposed ass wobbles noticeably beneath her skirt. The cameras record the
humiliating crawl of shame from every angle: the drooping breasts under the
disheveled blouse, the head hung in humiliation, the whitish streaks of dried
cum on her thighs. Maybe even the teardrop gliding down the semen-coated cheeks
of the demoralized heroine.
With a
mighty effort, Supergirl reaches up to the tabletop when she finishes her
crawl. She hoists herself up, standing on trembling legs for merely a second
before she grabs the far side of the table and pulls herself onto it with a
clumsy grunt. She turns her body slowly until she’s spread out on the tablepad,
her legs splayed on the V-shaped back end and her arms resting on the open
leather shackles at the front end. She turns her head facing the wall away from
Tony and her cheek presses into the tablepad with the weight of the world
pressing down on the beautiful defeated superheroine. Supergirl sighs deeply
and then, mentally and physically exhausted, she slips into sleep even before
Tony finishes buckling the straps around her arms and legs.
End of
Chapter 7
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