(Supergirl is owned by DC Comics/Time Warner, Spellbinder by Harmony Communications, and Vladi the Wizard and his minions by the writer. Story is an adaption of several Yahoo Instant Messenger chat role-play with the ever fun and charming Spellbinder. It has been a long long time since I have written anything like this, so I thought I would give it a go (for those that were getting tired of my chats and wondered if I could do anything else other than those). What do they say, write what you like? Well, yes... I do like to write out moans and groans because thus I can "hear them in my mind". I hope you (the reader) do not mind.

Party Favors

by Vladi the Wizard

Part One

"Uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... Oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Supergirl moaned weakly as she slowly spun upside down in the middle of the men who had defeated and captured her and were now torturing her. 

The athletic blonde beauty was bound helplessly with kryptonite chains, and hung by her ankles from the ceiling of an unknown villains hideout where she had been taken after her capture, and then suspended upside down in the middle of a number of kryptonite ray projectors, which bathed her spectacular body in a steady and continual green glow of kryptontic light. 

"Ahhhhhhh... pl... please.... oohhhhh... sooo... *gasp* ... weak... Uuuhhhhh... stop," the tormented superheroine begged as she writhed slowly in the middle of the projectors. She tried to pull against the kryptonite chains which bound her wrists behind her, with the chain then encircling her lean muscular waist which held her wrists locked to the small of her back, but she was too weak to do anything more than slowly rotate herself in her inverted suspension.

Supergirl could do little but react and moan to the effects of the green kryptonite energy which was deadly to Kryptonians, as it was a radioactive fragment of her dead and destroyed planet. Of the many different types of kryptonite, green was the one that made her the weakest, and caused her the most pain, and thus was the type that her enemies mostly used against her.

She could see the men in the shadows, quietly watching her. She could not make them out, as she was in the middle of the light, and they were in the darkness. But, she could tell that they were excited and most probably aroused by the sight of her, and her distress. After her defeat, they had stripped her of her short red cape, but left the rest of her costume of red sock boots, red booty shorts, and blue long sleeve crop top intact.

"Oooooooooooooohhhhh.... Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh," Supergirl moaned again. She couldn't help herself. The green kryptonite energy bathed her entire body from head to toe, and there was nothing she could do to avoid it. She could see the men shifting before her through her half-lidded eyes, and she could see from one's movements that he was masturbating to the sight of her peril. The thought of that disturbed her. She was not naive enough to believe that she did not cause men to be sexually stimulated by her. Indeed, that is why she enjoyed to wear such brief and revealing outfits. She knew that she was the vision of female perfection in the flesh, and was not adverse to reveling in her power over men in showing off her amazing body. Her costume was skimpy enough to bare much of her muscular body, yet covered her particular feminine charms. Of course, most of her costume was so tight about her body that there was little left to one's imagination as to what her body was like under the blue and red material.

"Nooooo... stop... uhhhhhh... stop this... aaaahhhhhhhhh... you must... ooohhhh," Supergirl gasped out as she slowly turned before the men. The way that she was bound made sure that her chest thrust outwards so that her breast framed 'S' emblem was prominent to the eyes of her captors. The upside down suspension by her ankles showed off her long sexy muscular legs, which were covered in a light sheen of sweat which the green light of the kryptonitic beams shone off of. Her eyes again returned to the dark figure who was masturbating. She wanted to look away, but she was oddly compelled to watch. She wondered if it was because of the pain of the kryptonite that was disorientating her to cause her mind to wander to things that she normally avoids. Was this a manner of psychological torture as well as physical torture the helpless superheroine wondered.

Supergirl felt so very weak and sore from the continual bombardment of her body from the kryptonite rays. On one hand she wanted to stay as still as possible and just allow the darkness of unconsciousness to take her, but on the other hand she felt a need to try to battle what was happening to her. She had a feeling that the men who had defeated her and captured her had known exactly how much kryptonite to bind her with, and with just how much of the green energy to bathe her with to keep her in a state of semi-consciousness. It was apparent to her, as she detected another man now masturbating to the sight of her, that having her in this condition of still being able to move, and to moan, aroused them and thus she feared that this is how they would keep her.

"Why... ooohhhhh... *gasp*... why are... aahhhhhhhh... you doing this.... Uuugghhhhh... to me....," she moaned to those watching her. She had not gotten any response from any of them so far, and she seriously doubted that she would. At least, no verbal communications from them. As it was, their movements and what they implied within the shadows spoke volumes. 

"Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Supergirl moaned as she shifted her long legs under the tight kryptonite chains which encircled her red booted ankles, trying to give some relief to the feeling of the links that she could feel pressing against her through the material of her red knee high boots. The movement causing her tight short shorts to rub against her sex in a manner which was oddly stimulating. She knew that it was partly because of her lose of her invulnerability from the kryptonite, which made her more susceptible to physical sensations, especially of a sexual nature. She arched her head back which caused her long blonde hair to toss about under her as she tried to ignore that sudden intensive influx of sensations, her movement causing her to face another man, who had become the third shadow to start to masturbate to her kryptonic bondage.

The superheroine felt that she was getting closer to losing her grip on reality because of the pain of the kryptonite, and the sensations that she was experiencing, which seemed to be getting worse the longer that she was dangling in her state. She tried to explain to herself that it was the blood that was pounding in her head from the upside down suspension mixed with the vulnerability she was experiencing because of the kryptonite's influence. She felt it harder and harder to keep her eyes open, and that time was slipping away from her.

"uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Supergirl moaned as she slowly and weakly swayed before the men. She was surrounded by heavy breathing, and all the shadows were active around her as her captors were ALL now pleasuring themselves to the sight and sounds of the helpless superheroine. Supergirl felt so very weak, and her body felt so very heavy, not just from the weakness of the kryptonite, but from the chains around her waist and wrists, as well.

How many men were there? Supergirl didn't know, and couldn't guess. There were enough. And all of them were sexually aroused and jacking off to her kryptonite torture. Her mind drifted and wandered as she moaned and slowly squirmed under the relentless beams. She could not concentrate on anything longer than a few seconds before another sensation of green pain washed through her body. The pain at least told her that she was still alive, and that as long as she lived, there was hope for her to escape this torment. But, she was weak, and helpless, and she could see no way out of this defeat without help from someone. The green fades to black ...

"Ummmmmmmpppphhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmm," Supergirl moans as she blinks awake to feeling something invading her mouth. She is still upside down and so very weak and in a daze from the continual kryptonic radiation, but it doesn't take her long to discover that it is the penis of one of her captor's that he has shoved into her mouth. Her head goes back and she feels his hands on her body, to keep her in the proper angle as she weakly mews along and over the hard cock that is pressing deeper into her mouth. Supergirl's tongue slides over the top of the cock from the glans to the shaft as she tries to keep from choking. She is too weak to even consider biting down on the man's member, as she is finding it hard to find the strength to move her jaw as she dangles helplessly in the man's grasp.

"Mmmmmmppppphhhhhhhhh.... uuummmmmmmmmfffffffffffff," the superheroine weakly moans as the man starts to shift his hips, his own moans of pleasure filling the green around her. She doesn't know how many men were in the room, and wonders if every one of them will have their way with her like this one is. She closes her eyes and feels herself moistening, and her nipples hardening, glad in a way that she is upside down so that she cannot be seen to blush at her reactions, as she is already red in the face from her suspension.

"Mmmmmmmmoooouuuummmmmmmmppppphhhhhhh," Supergirl moaned as the man finally came into her mouth. Her eyes were closed and she was just now concentrating on keeping breathing, and instinctively started to swallow in order to keep her airway clear. When she finished she could feel the cock being removed from her mouth, and she just barely had time to take a deep breath when it was replaced by another. Moaning again, she accepted the new penis into her mouth and unconsciously moved her tongue around it in order to maintain some passage of air. At least, that was what she was trying to tell herself as she felt time slipping away in the agony of the green light that she was in.

Indeed, she had lost track of time, and how many men had used her mouth, when Supergirl's attention was gathered by a new sound to the side. She was still held in place by the man who was using her mouth to orally pleasure him, but was able to look to the side with one eye to see a light shining into the dark room, realizing that it was a doorway. Her sight adjusted and she saw a figure standing in the doorway. Was it her rescue??