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The following story contains adult themes such as bondage and
non-consensual sex. If you are offended by this kind of stuff or
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Supergirl Fallen

Citizen Bane

1. The Capture

    At first it seemed just like one of those average nights.
Supergirl was patrolling in the sky above Metropolis when she
heard someone crying out for help. Following the source, she
landed in a dimly-lit alley where she saw a middle-aged man,
dressed smartly in a business suit, being held up by three men in
ski-masks.

    "Help!" the man shouted when he saw Supergirl.

    "Shut up!" One of the men raised his arm as if he was about
to hit him with the butt of his gun. "Stop!" His two companions
pointed their guns at Supergirl just when she was about to jump
upon them. 'Oh, give me a break,' Supergirl thought to herself.
Crooks just have to do that, no matter how well-known it is that
bullets can't hurt her.

    "Let that man go!" she said firmly, "before you do anything
that you'll regret...very soon!" She almost sighed when one of
the men aimed at her and fired twice. Then, slightly surprised at
how silent the gun was, she looked and saw that instead of
bullets, two darts were fired at her. Just as well, she thought
as she tried to block the shots with her arms. "Ouch!" she cried
out, less because of the pain than the surprise that the two
darts could actually hurt her. She looked down and saw that each
of her forearms was pierced by a dart. The wound was not deep,
and as she was about to pull the darts out a weakness swept her
over. Kryptonite! Supergirl thought in horror as she struggled to
steady herself by leaning against the wall. The three men were
now approaching, leaving the business man behind, who was now
laughing victoriously.

    "It worked!" he exclaimed, "marvelous!"

    "Stay away!" Supergirl cried out with her remainingstrength.

    "And what are you going to do if we don't? You stupid cunt!"
one of the men said. 'Yes, I was stupid,' Supergirl scolded
herself before she finally collapsed onto the ground. The three
men surrounded Supergirl cautiously. One of them took out a pair
of metal cuffs and attached them to her wrists, binding her arms
behind her back. The cuffs must be made of Kryptonite too, as she
was feeling even weaker now, barely able to keep herself
conscious. Although she was already totally defenseless, the man
still took out a long metal chain and began to wind it around her
body.

    "Oh...." Supergirl could not suppress her moan as she felt
her strength being drained from her.

    "Get her into the van, quick!" The man in the suit said as he
approached. As the men grabbed her Supergirl could see a van
parked at the end of the alley. The doors at the back opened, but
she couldn't see who's inside. "It is marvelous, isn't it?" the
man in the suit said as they carried her towards the van.

    "Perrrfect, just perrrrfect..." Supergirl heard a familiar
voice answer before she finally passed out. When Supergirl came
around, she found herself in what looked like a lab. She was
lying on the floor, with her arms still cuffed behind her back.
Much to her horror, her tunic was gone, and she was now totally
naked except for the chain wound around her body. They must have
tightened it after removing her tunic, as she could now feel it
squeezing her tightly, forcing her firm breasts to stand out even
more. Then the door of the room opened. Looking up, she saw the
three men walking in. They were not longer wearing masks, and
Supergirl blushed as she saw their lustful expression as they
eyed her body hungrily. Following them was the man in the suit,
accompanied by - as Supergirl expected - Catwoman.

    "So how's our lovely crime-fighter doing?" Catwoman purred.

    "Let, let me go!" Supergirl shouted angrily. She knew that
this was a useless thing to say, but being chained-up all naked
in front of her enemies, she felt totally vulnerable and unsure
of herself.

    "Go? Why? You've just arrived! Don't you like it here?"
Catwoman asked in mocked surprise.

    "No!" Supergirl retorted.

    "Oh, I'm soooooo sorry!" Catwoman said. "C'mon guys, go make
our guest comfortable." At her words the three men grabbed
Supergirl, sat her up on the floor and began fondling her. Each
of them was over six feet tall and very well- built. Supergirl
protested as their ran their strong hands all over her body.

    "No! Let go of me!" The Krptonite had weakened the control of
her willpower over her body, and now, much to her shame, it was
responding to these men's caresses. Her nipples stood up and her
hips began wriggling when one man reached down between her legs
and rubbed her pussy.

    "Now, that's better," Catwoman said as she sat down on a
chair. "By the way," she said to Supergirl, who was by now
gasping with excitement, "aren't you at least a bit curious how
we managed to get you?"

    "No!" Supergirl snapped in defiance.

    "Well, doctor," said Catwoman as she turned lazily towards
the well- dressed man, "the youngsters these days just have no
incentive to learn! No wonder you quit your job at the
university." Supergirl looked at the man. He could be in his late
forties, but his hair and his beard were almost all white. He was
looking at her, with no apparent emotion on his face.

    "Yes, you're right," he said, "they have no understanding of
the value of science."

    "To make a long story short," Catwoman went on as she turned
back to face Supergirl, "doctor Rancor here is just your regular
mad scientist," she said giggling, "except that he has one verrry
interesting invention, which is the technology to produce alloys
of Kryptonite and various kinds of metals. You see, those chains
and cuffs that look so lovely on you are made from Kryptonite

alloys. Are you following me, darling?" Asked Catwoman teasing as
she saw that Supergirl was by now trembling with excitement under
the fondling of her henchmen.

    "Wh, why are you d--doing this?" Supergirl asked, panting
heavily.

    "Well, first of all, imagine the profit it will bring, not by
getting a patent for this of course," Catwoman purred, "but
imagine how many bank robbers would be willing to share a portion
of their profit when they can be guaranteed that their operation
will be free from the hassle of you and Superman. Who knows,
maybe one day we can make you their assistant!"

    "N--no! Never!" Supergirl cried out in dismay.

    "Don't worry, darling," Catwoman went on, "this is not our
priority right now. We are rather more interested in turning you
into something else, which is the reason I was invited in, as it
seems to be my area of expertise..." Kneeling down in front of
Supergirl, Catwoman ran her fingers along Supergirl's body,
causing her to tremble even more. Brushing off the hand of her
henchman, she began toying with Supergirl's clit.

    "Ah..." Supergirl could no longer suppress her moan under
Catwoman's skillful hand.

    "However, I suspect that this," she said menacingly as she
inserted her finger into Supergirl's wet cunt, "is the good
doctor's real motive behind the whole project, isn't it, doctor?"
She asked, giggling.

    Dr Rancor just smiled, "and what about you yourself, what's
your real motive?" he asked Catwoman teasingly.

    "Let's just say I enjoy helping people, especially those with
interesting plans involving my favorite crime fighters. Besides,
you're going to let me use her for my own purposes, aren't you?
We had an agreement."

    "Yes, of course," Dr Rancor answered, chuckling. At this
point Supergirl came. Although she had been listening to the
horrible fate that awaited her, she just couldn't control her
body and was soon coming with her hips grinding eagerly against
Catwoman's hand.

    "Oh, oh, no," she moaned.

    "No? I'm sure she means more. C'mon boys, give it to her,"
Catwoman said as she stood up. The three men began undressing.
Feeling even weaker after her orgasm, Supergirl closed her eyes
and turned her head away. "C'mon, look at them!" said Catwoman as
she grabbed Supergirl's head and forced her to face them. "I
handpicked them myself. See how big and beautiful their cocks
are!" Supergirl gasped in horror as she saw that every of the
them had a cock of at least nine inches long.

    "No!" she cried out as the first man grabbed her legs and
spread them. His cock was now pointing menacing at her blond
pussy, which was still glistening with her juices. "Now, take
this, Super-slut!" He said as he began to ease in. "NooooooOH!
Ah!" Supergirl cried out as she felt her pussy being stretched by
the huge cock. Inch after inch he pushed into her, and it seemed
like it would never end. Finally his entire length was buried in
her pussy. Supergirl was shaking all over, panting. Catwoman
signaled and the man began pumping. Slowly at first, he began to
increased his tempo.

    "Ah! Ah! Ah!" Supergirl cried out as her entire body rocked
with each of his thrusts, her breasts heaving back and forth. She
cried out even louder as he grabbed her breasts and used them as
handles to pull her towards him to meet his thrusts. Within
seconds she came violently. She could no longer control herself.
She was moaning loudly, her head was tossing, and her body
squirmed wantonly as much as her bonds would allow her to. The
man went on, and soon she was taken by another powerful orgasm.
She was coming for the third time when the man finally came,
shooting his cum deep inside her.

    "Pl...please...no...more" Supergirl pleaded feebly as she saw
the second man approach. Ignoring her pleas, he turned her over
so that she was now lying facedown on her knees and stomach,
squashing her breasts under her body. "Oh!" Supergirl cried out
as he entered her with one deep thrust. Grabbing her thighs, he
began fucking her roughly. This had not prevented Supergirl from
feeling aroused again and she came twice before he finally came.
She came three more times when the third man fucked her. After
that, she was totally exhausted. Panting, she laid on the floor
with her legs spread. Her body was covered with sweat, her thighs
were wet with her juices, and cum was oozing out of her pussy.

    "So..." Catwoman purred as she sat down next to Supergirl,
"how do you like my studs, darling? Would you like another round
with them?"

    "N--no, please..." Supergirl pleaded, her defiance now gone.

    "Tell me, did you have fun?" Getting no answer from
Supergirl, Catwoman turned to her henchmen. "Well, boys, it looks
like our lovely guest didn't have a good time after all, so maybe
you'd better entertain her again..."

    "No!" Supergirl pleaded, she couldn't bear to be touched by
those men again. "Y-yes, I had a g-good time..." she said,
blushing with shame.

    "Goooooood..." Catwoman purred as she and her henchmen helped
Supergirl up. Holding her by her arms, they kept her kneeling on
the floor. "In that case, shouldn't you thank your host?"

    "Th-thank you," Supergirl said feebly, needing nopersuasion.

    "Hmmmm... I think that's not enough," Catwoman said, stroking
Supergirl's breasts.

    "Wh-what?" Supergirl asked, dazed. She soon realized what
Catwoman meant as Dr Rancor came over and unzipped his trousers,
showing her his erect cock, which was pointing right at her nose.
Immediately, she turned her head away. She had never given head
before, and the thought of doing this to the man who had captured
and tormented her made her sick.

    "C'mon, darling," said Catwoman as she gave Supergirl's
nipple a pinch, "show your host a little gratitude or we'll have
to start all over again." Supergirl could feel the tears swelling
in her eyes. But she still had her pride and didn't want to give
her captors their final victory. Closing her eyes, she opened her
mouth.

    "No, look at it, slut!" Catwoman hissed as she pinched
Supergirl's nipple again. "Yes, that's right." She encouraged as
Supergirl followed her instruction. "Now, lick it... Yes, and now
kiss the tip... I said kiss it! Good, now take it into that
lovely mouth. Yes, yes, all the way, all the way, and use your
tongue..." Soon Supergirl was sucking on Dr Rancor's cock with
her head bobbing back and forth as Catwoman whispered
instructions into her ears. She could taste Dr Rancor's precum,
reminding her of what was going to follow.

    "Make sure you swallow every drop or you'll regret it,"
Catwoman warned her, as if reading her mind. Almost immediately,
Dr Rancor began shooting his cum into her mouth. "If your master
wants to come on that pretty face of yours, he will let you know.
You've got no right to decide. You're just a slut," said Catwoman
as she watched Supergirl struggle to swallow every drop of Dr
Rancor's cum. "Hmmmm.... Not bad for a novice," said Catwoman
said she patted Supergirl on the head. "Now let's get you cleaned
up first. You're such a mess."

    Supergirl lowered her head in shame. She knew she must look
like a mess now, and she was glad that she was finally given a
shower. Even her beautiful blonde hair was all matted to her
face. Catwoman's henchmen carried her to a small cubicle in a
corner of the lab. They removed the chain, uncuffed her and then
re-cuffed her to a hook on the wall, making her stand up
straight. Using a hose, the men washed her with hot water and
soap. They handled her roughly, as if they were washing an
animal.

    Supergirl went through this quietly, with her eyes closed and
her head down. She was still too weak to fight back. Next, they
dried her with a towel and led her back to the center of the lab.
There was a large examination table and she was made to lie on
it. Quickly, her wrists and ankles were secured with cuffs
attached to the four corners of the table.

    "Wh-what do you want?" Supergirl asked Dr Rancor and Catwoman
as they stood next to her.

    "We're going to give you some jewelry to put on," said
Catwoman laughing, "a little welcome gift." Dr Rancor took out a
little box from his pocket. He opened it and held it above
Supergirl's face, and she could see that there were five metal
rings inside. "They're made of Kryptonite-platinum alloy,"
Catwoman purred, "and guess where they're going?" Supergirl
watched in horror as Dr Rancor took out a piercing gun and put
the first ring in.

    "No! Nooooooo!" She cried out and tucked madly at her bonds
when Catwoman began pinching her left nipple gently until it
became erect. Then Dr Rancor placed the gun against it. Catwoman
was staring at Supergirl's face at the time, and she laughed as
she saw the fear in Supergirl's eyes. Dr Rancor pressed the
trigger and there was a light hiss as the ring bit home.

    "Nooooooo!" Supergirl screamed as she felt the ring pierced
her nipple. Her whole body strained against the bonds. Dr Rancor
and Catwoman waited until Supergirl's spasms had subsided before
they went on. "Oh, please, no," she pleaded feebly when Dr Rancor
placed the gun against her right nipple. He pressed the trigger
again, drawing another cry from the super heroine. He stood back
to behold his work: the white, round globes of Supergirl's
breasts were now red with the rough handling that they had
received, and the two pink nipples topping them were now
decorated by two shiny silvery rings, making them even more
desirable. He made a mental note to tit-fuck her sometime in the
future, but now he had to complete his work.

    Supergirl whimpered as she felt the gun at her pussy. Her
nipples felt like they were on fire, and she didn't know whether
it was just because of the piercings or their Kryptonite content.
She closed her eyes, preparing herself for the worst. Dr Rancor
began with the left lip. When he pressed the trigger, Supergirl
let out a long wail of pain and despair which echoed in the room.
Quickly, Dr Rancor pierced her other lip, drawing another cry
from her. After he was done, Supergirl was still shaking. "Oh,
oh," she moaned and writhed in pain.

    "We're not done yet, darling," Catwoman purred as she came
over. "Now it's my turn. I prefer to do it in a more personal
way." By this time Supergirl was too weak to protest. With a pair
of pincers Catwoman pulled up Supergirl's navel slightly, and
pierced it with a long needle. Then, she replaced the needle with
the last alloy ring.

    "She looks adorable, doesn't she?" Catwoman asked as they
stood around the table and watched Supergirl squirm in pain. The
piercing hurt a lot more because of the Kryptonite content in the
alloy. And while the content wasn't high enough to burn
Supergirl's skin, the rings would continue to cause her
discomfort even after the piercings have healed.

    "One final touch," said Dr Rancor as he took out a leather
collar and four leather cuffs. "The buckles are made of the alloy
too," he explained to Supergirl as he proceeded to put them on
her, "together with the rings, they will stop you from using any
of your super power. They can be removed whenever we want, and
with the rings alone, you'll still be able to fly. The rings, on
the other hand, are permanent. So I guess you can kiss your super
strength goodbye," he said, chuckling.

    "No!" Supergirl cried out in dismay.

    "I'm sorry darling, but I'm afraid what the doctor said is
true," Catwoman purred, "but don't worry, we'll find a new role
for you. From now on, you're no longer Supergirl, you're
Superslut!" she exclaimed, and everyone burst into laughter. "No!
I won't let you do this to me!" Supergirl protested. "Well..."
Catwoman purred, "we'll find out about that verrrry soon. Now,
boys, take Superslut to her room!"

    Catwoman's henchmen led Supergirl to her cell by a leash
attached to her collar. Her cell was in the basement of the
building. It was a small cell with metal bars on all sides, and
looked more like a cage than a room. Supergirl was feeling very
weak after the piercing, and didn't offer any resistance as she
was pushed into her cell.

    "Get some rest, slut!" One of the henchmen said when he bound
her arms together in front of her by locking the two cuffs
together. He then attached the end of the leash to a metal bar of
the cell. "Catwoman gave the order that no one can touch you
tonight, but after that, anyone here and come and play with you!
So you'd better get yourself ready for it!" he said before they
left. After they were gone, Supergirl looked down at herself.
Thanks to her superhuman metabolism, the bruises and marks on her
body were already beginning to fade, and the piercings were
already healing. But what couldn't be changed were the five rings
on her body that clearly reminded her of her ordeal as well as
what was to come. As she thought of this, she couldn't hold back
anymore and began sobbing. Unknown to her, Catwoman was watching
all this through a hidden camera, and she smiled contentedly as
she watched Supergirl cry herself to sleep.


Supergirl Fallen 2. The Initiation



    Supergirl was woken up by the footsteps of her prison guards.
She tried moving her limbs and realized that she had regained
some of her strength. Although she could no longer use her super
power, she still had the strength of a fit, young woman. Maybe
there's a chance that she could escape, she thought. Her
piercings weren't causing her as much pain as they first did, but
they continued to irritate her, causing her nipples to remain
erect.

    Her hopes dimmed a little when she saw the guards. There were
six of them, and there was no way that she could take on them
all. In her mind Supergirl scolded herself for relying too much
on her super powers in the past. If she could get out of here she
would certainly get more training in kick boxing. If only she
could get out of here....

    "I see that you're awake," the leader of the guards said.
"Let's get you ready for your first day. Come here, Superslut,
give me a blow job," he said as he pulled her closer by tucking
at her leash.

    "No!" Instinctively Supergirl reacted, trying to pull back.

    "Good! Resistance! I like that!" the man said chuckling. "Hey
guys, let's try our new toys!" At this point Supergirl noticed
that each of them was holding a stick of about four feet long,
with a needle of about an inch long at one end.

    "Yes," the man said to Supergirl as he raised his stick and
pointed it at her, "the needle is made with your favorite
substance, only this time it has a higher content. Wanna give it
a try?" Supergirl had her eyes on the needle and was trying to
avoid it when another man caught her by surprise and jabbed her
thigh with his stick. "Ouch!" Supergirl cried out of the pain. As
the man said, it hurt much worse. Immediately as she was
distracted, the first man reached out and jabbed her on her right
breast, drawing an even louder cry from her. As she ducked to the
left, a third man caught her on her left arm. This was
immediately followed by a stab at her right buttock.

    "Oh! Ah! Ah!" Supergirl was almost hysterical. With her
movements restricted by the leash on her collar, all she could do
was to moved her cuffed hands up and down to cover her delicate
breasts and pussy, while the men poked repeatedly at her arms,
her back, her thighs and her buttocks. Occasionally a guy managed
to take a jab at her breasts, and this would be followed by
cheers from the whole team and a howl of agony from the young
super heroine. Finally Supergirl couldn't take it anymore. She
fell down onto the ground, curled up like a baby, buried her head
in her arms, and moaned and writhed as the men continued to
torture her.

    "Ah! Ah! Ah! Please! Stop! Please!" She finally cried out.

    "Now," the leader said, laughing, "are you ready to
cooperate?"

    "Y-yes," Supergirl answer feebly.

    "Yes, sir," the man corrected her, emphasizing his words with
a jab on her thigh.

    "Ouch! Y-yes, sir," the defeated Supergirl repeated after
him.

    "Now get up on your hands and knees. Over here!" With her
head lowered, Supergirl got on her hands and knees and crawled
towards him until she was right in front of him. The man unzipped
and stuck his erect cock into the cell through the metal bars.
"Suck it, slut!" Seeing that she hesitated, he immediately raised
his stick.

    "No, please!" Supergirl pleaded. Hesitantly she opened her
mouth and took the head of his cock in between her lips.

    "I said suck it!" the man barked as he grabbed her head and
pulled her towards him. Supergirl let out a muffled cry as the
cock thrust all the way into her mouth, gagging as it hit the
back of her throat. This only drove the man to pull her head back
and forth faster, making crude comments on her performance all
the time. "Make sure you swallow every drop of it, slut," he said
with a coarse voice as he was approaching orgasm, "or you'll
regret it!" Then, thrusting all the way into her mouth, he held
her head still and began shooting his cum down her throat. After
the now obedient Supergirl had swallowed the last drop, he pulled
out and cleaned his cock by rubbing it against her cheeks.

    Supergirl was then made to suck all the remaining men. After
that, she was led out of her cell. Her hands were re-cuffed
behind her back and she was led by her leash up the stairs to a
large room where Catwoman and Dr Rancor were waiting.

    "Good morning my pet," Catwoman purred. "I see that you've
already had your breakfast," she teased, noticing the dried cum
on Supergirl's face. Seeing Catwoman again, Supergirl could no
longer suppress her rage.

    "Wh-what do you want from me? You evil woman!"

    "Hmmmm... I like that!" Catwoman purred as she approached
Supergirl. Instinctively Supergirl took a step back, but she was
immediately grabbed by two men. "Just keep on disobeying me..."
Catwoman said as she grabbed Supergirl's right nipple. "It will
give me even more pleasure when I break you!" With these words
she twisted Supergirl's nipple cruelly, causing her to wince in
pain. "You look verrrry sexy when you're angry..." Catwoman
purred, "and even sexier when you're in pain!"

    "Oooow! That's hurts!" Supergirl cried out as Catwoman
twisted and pulled her nipple, pulling her breast into a cone
shape. Finally, Catwoman let go and it snapped back.

    "Don't worry, my slut," she said menacingly, "you day's just
beginning!" Supergirl struggled feebly as her hands were cuffed
to a chain hanging down from the ceiling. Then the men adjusted
the length of the chain so that her feet were now about two feet
from the ground. Supergirl could feel her weight pulling on her
arms. Her eyes opened wide in horror when Catwoman took out a
long, vicious-looking whip.

    "Oh, I almost forgot," said Catwoman giggling. She then took
out a dildo of about ten inches long, and with her men grabbing
the struggling Supergirl, she pushed it up the bound heroine's
pussy, which, Catwoman noted with a smile, was

    already wet. There were two hooks at the base of the dildo,
and she attached them to the rings on Supergirl's cunt lips.
Supergirl grunted with discomfort as the dildo entered her, but
she knew that an even bigger trouble was to come. Looking up, she
saw that Catwoman was already in position, standing in front of
her with the whip in her hand.

    "Now, take this, Superslut!" Catwoman shouted and swung the
whip forward. The whip made a loud noise as it landed squarely on
Supergirl's stomach. Supergirl bit her lower lip. At first she
was determined not to give Catwoman the final victory, but when
the whip hit her for the fifth time, she couldn't hold back any
longer and let out a cry. "Ah!" she cried out as the whip landed
across her large, firm breasts. Encouraged by this, Catwoman
repeated her assault, hitting Supergirl's breasts again and
again, harder and harder. Skillfully handling the whip, Catwoman
made it coil around Supergirl's body, marking it both at the
front and at the back at the same time. She made sure that no
part of the athletic body of the young super heroine, from her
breasts to her thighs and from her back to her ass, was left
untouched. Supergirl cried out and struggled fanatically. But the
only effect of her struggles was to cause her to swing around,
putting more strain on her arms and giving Catwoman's whip even
better access. Soon Supergirl's cries turned into howls, and
finally they died down to whimpers.

    "Oh, please!" she cried out when Catwoman paused, "don't hit
me again, please!"

    "Giving up already? Tsk, tsk," Catwoman teased, "I was just
beginning to enjoy it!"

    "Pl-please," Supergirl pleaded, gasping, "it hurts so much!"
To Catwoman her body now looked absolutely delicious.
Criss-crossed with red welts, it was also covered with a thin
layer of perspiration. Her face was blushing, and her hair was
matted to her face. Catwoman licked her lips as she stared at
Supergirl's heaving breasts.

    "So are you ready for your training as a sex slave now,
slut?" Catwoman almost burst out laughing when she saw the
struggle in Supergirl's eyes. Without her super power, Supergirl
was just an ordinary young girl - actually, she was perhaps
weaker then the average girl, for she had never tasted pain and
defeat before. Coupled with the feeling of vulnerability at the
loss of her power, it didn't take much to break her. The
confidence in her eyes was now gone. Instead, first it was anger,
and then fear when Catwoman raised her arm to strike again.
Swiiiish!!

    "Ooooooooow!" Supergirl tossed her head and howled with a
renewed agony when the whip struck her again across her battered
breasts. "No! Pl, please!"

    "Then answer me!"

    "Y--yes" closing her eyes and biting her lip, Supergirl
answered in a barely audible voice.

    "What? I can't hear you!" Catwoman snapped and struck again.

    "Aw! Oh, oh. I said, I said yes," Supergirl answered, this
time louder with a trembling voice.

    "Yes what? Say it!"

    "Oh, god..."

    "Say it! Are you ready for your training as a sex slave?"
Fighting back the tears in her eyes, Supergirl uttered the
humiliating words.

    "Y--yes, I...I am ready f...for my training as a s...sex
s...slave..."

    "What's this stammering?" Catwoman snapped. "Have you
forgotten how to speak properly? Say it again! And louder!"
Supergirl could no longer contain her tears. Two drops of tears
ran down her cheeks as she repeated her answer.

    "I am ready for my training as a sex slave!"

    "Hmmm, that's better," said Catwoman grinning. "What do you
think, doctor?"

    "Not bad," Dr Rancor answered grinning. "But somehow the term
'sex slave' doesn't seem to work very well..."

    "Really?" Catwoman thought for a while. "How about 'fuck
toy', is that better?" She couldn't help giggling when sheasked.

    "Hmm, yeah, this seems better," said Dr Rancor chuckling.
Supergirl couldn't believe her ears as she listen to them talk.
She felt so degraded, they spoke like she was some kind of
object.

    "Okay, slut, say that again," said Catwoman cheerfully. "So
you're not even a sex slave, you're a fuck toy. Say it!"

    "Please!" Supergirl protested, "you've humiliated me
enough-Ooooow! Ah!" Her protest turned into cries of pain when
Catwoman struck her twice again with the whip. "Oh, oh,"
Supergirl panted after Catwoman stopped, her body now trembling
with the pain it had received. "Please, stop! I'll say anything
you want!" She pleaded, sobbing. "I'm, I'm ready for my training
as a fuck toy! Just stop hitting me, please!"

    Supergirl hung her head in shame as everyone in the room
laughed. Finally, Catwoman ordered her to be brought down. Her
henchmen released the chain and lowered Supergirl onto the floor.
Still sobbing, Supergirl didn't offer any resistance when
Catwoman's henchmen pushed her down onto her hands and knees and
obediently stayed in that position. She only let out a grunt as
the dildo was removed. When it was pressed again her lips, she
reluctantly opened her mouth to suck her juices off it.

    "Now, slut," said Catwoman, cracking her whip, "tell me what
a fuck toy is for." Supergirl jumped at the mere sound of the
whip.

    "It's f...for...Ow!" she cried out when Catwoman brought the
whip down on her ass. "Answer properly or you'll be punished!"

    "Oh, oh, I'm sorry."

    "I said answer me!"

    "A fuck toy is meant for f--fucking," Supergirl said meekly.

    "Still not very articulate, but I guess that will do for
now," Catwoman said as she walked around Supergirl. "And if that
is what you are for, what d'you think my boys here should do?"
Supergirl had already stopped crying, but now her tears began to
flow again. She knew very well want Catwoman had in mind, what
she wanted her to say, but there was nothing she could do except
to comply.

    "They should f--fuck me..." after hesitating, she finally
said.

    "Is that what you think, slut?"

    "Y-yes."

    "Then why don't you ask them yourself? By the way, you'd
better ask them nicely if you don't want more whipping! Now, ask
them!"

    "Please s...sir," Supergirl looked up at the group of men.
"Pl...please f-- fuck me..."

    "Oh yeah? How?" one of them asked teasingly as they began
undressing.

    "Wh-what?--Ouch!" Supergirl cried out in surprise as she was
whipped again, this time on her back.

    "Answer the question, stupid cunt!" Catwoman scolded.
Supergirl wasn't stupid. She knew what she was supposed to
answer, but she just couldn't bring herself to say it. But
Catwoman was slowly raising her arm again.

    "Please, sir," Supergirl said meekly. "Please f-fuck me any
way you w- want..." She blushed in shame as all the men laughed.

    "Really?" another one asked.

    "Y-yes..."

    "Say that again!"

    "Please, please fuck me anyway you want!" Supergirl's face
was even redder than her well-whipped body when she repeated her
plea.

    "Well, boys, you heard her!" As Catwoman ordered, two men
immediately grabbed the kneeling Supergirl. The first one entered
her wet pussy in one deep thrust, and the second, after rubbing
his cock against her tear-stained cheeks for a few times, also
quickly entered her mouth. Catwoman knelt down next to her, and
began giving out orders on how she should suck the man's cock or
move her body to meet the other man's thrusts. She placed her
hand under Supergirl's body and got hold of her nipple. She would
gently fondle it when Supergirl did what she was told, and
pinched it cruelly when Supergirl failed to obey. Supergirl, on
her part, was trying her best to follow Catwoman's instructions,
partly for fear of more pain on her nipple, but more out of her
own arousal. Much to her shame, she could feel herself coming. At
this point the man in her mouth came, and as she was told, she
tried her best to swallow his cum.

    "Oh, oh, oh," she immediately began moaning after the man had
pulled out.

    "Are you coming, slut?"

    "Wh, what?"

    "I said are you coming!"

    "Oh, oh, y--yes, oh!"

    "Say it!"

    "I, oh, oh, I'm, I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh! Oh!" Losing her
inhibitions, Supergirl cried out louder and louder as she came,
which also brought the man fucking her to his orgasm, filling her
pussy with his cum. Supergirl was made to remain on all fours
after the man had pulled out.

    "Now tell me, slut," said Catwoman as she ran her hand along
Supergirl's back. "Have you been fucked up the ass before?"

    "N...no," knowing better than to disobey, Supergirl answered
meekly.

    "Well, Dr Rancor, would you like to do the honor?" Catwoman
asked as she pushed two fingers into Supergirl's pussy. Supergirl
stiffened as Catwoman pulled the two fingers out and place them
at her asshole.

    "Oh, no..." she pleaded.

    "Stupid bitch!" Catwoman scolded as she gave Supergirl's ass
a spank. "You're a fuck toy, and a fuck toy will be used in any
possible way! Now, beg the doctor to fuck your ass or I'll fuck
it with a Kryptonite bar! Say it!" Dr Rancor's cock was bursting
out of his pants as he looked at Supergirl. On her hands and
knees, she looked up at him imploringly with her tearful eyes,
her mouth quivering. After a long pause, the once-proud heroine
began to beg him.

    "Pl...please, doctor," she pleaded, "please fuck my ass..."

    "I beg your pardon?" he asked chuckling as he unzipped.

    "Pl...please fuck me in the ass..."

    "Well, since you ask so nicely..." Dr Rancor laughed as he
positioned himself behind Supergirl. He could feel her whole body
tense up when the tip of his cock touched the tight, pink
entrance. Slowly, he pushed his way in to Supergirl's tight rear
tunnel, drawing a low grunt from her. Slowly, Dr Rancor thrust
all the way into her virgin asshole, then he held still. He could
feel that Supergirl's body was trembling lightly. Grabbing her
thighs, he began thrusting back and forth slowly. At first
Supergirl remained silent, but when Catwoman found her clit and
began toying with it, she couldn't help but began moaning and
wriggling.

    "Enjoying yourself, my little slut?" Catwoman cooed.

    "Oh, oh, oooooh," Supergirl answered with her moans.

    "Tell me you like it!" Catwoman whispered.

    "I...I like it!"

    "Tell me you like being fucked in the ass!"

    "I...I like being fucked in the ass!"

    "Louder!"

    "I like being fucked in the ass! Ah! Ah!" Supergirl cried out
as she was approaching another orgasm. She wriggled wildly,
trying to grind her clit against Catwoman's fingers. Dr Rancor
also increased his tempo, fucking her harder and harder. Soon he
was shooting hot jets of cum up Supergirl's ass. By now Supergirl
was humping madly against Catwoman's fingers, and her orgasm was
signaled by a series of spasms.

    After Dr Rancor had pulled out, Supergirl collapsed onto the
floor. However, her ordeal was far from over. Two men immediately
came over to fuck her cunt and her mouth. When they were done,
they were replaced by three other men. Together they rolled
Supergirl over onto her back and spread her legs. One of them
quickly entered her pussy. Supergirl let out a cry of alarm when
she felt another cock at her asshole, but before she could
protest this, the second man was already pushing his way into
her. Soon Supergirl was moaning loudly as she was fucked by the
two men, but her moans were immediately muffled by the third
man's cock. The sight of Supergirl being ravaged by three men at
once brought Dr Rancor's cock back to life again, and he
immediately took up his position between Supergirl's breasts.
Grabbing her full, firm breasts, he pressed them together and
began thrusting back and forth.

    Supergirl was moaning and squirming under the weight of these
men. She had never imagined that something like this would
happen, that she would one day be fucked by four men at once,
four crooks! But somehow, despite herself, this idea only seemed
to excite her more. She came again and again, and she was coming
so hard that Dr Rancor thought she was going to throw him off
her, and he had to grab her breasts even tighter. At this point
he came, and his cum was shot all over her neck.

    Satisfied, he stood up and watched as the three men went on
fucking Supergirl. The man using her mouth was the next to come.
He pulled out and began rubbing his cock against her lips and her
cheeks. Supergirl let out a cry of dismay as he sprayed his cum
on her face. However, her cries of dismay were soon replaced by
those of pleasure when she was taken by yet another orgasm as the
two remaining men shot their cum deep inside her pussy and her
ass.

    She was given no time to rest. Immediately three other men
came to take over. Tired as she was, Supergirl's passion was
ignited again, and she came three more times before the three men
pulled out in unison. Standing above her, they started jerking
off. Supergirl was aware of what was to follow, but already
exhausted, she just lay there panting with her legs spread, and
her eyes closed as if to avoid her final humiliation. Soon the
first man came. He aimed so that most of his cum was shot into
her opened mouth. Then the other two men joined in, spraying
their cum on her breasts.

    "Lovely!" Catwoman exclaimed. "Get this slut on her feet!"
she ordered. Grabbing Supergirl by her arms, the men pulled her
to her feet. Then they frog- marched her to in front of a mirror.
"Look at yourself, slut!" Catwoman snapped as she grabbed
Supergirl's chin. Supergirl obeyed and saw that she looked much
worse then she thought. Her body was criss-crossed with red
welts, and her breasts were covered with cum. There was cum all
over her face from her forehead to her chin, and cum was dripping
down her neck. The cum that she couldn't swallow was dripping out
of her mouth, and cum was also oozing from her cunt and her
asshole down her thighs.

    "Honey, you look like shit!" Catwoman said, adding even more
to her humiliation. "But then this is what a fuck toy like you
should look like, isn't it? I said isn't it!" she snapped as she
grabbed the ring on Supergirl's cum-covered nipple and twisted it
cruelly.

    "Oh, oh, yes, yes!" Supergirl answered, wincing with the
pain.

    "Yes what?"

    "This, this is how a f--fuck toy like me should look like!"

    "Hmmm, I think you still haven't learn to speak properly. But
I'll be nice and let you off easily today. Now, get this slut
cleaned up and send her back to her cell!" Supergirl was hosed
clean and brought back to her cell. Again her hands were cuffed
in front of her and her leash was attached to a metal bar in her
cell. But this time she wasn't left alone. The men who were not
selected for the morning session kept visiting her in the
afternoon whenever they were free, sometimes alone, sometimes in
groups. Supergirl came so many times that she lost count. It was
like she was in one constant orgasm.

    No matter how roughly she was used, no matter how exhausted
she was from the previous fuck, her body never failed to respond
as soon as a cock entered her cunt. When the guards came to fetch
her in the evening they found her lying on the floor, covered
with cum, breathing heavily with her eyes closed, with cum oozing
out of her mouth, and a puddle of cum between her legs.


Supergirl Fallen 3. The Training



    The guards led the well-fucked and exhausted Supergirl out of
her cell. After she was cleaned up, Supergirl was led to the
uppermost floor of the compound, into a large, excessively
decorated bedroom. Passively, she let the guards carry her to the
large bed at the center of the room, and she didn't try to resist
at all when they chained her wrists and ankles to the four posts
of the bed.

    "Have fun, Superslut!" one of the guards chuckled as they
left. Supergirl waited in silence. Dazed after so many orgasms,
she was vaguely aware that she was about to be used again, and
this meant that her body was going to betray her again. The
thought of the humiliation this would bring her, frightened her.
And indeed, much to her shame, her body was already beginning to
respond even to this thought. It was already adjusting to the
constant arousal and frequent orgasms, and now Supergirl could
feel her pussy getting hotter and hotter. Oh no, she thought,
somebody, please help me....

    The door opened. Supergirl turned and saw Catwoman. Still
wearing her mask, she was naked except for a pair of long, black
leather gloves and knee- high boots. Supergirl couldn't help
staring at Catwoman's exquisite body, especially her strong arms
and her full, firm breasts. Oh God, Supergirl thought, what has
become of me now....

    "My pet..." Catwoman purred as she approached. "Did you have
fun this evening?" she giggled as she ran her hand along her
captive's body, and she laughed triumphantly as she saw Supergirl
blushing with shame.

    "Please..." Supergirl pleaded, "please don't humiliate me
anymore!"

    "Humiliate?" Catwoman laughed as she grabbed one of
Supergirl's pierced nipples and twisted it, causing Supergirl to
wince in pain. "You'll soon find out what humiliation is,
Superslut! And don't forget what you are! You're a fuck toy! And
I can do anything I want with you! Do you get it!?" Catwoman
scolded as she continued to twist and pull at Supergirl'snipple.

    "Yes, yes, oh, oh," Supergirl wailed. Satisfied, Catwoman
stopped twisting and instead began toying with Supergirl's nipple
gently, and it hardened immediately. Climbing on the bed, she
took Supergirl's other nipple in her month and began sucking it.
She held the nipple ring with her teeth and pulled it gently. At
this Supergirl couldn't hold back any longer and let out a moan.
She closed her eyes and moaned again and again as Catwoman
continued sucking her nipple.

    "Ah!" her moan turned into a cry of pain and surprise when
suddenly Catwoman bit down cruelly on her nipple. Immediately,
Catwoman resumed sucking. When she felt Supergirl's body relax,
she bit down on her nipple again. "Ah! Ah!" Supergirl cried out.
It felt so good when Catwoman sucked her nipple, but she was also
afraid that Catwoman was going to bite her again. This mixture of
fear and anticipation had kept her body on high alert, magnifying
both the pleasure and the pain, and she was now trembling with
excitement.

    "Oh, oh," Supergirl moaned in frustration when Catwoman
suddenly stopped. Catwoman climbed up and straddled her face.

    "Want me to continue, slut?"

    "Y--yes," Supergirl answered almost automatically.

    "Well, you've got to earn it!" Catwoman purred as she rubbed
her pussy against Supergirl's face. "Lick it, slut!" Desperate to
come, Supergirl stuck out her tongue and hesitantly licked
Catwoman's wet lips. "Yes!" Catwoman hissed. Grabbing Supergirl's
head with both hands, she barked out instructions, which
Supergirl followed eagerly. Within seconds she came, drenching
Supergirl's face with her juices.

    "Not bad, slut," Catwoman purred and patted Supergirl's head.
"Don't stop." As Supergirl continued licking her she turned
around to face Supergirl's pussy and began licking the bound
heroine's wet slit in return. Immediately, Supergirl let out a
grunt of pleasure and began grinding her hips against Catwoman's
face. The two of them lapped hungrily at each other's pussy as
they approached orgasm. When Catwoman came again, she slowly
shoved her middle finger up Supergirl's asshole. This brought
Supergirl over the edge, and the young heroine came crying out
loudly and wriggling her hips uncontrollably.

    From that day on Supergirl's life almost became a routine.
Her morning began with her training in sexual techniques. In the
afternoon, she would be strapped down on an examination table in
Dr Rancor's lab, where he would carry out tests and examinations
on her. When Dr Rancor wanted a break, he would unzip and stand
next to her head and Supergirl would obediently suck him and
swallow his cum. If the experiments finished early, Supergirl
would be returned to her cell where she would be fucked several
times before dinner. She would then have to wait at the dinner
table for Catwoman, Dr Rancor, and a group of men selected by
Catwoman from her henchmen every day. Her waitress' costume
consisted in two leather straps, tied around her breasts to make
them stand out, and two bells attached to her nipple rings, which
jingled merrily when she moved around.

    Supergirl was constantly fondled as she served, and by the
end of the dinner her pussy would be dripping-wet, which made her
ready for the gang- bang that followed. After that, she would be
cleaned up and sent to Catwoman's bedroom to provide pleasure for
Catwoman and, sometimes, the studs that she selected. If Catwoman
was in a good mood, or if Supergirl pleased her, she would have
Supergirl spend the night with her. Otherwise, Supergirl would be
sent back to her room, where she would be used for God knows how
many times before the night finally ended. This day, Supergirl
arrived at her "training room" to find Catwoman waiting for her
with what looked like her tunic in her hand.

    "Remember this, Superslut?" Catwoman asked.

    "Y-yes," Supergirl answered, her voice shaking with emotion.

    "Do you know that in the past four weeks, the crime rate of
Metropolis has almost doubled? The police there are absolutely
useless. I'm sure the people there must miss you."

    "Y-yes," Supergirl answered meekly. What is Catwoman getting
at? Is she going to give her back her life, her freedom?

    "Yes, you're going to have your life back," Catwoman said, as
if reading her mind. "But only for today. You see, there is a
hostage situation in Metropolis. Some bank rubbers are holding up
a dozen customers in a bank, and the police need you. An easy job
for Supergirl, I imagine."

    "Wh-why are you doing this?" Supergirl asked, alarmed.

    "Why?" Catwoamn laughed. "Wouldn't you want to help those
people? Wouldn't you want to be Supergirl again?"

    "Y...Yes," Supergirl answered, her eyes swelling with tears.

    "Good!" Catwoman laughed. At her signal her henchmen removed
Supergirl's collar and cuffs, and immediately Supergirl could
feel her body coming alive with power. She couldn't believe that
she was getting some of her powers back. "Here, take this!" said
Catwoman as she threw Supergirl her tunic.

    "This, this is not..." Supergirl looked up in surprise. The
tunic that Catwoman gave her was made of polyester, and it was so
poorly sewn that it looked more like a costume in a primary
school drama production.

    "This is what you're getting, I'm afraid," said Dr Rancor
chuckling.

    "No!" Supergirl protested.

    "No?" Said Catwoman. "Let me show you something." She
switched on a monitor and it showed a cell similar to
Supergirl's. In the middle, bound to a chair, was a girl in
catholic school uniform. She was gagged and blindfolded. "Her
name is Pammy. She's fifteen. You see, if you refuse to go help
those people at the bank or if you don't come back, little Pammy
will take your place in today's after-dinner party. You wouldn't
want that to happen, would you?"

    "How could you!" Supergirl struck out angrily at Catwoman,
but was immediately held by her henchmen.

    "Slut!" Catwoman scolded and slapped her across her face.
Looking at Supergirl's heaving breasts, she had an idea. With her
men holding Supergirl, she began slapping her breasts real hard.
"Ah! Ah!" Supergirl cried out in pain as her breasts swung from
side to side under the force of Catwoman's blows. Soon they were
reddened. "Have you had enough, slut? Will you do it now?"
Catwoman scolded.

    "Oh, oh, yes, yes," Supergirl whimpered, with tears running
down her cheeks. ~~~~~~~~~~

    "Shit!" Nick Hammond couldn't believe his bad luck. Everyone
has been saying that Supergirl has left Metropolis, and fresh out
of jail, he thought it's now finally his turn to make some big
bucks. But his bank job has been nothing but a disaster. The
alarm ran off before he and his gang could do anything, and they
were soon surrounded by the police. Hell, even the news teams
were there. And just when he thought they could still get away
with the cash by using the hostages, there she is, Supergirl,
flying towards them.

    "Fuck!" Nick cursed as Supergirl flew in through an open
window. He could hear the crowd cheer outside. "Stand back!" He
shouted, waving his gun at the young heroine. The other members
of his gang -there were five of them- also pointed their guns at
her.

    "Listen to me, Sir!" Supergirl said firmly. When she was
flying to the crime scene she kept telling herself to be brave.
Maybe she can still resolve the situation. Just don't let them
know.... "The police already has this place surrounded. You must
give yourselves up!" she went on, trying her best to sound
confident.

    While he was trying desperately to figure out what to do,
Nick noticed something. Somehow Supergirl didn't look right. He
had never met her before and had no idea what she would look
like, but the costume of the Supergirl standing before him just
looked kind of cheap. Even from where he was standing, he could
see that the "S" was sewn onto the tunic, and the seams were
clearly visible. If she hadn't flown in through the window, he
would have thought that she's a fake. But he had to act fast. Now
that Supergirl's here, the police will be closing in on them
soon.

    "No way!" he shouted when he thought about that, and angrily
he fired a shot at the Supergirl who had come to make his bad day
even worse. Oh no! Supergirl thought as she instinctively raised
her arm to block the bullet. The bullet couldn't harm her, but
the force was enough to make her take a step back. Puzzled, Nick
fired at her again, and this time the force of the impact was
enough to knock Supergirl down to the floor.

    "Ah!" Supergirl cried out. Although she wasn't injured, it
was still painful when the bullet hit her arm. One of his gang
member joined in and fired a shot at Supergirl, hitting her in
the stomach. While the bullet bounced off her body, Supergirl
also curled up with the pain. Seizing this opportunity, two other
gang members jumped on her and overpowered her. Nick was
thrilled.

    Rushing to the window, he shouted to the police outside, "We
have now captured Supergirl! Don't come any closer or we'll kill
everyone inside!" Then he walked back to face Supergirl, who was
now held standing up with her arms held behind her back by two
guys.

    "Let go of me!" Supergirl snapped.

    "Shut up, bitch!" Nick slapped her. "And tell us who you
are!"

    "I'm, I'm Supergirl!" The young heroine protested angrily.

    "Then how come you're so useless?" Nick said as he eyed the
girl up and down. The way her breasts were heaving showed that
she was obviously not wearing a bra, and her tunic was so thin
that her nipples were clearly visible. What kind of bimbo would
jumped into a situation like this wearing Supergirl's costume?
And how could she fly? And how could such a flimsy-looking tunic
stop his bullets?

    "No!" Supergirl screamed as Nick reached out and grabbed the
front of her tunic. Smiling cruelly, he pulled and easily ripped
it open, and Supergirl's breasts sprung free. "Holy shit..." Nick
murmured. The tunic was just made of some cheap, thin polyester,
and there was no way it could be bullet-proof. So this broad is
really Supergirl! But from the way she dressed, she look more
like a cheap slut! She had not only made such a thin tunic and
worn it without a bra, but her nipples were pierced as well!
Mesmerized at the sight of Supergirl's breasts, Nick reached down
and grabbed Supergirl's crotch.

    "No!" Supergirl screamed and tried to kick him, but her legs
were firmly held by two other guys. "Oh, no!" she cried out in
dismay as Nick tore her tunic open, exposing her pierced pussy.

    "Look at her! Her cunt is pierced too!" One guy exclaimed.
"Holy shit! What kind of a crime fighter are you?" Nick asked.

    "Let go of me!" Supergirl shouted angrily and struggled
desperately against the men holding her. This is like a
nightmare. Not only is she captured by a bunch of inexperienced
bank-robbers, her costume was now torn and her most private parts
were exposed for everyone to see. Although she had been naked
ever since her capture and Catwoman's henchmen had been using her
in almost every imaginable way, she was now exposed in front of
everyone in the bank. These are people who were just ordinary
citizens, who respected her and relied on her as their protection
against crime, and now they could all see her naked, with her
nipples and her pussy pierced, and there were also the news
cameras outside.... Glancing at them, Supergirl could see that
all the hostages were staring at her, some with their month
wide-open, some with a look of disdain on their face. A mother
covered the eyes of her son.

    "Let me go!" she cried out in despair.

    "Not so easily!" Nick chuckled. "Maybe I'm going back to the
joint today, but not without fucking Supergirl!" he shouted. With
his men pressing Supergirl down on a desk, he took off his pants
and climbed on top of her.

    "No!" Supergirl cried out as Nick entered her.

    "Hey guys, she's wet!" he cried out in surprise. "You like
this, huh?" he chuckled as he fucked her roughly, squeezing her
breasts so hard that Supergirl winced in pain.

    "Oh, oh," despite herself, Supergirl began moaning in
pleasure. Her moans were soon muffled when a member of the gang
forced his cock into her mouth. The man came quickly, and soon he
was shooting his cum into her mouth. Supergirl could not take the
humiliation of swallowing his cum. She opened her mouth and the
man's cum dripped down her cheeks, and the whole gang cheered.
Much to her fear, she found herself approaching orgasm, and her
body began squirming uncontrollably. Please, she screamed in her
mind, somebody help me....

    Suddenly she heard several shots, and Nick's fucking stopped.
Supergirl opened her eyes and saw that a hole was blown open in
his chest. When Nick collapsed on top of her, she could also feel
the grips on her wrists and ankles loosening. She pulled her arms
free, and immediately pushed Nick off her. Struggling to get up,
she could see that all the gang members were down, and SWAT
officers were breaking into the bank from everywhere. As they
checked on the hostages and the robbers, Supergirl climbed off
the desk, trying to cover herself with her cape. The cape was too
short to cover her pussy, which was glistening with wetness. Her
thighs were wet with her juices too.

    "Supergirl! are you alright?" a little boy called out as she
tried to wipe her juices off her thighs. Supergirl looked up and
recognized that it was a boy whose life she once saved.

    "Y--yes, I'm okay--" she stammered, but she was cut off by
the boy's mother.

    "Don't you speak to that woman, Mark!" she said to the boy
sternly.

    "But, but she saved me once!" the boy said.

    "Can't you see? She's a prostitute! A bad woman!" The woman
continued as she dragged her son away. Tears of pain and
humiliation were swelling in Supergirl's eyes when a detective
came over. Supergirl recognized him too, as they had worked
together before.

    "Supergirl, are you alright?" he asked her the same question,
but there was no concern in his voice. Instead, there was a wide
grin on his face. Supergirl didn't answer. Biting her lip, she
flew out of the window without looking back.

    She cried as she flew to the rendezvous point with Catwoman.
These self- righteous people! She thought angrily. The citizens
of Metropolis, who she thought were her friends, they were not
grateful at all for what she had done for them. They didn't even
try to find out what had happened to her or why she was like
that, they just turned their back on her outright.

    Wiping the tears off her face, she landed at the rendezvous
point, where she was greeted by several of Catwoman's henchmen.
They blindfolded her and put the krytonite collar and cuffs back
on, and led her into a helicopter standing by, which would take
them back to Catwoman's dent. While the men had left her tunic
on, Supergirl wanted it to be taken off, because it only reminded
her of what she had undergone. To make things worse, the men
continued to tease her during their flight.

    "Please!" Supergirl pleaded, "That's enough, please!"

    "Are you telling me to shut up, Superslut?" One of the men
asked as he grabbed her nipple-ring and pulled.

    "Ah! No, no! I'm sorry!" Supergirl whimpered.

    "Then shut the fuck up, you slut! Here, take this!" The man
said as he pressed her head down to meet his erect cock.
Supergirl opened her mouth obediently as she felt its tip touched
her lips.

    "Did you have fun, my pet?" Catwoman purred as she greeted
Supergirl in her training room. "We've been watching it on the
news. Tell me, how many times did you come?"

    "Why are you doing this to me?" Supergirl wailed as the
blindfold was removed. "Haven't you got what you want already?
The police can't stop you now, and what more to you want? Why
don't you just kill me?"

    "Tsk, tsk, look at her! Once back in her stupid uniform, our
Superslut is talking like the haughty Supergirl again!" said
Catwoman. "C'mon boys, go and remind her who she is!" At
Catwoman's words the men immediately grabbed Supergirl. With her
hands cuffed behind her back, she was totally defenseless. She
could only plead and watch in horror as they took a long piece of
rope and tied it around her breasts. She winced in pain as the
men pulled the rope tight. What's worse, they passed the rope
through a trolley in the ceiling and pulled her up so that her
feet were about two feet off the ground.

    "Aaaaaaaargh!" Supergirl cried out in agony as she hung on
her breasts. To add to her pain, the men took of their belts and
began whipping her all over her body. Supergirl swung around as
she struggled madly, which only put more strain on her breasts.
She was almost delirious with the pain which enveloped her entire
body. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" she swung her head and cried out. The tunic
which she still had on was by now ripped to pieces, revealing a
body covered with red welts.

    "So have you had enough?" After what seemed like an eternity,
Catwoman finally stopped the men.

    "Yes, yes," Supergirl answered weakly, her voice hoarse from
screaming.

    "Then tell us, who are you?"

    "I'm, I'm Su-superslut..."

    "What?"

    "I...am...Superslut...and I am a f--fuck toy, pl...please use
me anyway you want...." Supergirl answered, gasping, with tears
running down her cheeks.

    "Oh, I wasn't expecting such an elaborate answer!" Catwoman
giggled. "Well boys, you heard the slut!" Quickly her men let
Supergirl down. Supergirl moaned as the ropes on her breasts were
untied, and she waited submissively as they uncuffed her.
Immediately the men's hands were all over her, and what remained
of her tunic was torn off her body. Catwoman watched with a smile
as Supergirl lowered herself onto a man's cock. Another man
entered her asshole from behind, and a third man took his place
in her mouth.

    "Have fun, boys," she said as she turned to leave.


Supergirl Fallen 4. The Transformation



    Supergirl was allowed to rest until noon the day after the
gang-bang marathon in which all of Catwoman's henchmen took part.
She was still very weak when she was taken to Dr Rancor's lab.

    "How is our Superslut feeling today?" Dr Rancor greeted her
cheerfully as she was strapped down.

    "F-fine, sir," the young heroine answered submissively.

    "Good! Just perfect for the final part of you training!"
Final part? Supergirl was scared but didn't dare to ask the
doctor. As usual, electrodes were attached to her nipples and
cunt lips. Normally, an electrode would also be attached to her
clit, then Dr Rancor would use electric pulses to stimulate her
and check her response. But today, a strange, tube-shaped
instrument was attached to her clit. And to Supergirl's horror, a
gag was also put over her mouth. Will this hurt? she wondered in
panic.

    "Is she ready?" Catwoman asked.

    "Yes, just watch this," Dr Rancor answered. As Supergirl
watched in fear, Dr Rancor switched on his instruments.
Immediately Supergirl began to feel pulses of pleasure at her
nipples and her pussy, but they were all numbed in comparison to
the sensation that she was feeling at her clit. It was a
sensation of pleasure a thousand times stronger than any sexual
pleasure that she had ever experienced, and it was still getting
stronger. It was like her clit was expanding and expanding,
Supergirl thought. Within seconds she came, and she just kept on
coming. Supergirl was almost delirious.

    "Mmmmmmmmm!" she screamed under her gag before she blacked
out. Supergirl had a strange dream. She dreamt that she had
become a man - No, it's not that, she corrected herself. In her
dream she had grown a cock, a cock just like the men's, the cock
that they used to ravish her every day. In her dream she was
playing with it, stroking it faster and faster until cum was
bursting out of its tip. When it was shooting cum, her "cock"
began to grow longer and longer. Then, to her horror, she saw
that the head of her cock, which was by now several feet long,
had become a snake, and it was turning around, trying to kiss
her....

    She woke up, shaking and cold-sweating. Immediately, she
looked down between her legs. She let out a sigh of relief and
almost laughed when she saw that there was not cock there. As she
was catching her breath, she heard the door open, and Catwoman
and her henchmen walked in.

    "Ah, I see that our Superslut is up already," Catwoman
purred.

    "You've been watching me, haven't you? That's why you know
that I'm awake," Supergirl said.

    "Oh wow, our Superslut has figured that out!" Catwoman
teased. "Well, let's see if you're smart enough to figure this
one out too. Get her ready." At these words, two guards led
Supergirl out of her cell by her leash. Next, they unattached the
leash, uncuffed her wrists and re-cuffed them behind her back,
and held her standing by grabbing her arms. "So how is our
Superslut feeling after her big gang-bang?" Catwoman asked as she
toyed with Supergirl's nipple ring.

    "I'm, I'm fine, mistress," Supergirl answered timidly,
remembering her punishment for insolence yesterday.

    "Good, then I'm sure you'll be ready for this." Supergirl
gasped in pleasure as Catwoman began fondling her breasts. Then,
rubbing her breasts with one hand, Catwoman's other hand worked
its way down to her pussy. Supergirl closed her eyes and
shuddered as Catwoman ran her fingertips gently along her pierced
lips, and she moaned when Catwoman found her clit and began
playing with it.

    "Oh, oh, oh," Supergirl moaned louder and louder. However,
she was alarmed when she felt the same sensation of expansion in
her clit again, and opening her eyes, she saw that her clit was
indeed expanding! "Oh, God, Nooooooo!" Supergirl cried out in
horror as she watched her clit grow bigger and bigger in
Catwoman's hand. It went on growing until it was about eight
inches long and more than one inch in diameter. And it was shaped
exactly like a cock, with a head and a hole in it. "Oh, no!"
Supergirl cried out in dismay. Her nightmare was coming true. Not
only had the size of her clit increased, its sensitivity had also
increased manifold, and now every touch of Catwoman's fingers was
almost unbearable.

    "So how do you like your new toy?" Catwoman asked giggling.
"Dr Rancor has found out how to manipulate your protoplasmic
body," she explained, "and we have decided to make you the
perfect fuck toy. You see, now you no longer need a strap-on, and
isn't that great?"

    "Oh, no, oh, no!" was all Supergirl could say in her state of
shock. She wanted so much to break free now, but weakness swept
her over as Catwoman continued to play with her "cock".

    "Here, see what it can do!" said Catwoman, and with these
words she squeezed Supergirl's cock and Supergirl cried out as
she was taken by a powerful orgasm.

    "Aaaaaaaaah!" she cried out as spurts of her juices came
jetting out of the head of her cock, spraying all over Catwoman's
glove.

    "You messy slut!" Catwoman scolded, laughing triumphantly.
Supergirl was still shaking after her powerful orgasm. She was
too weak to resist when the two guards holding her pressed her
head down, and she obediently licked her juices off Catwoman's
glove. She began sobbing as she licked. She felt totally
humiliated. She has been turned into a total sex slave, a real
fuck toy whose only purpose is to give and receive pleasure, to
be used by anyone in any way they want. How can she be a crime
fighter again even if she has the chance?

    "Not happy?" Catwoman teased. "Don't worry, my slut, I'll
show you this really neat trick. C'mon boys, give the slut a
hand." Supergirl had no idea at all what they were up to when
they sat her down on the floor, and she neither resisted nor
protested. She was too ashamed to speak. Grabbing her ankles, two
men held her legs wide-spread. Catwoman came over and knelt down
in front of her. She then held Supergirl's cock in one hand and
grabbed her head with the other.

    "Noooooo!" Supergirl cried out when she realized what
Catwoman wanted, but with the men holding her tight, there was
nothing she could do. With the help of another guard, Catwoman
managed to bend Supergirl forward until her lips touched her own
cock. Quickly, two other guards came over and attached a chain to
her collar. Then they ran the chain down her body between her
legs to her back and attached it to her wrist cuffs, holding
Supergirl in this posture.

    "No! I won't do it! No!" Supergirl shook her head wildly.
However, her voice weakened when Catwoman began stroking her cock
gently. The sensation was overwhelming. "Oh, no, please!" she
pleaded, but even the feeling of her breath on the head of her
ultra-sensitive clit-cock was too much.

    "Suck it, slut!" Catwoman stopped stroking her cock and
instead grabbed her right breast and squeezed it cruelly.

    "Ouch, ouch!" Supergirl cried out as Catwoman continued to
molest her breast. Seeing that Supergirl was still resisting,
Catwoman took out a Krytonite alloy needle and slowly began to
push it into Supergirl's now bruised breast. "Ooooooh!" Supergirl
cried out in excruciating pain. "Stop! Please! Aaaaaaaaaargh!"
she pleaded.

    "Then do it, lick yourself, fuck toy!"

    "Ah! Ah! Oh! Y-yes!" Supergirl cried out finally. Supergirl
was still shaking with the pain after Catwoman had pulled out the
needle. Sobbing and defeated, she stuck out her tongue
tentatively. When it touched the tip of her cock, her whole body
trembled with the sensation. "Hmmmm..." She couldn't help letting
out a grunt of pleasure. "Yes, that's it, slut! Do it again!"
Catwoman said, and Supergirl licked her cock again, this time she
let her tongue touch the entire head, and the sensation was
incredible.

    Now she could no longer hold back. Without Catwoman ordering
her to, she licked her cock again, and again, running her tongue
along its entire length. Shortly, she felt herself coming, and
began licking faster and faster. She was totally oblivious of the
people watching her, she just wanted to come. And within seconds
she came, spraying her juices all over her face. Exhausted after
her powerful orgasm, Supergirl just lay on the floor gasping for
breath after she was untied. Her clit had now shrunk back to it
normal size. Seeing that she was now completely tamed, the guards
left her wrists uncuffed after they had chained her collar to her
cell.

    "Get some rest, slut," said Catwoman and she leaned forward
and kissed Supergirl's juice-stained lips. "My boys and I are
visiting the Metropolitan Art Museum tonight, and we'll need you
later for the celebration!" she said as she left. Supergirl
wanted to cry again, but she was too exhausted, and soon she
drifted off to sleep.

    When she woke up, Supergirl could tell by her biological
clock that it was already dinner time. Her body was anticipating
the gang-bang that usually took place around this time. She
tossed and turned on the floor. To her shame, she was hoping
secretly that Catwoman's men would be monitoring her and would
see that she was now awake and come to get her. But Catwoman and
her henchmen were nowhere to be seen. So they were still out
stealing whatever they wanted in the art museum, Supergirl
thought impatiently. Unconsciously, her hands reached up to cup
her breasts. Then she began squeezing them gently. She was
ashamed by her own actions, but she couldn't control her body.
She squeezed her breasts harder and harder, and tugged at her
nipple rings.

    "Oh, oh," she moaned lightly. One of her hands slid down her
body to her pussy. Resisting the temptation to play with her
clit, she contented herself with rubbing her wet lips. But as she
rubbed herself faster and faster, she could feel her clit
throbbing, begging to be released. Finally, she couldn't resist
any longer and began tickling her clit gently. Immediately it
sprang to life and grew to its full length.

    Supergirl looked down at her clit, panting. Its use is to
give all kinds of pleasure, Catwoman's words echoed in her mind.
This is my clit, it's a fuck toy's clit, Supergirl thought. I'm a
fuck toy! she screamed in her mind. Closing her eyes in
abandonment, she bent down and took the head of her cock in her
mouth. Immediately, her whole body shuddered with the sensation.
Slowly, Supergirl moved her head up and down and began sucking
herself.

    Dr Rancor smiled as he watched all this from a monitor.
Catwoman had better be back soon, he thought to himself. Tonight
is going to be fun....

The end??

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