  o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o 
  o               _       _   _  _                                  o
  o              (_' | | |_) |_ |_)                                 o
  o              ._) |_| |   |_ | \      _  _   _                   o
  o                                \|_| |_ |_) | |                  o
  o                                 | | |_ | \ |_|                  o
  o    Kristen's collection                                         o
  o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o

 
  This is the Super Hero Archive. These stories were sent to me by
  friends. I did not write these stories. 

  Many have no author name attached. If you are the author of the
  enclosed work please let me know and I’ll remedy the situation.

  This story, and all the stories in this archive are meant to be
  free. They where sent freely and should remain public domain.


Supergirl and X
-by M D James
**********************************************************

"You’re mine Supergirl!"

Supergirl lay helpless on the examination table as Lex Luthor gloated
over her.  She struggled to free herself from the bonds, but she found
herself with no strength.  She tried to shape-shift into something that
could break the bonds.. but even that didn’t help.  Instead she was
helpless in her nightgown as Lex Luthor stood over her with a pair of
scissors.

"What… What are you DOING?" she said as she looked in fear at the
scissors.  "When Superman hears about this.."

The very mention of the Man of Steel made Luthor’s eyes go wide.
"Superman?  Him?  Did he ever see you as I do?  Hmm?"  His free hand
caressed up her bare legs.  A lock of red hair fell down onto Luthor’s
face as his hand move up the nightgown.  "Did you scream his name when
we were in bed?  Did you think about him when you were making love?"
His hand reached her breast and he cupped it firmly, almost like it was
a possession.  "No!  You screamed MY NAME!  LEX!  LEX!  LEX!
Remember?"  He moved the scissors down to the bottom of the nightgown.
"I own you, and now I’m going to take what’s mine!"

Almost like a madman, he cut open the nightgown right up the center.
When the scissors proved to be too slow, he threw them aside and simply
tore into the silk material, ripping it apart like it was paper.  She
wore nothing underneath it.  He then tore the sleeves open and then
pulled the whole ruined material out from under her like a magician.

Supergirl’s eyes went wide in horror as Luthor ogled her naked body.  At
that moment she wished she could at the very least turn invisible so he
couldn’t see her like this.

Very meticulously, Luthor began to disrobe himself.  The Italian jacket
and slacks were hung over the nearby chair.  The red silk tie (a gift
from Rush Limbaugh) and white silk shirt he lay on top.  Supergirl never
knew what happened to Luthor’s shoes and socks, but it seemed he didn’t
wear them when he entered the room.  Finally he stripped off his
monogrammed boxers and faced Supergirl.  His body was lean and fit, the
long red hair and beard crowning his face like a sun, as another circle
of shorter red hair crowned his very big, and very ERECT penis.

It was bigger than even Supergirl could remember!  Twelve inches at
least!  It almost looked like Luthor had a third leg!

"Oh god!  No…"  Supergirl said with a whisper..

"I’ve been taking some of Gretchen’s formulas," Luthor said with a
devilish grin as he approached her.  "I’m more of a man now than
Superman EVER could be!  And when I’m through with you, you’re going to
beg me for more!"

"No, Lex, please" she begged.  "Don’t do this!  Please!  DON’T!"

He got up on the table with his enormous cock  playing between her
legs.  The tip began to ooze pre-cum over her blond pussy.

"GOD NO!  DON’T!!"

Luthor steadied himself above her naked body, preparing to ram his cock
into her.  "I own you Supergirl.  And Lex Luthor TAKES what’s his!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Supergirl awoke screaming in horror.  Then she realized it was just a
dream.  She clutched her hands around her nightgown to reassure her of
that.

"Mae?  Mae, dear, are you all right?"

Martha Kent came into the room.  Jonathan Kent was right behind her.
"We heard you screaming dear, are you all right?"

Supergirl closed her eyes and smiled slightly.  "Yeah, ma, I’m fine.  It
was just a nightmare, that’s all."

The Kents looked at each other strangely.  It has been a while since
"Mae" (as they’ve called her) ever referred to Martha as "ma."  The only
time when she did was when she had taken the form and identity of their
adopted son, Clark Kent.

Martha sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped her arms around the blond
girl.  "Are you sure dear?"

Supergirl hugged Martha like a daughter would a mother.  "Yeah ma.. I
guess it was the stress of the mission, that’s all."

Jonathan put a comforting hand on the girl’s shoulder.  "You want to
talk about it?"

She smiled.  "Uhh.. actually I’d like to get some fresh air, if you
don’t mind."

Martha kissed her on the forehead.  "Of course dear.."

"Any time you want to talk about it, we’re here for you Mae," added
Jonathan.

"Thank you."

She waited until they left the room before getting out of bed.    She
wished that she was in Clark’s old bedroom.  Then perhaps she wouldn’t
feel so uneasy about calling Martha "Ma."  But the Kent house was
destroyed by Conduit months ago.  That news didn’t sit well with her
either.  They were like parents to her, and not even Clark could tell
her what happened.  And it wasn’t like she couldn’t be reached, she was
working for the New Titans!  Clark could have easily placed a call to
the Justice League for them to contact her!  But no, she had to find out
the hard way after she returned from New Tamaran with Darkstar and Green
Lantern.

Once she learned that Jonathan and Martha were traveling around the
country in an RV, she decided the least she could do was treat them to a
night or two in a decent hotel.   She used part of the money she earned
with the Titans for the first-class hotel suite that had two bedrooms.
It sort of reminded her of when she worked with Lexcorp.. and perhaps,
she figured, was reason for the nightmares.

She telekinetically transformed her nightshirt into her red and blue
Supergirl costume and stepped out on the terrace.  It was still the
middle of the night, so she didn’t have to worry about people noticing
that Supergirl was one of the guests.  "Maybe the night air will do me
good," she said to herself.

She took to the skies, getting a bird’s eye view of the sleepy resort
town.  It looked peaceful and quiet.  No villains to defeat, no aliens
wanting to invade, no earth-shattering crisises to solve.. and no Lex
Luthor.

The very mention of Lex Luthor made her skin crawl.  She had never known
love before Luthor.  And she had never known betrayal before Lex
Luthor.  The man used her from the day he met her.  He masqueraded as a
son he never had, and in doing so resembled the Luthor from her planet-
the man who made her, and the man she eventually fell in love with
before being killed by three super-powered tyrants.  She herself would
not be alive if not for Superman.

She loved Luthor, and Luthor used her at every conceivable opportunity.
He treated her like a trophy, displaying her for the good of Lexcorp and
himself.  And he tried to restrain her from "danger."  She initially
thought that was because of his love for her, but she later learned it
was because he WANTED Superman to die- so she could be Luthor’s own
personal "champion."  When Superman faced Doomsday, Luthor waited until
the monster was at Metropolis before letting her go.  When Superman
died, she served as the "new champion" for Metropolis.  And when it
looked like Superman was to come back, he ORDERED her not to help him
face off against the Cyborg.  After all, the "perfect trophy" needs to
be preserved, she thought.

Then there was the sex.  Not only was Luthor a domineering tyrant in the
boardroom, but he was monster in the bedroom!  He fucked her in every
conceivable position imaginable, and then because she was a
shape-shifter, fucked her in every inconceivable position!  She shifted
her form so many times that sometimes she was afraid she was going to
return back to her protoplasmic state!  And she changed into many
different women!  Maggie Sawyer, Cat Grant, Madonna, Hillary Clinton,
Wonder Woman, Batgirl, Black Canary..  not to mention every women ever
employed by Lexcorp!  But the absolute worse secret she swore she would
NEVER tell Clark was that Luthor’s favorite sex role was for her to
morph into Lois Lane!

But back then none of it mattered, because she LOVED Lex.  She lied for
Lex.  She supported Lex.  And at one point, if she was told to she would
have KILLED for Lex.

And it was only after she saw for the first time what Luthor was doing
that she realized she was being used!  She went berserk at first, but
later learned how she could do a lot more good by helping Clark and the
government bring down Luthor.  She thought she could do this by joining
the Titans.. but now it looked like the Titans were finished.  She
didn’t know what she was going to do next, but one thing was certain,
she was going to bring down Luthor if…

Just then a flash of light caught her attention.  She flew over to find
out what it was.

A truck carrying gasoline has jackknifed across the highway and caught
fire.  She knew the flames could reach the gasoline tanks in a matter of
minutes, and turn the whole section of highway into a fireball!

She landed near the cab of the truck and pulled the unconscious driver
out.  Then, after carefully moving him to safety, she turned her
attention to stopping the fire.  There were no lakes that were close
enough for her to toss the truck into, and the fire would one spread
faster if she picked up the truck and flew it anywhere.  She even
considered shape-shifting herself into a gooey substance that would
smother the fire, but she didn’t know what kind of substance she could
shift into.

Then she remembered a scene from a "Fantastic Four" cartoon.  Supergirl
surrounded the whole truck with a telekinetic field, then concentrated
HARD to seal it shut… shut out the oxygen.  Sweat beaded down her
beautiful face as she concentrated like never before.  It seemed like an
eternity for Supergirl, but in a matter of minutes the fire was out.

She heard the applause of the stranded motorists, as well as the sirens
from the police and fire units as they tried to arrive at the scene.
She rested by the hood of the nearest vehicle.  She had NEVER thought
about using her psychokinetic powers that way before, and the strain on
her whole body was enormous.  She felt like her body was swimming in
sweat.

"Are you all right Supergirl?" the state trooper asked.

"Yes," she replied.  "Thank you officer.  I just never…."

Just then she saw a glimpse of a man behind the truck.  He was bald,
with the striking features of…. Lex Luthor!

She pushed herself up from the hood of the car.  "Excuse me officer,"
she said as she flew behind the truck.

But he was gone.

Part 2

Supergirl spent the day with Jonathan and Martha Kent as they went on a
scenic tour of the little resort town.  After the nightmare of almost
being raped by Lex Luthor and then seeing what she thought was Luthor
himself really shook her up.  She needed some time away from being
Supergirl.  Some time to be just "Mae."

She decided to be as inconspicuous as possible.  She tied her hair back,
changed into a baggy sweatshirt and jeans, and then put on a pair of
wire-frame glasses.  "If it works for Clark, it should for me," she said
to herself.  "Besides, Jonathan and Martha wear glasses, so I’ll just
look like I’m their daughter or something."

Martha took "Mae" to the local outlet store while Jonathan tried to call
Clark and let him know where they were and that Supergirl was with
them.  Ever since Clark brought Matrix home from the dead husk that was
once an alternate Earth, Jonathan and Martha had treated her like the
daughter they never had.  And when Luthor betrayed her trust, the Kents
were there for her.

"Mae?" Martha said as she pulled out a dress from one of the racks.  It
was a simple dress, red with white fringes.  It buttoned up the front
and had a very modest V-cut at the top.  "What do you think?"

Mae thought about it for a second.  "Hmm.. no, I don’t think so ma."

It was conservative.  Too conservative for her tastes.  Sure it was OK
for her when she thought she was an alternate version of Lana Lang, in a
world that seemed to be twenty years after it’s time.  But today, as
"Mae," she didn’t care for it.  She got used to wearing some of the
finest designs in the world when she was with Luthor.  Plus, she liked
showing off her body.  She got a secret thrill flying around as
Supergirl with all the guys trying to get a peek of her red panties
under her short red skirt.  She even thought about not wearing panties
once, but she knew Clark would object to that.  There was even a section
on the Internet about that called "alt.supergirl.panties" that she
visited once using Clark’s computer.  The standing argument was whether
she was a natural blond.  She was almost tempted to let them know she
was a natural gray blob of protomatter.

Seconds later, Mae found a dress that was more to her liking..  it was
red, with a pleated short skirt that would barely reach the top of her
thighs, a low cut back, and the only thing holding it on her body would
be two spaghetti-thin straps on each shoulder.

"I like this one better," she said holding up the dress to Martha.

Martha wrinkled her nose slightly.  "I dunno Mae.. most women I know
don’t wear that sort of stuff.  It shows off too much of your skin."

"Well I don’t mind that, ma.  I sort of like what I have," she said with
a grin.  She looked at it for a second, and then put the dress back on
the rack.

"Aren’t you going to try it?" Martha asked.

"That’s one of the pleasures of being a shape-shifter," Mae whispered.
"I can wear whatever I want to with just a thought!  Window shopping has
a whole new meaning for me."

Martha chuckled.  "I guess it does, Mae."

As they left the store, a white limousine pulled into the parking lot.
It instantly caught the attention of Supergirl and Martha Kent.

"Hmm.. ," said Martha.  "I didn’t expect to see any limousines here."

"Neither did I," Mae said.  "But look at it.  It’s not even trying to
find a parking spot!  It’s almost as if.."

Just then she caught the license plates of the limo.  "LEX1"

Lex Luthor’s limousine!

"He IS here!" Supergirl exclaimed.  "Ma, get to a phone, call Clark and
let him know Lex Luthor is here.  I’m going to find out where he has
been hiding."

"But Mae.. Mae.. wait!"

But it was too late for Martha Kent.  Supergirl ducked behind the
building just long enough to transform her clothed into her Supergirl
outfit and then turn herself invisible.

She knew that if Luthor was trying to hide he was doing a poor job by
going around town in his own stretch limousine!  Besides, she wondered,
wasn’t it destroyed when Luthor tried to destroy Metropolis?

Being suspicious, she kept her distance from the white limo and hovered
overhead, trying to see if she could get a peek to confirm that Luthor
was indeed inside.  Ever since his escape from custody Luthor has been
infuriating both law enforcement and Superman in their attempts to
recapture him so he could stand trial.  And while her business with the
Titans often took her in different directions, she was still willing to
whatever it took to see that Luthor didn’t hurt any more women like he
hurt her!

* * * * *
Martha Kent found her husband and let him know what was going on.

"Hmm.. Well Clark wasn’t at his apartment, so I guess either he’s with
Lois or there’s a problem somewhere he needed to be at as Superman."

"Well we HAVE to let him know that Mae is going after Lex Luthor!"
insisted Martha.  "I don’t want to see her hurt any more than that man
has hurt her!"

"I know Martha, I know," Jonathan said as he put a reassuring arm around
her.  "We both love her like a daughter, and I know Clark loves her like
a sister."  He fished through his pocket for another quarter.   "I’ll
see if Lois is at home…"

* * * * *
"Oh Clark!" Lois moaned as she cupped her full breast.

"Oh Clark… Mmm.. stick it in me… OOOOH Clark..  Oh baby.. fill me up!"

Lois was panting hard as she pinched her nipple.  "Oh god.. oh baby..
fill me up Clark.. UUUUNNNGGGHHH…  Oh god… Oh… Oh…Oh god Clark, I’m
gonna cum…. I…. I…. IEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…"

RING…

Lois just sat lay there on the bed panting as the phone rang.  On the
third ring, she reached over and picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hello Lois?  Lois, this is Jonathan.. Is Clark there?"

"Clark?" she said as she sat up.  "No, sorry Jonathan.. he’s not here.."

"Lois?  Are you OK?"

"Yeah," she said as she pulled the steel vibrator out of her brown
muff.  "I was.. just finishing a workout.. you know, aerobics and
stuff?  Why?  What’s wrong?"

"Well Mae is here with us, we ran into her on our way to Chicago and she
put us up in a nice hotel here.. anyways, Martha says the two of them
saw Lex Luthor’s limousine driving through her in Sugar Creek…"

"Lex Luthor?" she said startled.  "What is he doing in someplace called
Sugar Creek?"

"We don’t know dear.. anyways we wanted to let Clark know so he’d help
Mae catch Luthor, but he doesn’t seem to be at his apartment, so we
figured we’d try you.."

"Well I don’t know, Jonathan.. Clark has been pretty busy of late.  I
don’t even know where he is at times."

"Yeah, I can understand Lois.. it’s sort of like being engaged to a
doctor, you just don’t know when he’d be needed.  Anyways, we need to
let Clark know, so PLEASE when you see him…"

"I’ll let him know the first thing," Lois said.  "And I’ll see if
there’s someone else I can get a hold of to help.."

"OK dear.. thanks."

"Bye Jonathan."

As Lois hung up the phone, she looked down at her naked and sweat-soaked
body.  "I WISH Clark really was here," she said to herself.  "This steel
vibrator is sure as hell not a substitute for his cock of steel!
Anyways, I’d best take a shower and then see if I can get a hold of
SOMEONE who can help Supergirl."

* * * * *

"IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Roxy Leech screamed in horror as every fiber of her clothing was town
apart and flew off her body.  Her white T-shirt, her khaki shorts, even
her lace bra and panties seemed to fly in pieces, exposing her young
nubile body to..

"SUPERBOY!"

"Oops!" Superboy said with a grin.  "Sorry Roxy.  I guess I got a little
out of control with my tactile-telekinesis.  All that workout with
Knockout, you know."

"Yeah I’ll bet!" she said as she slapped the young man in the face and
then rushed to her bedroom.

‘How could he do this to me?’ she asked herself.  All this time she was
ready and willing to bed Superboy when that hussy Knockout shows up.
And ever since she pulled that little striptease with the kid a few days
ago he’s been anxious to see every women around him naked.  First Tana,
now her!

Just then the phone rang.

"Hello?" she said as she sniffled.

"Hello, this is Lois Lane of the Daily Planet.  Who am I speaking with?"

"This is Roxy Leech."

"Roxy?  Oh, Rex’s daughter.. OK.. Well I need to get a hold of
Superboy.  It’s urgent."

"Hold on," she moaned.  "I just saw him a second ago.."  She headed back
out into the living room, but all she saw was her father coming into the
house.

"ROXY!" he said startled.  "What are you doing walking around bare-ass
naked??"

"Where’s SB?" she said.  "Lois Lane is on the phone.  She says it’s
urgent."

"The kid?  Oh, he just left with Knockout.  Something about more power
training."

"Yeah, I’ll bet.." she mumbled and then went back into her bedroom.
"Sorry Ms. Lane, SB just left a few minutes ago."

"What about Dubilex?" Lois asked.  "Can’t you tell him?"

"Yeah, well I don’t know where Dubilex is.  He’s probably off exploring
the island with Krypto."

"Well if you see Superboy let him know to call me, OK?  It’s urgent!"

"I will," Roxy said.  "Bye."

* * * * *

Supergirl followed the stretch limo for ten miles outside town.  It
didn’t stop once after leaving the outlet mall, which gave a chill down
her spine.. Does Lex know I’m following him, she asked herself.  No,
couldn’t have..

The limo then made a sharp left off the paved road and down a dirt
path.  The sign at the start of the dirt road read "LEXCORP MINING
COMPANY."  The words "CLOSED" were sloppily painted on top of the sign.

Supergirl kept her distance overhead, making sure she got a bird’s eye
view of the abandoned mining facility before she made her attack.  It
was going to be a simple reconnaissance- scope out the area, make sure
Luthor was there, and then come back with Superman to take Luthor down
once and for all.

She had hoped the limo would stop by one of the office buildings so she
could get a visual confirmation of Luthor.  He had played an annoying
game of deception before, and she wanted to make sure he was here!
Instead, the limo pulled up into the mouth of the mine shaft, which was
apparently enlarged to support the long vehicle.  She had no choice but
to follow it inside.

The limo drove only a few feet into the mine shaft before it’s driver
came out and moved to the passenger section.  The chauffeur was a very
statuesque redhead, with a killer body clothed in a very tight
traditional chauffeur outfit.  Very typical for a Lexcorp employee!

Supergirl hovered above the limo, waiting to see Lex exit.  Instead, the
female driver reached into the back of the car and pulled out what
appeared to be a person covered in a dark blanket.  Even in the
diminished light of the mine she couldn’t tell who the second figure
was.  Was it Luthor?  Could it be him?  Why was he hiding under a
blanket?  Was this a trap?  The questions flooded her mind.  She HAD to
make sure.

The duo ran briskly down the shaft until they met a steel-encased
opening.  The driver typed in a series of codes, then the massive door
slowly opened.

Supergirl waited until the last minute before diving at super-speed
through the opening.  Trap or no trap, she HAD to know if the second
figure under the blanket was Luthor.

Once the doors closed she saw that the duo had vanished down the
hallway.  She remained invisible and hovered over the ground until she
reached the end of the corridor.  The door on the other side was solid
oak and had the initials L.L. ornately carved on them.

"No sense playing it safe now," she mumbled as she made herself visible.

With a powerful telekinetic blow, she blasted the doors apart, revealing
a decorative drawing room on the other side.  She walked in, ready for
anything.

A lone figure sat behind a Victorian desk.  He wore an expensive
charcoal gray suit with a white shirt and black tie.  He was bald, yet
he still had the determined face and piercing eyes of the man she once
was in love with..

"Luthor.." she whispered under her breath.

Part 3.

"Hello Supergirl," Lex Luthor said nonchalantly.  "Welcome to my little
abode.  I’m glad you decided to stop by instead of sneaking around like
some ghost.  Would you care for some tea?  I’ve got your favorite.."

"I’d rather see you behind bars!" Supergirl spat out, and then charged
at super-speed at him.

But instead of reaching Luthor, she instead impacted heavily on an
invisible barrier.  Instantly she heard the doorway behind her slam shut
with a second metallic door replacing the wooden one she shattered to
get into the room.

"You must be kidding Luthor!" she said.  "I can break through this
barrier and have you in custody before you can say ‘I want my lawyers!’"

Luthor stood up from behind the antique desk.  "Really?" he said.  "Then
perhaps I should make it somewhat more of a challenge.."

He pointed his left hand at Supergirl, which contained an odd remote
control device that looked like a simple ink pen.  He clicked on the
end.

Instantly a beam of blue energy hit Supergirl from behind.  She expected
to feel pain, but instead she felt pleasure where the beam hit her.

"L-L-Luthor," she said in almost a murmur, "I d-don’t know w-w-what this
is, b-but it’ll m-m-make your c-c-capture all the m-m-more
pleasurable.."

Luthor smiled.  "Well then I guess it’s not that much of a challenge..
Hmm.. how about this?"

With another click of the pen-like remote two more beams hit her on both
sides.  She could feel absolute pleasure coming from her body.. almost
orgasmic pleasure.. which focused especially on her breasts.  She could
feel her nipples get rock hard and swell underneath her outfit, and she
could detect that her panties were starting to get wet underneath her
short skirt.

"W-w-w-w-w-w-what a-a-a-are y-y-y-you d-d-d-d-doing t-t-t-to m-m-m-me?"
she demanded as the waves of pleasure hit her hard.

"I managed to acquire a little toy a while ago from a guy named Lord
Easystreet.  He called it an ‘Orgasmatron.’  He even said it managed to
bring down someone as powerful as Wonder Woman, but I wasn’t too sure
about his idle boasting until I could try it out myself on someone I
knew..  I’ll be sure to thank him the next time I see him!"

Supergirl could only pant as the blue waves of energy pummeled her body
with absolute pleasure.  She knew her panties were absolutely drenched
in cum as she began to feel her first orgasm.  She tried to keep it
silent, but her panting made it all the most evident.  Her body shook
and she could feel herself start to swoon.

"Oh don’t drop yet Supergirl," Luthor said as he moved closer to the
barrier that separated them.  "This little experiment isn’t over yet."

With another click of the remote another beam came from the floor of the
room, targeted straight at Supergirl’s cum-soaked crotch.  She screamed
in absolute pleasure as the beams hit her.  Never before did she
experience such pure pleasure in her life!  She desperately needed to
get out of the room, or at least out of the way of the full force of the
beams.. then maybe she could survive long enough for Clark to come to
her aid.

Drenched in sweat, she slowly started to work her way to the locked
door.  She was too weak to use her telekinetic powers, but she hoped she
would possess enough strength to open the metal door that barred her.

"Oh no you don’t," Luthor said with a devilish grin.  "If you have THAT
much of a fight in you then you should be able to handle the FULL force
of this device!"

Supergirl’s eyes went wide as she heard that.  She turned around and was
just about to mouth the words "NO!" he clicked the remote again.  This
time the rays from the Orgasmatron came from ALL corners of the room at
an intensity she never could even imagine.

"A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-
R-R-R-R-R-R-R-U--U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-
G-G-G-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H!!!!!!!!!!!!"
she screamed as she experienced multiple orgasms one after the other.
"N-N-N-O-O-O-O-O!!!! P-P-P-P-P-P-PLLLLLEASSSEEEE L-L-LEXXX
S-S-S-S-S-S-S-STOPPPPPPP TH-TH-THISSSSSSSS!"

She could feel her body start to lose cohesion as she shook violently
amidst the pleasure and the intensity of the beams.  Her skin turned to
gray, and she could feel her uniform return to it’s protoplasmic state.
Then blackness consumed her…

* * * * *

When Supergirl awoke she noticed something was wrong…

No, not the slight trembling in her limbs from the multiple orgasms she
endured.  Nor the buzzing in her head that she couldn’t determine if it
was from being rendered unconscious or an after-effect of the
Orgasmatron.  Nor the restraints that pinned her spread-eagled on a cold
metallic table.  Those realizations came afterwards.

Rather it was her CLOTHES..

Those who knew her knew that Supergirl’s clothes actually were an
extension of her protoplasmic body.  They were as much a part of herself
as her blond hair.  This was why she was able to change clothes with
just a thought.  But the clothes on her body now weren’t part of her
body.. they were REAL CLOTHES placed on her body.  And a fairly close
likeness of her Supergirl outfit as well!

Just then Lex Luthor entered the room.  He no longer wore the expensive
business attire, but instead wore a simple gray jumpsuit.

"Hello my dear," he said nonchalantly.  "I hope you slept well."

"Fuck you Luthor!" she spat out with obvious venom.  "What the hell is
this?  What’s with the restraints?  What’s with putting this bogus
costume on me?"

Luthor picked up a computer notepad and made some calculations on it.
"To answer your first question," he said without looking at her, "this
is my little workshop.  You will be calling it home."

"Like hell I will!"

He continued.  "To answer your second question, they are for my safety,
because obviously you will not cooperate with me for the things I have
in store for you.  But in time I won’t be needing them."

"In your dreams baldy," she said defiantly.  "The minute I’m free you
will WISH you killed me!"

Again, Luthor continued.  "To answer your third question, you will find
that I have negated your powers, by a process I will explain shortly.
I’m sure for modesty’s sake you are thankful I thought about giving you
ANY kind of clothing.  And as for your little statement before those
questions…"  He looked up at her with a devilish grin and said "All in
good time, my dear!"

Supergirl’s eyes went wide when she realized the implications of that
statement.  "You WOULDN’T DARE!  I am a member of the Titans now!  Part
of a federal agency!  The very act of capturing me is a violation of
federal laws!  You’ll get the death penalty!"

Luthor smiled as he turned his attention back to the electronic
notepad.  "Do you REALLY think that would stop me?  Lex Luthor has done
much worse than even you yourself could comprehend, and done with
complete impunity I might add…  Now, are you feeling any dizziness?  Any
kind of nausea or fever?"

"No.. all I feel is the burning desire to see you behind bars!"

He reached over with a free hand and started feeling Supergirl’s face.
"Hmm.. well as I was saying, you have been given a special implant while
you were briefly in your protoplasmic form.  You probably could felt a
slight headache when you awoke, but the sensation will slowly fade as
your body adapts to the new device.."

He then caressed her hair, almost lovingly.  "The device monitors works
much like your own mind in controlling your body and all it’s wonderful
powers.  Once installed it begins to learn every aspect of your body and
all it can do.  The first thing I have done was to use it to negate all
your super-powers.  You are no more powerful than any human female."  He
then drew his hand down to her breasts.  "Hmm.. very nice work indeed..
my counterpart in the dead planet really did his job, didn’t he?"

"Shut up!" she said with venom.  "You are NOTHING like the Lex Luthor I
knew and loved!  NOTHING!  He didn’t treat me like some kind of lab
rat!"

"Of course THAT Lex Luthor wasn’t interested in you as I am," he said as
he tugged on the end of her top that was neatly tucked underneath her
red skirt.  He pulled the end lose, exposing her soft belly as he
slipped his hand underneath to her naked breasts.  "He wouldn’t be
wondering if your nipples were getting hard by the touch, like a human
woman’s would.  He wouldn’t be wondering if your breasts would swell
with anticipation as yours are now under my touch.."

Sure enough, Supergirl’s breasts WERE swelling and she could feel her
nipples getting harder with the almost gentle caress of Luthor’s hand.
She grimaced, trying desperately hard to change herself or to even gain
some semblance of control over her body again.  She tried thinking about
all the things Luthor did in the past.. the way he hurt the Kents, hurt
Lois, hurt her.. but her body continued to betray her mind.  She felt
this ever more as Luthor moved his hand down past her belly, and down
underneath her skirt and the waistband of her panties.

"N-no," she said, almost pleading.

"You’re wet down there.  See?  The body DOES betray the mind after all,"
Luthor said with a smile as he withdrew his roving hand and put the
electronic notepad down on the nearby table.  "You will be mine,
Supergirl.  Body and soul.  You will be mine!"

"I’d rather die!" she said as she began to feel she was reliving her
worst nightmare.

Luthor smiled.  "We shall see.."  Then he began to remove his jumpsuit.

"What are you DOING?" she demanded.

Luthor smiled as he pulled the jumpsuit down to past his hips.  "I’m
going to take you, Supergirl.  Just like I said I would."

Supergirl’s eyes went wide as she saw Luthor’s chiseled, hairless
physique, and then she saw his HUGE cock as it started to grow and
harden.  It was clearly nine inches flaccid, but once it started growing
it looked like it would be over a foot long!

‘My god!’ she said to herself.  ‘My nightmare is coming true!’

Luthor grabbed hold of his huge member.  "My friend here has been
painfully lonely," he said with a chuckle.  "He misses your sweet cunt!"

"Don’t you DARE!" she screamed.  "Don’t you DARE do this!  Every hero in
the world will come screaming for your blood, I promise you!"

"They’ll just have to take a number!" Luthor said as he leaped onto the
table and stood in front of her.  His now hard monstrous cock stood
right in her face as he peered down to her chest.  "I have been waiting
a LONG time to do this."

With both hands he ripped her tunic open right across the S-shield,
exposing her B-cup breasts that were already hard.

"Oh god please Lex.." she said as she began to sob.  "For what we had I
beg you.. PLEASE do-.."

She couldn’t finish those words as Luthor shoved his hard cock into her
open mouth.  "That’s more like it!" he said with satisfaction.  "Just
suck on that for a while.  And no biting!  Remember, you’re human now.
I can hurt you in more ways than you know."

Supergirl started to gag as the huge cock was forced into her mouth.
Tears streamed down the sides of her face and she felt Luthor’s hands on
her breasts.  Then she felt Luthor’s hand reach down and rip her panties
off, then she felt a chill as his fingers thrust themselves into her wet
pussy.  She screamed as she was forced to suck on his cock.  The
vibrations from her mouth added to Luthor’s pleasure.

Luthor looked down at her with a sinister smile.  "Excellent!  You DO
know how to suck cock after all!"

Supergirl barely caught Luthor’s statement.  She was more interested in
trying to free herself while still sucking on his monstrous member.  In
all the time she was intimate with him he had NEVER been so big in his
life!  She wondered if his deal with the devil Neron had something to do
with that.  But that statement he made caught her attention.. she’s gone
down on Luthor before (when his cock was more normally proportioned,
that is) and he’d often commented that nobody could suck his cock like
she could.  So WHY was he acting as though it was his first time?

She was brought out of her concentration by a huge rush of sperm.
Luthor came inside her mouth, making her gag with his semen, and
spraying some of it out of her mouth.

Luthor pulled his cock out from her mouth.  "Aw… you didn’t swallow.
Well you certainly are a mess, aren’t you?"  He pulled her cape off from
underneath her body and used it as a rag to clean off her face and the
table.  "There, that’s much better.."

Supergirl could only cough and fight to keep the bile that was building
up inside her.  She had never retched before, and she certainly wasn’t
going to start now!

"Now," Luthor said as he hoped back on the table, his cock already hard
again, "it’s time for the Coup-De-Gras!"

Supergirl coughed as she began to realize what was going to happen.  "No
Lex.. please.. not there.. not there!"

The tip of his cock touched her wet vagina.  Pre-cum started to already
ooze from it.  Just like in her nightmare..

"No Lex.." she begged.  "Please.. no.."

Then it slid into her.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!  OH GOD IT’S SPLITTING ME OPEN!!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Luthor said with satisfaction as he began to inch
his massive cock into her cunt.   "YES!  That feels SOOOOO good!  This
will be SOOO wonderful!"

She tried to shut everything out.  Tried to shut out the world.  Tried
to shut out everything going on.  But it wasn’t possible.  His cock was
too big.  The waves of pleasure and pain swept her too fast.

"UUUUNNNGGGHHH… Lex… n-n-no… p-p-p-p-please!  OHGOD!!  It’s
UUUNNNNNGGGGHHHH!!!  It’s too big… I can’t … I can’t…
UUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!!!!"

The huge phallus was deep inside her.  Deep inside her
all-too-human-looking vagina and womb.  Luthor said nothing, but the
huge smile on his face was very uncharacteristic of the millionaire
businessman who always fucked with a straight poker face.  He began to
pump his cock in and out of her, building a rhythm.

"NOOOO!!" Supergirl screamed.  "NO!  DON’T DO THIS!!!
UNNNGGHHH!!!  OHGOD NO LEX!!!!   UUNNNGHH!!!  DON’T!!!"  She
could feel him start to climax.  "LEX  NOOOO!! AAAHHHH!!!  DON’T
CUM IN MEEEEE!  OHGOD!! IIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!  NOOOOOOO!!!!!"

But it was too late.  Luthor winced.  Then he shivered.  Then convulsed
as his cock sprayed his sperm deep inside her.  Deep inside her body.
It almost felt like a fire hose of sperm spraying into her.

Part 4.

Luthor got off the table and looked down at the prone body of
Supergirl.

Her skirt was hiked up to her navel.  The blue tunic with the
trademarked S-shield ripped down the middle, exposing her average but
swollen breasts.  The panties she was wearing were in a heap on the
floor.  Her blond hair was wet from the sweat of her forced sex.  Cum
began to ooze out of her swollen cunt.

Despite what had happened to her, though, she wouldn’t cry.  She
wouldn’t give him that kind of satisfaction.  She fought the tears that
welled up in her eyes.

"You bastard!" she said with venom.  "You’re not Lex Luthor!  He would
have never done this to me!"

"Lex" smiled.  "You’re right.  I’m not Lex Luthor."

Supergirl was shocked at that revelation.  She had her suspicions,
sure.  After being raped by a huge cock who wouldn’t?  But the
confirmation that the man who just raped her wasn’t Luthor still
surprised her.

"Who are you?" she demanded.

The man who appeared to be Lex Luthor then began to change.  He morphed
into a much younger man.  Still with a huge physique, and the same huge
phallus, but now he was much younger.  In fact, he barely looked older
than 21.  He had wavy blond hair, but still had the firm jaw and
piercing eyes of Lex Luthor.

"You can call me X," the young man said.  "X Luthor.  Kind of a nice
ring, don’t you think?  Kind of like those comic book characters.. what
were they?  Oh yeah.. X-Men."

"W-why?" she asked.  "Why did you do this to me?  Why impersonate
yourself to look like Lex Luthor?  Why did you trap me?  Why did you
rape me?"

"Oh come on now!" he said with a laugh as he picked up the computerized
notepad again.  "Do you REALLY think I would get your attention if I
looked just like I do now?  PUH-LEASE!  Besides, I like looking like
dear old Daddy!  I get access to his secret finances, dinner at some of
the finest restaurants without a reservation, and access to all of his
goodies!"

"D-daddy?  You mean you’re really… Luthor’s SON?"

X smiled.  "You could say that… MOM!"

Supergirl’s eyes went even wider.  "MOM??"

X laughed.  "Well you’re not really my mother.  Technically I don’t even
HAVE a mother.  But you and I are related in one aspect.. we’re both
protomatter beings."

"The experiments," she mumbled.  "All those copies of me.."

X nodded.  "Exactly!  Doctor Packard had made copies of you using
samples of your own protoplasmic body.  BUT Luthor didn’t want just a
copy of himself.  He still wanted to be human.  So his scientists
whipped up a combination of homemade protomatter and human DNA, and
PRESTO!  X Luthor is born!"

"Oh god.." she said.

X examined his body.  "Well I wasn’t really ‘born,’ just created.
Anyways, the plan was to put Luthor’s brain inside my body.  Then all
hell broke loose.  You and the rest of the super-dopes busted dear old
Daddy, and trash Metropolis in the process.  Lex got caught, and all the
assets and programs were frozen.  They wanted to kill me, but I was too
smart to let THAT happen.  So now I have this whole facility to myself.
EVERYTHING is at my beck and call.  For instance…"

X pressed a button on the notepad.  Instantly a small device came out
from a recessed panel from behind a wall.  It was pointed straight at
Supergirl’s vulnerable body.

"That implant you have inside your head monitors everything that goes on
in your body.  Kind of like a videotape.. given enough stimulation and
it will know as much about your body as you do.  Sometimes even more."

At a press of a button on the notepad, a familiar beam of blue light hit
Supergirl square in her navel.  The beam from the Orgasmatron swept her
body again, this time stronger than she ever imagined it could be.  She
screamed in pleasure.

"AAHHHHHHHH… No… not.. again…" she said as she could feel herself
building for a powerful climax.

"Lord Easystreet told me that this works kind of like a drug," X said
with a crooked smile.  "Once the initial wave sweeps you, your body
doesn’t need as much to get off on later.  Well, we shall see, won’t
we?"

The waves of the beam hit her, much stronger this time than before.  Her
whole body shook.

"AHHHHH!!!!  GODNNNNOOO!!!!! OHGODOHGODOHGOD!!!
UUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! IIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"

She convulsed as she came like she never did before.

X meanwhile simply stood nearby, still very much naked, and still
observing the readings on the little computer notepad.

"Excellent," he said with a smile.  "Simply excellent."

* * * * *

Lois Lane slammed the phone down in frustration.  So many phone calls-
and yet there was no one whom she could call to contact to help
Supergirl.

Superboy was no help.  Neither was the Alpha Centurion.  She tried to
call the Titans, but she found out they disbanded quite recently.  She
knew Supergirl and Arsenal were friends, but all she could get from
Agent Steel was that Arsenal was on assignment in Asia.  And Clark was
still around on the other side of the world.  She thought about using
Clark’s Justice League communicator, but it would have been impossible
to explain how she knew about the device when Clark hadn’t been a member
of that group since he was brought back from the dead.

Finally, she realized there was one other call she could make.  It was a
number Clark told her to use only if needed.  The number was on a piece
of paper located just underneath a picture of her and her fiancée.

"Yes?"  Came a dark and foreboding voice on the other end.

"This is Lois Lane.  Superman gave me this number in case he can’t be
reached and it was an emergency."

"This number is not a paging service!" said the dark male voice.

"This is an emergency," she said quickly, hoping the person on the other
end wouldn’t hang up.  "It’s about Lex Luthor."

A second passed.  "What about him?"

"He was spotted in a place called Sugar Creek.  Supergirl was following
him, and she asked for some assistance.  I can’t contact Superman or any
of the other heroes to help her.  She needs your help."

"Supergirl is a grown woman," the man said.  "She should be able to take
care of herself.  But for Superman’s sake, I’ll take a drive over
there.  It should take me a day to get there from Gotham City."

"Thank you," Lois said with a sigh of relief.  Then the phone went dead.

* * * * *

Supergirl didn’t know how long she was unconscious.  Hours?  Days?  It
was all irrelevant to her.  She did know that X had cleaned her up and
put her in another duplicate costume, only this time without the cape.

X walked into the room carrying a tray.  This time he only wore a white
robe with the initials LL on it.  It was another one of Luthor’s silk
robes.

"Good morning my dear!" X said with a smile.  He set the tray at the
table she was still strapped to and sat down beside her.  "I trust you
are well rested."

"Why are you doing this?" she said with a somewhat horse voice.  "Why?"

"Still defiant I see," he said he ran his hand across her cheek.
"Perhaps after some breakfast you’ll be a bit more receptive.  You do
need to regain your strength."

He straw-fed her a glass of instant breakfast.  The meal tasted like
chocolate but with a somewhat metallic bite to it.  Once she was
finished he wiped the sides of her mouth with napkin, then set the tray
aside before continuing.

"Why I captured you?" he asked as he picked up his electronic notepad.
"Why not?  I really wanted to try out my little tricks on Lois Lane, but
when I saw you on my way back to town I decided you would be a whole lot
more fun than old Lois.  There are plenty of things I can do with you
that I can’t do with someone like Lois."

"W.. What do you mean by that?" she asked with a quake in her voice.

"Well I don’t really appreciate how your creator designed you," he said
with a grin.  "Your body seems a bit.. well it seems a bit too plain.
B-cup breasts, drab blond hair.. he made you more ‘girl’ than ‘super.’"
He then pressed a few buttons on his notepad.  "I think you need a
change."

"What do y.. UUUNNNGGGHHH!"

She could feel herself change beyond her control.  Anytime she changes
form outside of her Supergirl look she feels pain, but she never changed
involuntarily before.

The first thing she noticed was her breasts.  They were not only getting
fuller, but bigger as well.  The added size pulled her tunic up over
abdomen.  Her ass cheeks tightened, and her hair felt like it was on
fire.  She could also feel herself getting taller by a couple of inches.

Then the pain subsided.

"What.." she said in a octave just a bit higher than usual, "what did
you DO to me?!"

Instead of telling her, X reached under the table and swiveled it up so
she could see the changes in a full-length mirror.

Supergirl HAD grown an extra half-foot taller.  Her breasts had
ballooned from a size 34B to a very ample 47DD.  Her waist had
contracted to a diameter that would make most models jealous, even
though her hips were more realistically proportional.  She had lost any
kind of girlish features in her face, and her hair went from a drab
blond to a very long and full platinum blond.

"Oh shit!" she said to herself.  "He turned me into a Barbie doll!  I
look like I could be one of those sluts in the X-Men!"

X ripped open Supergirl’s tunic again, exposing her giant melons to the
cool air.  Even her nipples were enlarged slightly.  "THAT," he said
with a sinister smile, "is more like it!"

He began to knead her breasts, and much to Supergirl’s embarrassment,
she was actually starting to get aroused by it more than ever.

"UUUUUNNNGGHH… OHHHHH…" she said as she began to pant.  She couldn’t
believe she was getting close to climaxing just by the way her breasts
were being massaged.  "N.. no.. This is.. OOOHH.. this shouldn’t….
MMMMM… feel so GOOOOOOOODD…"

X began to suck on one of her nipples, as Supergirl began to struggle
against her restraints and her rapidly building orgasm.  She wasn’t
supposed to be aroused by this.  Yet she was.  She was actually getting
turned on by it all.

"Like it?" X asked as he pulled his mouth off her nipple.  "I know you
do… I made your tits extremely sensitive.  With time you’ll cum by just
me sucking on them.  But that’s not all that’s now sensitive…"

X unfastened Supergirl’s skirt and pulled it off her.  Her legs were
still restrained so he had to rip her panties off to expose her now
hairless cuntmound.

"What are you.." Supergirl started to ask, but then X began to lick
around her bare crotch.  "I.. I… MMMM….  Oooh… no… please.. HMM…  OH
FUCK… OH SHIT… AHHHH… Oh GOD!!!  NHHHH!… I… I…. Oh God… no….
NOOOOOOOOOO!"

Supergirl shook violently as she climaxed.  Her wrists were raw from
trying the restraints and trying to fight her orgasm.  She came
quickly.  Too quickly for her!

X removed himself from between her wet thighs with a look of
satisfaction.  Then he removed the his white robe to expose her to his
huge cock.  "I think you’re ready for this now," he said with a grin.

"P-please…" the girl of steel begged as she panted.  "Don’t… not now…
please…  please…"

But it was too late as X stuck his cock-rod into her wet pussy.  If it
were possible, Supergirl would swear his cock was even bigger than
before as it entered her!  She screamed as it sunk into her.

"OH GODDDDDD!!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!!!"

"Yeah," X said as he began to slide his cock further up into her.  "I
made …. UUHH… your pussy even tighter…..  UNNHHHH …  than before, so
you’ll have to feel… UUNNHHH … every inch of me!"

"UUNNHHH!… OOHHH… OH GOD…. NNNNNNNHHH!!!"

While X was busy thrusting into her, he pressed a button underneath the
table.  Instantly, the restraints on Supergirl’s ankles snapped open,
freeing her legs.  Supergirl’s realized that her legs were free, but
instead of trying to use her legs to fight off X, she instead found
herself wrapping her legs around the young man, helping him push deeper
into her.  She was shocked at her own actions.  She was getting RAPED..
AGAIN.. and yet now she’s enjoying it!  What was wrong with her?

Supergirl screamed in joy as she climaxed again.  Then suddenly X began
to shudder, and then Supergirl could feel him cum once again, spraying
her womb with his sperm.  She could feel it spray into her like a hose.
How much sperm did he have?

X pressed another button and the table turned back upright.  He laid
there with his deflating cock inside her.  Her new body was layered in
sweat.

"Get of me.." she said.

"No," X said with a smile.  "I like it here… you with your hot, sticky
body, my cock inside your hot pussy.. your legs still wrapped around my
ass…"

Supergirl realized that indeed her legs were STILL wrapped around X’s
waist.  She unwrapped herself and let them fall to the table like they
were phony.

"PLEASE," she said insistently, "get off me."

X did so, without comment or criticism.  His cock left her pussy with a
soft "POP."  He stood there looking at her.

Then, after slipping on his robe, he reached for the notepad and pressed
a button.  The penlight beam of the Orgasmatron hit Supergirl on the
chest, and she cried out in ecstasy as she climaxed again.. and again..

Part 5.

When Supergirl awoke, she realized that she was still restrained on the
table.  She was still wearing her torn tunic and boots, but her red
skirt and what was left of her panties were on the floor.  Yet she felt
clean, as though she was given a sponge bath and a douche.

Then she heard the crumbling of concrete as the door was bring forced
open.  Metal ripped open, and Supergirl could see a female hand coming
through.  Then the door opened all the way, revealing a vision in red
and blue..

"By the gods.." Wonder Woman said as she raced over to Supergirl.  She
tore the restraints off Supergirl’s wrists.  "Are you OK?  What
happened?"

Supergirl couldn’t contain her tears any more.  She reached out to the
amazon princess, her mammoth breasts pressing against the amazon’s own
bustier-covered ones.  "Oh God Diana!" she cried in her new squeaky
voice.  "It was… just so… horrible…"

"Shh…." Wonder Woman said as she comforted her.  "It’s OK now..  I’m
here…"

"It’s.. that.. that THING…" she said sobbing.  "Looked like Lex
Luthor….  claims to be his son!… he raped me.. changed my body to look..
like THIS!"

"Shh.." the amazon said again as she stroked Supergirl’s hair.  "It’s
all right now.. It’s all right..  He won’t hurt you anymore."

"Are.. are you sure?" she said sniffling.

Wonder Woman pulled the helpless heroine closer to her, letting her
hands feel down her bare skin.  They were warm and tingling.  "I have
him tied up," she said in a soothing voice.  "He won’t harm you
anymore."

Supergirl could feel Wonder Woman’s warm body against hers and felt
strangely attracted by the heat and the sweet smell of her body.  She
couldn’t explain why.. she never really knew Diana in the few years
since she was on Earth.  And she never felt this way about her before..
but something was now different.. maybe it was her new body, and how
sensitive her nipples were as she clung close to the bare cleavage of
the amazon princess.

She looked up and into the amazon’s eyes.  "Diana?"

Wonder Woman smiled.  "It’s OK dear," she said reassuringly.  And then
brought her mouth to Supergirl’s.

Supergirl kissed passionately, feeling the warmth of her skin against
the amazon’s skin.  She has never been a full lesbian before, although
there were times when she found herself fantasizing about Lois Lane, but
she attributed those to the bond she shares with Clark (not to mention
the time she unknowingly impersonated Clark).  Princess Diana was
absolutely beautiful, but it was only until now that she found herself
aroused by the buxom amazon as well!

Diana pulled back from the embrace long enough to reach behind her and
unhook her red and gold bustier.  Her ample breasts were clearly a match
for Supergirl’s new ones, with bright red pointed nipples.  Dropping the
bustier on the ground, she moved back to the Maid of Might so she could
suck on her tits.

"Mmm.." murmured the amazon as she slid what was left of Supergirl’s
tunic from her back.  "Yes.. oh yes Supergirl..  Suck on them!"

Supergirl couldn’t believe she was sucking on Wonder Woman’s breasts!
Her nipples were sweet, almost like honey.  Not to mention naturally
HARD!  Well, of course she was born from clay.. why not?  Her body was
defined muscular, yet at the same time very feminine.  Her hands roamed
down the amazon’s tight stomach, then down underneath the waistband of
her blue and white panties.

Diana pushed Supergirl back down on the table, letting her hands as well
as her mouth explore the Maid of Might.  Supergirl shuddered as Wonder
Woman began sucking on her very sensitive nipples.

"Oh…" she muttered.  "Oh yes..  please…"

Then the amazon princess moved her mouth down from her nipples, to her
stomach, down to her very wet and bare pussy.

"OOOH.." panted Supergirl.. "MMMM! … Yes!  Oh fuck yes!"

"What did you say?" Diana said as she raised her head.

"Fuck!" Supergirl replied.  "As in FUCK ME NOW!"

Diana smiled.  "OK then, if that’s what you want.."

Wonder Woman peeled off her blue panties to show Supergirl her neatly
trimmed bush.  Now naked except for her boots, tiara, and bracelets, she
positioned her pussy until it was rubbing up against the horny body of
her partner.

The two women began gyrating their hips frantically, rubbing pussies and
clits against each other, trying to bring each other to climax as soon
as possible.

"UNGHH!!" screamed Supergirl.  "YESSSSS!!!   FUCK!!!!  UNNGHH!!!!
UUNNGGHH!!!!  AHHHHHH!!!"

"OH YES!" screamed Wonder Woman.  "UNGH!!  UNGH!! UNNGH!!"

Supergirl never experienced such pleasure from a woman before in her
life.  Waves of sheer erotic joy seemed to emanate from their pussies as
they gyrated in sync with each other.

"THIS… AHHH!!.. THIS IS … SO… FUCKING… WONDERFUL!!!"

Then Diana smiled.  "Then… UUNNGGHH!!… I’ve… UNNGGHHH!! … got a
surprise… UUNNGGHH!!!… for you!"

Supergirl wondered what Diana meant by that, then the amazon reached up
in between their gyrating pussies.  Supergirl arched her neck to try to
see what she was doing, but before she could get a look she felt
something tremendously thick slide in between her pussy-lips.

"OOOOHHH!!!!!" Supergirl screamed in pleasure.  "OH GOD!.. THAT’S SO
GOOOODDDDD!!!!!"

"Glad.. UNGH! … you .. like … it…" Diana said as they resumed their
grinding.

But this time it WAS different.  Diana didn’t grind as much as she
slapped her groin against the bare groin of Supergirl.

Supergirl could feel herself begin to climax.  She shuddered in pleasure
as she looked over and saw her amazon partner begin to cum as well.

"OOOH!!  AHHHHHH!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!"

The two women screamed in pleasure as they climaxed at the same time.
Waves of pleasure swept through Supergirl’s body, and she couldn’t tell
if the wetness she felt inside her was from her cum juices or from
Diana’s.

After a few minutes of panting, Supergirl could still feel something
inside her, although she still didn’t know what.  Was it a dildo?  Maybe
Diana’s tiara?  No, that was still on Diana’s forehead.  What was it?

"What do you have inside me?" Supergirl asked.

"I’m surprised," came the reply, "that you’ve forgotten it so quickly!"

Supergirl looked up in horror.  There, standing before her was Wonder
Woman, still with her feminine body, her long brunette hair, and her
ample tits, but now with the huge cock of X Luthor!

"No.." she said as she shuddered.

"What’s the matter, DEAR?" X said as he/she rubber his/her mammoth
breasts.  "Didn’t I say I had a surprise for you?  Don’t forget I’m a
shape-shifter as well!  Actually I kind of like this combination.  The
first time I tried this I came just by rubbing my nipples.  But enough
of this foolishness.."

Seconds later, X was back to his normal form.  "The good news is you
won’t be on this table anymore.  You’re getting your own room, with a
bed and breakfast service."

"Like HELL!" she said as she lunged at him.

X let Supergirl tackle him to the ground, smiling as they tumbled.  She
stood over him, smacking and hitting him with pent-up rage.

"Goddamn fucking rapist!  Fucking freak!" she shouted as she repeatedly
hit him with her fists.

X simply smiled, then he began to grow… and grow…

Before long, he was well over ten feet tall, as his muscles began to
bulge out like some massive steroid case.  Supergirl wasn’t even paying
attention to the sudden changes on her captor until a mammoth hand
pushed her off and flung her backwards to the other side of the floor.

"OW!" she screamed as she hit the back end of the wall.

But before she could recover, the mammoth form of X rolled her over on
her stomach.  He looked down at her prone form, her huge breasts pushed
out on side like balloons, and her tight little ass…

"NO!" she screamed as she instinctively knew what would happen.  "NOT
THERE!  NO!"

She struggled in vain to free herself from X’s grip, but it was too
strong for her.  The size of his massive cock, now twice it’s previous
size, tapped her tight ass cheeks like a fist.  Please, she prayed,
don’t let it enter me!

But he did manage to ram the head of his cock into her rectum.

Supergirl screamed in an ungodly tone in both pain and joy.  It seemed
when X re-engineered her body he also made her ass just as sensitive as
her tits and pussy.

"UUUNNNGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" bellowed the massive X as
he strained to push all of his cock inside her bowels.

Supergirl could feel his cock as though it was going to come right out
of her mouth.  She never thought she could experience both joy and pain
at the same time, yet here she was screaming as her captor began to pump
his gigantic cock in and out of her asshole.  There was no thought that
came through her mind.  Any thoughts of escape or retaliation were
gone.  Instead the blinding pain and climax of her body as it was being
obscenely violated.  She hated every minute of it..

And.. god help her.. she also began to enjoy every minute of it!

Just then X began to spasm.  He was beginning to cum, and from the rush
of pre-cum Supergirl could tell it was going to be a massive orgasm.

"ERRRR-AAAUUUUGGGHHHHH!!!!!" bellowed X as his cock began
to spurt into Supergirl’s bowels.

Supergirl could only howl as torrents of sperm shot up from her ass to
her stomach.  It was worse than any enema she could ever endure as
literally gallons of jism shot into her.  She could feel it bulge into
her stomach, and she felt as though it was going to surge up through her
throat.

The monstrous body of X shuddered as he continued to pump gallons of
sperm inside her ass.  Small jets of it started to spray from her
asscheeks.  Supergirl’s stomach started to take on obscene appearance as
the sperm continued to pour inside her.

Finally X’s cock and body returned to normal size, and the Girl of Steel
could feel his cock pop out of her ass before she again blacked out….

* * *

When Supergirl finally awoke, she found herself in a different room.
She was lying in the middle of a four-poster bed, which was in the
middle of the room.  Each of the bedposts had a hitching ring on them,
which looked all too familiar with the kind used for bondage.  It gave
her the chills just seeing them.

She got out of bed shakily.  She could feel her asshole still swollen
after the reaming she got from X.  Just sitting up gave her the shivers,
and she could almost feel like there was some sperm in her bowels.  But
other than that, she appeared to be as "normal" as she could given the
circumstances.

She also noticed that X had dressed her differently again.  Now she was
wearing a flimsy blue cover-up, the kind one would wear to hide a
bikini.  Only Supergirl knew she wasn’t wearing anything underneath this
garment.  Her super-sensitive nipples could feel the light cloth as it
brushed against them, and she could feel the cool air against her
exposed pussy.  The only thing keeping her modesty was a red tie-on sash
that held the "costume" closed.  She also noticed the red "S" over her
left breast, which wasn’t the elegant red and yellow symbol she normally
wore, but instead a crude letter as though it was done with a magic
marker.

The room was a bright red, with mirrored walls and a mirrored ceiling.
Even the carpet on the floor was a cheap red shag variety used in cheap
porno flicks.  One of the mirrored walls had a sticker that said "PRESS
ME" on it.  Curiously Supergirl did, only to have the wall open up to
reveal a small closet containing more cover-ups like the ones she was
wearing.  Closing the closet, she found another door that led to a
bathroom that consisted of a toilet, sink, and shower stall.

"Good Morning, Super-Slut."

X appeared on the other side of the metallic doorway.  Beside him was
what appeared to be a serving cart filled with food.

"As I promised," he said with a flourish, "breakfast to go with the
bed.  Orange juice, pancakes, scrambled eggs, and buttered toast."

"The name is SUPERGIRL," she replied.  "Not Super-Slut."

"I don’t think so," X said in reply.  "You’re neither super, nor just a
girl anymore.  You’re a super-slut.  And that’s what you are from now
on.  Oh, and I have taken some more precautions against further
attacks.  You need to treat your host and lover with more respect."

"You are NOT my lover," she spat out.  "You’re my rapist and my
kidnapper, and believe me, when Superman and the others learn what
you’ve done with me they’ll hunt you down like the dog you are!"

X grimaced.  "Oh, well then I guess you don’t appreciate my
hospitality..  You know, I could have left you shackled on the exam
table, spread-eagle and fucked at any time.  I offer you a bed, clothes
to wear, a bathroom, and even GOOD FOOD!  Well I understand.."

He started to leave with the serving cart.  Supergirl caught a whiff of
the aroma of the breakfast he had prepared for her.  She didn’t know how
long she was captured, but she did know she was very hungry.  VERY
hungry.

"… wait…" she managed to say softly.

X stopped in his tracks.  "Yes?" he asked as he faced away from her.

"I… I’m sorry," she blurted softly.  "I am hungry."

Her captor and host turned around.

"Then prove it."

Supergirl stammered for a minute.  "W-what do you want me to do?"

X gave a sly smile.  "You know what I want."

Supergirl sighed, then untied the sash holding her "clothes" together,
and let the flimsy garment drop to the floor.  Then she walked close to
him, kneeled, and undid the fasteners of his slacks.

"Yes," X said as he stroked her hair.  "You’re learning.. my
super-slut."

Supergirl grimaced at the word.  She wasn’t a slut!  She was being held
prisoner by a maniac rapist, and she was hungry!  If this was the only
way to stay alive, so be it!

X watched with delight as the Maid of Might began sucking on his growing
cock.  "Yes.." he mumbled.  "Oh, yes… my super-slut… suck it all… oh
god…."

Supergirl couldn’t believe she was kneeling in front of her captor,
letting herself be degraded while she sucked on his cock as though her
life depended on it.  Worse yet, she found herself getting off on it!

"UUNH…  yeah!.. suck… suck it down…MMMM… oh.. that’s so good…
you’re going to make me cum!"

She could feel the cock swell as he approached climax.  She debated
between swallowing the cum or pulling it out of her mouth and jerking
him off… but in the end she didn’t have a choice at all.  X clamped his
hands on the sides of her head, forcing her to swallow every drop of cum
as it shot down her throat.

"Yes," X said quietly with immense satisfaction.  "You are learning.. my
super-slut."

Part 6.

The license plates on the black car read "BW-10."  The driver, a
muscular man with a chiseled face, exited the car and made it’s way to
hotel lobby.  He didn’t check in, but instead checked to inquire on an
elderly couple who were traveling in an RV with a young woman.  After
making a phone call, he decided to pay a visit to the county courthouse
to check on the records of one Lex Luthor and any possible real estate
holdings by Lexcorp in the area.

* * * * *

Supergirl stood in the shower, letting the warm water splash across her
new voluptuous body.  She had hoped the shower would help clear her
mind, but it didn’t work.  Even the rhythmic pulses of the shower
reminded her of the Orgasmatron.  How, when it touched any part of her
body, would drive her to powerful orgasms.  Any part; a finger, a toe,
her nose, even the hair on her head.

She moved her soapy hands around her huge, firm breasts.  X had
re-engineered her body so that not only were her breasts twice their
normal size, but they were also more sensitive than before.  She felt
the tingle of pleasure when she moved her slippery hands around them,
grazing the extra-sensitive nipples.

How long has it been?  Days?  Weeks?  By her own rough count, at least
four days have passed.  She worried about Jon and Martha Kent - the two
people whom she considered to be the parents she never had.  No doubt
they are worried to death about her.  She left Martha in such a rush to
catch Lex Luthor, never to expect to be captured by a shape-shifter who
called himself Luthor’s "son."  She hoped they had the good sense to
call Clark and get out of the area before anything else happened.

"Where are you Clark?" she muttered under her breath.  "Where…?"

Then she realized she had gravitated her hands down past her stomach..
just above her bald pussy. "What am I doing?" she asked herself.  "I
should be doing this.. I.."

But instead of pulling back, she felt her hands going instinctively for
her clit.  She tried desperately to fight the urge to masturbate, but
instead she felt the all-too familiar wave of pleasure hit her.

"UUNNGGHHH…" she moaned.  "N-no… I… can’t… do….. OOHHH!!!"

One hand went up to her swollen breasts as the other continued on her
pussy.  She leaned back against the wall of the stall and spread her
legs wide.  Her fingers began to rub around her clit, picking up speed.

"Can’t…  Mustn’t.. UNNGGHHH!!… No… I’m Supergirl… I’m not some cheap..
s-slut…"

She tried to think of something.. anything.. that could break her
concentration.  The death of everyone she knew at the hands of three
super-powered criminals, Doomsday pounding her into protoplasmic mush,
Superman’s death at the hands of Doomsday, the destruction of Coast
City, being manipulated by everyone from Brainiac to Raven to Lex
Luthor..  But as she remembered learning about Lex’s duplicity, her mind
went back to the times he seduced her.. how he used to make her cum
twice before intercourse.. how his hands used to cup her breasts, which
then were barely just more than a handful and not the mountains of flesh
they were now.. how he used to play with her clit..

"OOH!" she exclaimed as she felt her body shiver.  She knew this as the
telltale sign she was about to cum.  "C-Can’t do this.. OOHH… OOHH…
NNNNNNNNNNNNNNGHHHHHHHHHH!!"

She spasmed uncontrollably as she climaxed.  Her legs gave way and she
sank down to the floor of the stall, the water splashing rhythmically
over her face.

Supergirl cursed at herself as she picked herself up from the tiled
floor.  Why?  Why was she doing this?  She knew that somehow X was
responsible for all of it, and somehow, no matter how long it takes,
she’d find a way out of it all.

She dried herself off and then put on the flimsy blue outfit X had
provided her as her only clothing.  She looked at herself in the
mirror.  Her damp platinum blond hair running down her back, the twin
mountains that were supposed to be her breasts.. she looked like Anna
Nicole Smith’s slutty twin sister!

Just then she heard a noise in the bedroom.  It sounded like someone was
picking the lock that kept her prisoner.  She quickly made her way to
the side of the door and waited for it to open, ready to pounce on
whomever was entering.

The door opened and she could see a black shape with pointed ears enter
the room.  Then the shape turned towards her direction..

It was Batman!

"Supergirl?" the dark knight asked when he saw her.  "Supergirl?  Is
that you?"

She was ready to cry.  She wanted to race over to him.. but then she
remembered that it could be a mistake.  The last time she trusted what
she saw it turned out to be X disguised as Wonder Woman.  She wasn’t
going to fall for the same mistake again.

"Batman?  How did you know where to find me?" she said suspiciously.

"Superman contacted me," he said in a dark voice.  "He was too busy
handling other crisis to come to your rescue, so he asked me to look for
you."

Supergirl walked over to him, ever so cautiously.  "And what happened to
X?"

"He got away.  Don’t worry, he won’t go far, though.  Robin is following
him."

She was inches away from him.  He wrapped his dark arms around to
comfort her.  "We’ll find some way to get you back to normal," he said.

She wanted to believe that.  She really did.  Instead, she shoved him
backwards towards the bed.

Batman was surprised.  "What are you doing?"

But Supergirl knew otherwise.  "Nice try," she said.  "But Superman
wouldn’t have been too busy to save me.  And the REAL Batman would have
known why!"

The Maid of Might pounced on the man that appeared to be Batman with a
ferocity.  She straddled over him.

"Err.. Supergirl.. What?"

She clawed at the bottom half that made up his black outfit.  The outfit
seemed authentic, but she knew someone with access to a lot of money
could get a real-looking Batman costume.  X certainly has access to
Luthor’s hidden funds.  The hidden catches that made up his pants came
undone and she tugged it down past his hips.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" he demanded as he tried to get up.

She pushed him back down on the bed and reached for his cock.  It seemed
quite normal, but she knew X could shape-shift to make it look real.
Maybe this WAS his real size.  "This is what you want, isn’t it?" she
asked as she quickly jerked his rod erect.  "You want to continue these
little games, right?  Let’s just get to the chase."

She was vaguely aware that she had at least some of her powers back.
Certainly super-strength and speed.  Strength to keep someone like him
down on the bed, and speed to bring his cock to strength in a matter of
seconds.  She took the cock into her mouth and quickly sucked on it.

"UUNNGGHHH!!… no.. Supergirl… what…. Are… you… UNNNNGGHHH!…."

Her head was a blur as she bobbed up and down on his rod.  It didn’t
take long for "Batman" to cum, and he spurted quickly in her mouth.

But she didn’t stop there.  Instead, she continued sucking on his cock,
quickly working it back up to fighting strength again.

"Super.. girl…" he pleaded, "please… don’t…. AAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!"

But it was too late. A second cum.  But she didn’t stop, not even to
clean up the mess from his first two loads.  Jism flowed down her mouth,
acting as a lubricant on his cock as she continued at full speed.

It took a few more seconds for him to cum a third time, but this time it
was much more painful for him.  "S-super… girl….  UNNGGHH… no…  Please..
n-OOOOOOOO!"  His voice was strained.  His muscles spasming from the
numerous orgasms.  "You’ll…. Kill… me…. if… you…"

Then there was silence.

Supergirl looked up at the prone body of "Batman."  He was clearly in
pain when he uttered those words, but checking on his pulse, she found
that he was still alive - just unconscious.

Then she realized what she had just done.  She just raped a man.  She
didn’t just render the guy unconscious, she RAPED him!  She was no
better than X when she did that!

She started to back up off the bed in horror.  "My god," she whispered.
"What have I done?"

"What you were expected to," she heard from behind, "my little
super-slut!"

She turned around.  X stood at the doorway.

"You did everything I expected of you," he said with a smile.
"Everything I prepared you for, my little super-slut!"

She started to pounce on him.  At super-speed, she would have him tied
up and be out of there in no time.  But X didn’t flinch.  Instead he
pressed a button on his bracelet.

Supergirl then doubled over in pain.  Tremendous pain.

Then she felt herself getting heavy.  She opened her eyes and saw that
her tits were growing.  Bigger and bigger.. bursting through the flimsy
material she wore.  They inflated like twin flesh-covered balloons.

And it wasn’t just her tits that grew, but her ass as well.  What was
once tight was now expanding so that her backside pushed the cover-up to
her waist.

"X!  What are you doing to me?" she asked as she grabbed her massive
mammaries in a vain attempt to keep them from growing.

"I warned you about trying to jump me again," X replied.  "This is what
I meant."

Then Supergirl saw him take his finger off the red button on the
bracelet and press a blue button next to it.  Instantly she felt the
telltale sensation of the orgasmatron as the beam hit her square on her
growing ass cheeks.

She screamed.  "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! NO MORE!!!!!!!!   PLEASE!!!!!!!!!
AAAAAAAGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Her whole body shook as she climaxed.  She could feel her tits swell
even more.  Then she felt moisture.  "MY GOD!  I’M LACTATING!"

Indeed, her breasts began dripping a milky substance from her enlarged
nipples.  X was tempted to taste it, but decided against it.  Instead he
stood there with that devious smile on his face.

Minutes later, the beam was turned off.  Supergirl lay face-down on the
floor, in the same X-augmented body as before.  A puddle of substance
from her breasts and a trial of cum from between her legs highlighted
her body.  What was left of her clothing was now just a shred of fabric
by her waist.

X walked over to the bed at the unconscious "Batman" who still had his
drawers down past his waist and his cock exposed.  "She’ll never know,"
he mumbled.  "Never guess that you were just some stud from the local
bar I picked up and tricked you into wearing that outfit.  And you’ll
never know who it really was who picked you up looking like my little
super-slut."

* * * * *

Batman - the REAL Batman - made his way into the county courthouse in
the dead of night.  He could have gone in daylight as Bruce Wayne, but
he knew that anyone asking too many questions might tip off whoever had
Supergirl.  He needed to go at night, as Batman.

The deeds and tax rolls revealed much about Lex Luthor.  It seemed
Lexcorp owned half of the buildings and banks in town.  There were many
places where Luthor could have gone, and certainly many places where he
could have squirreled some slush funds if he needed them.  But no place
in town where Luthor could be hidden without attracting attention.  And
certainly no place where they could hide a limo as big as the one that
was seen in town.

Then he discovered an abandoned Lexcorp mining company.  At least it was
SUPPOSED to be abandoned.  However, when he checked with the local water
records, he noticed that service was still continuing there.  Somebody
was still using the place.

Part 7.

Time had no meaning for Supergirl anymore.  What little she knew since
she awoke after the Batman hoax was that she was shackled to the
four-poster bed.  She no longer had any kind of clothes on at all.  She
was also vaguely aware that she got fucked often.  Her pussy and her ass
were sore.  She had a taste of cum in her mouth that she couldn’t get
rid of.  Her tits were wet and sticky with cum.

Everything else was a blur to her.  She was vaguely aware of faces..
different faces, but all still the same man..  X Luthor, using his own
shape-shifting powers, made himself into different people, then
repeatedly fucked her.  He made himself into so many people from her
life that she couldn’t keep track of what was real and what was a
shape-shifter’s illusion.

There was another sensation she was vaguely aware of.. the Orgasmatron.
The memorable hum and the blue glow that followed it.  When she wasn’t
getting fucked by X, he had that device on her.  It drove her to near
insanity by forcing her to cum so many times.  There was a numbing
sensation to her body now, almost like she wasn’t really there.  She
was, however, aware of the sore muscles and the tenderness of her wrists
and ankles after straining against the restraints.

She was tired, hungry, sticky, sore, thirsty, slightly numb, and
extremely humiliated.  She vaguely wondered if X was going to shortly
end it all for her.  It would be a godsend in her mind.  X has not only
turned her into a slut, but she had RAPED Batman when he tried to rescue
her.  How will she explain that to Clark?  To the other heroes?  There
would be no explanation that would satisfy them!

Just then X walked into the room.  He no longer dispensed with clothes
or disguises.  He was simply naked, with his big 14-inch cock half-erect
sticking out like a divining rod.  He had a cocky smile on his face -
the kind he always had just before he fucked her.

"Good morning my dear!" he said cheerfully.  "I have a treat for you
today.. if you’re behaving.  You ARE behaving, aren’t you?"

She nodded.  She knew better than to reject him now.

"Who are you?" he asked her as he put his hand into her stringy hair.

".. super.. slut.." she replied in a hoarse voice.

He stroked her hair like one would a pet.  "Very good, my super-slut.
Now, I have a gorgeous dinner for you if you’re willing to do what’s
necessary.."

She knew what he wanted, and at that point nothing else mattered to
her.  Nothing.  She nodded her head in compliance.

X reached over and freed her from her wrist restraints.  Then he did the
same with the restraints at her feet.  All the while he was careful to
keep his left wrist away from her.. the wrist with the security bracelet
that keeps her in check.

With the restraints off, Supergirl let her limbs fall as she felt the
circulation return to them.  They were numb, and she had little or no
strength left to move them.

X straddled over her, then dropped to his knees on top of her massive
tits.  His huge cock was right in front of her face.  "Make it hard," he
said with a sneer.

She reached up and with a shakily hand took the half-limp phallus into
her mouth.  It got hard as she started sucking on it.  She could feel it
get engorged with blood to it’s maximum thickness.  Then X pulled it out
of her mouth and placed it between her massive melons.

"Hold your tits tight," he said.  "Push them together."

Her fingers were still tingling as she complied, pushing her tits
together as he began to pump his massive cock between them.  The
sensation was unnerving for her - his cock between her super-sensitive
tits.  She could feel the erotic sensations build within her again.

 ******

Superman returned to Metropolis in a huff.  It has been a grueling few
days for him - helping out Japan from an earthquake, then a hurricane in
Bangladesh, and then a tsunami in Hawaii, then an invasion attempt by a
rogue Khund warlord.

Running into Maxima didn’t make it any easier.  The red-haired princess
was still lusting for him in the worst way, and she still refused to
take "no" for an answer.  At one point she filled his mind with her
erotic fantasies - fantasies that involved the two of them bare naked,
their genetically-flawless bodies grinding together in heated passion.
To see Maxima’s perfect breasts and red-hot pussy - even as a mental
illusion - got him a raging hard-on.  He was tempted like no other time
before and he was that close to actually ravaging her… But then he
remembered he still had Lois, and she has always been more than enough
of a woman to satisfy his all too human desires.

The Man of Steel made a beeline to Lois’ apartment, using his X-ray
vision to make sure she wasn’t with somebody.  Then he opened the window
and let himself in.

Lois was in the kitchen when he entered.  "Clark?" she called out.

"Yes Lois," he said as he tugged off the cape and almost flew over to
her.  The smell of her body, the warmth of it, got him hard again.
"MMMMM… I don’t know what’s better, the smell of your cooking or the
smell of your body."

He nibbled on her neck, his hands roaming down to her tight ass
underneath the black sweats.

"HMMM.." she said as she felt the bulge pressing into her lower
abdomen.  "Oh, baby, something got your attention.  I know you don’t
normally do this when you come in.."

Then she suddenly backed away, bumping into the cabinet behind her.
"OHMIGOSH!  I almost forgot!  Your parents!"

Suddenly that snapped him into attention.  So close after Conduit.. to
hear anything about the Kents was hard for him.  "What?  What happened
to them?"

"Nothing.. I think.. anyways they were in this small town with
Supergirl, and Martha called me saying they thought they saw Lex Luthor
in the area.  Jonathan and Martha headed out of the area and Supergirl
went to check on things.  I couldn’t call you.. so I pulled out the
number you asked me to use in case of emergencies.."

"Batman’s number," Superman said.  "Did you hear anything else from Ma
and Pa?"

"Only that they were staying just on the outskirts of Sugar Creek.."

In a flash Superman had grabbed the cordless phone and dialed the number
to his adopted parents’ cellphone.  "Ma?  Yes, it’s Clark.  Listen, I
just got back from space.  Lois told me a little about what’s happened,
and I’ll be on my way there shortly.  You two go on to your next spot.
I’ll get Mae and…  Yes Ma, I have.. a friend who should be there
already.. so you two get going and Mae and I will meet you there.  I’ll
feel safer when the two of you are away from the area.  Yes Ma.. I love
you too.  Bye."

"I’m sorry Clark," she said as he returned the phone to the charger.  "I
should have said something the minute you came in, but you came in so
fast.."

"Don’t worry about it Lois," he said as he gave her a quick peck on the
cheek, then retrieved his cape.  "I’ll be there in a few minutes, and if
Luthor is still there I’ll make sure he pays dearly for this!"

*****

Batman walked stealthily into the hallway located at the end of the
mining shaft.  He found Luthor’s limousine parked with the engine cold.
It hadn’t been used in days.

The hallway was dimly lit, leading straight to the room at the end.
Once inside the room at the end of the hallway he found it to be empty,
but indications of a trap were there.  His night lenses picked up the
reflections of small mirrors in one half of the room, and the telltale
indentions of a recessed barrier.  On the other half of the room, he
noticed the fine carpeting and the indentions in the shag that proved
something heavy once rested there.  Perhaps a desk and a chair.

On the other side of the room was another passageway.  That led to
another hallway, this one brightly lit.  The hallway had a steep incline
to it - the first door on the left had some sort of medical examination
room in it.  Heading upstairs he found a second room - this one
resembling a surgical observation room.  But unlike other observation
rooms, this one had computer terminals and other devices inside it.  He
quickly checked the monitor displays.  Each of them displayed different
biological functions of someone referred to as "SUBJECT SS."  He wanted
to look further at them, but decided first to do a quick check of the
other rooms.  It would do him no good to check monitor readings if
someone as devious as Lex Luthor was around.

There were a few other rooms down the hall.  One was for a costume room
with various outfits - including a close imitation to his own.  Each
costume had a photograph or picture on the hangers.  He checked out the
one with the imitation of his outfit - the picture appeared to be from a
computer printout.  The notations on the bottom read "Lexcorp Security -
Intelligence Division.  Subject:  Batman"

He was about to put the costume back on the hook when he noticed the
tear along the waistband of the pants.  They were torn by somebody of
great strength - the material used to make the outfit was of thick
Latex, designed to stretch but not tear.  The kind of strength Supergirl
would have.

There were other outfits as well, but one caught his eye - the extremely
accurate Supergirl outfits seen at the end of the room.  Of all the
costumes, these didn’t have any accompanying pictures with them.  But
they didn’t have to if it was Lex Luthor.  He knew Supergirl, was
intimate with her.  No doubt Luthor has whole mainframes dedicated to
her physical structure right down to the DNA.

Leaving the costume room, he checked out two of the other three rooms.
One was an ornate dining room with a fully stocked kitchen.  The other
was what appeared to be an ornate suite complete with living room and
bedroom.  The very last room was sealed with a metal door.  He didn’t
know what was going on there, but from the faint sounds he picked up he
knew somebody was in the throws of sex.

He placed a warning device on the adjoining wall of that sealed door
that would alert him to movement, then returned to the observation
room.  One display caught his attention - the one marked "SS - Matrix
Configuration."  He knew that meant Supergirl, since she was the only
person created from a protomatter matrix.  The computer was Windows95
based - so he pulled up the adjoining files about subject "SS."

The configuration files had numerous settings displayed.  The one
currently displayed was for "Super-Slut" and had features that would put
Wonder Woman to shame.  There were other settings as well, including one
that would enlarge Supergirl’s features to an obscene extreme.  It was
marked "Emergency."

Another terminal monitored Supergirl’s mental output.  There were images
and messages being flashed on the screen.  No doubt being transmitted
straight to her brain.  The level of mental conditioning was to an
extent he’d only seen once by the Mad Hatter.  These messages were
erotic in nature, with detailed stories, sound clips, and scenes from
porno movies added in for enhancement.

Then there was the third monitor.  One that had a closed-camera image of
some guy fucking a nude blond woman the bore a striking resemblance to
the "SS" configuration file.  There was a notation underneath the image
- "ORGASMATRON STATUS:  STANDBY."  He knew about the Orgasmatron
from Batgirl, and how Lord Easystreet almost put her and Wonder Woman into
retirement through their humiliation.

He went back to the first monitor.  If it WAS Supergirl being fucked by
that guy in the third monitor, then it probably wasn’t willing.  If
there was some way to give her an edge..

*****

"UNGH!"

Supergirl and X fell off the bed, rolling on the floor while he
continued to pump his hard cock into her.  Over and over again he fucked
her, bringing her from one climax to the next.  Her heavy breasts
slapped her chin as he continued to fuck her.

"UUNNGGHH…  OH GOD…. UUNGHH!!!!!!"  Supergirl writhed underneath
him.  "AAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

"Yeah.." X said under his breath, "cum…. Cum again…. my… super-slut…."

X closed his eyes, oblivious to what would happen next.

"What…" Supergirl said, "what… is.. happening….
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!"

X didn’t know anything happened.. except that all of a sudden her pussy
wasn’t as tight as it was before.  He opened his eyes, only to discover
the woman she was fucking wasn’t her.

It wasn’t Super-slut.

It was Supergirl!

And Supergirl was aware of her transformation.  How could she not be
aware?  Her tits shrunk back to normal size, she shrunk a few inches to
normal, and even her voice went back down an octave to normal.  But the
one thing that was still the same was that X was still fucking her.

"What.." X said.  "NO!  THIS CAN’T BE!"

He tried to pull away, but Supergirl locked her legs behind him, keeping
him pinned down.  Then she grabbed hold of his left wrist.. and the
bracelet.

X realized what she was trying to do.  "NO!  NO!  NOT NOW!!"

But it was too late.  She pressed hold of the blue button on the
bracelet and pressed hard, using all her strength to lock it in.

The Orgasmatron was targeted for Supergirl, but because X was on top of
her when the button was pressed, the beam hit X square in the back.  X’s
eyes went wide with pleasure as he let loose a bloodcurdling yell.  Then
proceeded to pump his cock in and out of Supergirl at breakneck speed.

"UUNNNGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" cried the Maid of Might.  She was not
only being fucked by X again, but she was also getting the residual
effects from the Orgasmatron as it coursed through X.

"AAHHHHH" screamed X as he spasmed.  "T-T-THE PL-PLEASURE!!!!!!
C-C-CAN’T STOPPPPP!!  NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Over and over again X fucked Supergirl.  Supergirl could feel X’s sperm
pour out almost continuously into her vagina.  He was cumming almost
continuously now.. which for a woman would be blissful, but for a man -
even a shape-shifter - would be certainly lethal.  She wanted to relax
her hand.. to stop the process, but in the throws of multiple orgasms
every muscle was locked down hard.

"C-CAN’T S-STOP… UUNGGHHH!" she screamed as yet another wave of
pleasure hit her.

She could feel the torrents of sperm filling up her vagina, making it
bulge out.  Jets of it started to spray out from her pussy lips as she
felt him spasm over and over again.  She knew the sensations all too
well, but she never had it hit her while being fucked.  It was like she
was being fucked inside and out.

X meanwhile was in agony.  He had never been hit with the Orgasmatron
before, but he knew what the effect would be if he was.  At first he was
enraptured by the pleasure, but the pleasure quickly turned to pain as
he realized that he was being forced to climax even faster than the last
time.  And no matter how many times he shot his load, he was still rock
hard!  He could feel his muscles tense up with every climax.. his heart
beating faster and faster..

"H-HELP!!" he screamed, "I.. UUUNNGGGHHH…. C-CAN’T…. ARGG….
S-S-ST-STOPPPPP…. NOOOO!!!  OH… GOD… STOP… IT!!!!!!!"

*****

Superman was over Sugar Creek when his JLA communicator sounded.  Only a
handful of people knew he still carried one - and one of them was
Batman.  He dove straight for the signal to the mine on the outskirts of
the town.

"Batman?" he said down the hallway.

Batman met him halfway in the second hallway leading into the
examination room.  "Over here," he said grimly.

Superman raced ahead of him into the observation room.  Supergirl lay
there on the medical table, quite unconscious.  She was once again
dressed in her blue and red outfit.

"What.." Superman started to say.

"She’s fine," the Dark Knight reassured him.  "Now anyways."

"Where’s Luthor!" he demanded.

"He was never here.  Seems it was one of those Lexcorp copies of
Supergirl disguised at Luthor.  That’s who Supergirl found."  Batman
pointed at Supergirl’s temple.  "It had implanted some sort of device in
her head.  My guess is it wanted Supergirl to give any information she
knew about you.  But I removed it a minute ago.  She should be fine
now."

Superman looked up in disgust.  "Where is… it?"

Batman barely got the word "upstairs" out of his mouth before Superman
bolted back up the hallway and into the last room that was open.

Aside from the bare bed with restraints, the only thing in the room was
a puddle of gray mass that vaguely resembled a humanoid statue.  It was
slowly melting itself into the carpet.

"Whatever it was," Superman said, "can’t hurt her anymore…"

He rejoined Batman and an awakening Supergirl in the examination room.

"C-Clark?" Supergirl asked as her eyes fluttered open.

"I’m here Mae," Superman said as he took her hand.  "Are you OK?"

She blinked for a minute.  "Yeah.. I guess I am.."

She turned and saw Batman on the other side.  For a minute she had a
feeling of absolute horror and guilt.  Her eyes went wide and her mouth
gaped open.

The Dark Knight recognized her horror.  "What is it?" he asked.

Supergirl wanted to say something, but then the feeling passed.  "I
don’t know," she said.  "It was the weirdest feeling… like I did
something really wrong.. but I don’t know what…"

"It’s probably nothing," Batman said.  "I’ve seen it before with some
heroes who have been captured like you were."

"What do you remember?" Superman asked.

Supergirl thought about that for a minute.  "It’s the damnedest thing..
I don’t remember anything except going after someone that looked like
Lex Luthor.  He trapped me in some sort of room… then… I’m sorry.. I
can’t remember anything after that."

"That’s OK," Superman said.  "Let’s get you out of here."

He helped Supergirl off the examination table.  She flinched slightly
when she saw the table, but again she didn’t know why.  Then she noticed
that she had CLOTHES on, that the outfit wasn’t an extension of her
protomatter body.  But for some reason she felt comfortable with that.

Superman looked back at Batman who was still standing in the room.
"Batman?"

"I want to comb the area for clues," he said, "see if there’s anything
that might help us find Luthor.  Go ahead and get her out."

"OK," the Man of Steel said.  "And thanks for helping out…"

Batman watched them as the left the room.  He didn’t want them to know
the real truth:  that Supergirl’s memory lapse wasn’t just convenience,
but something he deliberately did once he realized what Supergirl had
done while being captured.

The observation room had recorded everything going on in the exam room
and her cell.  They were on videotapes for X’s personal amusement.  It
recorded everything from her capture to her repeated rapes to raping
someone who wore the fake Batman costume, then finally her act of
vengeance against X.

He returned to the observation room and pulled out the last tape in the
recorder.  It was the tape where Supergirl killed X.  He knew she did
because he was the one that triggered the computer to restore her
appearance and her powers.  She could have forced herself off him at any
time.  That was why he removed those memories from her mind before
removing the implant and why he kept that knowledge away from Superman.
Clark was the closest thing to a friend besides Alfred, Jim Gordon, and
Nightwing, and he knew that telling him the full extent of what X Luthor
did would have driven the Kansas-raised kryptonian out of his mind.

He entered the living quarters which was ornately decorated with all of
Lex Luthor’s tastes, right down to the nude painting of Supergirl, done
back when she was infatuated with him.  No doubt it was this picture
that got X thinking about this whole sordid affair.  Behind the painting
was a hidden control panel with three buttons and a lever.  He depressed
the three buttons then put his hands on the lever.

"God forgive me," he mumbled before pulling the lever.

Five minutes later the mine, and everything inside it, exploded.

*****

Onboard the luxury yacht "Regal" Lex Luthor relaxed on the observation
deck facing the pool.  A beautiful blond girl dove into the water with
grace and ease.  He watched as she pulled herself out of the pool, how
the water clung to her short blond hair, how it dripped off the points
of her bikini-clad body and down her bare skin.

Just then the ship’s purser interrupted.  "Excuse me sir, but this fax
just came in for you."

Luthor snatched the fax from the young man then sneered at him until he
skulked away in fear.  Then he read the fax.

"Mister L. - Lexcorp facility #2345-654 at Sugar Creek exploded. Cause
unknown, but Superman and Supergirl were seen in the area.  Fiscal leak
in that area has also been stopped."

He didn’t know why Superman and Supergirl were there, but for whatever
reason it was for the best.  They were nowhere close to finding him, and
he should be in Monte Carlo in another month.  Still.. Supergirl was
someone whom he couldn’t get out of his mind.

Then he noticed the blond girl in the blue bikini.  Aside from the short
hair, she could pass herself off as Supergirl.  She walked up to him.

"Excuse me," she said, "but I couldn’t help but notice that you were
looking at me."

"Really?" Luthor said.  "Well I must admit that I was.  You see, you
sort of remind me of a former girlfriend."

"Oh!  How much like her?"

"Why don’t you have dinner with me and I’ll tell you all about her.  I
have the executive suite."

Her eyes widened.  "Sure.. mister..?"

"Call me Lex," he said as he extended his hand.  "And you are?"

She took his hand.  "Aurora."

"An interesting name," he said with a grin.  "You can tell me all about
it tonight.  Say around seven?"

"Seven it is."

He watched as she walked away.  Even her ass reminded him of Supergirl.

"Oh yes, I will have you," Lex said.  "My little super-slut."

END















