The Fall of Superteen - Part One.

Look at this bitch: young, fine-featured in a tight black tee-shirt with a white S-shield centered on her ample chest. Very pretty, very innocent looking.
That is Chloe, otherwise known as Superteen.
Allow me to introduce myself - my name is Violator. I am an intergalactic super villain. You will not have heard of me but soon you will not only know my name but you will be bowing at my feet. I love your little planet. I’ve seen many like it but none has the appeal this one does. I’ve had access to your internet. I’ve read your chatrooms and one of the questions the believers always bring up is:
“If there was an invasion what would be the first thing the aliens would do?”
So far you have all been wrong. I will not make mines to get all your planets minerals, I will not kill you all. Oh no. I’d do what every single male would do who is reading this right now. I’d imprison every single person and then one by one all of your tantalising hotties, your pop princesses and your gorgeous, crotch achingly beautiful teenage models would be brought to me one by one and each would spend some time bouncing on my 7 inch tool. They would be fucked by the dick that will bring on the deaths of their friends, their families and their loved ones. They’d all be my slaves, and, when I was bored, the slaves of my henchmen and since they number into their thousands your beauties would have a lot of sweating to do.
This is all irrelevant because this does happen. Seven years from now – to the day in fact. I’m writing from the future to tell you another story. How the hottest and most wanted of all your girlies fell at my feet. The one they will call Superteen. I suppose I should tell you how it all started…
* * *
It was a quiet afternoon in a small town just outside of London. Chloe, or Superteen as she was later known, was sitting on the edge of her bed tying her Doc Martins firmly by yanking the shoe laces into place. She couldn’t stand walking and having shoe laces trailing behind her. She tied them into a bow, her cute and small face screwed up with concentration and finally she was ready. She stood up off the bed and looked at herself in the full length mirror.
Chloe had spent all week getting the outfit together and to see it all on her was a remarkable moment. She was finally ready; after all these years hiding her powers she was going to use them. Tonight, the night before her 18th birthday – okay, she was one night earlier than she had promised those that had given her her remarkable gifts but a few hours wouldn’t count – she was going to go out onto the streets, across the seas, into the darkest parts of society and root out the evil. Make sure that the bad guys, the bad guys that seem to be winning these days that seem to have no obstructions in doing their evil deeds, would finally be brought to justice.
She smiled.
She was wearing a tight classic "SuperGirl" tshirt that hugged her body very well, a short red skirt that only comes down to her perfect milky thighs and streches over her tight perfect teenage ass. She wears a large pair of Doc Martins – laces tied tighly and under the skirt she was wearing a white SuperGirl thong just to complete the look. Her blonde hair is down and flowing down her back. Chloe smiles determinedly.
“Perfect.” She said to herself as she looked at her new costume. She hadn’t noticed when she had been assembling it but, now she looked at it all together, it resembled her school uniform that hung on the back of her bedroom door a few feet away from where she was standing posing.
* * *
She attended a private school. On the outside Marriott’s Academy was a red brick building that, every morning, has its pupils arrive on clockwork each wearing neat and pristine uniform. However, the reality was very different to this. The teachers, although each one more prestigious than the last, had lost interest in teaching and the pupils in their care. Chloe could count on one hand the teachers that had helped try and appease the rife bullying and shocking behaviour of the skin head group nicked named the “Oval Gang” who terrorised the weaker students. It gave Chloe great pleasure being able to deal with them and stand up for those who could not stand up for themselves ever since she had been given her powers.
Ah, her powers. Her amazing powers. For weeks after she had woken up to find the aliens in her room she had wondered why she had been chosen. She woke up with a start and her eyes took a few seconds to focus. She heard something move over by her curtained window. Slowly she slipped out of bed, only wearing a tight fitting flimsy tshirt and some white underwear.
“Hello? Is anybody there?” she asked hesitantly as she reached in the dark for something to use as a weapon if it turned out to be a burglar. “Is anybody there?” Chloe repeated after getting no answer from the shadowed shape that was forming in the darkness.
“Stand back, human.” A voice snarled. “Stand back. Stand away! No closer! Not a step closer or you’ll regret it”.
“Okay,” answered the nervous teenager, now trembling ever so slightly and considering calling out for her parents. The only problem was is that her little sister, Camilla, was sleeping in the next room. The last thing she wanted to do was bring her sister into danger too.
“Are you the human who goes by the name of Chloe?” the voice rasped.
“H-how do you know my name?”
“I know a lot of things about you. We have been looking for a suitable person for a long time now. We have watched hundreds, if not thousands, of humans. Humans of different ages, both genders have been considered.”
“Been considered for what? Why are you here? Have you been staking out our house? We don’t have anything valuable worth stealing here. Dad has got security cameras outside and if you leave now nobody even needs to know you were here. I know people like you are poor and need to –“
From the darkness there was a huge squeal of either pain or anger – Chloe could not tell which. She stepped back in shock at the sudden noise. Then something happened that she was expecting even less. The sound that the creature had just been emitted, somehow for reasons Chloe could not explain, bounced back in a powerful echo. That sound then echoed back too and for a few seconds there was a lot of reverbing noise.
“How do you do that? What is that?” she shouted over the din. Half way through her questioning the noise stopped.
“That is the sound proofing, Mortal. I couldn’t have the rest of your family knowing that we are here. We couldn’t have that at all. The experiment would be ruined.”
Suddenly Chloe got a lot more scarred. Experiment? This wasn’t a burglar – this could be some sort of sicko. It could even be one of the psychopaths that she was always reading about on the internet and in the papers.
“What experiment?” she asked with a tremble in her voice.
“Our experiment. You have been chosen Chloe, chosen to receive powers. Amazing powers beyond your comprehension. We have been watching this planet and once before we have given an individual amazing powers. We came back about two hundred years ago to monitor the reaction and it was astounding. The impact that one individual has had is beyond our expectations. Now we want to see what you can do. We are testing the waters to see if aliens could interact with your kind. We are going to make you a hybrid – a body of a human, the body of a normal teenage girl but yet the powers of our race. There will be no difference physically between you and the next girl. However, we have done some research into how this experiment turns out –“
“You mean that you’ve –“
“Yes, we’ve been to the future. We see the future and the past as if they were the present. Take a look at this –“ from out of the darkness a tendril extended into a small beam of light that was being let in from a gap in the curtain and in it’s grasp was a silver envelope. Her hand extended with slight trepidation and snatched it back, not leaving her hand too close to the tendril for too longer time. She peeled back the seal of the envelope and felt inside it. She pulled out some papers and magazines. In the dark she couldn’t quite see the covers so she moved closer into the light. She gasped when she saw the covers. The magazines were mostly “Lad’s Mags”, magazines like FHM, Maxim etc and there she was on the front in a uniform that very closely resembled that of Super Girl. It was definitely her, a few years older. Her breasts were bigger and were filling out that tight t-shirt more, but it was definitely her. She then moved to the next magazine. There she was again in the same costume. The next was a newspaper and there she was on the front cover.
“I don’t understand,” Chloe said. Her then fourteen year old self was quite afraid by this point. “What is all this – what –I don’t understand why –“
And then, after a blinding flash of light, her memory goes blank. All she can remember is waking up in the morning with two newspaper clippings on the floor that described the “new supergirl” and the powers that she has. Over the next few years she honed those powers, she could fly, she could shoot fire from her very eyes, she could move faster than ever before and she could blow wind so cold it would freeze everything it touched.
Faster than a speeding bullet, as they say, and with her powers honed to their limit, she was ready to take on anybody.
Chloe, took one last look at her self in her costume in the full length mirror. Perfect she thought, I look like those magazines covers almost to the last detail. She glanced sideways to her alarm clock on her bedside.
“Shit!” she exclaimed as she saw the alarm clock read 8:43am. She was almost going to be late again. She spun round in a circle and in a flash she was wearing her immaculate school uniform. This “spin-change” move, that Chloe had copied off so many television super hero shows, would, in later years, get her into trouble. Photographers, which their amazing modern cameras could freeze frame her changing. There eventually became a few pictures of her standing in just her thong but luckily, since she was moving so fast her milky perfect breasts were blurred and therefore the photos weren’t very publishable or useful for the perverts that so badly wanted them.
She arrived at school just on time and the day dragged on as always. Lunchtime, as ever, brought on its own problems. Adrian, a bald thug, had marched into the dining hall where all the other pupils were sitting eating packed lunches and had grabbed a weedy kid called Daniel. He literately picked him up and dragged him out of the main school building and marched him over towards the tennis courts. Chloe noticed this out of the corner of her eye and sighed. She had been threatening these bullies for months. After the first few weeks of taking them on they had got violent. Of course she took them on and won with ease and ever since they have been careful around her. She made her apologies to her friends and slowly followed the Adrian out to the concealed wooded area by the sports pitch and tennis courts.
“Give us your fucking money you bastard” one of Adrain’s thug friends shouted only an inch away from petrified Daniel’s face. “We want your fucking money now and if you don’t give it to us now, you’ll pay for it with blood.”
“Just give us the cash. We aren’t going to be to buy any snort with thin fucking air are we?”
Chloe had seen enough. Daniels face was red as one of the boys was standing behind him with his arm wrapped tightly around his thin neck. This cut off circulation was making weedy Daniel cough and turning his whole face red. Here we go again she thought. She stepped into the clearing they were standing in and they all turned to look at her.
“Why if it isn’t Little Miss Pricktease. I like your skirt today, Chloe. I’m sure its getting shorter every day. Not that I’m complaining of course. Your tight little body keeps me awake at night. All night little bitch, imagine what I could do with you if I had you actually in my bed rather than just in my mind I –“
“Shut up, loser” Chloe spat back at him. “You are a jerk, you all are. Why not try picking on someone your own size for a change. Now put him down.”
“Drop the geek,” Adrian spat. “Pick on someone my own size, Chloe?” Adrian strutted up to Chloe in an overly confident way. “My own size? Well there isn’t anybody here that’s my own size. But these I think are the perfect size!” He lunged forward to grab her breasts. Seeing his sudden attack she lunged to the sides but found two guys behind her holding her. Adrian laughed.
“Looks like I’m finally getting what I want” he said to her in a low voice as his hands played with her breasts through her shirt and bra. Chloe struggled like a fish in water. She didn’t want to expose the full range of her powers – she couldn’t. She wasn’t allowed to let any one know. The alien had warned her that if anybody knew the experiment would cease and she’d loose all her powers.
“Hey Greg”, Adrian shouted to the guy that had been cutting off Daniel’s air supply. “Greg, take a photo of this on your phone.” Adrian then posed cupping Chloe’s tits as Greg’s camera phone clicked a few times. “You gotta message me some copies of this”. Adrian laughed.
Chloe couldn’t take it anymore. She kicked out at Adrian and hit him in the shin.
“Shit!” he swore as he hunched over in pain. Seeing their friend and leader in many respects in pain, the two guys holding her loosened their grip. She used this opportunity to push herself free. The two guys recoiled trying to gain control of her again, but it was too late. She headbutted one of them and the other, seeing his two friends in pain (both with possible broken bones – leg and nose) decided it was best to back off. After being humiliated with them touching her she wanted to leave fast. She turned to find Daniel to see that he had already vanished. Great, she thought, that’s gratitude for you. She hurried out of the clearing.
By the end of school the picture message had been texted to pretty much every phone – even the sleazy teacher Mr. Cummings seemed to have seen it. He winked at her in his normal pervy way but seemed extra smug with himself. Little did she know that when he left their class to go and get more coffee he actually went to the staff toilets and looking at the photo on his phone in one hand he jacked off with the other.
And he wouldn’t be the only one that day, or the day after, or the day after that.
Of course that is nothing. Later, when she’s locking up tens of criminals a week they all sit in prison thinking about her. Some institues 90 percent of the inmates have been locked away by Superteen. They sit all day and talk about revenge. They talk about her tight body. They put up posters of her. In time all the criminal population wank their villainous cocks and think of her perfect little face and her tight body.
Adrian was the first to touch her tits and I would be the second…
I lay in rubble. Seven years after the incident with the thugs and she had destroyed my whole plan to take over your planet. With ease she had defeated me. She had become a full heroine and she had learnt hundreds of tricks and moves in her short seven years. However, I had a plan. Next to me lay a beeping device. A time travel unit.
Now listen here. This is only chapter one of how this little superhero is going to get degraded, fucked and used for what she did to all of villain kind. If you want a second part contact me on the form below with your predictions of what will happen. The nastier, the more degrading and the more sick they are the better. As soon as I get enough the second, third, fourth and who knows… chapters will be posted and you’ll see her get what she deserves… Write soon villain scum, you know you want to know how I finally get her…

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