Supergirl vs. the Assassin Part 2 (C) 2010 Magnum (MF, Superherorine, Villain) Part 1 2 3 4 The following story contains adult themes such as non-consensual sex. If you are offended by this kind of stuff or if you are under legal age please do not read. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit will be made from the distribution of this story. This work is not for sale by any parties. Feel free to repost it unaltered in free areas, but no profit should be made from this piece by any parties involved. The following is a parody of the popular DC comics line. All trademarks belong to their respective owners. Adults only-material unsuitable for children. "Well we're finally here, Supergirl. If you thought we were having fun before, just wait till I get you inside the hideout. Don't worry about Superman finding you, my hideout is soundproofed and lined with a thin coating of lead. It's going to be just you and me," the Assassin said as Supergirl dimly heard a garage door open and then close. Once inside the garage the Assassin quickly unloaded her into his hideout. She felt herself being placed on a couch, but soon felt her legs being spread and her feet being placed in the stirrups of an examination table. Oh no, what is he doing? she thought. Unknown to Supergirl at this time, the Assassin started the video equipment that had been placed in the room to tape the rest of the action. He soon removed her blindfold and Supergirl found herself under bright lights, which didn't allow her to see much of the surrounding darkened room. He sat her up to remove the hand cuffs and allowed her to move her aching arms and hands from behind her back. The masked man only let her enjoy this freedom briefly before pulling the weakly struggling heroine's arms over her head, causing her back to lay down on the table. Her hands were quickly cuffed again, only this time the Green K studded cuffs' insides were padded to lessen the discomfort on her wrists. The cuffs were then placed over a hook to keep her hands over her head. She now fully realized that with her body in this condition, the Assassin would have her completely at his mercy to do with as he pleased. She felt the juices begin flowing between her legs at the thought of what he might have in store for her. Even the thought of destruction at his hands was not enough to shake her out of the aroused state she was in. After raising the back of the table to a 45 degree angle, the Assassin placed a sensuous kiss on her lips and pushed his tongue into her mouth to intertwine with hers. At first she was unprepared for this, but was soon she was enthusiastically returning his kiss. After a few minutes of this, he left her mouth and began trailing kisses down her cheek to her smooth, receptive neck. "Oooohhh, mmmmyyy", she sighed as his mouth and tongue continued their journey to the juncture where her neck and shoulder met. He continued to kiss and nibble the sensitive spot until he heard her breathing become labored. The Assassin looked up and noticed that her eyes were now closed while she enjoyed his pleasurable attentions. He moved to her ear and whispered, "We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Supergirl. You know what I have in store for you, even if you are a virgin. I guarantee the easy way will be much more pleasurable for both of us. The hard way will offer you little pleasure and probably a lot of pain, but don't worry, either way I will get enjoyment. I possess several grades of Kryptonite. I am sure the more powerful variations could make it very painful for you." Her mind cleared enough for her to breathe the words, "You don't need my consent for anything. I'm powerless to stop you, why do even care about what I want?" While groping one of her firm boobs he murmured back into her ear, "There are several reasons I care. First, until you, I have always killed the low lives out there that were murdering or taking advantage of innocent people. You, Supergirl may not kill them, but at least you turn them over to the law to take them out of circulation for while. So, I at least owe you the courtesy of going out in the most pleasurable manner possible. Second, you are a virgin and I wouldn't want to deprive you of any sexual enjoyment or fantasies before your demise. Besides you are one gorgeous babe and as I stated before, we can both get a lot of satisfaction out of this. Third, if you can remember, I told you if you were a good girl that I would tell you the secret of how I got so much Green K. What's it going to be? Easy or hard?" As she began to think of an answer she felt his hand begin to creep lower to reach the moistening area between her legs. One of his fingers began to casually glide over the material covering her swelling clitoris. Her body was already answering for her mind, as her hips began to slightly react to the stroking of his finger. Supergirl's mind was only thinking of the easy way. Besides she reasoned to herself, I've got to find out where that Kryptonite came from in case I ever get out of this. "Well Superbabe what's it going to be?" He whispered once again into her ear. His continued stimulation on her clitoris caused her to groan, "Ttthe eeeasyy wwayy." "Good, I was hoping you would see it my way. Now lets get started. First I want to get you out of that costume. I think we will start with your boots," he stated while moving around to the front of the examining table. Supergirl felt his hands begin to pull her right boot off and then quickly move to the left foot to remove its boot. His hands quickly returned to her legs and began to roam over the calves and lower thighs gently squeezing and kneading. He even gently massaged her feet. She once again began to feel the growing wetness between legs. "You have the most lovely legs I have ever seen, Supergirl," he said. "Do you like my hands on them?" When she didn't answer he looked at her face and saw her head slightly tilted. Her eyes were closed and her tongue was again wetting her lips. He had his answer. The Assassin continued for several minutes, eliciting several sighs from her. Supergirl felt her right leg being lifted and as she squinted through her eyelids she saw him take one of her toes in his mouth. As he began kissing the toes, the blonde superheroine gasped. She had no idea that her feet and toes could be so sensitive. The Assassin put the right foot back in its stirrup and began working on her left foot. Even her feet are exquisite, so smooth, and the toes are perfectly shaped, he thought. When he finished with the left foot, his mouth began slowly kissing a path up the calf to her knee. "Oh my," she moaned as his mouth left a wet trail up her leg. Upon reaching the knee, he put that leg down and began working on the other. All of this action was sending signals directly to her crotch. He looked up and saw the "S" on her chest rising and lowering with each breath. I'll get to what's hiding under that in a minute. First, I must get her so hot that she will be begging me to screw her, he thought as he pulled up a nearby chair to sit between her gorgeously tapered legs. Supergirl bit her lower lip as she watched his mouth travel up past her knee this time to her inner thigh. She had never had feelings like this before. Her crotch felt like it was on fire, it needed some kind of release. Like what he had done in the car, only the need was getting greater all the time. The anticipation of where he was headed was almost unbearable to her. She felt his hands cup her buttocks as his head dipped beneath her short red skirt. Supergirl knew what he was looking at, but she didn't care as long as he would quench the need between her legs. The Assassin looked at the drenched cloth covering her cleft and noticed the raised bump caused by her clitoris. He opened his mouth and let his tongue travel slowly over the raised bump. It was too much for the virginal superheroine to take. "Ahhhh!" she shouted as her hips rose up to meet the stimulating invader. She knew she shouldn't be enjoying his ravishment of her, but it just felt too good. His tongue continued to tease and stroke the covered feminine erection until she was practically begging him to proceed. "Oh my, what are you doing to me. Can't let this happen. Your tongue feels sooo gooooddd right there....", the turned on Maid of Steel gasped. He continued his lurid assault for several minutes, until he had to grab her hips in order to keep his tongue on its target. "I think its time to put the rest of my plan into action," he thought as he pulled his mouth away from between her legs. Supergirl was beside herself, here she was so close to release and he had pulled away. She had even consented to allow him to use her body the `Easy Way', why was he stopping? "Ppppleeease don't stop!" she cried. "My, my you are a quick learner. But, I'm afraid you'll have to beg me to continue my beautiful love slave," he said. Why was he doing this to her, then in the back of her fevered mind the word `slave' made her think of the word `master'. No, I won't submit to him this way, she thought. Then his finger came up across her cloth-covered clitoris causing her hips to buck up again as another groan escaped her lips. "Don't make me beg, please!" she whined. "Beg me for it or I'll continue to leave you on the edge," he commanded. She knew she had no choice but to give in to his wishes, but what came out of her mouth surprised them both, "Pppllease, Mmmmaster don't stop!" she blurted out. The Assassin was ecstatic, because he now knew he possessed this blonde goddess completely. "Very well my beloved slave, I will continue," he pronounced. With that he dipped his head under her skirt and continued his assault on her love button. With her pronouncement that he was her master, she now lost all her inhibitions. "Ohhhh, that feels soooo gooood. Oh, yessssss put your tongue right there, Master!" she cried out as her hips continued to buck up towards his relentless tongue. They both knew she was close to her second orgasm. Just a few more times, she thought and then the second orgasm was upon her. It was more powerful than the first and her buttocks almost shook out of his hands. He made it last longer by continuing to stroke her clitoris with his tongue even after she had crested, creating several pleasing aftershocks. Supergirl had never imagined such pleasure could exist even in her darkest fantasies. Her mind tried to picture what he would do next. "I better let you rest a moment before we continue. Would you like a drink my beauty?" he asked. "Yes, my mouth is so dry, Master" she softly breathed. As he walked out of sight behind the bright lights, she noticed that his pants were tented in the crotch area. Before long you're going to see what's causing that, she reflected, shivering at the thought. He soon returned and poured the glass of water down her parched mouth. "Thank you, Master," she sighed. "A good master takes care of his slave needs in more ways than one," the Assassin explained. Then he again kissed her, intertwining his tongue with hers so she could taste her own juices. Even she was surprised by the taste. Supergirl had never imagined that she would taste like honey. He broke the kiss after a few moments and returned to the chair between her legs. She watched his hands as they migrated towards her `S" covered breasts. Soon the hands were cupping and squeezing each breast. Both nipples immediately sprang to attention. "Mmmm, that feels so good Master," she panted. "I think its time that I get a better look at these babies before continuing," he remarked. Even though he had given her two orgasms, she was uncertain if she was ready for him to bare her flesh. No one had seen her without her costume on. It might be skimpy but, still it hid her most precious assets. However, the darker side of her mind wondered what delicious pleasures he soon would effect upon her naked breasts. She watched as his hands undid the belt at her waist and he pulled her shirt out of her skirt. "Lift your back!" he instructed as he began to roll the shirt up her torso. She quickly complied and watched as the shirt began its upward journey. He gazed at her taut stomach as it was revealed. The Assassin reached down and planted several kisses on the exposed skin eliciting several moans from Supergirl. His mouth seemed to make her skin so sensitive. Supergirl continued to look down and watch as the `S' on her chest continued to rise and fall. He then stood up again and began to roll the shirt upward again. The Assassin, knowing that this was exciting her as much as it was him, slowly rolled it till the bottom third of each breast was exposed. He looked into her lust filled eyes and huskily breathed, "Do you want me to continue, my lovely slave?" She could not deny him or herself for that matter, "Yesssss, Master," she declared. He slowly continued to roll the shirt up until it was to her neck, baring her breasts completely. It was his turn to stare and wet his lips as he gazed upon her flawless full breasts. Each was capped by a dark pink areola about the size of a half-dollar and tipped by a rose-colored nipple, which looked to be little larger than a pencil eraser. The blood-engorged nipples each proudly distended about a quarter of an inch from each peak. He was amazed, as each bountiful mammary showed no signs of sagging. They just stuck straight out, defying gravity. Supergirl was initially slightly embarrassed upon her exposure; after all she had kept them covered from prying eyes in her secret identity by the clothes she wore. As Supergirl in costume, she had with her super hearing, heard the comments made by men about her body and knew that many admired her ample bust line. However, upon seeing his reaction to her naked breasts she felt a slight thrill course through her body. She now noticed that his breathing had become louder. The Assassin knew he had to get a grip on his emotions now. He had seen a lot of good looking boobs before but the only ones that even came close to these were the ones he had seen on an eighteen year old girl who was a fitness nut. Her breasts were slightly smaller than Supergirl's but even they sagged a little when he removed them from her bra. My how much he wanted to ravage them right now. He could lose himself, just having his way with them. The Assassin forced himself to continue rolling the shirt up. She was surprised when he just continued rolling the shirt and attached cape over her head. He then walked around the table and loosened one of the cuffs and pulled the arm of the shirt off of her hand. The hand was immediately recuffed and the procedure was carried out on the other arm leaving her completely bare to the waist. He returned to the chair between her legs and stared into her blue eyes. Both of them were breathing heavily now. It would be flesh to flesh now. She knew her breasts were exposed to anything he wished to do to them. The engorged tips felt so hard that they almost hurt. Her breasts were aching to be touched. He would not leave her in agony long as she saw his right hand approach her left breast. His large hand tentatively cupped the bottom half below the rose-colored nipple. She shivered slightly at the lightness of his touch. His gentleness only seemed to increase the her receptivity to his touches. The Assassin repeated the maneuver with the his other hand on her other breast. A soft moan escaped from her throat as he began to lightly fondle her firm breasts. She was fascinated as his hands continued to casually manipulate the bottom of each breast. She saw him rise from the chair and begin to lower his head toward her chest. She jumped as his lips made contact with the skin just above her cleavage. He next began trailing wet kisses down between her breasts. His downward progress stopped and he reached up to kiss her waiting lips. The kiss was hot and passionate. Supergirl almost felt like she couldn't breathe, but she returned the kiss this time driving her tongue into his mouth. After a few moments of kissing, he reluctantly left her luscious lips and returned his gaze to her proud upthrust breasts. She watched, as his eyes seemed to study each in detail, like where he was going to strike next. The Assassin finally lowered his head to the upper swell of her right breast and again began planting wet kisses. Her breathing became almost erratic as she watched his mouth start to travel lower to its ultimate target. However, his kisses traveled all around the areola, missing the nipple, and onto the lower half of the right breast. This was driving Supergirl almost insane with lust; she wanted his mouth on her nipple. She was ready to beg for him to service her nipple. His seduction method was working better than planned. The slow steady stimulation of her body had destroyed her will to resist him. He knew before long she would be begging him to take the nipple in his mouth. The Assassin felt her writhing beneath him to try to get his mouth onto the tip of her tit. He continued to plant kisses on the jutting feminine mound. Finally, she could take it no more, "Mmmaaster, please kiss the nipple, ppplleasse," she whimpered. "Well because you said please and acknowledged me as your master, I will grant your request," he answered. He raised his head until his mouth was directly over the swollen tip and looked up into her eyes. They were filled with passion as she silently mouthed the word, "Please". They both watched as his tongue snaked from between his lips and lightly brushed the erect nubbin. She jerked as the tongue made contact and lightly stroked the tender tip. "Oh, my" she panted. As the tongue continued its sensual routine, he lowered his head until his mouth was covering the entire areola. She felt his tongue begin to swirl around the nipple causing her to twist beneath him. He felt the tip grow even larger as his tongue persisted in its lecherous worship to her breast. She then watched him raise his head enough so that she could see his mouth. Supergirl also noticed that her nipple was jutting out farther than it ever had before. Then she saw a slight smile come to his lips as his mouth opened to expose his teeth. He thought, now its time to up the ante a little bit and see how she responds to the mixture of a little pain and pleasure. His hand gently squeezed the breast to make the rose-colored delicacy protrude even further. She watched his head slowly lower again as she anticipated the feel of his teeth on her nipple. He quickly captured the succulent morsel and began sliding his teeth slowly up and down it, causing her hips to gently rise and fall. After several moments of this, he stopped with his teeth at the base of her nipple and began to whip the tip of his tongue over the point of it. Supergirl pushed her breast against his face as if to signal she wanted him to do more. The Masked Killer was more than ready to give her more. Soon she felt his teeth clamp down into the firm flesh at the base of her nipple sending shockwaves directly to her crotch. This was the first pain she had ever felt in her life outside of the Kryptonite exposure. In fact the long exposure to his Green K must have weakened her enough to allow this. This pain was so concentrated and erotically mixed with pleasure that it only made her crave more. "Ohhhh, yyyyyessss please bite my nnnipplle, master," she demanded. He quickly complied by increasing and decreasing the pressure of his teeth around her nipple. The gyrations her hips were making were a signal to him that she was about to climax again. He pulled his mouth away from her tortured nip and repeated the performance on her left breast. "Yyyesss, bite that one too," she pleaded while trying to push more of her tit into his mouth. Supergirl had already experienced two orgasms and felt the now familiar twinges between her legs that signaled she was about experience her third. His left hand began to knead the heaving right breast, while his mouth and right hand continued to minister to the left one. She had just about reached the point of release when she begged, "Bbbite it harder, pppleasee"! The Assassin quickly complied by munching harder on the supple treat. "'Yyyyess that feels sooo goooood," was her immediate response. "Dddon't stop, I'm almost there," she implored as her hips thrashed almost out of control. He had no intention on stopping. There were many women who liked their tits played with, but not many who could have an orgasm just from breast stimulation. "Uggghhh, ooohhhh, aaaahhhh, yyyyessss!" she cried out as he felt her suddenly shudder beneath him signaling the beginnings of her third orgasm. The Disguised Hit Man continued chewing on her nipple until he felt her begin to relax against the table. He reluctantly released the luscious tidbit and kissed her tenderly on the lips. As Supergirl came down from her orgasm, she watched the Assassin walk into the dark recesses of the room they were in. Her mind quickly reviewed what he had done to her. He had stimulated her body into three fantastic orgasms and not even tried to penetrate her. She again remembered her girlfriends' discussions about the boyfriends and how quickly the boys had tried to stick their penises in them. It seemed to many of the girls that all the boys cared about was their own orgasms. Many of the girls had stated the boys rarely brought them to orgasm, but that if they had brought them to orgasm first the girls would have `put out' more often. The girls would have gone nuts over this guy. Three orgasms and she had not even seen his naked sex organ yet. Supergirl began to think, If only he was not going to destroy me, I could really get into seeing this guy on a regular basis, even if he is a killer. It's almost as if he had read my mind. I would never have given into any man willingly. His use of the Green K and my own helplessness have certainly changed my mind about what the right man can do sexually for a woman. She could not see him for a while and tentatively asked, "Where are you? What are you doing, Master?" "I am preparing a little experiment for you before we continue. The experiment will answer some questions as to how your body reacts to certain stimulus. Wouldn't want to cause problems to our pleasure down the road just because of a miscalculation, my beautiful love goddess," he explained. Upon his return from the darkness she noticed he was carrying a metal box as he walked up and sat down in the chair between her legs. "What's in the box?" she asked. "I am going to expose you to different grades of Kryptonite and you must answer me truthfully on how it affects you. If you do not, our continued sex play will become very painful for you. It is not my intention to inflict harm to you yet. We both have many erotic adventures to experience yet," he said. She watched as he opened the box and saw the green glow shine on his shirt as he reached in to remove one of the Kryptonite samples. Even with the first sample, just barely out of the box, he immediately saw the discomfort on her face and she groaned, "Oww that hurts" as pain immediately racked her body. He quickly put the little green iridescent stone back in the box and grabbed another. Again he saw her eyebrow furrow and that stone went back into the box. Finally, after exposing her to five stones, the sixth stone did not cause her hardly any pain. It produced more of an ache, than pain, as she told him what effect the little stone had on her. It was a couple of grades more powerful than the Green K found on her handcuffs, but several grades lower than the lead covered amulet he had hanging around his neck. He put that stone back in the box and closed the lid to her relief. "Since you have been such a good slave, I am going to tell you how I got so much Kryptonite in my possession," he said. "It seems about a year ago, one of my clients put out a contract on a scientist who was doing research for him. The research had to do with the manufacture of synthetic Kryptonite. The client, an international weapons dealer, had given the scientist a small piece of genuine Krytonite to try and duplicate. The scientist had, in the past, developed many different types of explosives for my client. My client had made millions off the scientist's work by selling to dictators and terrorists. The scientist had been paid well for his work, but after a while felt that he was not getting his fair share. So, when the opportunity came along to duplicate the Kryptonite he felt it was his big chance to hit it big. He knew that criminals and low lifes everywhere would pay almost anything to get their hands on something that could kill or least render powerless, you and Superman. Unfortunately, he revealed his plan to someone who leaked it back to my client. My client sent some of his associates over to convince the scientist that it would be unwise to do so. The scientist decided it was best to leave and find a place to secretly complete his work. My client's associates were unable to locate the scientist, so I was contacted and offered a sizeable fee to eliminate the scientist and recover the sliver of genuine Kryptonite. "It took about me about two months to locate the scientist working out of an abandoned warehouse in Colorado. It seems he had just perfected the process of duplicating the Green K about a day before I found him. After posing as a local building inspector, I subdued him and managed to graciously persuade the scientist to tell me everything he knew. He was even courteous enough to try and offer me half of what ever he made off the sale of the Kryptonite. Unfortunately, as a professional I don't operate that way. Well, you know how those mountain roads are in Colorado; it seems he just couldn't keep it on the road with such a high alcohol content in his blood. The police found the body a week later, which convinced my client that I had performed my service. "By that time, I had cleaned his equipment and notes out the warehouse and transported them to one of my hideouts for safekeeping. I told my client that the scientist no longer had the sliver and that he must have sold it to someone for money to keep his operation going. By that time, I had allowed a small two bit drug dealer in Colorado to obtain a sliver of an inert sample of synthetic Green K from myself disguised as the scientist. If you remember, he tried to use it on Superman a couple of months ago and discovered it was harmless the hard way. My client got wind of the incident and just figured it was his sliver and felt fortunate that he had not depended on it to defeat Superman. So, I read the scientist's notes and learned how to use the equipment. His process was even able to vary the intensity of the synthetic Kryptonite as you have just experienced," the Assassin said. "How come you didn't sell the Kryptonite to anyone?" she queried. "It is for my use only. Besides my old client might figure out what happened. That would not be good. Can you also imagine if I had sold the Kryptonite on the open market what would have happened to you? I'm sure there are several criminals out there that would have sadistically destroyed you in the most painful manner possible. I could not let that happen to a beautiful creature like yourself. As I am learning, it would have been a tragic loss for both of us. At least I will make your last moments as pleasurable as possible," he declared. Before she had a chance to say any more, he said, "Now I want to get the rest of this costume off of you." She watched as his hands traveled up the tops of her legs to the short red skirt she still wore. The hands removed the belt from the skirt and began pulling the skirt off her hips. "Raise your hips, slave!" he ordered. Supergirl quickly lifted her hips allowing the skirt to be pulled down and off her legs. His hands wandered all over her legs for a while causing his lovely blonde captive to begin squirming again. He noticed the wet patch on her panties begin to glisten with her juices again. The Assassin wanted her aroused before he exposed her completely. I wonder if she could orgasm just by my hands stroking her legs? he wondered. She knew where he was headed, but the hands on her legs felt so good. Supergirl watched through narrowed eyelids, as the hands slowly maneuvered their way up to her panties. Her breathing sounded like she had just finished running a marathon. They both felt the sexual tension in the air. Just as his hands reached the top of her panties she saw him get up and lower his head to plant a moist kiss on her lower belly. As if it had a mind of its own, her hips raised to offer her lower abdomen to his mouth again. He eagerly accepted and planted another kiss on the supple abdominal flesh. She softly moaned from the stimulation, as she also felt his fingers hook in her panties. He slowly slid them downward revealing more of her soft lower stomach. Her hips undulated upward as his amazing mouth continued lower to excite the newly exposed skin. He stopped kissing her as his chin touched the blonde pubic hairs above her still hidden prize. The Assassin wanted to see it as soon as it was unveiled. His hands gave a final pull on her panties and the blonde-fringed treasure was revealed. The little slit was just slightly open, but her could still notice the moist reddish pink flesh below. Her hips jerked upward as he planted kisses on the outer lips. "Ohhhh what are you doing to me?" she said breathlessly. He did not answer as he stood up and whisked the panties down her legs and off her feet. The Assassin quickly returned to the chair between her legs and placed his hands on her inner thighs. Using slight pressure he spread her legs until the golden edged slit was opened up for his display. Supergirl had never felt so vulnerable in her young life. There was nothing to stop him now. Her most precious treasure was his whenever he wanted it. He gave her little time to reflect on what was about happen as he brought his finger up and brushed it against her erect clitoris. Her hips twisted trying to get more pleasure out of the finger, but it was not his finger he planned on using. He removed the finger and pulled his chair up between her legs. He looked into her eyes and lewdly licked his lips with his tongue. "It's time for me to taste you now, my slave," he pronounced. Supergirl's hips began spiraling on the table as she watched his head lower towards her displayed private parts. He stopped just above the slit and planted a wet kiss on each firm inner thigh. "Ahhhhh," she moaned. Then he turned towards her clitoris and gently blew on it. It was so sensitive that her hips bucked slightly at the stimulation. Finally, she saw his tongue extend from his lips and graze against the sensitive underside of her exposed clitoris. Her hips immediately lurched upward to maintain the sensual connection. His tongue instantly returned to the swelling sprout and began lightly caressing it. "Ohhhh, mmmmyyy your tongue feels so good there, master," she proclaimed as she felt his hands move up to touch her supple breasts. That wonderful honey taste returned to his mouth as his tongue continued to torture the swollen female projection with light feathery touches. His tongue was driving her insane with lust again. The Assassin's fingers had captured her distended nipples and gave each a squeeze, which brought a shriek of joy from her. Meanwhile, his tongue continued erotically teasing her swollen clit. Supergirl spread her legs as wide she could to allow him easier access to her prized treasure. Her hips started to thrust up so hard that he had to remove his hands from her breasts and grab her hips to gain some control. The tongue moved to start tracing the insides of her vulva. She knew it would not take much more of this stimulation to bring her to ecstasy again. Suddenly his tongue dipped slightly into to her wet love opening. "Yessss, lick it, so goood, mmasster," she purred. He swirled his tongue inside the slick hole several times. Then he returned to the extended clitoris and grabbed it with his teeth. "Nnnoww, suckkk it nnnowww, ppleasse," she pleaded. He replied by placing his mouth over the exposed cleft and began applying light suction while his teeth gently applied and reduced pressure to the touchy female sprout. After what seemed like only a few moments of this erotic torment, Supergirl felt the deliciously wicked tingling in her lower belly signaling she was almost there. "Aaaahhhhh, yyyessssss," she cried out as the fourth climax wracked her body. His tongue continued to manipulate the clitoris until her spasms finally began to calm. She was exhausted as never before, but her body and mind still knew what was to come. He again reached up and kissed her on the lips, both tongues probing each other in passion. The Assassin knew from the ardor of her kiss that she was ready for more. Part 1 2 3 4