Supergirl vs. the Assassin Part 4 
(C) 2010 Magnum

(MF, Superherorine, Villain)
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Before he returned to the room he put on some clean clothes and replaced his 
mask.  Upon returning to the room where the nude blonde goddess lay, he removed 
the videotape from his camera and put it in a lead lined attaché case.  He 
installed another tape and made sure it was running.  The Assassin poured 
himself a drink of water and sat down to watch her sleeping form.  Well at least 
she has a smile on her lips, he thought.   He noticed that her breathing had 
returned to normal, but he was still captivated watching her impressive firm 
breasts slowly rise and fall with each breath.  He wouldn't trade any supermodel 
on the planet for her.  In his eyes, she was the perfect woman.  I could watch 
her for hours, but I must get on with this.  How will she react when I wake her? 
he silently asked himself.  Rising from his chair, he grabbed another glass and 
poured her a glass of water.  He walked over to the table where she was lying 
and his eyes again took in her voluptuous body.  
 
Supergirl was in dreamland.  Her mind replayed all of the erotic visions she had 
enjoyed since the Assassin had captured her.  The previous unfulfilled visions 
she had of a man ravishing her were replaced by the reality of what erotic deeds 
the Assassin had just recently done.  His roguish hands had been all over her 
body groping, fondling, squeezing, pinching, and grasping wherever he wanted.  
What slightly disturbed her was how much she liked it.  Then there was his 
mouth; it had explored many places on her body.  It was almost depraved the way 
she had reacted when he had tasted her most precious treasures.  Fact was she 
relished just kissing him too. Then there was the time when his penis had 
entered her for the first time.  He had literally seduced her, but she was not 
complaining.  If it had to happen she couldn't think of any lover preparing her 
better, before he entered her.  The only worry she had was what would happen 
now, would he truly destroy her.  
 
Slowly, she realized that her lips were being kissed and someone telling her 
softly to "Wake Up, sleepy head."  Her eyes sluggishly opened and she saw the 
Assassin kissing her.  On seeing her eyes open completely he stood up and 
tenderly stroked her hair.  "How are you feeling?" he asked.  

"Just a little tired, you really worked me over for my first time," she scolded. 
 

"Hey, you're Supergirl, I had to make it the best I could for your first time.  
I'm honored that I was your first.  Are you complaining?" he questioned.  

"Well no, not exactly, I just couldn't imagine my body could feel or react like 
that in my wildest dreams," she pronounced. 

"You reacted beyond my wildest dreams also.  You are the most beautiful, 
sensuous woman I have ever met.  I am glad that you enjoyed it, because I 
certainly did," he praised her. 

She blushed slightly at his words, but knew it was time to ask, "What happens 
now?"  

"It is truly up to you.  It depends upon how you answer the questions I am about 
to ask?" he responded.  

Was there truly a chance he might not destroy her? she wondered before asking, 

"What can you possibly want now?  Surely I don't have anything left that you 
want, Master," she softly breathed.  

"Don't worry there are plenty of other erotic feats I could perform on you, if 
that's what your concerned about.  However, you must answer me truthfully," he 
declared.  

"If you know my crime fighting career, you know I always tell the truth," she 
avowed.   

"I just needed to hear you say it.  First, Supergirl I need to know your secret 
identity and where you live?" he inquired.  

For only a second, she thought about not answering him or telling him that she 
did not have one, but reluctantly knew that she must reveal her secret to him.  
"My name is Linda Lee and I live in nearby Leesburg.  No one except Superman 
knows my secret identity, not even my parents," she slowly answered while 
lowering her head.  

"Thank you, now at least I know how to get a hold of you in the future.  It 
would never be my intention to reveal your secret identity to anyone.  It could 
affect your ability to fight crime--I just don't want you to stop my crimes."  
She nodded in understanding.

"This final question could determine how our relationship fares in the future so 
think about it carefully before you answer.  Do you want to be my love slave?" 
he asked. 

Her mind thought about what this truly meant.  What would he do to her?  How 
often would she have to be available?  Quickly, her thoughts returned to how he 
had coaxed orgasm after orgasm out of her somewhat unwilling body.  There was 
only one answer she could give, "Yes master." That was it, she didn't ask any 
questions and neither did he.  

"Good," was all he said.  He knew that because she hadn't asked any questions, 
that she had unconditionally bought into him controlling her love life.  He put 
his hand under chin and raised her lips so that he could plant a tender kiss on 
her lips.  
 
After kissing her for a while, he stood and produced a Kryptonite studded 
collar.  "Raise your head so I can put this around your neck," he ordered. She 
quickly did as she was told and after he had attached the collar he released the 
cuffs on her wrists.  The nubile blonde superheroine lowered her arms to try and 
get some feeling back in them.  "Now its time to get you cleaned up.  Can you 
stand?"

"I don't know, but I'll try," she replied. She got up, but felt some weakness 
induced by the low grade Green K.  He grabbed her hand and led her to the shower 
room.  

The Assassin turned on the water and after letting it warm up for a bit he told 
her, "Go ahead and get in. I will join you in a second."   

She slowly crept in while testing the warm water.  It felt wonderful.  The spray 
playing over her now sensitive body caused her to slightly shiver, even though 
the water was warm.  He watched her play in the shower while he was undressing.  
He admired her wet nude body through the transparent door.  Even wet, she was a 
blonde goddess.  The Assassin removed his mask.  There would be no secrets 
between them now and he didn't want any.  

Supergirl was surprised when he entered the shower without his mask on.  She 
immediately recognized him as Mark Tory, a wealthy computer entrepreneur.  Now 
why would he be killing criminals? she wondered.  However, before she had a 
chance to ask, he had pulled her into his powerful arms and began kissing her.  
The young blonde superheroine wrapped her arms around his neck and began 
passionately returning his kisses.  She felt his hands rising up to cover her 
breasts.  He slowly caressed and squeezed the slippery spheres.  After turning 
the nipples into stiff points, he gently pinched them causing her to moan.  Soon 
his hands were wandering all over her voluptuous body, enjoying the feel of her 
silky smooth flesh.   Eventually he broke the kiss and turned her around so that 
her back was to him.  He pulled her wet blonde hair away from the side of her 
face and began nibbling on her right ear.  His hands moved to cup her breasts.  
She looked down to watch his hands again begin to languidly squeeze the 
throbbing orbs as his forefingers came up to tease the protruding tips. "Oh, 
that feels so good.  Please pinch my nipples, master," she gasped.  

"Your wish is my command, princess," he whispered in her ear.  The fingers were 
soon gently pinching the aching nipples, sending erotic shockwaves through her 
body.  Her head finally rolled back onto his shoulder, eyes closed, as her body 
relaxed back into his.  He leaned back against the wall of the shower to support 
both of them.  Supergirl felt she could stay in his arms forever.  Those 
disciplined hands and trained fingers were deliciously keeping her excited 
whenever they were on her. 

"Your hands, those wonderful hands, they're driving me crazy, but don't stop, 
don't stop doing that," she whispered to him.  The Maid of Steel felt like she 
was made of putty as his hands cupped, stroked, and molded her pliable breasts.  
Her arms reached over her head to run her fingers in his wet hair.  Her now 
upthrust breasts were even more vulnerable to the assault of his lecherous 
hands.  He quickly took advantage of this by lightly running his fingernails 
across the sensitive underside of each quivering boob.  "Oooh, my," she groaned. 
 

"Lock your hands behind my head," he said, "I'm going to milk your breasts now.  
You'll like this too, I promise."  She quickly did as she was told while dimly 
thinking My breasts don't have any milk in them.  Soon however she felt his 
hands and fingers gather around the base of each jutting mound.   He began 
contracting and moving toward the areola at the same time.  The sensation was 
delightful and she yelped as his fingers pinched each throbbing nipple as he 
reached them.  His hands repeated the motion slowly several times when he 
noticed her hips beginning to undulate against his painfully erect member.  

"Milk me faster and harder, master.  Pinch the nipples, too," she moaned.  

"I take it you that you like me milking you," he teased.  

"You can milk them anytime you want, master.  Just don't stop now, I'm almost 
there again," she implored.  

He was more than eager to comply since he was playing with the most perfect 
breasts he had ever seen.  She shuddered against him as another climax racked 
her body.  "Yyyesss ooooo yyyesss....." she hissed.  As he let her lean against 
him, after her climax he looked over her shoulder at those superb jugs.  The 
Assassin was in boob heaven.  Not only did she have a great set of knockers, but 
also she obviously loved to have him played with until she got off.  On the 
other hand, he was beginning to  wonder just who was the slave and who was the 
master.  Sure, he got to put his hands all over her body, but when she begged 
him to do something he was getting in the habit of just doing it.  Still, I 
don't think it's worth complaining about, he chuckled to himself.  
 
Finally, the blonde beauty recovered from her orgasm enough to stand on her own 
and turn around to face her master.  She grabbed his hands and placed them on 
her breasts again.  "What are you going to do to me now, master?" she asked 
while coyly looking down at his stiff member.  

While he momentarily thought about having her give him a hummer, he really 
wanted to get back between her legs.  It had felt so good the last time; but he 
knew the next time he got hard she was going to suck him.  "I think it's time to 
play hide the wiener again," he asserted.  He saw an instant smile come to her 
face.

She asked, "How can we do it in the shower, master?"  

"Well, I'm going to set on the ledge right here and then you can just straddle 
me," he answered.  The Assassin then sat on the ledge and placed his hands on 
her hips and put his legs between hers.  Supergirl approached him and placed her 
hips over his fully erect 8" penis.  She placed her hands against the wall and 
began slowly lowering her blonde-fringed pussy lips over the pulsing shaft.  His 
hands began to rotate her hips as his rod began to penetrate the lips and enter 
her moist channel.  

"Mmmmmm, Oooooo," she groaned as she sank down on the pleasure giving penis, 
taking it in to the hilt.  Supergirl felt his hands reach around to clasp the 
globes of her buttocks, and he began to pump her up and down on his shaft.  
Before long she established her own rhythm and his hands moved up to cup the 
underside of each bobbing breast.  He raised his head and began to feast on one, 
then the other of the swaying female mounds.  True to form, Supergirl was again 
excited even more by his attention to her swinging breasts and let him know it 
immediately.  "Aaahhhh, yyyess, suck my breasts, master, your mouth feels soooo 
good," she sighed.  

He felt her trying to stuff more of her abundant mammary into his mouth as she 
became more aroused. The Assassin ravaged each boob with little wet kisses and 
nips from his teeth.  What a succulent feast.  I could do this forever, he 
thought.  Her skin was so smooth, and her boobs were so firm.

"Ooh, yessss you feel soooo good inside me," she moaned as she continued 
impaling herself on his 8" spike.  She felt his hands slide down and grasp her 
buttocks, encouraging her to continue her actions.  The aroused superheroine 
needed little encouragement at this point, as she felt another orgasm 
approaching.  From her actions he knew she was close also, so he began thrusting 
his hips faster.  She noticed his movement and picked up her own pace.  
Supergirl wrapped her arms and hands around his head, burying it in her 
cleavage.  "Faster, master, I'm almost there, oooohh, mmmyy, I can feel it 
coming," she panted.  The Assassin, for his part, could not answer with his 
happily buried between her abundant breasts.  Moments later, he felt her 
shudder, signaling her climax.  His own climax could no longer be held back as 
his body reacted to her actions.  As both their orgasms subsided, she collapsed 
in his strong arms.  
 
After they had both recovered, they finished the shower started earlier.  He 
took great joy in washing her body.  Her skin was like satin when it was wet.  
He couldn't resist planting kisses on her flawless breasts and then nibbling on 
the erect nipples.  Her moans let him know that she approved of the attention.  
The Assassin also relished drying off the young blonde Princess of Power.  She 
allowed him free access to wherever he took the towel and he enjoyed drying 
every rounded curve, nook, and cranny she had.  Supergirl felt like putty in his 
hands as those magic fingers, even covered by a towel, molded, rubbed, and, 
caressed her receptive body.  Finally, when he had finished drying her off, he 
told her to stay put, and quickly dried himself off and left the room.  He 
returned in a short while casually dressed holding her uniform in his hands.  

"Come here," he said.  She noticed the uniform had been cleaned as he helped put 
it back on.  What would happen now she wondered?  He grabbed her by the hand and 
led her towards a nearby chair and told her to sit down.  The Assassin began 
pacing in front of her as he started speaking to her.  "Before I let you go 
there are a few things I must tell you.  First as you know, I hold the 
Kryptonite formula.  That formula is in a series of computers I control. If 
anything happens to me it would be transmitted to several government agencies 
and some underworld figures within a few days of my disappearance.  I know you 
gave me your word, but I can not expect the same from your cousin, Superman.  
Another thing you must know is that I could not have destroyed you.

"I only kill hardened criminals who ruin other people's lives.  You only help 
other people with no thought of reward.  I could not destroy anything that does 
good.  Unfortunately, I did harm you, but hopefully no permanent damage was 
done, except in one area.  Now having said that, I wouldn't blame you if you 
didn't want anything more to do with me," he stated.  Supergirl looked down and 
said nothing as he walked behind her and undid the Kryptonite collar.  

"Well, you're free to go as soon as your powers return.  And never see me again, 
if you want.  I won't hold you to our earlier bargain.  I care too much for you 
now to just use you.  It must be of your own free will.  I will say nothing to 
anyone about what we've done, but I'll cherish the memories," he spoke with deep 
emotion while turning away from her.  

She turned and watched him start to walk away.  Although still a little weak 
from the Green K exposure she quickly grabbed his hand and kissed it.  As she 
looked up into his blue eyes she quietly said, "I'm yours for as long as you 
want me.  How could I give up the man who fulfilled my fantasies?  I would not 
have given myself willingly to any man.  But, you're the only one who knew how 
to awaken my passion.  Others would have only used me for there own twisted 
pleasures.  You cared more about giving me pleasure first than taking care of 
yourself.  You know more about me now than anyone.  I don't think I could ever 
reveal this much of myself to anyone ever again."  

He grabbed her hand and pulled her up till she was facing him.  Then he slipped 
his hands around her waist and pulled her near to him.  He stared into her eyes 
and whispered back, "And I'm yours for as long as you want me.  I want you to 
know I feel like the luckiest man alive," as his mouth covered hers.


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