Supergirl vs. the Assassin  part 1
(C) 2010 Magnum

(MF, Superherorine, Villain)
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He was the best of the best:  a hired hit man that killed efficiently and never 
left a trail.  Although Supergirl had to admit that all of his killings involved 
taking out shady underworld figures or oppressive politicians, he still had to 
be captured and put away.  She had never really pursued the Assassin due to the 
time involved in catching such a hard person to find.  In fact no pictures of 
the person existed anywhere.  However, tonight would be different, as one of her 
police informants had given her a lead on the possible assassination of 
notorious drug kingpin, Sammy Riker.   Supergirl felt that if the tip was 
accurate she might possibly put two very dangerous characters behind bars.  So, 
off she went to the alleged site where the assassination was to take place.  
Supergirl had the feeling it might be a wild goose chase, but it would only take 
her a minute to check it out.  

Sure enough, when she arrived over the abandoned apartment house in a run down 
part of town, her x-ray vision revealed Sammy Riker.  He was gagged, tied to a 
chair, and a masked figure was pointing a gun at him.  This must be the place, 
Supergirl thought as she headed for the room's window.  She crashed through the 
window and landed about five feet away from the masked person. 

"The Assassin I presume.  Just put the gun down and I'll take both of you to the 
Police station and no one will get hurt!", she exclaimed. 

The masked figure slowly turned and stated in a manly voice, "Yea, it's me 
Supergirl.  So nice of you to join us.  Sammy here is just about pay the 
ultimate price for his sins.  Why do you care about this loser?  If I waste him 
everyone will be the better for it". 

"You know I can't let you do that.  Mr. Riker must pay for his crimes in a court 
of law", Supergirl stated.  

"I was afraid you might feel that way Supergirl. Too bad that I will have 
destroy you also.  Sammy was just the bait to get you here.  Who do you think 
let your informant know about this hit?" the Assassin replied. 

At that moment Supergirl focused her X-ray vision at the Assassin's mask to try 
to determine his identity.   But, it would not penetrate the mask.  Lead 
impregnated, she thought.  Well, that won't save him for very long.  As she 
grabbed for his gun she saw his free hand move for the amulet he wore around his 
neck.  He pulled a cover off the amulet, revealing a silver dollar sized glowing 
green stone. 

"Kryptonite!!!!"  she groaned, feeling the immediate pain and weakness hit her 
at the same time. This was only the second time Supergirl had been exposed to 
its effects and the first at such a close proximity.   The first time was to a 
small sample Superman kept for scientific study and that had been at the limits 
of its range for only a few moments.  "Oh, I feel so weak," she moaned.  She 
tried to stagger away from him, but he grabbed her in his strong arms and hugged 
her to him. 

"Sorry sweetheart, but a few more seconds of exposure to my little green 
insurance policy should be enough to leave you helpless while I finish off  Mr. 
Riker", the Assassin whispered in her ear.  Supergirl was struggling but to no 
avail.  As her struggles finally stopped and her head fell forward on his 
shoulder, the Masked Killer lifted her head and planted a kiss on her lips and 
said, "Don't worry I won't destroy you here, I have something special planned 
for you later and I promise you won't be disappointed."   

She slightly responded to his kiss, somewhat turned on by it and strangely by 
her own helplessness.   The effects of the Green K wedged between her breasts 
caused some pain but this seemed to be more than outweighed by the erotic effect 
he was having on her.  He next planted a nibbling kiss on her neck eliciting a 
groan from her throat, which surprised her.  She felt her nipples harden as he 
reached between their bodies and fondled her right breast before he laid her on 
the floor next to him. 

"It's time we say good bye to Mr. Riker, Supergirl, and I say good riddance," as 
he fired the silenced gun into Sammy's temple, killing him instantly. 

"Well now that we are done with that I suppose it's just you and me beautiful. I 
must say that you are one good looking babe, but business is business."   

Supergirl had begun to try to get up but her weakened body wouldn't let her.  
She had to figure a way out of this or she was done for.  She didn't even want 
to think about his special plans for her, especially if his kissing her lips and 
fondling her breasts were any indication.  The blonde superheroine knew in the 
back of her mind that his intentions were erotic in nature and that she could be 
forced to helplessly submit to his carnal schemes.  But then would he destroy 
her? 

She had never engaged in any sexual activities before, but her x-ray vision had 
allowed her to see plenty while patrolling the city.  Supergirl had always 
avoided becoming sexually involved with her dates in her secret identity to 
protect her true identity. However, the thought of being defenseless while a 
powerful man ravished her body, had been a dark fantasy in the deep recesses of 
her mind.  She had imagined what it would be like to be a slave girl, whose 
master's actions would bring unimaginable carnal pleasures to her.  In her own 
mind she knew this could not happen, as she was the most powerful woman on the 
planet.  But, here she was helpless to defend herself while the Assassin had 
already done more to her than any mortal man ever had. 

The Assassin opened a nearby duffel bag on the floor and removed some handcuffs. 
  To Supergirl's surprise she noticed a couple of green stones embedded in them. 
 More Kryptonite, she worried, where did he get all of it?   He knelt next to 
her and rolled her onto her side and handcuffed her hands behind her back. 
Supergirl felt a slight heat and pain from the Green K now against her back.  
"Please, don't do that," she pleaded.  He paid no attention to her pleas. 

After rolling her on her back, he ran his hand slowly up her left thigh to the 
fabric-covered junction of her legs where just a barely detectable wet spot was 
beginning to show.  "Wwwhat are you doing?" the blonde superheroine asked as she 
felt his hand lightly caressing the now sensitive skin inside her thigh.  The 
hand's action sent pleasurable sensations to the juncture of her legs.  She 
hoped his gloved hand would not feel the moisture, but he noticed it through the 
thin material of his glove. 

The helpless Maid of Steel saw a smile slowly form on his face and she knew he 
had discovered the wetness.  He languidly stroked the material covered fissure 
noticing the wet spot becoming larger under his fingers attention.  Supergirl's 
mind immediately became clouded with the delicious sensations his fingers were 
causing.  Her legs parted slightly to the stimulus and her hips pushed up ever 
so slightly against her will.  

"My, my Supergirl, this is better than I had hoped for.  The Mightiest Maid on 
the planet is turned on by being made helpless," he snickered.  He momentarily 
removed his hand and she reluctantly hoped he was done. 

"Please, don't do this to me", she sighed.  His hand returned to her waist and 
continued its path upward to the swell of her left breast. 

"What, and not let you enjoy your own fantasy.  This is something we can both 
enjoy.  Why, I have found your second weakness," he said while slowly squeezing 
the underside of her firm left breast.  

"Ohhhhh myyy, don't do that," she weakly protested, reacting to the erotic 
feelings of his hand on her receptive 38-D boob.  Supergirl watched as he 
removed his hand and placed his finger on the lower swell of her breast and 
began to draw an ever-tightening circle toward the nipple.  Her breathing 
quickened as the finger circled in on its ultimate target.  "Ugh", she groaned 
as the finger passed over the nipple causing it to become painfully erect.   
"Aggghhh!" she cried out as his fingers quickly squeezed the sensitive nubbin.   
 She closed her eyes as the lewd sensations coursed through her body. 

"Well as much as I would like to continue this here, I believe we should retire 
to my place, where we can enjoy what I have planned for you in private", stated 
the Assassin.  After rechecking the cuffs he covered the Green K amulet around 
his neck with its lead cover.  

The cuffs will keep her weak enough till I get back to the hideout, he thought.  
He planned to use more Kryptonite on her later: Kryptonite which had been 
fashioned to drive a Kryptonian female wild with desire, if its effects on her 
to were even close to what he had seen so far.  

Supergirl was finally able to concentrate a little as he checked the cuffs on 
her wrists.  She hardly noticed he had covered the amulet, and although the 
cuffs continued to sap her strength she didn't feel like she was getting any 
weaker.  Why was she reacting this way to him this way?  

She had never been in a spot like this before.  She had always been in control 
before.  Here he was in control. 

Many different weapons had hit her body over the years and nothing had ever 
affected her like this.  Was it the exposure to the Kryptonite or her own dark 
desire to be helpless while a man had his way with her or both?

The Assassin then put a blindfold over her eyes so that she could not see where 
he was taking her.  Damn, no wonder this guy is so good, he thinks of 
everything.  Now I won't even be able to track him back to his hideout if I get 
out of this, she thought.

"Is my beautiful blonde superheroine ready to take a little trip?" he asked 
while picking her up and throwing her over his muscular shoulder.  After getting 
her situated on his shoulder he took his hand and ran it up and down the backs 
of her thighs causing her to squirm slightly.  

Swat!!, as his hand landed on her firm buttocks.  "Now be still before I drop 
you!", he shouted.  The swat to her buttocks didn't really hurt, but again made 
Supergirl aware of how much the Assassin controlled the situation.  He continued 
to caress her thighs as he carried her down the stairs and out of the building 
to his waiting vehicle.  The Assassin opened the vehicle's passenger door and 
placed her in the seat.  He then pulled the lever that caused the seat to fully 
recline.  

"There now, you should at least be comfortable for our little trip.  Besides, 
you seem to have taken a liking to my hands and I wouldn't want to disappoint 
either of us on that issue", he whispered into her right ear.  He was thrilled 
to see her squirm as he mentioned what his hands might be doing for the rest of 
the trip.  

Supergirl knew she had to try and keep her mind clear to figure a way out of 
this predicament.  However, her judgement was being clouded by what he was doing 
to her.  The handcuffed superheroine was enjoying his attentions on her body too 
much.  "What am I going to do?" she worried.  She heard him open his car door, 
snap his seatbelt, and start the vehicle.  Supergirl tried to be as still and as 
quiet as possible so that maybe he would forget about her for a while.  
Hopefully, she could think her way out of this before they arrived at his 
hideout.

The Assassin flipped on the dome light of his SUV and looked over at his 
beautiful blond captive.  She was definitely a looker, and the pictures he had 
seen of her hadn't really done her justice he thought.  He continued thinking, 
she must be about 5'10", and those long gorgeous, perfectly tapered legs are 
just made for a man to run his hands all over.  He put her hips at nearly 36", 
and her slim waist looked to be about 22".  Those spectacular firm breasts had 
to be at least 38's, and might have made her waist look slimmer than it was. 
Fortunately, he liked boobs and legs, so he would not have to choose one over 
the other on her. He turned the dome light off and put the car in gear.  

Just as Supergirl's breathing had about returned to normal, she felt his hand on 
the inside of her left knee.  The hand began slowly stroking and caressing the 
now sensitive skin inside her left thigh.   She immediately felt the juices 
between her legs begin to flow again.  As much as she wanted to concentrate, her 
body's reaction to the pleasing stimulus would not let her.  She had never had 
these feelings before.  She had to fight somehow before her body gave in to his 
lustful demands.  But, it was too late as she weakly demanded, "Please, don't do 
that."  

Even as the words left her mouth, Supergirl felt her thighs part slightly giving 
him easier access to the area between her legs.  She heard him chuckle, "Sorry, 
Supergirl but your little act is not convincing me very well.  Your body is 
telling me you are loving every second of this." 

"No, No, No I'm not. I've just never.....", her voice trailed off.  

"You mean you're a virgin!" he demanded.  

She slowly nodded her head to the affirmative, hoping that he might let up a 
little bit on her.  To her dismay, she heard him say, "This is even better than 
I hoped, Supergirl. I have so much to teach you before I finally destroy you." 

The Assassin knew all the erogenous spots on a woman and it would definitely be 
fun showing her where they were. Soon his hand reached the cloth-protected 
juncture of her legs.  By this time Supergirl's breathing was very noticeable 
and her thighs had opened far enough to allow his fingers to find her now erect 
clitoris. His finger slowly and delicately rubbed through her red shorts and 
across its sensitive contour several times.  

"Unggggh! Oh my!" she breathed as her hips arched up towards the sensual 
intruder.  She moaned softly as he removed his finger. 

 "Don't worry, I'm only going to give it better access to your little pleasure 
spot", he said as she felt his fingers pull the soaked cloth to the side, baring 
her blonde fringed pussy. 

"Ooooooooommmmmmmyyy...," she gasped, as now two of his fingers began to work and 
massage her throbbing feminine erection.  The Kryptonite may have weakened her, 
but her body was finding the energy to respond.  Now the hips of the blonde Maid 
of Steel were eagerly rising up to make contact with his teasing fingers; 
fingers which were now gently sliding over the top of her clitoris, sending 
signals to her to legs to spread themselves even wider to allow him easier 
access. 

He responded by gently taking the tender sprig between her legs and giving it 
couple of light squeezes, fully knowing that this would drive her crazy with 
desire.   "Ahhhh, oooo, yyyesss," the blonde superheroine groaned as his fingers 
sent shockwaves through her body.  Her hips arched up off the car seat to 
encourage him to continue the pleasurable assault.  His fingers now spread 
themselves to straddle the slick receptive sprout.  

"Oh my, what are you doing to me," she moaned as his fingers began stroking up 
and down her very sensitive womanhood.  

"Obviously, I'm going to give you an orgasm.  Or haven't you ever had one 
before?" he asked.  

"Noooo, I, I've never had one before," she lamented. 

"Don't worry, I promise you'll enjoy it," the Assassin chuckled.  

What was happening to her?  She had never felt anything like this before in her 
life.  His hands and fingers had awakened fires within her that she didn't even 
know existed. She was a superheroine, this couldn't happen, especially from a 
mere mortal earthman!  But, oh he was right, it felt so good.  She could feel 
the tension begin to build for the sexual release she now eagerly anticipated.  
Her very first orgasm, she fuzzily realized.  Supergirl could actually begin to 
feel sweat form on her body as it strained for release. 

The Assassin showed little bit of sadist as he asked her, "Do you want me to 
stop now?" 

Almost without thinking she panted, "Ohhhh nooo, your hand, it feels soooo 
gooood."  And then the orgasm hit her.  Her whole body spasmed several times.  
"Ahhh, Ohhhh, Mmmmmooooo, uuuuhhhh", she cried out as the orgasm engulfed her. 

He removed his fingers from her clitoris and put them to his tongue to she what 
she tasted like.  She tasted unlike any earthly female, sweet like honey.  The 
smell on his fingers also had a flowery scent.  This was getting better all the 
time.  Here he had the strongest female on the planet at his mercy to do 
anything he wished with her.  On top of that she had a body that any man would 
kill for, she was a virgin, and her pussy juices tasted like honey. He couldn't 
wait to get to the hideout and get her out of that costume.

Supergirl struggled to get her emotions under control after the orgasm.  I have 
to clear my head to try and think a way out of this.  She felt her handcuffed 
arms behind her back beginning to get stiff and sore.  If he will just stop long 
enough for me to think straight, she thought.  She had not even be able to try 
and figure out how long they had been in the vehicle, due to the pleasurable 
distraction of his hands upon her body.  However, it was not long before she 
felt his right hand touch her firm stomach.  

The fingers began tracing their way upward to the bottom of her left breast.  
Next, she felt the fingers begin to caress and fondle it.  "Mmmmmhhhhh", she 
softly breathed.  Again the nipple stiffened against his palm.  His hand feels 
so good, she thought as her mind once again began concentrate on the pleasure 
his hand was giving her.  Supergirl pushed her breast against his hand as it 
continued to stimulate and arouse her. 

He looked over and saw her tongue trying to wet her lips as she squirmed against 
his hand.  "Do you feel better now that we got rid of all that tension in your 
body?" the Assassin laughed.  

"Wwwhy are you doing this to me?" she moaned.  

"Because Supergirl, you could cause me a lot of problems in my line of work.  I 
figured it was only a matter of time before our paths crossed, and I wanted to 
make sure it was on my terms and not yours," he commented as his hand began to 
gently squeeze the very sensitive orb. 

"Ahhhh", she gasped as his hand began to squeeze, with ever-increasing pressure. 
 "The Kkkkryptonite, where did you get it?" Supergirl groaned while squirming 
against his hand.  

"If you're a good girl, I'll tell you when I get you back to my hideout," the 
Assassin declared.  "Now, no more questions.  We will be at the hideout in a few 
minutes", he added.  The masked killer spent the rest of the time running his 
hand over her nubile body, squeezing, fondling, and stroking her various 
erogenous zones.  This was driving the captive blonde superheroine wild with 
desire as her body continued to be very responsive to his advances.  Her 
concentration was now completely gone as she foggily realized that her body's 
needs had completely taken over.  She was sensitive in areas she hadn't even 
know about.  

Supergirl tried to imagine what he had in store for her.  Earlier her mind had 
feared what his intentions were, now her body responded in eager anticipation of 
those schemes.  Even the fear of him destroying her failed to snap her 
concentration back.  The erotic visions of what he might do to her before that 
were all that mattered to her mind and body at this point.  From time to time 
while his hand wandered over her supple body, Supergirl's mind would try to 
focus on what her college coed girl friends had told her about their dates and 
boyfriends advances.  Many of the coeds had expressed how clumsy their behavior 
had been.  In many cases their behavior had been so gross that the girls had 
dumped some of them. 

Supergirl now knew that the Assassin was also an expert in arousing the female 
body, and his smooth steady stimulation was breaking down her will to resist.  
If only he would yell or threaten her, maybe she could muster the concentration 
to figure a way out of this.  Instead, her mind easily returned to the hand that 
ravished her body, speculating on what thrill it would bring next. 

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