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From: MD James <dmatthew@ix.netcom.com>
Subject: NEW STORY!!  Supergirl and X - by MD James  (Part 4 of 7)

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.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!  GODNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! 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… MMMMM….  Oooh… no… please.. HMMM…  OH
FUCK… OH SHIT… AHHHHH… Oh GOD!!!  NNNHHHHH!… 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..

END OF PART 4

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