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From: MD James <dmatthew@ix.netcom.com>
Subject: NEW STORY!!  Supergirl and X - by MD James  (Part 6 of 7)

Part 6.

The license plates on the black car read "BW-10."  The driver, a
muscular man with a chiseled face, exited the car and made it’s way to
hotel lobby.  He didn’t check in, but instead checked to inquire on an
elderly couple who were traveling in an RV with a young woman.  After
making a phone call, he decided to pay a visit to the county courthouse
to check on the records of one Lex Luthor and any possible real estate
holdings by Lexcorp in the area.

* * * * *

Supergirl stood in the shower, letting the warm water splash across her
new voluptuous body.  She had hoped the shower would help clear her
mind, but it didn’t work.  Even the rhythmic pulses of the shower
reminded her of the Orgasmatron.  How, when it touched any part of her
body, would drive her to powerful orgasms.  Any part; a finger, a toe,
her nose, even the hair on her head.

She moved her soapy hands around her huge, firm breasts.  X had
re-engineered her body so that not only were her breasts twice their
normal size, but they were also more sensitive than before.  She felt
the tingle of pleasure when she moved her slippery hands around them,
grazing the extra-sensitive nipples.

How long has it been?  Days?  Weeks?  By her own rough count, at least
four days have passed.  She worried about Jon and Martha Kent - the two
people whom she considered to be the parents she never had.  No doubt
they are worried to death about her.  She left Martha in such a rush to
catch Lex Luthor, never to expect to be captured by a shape-shifter who
called himself Luthor’s "son."  She hoped they had the good sense to
call Clark and get out of the area before anything else happened.  

"Where are you Clark?" she muttered under her breath.  "Where…?"

Then she realized she had gravitated her hands down past her stomach..
just above her bald pussy. "What am I doing?" she asked herself.  "I
should be doing this.. I.."

But instead of pulling back, she felt her hands going instinctively for
her clit.  She tried desperately to fight the urge to masturbate, but
instead she felt the all-too familiar wave of pleasure hit her.

"UUNNGGHHH…" she moaned.  "N-no… I… can’t… do….. OOHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

One hand went up to her swollen breasts as the other continued on her
pussy.  She leaned back against the wall of the stall and spread her
legs wide.  Her fingers began to rub around her clit, picking up speed.

"Can’t…  Mustn’t.. UNNGGHHH!!… No… I’m Supergirl… I’m not some cheap..
s-slut…"

She tried to think of something.. anything.. that could break her
concentration.  The death of everyone she knew at the hands of three
super-powered criminals, Doomsday pounding her into protoplasmic mush,
Superman’s death at the hands of Doomsday, the destruction of Coast
City, being manipulated by everyone from Brainiac to Raven to Lex
Luthor..  But as she remembered learning about Lex’s duplicity, her mind
went back to the times he seduced her.. how he used to make her cum
twice before intercourse.. how his hands used to cup her breasts, which
then were barely just more than a handful and not the mountains of flesh
they were now.. how he used to play with her clit..

"OOH!" she exclaimed as she felt her body shiver.  She knew this as the
telltale sign she was about to cum.  "C-Can’t do this.. OOHH… OOHH…
NNNNNNNNNNNNNNGHHHHHHHHHH!!"

She spasmed uncontrollably as she climaxed.  Her legs gave way and she
sank down to the floor of the stall, the water splashing rhythmically
over her face.  

Supergirl cursed at herself as she picked herself up from the tiled
floor.  Why?  Why was she doing this?  She knew that somehow X was
responsible for all of it, and somehow, no matter how long it takes,
she’d find a way out of it all.

She dried herself off and then put on the flimsy blue outfit X had
provided her as her only clothing.  She looked at herself in the
mirror.  Her damp platinum blond hair running down her back, the twin
mountains that were supposed to be her breasts.. she looked like Anna
Nicole Smith’s slutty twin sister!

Just then she heard a noise in the bedroom.  It sounded like someone was
picking the lock that kept her prisoner.  She quickly made her way to
the side of the door and waited for it to open, ready to pounce on
whomever was entering.

The door opened and she could see a black shape with pointed ears enter
the room.  Then the shape turned towards her direction..

It was Batman!

"Supergirl?" the dark knight asked when he saw her.  "Supergirl?  Is
that you?"

She was ready to cry.  She wanted to race over to him.. but then she
remembered that it could be a mistake.  The last time she trusted what
she saw it turned out to be X disguised as Wonder Woman.  She wasn’t
going to fall for the same mistake again.

"Batman?  How did you know where to find me?" she said suspiciously.

"Superman contacted me," he said in a dark voice.  "He was too busy
handling other crisis to come to your rescue, so he asked me to look for
you."

Supergirl walked over to him, ever so cautiously.  "And what happened to
X?"

"He got away.  Don’t worry, he won’t go far, though.  Robin is following
him."

She was inches away from him.  He wrapped his dark arms around to
comfort her.  "We’ll find some way to get you back to normal," he said.

She wanted to believe that.  She really did.  Instead, she shoved him
backwards towards the bed.

Batman was surprised.  "What are you doing?"

But Supergirl knew otherwise.  "Nice try," she said.  "But Superman
wouldn’t have been too busy to save me.  And the REAL Batman would have
known why!"

The Maid of Might pounced on the man that appeared to be Batman with a
ferocity.  She straddled over him.

"Err.. Supergirl.. What?"

She clawed at the bottom half that made up his black outfit.  The outfit
seemed authentic, but she knew someone with access to a lot of money
could get a real-looking Batman costume.  X certainly has access to
Luthor’s hidden funds.  The hidden catches that made up his pants came
undone and she tugged it down past his hips.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" he demanded as he tried to get up.

She pushed him back down on the bed and reached for his cock.  It seemed
quite normal, but she knew X could shape-shift to make it look real. 
Maybe this WAS his real size.  "This is what you want, isn’t it?" she
asked as she quickly jerked his rod erect.  "You want to continue these
little games, right?  Let’s just get to the chase."

She was vaguely aware that she had at least some of her powers back. 
Certainly super-strength and speed.  Strength to keep someone like him
down on the bed, and speed to bring his cock to strength in a matter of
seconds.  She took the cock into her mouth and quickly sucked on it.

"UUNNGGHHH!!… no.. Supergirl… what…. Are… you… UNNNNGGHHH!…."

Her head was a blur as she bobbed up and down on his rod.  It didn’t
take long for "Batman" to cum, and he spurted quickly in her mouth.

But she didn’t stop there.  Instead, she continued sucking on his cock,
quickly working it back up to fighting strength again.

"Super.. girl…" he pleaded, "please… don’t…. AAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!"

But it was too late. A second cum.  But she didn’t stop, not even to
clean up the mess from his first two loads.  Jism flowed down her mouth,
acting as a lubricant on his cock as she continued at full speed.

It took a few more seconds for him to cum a third time, but this time it
was much more painful for him.  "S-super… girl….  UNNGGHH… no…  Please..
n-OOOOOOOO!"  His voice was strained.  His muscles spasming from the
numerous orgasms.  "You’ll…. Kill… me…. if… you…"

Then there was silence.

Supergirl looked up at the prone body of "Batman."  He was clearly in
pain when he uttered those words, but checking on his pulse, she found
that he was still alive - just unconscious.

Then she realized what she had just done.  She just raped a man.  She
didn’t just render the guy unconscious, she RAPED him!  She was no
better than X when she did that!

She started to back up off the bed in horror.  "My god," she whispered. 
"What have I done?"

"What you were expected to," she heard from behind, "my little
super-slut!"

She turned around.  X stood at the doorway.

"You did everything I expected of you," he said with a smile. 
"Everything I prepared you for, my little super-slut!"

She started to pounce on him.  At super-speed, she would have him tied
up and be out of there in no time.  But X didn’t flinch.  Instead he
pressed a button on his bracelet.

Supergirl then doubled over in pain.  Tremendous pain.

Then she felt herself getting heavy.  She opened her eyes and saw that
her tits were growing.  Bigger and bigger.. bursting through the flimsy
material she wore.  They inflated like twin flesh-covered balloons.

And it wasn’t just her tits that grew, but her ass as well.  What was
once tight was now expanding so that her backside pushed the cover-up to
her waist.  

"X!  What are you doing to me?" she asked as she grabbed her massive
mammaries in a vain attempt to keep them from growing.

"I warned you about trying to jump me again," X replied.  "This is what
I meant."

Then Supergirl saw him take his finger off the red button on the
bracelet and press a blue button next to it.  Instantly she felt the
telltale sensation of the orgasmatron as the beam hit her square on her
growing ass cheeks.

She screamed.  "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! NO MORE!!!!!!!!   PLEASE!!!!!!!!!  
AAAAAAAGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Her whole body shook as she climaxed.  She could feel her tits swell
even more.  Then she felt moisture.  "MY GOD!  I’M LACTATING!"

Indeed, her breasts began dripping a milky substance from her enlarged
nipples.  X was tempted to taste it, but decided against it.  Instead he
stood there with that devious smile on his face.

Minutes later, the beam was turned off.  Supergirl lay face-down on the
floor, in the same X-augmented body as before.  A puddle of substance
from her breasts and a trial of cum from between her legs highlighted
her body.  What was left of her clothing was now just a shred of fabric
by her waist.

X walked over to the bed at the unconscious "Batman" who still had his
drawers down past his waist and his cock exposed.  "She’ll never know,"
he mumbled.  "Never guess that you were just some stud from the local
bar I picked up and tricked you into wearing that outfit.  And you’ll
never know who it really was who picked you up looking like my little
super-slut."

* * * * *

Batman - the REAL Batman - made his way into the county courthouse in
the dead of night.  He could have gone in daylight as Bruce Wayne, but
he knew that anyone asking too many questions might tip off whoever had
Supergirl.  He needed to go at night, as Batman.

The deeds and tax rolls revealed much about Lex Luthor.  It seemed
Lexcorp owned half of the buildings and banks in town.  There were many
places where Luthor could have gone, and certainly many places where he
could have squirreled some slush funds if he needed them.  But no place
in town where Luthor could be hidden without attracting attention.  And
certainly no place where they could hide a limo as big as the one that
was seen in town.

Then he discovered an abandoned Lexcorp mining company.  At least it was
SUPPOSED to be abandoned.  However, when he checked with the local water
records, he noticed that service was still continuing there.  Somebody
was still using the place.

END OF PART 6

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