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As I promised.. here is the sequel to "Supergirl and X"!  Many thanks to
those who have E-mailed me with comments about the story.

WARNING:  This story contains sexual material. It contains explicit
descriptions of sex, including non-consentual sex. If you are at all
offended by this kind of story, or under the age of 18, DO NOT READ ANY
FURTHER!!  If you are an adult and you have children under the age of 18
DO NOT LET THEM READ THIS!!  And if you are a bible-thumper, a moralist,
or a postal inspector impersonating a real human being- FUCK YOU and
READ THE CONSTITUTION!

Supergirl, Oracle, Batman, Lex Luthor, Superman, and other DC characters
expressed in this story are copyrighted by DC Comics.  Supera, X Luthor,
Flare, Max Apollo, and Demonica are the original creations of the
author.  This story is written for the sole purpose of entertainment and
is not written for profit and cannot be transmitted, reproduced or
otherwise traded for profit.  This story is entirely fictional.  No
protomatter beings, multimillionaires, kryptonians, amazons, humans,
clones, or other superheroes or villains, or their children, were
actually harmed in the making of this story.

Note:  The story is based in (but not a part of) the current DC
continuum.  It is sequel to "Supergirl and X" - if you haven’t read it,
ask the author for a re-post.

And for those who are clueless about the current DC continuum..
Supergirl was created on a dying world not unlike Earth in homage to
Superman.  Supergirl (Matrix) was actually a protomatter being,
initially capable of assuming different shapes and guises.  Her powers
consisted of shape-shifting, invisibility, flight, strength, speed, and
telekinesis.  For a brief period of time she was in love with suave
billionaire Lex Luthor II - unaware it was actually the evil Lex Luthor,
who faked his death and was impersonating a son he never had.  Once the
deception was revealed, Supergirl quickly (and violently) severed all
ties with Luthor.  In 1996 she was nearly killed trying to save the life
of a missing young woman named Linda Danvers.  Supergirl and Linda were
both dying, and by some miracle the two were merged into one being.
Supergirl was now Linda Danvers, with memories of both women, and now a
"super" human.  Her power of invisibility was eliminated, and her
shape-shifting powers are now limited to just transforming her body
between Supergirl and Linda, which caused some embarrassing moments for
her when she turns into Linda but is still wearing Supergirl’s outfit.

OK.. everybody got that?  Are we all caught up now?  Good.  Now keep
your tray tables and seat backs in their upright and locked position,
make sure your seat belts are buckled, and get ready for a ride into the
future…

=============================================================================

Supergirl/Supera
- by MD James

Part 1.

Supergirl cut through the war-torn streets of Metropolis at full speed -
the sonic boom smashing what windows were left in the surrounding
buildings.  Normally she wouldn’t have been so reckless, but she knew
that the streets were clear.  The city was mostly evacuated, aside from
those already in battle.

She turned towards the Daily Planet building and saw Superman fighting
off Lexcorp soldiers in their modified battle suits.  His outfit was
tattered, but he was clearly holding his own.

"Need a hand?" she asked as she approached.

"Nah," the young man said as he shot out a blast of pure telekinesis at
a Lexcorp soldier.  The blast shattered the soldier’s battlesuit,
causing him to plummet to the roof of the Daily Planet.  "I’ve got the
Planet pretty much under control.  Hobbs Bay is also sound.. Steel said
he’s moping up these clowns in Midtown.  The big man is all yours babe!"

Supergirl grimaced at the sexist dig.  The "kid" was doing good, but he
certainly wasn’t like Clark.  In powers AND in attitude.

She turned around and continued on her way towards #1 Alexander Avenue -
the Lexcorp Tower!  The source of the gangland insanity and home of the
one and only Lex Luthor!  The glass and metal building stood not only as
a symbol of Metropolis but also as a sign of Luthor’s control over the
city.  Luthor brought down Metropolis once, and he was trying yet again
with his technologically enhanced goon squads.

As she approached the tower, she saw a bright flash, then the searing
heat of a laser beam as it came within a hair’s breadth of hitting her.
She ducked down, but the laser continued to follow her descent.  The
Maid of Might poured on the speed as she descended to street level- with
the laser beam now in pursuit of her.  She knew all she had to do was
reach the base of the Lexcorp Tower and the laser cannon would be out of
range to hurt her.

Sure enough, when she was under a block away the laser cannon stopped
firing.  But she didn’t stop.  Instead she made a ninety-degree turn
straight up, watching with some satisfaction as the sonic wake struck
the face of the building - twisting the metal girders and turning
immediate office furniture into sawdust.  The building was barely
touched since Luthor started this little war for Metropolis, and now she
was going to take the battle to him for the first time!

She stopped abruptly on the penthouse level, with a sadistic smile on
her face as the sonic blast caught up with her, blowing her skirt, cape,
and hair straight up, but also pulverizing the skylight windows.  It
would certainly be an ominous sight for anyone looking.  Glass fragments
blasted inside the spacious quarters.

She drifted to the floor of the penthouse.  "LUTHOR!" she bellowed into
the empty room.  "Come out!"

The Maid of Might walked around the room, using her telekinesis to turn
over furniture and tables.  Bookcases were torn from the walls and
smashed to the ground.

"It’s OVER!" she cried out.  "Your goon squad is being mopped up.  Your
bombs are diffused.  Metropolis still stands!  It’s over!  Come out and
make it easy on us all!"

"It’s not over," came a ghostly voice.  "Not by a long shot!"

Just then a hologram projector appeared.  The image was cast in the
middle of the room of a reactor.

"I have one more bomb left, and this one WILL destroy Metropolis!"

"The reactor.." Supergirl whispered.  "The fusion reactor that powers
the whole building!"

"The whole building, AND the arsenal of defensive weapons," said the
disembodied voice.  "In five minutes, the reactor will reach critical
mass.  When it does, the blast will take out the whole New Troy island
and scatter radiation to the outlying areas that will contaminate the
metropolitan area for fifty years!"

Five minutes.  More than enough time for Supergirl to save the city, but
also more than enough time for Luthor to escape.. if he hadn’t already.
For all she knew, he could have been halfway to Rio by now.

"Not if I can get to it first!" she said.

She started to move but before she could a figure appeared from the
hallway.  She expected it to be Demonica - Luthor’s sinister
she-enforcer.

But it wasn’t Demonica standing before her.

He was young and physically fit.  He looked a little like Lex Luthor in
his prime but with thick blond hair.  He looked at her intensely with an
air of confidence, like he owned her.

"But you have to get past me first," he said softly.  "My little
super-slut!"

Her mouth went agape in horror.  Her eyes widened.  She should know
him.  Everything in her body said that she should know him!  But even
though she didn’t she was still terrified of him.  Then she realized
that her costume got baggier again.  Her perception dropped a few
inches.  A lock of hair.. brown hair, not blond.. swept past her eyes.
She knew that she had reverted back to her human identity as Linda
Danvers.

"You’ve changed so much," he said as he reached for the zipper of his
pants.  "My BIG friend and I must explore this new body of yours!"

"This can’t be happening," she whispered to herself.  "Who are you?"

"I own you," the blond man said in a voice unlike Lex’s.  "You will
always be mine.. my little super-slut!"

"No.." she said in a whimper as she saw the huge cock spring out of the
man’s pants.  "No... this can’t be happening!  Not to me…"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

Linda Danvers awoke in a cold sweat, her fingers gripping her
nightclothes.

"Lights," she said hastily.

The lights in the bedroom came on.

"Just another nightmare," she mumbled.  "Another nightmare…  Time."

"Two-thirty-three AM" responded the voice-activated house system.

It was another nightmare.  This time it was the Battle of Metropolis,
Lex Luthor’s last battle before his supposed death.  As Supergirl, she
had saved the city from being destroyed, and with the new Superman’s
help captured Lex Luthor once and for all.  But that was twenty years
ago!

And who was the blond man?  Something in the back of her mind said she
should know him, but she didn’t know how or where.  At first she thought
it to be Buzz, the devil-spawn who not only forced Supergirl to merge
with the dying body of Linda Danvers but also served as her tormentor
for years.  As a human, he was also blond-haired.  But no, Buzz was gone
forever.  Destroyed by his master Neron for trying to take over Hell.

Still this strange man has haunted her nights for two weeks.  He showed
up in dreams of her marriage to Dan Holland, her fantasies with other
heroes and heroines, and even the dreams surrounding the birth of her
daughter, Kara Lee.

She thought about contacting a doctor about it - but then she was afraid
the secret of her other life would come out, and it was something she
didn’t want to have happen.  How could she explain to anyone that for
more than twenty-five years she has been living a lie?  That she was
Supergirl, a protomatter being merged with the body of human who by all
rights should’ve died in 1996?

She wanted to go to the Kents about it.. but Jonathan and Martha died
years ago, and Clark really wasn’t the same since he lost his powers
forever.  And her… Linda’s.. parents wouldn’t be any help either.  It
really wasn’t something she could bring up to them.  "Hi mom!  Hi dad!
Say, I’ve been having these weird dreams about a guy I don’t remember
who’s hung like Long Dong Silver and calls me Super-Slut."  Yeah, as if
that would go along with their devout Christian upbringing!  Her parents
never fully accepted the fact that Supergirl and Linda Danvers were one
person now.

Just then she heard some noise outside of the bedroom.  "Who’s there?"
she asked.

"Miss Kara has entered the house," came the computer reply.

She got out of bed and reached for her cane.  She cursed her all-too
human pains that caused her to limp when once she could fly.

In every way, Kara Lee Danvers resembled her mother in her youth.  Brown
hair, blue eyes.  The only difference was she was more physically
proportioned than Linda was at that age.  More developed breasts, a
cuter smile, no glasses.  Not even a need for glasses.  She also liked
to have her hair down and wavy, the way Supergirl used to keep her
golden trusses.  No new-age do for her!

Kara also liked to wear more revealing clothes to show off that body of
hers.  Black bodysuits that left little to the imagination, short skirts
that barely covered her pubic region never mind the bottom of her ass
cheeks.  Kara was already propositioned twice last year to pose nude in
Play-pet Magazine Online.  Offers that Linda forbade her to accept, lest
they both got evicted from the town for moral turpitude.

"Where the hell were you?" Linda asked as she limped into the living
room.

"Jesus!" exclaimed Kara as she turned around to face her mother.  "You
startled me!  What, did you have the house wake you up?"

"Answer my question," she demanded.  "Where were you?"

Kara dropped her bag on the sofa.  "I was with friends, Okay?  Does that
settle your curiosity?"

"Which friends?" asked a thin-lipped Linda.

"Jesus!  You never quit!"

"Which friends, Kara?"

Kara wanted to lie, but before she could a single name slipped from her
lips.  "Marcus.."

Linda hit the roof.  "MARCUS?  We had an agreement!  No staying out past
11 - especially when it concerned Marcus!"

"But mom.."

"No buts about it!  You knew the rules!  And now you’re grounded!"

"But mom!"

"No buts!" reiterated Linda.  "Now get to bed!  You still have to go to
class tomorrow!"

Linda watched as Kara stormed off to her bedroom, trying to remember if
she.. if Linda.. was as rebellious at that age.  Then she remembered:
yes Linda was as rebellious, and it just about killed her.

*****

Kara slammed the door to her bedroom hard and flopped herself on the
bed.

"Stupid!" she exclaimed to herself.  "Why didn’t I just lie to her?
Tell her it was Kathy, or Missy, or.. or…  ARUGH!  What’s the point?
She’d just ground me anyways like I was still some kid!"

She got off the bed and shrugged off her light jacket.  She wished she
didn’t have to wear one in the warm spring weather, but what she wore
underneath it would have certainly gotten her stopped by the police for
morals violations.  Leesburg was considered one of those tight "family
values" communities in the 21st century, which meant nearly everything
Kara wore - aside from some church dresses - pushed the limits of morals
laws.  But what she wore that night was well into breaking those morals
laws.

The dress she wore was see-through, showing everyone her fit 36D breasts
in a faint pink hue of the neo-plastic material.  Underneath that she
had on a pair of red lace panties that showed off her toned ass and her
long legs.  The outfit was made complete with a blue scarf that she had
strategically draped around her neck so that the ends could fall and
hide her breasts if questioned by the police.

She looked down at herself.  What she wore was pretty ordinary for the
nightclub scene in nearby Echo City - a city that had no morals laws.
That was where she met Marcus that night.

She slipped off the see-through dress, her hand grazing her erect
nipples as she did.  The sensations rippled from her nipples through the
rest of her body.  She was still under the effects of the Ecstasy 21X
drug that she and Marcus took at the start of the night.  The drug was
quite safe, but it heightened all stimulation - such as the close
contact of someone while dancing to 21st century technolust music.  She
had orgasmed twice that night under the influence, both with Marcus, and
they both still had their clothes on.

She began to massage her breasts, reveling in the waves of pleasure left
over from the drug.  "Oohh," she moaned.  "Oh.. I wish Marcus was here
right now.."

She lay down on the bed.  "Channel 69," she muttered to the home system.

"Leesburg Family Law prohibits access to that channel.." came the reply.

"OVERRIDE!" she exclaimed, not wanting to ruin the rush of pleasure she
was feeling.

The monitor in her room then clicked in to display the Play-pet Channel
- the adult-only channel that the authorities in Leesburg banned.
Marcus showed her how to reprogram the house system to override the
morality chip upon voice request the last time they were home, which was
how her mother caught them - naked, in the afterglow of sex.  At least
they had turned off the monitor before they got caught.  Tampering with
the morality chip was a felony.

Naked men and women writhed in an orgy on the monitor as Kara pulled
down on her panties to expose her neatly trimmed brown pussy hair.
"Yeah.." she mumbled as she began to rub her clit.  "Fuck me now… oh
baby.. yeah…"

Her hand began to rotate faster and faster around her clit as she
gyrated to the sounds of pleasure and the pleasures her own body was
generating.  She cupped her breast with her other hand.  She was vaguely
aware that her body was shaking in the throws of orgasm.

*****

Linda was almost asleep when she heard the vibrations from the adjoining
bedroom.  It rattled through to the antique dresser her mom gave her,
tipping pictures over.

"Lights!" she said as she reached for her cane.

Linda limped out of her bedroom and across the living room to Kara’s
bedroom.  The vibrations got louder as she approached.  She reached for
the doorknob and turned..

She only had the door open a crack when what she saw made her pause.
Kara was lying naked on the bed.  The whole bed was shaking with her.
And at Kara’s groin, there was only a flesh-toned blur where there
should be her right hand.

Kara’s eyes were closed.
"OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..OH-oh-oh-oh-oh-OHHH-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-OHHHHHHHH-HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"

Linda quickly closed the door in fear of what she saw.  Not that Kara
was masturbating, but that she was doing so at SUPER-speed!

As quickly as possible, she limped back into the living room and pulled
out a glass of wine from the safe.  Alcohol was illegal in Leesburg, but
she managed to squirrel away a few bottles.  She opened the bottle in
the kitchen and poured herself a glass.

"Dear God no," she said as she finished the glass.  "Please.. tell me
she’s not like me.. not her.."

Part 2.

The next morning Linda arrived at Leesburg Community College to begin
her class.  She had been teaching art appreciation courses for a few
years, but it wasn’t something she wanted to do.

Up until five years ago she was successful artist, but then she began to
experience pains in her limbs that doctors couldn’t identify.  They
ruled out arthritis and other joint ailments.  The only explanation she
could determine was that her transformations between Linda Danvers and
Supergirl was causing more strain on her body now than ever before.
Supergirl had been in semi-retirement since she learned she was pregnant
with Kara, and then after Kara was born she appeared only in major
crisises.  She learned that the longer she stayed as Linda, she no
longer had her super-powers.  Then she began to lose some of her
steadiness.  She couldn’t create things anymore.  She couldn’t walk
without a cane to steady herself.

She wanted to turn back into Supergirl, but she was afraid that once she
did she wouldn’t be able to change back into Linda - that Linda would
disappear forever.  And that would be hard to explain to everyone.
Instead, she recognized her limitation and resigned to the fact that
Supergirl was retired forever.

So she taught art appreciation at the college.  The pay was adequate,
and because she was an associate professor there, Kara was able to study
at little additional cost.  All she had to do was to keep Kara from
doing something that would get her expelled on morals charges.

The students were young and enthusiastic, but many of them only took the
course for a quick "A" grade.  She found it frustrating to see a good
percentage of her students fumble at trying to find meaning out of a
painting or sculpture.  Worse yet, she often found herself under
scrutiny by administrators who wanted to make sure each piece of artwork
fit the town’s moral standards.  They didn’t allow her to use live
models. They didn’t allow her to show classic nudes.  There wasn’t much
she was allowed to show - but when it came to the artwork of superheroes
she fought tooth-and-nail to keep it.  After all, she created many of
those works in her younger years.

"OK class," she announced, "I want you to turn on your terminals and
tell me about THIS piece of work."  The hologram next to her displayed a
three-dimensional statue of a woman in a cape and cowl.  "This is a
statue of Batgirl, currently displayed in the Gotham City Museum.
Batgirl’s career was brief, but memorable.  Years after her abrupt
retirement, Gotham City commissioned this statue in her honor and placed
it next to their other legendary protectors, Batman and Robin.  You.."

Just then she heard the faint chuckles from a group of young men near
the back of the classroom.  She limped over to them.  "What’s the joke
boys?"

The guys quickly turned red in embarrassment as one of them quickly
tried to make some adjustments in his terminal.  But she was faster.
Using her cane, she spun the terminal around so she could see it.

The young man was embarrassed.. "I.. uh.. it’s.."

Linda’s mouth went agape in shock.  It was a picture of her as
Supergirl, shackled on a table, her red miniskirt hiked up to her navel,
bare from the navel down, and her blue shirt ripped open down the middle
to expose her breasts.

"WHERE DID YOU GET THIS?" she demanded as she slapped her cane on the
top of the terminal.

The young man faltered.  "I.. uh.. I.."

"WHERE!??"

"On the Net!" he said quickly.  "I don’t know who!"

She excused the whole class except for the student in question.  With
the help of the Dean of Students, Linda had the terminal scanned.  In
all there were three gigabytes of images the student had on the terminal
of Supergirl, and two video clips of her being raped.  When questioned
by the Dean, the young man couldn’t explain where he got them, only that
they were being passed from E-mail to E-mail by people who wanted them.
The dean suspended the student and sent copies to the police department
for a full investigation.

"I’m sorry you had to go through that," Dean Wymer told her.  "I know
you were a fan of Supergirl years ago.."

"She was a friend," Linda said, still shaking.  "I don’t know where she
is now, but I know I can’t have her reputation destroyed like this."

"Well I know it’ll be pretty hard for the police to track down who has
been sending the clips," he said.  "The Internet is still pretty chaotic
today.  Once it gets online, you can’t really stop it."

She looked down at the smut images of Supergirl.  Everything about it
seemed all too real.  It was too complex for a computer-generated
simulation.  Too detailed.  More than that, something deep down inside
her said that it WAS real.  But if it was, why didn’t she remember it?

"Can I borrow this copy?" she asked as she picked up the zip disk.
"I’ve got a friend who’s an expert on this sort of stuff.  Maybe she can
figure out who the author is."

"I don’t know," he replied.  "The police will want to do their own
investigation, and I.."

"My friend.. well, she works with the major law enforcement agencies.
She’s their expert in these things."

The dean waived his hand and Linda picked up the disk.  "I’ll be sure to
have her share any clues with the chief," she said as she headed out the
door.

*****

"House," Linda announced as she entered the front door, "activate Matrix
program."

"Activating," came the reply.

She removed her jacket as she rapidly limped into her bedroom.  Inside a
special terminal appeared from behind a forest picture.  "Prepare for a
encrypted link, UN authorization SG911."

"Authorization approved," the house system replied.  Then the closet
doors opened to reveal a secret panel.  "Will you be changing into your
outfit?"

She looked at it for a minute.  It was her Supergirl outfit.  The one
she retired years ago.  Reflex told her to change into it, to change her
body into the younger blond beauty she once was.  Then she felt the cane
tap into her leg, and the stiffness of her fifty-year-old body.  No,
those days were over..

"No," she said softly.  "Use Supergirl holopic for transmitted image.
Open connection."

The connection was filled with static.  "Please wait.." came the only
reply.

*****

Barbara Gordon-Wayne groaned as she slid herself out of bed and into her
wheelchair. "OK, OK" she mumbled as she wheeled herself over to her
terminal.  As she arrived, the screen flashed the authorization codes.

"I’ll be damned," she said as she recognized who was calling her.

The screen displayed a computer-generated image of Supergirl.  "Hi
Oracle."

"Long time no see Supergirl," Barbara said with a smile.  "Is this call
social or professional?"

The image didn’t show any emotion, but Barbara knew from Supergirl’s
tone that it wasn’t social.  "Wish I could say social..  Listen, I got
word that someone has been E-mailing some pornographic pictures of me to
whomever wanted them.  I managed to get my hands on a zip file of some
of them.  I need you to find out who is sending them."

Oracle made some adjustments to her terminal.  "OK, I’m set on this
end.  Transmit your data now."

Thirty seconds later, the 3GB zip file was transmitted to her.  Her
stomach soured as she unzipped and opened the first few images of
Supergirl stripped and spread out on an observation table.  How helpless
she was.. How powerless..  Like she was when the Joker…

"What makes you think these are of you?" she asked after regaining her
composure.

"I wish I can tell you," Supergirl replied.  "I don’t remember these
happening, and this is something you don’t forget.."

"No," the former Batgirl whispered as she put a hand on her paralyzed
legs.  "Something you never forget.."

"So, do you think you can..?"

Barbara closed up the images.  "I’ll run them through my computers and
see what I can come up with.  Can I page you from your terminal?"

"Uh.. no, Oracle.. I’ll check in..  Thanks."

"OK, Supergirl..  Oh, and don’t wait so long to call next time!"

"Thanks.." came the reply.  "Out."

Barbara opened up the images once again and began running filtering
programs, keenly aware of the sounds of metallic-assisted shoes
approaching.

"You’re still up, Bruce?" she asked.

The silver-haired man slowly made his way to his wife and kissed her on
the forehead.  "Took short naps around four," he replied. "What are you
working on?"

She nodded towards the screen.  "Supergirl said somebody has been
e-mailing these pics out to people.  I’m trying to find out who’s doing
it."

Bruce looked at the video clip of a bald man sticking his huge cock into
Supergirl’s mouth.  Then another of Supergirl changing into a blond
bombshell with huge tits.  His face went ashen.

"No.." he whispered.

"Did you say something dear?" Barbara asked.

"Ah.. no.  Sorry Barb.  Anyways how do you know these are of Supergirl?
Lex Luthor used to have protomatter duplicates of her at one point.
This could just be a copy of Supergirl getting raped."

"She doesn’t think so," his wife replied.  "And something tells me these
aren’t..  but the computer should find out who has been sending them."

*****

Linda Danvers pulled off her shirt, and then her slacks.  Her 32B
breasts didn’t sag in her bra.. she didn’t have much anyways, and age
made that point moot.  But she did notice the slight paunch in her
belly.  The paunch she didn’t have when she was younger, nor when she
was Supergirl.  That came after she gave birth to Kara.  Her legs were
also much thicker.  Years of being Linda Danvers did that, aging like
any human would.

She limped over to the Supergirl outfit hanging in the secret
compartment in her closet.  She remembered how the cape came off from
the Velcro clasps just underneath her neckline. Then there was a second
set of clasps in the back of her outfit that allowed her to get in and
out of it.  She slid her legs through the holes, wincing in pain as she
did.  Then she dragged the whole outfit over her body.

"I used to do this almost at the speed of thought," she whispered to
herself as she tugged the outfit to fill it’s former contours.  Then she
slid on the red cape and looked at herself in the mirror.

She didn’t look or feel like she was Supergirl anymore.  Even in her
prime, Linda Danvers couldn’t fill out Supergirl’s outfit, but now that
distinction was even more so.  Her graying brown hair reminded her that
she was still a fifty year-old woman.  Then there were the bags where
she was wearing a bra and panties underneath.  She used to wear nothing
underneath her outfit - much to the delight of the men she worked with.
Then there were the braces on her knees.  The braces that reminded her
that she wasn’t Supergirl anymore.

"Damn.." she mumbled, then fought to remove the outfit.

*****

Kara came home early for the day and noticed her mother’s car in the
driveway.

"Mom?" she asked as she entered the house.  Then when nobody answered,
"House, where’s Mom?"

"Your mother is in the bathroom," the house announced.

Kara dropped her books on the kitchen counter and was about to walk
towards her room when she noticed something odd from the corner of her
eye.  It was in her mother’s bedroom.

She walked in the room and saw the faded Supergirl outfit lying on the
bed.  She chuckled softly at the thought that her mother would actually
have a copy of Supergirl’s outfit hidden somewhere.  But then she
noticed the recessed monitor where normally there would be a painting of
a crystal forest.

"What the…?"

Suddenly the room darkened.  "Security alert!  Unauthorized access!"

"House it’s just me!" Kara said.  "SHHHHHH!"

Linda came limping out from the bathroom in a robe.  "Cancel," she said
softly.

The lights came back on, and she could see Kara standing in the room,
holding the outfit in her hands, as the painting slid back over the
hidden monitor.

"Mom?" Kara said in shock.  "What’s going on?"

Linda sat down on the bed.  "I suppose I should explain…"

It took a good thirty minutes for Linda to explain everything to her
daughter.  Supergirl’s past.  Her creation on a doomed world.  Her
travel to Earth to enlist Superman’s help.  Being brainwashed by
Brainiac, then seduced by Lex Luthor.  How she merged with Linda Danvers
to become one being with two lives.  And why she retired her life as
Supergirl.

Kara sat through it all in shock.  She never would have guessed that her
mother was Supergirl if she didn’t notice the old outfit.

Then she had a shock of her own.  "Mom.. I think I’m one of those
metahumans.."

Linda put her hand on Kara’s.  "I know you are, dear.  Last night when
you came home.. you were somewhat very… uh.. active.. in your room.  I
was about to scold you, but then I saw that you…"

"I was doing it," Kara said, "too fast?"

Linda chuckled.  "Something like that.  Oh, I wish I could take you
someplace where we can measure your powers.  Is there anything else that
is.. well super-human?  Anything you haven’t been able to tell anyone
about?"

Kara thought about it for a minute.  "Well.. now that you mention it..
there were a few times in PE class back in high school when it seemed
like I was going too fast for the rest of the class.  The coach kept
asking me if I wanted to be on the track team."

"Well we’ve already got speed down," her mother said.  "Anything else?"

Kara got embarrassed.  "Well.. uh.. it sort of involves Marcus.."

Linda’s face soured.  "Might as well tell me.  Probably nothing else
that I haven’t seen or heard before.."

"Well a few weeks ago.. when Marcus and I were.. well, you know.. doing
it.. I sort of bent the metal headboard of his bed."

"MM-HMM.." grunted Linda.  "And did you fix it?"

"Oh yeah, mom!  He didn’t even notice that I bent it!"

"OK," she said.  "So you have some amount of super-strength."

"Mom?" Kara asked with a sly grin.  "Do you think I can.. fly?"

Linda once again put on a sour face.  "As much as I’d like to find out,
honey, I really don’t think we can find out.  As you know, I’m powerless
in this form.."

"So?  Who is to say that YOU have to do the flying?  You can, like,
coach me from the ground while I do all the flying."

Linda sighed.  "Dear, it’s not like I can take you into a field in the
middle of the night.  Besides having somebody see us, there are some
really sensitive air-traffic sensors in place that can spot me taking
off higher than thirty feet.  I had to have a registered transponder
sewn into my outfit so I wouldn’t be shot down."

Her daughter still had the grin.  "So who is to say that YOU have to
wear the Supergirl outfit?"

Ten minutes later, Kara came out of her bedroom wearing the Supergirl
outfit.  It was clear from the start that Kara was still not only bigger
but more proportioned than Linda ever was as Supergirl.  The red skirt
was supposed to cover the blue panty bottom of the outfit, but when it
was on Kara the skirt only came up just to her blue-covered mound.  The
sleeves also came up shorter on her.  But the most significant was the
S-diamond insignia, which was elongated as the fabric stretched over
Kara’s breasts.

Kara held the crimson cape in her hand.  "Mom, how am I supposed to put
the cape on?"

Linda took the cape from Kara’s hands and walked around behind her.
"There are some Velcro tabs just under the collar.. just put the ends
here.."  She reached under the collar and tucked one end of the cape
underneath it, hooking the Velcro tabs together.  She started to do the
same on the other side when Kara grabbed the other end.  "Yes, that’s
it..  There.  What do you think?"

Kara walked towards the full-length mirror in her bedroom as she looked
at herself.  "I dunno, mom.. it’s.. well it’s pretty.. OLD, don’t you
think?  It’s retro-20th!"  She pulled the collar out a bit.  "It’s also
mashing my tits in."

Linda tugged at the hem line of the skirt, trying to make it drop below
Kara’s pubic region.  "It.. uh!.. was designed for me..  Or rather me as
Supergirl.  But you seem to have grown a bit bigger than that..  Damn, I
can’t get this skirt to go down any further.."

"I dunno mom," Kara giggled, "I kinda like it like that."

"KARA!"

"Really mom, how long do you think it’s been since anybody even SAW
Supergirl?  Years, right?"

"Yeah.. well, we can ALWAYS make alterations."

An hour later, the two women were in the middle of the college football
stadium.  There hadn’t been a football game held there in two years -
the college ran out of insurance money to cover the players.  It was the
perfect place to see if Kara had all of her mother’s powers.

True enough, Kara COULD fly, and quite well for her first time.

Linda watched as her daughter, her baby, took to the air.  At her
insistence, Kara wore a blond wig to hide her brown locks to complete
the illusion.  Looking twenty feet up, Linda had an intensely odd
feeling of seeing "Supergirl."  Was this what Linda saw before she died,
she asked herself.  Did she see Supergirl hovering over her dying body?

Kara floated back down to her mother.  "This is so fucking INTENSE!" she
exclaimed.  "It’s almost better than sex!  God, I GOTTA tell Marcus
about this!"

"NO!" exclaimed Linda.  "Don’t you EVER do that, do you hear?  Listen,
it wasn’t easy for your father when he found out who I was.  Not even
your paternal grandparents knew about it!  The less people who know
about what you can do, the less likely they’ll be used against you."

"But MOM..!"

"No buts!  Now we better get out of here.  We can come back here
tomorrow for more training.."

*****

On an island mansion, a withered old man watched with glee as he saw a
video of two women standing in the middle of a football field in
Leesburg.

His face showed the weathering of a hundred years on him, but his eyes
showed tremendous fire within him.

"Enlarge and enhance," he commanded with a wheeze of air through his
lungs.

The image focused on a blond-haired woman dressed in a familiar blue and
red outfit.

"It’s her.." he wheezed.  "She’s back.."

He began to feel a longing in his groin that he hadn’t felt in years.
It was a longing that no woman, not even his late wives, could satisfy
completely.  Only she could.

"My.. little.. super.. slut.."

Part 3.

Bruce Wayne stared over the images his wife was asked to investigate.
They were of Supergirl being raped by what appeared to be Lex Luthor.
There were also several video clips of her screaming in agony and sound
clips of her climaxing involuntarily.

Barbara was good investigator, almost as good as he was.  As Oracle she
knew her way around the Internet as though she invented it.  And she was
able to trace the source of the illegal files back to an Internet
account of an Interpol agent who died twenty years ago.  It was a
typical ghost setup for anyone who needed to remain anonymous online.
The question was, who’s the ghost?

He wanted to tell Barbara the truth - that he KNEW the images were
real.  It DID happen.  But how could he tell her, much less Supergirl?
It had happened so long ago, and he thought all evidence of it was
destroyed.. except…

He got out of the chair, the metal exoskeleton clicking as he did.  He
cursed at his sixty-year body and all the abuse he sustained as Batman.
Decades of fighting crime, not to mention having his back broken by
Bane, took their toll on him now.  His exoskeleton gave him mobility and
strength, but it took away his speed, not to mention stealth.  Anyone
could hear him approach from a distance.

Much like Barbara, he wasn’t taking forced retirement easily.

The service elevator moved ever so slowly to him.  Alfred once said that
it was the fastest elevator he ever rode on.  But Alfred never raced
down the stairs like he did when he was younger.

The cave..   Aside from all the Batman memorabilia and the workshop
where he worked on his automated Bat-sentinels, it was empty.  Most of
the computers were transported upstairs so Barbara could use them as
Oracle.  She never could stand the Cave.  Rows of the ten-foot flying
automatons stood dormant, their batteries recharging for their nightly
patrols of Gotham City.

In the back side of the lab was a hidden panel disguised to look just
like part of a cave wall.  Upon opening the panel, he placed his palm on
the plate.  The sensors hummed in recognition, then the whole cave wall
opened up to reveal Batman’s secret vault.

The vault was initially built to house one thing - the kryptonite ring
Superman gave him.  But eventually other devices needed to be stored
that nobody would ever get their hands on.  Besides the lead-lined box
housing the only material capable of killing Superman, there was the
only copy of the Venom formula used to give Bane his super-strength, a
vial of the Joker’s lethal poison designed to kill himself (supposed to
be the "ultimate joke"), Two-Face’s lucky coin - which without it kept
Harvey Dent a sane man, and Poison Ivy’s "Poison Passion" flower
designed to kill all humans on the face of the earth.  Other devices
such as special guns and certain "doomsday" triggers he collected over
the years were held in drawers.

He opened up one of the drawers.  The video tape was still there, sealed
in the plastic container by his special security tape.  It was
undisturbed.

Something inside of him told him to rip open the seals - to let the
toxic acid eat into the tape and destroy it forever.  Let it be
destroyed like he should have done decades ago.  Instead he put the
container back into the drawer and closed up the vault again.

*****

Kara Danvers was in heaven!

"OH.. Oh God… yes!… UUNNGGHH!!!"

She was naked on Marcus’ bed, with Marcus on top of her.  His 10-inch
cock pumping in and out of her pussy like a jackhammer.

"Fuck me Marcus.. Uh.. Uhh… UNNGGH!!… YEAH!!"

She grabbed his back as he continued to pump harder and harder into
her.  She was vaguely aware that her fingernails were biting into his
skin.  But Marcus soon felt it..

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!"

The pain broke the moment as he backed out of her and sat on the other
side of the bed.  "Goddamn it!  That hurt!  What are you trying to do,
skin me alive?"

Kara lay there panting, still lost in her throws of orgasm, unable to
comprehend what she just did that sent her lover away from her.  "Wha..
What do you?"

"My back!  It’s like you sliced it open!"

He turned his back to her so she could see what she did.  There were ten
claw marks running down his back - claw marks where her fingernails
were.  They weren’t severe, but they did break the skin and were
bleeding.

"Shit!" she exclaimed as she shot out of the bed.  "I’ll get some
peroxide."

As she went into the bathroom, she wondered if it was such a good idea
to be here in the first place.  She did so in defiance of her mother’s
wishes.  She managed to sneak out with the Supergirl outfit underneath
her clothes, figuring that the transponder would mask her presence as
she flew to Echo City to be with her boyfriend.  But then she was keenly
aware she’s not like any human being anymore.

She was about to reach for the bottle of peroxide when she instead
reached for a pair of scissors.  She never had her hair cut before, but
it always seemed to be the same perfect length and thickness since she
was a child.  She pulled down a lock of hair and tried to cut it with
the scissors.  Nothing!  It was like trying to cut steel!

Hearing Marcus moan in pain again, she put the scissors back and got the
bottle of hydrogen peroxide and some cotton balls.

*****

Linda Danvers came home after teaching class.  "Kara?" she called out.

"Kara is not in the house," the computer replied.

"Damn," she muttered.  Where could she be?  The car was still in the
garage.  "House, is Kara in the backyard?"

"Negative.  Thermal sensors report no heat sources in the back yard."

In horror, she limped over to her bedroom.  "House, activate Matrix
program!"

But the secret terminal was already on, and the hidden closet containing
her Supergirl outfit was already open.  The cape and boots were still
there, but the rest of her outfit was gone!

"House, when did Kara activate the Matrix program?"

"Program initiated two hours ago."

She moved to the terminal.  "Activate tracer."

The computer followed the transponder sewn on her Supergirl outfit to an
apartment in Echo City.  Then it narrowed to the bedroom of that
apartment, then just beside the bed of that apartment.

Suddenly the screen went blank.

"There is a jamming unit active in the area," the computer said.

Linda’s eyes widened in horror.  Who would be using a jamming device?
Except..

*****

The door to the bedroom exploded open, caching the two naked lovers in
their embrace.

Three men in identical business suits appeared, Mach-10 rifles pointed
right at them.  One of them had a pair of cyber-goggles on.

"What do you want?" Marcus said as he tried to shield himself in front
of Kara’s nude body.

The man with the goggles pointed at the clump of clothing beside the
bed.  "There," he said.

Kara’s eyes widened.  They’re after the costume, she said to herself.
They want Supergirl!

"You’re coming with us," said one of the suits.  "Now!"

Marcus, knowing these weren’t cops, lunged at the suits.  "Kara, RUN!"

But his attack was cut short as the men fired their weapons, the bullets
passing through the naked man like butter.  Kara could only scream as
the man she loved was turned into Swiss cheese by the firepower, and as
the bullets bounced off her invulnerable body.

The dead body of Marcus was flung back onto the bed.  Kara trembled.

"You’re coming with us now!" repeated the second suit.

Fear turned to rage as Kara remembered that the weapons had no effect on
her.  They couldn’t hurt her, but she could hurt them!  She let the rage
build up inside her.  Her body began to take on a bright glow, that the
first suit could detect through his goggles.

"Holy shit.." he mumbled.

"YOU BASTARDS!" she screamed as she let all of her rage out.

The room went white.

When Kara opened up her eyes again, the room was black.  Everything in
the room was obliterated.  The bed, the dresser, the three suits, even
Marcus’ corpse were all piles of ash.  The windows were gone, and even
the back wall where Kara had leaned against was blasted, exposing her to
the open air.

She felt drained.  Everyone was dead.  Everyone except her.  Then she
noticed the patch of color just a foot away from her.  It was her
mother’s costume.  It had survived the blast.  She quickly got dressed
in it and flew back home at blinding speed before the authorities could
arrive.

*****

Much to Linda’s credit, she didn’t say a word when she found Kara in the
backyard wearing nothing but the Supergirl outfit sans boots and cape.
The young girl didn’t even close up the outfit in the back. Linda simply
embraced the sobbing girl and ushered her into the house, where the
outfit joined the boots and cape in the lead-lined secret closet.

Then she placed a call to Oracle to see if she could help find who it
was who was looking for Supergirl, and who would be willing to kill
anyone to get at her.  Oracle said she’d look into it.

Hours later, Kara was still shaky, but was able to recount the events to
her mother.  She sat on the sofa in her white robe sipping a cup of hot
tea.  "I.. I didn’t think anyone would know I borrowed the outfit," she
said between sniffles.

Linda took a sip of tea from her own cup.  "The transponder doesn’t mask
your presence," she said.  "It identifies you as Supergirl.  I had it so
I wouldn’t be shot down as hostile enemy twenty years ago.  So did all
the remaining other heroes."

"I don’t know if I want to be a hero anymore," Kara said after a long
pause.  "I thought, you know, how prime it would be to have these powers
and do all the stuff you used to do… but now that Marcus is.. is…"

Linda set down her cup and embraced her daughter again.

*****

Three days later, what was left of Marcus’ remains were put to rest.
The police had no clues as to what happened to him, or the identity of
the three assailants that were also vaporized.

For her part, Kara said nothing.  She wanted to tell the Echo City PD
everything, but then she realized that then she’d have to explain her
powers to them.  Instead, she kept quiet and played the shocked
girlfriend routine.

As they returned from the funeral, Linda noticed the entranceway light
flickering.  To most people, it would simply be an electrical short.
But Linda knew better.  The flickering light was actually a warning that
someone was trying to contact Supergirl.

Kara noticed the Linda’s concerned look.  "Mom?"

"Someone’s wanting to talk to Supergirl," she said softly.

"Maybe it’s Oracle," her daughter suggested, "with some more information
on who killed Marcus?"

But Linda said nothing.  Oracle would not have signaled the alarm unless
it was a crisis situation.  So either it was a crisis, or someone else
was trying to contact Supergirl.

"Activate Matrix program," she said as she entered the house.  By the
time the two of them reached her bedroom, the terminal was already
displaying the message intended for Supergirl.

"The message contains an auto-page," the house computer announced.

"View message," Linda said.  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kara
standing in the doorway.  She waived her daughter inside.

The image displayed a face view of a man in his late 20’s, with long
black hair slicked back into a ponytail that draped over his left
shoulder.

"Greetings Supergirl," the man said.  "My name is Max Apollo.  No doubt
you’ve heard of me."

"No doubt," Linda mumbled.

"I have certain information that might be on interest to you.  It’s
about the images that you’ve no doubt seen on the Internet.  Contact me
whenever you get this message if you’re interested."

Linda turned towards her daughter.  Kara shrugged.  "Activate auto-page
and use digital image," Linda ordered.

The moment later, Max Apollo’s smiling visage appeared on the screen.
"Supergirl," he said cheerfully, "I’m glad you decided to take up my
offer."

"You made no offer," Linda rebuked.  "You said you had some information
about those pictures on the Net.  I’m listening."

The businessman chuckled.  "No, no.  Face-to-face.  Here at the Apollo
Building."

Linda grimaced.  "That’s… impossible to do right now."  Then she felt
her daughter tug at her sleeve.  "Hold on… Audio Mute."  The screen
beeped to signal that the microphone was turned off.  "Yes?"

"Mom, let me go there for you.  He probably hasn’t seen Supergirl in his
life outside of what’s on the Net.  I can.."

"No," Linda said decisively.  "You’re not ready for that.  Besides, I
know this kind of guy.  He wouldn’t take the trouble to contact me if he
couldn’t tell the difference.  No, he wants Supergirl."  She frowned.
"Mute off…  I can’t be there, but I’d like to send a friend in my
place."

Max frowned.  "Very well," he said.  "Tell your friend to meet me
tomorrow at three."

Part 4.

The Apollo Building was the pinnacle of Echo City, much like the Lexcorp
Building was to Metropolis.  A clear indication to anyone that THIS was
the center of power for the city.  The one hundred-fifteen story blue
and black monolith of glass and steel housed banks, corporate offices,
government offices, three medical clinics, an investment firm, two
four-star restaurants, and the most powerful man in Echo City.

Max Apollo owned not only the building, but everything that made up the
building.  His money greased the wheels of industry.  From his penthouse
office suite, he could make or break a business before he had his first
cup of coffee.

The top three floors of the building were reserved exclusively for Max
Apollo.  He lived in the top two floors.  The third floor was for work.

Linda Danvers waited in the spacious outer room, watching as a hologram
of a blond secretary went through the motions of keeping things in
order.  In reality, however, everything was done automatically.
Computers answered the phones, scheduled appointments, and relayed
messages to its boss.  The hologram simply provided a pleasing face for
visitors and gave the impression that Maxwell Apollo was an extremely
busy man.

Then the ornate twin doors opened and the hologram looked up to see
Linda.  "Mister Apollo will see you now," it said.

Linda leaned on the cane to pick herself up off the couch.  "Thanks
C3PO," she said snidely as she hobbled her way past the doors.

The office took up a quarter of the whole building.  All glass, giving a
panoramic view of the city.  Two see-though aquariums ran parallel to
the center of the building, serving as guides to the ornate desk at the
end of the room.

Max Apollo got up from his desk to greet Linda halfway through the
room.  The young man was barely twenty-five and already was master of
one city.  His chiseled body was enhanced by the expensive Lance
business suit.

"Mrs. Holland, I presume," he said as he offered his hand.

"It’s Miss Danvers," she said politely as she shook his hand.  "Holland
was my ex-husband’s name.  You can call me Linda."

"Linda it is, then.  As long as we’re being informal, you can call me
Max."  He guided her to the end of the room, where a sofa was.  "I wish
I could have known Supergirl would have sent you to see me.  If I did, I
would have brought in a mobility chair.  I realize how painful it must
be for you to walk nowadays."

"I get along just fine on my own," she said.  "I have for years."

"Yes of course," he said with a condescending smile.  "Can I get you
anything?  Coffee?  Tea?  Spark?"

"I’m fine," Linda said as she sat down on the sofa.

"Very well," he said as he sat down in his chair.  "I assume Supergirl
is somewhere nearby, right?"

"Near enough," she said.  She knew that Kara was on the rooftop of a
neighboring building, dressed in the Supergirl outfit and a blond wig.
Linda fingered the panic button on her pager, knowing it would take but
one press to have Kara storm the room.  "What did you want to talk
about?"

"I wanted to apologize to her for what happened," he said.  "I found out
that she was in the city recently and that someone was looking for her.
Given what happened in the apartment over in South-side, I feel somewhat
responsible."

"Were your people responsible?" Linda asked.

He frowned.  "No, but I wanted her to know that I have spared no expense
to find out who was.  I don’t tolerate this sort of stuff in my city."

"I didn’t realize anyone can own a city," she said dryly.  She saw
shades of Lex Luthor in his mannerisms.

"A figure of speech," he replied.  "For the time being anyways."

Linda shifted her position as she changed the subject.  "You had also
said you knew something about those phony pictures on the Internet."

Max smiled.  "They’re not fakes.  My information is that it actually
happened."

Linda chucked.  "And how would you know?"

"I happen to know two people either witnessed the event or were there.
Both of them have a videotape of the whole thing.  One of them has been
posting the information over the Internet."

Linda leaned forward.  "Who?"

"I need some assurances that…"

"WHO?"

Linda slammed the cane on the ornate black table.  The sound echoed
through the room like thunder.

Max, startled by this sudden incident, shot up in his chair.  "Ah.. Miss
Danvers.. I.."

Linda was standing, fractured cane in her trembling hand.  "TELL ME!
WHO?"

The young billionaire didn’t say a word for few seconds, then in a weak
voice said "Batman."

Linda stepped back in shock.  "B-Batman?  N-no.. that’s impossible!"

Max stood up.  "My information is that Batman was one of the people that
was there."

Tears welled up in Linda’s eyes.  It couldn’t be, she screamed in her
mind.  It just couldn’t be!  Bruce Wayne was a friend of the Kents and
to her!

She hobbled out of the room as fast as her ancient body could take her.

"Miss Danvers?" Max called out.  "Linda?  What’s wrong?"

But she didn’t respond.  The tears stung her face as she hobbled past
the receptionist, and took the elevator to the rooftop of the ground
floor.  She clawed at the pager, pressing down on the call button as
hard as she could until she could feel her daughter swoop down and pick
her up.

Kara was concerned when she saw her mother stand there trembling at the
entranceway of the building.  "Mom?  Mom?  What happened?"

"Get me to the car!" Kara said.  "Right now!"

*****

Minutes later, Kara had landed in the woods just outside Echo City.
They had left their car in the local park so they wouldn’t have to worry
about being seen leaving their home with Kara dressed as Supergirl.

The minute Kara landed, Linda limped out of her daughters arms and began
to take her clothes off.

"Get out of that outfit, now!" she ordered as she pulled off her
pullover.

Kara was stunned.  What did her mother hear that would get her so fired
up?  She watched in amazement as she saw Linda strip down to her
underwear.

"Come on!" Linda said.  "Take it off, right now!"

Kara pulled the blond wig off her and began to pull the Supergirl outfit
off her shapely body.  She didn’t wear any underwear, since the outfit
was so tight on her as is.  She felt embarrassed as she stood there bare
naked in front of her mother as she handed the outfit to her.

"Mom, what did Max say?" she asked.

Linda took off her bra and panties, then slid into the outfit as though
it was second nature to her.  "Not now," she said as she secured the
closing on the top of her outfit and slid on the cape.

Linda sat down on the back of the car and slid off her braces before
sliding on the red boots.  She couldn’t feel any pain in her limbs
anymore.  The rage and anger she let build inside of her shut out any
other kind of sensation.

She let out a yell as she reached down into the part of her that she had
long shut away.  The part of her that she thought she retired years ago.

Kara watched in shock as she saw her mother change in front of her.
Linda’s frame grew into the outfit.  Her once-sagging breasts filled up
like balloons.  Her shriveled legs got larger and shapely.  And her gray
and brown hair grew longer and turned a bright shade of yellow.

Linda Danvers was gone.  It was Supergirl standing before Kara now.

"M-Mom?"

Supergirl turned to Kara.

"Put on my clothes and drive back home," she said.  "Don’t do anything
until I report back."

"Mom, what did he say?"

"Just do it!" Supergirl said as she took to the skies once again.

Kara watched in shock.  What did Max Apollo tell her?  Then she
remembered she was standing in the middle of the outdoors bare naked.
She slid on her mother’s pullover and slacks before fishing out the keys
to the car.

*****

"UUNNGGHHH!!!!" moaned Bruce Wayne.  "I.. can’t.."

"NO!" Barbara said.  "We’re… almost…. there!"

Bruce and Barbara moaned in pleasure and pain as she rode on top of
him.  More than anything in the world, Bruce wanted to be on top of her,
to fuck her the way he always wanted to since the two of them started
dating.  But the weight of the heavy exoskeleton he had to wear in order
for him to walk would crush Barbara’s fragile frame in the process.  The
first time they tried to have sex, he almost broke her hip.

So now, the only way they can screw is to have her on top.  Bruce had
installed gymnast rings over the bed that would allow her lower and
raise herself on top of him.  Bruce reached out and grabbed hold of her
C-cup breasts.

"OOOOHHH…" she moaned.  "Almost… there….!"

Just then, the bedroom doors exploded open.  Instinctively, Barbara
swung off her husband’s cock and into her waiting wheelchair.  Bruce
rolled off the bed, but not as graceful.

"HOW COULD YOU!?" the woman at the entranceway shrieked.

"Supergirl?" said Barbara

"You better have a good reason.." Bruce started to say.

"You’re the one who will have to explain!" she said.  "What the hell
happened to me?"

Barbara turned to her husband.  "Bruce?"

The once and former Batman grimaced.  "Come with me," he said as he
reached for his robe.

*****

Minutes later, they were in the cave.  Bruce Wayne handed Supergirl the
sealed videotape from the vault.  "I hoped to God I would never have to
show this to you," he said.  "It happened about twenty-five years ago,
just after your bit with the Titans."

"What happened?" she said.

"I got a call from Lois Lane saying that you were missing in some little
town called Sugar Creek.  You had spotted Lex Luthor there, when you
disappeared."

"I remember," the Maid of Might said.  "You told me that a protomatter
duplicate of me was disguised as Luthor, and it eventually trapped me
and wanted to extract some secret about Clark."

"There’s more to it than that," he said.  "You’ll have to see it."

*****

Hours later, Supergirl returned upstairs from the cave.  She was visibly
shaken and was clutching the tape in her hand.

Barbara rolled over to her.  "Supergirl?"

Tears were still streaming down Supergirl’s eyes.  "How could you?" she
said shakily.

Bruce said nothing.

"That… that… THING… raped me!  Humiliated me!  Degraded me to some
slut!  And you said NOTHING???"

Barbara rolled back in shock and horror.

Bruce Wayne simply stood there, his dark eyes remaining shut in shame.

"What would you have me say?" he finally said.

"YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME!" she shouted.

The millionaire sighed.  "If I told you, you would have told Clark.  The
two of you would have stopped at nothing to kill Luthor for creating a
monster like X."

"YOU COULD HAVE STOPPED HIM!"

"By the time I got to the room and unlocked the door you had already
fucked X to death," he replied evenly.

Supergirl threw the tape on the floor.  The cassette cracked open and
the tape spilled out.  With a telekinetic bust, the cassette was
shattered into dust.

"You still had no right to remove my memories of it!" she said with
venom.

"I had every right to," he said.

The girl of steel snapped.  Enraged, she charged at Wayne.  But Bruce
Wayne was still skilled enough to side-step and give a
mechanically-assisted ridge-hand chop to her solar plexus.  Supergirl
crumbled to the ground, gasping for air and sobbing like a child.

"If I left the memories in, it would have scarred you for life," he
said.  "You would have been darker, more menacing than you had ever been
in your life.  Nobody deserves that kind of pain."  He turned to face
Barbara, who was also weeping in her wheelchair.  "Nobody."

He turned back to Supergirl, who was still crumpled on the floor.  "My
only regret is that you found out," he said.  "For that, I’m sorry."

As he left the room, he turned back to his wife.  Barbara Wayne ignored
her husband and rolled over to comfort the weeping blond lying on the
floor.

*****

Kara awoke at two in the morning to the sound of the house announcing
that Supergirl had returned.  She threw on a robe over her naked body
and started walking towards her mother’s bedroom.  But it was still
empty.

After a quick search, she found the young-looking blond crouched down on
the base of the sofa, trembling.

"Mom?" she said.

But Supergirl said nothing.  She simply trembled as she looked at the
empty fireplace.

"Mom?  Are you OK?  Speak to me, please?"

But Supergirl still said nothing.  She didn’t cry or whimper.  She
simply said nothing as she sat there trembling on the floor.

Kara held her mother tight, and before long, both of them were asleep.

*****

The next morning, it was Supergirl who paid a visit to Max Apollo.  The
millionaire playboy smiled his devilish smile as he greeted her on the
deck of her rooftop penthouse.

"Supergirl, this is an honor.  I can’t imaging how you’ve been able to
stay so young all these years.  It’s as if you’ve been in stasis for
twenty.."

"Where is he?" she said.

"Where is who?"

"Luthor!"

Apollo backed away.  "Luthor?  He’s dead.  Been dead for years."

"No he isn’t!" she spat out.  "You told m.. my.. friend Linda that only
TWO people had access to that tape!  One was Batman.  The only other
person HAD to have been Luthor.  Now WHERE IS HE?"

Just then a white-haired beauty walked onto the terrace.  She was young,
with a firm body dressed in a yellow and red bodysuit that cut down just
past her navel.  "This bitch giving you trouble?"

"Back away little girl," Supergirl said while keeping her eyes locked on
Apollo.  "Before I show you what trouble really is!"

Apollo looked at both women.  "No, Flare.  It’s all right.  Supergirl
and I are only… settling some differences."

Flare didn’t say anything.  Nor did she budge from where she stood.  She
simply put her hands to her hips and waited for what could happen next.

Max Apollo gestured to the sofa.  "Can I get you something to drink?" he
offered.

"The only thing you can give me right now is the location of Lex
Luthor," Supergirl replied.  "That’s all I want from you."

He extended his arms.  "That’s it?"

Supergirl gritted her teeth.  "That’s.. all."

"Fine.  You’ll find him on Island L.  It’s the last remaining Florida
Key still above water."

Supergirl turned to face Flare briefly, then turned back to Apollo.
"You had best be telling the truth," she said before taking off.

Flare moved up to her employer.  "Are you OK Max?" she asked.  "I
couldn’t help but be concerned when.."

"Shut up!" he said.

Flare stepped back slightly.  "Okayyyy…"

"Wait."

Flare smiled.  "Yes, boss?"

Apollo turned to her.  "I might have a job for you.  But first I have to
know if you have what it takes.  Do you?"

She pulled apart the opening of her outfit, exposing her breasts to the
open air.  "Oh, I dunno.. what do you think?"

"I think I need more information."

She pulled off the rest of her outfit so that all she was wearing was a
pair of lace thong panties.  "What about now, boss?"

Max Apollo walked up to her and ran a hand across her cheek.  "I think
this is just the start of the interview."

They kissed like lovers.  But Flare knew better than to think of him as
a lover.  He loved her as much as he loved his holographic assistants.
She was just his PR heroine, a slut with super-powers who made his
empire look good.  He used her, and in return she used him for publicity
and a fat retirement account.

Max broke their embrace and spun her around so she was leaning
face-first against the faux-Greek column.  He crudely pulled her panties
down past her ass and pulled out his cock.  Flair had enough sense to
spread her legs apart just as he shoved his cock into her from behind.

"AAAAA!!" she squealed.  "Jesus Max!"

But she knew better than to expect an answer from him at this point.  He
just needed to fuck someone.  Supergirl intimidated him, and he doesn’t
allow that kind of thing to happen, at least not without a way to vent
his frustration.

She grunted with each thrust, thinking about all the perks of being an
Apollo-sanctioned heroine.  Publicity… appearances… bonuses… travel
expenses… action figures… Internet games… collectors cards… insurance
with plastic surgery and dental plan… her own idol-worship channel
online… a seven-digit pension when she turns thirty-five…

But as it always was, he was too big to shut out completely.  Just
thinking about her perks made her peak.

"OH GOD!!!!!   MAAAAAAAXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!"

Max Apollo shuddered as he felt himself release inside Flare.  The pulse
of sperm shot inside Flare’s pussy, causing her to shake.  Her fingers
gripped the column, digging into the marble.

Max paused for a moment, then pulled himself out of Flare.  "Thank you
Flare," he said as he readjusted his clothing.  "I knew I could always
count on you."

Flare panted against the column.  "Thank.. you… sir…"

"Once you clean yourself up, I want you to go to Island L.  No doubt
Supergirl would be trashing the island looking for Luthor."

Flare pulled her panties up.  "Do you want me to come to his rescue?"

"No.  Luthor is archive.  He belongs with Superman and all the artifacts
of the 20th Century.  But he should still have all his information about
Supergirl.  Information that I might need.  I want you to get it for
me."

She scooped up her outfit off the floor.  "I’ll probably need some
cyber-suits to.."

"No.  After their fiasco a few days ago, I don’t want any of them near
Supergirl.  If she saw them working for somebody besides Luthor, she’ll
know I lied to her and to her friend.  Bring your cyber-goggles and a
hacker package, and make sure I’m apprised of everything you do."  He
gave her a forceful kiss.  "Smile, my dear.  Just think, you’ll get to
see Supergirl’s pretty ass kicked."

For once in her life, something besides money brought a smile to Flare’s
face.

Part 4.

Island L was one of the last of the Florida Keys still above water.
Kept afloat with the finest Lexcorp materials, this island which was
once all coral and crushed conch shell was now a mixture of imported
sand, clay, concrete, and various floatation devices that always kept
the island above sea level.  A pleasure island for the most dangerous
millionaire in the world - Leena Luthor.

As daughter to Lex Luthor, Leena was every bit as ruthless as her
father.  Her ambitions were cleverly masked by the beauty that was the
only real gift from her late mother.  What she wanted, she got.  Almost,
that is.

Supergirl hovered over the island with disgust.  She helped the Justice
League destroy Leena’s last plan to destroy the world.  She swore to
herself then that she would never return to the island after what she
endured at the hands of the late terrorist.  And here she was again, now
going after the man who started it all.

Part of her wanted to contact Oracle, maybe even contact Superman.  But
it was too late now.  She saw the telltale puffs of smoke coming from
the island’s defenses.  Surface-to-air missiles.  Not powerful to take
her down, but certainly enough to delay her and allow Luthor to escape.

"Not this time Lex," she said with venom.

She charged at full speed, her TK shield intercepting all missiles that
came near her.  The explosions thundered across the skies as she rocked
down to the surface.  The hunter/killer missiles that weren’t destroyed
followed Supergirl through the maze of defensive systems, finishing off
the rocket launchers and laser cannons she plowed through.  Within
minutes, every launcher on the island was destroyed.

With the defenses gone, Supergirl headed straight for the L-shaped glass
complex that served as the command center.  She remembered from her last
encounter fifteen years ago that Leena enjoyed the view of the island
from the apex of the building.

Supergirl burst into the room like an avenging angel.  Glass shattering
through the room, her cape and skirt swirling in tropical breeze.

But nobody was there.

"LUTHOR!" she shouted in the empty room.  She shivered in remembering
the last time this happened.  It nearly resulted in the destruction of
Metropolis.

Without waiting for any kind of response, she kicked her way through the
floor.  The next room was also empty.

"I can do this for as long as it takes, Luthor!" she shouted.

On the third floor down, however, she finally encountered resistance.
Luthor’s robotic guards!  Twin monoliths of promethium and titanium.

"Fine," she said with a smirk.  "Be that way!"

Thirty seconds later, both robots were nothing more than scrap.

As if by magic, the far wall parted.  Supergirl readied herself for
anything that she could encounter.

"Well…. done… my dear!"

An old man was wheeled out in an oversized chair.  His withered arms
were lined with intravenous tubes, pumping chemicals into his system to
keep him alive.  Tubes ran through his throat, providing him with air
and nutrition.  But the ruthless determination in his eyes were
unmistakable, as was his bald head.

"Luthor!" she exclaimed.

"You.. remember.. I.. am.. touched."  His voice was strained.
Artificial.  "But now… what.. brings.. you.. to.. my heaven?"

"Murder and mayhem, for one thing," she replied.  "You’re still wanted
for trying to destroy Metropolis again!"

Luthor smiled.  "But.. the.. world.. thinks me… dead.  How.. can.. I
be.. wanted.. for such.. a crime?"

"Not everyone bought into your fake death, Luthor.  Or else I wouldn’t
be here to begin with."

"True.. but you.. wouldn’t.. be.. here.. unless I… wanted.. you.. here!"

Her eyes narrowed.  "You admit to sending those pictures?"

"Of.. course.."

Supergirl’s eyes turned red with fire.  "How did you know..?"

Behind her came a voice so terrifyingly familiar it nearly made her
jump.  "I told him, of course!"

Her eyes went wide.  "Oh.. no!"

She wheeled around to see the blond-haired man she remembered from her
nightmares.  The same man she saw on the videotape from twenty-five
years ago. The man who raped and humiliated her.  X Luthor!

"No.. you’re dead!" she shrieked.

"Now what a careless thing to say, my little super-slut" he said with a
sinister grin.  "I would have thought you would have remembered me and
my huge friend.  He certainly misses your warm pussy!"

Supergirl backed into the wall.  "No.. this is a trick.. you’re dead!
Batman said you were killed by the orgasmatron!  There was nothing
except.."

"Except a puddle on the floor?" X said.  "Did you expect a shape shifter
to die like that?"

Supergirl couldn’t say a word.  Her mind was choked on a torrent of
memories that were for so long repressed.  He was supposed to be dead!
Batman said he was dead!  Even Clark said he saw nothing but a puddle!

"What’s.. the.. matter.. Supergirl?" taunted Luthor.  "Cat.. got..
your.. tongue?"

"Or better yet, maybe she’s aching for THIS!"

Supergirl’s eyes were transfixed on X unzipping his fly and pulling out
a huge penis.  The phallus wasn’t even erect, and it was already
fourteen inches long.

"Yes.. I think.. she.. needs.. a refresher…"

Like a panicked child, Supergirl began to back away from the duo.  She
had to get away.  To escape from the madness.  Come back with Superman,
Green Lantern, Diana.. raze the island the way she should have years
ago.

"Right where we wanted you to be!" X said.  Then he snapped his fingers.

A surge of energy came up from the ground underneath Supergirl’s feet.
A powerful surge of pleasure exploded through her body.  Sensations that
were so etched in body that she instantly recognized them from the
orgasmatron.  But this was pure, raw, and more powerful than she ever
remembered them to be.  She felt her chest heave in and out in gulps of
air.  Her skin felt like it was on fire.  Every nerve sang to her in
both pleasure and pain.

She barely let loose a gasp of orgasmic pleasure when her universe
collapsed from her….

*****

Kara paced across the floor of the kitchen.  She looked at the door into
her mother’s bedroom, hoping for any kind of signal.

"Any signal?"

"Nothing," came the automated reply.

Kara picked up the cup of coffee she had poured almost an hour ago.  It
was cold.  ‘Ugh!  I can’t drink this cold!’ she thought to herself.  She
had spent so much time worrying about her mother since she woke up that
morning that she didn’t even bother drinking her usual cup of coffee.

She headed over to the microwave to reheat the cup when suddenly she
noticed that the coffee was boiling.  More than just boiling, the cup
was burning in her hands!

She quickly tossed the cup into the sink out of reflex.  The impact made
the cup shatter in the sink.  Steam from the boiling coffee rose up from
the basin.

She looked down at her hands.  They weren’t burnt.  Nor did they
generate any heat that she could feel.  And yet, just by touch, she
generated heat that would boil coffee in microseconds!

Just then she heard noise from Linda’s bedroom.

"There is a page for Supergirl," the house computer announced.

She raced over into the bedroom at super-speed, vaguely aware that the
air friction had pulled open her robe.  "Identify the signal," she
ordered.

"Signal identity confirmed as Oracle."

She sighed.  It wasn’t her mother.  "Open the channel."

An older woman was seen on the display.  She had red hair mixed
liberally with white, and wore wire-rimmed glasses.  "Who are you?" she
demanded.  "You’re not Supergirl!"

Kara cursed to herself as she pulled the robe closed.  ‘Damn!  I should
have told the computer to put up a holographic pic of Supergirl!’
"I’m.. uh.. a student.  Supergirl has been training me to take her
place."

"Well.. ‘student’.. I need to talk to Supergirl.  Where is she?"

"I wish I knew," Kara said with a sigh.  "I was hoping you would know."

"You mean you didn’t activate the transponder?"

Kara’s eyes widened.  "You mean you can do that?"

Oracle closed her eyes.  "Yes, yes.. I designed the console you’re
using, so I know it can be done.  Anyone with the right authorization
can track down Supergirl’s transponder."

"Can you do it for me?" Kara said sheepishly.  "I’m still sort of new at
this.."

Oracle sighed.  "Very well.  There.  I’ve locked on to her transponder
signal.  Give me a second for the satellites to triangulate her
location…  Got it!  She’s south of Florida at.. Oh my god!  Island L!"

"What’s Island L?"

"Island L is where Supergirl and the Justice League stopped Leena Luthor
from destroying the world," Oracle replied.  "It’s just south of the
Florida coast.  About the only person she could go after is.. Lex
Luthor!"

"Luthor?  But I thought he was dead?"

"That’s what I thought until now.  Listen.  I tracked those porn images
Supergirl wanted traced.  I had to hack through seven intelligence
servers before I found out who the author was - Max Apollo!"

Kara’s eyes widened.  "APOLLO?  But he.. he said that.. he..  OOOO!  He
LIED!"

"Well he’s not the first one.  But listen, if Max Apollo was fronting
for Luthor, then Supergirl is in big trouble!  You need to get over
there and.."

Kara stammered.  "ME?  But.. I’m.. I’m not ready!  I don’t have a
costume.. I don’t even have a superhero name!  I can’t just fly out
there and.."

"Listen to me," Oracle said firmly.  "You can put on some leotards and
call yourself Superbabe for all I care!  All I know is Supergirl is my
friend, and I know she’s in trouble.  And if I could, I’d be out of this
wheelchair and halfway to Florida in a heartbeat!  But I can’t.  Someone
has to, and that leaves you!"

Empowered by Oracle’s statement, Kara nodded.  "Ok.. I’ll go.  But can’t
you send Superman or some other hero to help?"

"The Justice Patrol is on the other side of the planet," Oracle said.
"Big earthquake in China.  The other heroes are just corporate PR
flunkies.  Now unless you’re going to be just another airhead with a
metagene, I suggest you get your pretty ass to Florida and help out
Supergirl!"

The line went dead.

"Oracle has transmitted the coordinates of your mother’s transponder,"
the house computer said.  "Do you want me to put them on a digital map
for you?"

"Yes," Kara said as she looked down at her body and at her hands.
"House, is there a spare Supergirl costume?"

"Negative," came the reply.  "Although there are extra boots and capes
available,  there is no complete Supergirl outfit available."

"Damn," she muttered.  "I was hoping that mom would have an extra
costume available."

"There are the alternative outfits," the house suggested.

"What alternate outfits?"

The secret compartment containing the Supergirl outfit was pushed aside
to reveal a whole collection of other blue-and-red outfits.  "While only
one Supergirl outfit remains, there have been other alternate designs."

Kara pulled off the first outfit.  It was an all-blue pantsuit with
bell-bottom cuffs and a red belt.

"Bellbottoms?  UGH!  How 20th!"

The second outfit wasn’t any better.  Red shorts with a blue v-neck
blouse and a red headband.

"Even worse than the other one!" she said with a shriveled nose.  "How
could she even THINK of wearing this stuff!"

The third was a red-and-blue bodysuit, reminiscent to the energy
containment suit she remembered reading that the original Superman had
to wear for a year.  It resembled something from an old unisex clothing
store she once saw in Echo City.

"Forget it!  Way to confining for me!"

Then she saw the last outfit hanging up.  A one-piece design that
immediately appealed to her.

"Perfect!" she exclaimed.  "Why didn’t mom wear this one?"

"That outfit was designed by Mister Holland," the house said.  "Before
you were born."

She looked at it again.  "Daddy designed it?  Hmm.. no wonder why mom
didn’t want to wear it.  Still, it’s better than flying down there in a
bathrobe."

*****

The Apollo super-sonic jet rocketed over the Florida coastline.  The
sleek jet was custom-built for the transportation of one person -
Flare.  The white-haired beauty used the jet for many a covert operation
before.  She checked her equipment, then sealed them into the
water-proof pouch before zipping up the black wetsuit she wore.

One mile away from Island L, the doors opened, and a lone figure dropped
like a rock for one hundred feet into the Atlantic Ocean.  The jet
turned back to Miami, where the pilot would wait for further
instructions.  Flare hit the water hard, but was uninjured.  She made
sure that her equipment pouch was still sealed, then began the mile-long
swim to the island.

*****

The outfit seemed to fit Kara like a glove.  It really wasn’t any
different from the swimsuits and workout clothes she had worn before.  A
one-piece outfit with red bottoms and a blue top separated by a
horizontal yellow stripe.  The only hard part was figuring out how to
close the two sides of her front with the gold chains with a yellow
insignia inside a ruby red triangle.  The insignia was S-shaped, but it
resembled more of a bolt of lightning than a letter.

Once dressed, she slid on the red boots.  They felt tight on her, but
within seconds, they felt like second skin on her.  Then she slid on the
plain red cape across her shoulders and hooked them to the Velcro tabs
just underneath the front of her outfit.  Then she added the new
equipment.  A wrist-held personal computer with a geo-positioning device
attuned to her mother’s transponder signal.  That, combined with the
ear-mounted communicator linked to the house computer, would give her
all the information needed to find her mother.

She admired herself in the full-length mirror.  Certainly as beautiful
as her mother was as Supergirl.  The outfit hugged her breasts, and was
cut in front just below the navel.  The boots felt more comfortable than
if she wore socks.  And she felt quite comfortable in the red cape.

"Well," she said to herself, "I certainly look like a Superbabe!"  Then
she caught herself.  Super.. BABE?  How cheap!  But then she took
another look in the mirror.  "Hmm… Maybe Superbabe is the right way to
go.. at least for now.  I mean, how long has mom used the name
Supergirl?  And she’s in her fifties!"  She let out a chuckle.  "Ok,
Superbabe it is!"

Then she turned back to the computer display of Island L.  "Lex Luthor,
you’re in trouble now!"

*****

Supergirl awoke, hesitant to open her eyes and once again see the
nightmare standing before her.

"I.. know.. you’re.. awake.." Luthor said with his strained artificial
voice.

She opened her eyes, if anything to get a bearing on her surroundings.
>From all indications, she was shackled to some sort of examining table.
Her arms were extended over her head, and her legs were spread wide.
Yet despite all of her ability, she couldn’t free herself.

The rest of the room was a laboratory, complete with scientists setting
up wires on some covered up enclosure.  Then, in the far corner of the
room, X Luthor stood with a smug look on his ever youthful face.

"Good morning, super-slut," X said.

"It’s Super-GIRL" she said defiantly.  "And I know now that you’re NOT X
Luthor!"

Lex raised an eyebrow.  "What.. makes.. you.. say.. that?"

"Simple.  I can’t move from this table.  We both know I’m not vulnerable
to kryptonite because I’m not a kryptonian.  We also know that even if
this table was comprised of promethium, I’d still be able to destroy it
in seconds by telekinesis alone.  That leaves magic.  And X Luthor was
never into magic.  But Demonica is!"

X faltered.  "I.. I don’t know what.."

Luthor turned to X.  "She’s.. right… You.. can.. stop the.. charade… my
dear."

The figure that was once "X Luthor" quickly morphed into a scarred woman
in her fifties, with long and stringy salt-and-pepper hair.  The
business suit was morphed into a tattered black dress.

"Damn you, Super-bitch!" Demonica hissed.

Supergirl breathed a sigh of relief once she realized that her theory
was right, and that monster X Luthor was still dead.  She didn’t want to
reveal the real reason how she knew she was being restrained by magic.
The last time, according to the video tape, X had implanted a device in
her body that gave him full control over her body’s cellular structure.
But that was thirty years ago, when she was just a protomatter life
form.  Before she became a real human woman.  There was no way anyone
could implant another device like that in her body again.

"So what is this about?" asked the Maid of Might.  "Vengeance for thirty
years ago?"

"No.." the millionaire invalid said.  "This.. is.. about.. restoring.. a
legacy."

As Luthor spoke, Demonica pulled back the cover over the enclosure, and
tilted the table up so Supergirl could see the contents.

"Leena.." Supergirl muttered in recognition.

But it wasn’t the same Leena that Supergirl and the other members of the
Justice League fought all those years ago.  That was a vibrant and
beautiful woman.  What faced the Girl of Might now was a shriveled shell
of her former self, weakened by injury and years in stasis.  Age was not
graceful on the daughter of Lex Luthor either.  Although she still had
her long red hair, it showed signs of graying in the places that weren’t
thinning out.  Her only clothes, a white nightgown, was thin, and could
barely conceal the fact that Leena was almost a skeleton.

"My… daughter.. lives," said Luthor.  "If.. you.. can.. call.. it..
such.  No. thanks.. to you.  But now.. thanks.. to you… she will..
live.. again."

"What do you …?"

A device that resembled a hollowed jet engine rose from the floor in
between Supergirl and Leena.  It had glass tubes and crystals in the
middle, and a camera-like lens at both ends.

"The spell is one of transfusion," Demonica explained.  "What you have,
you will give to Leena.  Your powers, your youth, your.. very life
essence.  They will all be drained from you and given to Leena."

Then the witch gave a sinister smile.  "And the best part about it is
that you’ll love every minute of it!"

Supergirl didn’t know what Demonica meant by that, then she heard a door
opening between her feet.  Looking down past her full breasts, she could
see a silver device rise from the opening.  She gasped when she realized
what the device was - a dildo!

"You must be kidding!" she exclaimed.  "You plan on raping me?"

"Merely a means to the end," Demonica replied.  Then she began to chant.

Supergirl felt tightness all over her body.  Her chest felt tight,
making it hard for her to breathe.  The she felt the tightness extend to
her arms, and to her abdomen, and to her hips, and between her legs.

She looked down again at her body.  Her first thought was that her
breasts were growing.  But they weren’t.  When she felt the sleeves of
her top slide up her forearms, she realized that her outfit was
shrinking!

"UUNNGGHHH!!" she grunted.  "What.. are .. you doing to me?"

"What’s wrong, super-slut?" said the witch.  "Your outfit a little too
TIGHT for you?"

Powerless and restrained, Supergirl could only endure the agony of
having her very clothes smother her body.  The fibers that made up her
outfit were made to endure a lot of abuse, but nobody expected to have
her outfit shrink at a phenomenal rate.  Her feet were sore, and she
found the pain in her ribs and between her legs were too intense to
bear.

In frustration, the Girl of Might thrashed about, trying in vain to free
herself of the restraints.  But she realized only afterwards that it
only hastened the agony of her shrinking clothes crushing her now
powerless body.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"  Supergirl’s scream echoed
through the room.

It started with her sleeves.  Then with her boots.  Then she felt it
between her legs and between her ass cheeks.  The sudden and
unmistakable feeling of clothing fraying, tearing, and the rush of air
on newly-exposed skin.

Suddenly, there was a giant ripping sound.  Supergirl’s blue and red
outfit tore from the neckline down, ripping past her ripe breasts, down
past her tight stomach and pert navel, through the red skirt that kept
some modicum of modesty to her pubic region.

Like a sideshow magician’s trick, the clothes pulled back from her body,
exposing her naked body.  The Girl of Steel could only cry as she
realized the depths of her humiliation.  She had come out of retirement
only to face her deepest and darkest fears.

Demonica reached behind Supergirl’s shackled body and extracted a pile
of scraps no bigger than a Barbie doll dress.  That was all that was
left of Supergirl’s outfit, shrunken and shredded.

Then Supergirl heard the machinery between her legs.  Her eyes went wide
as she strained to see the dildo rise towards her pussy.

"Lex, please, don’t do this!" she pleaded.  "I loved you once!  Is there
any shred of the man I loved still within you?"

Lex Luthor gave Supergirl a cold stare.  His words were equally cold.
"No.. my dear.. I.. have.. never.. loved.. you.  There is.. only one..
girl.. I.. have.. truly.. loved.. and.. you.. will.. bring her.. back..
to.. me!"

Demonica explained as she took hold of the dildo.  "The only way I can
bring Leena back to life is to take the life of someone else.  The
device in front of you will drain your body of life force, a bit at a
time, and give it to Leena."  She rubbed her hand across Supergirl’s
thighs.

"Why rape me?  Why not just kill me now and get it over with?"

"It doesn’t work like that," the witch replied as she caressed her
prisoner’s stomach.  "Taking it all at once will be too much for Leena.
It’ll destroy her body.  So it has to be in small doses.  And they say
that the orgasm IS the little death…."

Supergirl squirmed even harder as she tried to prevent what would be
inevitable.  She grunted, squirmed, and struggled in a near panic
state.  She’d been violated mentally over the years, and only recently
did she learn she was also violated physically.  Now she was going to be
violated again.

The small silver torpedo paused just inches from her pussy.  When she
didn’t hear the machines whirl, she looked up to see Luthor holding a
control box in his shriveled arm.

"For… Leena…"

Then he pressed a button.

The dildo shot straight up into Supergirl’s vulnerable pussy.  She cried
out in shock, shame, and anger.  He did it!  The bastard raped her!

The machines whirled again, this time moving the device up and down, in
and out of her pussy.  She cried out as she felt the silver dildo move
inside her.

"OH GOD!  PLEASE STOP THIS!  AAAAAHHH!  IT HURTS!!!!  PLEASE!!!!!!"

Demonica laughed at the sight of her moral enemy being raped.  Even when
she was a novice witch and Luthor’s escort, she was always compared to
Supergirl.  When Luthor fucked her, she would almost hear him call her
his "little super-slut."  Now, the real slut was being fucked in just
the way she wanted it to happen.

Chapter 5

Kara flew over the coast of Florida.  The wind swirled her cape and her
long brown hair behind her.  She tried to rely on the audio guidance of
the portable computer link, but she quickly discovered that flying
faster than sound made audio directions moot.  But it didn’t matter to
her.  All she had to do was fly due south along the coastline until she
ran out of coast.

The remnants of Miami flew past her at a blur.  The city was once
beautiful, but riots by extremists and the lack of funding from Lexcorp
drove the city to its eventual destruction, just like it did to
Metropolis and a dozen other cities.

Then she ran out of coastline… and five seconds later, she felt herself
lost.

She had thought Island L would be just off the coast, just like it was
on the maps.  But seeing something on a map and seeing it at a thousand
feet in the air were two different things.  She was truly lost.

Just then, she heard a beeping sound from her portable.  She flipped the
viewscreen on.

"You’re lost, aren’t you?" said Oracle.

Kara was stunned.  "How did..?"

"DUH!  Don’t think you can’t copy the transponder signal and not have
someone like me know about it!  You’re… what?  A thousand feet above the
surface?  Do me a favor and drop down a few hundred feet."

Kara complied, dropping herself down closer to the ocean surface.

"Now look down."

She did, seeing a submerged stretch of road.

"I see some road under the water," she said.

"That’s US 1 - the only road that connected the Keys together before
they were submerged.  Get the picture?"

Kara nodded.  "So all I have to do is follow the highway…"

Oracle smiled.  "You’re learning.  Now get going!"

*****

Flare made it to the island’s main complex.  She would have been there
earlier, but she wanted to check out the much-vaunted sex coves, where
stories of wild, wanton sex were rampant over the Internet.  But the
buildings were empty.  The only signs of life were in the main complex.

Two guards waited by the service opening.  They were wearing the old
green and red uniform of Lexcorp employees, and carried Mach-10 rifles.
After putting down her equipment and opening the top of her black
outfit, she walked out into the open.

The men were startled at first, seeing an intruder appear from the
bushes.  But then they realized that the intruder was female, and an
attractive one at that.

"Hi!" she said in a sultry voice.  "I got a little lost on my way to the
pleasure suites, and I was wondering.."

"Th-they’re supposed to be empty," said the first guard, who wasn’t
looking at her face, but rather down at her cleavage.

The other guard was just as distracted.  "Y-yeah… we’ll need to see your
clearance.."

She smiled.  "Okay, if you insist…"

Like lightning, Flare shot out a knife-edge chop at the first guard’s
throat, crushing his larynx and shattering two vertebrae.  He gurgled
once before he collapsed to the ground.  Before the second guard could
react, Flare had already grabbed his Mach-10 rife and pointed it at him.

"This is my clearance," she said, gesturing to the rife.  "Now it’s time
to see yours."

The guard blinked, then reached for his Lexcorp ID.  Flare snatched it,
then examined it.  "Harold Yoblowski, is it?  Well, Harold, I need to
see your OTHER clearance."

Harold didn’t know what to do.  He was only given one piece of
identification, which would be all he needed to have access to anywhere
on the island, and this woman held it in her hand.

"The clearance in your pants!" she said as she aimed the rifle at the
guy’s crotch.

Harold gulped, then shakily undid his pants.

"Come on, all of it!" she demanded.

Harold removed the rest of his uniform.  Flare watched with glee as the
guard was reduced to skin.  She marveled at his toned physique and his
generous package.

She licked her lips.  "Nice, almost good enough to eat… Now, step away
from your clothes.  Back by the rock."

He did, and she picked up the clothes with her free hand, throwing them
to the bushes where her equipment were.

"You’ve been such a good boy," she said playfully.  "If I had the time,
I’d show you some wonders.  But for now.."

She set the gun down and began to disrobe.  Harold gawked at the
intruder took off her black jumpsuit, exposing her bare breasts and
trimmed red pubic hair to him.  She walked up to him and knelt down in
front of his cock.

He looked down, expecting her to take his cock into her mouth.  Instead,
she simply held up a closed hand and opened it suddenly.  Blinding
lights came from her hand.  His world went white, then black.

*****

In a luxury penthouse, Mighty Dollar came out of his whirlpool bath.  He
reached for a towel to wrap around the waist of his mighty body.

"Two more schools," he mumbled.  "Bah!  I’m sick of those stupid kids
tugging at my cape and asking me if I’m like Superman!  I’m not like
that cheese-head simpleton!  If they want to put me in a school, why not
send me to a college so I can get some sorority pussy for my troubles?"

But he knew better than that.  The bank that hired him wanted him to be
an idol for kids, not to stuck-up college students who already know what
they were going to do with their lives.

He opened the door to his bedroom.  A beautiful redhead relaxed on the
huge waterbed.  He marveled at her unflawed naked body as it lay on the
bed.

"Life is good," he said to himself.  "Hey baby!  Too bad you didn’t join
me in there.  It was heaven!"

"Sorry," she said with a grin, "I don’t get paid to do that."

He was taken aback.  "Paid?  PAID?  What do you mean you get paid?  You
mean you’re a hooker?"

"No," she said as she reached behind her and pulled out a gun.  "I’m an
assassin."

Two muffled shots ended the life of Mighty Dollar.  The assassin smiled
as she picked up the phone.

"This is eighteen," she said as she reached for her clothes.  "Objective
neutralized."

*****

Supergirl screamed as she was brought to an orgasm.  She didn’t want to
climax, certainly not in the presence of Lex Luthor and Demonica.  But
the metallic dildo constantly pumping into her was too much even for her
to hold off.

A surge of yellow energy was seen shooting from between her
sweat-covered breasts and into the metallic device between her and the
stasis tube that contained Luthor’s daughter Leena.  The device glowed
as the various magical gems and artifacts took the life force.  On both
ends, the clear metal irises opened and a blue light poured out on
Supergirl’s body, and over the stasis tube.

Demonica smiled.  "Perfect," she said as she cupped a breast.  "The
spell has begun."

Lex Luthor gave a thin smile.  "How.. long?"

"This is just the first one," the witch said.  "Nineteen more of those
and…"

"You’ll NEVER make me cum that many times!" Supergirl screamed.

"Normally, maybe not," Demonica said.  "But you will for us!"

Supergirl didn’t know what she meant by that.  The unending plunging
dildo pumped into her.  She was being violated repeatedly.  It was
hardly an erotic sensation for her.  Maybe she could be forced to climax
once or twice, but certainly not twenty times!

Demonica moved closer to Supergirl, carefully keeping her distance from
the blue rays that bathed the maid of might.  "Our bodies are like a
tape machine," she said seductively.  "It records all our sensations and
experiences.. and like any tape machine, it can be played back as
well.."

Supergirl shuddered when she heard that comment.  It was too close to
what X said to her as he raped her all those years ago.  But what did
Demonica mean when..?

-click-

Then she heard the crumbling of concrete as the door was bring forced
open.  Metal ripped open, and Supergirl could see a female hand coming
through.  Then the door opened all the way, revealing a vision in red
and blue..

"By the gods.." Wonder Woman said as she raced over to Supergirl.  She
tore the restraints off Supergirl’s wrists.  "Are you OK?  What
happened?"

Supergirl couldn’t contain her tears any more.  She reached out to the
amazon princess, her mammoth breasts pressing against the amazon’s own
bustier-covered ones.  "Oh God Diana!" she cried in her new squeaky
voice.  "It was… just so… horrible…"

"Shh…." Wonder Woman said as she comforted her.  "It’s OK now..  I’m
here…"

"It’s.. that.. that THING…" she said sobbing.  "Looked like Lex
Luthor….  claims to be his son!… he raped me.. changed my body to look..
like THIS!"

"Shh.." the amazon said again as she stroked Supergirl’s hair.  "It’s
all right now.. It’s all right..  He won’t hurt you anymore."

"Are.. are you sure?" she said sniffling.

Wonder Woman pulled the helpless heroine closer to her, letting her
hands feel down her bare skin.  They were warm and tingling.  "I have
him tied up," she said in a soothing voice.  "He won’t harm you
anymore."

Supergirl could feel Wonder Woman’s warm body against hers and felt
strangely attracted by the heat and the sweet smell of her body.  She
couldn’t explain why.. she never really knew Diana in the few years
since she was on Earth.  And she never felt this way about her before..
but something was now different.. maybe it was her new body, and how
sensitive her nipples were as she clung close to the bare cleavage of
the amazon princess.

She looked up and into the amazon’s eyes.  "Diana?"

Wonder Woman smiled.  "It’s OK dear," she said reassuringly.  And then
brought her mouth to Supergirl’s.

Supergirl kissed passionately, feeling the warmth of her skin against
the amazon’s skin.  She has never been a full lesbian before, although
there were times when she found herself fantasizing about Lois Lane, but
she attributed those to the bond she shares with Clark (not to mention
the time she unknowingly impersonated Clark).  Princess Diana was
absolutely beautiful, but it was only until now that she found herself
aroused by the buxom amazon as well!

Diana pulled back from the embrace long enough to reach behind her and
unhook her red and gold bustier.  Her ample breasts were clearly a match
for Supergirl’s new ones, with bright red pointed nipples.  Dropping the
bustier on the ground, she moved back to the Maid of Might so she could
suck on her tits.

"Mmm.." murmured the amazon as she slid what was left of Supergirl’s
tunic from her back.  "Yes.. oh yes Supergirl..  Suck on them!"

Supergirl couldn’t believe she was sucking on Wonder Woman’s breasts!
Her nipples were sweet, almost like honey.  Not to mention naturally
HARD!  Well, of course she was born from clay.. why not?  Her body was
defined muscular, yet at the same time very feminine.  Her hands roamed
down the amazon’s tight stomach, then down underneath the waistband of
her blue and white panties.

Diana pushed Supergirl back down on the table, letting her hands as well
as her mouth explore the Maid of Might.  Supergirl shuddered as Wonder
Woman began sucking on her very sensitive nipples.

"Oh…" she muttered.  "Oh yes..  please…"

Then the amazon princess moved her mouth down from her nipples, to her
stomach, down to her very wet and bare pussy.

"OOOH.." panted Supergirl.. "MMMM! … Yes!  Oh fuck yes!"

"What did you say?" Diana said as she raised her head.

"Fuck!" Supergirl replied.  "As in FUCK ME NOW!"

Diana smiled.  "OK then, if that’s what you want.."

Wonder Woman peeled off her blue panties to show Supergirl her neatly
trimmed bush.  Now naked except for her boots, tiara, and bracelets, she
positioned her pussy until it was rubbing up against the horny body of
her partner.

The two women began gyrating their hips frantically, rubbing pussies and
clits against each other, trying to bring each other to climax as soon
as possible.

"UUNNGGHHH!!" screamed Supergirl.  "YESSSSS!!!   FUCK!!!!  UUNNNGGHH!!!!
UUNNGGHH!!!!  AHHHHHH!!!"

"OH YES!" screamed Wonder Woman.  "UNNGGHH!!  UNNGGHH!! UUNNGGHH!!"

Supergirl never experienced such pleasure from a woman before in her
life.  Waves of sheer erotic joy seemed to emanate from their pussies as
they gyrated in sync with each other.

"THIS… AHHH!!.. THIS IS … SO… FUCKING… WONDERFUL!!!"

Then Diana smiled.  "Then… UUNNGGHH!!… I’ve… UNNGGHHH!! … got a
surprise… UUNNGGHH!!!… for you!"

Supergirl wondered what Diana meant by that, then the amazon reached up
in between their gyrating pussies.  Supergirl arched her neck to try to
see what she was doing, but before she could get a look she felt
something tremendously thick slide in between her pussy-lips.

"OOOOHHH!!!!!" Supergirl screamed in pleasure.  "OH GOD!.. THAT’S SO
GOOOODDDDD!!!!!"

"Glad.. UNGH! … you .. like … it…" Diana said as they resumed their
grinding.

But this time it WAS different.  Diana didn’t grind as much as she
slapped her groin against the bare groin of Supergirl.

Supergirl could feel herself begin to climax.  She shuddered in pleasure
as she looked over and saw her amazon partner begin to cum as well.

"OOOH!!  AHHHHHH!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!"

The two women screamed in pleasure as they climaxed at the same time.
Waves of pleasure swept through Supergirl’s body, and she couldn’t tell
if the wetness she felt inside her was from her cum juices or from
Diana’s.

-click-

Supergirl opened her eyes again.  She HAD climaxed again!  She faintly
saw the yellow surge of energy leap from her body into the tube, and
into Leena’s stasis tube.

She felt drained.  "What..?"  Her words were strained.

"Your body was playing back a memory," Demonica said with a sinister
laugh.  "A very erotic one too."

"With.. each.. memory.." Luthor said, "you.. will.. succumb.. your..
body.. to us… and… to… Leena…"

*****

In China, the Justice Brigade managed a few minutes of rest as they
finished helping out the earthquake-ravaged citizens of Beijing.
Overhead, a Lexcorp satellite watched their every move.  Most thought
that the satellite was just another old communications array.  Nobody
would ever suspect that its true nature was far more malevolent.

The fifteen heroes, some second and third-generation legends, never knew
what would happen to them.  There would be no enchanted weapons, no
power rings, no tactile telekinesis, and no enchanted words that could
save them.

Concealed panels opened, and four mechanical arms extended from the
satellite.  Each had a high-powered laser cannon.  The cannons fired
down at four temple statues that marked the compass points of north,
south, east, and west of the perimeter of Beijing.  The statues were
thought to be gifts from Lex Luthor in the early eighties.  In reality,
they concealed energy-enhancers that took in energy, magnified it a
thousand times, and reflected it towards the center of the city.

The heroes looked up at the conjunction of four beams of light over the
city.  The People’s News Network showed a figure wearing a familiar red
cape heading to the conjunction spot before the signal went dead.

The city of Beijing went up in a ball of energy.

*****

Flare, dressed in the Lexcorp security uniform, slowly made her way down
the hallway.  Seeing a security terminal, she removed the hacker kit
from her satchel and plugged in her cyber-visor.

"Ok," she mumbled.  "Let’s see the blueprint to this place.."

*****

May Daphne was just eighteen and fresh into the hero business.  When she
was just fourteen, she found out she had telekinesis, just like her idol
Supergirl.  So with her mother’s help, she trained on her skills.  Like
a beauty pageant contestant, she went through grueling weight training
classes and boring beauty and manners seminars, and make sure she kept
up with her grades. Like any ethical super-heroine, she stayed away from
drugs, alcohol, rave clubs, the sex sites of the Internet, and swimsuit
photographers eager to see the latest heroine in a thong bikini.  The
local fashion boutique had made May’s outfit especially as an homage to
Supergirl’s, complete with a red dress and blue cape.

The hardest part, though, was finding a sponsor.  Most major
corporations already had contract heroes and heroines, or weren’t into
using costumed adventurers as a PR gimmick.  For the past six months,
May Day was working the county circuit - showing up at carnivals,
judging pie-eating contests, appearing in local Sci-Trek conventions in
between the pointy-eared good-guys and the ridge-headed villains.

Then she got word that the Megalith Corporation was looking for a fresh
image to replace their old, conservative, and tired Major Mega.  The old
hero was just a Gulf War vet wearing a puffed-up outfit that he could no
longer appear credible in.  After all, how could someone so wrinkled and
emaciated look like they have a perfectly chiseled torso?  So a
spokesman from Megalith called May and told her that they were
interested in interviewing her for Mega’s old spot.

A bus ride later, May Daphne showed up at the Megalith Corporate
headquarters, wearing her outfit underneath her street clothes.  The man
who greeted her in the lobby escorted her to an empty conference room
where she would have her interview.  Only when she was alone did she
change out of her street clothes and into her May Day outfit.

She had just put on her cape when she heard a sound behind her.

"Hello?" she asked.

But the room was still empty.

She turned back around to gather her civilian clothes when she started
feeling dizzy.  She wondered if it was just nerves.  But then she felt
the room spinning around her.  Before she could react, she found herself
collapsed on the floor.

The next thing she knew, she saw four men standing over her.  They
looked like doctors.. or at least they acted like doctors.  She felt her
clothing loosened, and hands all over her body.  Then she felt herself
being moved into a bright room.  Maybe a hospital..

Her world was a blur.  She felt things that she had never felt before,
with flashes of bright lights all around her.

Suddenly, her world became crystal clear.  She wasn’t in a hospital.
The bright lights were the ones seen in a studio.  And the men that
probed her weren’t doctors!  She felt a hard object in her pussy, in her
ass, and one in her mouth.  She couldn’t scream.  She couldn’t talk.
All she could do was whimper as she felt each cock pump and pulse in
her.

She felt hands reach out to her small breasts, which were exposed from
the torn dress.  The dress that was custom-made for her.  Other hands
were pulling on her strawberry blond hair, and tearing off what was left
of her outfit.

It felt like an eternity, but then she felt the first man cum inside
her.  The surge of semen inside her no-longer virgin pussy was soon
matched by another surge deep inside her ass.  Then she felt herself gag
as the third cock exploded inside her mouth.  Then, just as that
subsided, she felt more drops of wetness fall on her exposed back and
ass checks.  Other men were jerking off around her and cumming on her
exposed body.

Nobody said a word as they got off her and left.  May cried as she
realized that her first experience as a real super-heroine was such a
failure.  She waited until the room was empty before she moved.

Like a zombie, she got off the old sofa she was lying on and examined
herself.  There was nothing left of her outfit except for her blue boots
and the discarded yellow belt.  Her dress and cape were in tatters
around the sofa.  There were some scratches on her chest, probably when
they first tore her dress in the front.

A tall blond woman dressed in a business suit then appeared in the
room.  She guided May into another room where she was allowed to shower
and get dressed into her street clothes.  She was even given underwear
to replace the ones that were torn when she was being stripped naked.

When May was dressed, she was handed a thick envelope.  Inside of it
were pictures, a DVD disk, and a professional-looking letter.  The jewel
case bore the title "May Day in Mayday!"  The pictures were stills of
her being stripped and repeatedly raped by ten men.  The letter spelled
out that should May tell the police or the press what happened to her,
everything on the disk would be posted on the Internet for anyone to
view, including her real name and home address.

May Daphne would live, but May Day was dead.

*****

In the outskirts of Gotham City, a delivery van made its way to Wayne
Manor.  Not bothering with the metal gate, the van made of reinforced
promethium crashed through the metal and concrete barricade like it was
made of paper.  Unyeilding, the van crashed through the main doors and
into the huge foyer, where it came to a screeching halt.

The rear doors opened up, and a mountain of a man exploded into view.
He stood eight feet tall, and every muscle on his body was puffed up ten
times over.  His black mask concealed his face, with only red eyeholes
allowing him to see and three openings at the back for the tubes that
pumped in the most lethal of steroids into his system like it was blood.

Once he owned Gotham.  Cunning and powerful enough to take over a prison
in Peru at age eighteen.  He took over Gotham by beating, then breaking,
the legendary Batman.  But years later, nothing remained of the man
called Bane except for his might and his twisted hatred of Batman.

A small hovering robot approached.  "Good evening sir," the robot said.
"I am Al-3000.  How may I help you?"

Bane eyed the robot like a gnat, then with the gentlest of blows,
swatted the robot into the wall.  It shattered into a million pieces.

Upstairs, Barbara Gordon-Wayne pulled away from seeing the horrors in
Beijing.  Tears were streaming down her face once again.  She turned
just in time to see her husband finishing placing black armor over his
exoskeleton.

"Bruce!" she exclaimed.  "You can’t!"

"Luthor is playing for keeps now," he said in his old dark tone.  "You
saw what he did to the Justice Brigade.  I’ve already dispatched all the
sentinel units.  They should be enough to hold off Bane.  You’ve got to
get out of here.."

"No!" she said in protest.

"Barbara.."

"I mean it," she said.  "I’m not leaving unless you’re with me!"

Just then, an explosion was heard from the foyer.  The Bat-sentinels had
arrived and were engaging Bane.  The robotic enforcers of justice pumped
the monster with enough tranquilizers to put an elephant to sleep.  More
than enough to put the Bane of old to sleep.  But Bane had been enhanced
with Lexcorp’s latest in drugs and cybernetic equipment.  The
tranquilizers would have no effect on him.

Barbara was watching through the security cameras as Bane started taking
apart the huge black robots.  Nothing would stop Bane.  Nothing.

"No time to argue," Bruce said as he reached for his black helmet.
"I’ve got to stop him now, or he’ll hunt us down!"

She turned away from the monitors to see Bruce don his Batman helmet for
what may be his last time.  Bruce wouldn’t run.  Not from his home.  She
knew he loved her, but Bane represented the very evil he had been
fighting for decades.

"Bruce.." The words escaped her lips before Batman flew from the railing
like a dark angel.

*****

The beeping sound from her portable computer startled Kara as she
finally approached Island L.  She hovered just long enough to turn on
the viewscreen.

The image was grainy and distorted, but Kara could clearly see Oracle’s
face.

"Oracle?  What..?"

"No time!" she said.  "Any minute, Bane will be coming here.  I’ve got
to warn you.. Luthor’s making his move!"

Kara was confused.  "What are you talking about?  Bane?  Luthor?  What?"

"LISTEN TO ME!" Oracle insisted.  "The Justice Brigade has been
destroyed, along with the entire city of Beijing.  I’ve been getting
reports around the world that even the corporate heroes are being killed
one by one.  Luthor’s killing off every hero around.  You may be
Supergirl’s only chance!"

Kara was stunned.  All the heroes, dead or dying?  "Where are you?  I’ll
be there in.."

"NO!" Oracle said.  "It’s too late for us.  Just save Supergirl and stop
Luthor!  You’re the only one who can!"

Then the screen went blank.

"ORACLE!"

*****

The monitors went blank.  The battle had reached the underground
generators.  Barbara Gordon-Wayne had no way to call for help, even if
help still existed.

An ungodly scream was heard from deep within the cave.  Barbara paused
in her chair.

"Bruce?"

But the hulking frame that appeared in the doorway wasn’t Bruce.

She backed her wheelchair away at the sight of Bane.  His mask had been
torn apart, revealing the face of a man in torment for over twenty
years.  The tubes that pumped his toxic drugs into his system were torn
off him.  His eyes were bloodshot, and one of them was swollen shut.
Blood flowed from both nostrils and from the left side of his mouth.

Most of his outfit was also shredded from his battles.  Barbara could
see every muscle on his body as they were pumped up and enhanced to
monstrous proportions, including the once bulge that was not a muscle!

She suddenly realized that he was seeing her, not as a victim, but as a
trophy!  Her eyes went wide with terror.

"Bane.. no.. " she pleaded, "you’ve won.. you beat him..  Just.. just
go.."

But he moved closer towards her.  He was beyond rationalization.  Too
many years of drugs turned him into a monster.  There was no way out for
her.  No way, except through him.

He raised his mammoth hand like a claw and swept down, cutting into her
clothing, stripping her in one move.  The chair was thrown back into the
wall.  Barbara grunted as she felt the jarring sensation against her
body.

She looked down and realized that the front of her clothes were gone.
Her huge breasts were exposed to the monster.

Bane moved closer, eager to claim his prize.  He began to unfasten his
pants.

"Please," she begged.  "Please, don’t do this!"

Bane was so obsessed with the naked paraplegic in front of him that he
never noticed the tattered frame of Bruce Wayne approaching.  His
exoskeleton framework was gone, as was his black armor.  His left arm
was broken in two places, and he couldn’t feel anything in his legs
anymore.  His ribs were shattered, and he knew at least one of the ribs
was impaled against his heart.  Only sheer force of will kept him alive.

Seeing Barbara about to be raped by Bane, he leapt at the monster.  His
free hand held one of the small fusion reactors that used to power a
Bat-sentinel.  He plunged the spiked reactor into Bane’s back.  The
monster howled at the sharp pain and weight of the reactor as it stabbed
into his spine.

It would be the last sensation Bane would experience.  The reactor was
rigged to explode once reactivated.

Bruce gave one last look at his wife before hitting the crudely-made
remote switch.

"I.. love.. you.. Barbara.." he said before the mansion was vaporized.

Chapter 6

Lex Luthor smiled with glee as he watched the news monitors.  The
Justice Brigade was gone.  The Batman was no more.  Superman had long
since disappeared.  All the substandard corporate heroes were either
dead or being neutralized one by one.  All of his enemies were being
eliminated.  Except one.

He looked back at the naked form of Supergirl.  Stripped, bound,
repeatedly raped, and forced to relive all the erotic memories of her
life.  With each memory, she was brought to an orgasm.  With each
orgasm, a portion of her life force was being channeled through
Demonica’s mystical chamber, and into the stasis tube that contained his
daughter Leena.  When Supergirl climaxes for the twentieth time, all of
her life force will be transferred to Leena.  And then Supergirl will be
no more.

"We’ve got reports from all of our agents," said one of his
technicians.  "Ninety-three percent of the corporate heroes have been
eliminated so far.  The three in prison for embezzlement have reportedly
been killed by our agents.  Two would-be heroines have been neutralized
through our Megalith subsidiary.  There’s only one hero unaccounted for,
however."

"Who?"

"Uh.. Flare.." the tech nervously replied.  "Max Apollo’s girl.  Our
spies report that he sent her out on some clandestine mission."

Luthor wheeled his chair around.  "Max.. Apollo..  The.. man.. knows..
too.. much..  No doubt.. he.. has.. sent.. Flare.. to spy.. on.. us..
Alert.. security.. at.. once.."

-click-

Linda Danvers felt the tugging of her jeans as Buzz drew her close.

"Feel it luv?" he said in his British accent.  "Feel the power?"

"Yeah," she said with a sly smile.  "I do."

Linda felt Buzz unfastening her jeans.  She hoped he would like the
black lace panties she had picked out for just the occasion.

"I see you came dressed for the occasion," he said as he looked down.
"That’s mighty cheeky of you."

Linda said nothing as she pulled her tight shirt over her head.  She
didn’t wear a bra on.  Too confining for her nowadays.

Within minutes, both of them were naked inside the red van.  She could
feel Buzz’s hands as they probed every inch of her body.  Grabbing her
pert breasts, down to her tight belly, and between the patch of brown
fur that yielded the greatest pleasure she ever experienced.

"Now feel MY power," Buzz said as he straddled over her and inserted his
cock inside her.

Linda moaned as she felt every inch of Buzz’s rock hard cock slowly pump
inside her.  The feeling was like electricity shooting through her body.

"OH!  Buzz.. this.. is.. WONDERFUL!" she exclaimed.

"It.. gets… better.. luv" he replied with his cocky grin.

Linda didn’t know what that meant.  Certainly fucking Buzz was enough of
a rush for her.  But then she saw him reach down between her legs, and
instantly a wave of pleasure hit her.  It caught her unaware, and she
gasped as she let loose a moan of pure ecstasy.

"OH MY GOD!" she shrieked.  "What did you do?"

Buzz simply smiled.  "That’s.. my secret.. luv.."

Linda could only moan as she was fucked over and over by Buzz.  This
stranger, whom she met only last month, was suddenly her lover.  She was
only eighteen and fresh out of high school, and already she was
experiencing things she had never though she would experience.
Certainly if she lived the way her parents wanted her to live, she
wouldn’t have even said two words to this British stranger who knew so
much about her.

She grabbed her small breasts as she felt Buzz put her legs over his
head.  As he did, the sensations were magnified a hundred-fold for her.

"OOOOOHHHHH!" she exclaimed as she felt the climax coming.  She bit her
lip, squinted her eyes, trying to savor every moment of pleasure she was
experiencing.  She could feel the tingling sensations as the climax
quickly built to a crescendo…

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!"

-click-

Supergirl opened her eyes.  As she opened her eyes, she saw yet another
burst of her life-force leave her body and go into the device before
entering Leena’s comatose body.

She was forced to relive another erotic memory.  This time it was from
Linda’s memories, before she merged with Supergirl.  Already she had
been forced to replay all the erotic scenes of her marriage to Dan, her
experiences with Luthor, the forced relationships with Braniac, and even
her one twisted moment where she was under the mind-control influence of
Gorilla Grodd!  Each time, when she climaxed in the past, her body
climaxed for real, aided by the constant pumping of the mechanical
dildo.

How many times has she been forced to climax so far?  Ten?  Twelve
times?  She was exhausted.  Beads of sweat were dripping from her
nipples and from the long and damp strings of her hair.  She couldn’t
even feel her fingers anymore, never mind the constant pumping of the
foreign object that was raping her.

Leena’s stasis chamber glowed with an faint yellow aura.  All of
Supergirl’s life force would soon be in Leena, the daughter of Lex
Luthor.  Before Leena met her demise, she was the most dangerous woman
on the planet.  Now, she was just minutes from not only coming back from
the brink of death, but with the power of Supergirl as well!

Luthor was delighted.  At long last, Supergirl would be defeated.  The
one thorn in his side all these years.  He couldn’t get his revenge on
Lois Lane for spurning him.  He couldn’t even get the kind of revenge he
wanted against Erica, Leena’s mother.  But Supergirl was a different
story.  Supergirl almost took his daughter, his legacy, away.  Now,
she’ll pay.

*****

Following the blueprints she downloaded from the security computer,
Flare made her way to the computer center.  The complex was manned by
only two nerdy programmers who only saw the green Lexcorp security
uniform before turning back to their jobs.

Flare grinned as she moved to the back servers.  Nerds, she thought to
herself.

The mercenary adventurer hung behind the columns of servers and
switching stations, making sure her activities were unnoticed by the
technicians.  As far as they were concerned, she was just on patrol.
They would never suspect that she was actually hacking their systems and
downloading gigabytes of sensitive Lexcorp data for Max Apollo.

She pulled off the hacker pack from her belt and started scanning for
the hard drives that held Luthor’s data on Supergirl.  It took a bit of
reading, but she finally found the right server.

"This can’t be right.." she whispered to herself.  Terabytes of data of
every superhero and heroine known.  Not just the legends like Superman
and Batman, but even the corporate heroes.. including herself!  She
shuddered to think what kind of information Lex Luthor might have on her
that Max doesn’t already have.

She pulled up what she thought was an index page for each file, hoping
to extract only the information on Supergirl, and perhaps even her own
file, when she realized that she had accidentally found a status
screen.  She looked in horror as she read off the list of heroes and
heroines that were either killed or neutralized.  Some of them were her
associates, some even bed partners.  Only two names were listed reading
anything except "dead" or "neutralized."  She found them at the bottom
of the page:

Flare ---- ACTIVE
Supergirl ---- IN PROGRESS

Suddenly, she heard the two techs as they giggled.  She peered past the
server tower to find them attentively watching a viewscreen.  On the
screen was Supergirl, stripped naked and shackled to some table.  A blue
light shined over her body like a spotlight.  She was drenched in sweat,
and Flare didn’t have to go too far to wonder why.  The silver dildo
that shot in and out of Supergirl’s pussy was seen just at the bottom
edge of the screen.

"Was this what Luthor planned for me?" she asked herself.

Then she realized she had spoken too loudly.  One of the techs had
turned around to face her.

"Aw fuck!" she said as she reached for her rifle.

Both technicians turned to see Flare holding a rifle at both of them.
It took them but a moment to realize that the woman wasn’t a member of
Lexcorp security.

Flare nodded at the screen.  "What’s Luthor doing to Supergirl?"

The chubby-looking tech responded.  "Dunno…  It’s not technical.  The
boss has some kind of witch working for him."

"Demonica," Flare said.  "Well boys, you and I have some work to do, so
your little show is about over."

The thin tech with glasses was about to protest, but then realized that
he wasn’t in a position to do anything else.  He could only hope that
they didn’t live long enough for Luthor to find out.

*****

Kara stormed the island at full speed.  She expected resistance, but
surprisingly found none.  Landing at the shoreline, she saw one badly
damaged rocket launcher.  Judging the amount of electricity arcing from
the ruined defensive equipment, she figured it was recently disabled.  A
clear sign that her mother was nearby.

*****

The display screen flashed.  The technician turned to Luthor.  "Sir?
The latest update just came in."

Luthor wheeled over to the display screen.

"Flare ---- NEUTRALIZED"

"Perfect," he said as he rolled back over to Demonica.  "How long?"

Demonica looked at Supergirl.  She was clearly drained from the
experience.  "Just a few more," the witch replied.  "And I think I know
which memory to speed things up a bit.."

Supergirl shook her head.  "P-p-please.." she begged in a hoarse voice,
"n-no.. more.."

Luthor looked at the former Girl of Steel.  Then towards his comatose
daughter.  Leena showed signs of life for the first time in years.  Her
emaciated body began to fill out.  Then he turned back to Demonica.

"Do.. it!"

-click-

A lone figure sat behind a Victorian desk.  He wore an expensive
charcoal gray suit with a white shirt and black tie.  He was bald, yet
he still had the determined face and piercing eyes of the man she once
was in love with..

"Luthor.." she whispered under her breath.

"Hello Supergirl," Lex Luthor said nonchalantly.  "Welcome to my little
abode.  I’m glad you decided to stop by instead of sneaking around like
some ghost.  Would you care for some tea?  I’ve got your favorite.."

"I’d rather see you behind bars!" Supergirl spat out, and then charged
at super-speed at him.

But instead of reaching Luthor, she instead impacted heavily on an
invisible barrier.  Instantly she heard the doorway behind her slam shut
with a second metallic door replacing the wooden one she shattered to
get into the room.

"You must be kidding Luthor!" she said.  "I can break through this
barrier and have you in custody before you can say ‘I want my lawyers!’"

Luthor stood up from behind the antique desk.  "Really?" he said.  "Then
perhaps I should make it somewhat more of a challenge.."

He pointed his left hand at Supergirl, which contained an odd remote
control device that looked like a simple ink pen.  He clicked on the
end.

Instantly a beam of blue energy hit Supergirl from behind.  She expected
to feel pain, but instead she felt pleasure where the beam hit her.

"L-L-Luthor," she said in almost a murmur, "I d-don’t know w-w-what this
is, b-but it’ll m-m-make your c-c-capture all the m-m-more
pleasurable.."

Luthor smiled.  "Well then I guess it’s not that much of a challenge..
Hmm.. how about this?"

With another click of the pen-like remote two more beams hit her on both
sides.  She could feel absolute pleasure coming from her body.. almost
orgasmic pleasure.. which focused especially on her breasts.  She could
feel her nipples get rock hard and swell underneath her outfit, and she
could detect that her panties were starting to get wet underneath her
short skirt.

"W-w-w-w-w-w-what a-a-a-are y-y-y-you d-d-d-d-doing t-t-t-to m-m-m-me?"
she demanded as the waves of pleasure hit her hard.

"I managed to acquire a little toy a while ago from a guy named Lord
Easystreet.  He called it an ‘Orgasmatron.’  He even said it managed to
bring down someone as powerful as Wonder Woman, but I wasn’t too sure
about his idle boasting until I could try it out myself on someone I
knew..  I’ll be sure to thank him the next time I see him!"

Supergirl could only pant as the blue waves of energy pummeled her body
with absolute pleasure.  She knew her panties were absolutely drenched
in cum as she began to feel her first orgasm.  She tried to keep it
silent, but her panting made it all the most evident.  Her body shook
and she could feel herself start to swoon.

"Oh don’t drop yet Supergirl," Luthor said as he moved closer to the
barrier that separated them.  "This little experiment isn’t over yet."

With another click of the remote another beam came from the floor of the
room, targeted straight at Supergirl’s cum-soaked crotch.  She screamed
in absolute pleasure as the beams hit her.  Never before did she
experience such pure pleasure in her life!  She desperately needed to
get out of the room, or at least out of the way of the full force of the
beams.. then maybe she could survive long enough for Clark to come to
her aid.

Drenched in sweat, she slowly started to work her way to the locked
door.  She was too weak to use her telekinetic powers, but she hoped she
would possess enough strength to open the metal door that barred her.

"Oh no you don’t," Luthor said with a devilish grin.  "If you have THAT
much of a fight in you then you should be able to handle the FULL force
of this device!"

Supergirl’s eyes went wide as she heard that.  She turned around and was
just about to mouth the words "NO!" he clicked the remote again.  This
time the rays from the Orgasmatron came from ALL corners of the room at
an intensity she never could even imagine.

"A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H!!!!!!!!!!!!"
she screamed as she experienced multiple orgasms one after the other.
"N-N-N-O-O-O-O-O!!!! P-P-P-P-P-P-PLLLLLEASSSSSEEEEEE L-L-LEXXXXX
S-S-S-S-S-S-S-STOPPPPPPP TH-TH-THISSSSSSSS!"

-click-

Supergirl’s body shuddered.  Seven bursts of her life-force had left her
body and entered the mystical tube, which then entered Leena’s body.
She had climaxed over twenty times.

To Supergirl, it was like a stake through her heart.  The pain was
excruciating.  Then she felt the pain in her arms and legs.  Her body
was shrinking!

Lex Luthor and Demonica were transfixed at the changes Supergirl was
going through.  They had expected her to simply die after the twentieth
climax, or dissolve into some kind of protomatter goo.  But Supergirl
didn’t die.  She transformed.

Supergirl’s breasts shrank like leaky balloons.  Her body got wrinkled.
Her long blond hair shrank and turned a salt-and-pepper brownish color.
Even her face changed.

The figure on the table now was no longer Supergirl.  It was a
completely different woman now.

Linda Danvers opened her eyes.  Supergirl was dead.  She could feel it.
They had taken away everything she had that made her Supergirl.

"My, my," Demonica said.  "This IS an unexpected surprise."

"So.." said Luthor, "THAT.. is where.. you’ve.. been.. hiding."

"You BASTARDS!" Linda spat out.

"Under a guise of a frail human woman," Demonica said.  Suddenly, she
realized where she had seen Linda before.  "The woman in the field!  The
one we saw when we detected your transponder last week!  That was you!"

Even Luthor caught on.  "If.. that.. was.. you.. then…who?"

His answer came with an explosion from the outside of the complex.  The
walls shook from the shock of something hitting the outside.  He turned
to his technicians, who responded before he could say a word.

"We have a breach on the fourth deck," the technician said.  "But we are
unable to determine what it is!  The security cameras are off-line, and
we can’t get anyone on computer control!"

"Get security to the fourth floor now!" Demonica ordered.

"What.. about.. Leena?" Luthor asked.

The physician that was monitoring Leena’s stasis tube kept her eyes
glued to the display screen.  "There’s tremendous changes going on in
her body right now, Mister Luthor.  I can’t speculate whether or not her
condition is improving.."

"Is.. she.. still.. alive?" he said evenly.  "Yes.. or no."

She turned to face her boss.  "Yes.  For now."

"For.. your sake.. doctor.. she’d.. better.. stay.. alive."

*****

Kara entered the fourth floor hard.  She didn’t intend to make such a
powerful entrance, but she also really didn’t know just how powerful she
had become, otherwise she wouldn’t have hit the reinforced Lexiglas
window hard enough to shatter it like it was made of glass.
Fortunately, the room was empty, so nobody was hurt by her entrance.

She looked down at the fist she used to break the substance that was
stronger than steel.  She didn’t even bruise a knuckle.

"Rad!" she exclaimed.

Suddenly, the two doors on either side of the room burst open, and armed
troops flanked her.  All of them wore Lexcorp uniforms and had full body
armor and Mach-10 rifles.  Kara immediately felt the rage boiling.  They
were holding the same kind of weapons that were used to kill Marcus!
She immediately spotted what would be the superior officer in the group
of guards.  He was the only guard with sergeants strips on his uniform.

"Well!" he exclaimed as he examined this young woman in a skin-tight
blue-and-red outfit.  "What have we here?  Super-chick?"

"I’m only going to ask this once," Kara said through gritted teeth.
"Where is Supergirl?"

"You’ll find out shortly," the sergeant sneered.  "After we have a
little fun of our own, that is."

That was all that was needed for Kara to act.  At super-speed, she
charged at the sergeant, slamming him against the wall.  The other
guards immediately opened fire on her, but even their advanced weaponry
wasn’t powerful enough to really hurt her.  Steel shards rained on her
body, most of them bouncing off her and back at the guards.  Some tore
at her cape, others tore at the wall behind her.  Most tore up the
guards.  Even their own body armor wasn’t enough to protect against a
ricocheting Mach-10 rivet.  Within minutes, the last guard fell to the
ground, wounded beyond his capacity to fight back.

Kara examined herself.  Sure enough, outside from her torn cape, not one
rivet even made an indention in her skin-tight outfit!

"I’ll be damned!" she exclaimed.  "It worked!"

Then she heard the pounding of boots.  More security guards were
approaching.  Kara knew she’d have to fight her way to rescue her
mother!

*****

The water in the stasis tube churned as Leena Luthor’s body began to
shudder.

"Mister Luthor!" exclaimed the physician.  "Something is happening!"

Luthor and Demonica moved closer to the stasis tube.  Leena’s body began
to show a thin translucent layer of matter forming just above her skin.

"What.. is.. happening?"

"Some sort of layer is developing over her body," the physician
replied.  "It’s hampering with our sensor equipment."

The layer of matter around Leena’s body grew more and more solid.  Her
features were becoming blurred.  Even the strands of her hair were
beginning to form this grayish mass.

"It’s almost like.. protomatter!" the physician speculated.

Luthor’s eyes widened.  Supergirl was originally a protomatter being
before being merged with that human slut!

"Stop.. the.. process!" he demanded.

The physician gave a worried look at Demonica.  Demonica looked back at
the machine, then at Leena, then back to Luthor.  Luthor somehow
expected her to reverse the transfer, returning Supergirl’s essence back
into the old woman’s body!

"I can’t!" she exclaimed.  "The process can only be reversed through
sexual climax!  Leena’s in no position to have an orgasm!"

Alarms sounded on the status board.  The coagulated mass of protomatter
had completely surrounded Leena’s body, turning her into a featureless
gray statue.  The physician fumbled with the controls, then dropped her
head.

"I’m.. sorry," she said.  "The sensors can’t break through the gray
shell.  And outside of the stasis fluids, her body won’t survive the
next thirty seconds."

"Break.. the.. tube.. open!" he demanded.  "GET.. HER… OUT… OF… THERE!"

Just then, the far wall exploded as the dismembered body of one of
Luthor’s giant robots fell through.  A young woman appeared on top of
the broken body.

Kara’s outfit had been shredded slightly.  The cape was torn in three
places, and some fraying had occurred on the blue top of her bodysuit
where the guards had grabbed at her.  She quickly saw the room scatter
with white coats, but four people remained their grounds.  Three of them
by choice.  One by restraint.

Kara saw her mother, stripped naked, visibly violated, and bound.  The
automated dildo was still positioned at knee level, wet with juices.

She started to call out to her, but realized that they weren’t alone.
Then she turned her attention to the three who were standing.  One of
them was an old invalid.  The second appeared to be some sort of
doctor.  But the third she remembered from the old news files.
Demonica!

Luthor was outraged.  He had thought the last of the heroes had been
neutralized.  "WHO.. the… hell.. are.. you?"

"Your worst nightmare!" Kara said through gritted teeth.

Luthor turned back to the stasis tube.  "Deal.. with.. this.. child."

Demonica grinned.  "My pleasure!"

Kara charged at Demonica.  The witch stood her ground until the young
girl was just a foot away, then disappeared.  Kara crashed face-first
into the floor.

Linda watched with worried eyes as she saw her daughter, dressed in one
of Supergirl’s alternate outfits, fumble on her first mission.  She
wanted to call out to Kara, warn her about Demonica’s abilities.  But
she kept her mouth closed.  She knew Kara needed to be focused on her
opponent.  She couldn’t do that if she distracted by her situation.  As
long as Luthor was focused on Leena’s strange condition, and Demonica
was busy with Kara, she was out of immediate danger.

Kara picked herself off the floor and quickly turned to find Demonica
with her arms raised.  Bolts of electricity shot from the overhead
lights and wall outlets at Kara.  The surge of electricity didn’t harm
her, but it certainly knocked her to the far wall.

"So," Demonica said with a sneer, "you’re Supergirl’s little helper.
What are they supposed to call you?  Super-chick?  Super-slut?"  She
raised her arms again, and bolts of electricity shot at Kara again.
"How about I just call you DEAD?"

She brought her arms together, and green vines immediately up from the
ground, grabbing Kara’s body and trapping her.  The vines circled around
Kara’s waist, pulling on her outfit.  The gold chain that held the two
halves of her top snapped from the strain, the S-triangle insignia
falling to one side.  Kara grunted as she felt the pressure of the vines
tighten.  Then she felt cold.  She looked down and saw that the vines
had pulled the top of her outfit to one side, exposing her left breast.

Kara screamed as she put all of her superhuman strength into the vines.
Magic or no magic, Kara was determined not to let herself be trapped by
these perverts!  As her anger rose, she felt the heat go into her
hands.  She remembered what she did to the coffee cup earlier that
morning, and focused her rage to increasing the heat in her hands.

Suddenly it was Demonica who screamed.  She pulled up her arms to show
that they were red and blistered with burns.  Kara had exposed
Demonica’s own weakness - her symbiotic link to her magical spells.  The
witch passed out from the shock and pain, the vines instantly
disappearing.

Kara picked herself off the floor again and readjusted her outfit.  Then
she looked over at Demonica’s unconscious body.  Demonica’s burn
blisters were no illusions.

Then she heard her mother exclaim "Look out!"

She turned to see Lex Luthor facing her, with a device hooked up to his
motorized chair.  She was about to say something when Luthor pressed a
button, instantly unleashing a bright beam.  Kara felt pleasure like she
never experienced before.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she exclaimed as she was knocked backwards
by the sheer force of the pleasure.

Linda instantly recognized the Orgasmatron just from the effects they
had on Kara.  It was one thing to be subjected to the humiliation
herself, but to stand by and watch that kind of torment affect her
daughter was too much.

"STOP IT LUTHOR!" she screamed.  "STOP IT!"

"No.." he said with all the anger his artificial voice box could allow,
"you.. have.. taken.. away.. my.. child.  Now.. I.. will.. make.. this..
one.. suffer."

Kara shuddered as the full force of the Orgasmatron hit her.  Waves upon
waves of pleasure, as if every square inch of her body was being
fucked.  She found herself clutching her huge breasts as she began to
climax over and over.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" she hummed as she pulled the two sides
of her top off, exposing her breasts.  She felt the bottom half of her
outfit getting drenched.

"Now.. she’ll.. cum.. until.. she.. dies.."

Kara could barely hear the words between her mother and Luthor over the
rhythmic pulsations that blanketed her body.  The sensations were all
too familiar to her.. the same kind of sensations she felt when she was
taking the Ecstasy 21X drug, only magnified.  She didn’t even have to
play with herself to come to an orgasm.

All this time, she felt something building up inside of her.  The same
sensations she felt when she was angry.  The same sensation when Marcus
was killed.  The tingling sensation that was building up inside of her
with the repeated orgasms.

"OOOHH  MY GODDDDDDD!" she screamed.  "IT’S…UUNNGGGHHH…
HAPPENINGGGG!!!!"

Kara’s body glowed white.  Luthor fumbled around with the control panel,
desperately trying to shut down the Orgasmatron.  But his ancient body
wasn’t fast enough to disengage the device.  Linda could only turn her
head, hoping that what was going to happen wouldn’t end up killing them
all.

The room turned white…

*****

When Linda opened her eyes again, she saw Kara, half-naked, helping her
out of the restraints.  The table that she was restrained to was lying
on the floor, face up.

"Mom!  Are you all right?"

Linda didn’t say anything.  She could barely hear her daughter’s voice
from the ringing in her ears.  She was surprised just to be able to
stand on her own two feet.  Kara removed her tattered cape and handed it
to her mother so she could cover herself up.  As she did, she readjusted
her outfit again to cover up her own exposure.

"Luthor…?"

Kara gestured to the pile of debris at the other end of the room.
"Whatever happened to me.. I guess it caused some sort of feedback on
the device.  Knocked his chair into the console and exploded.  Then the
roof caved in over it all."

Linda looked over at the destroyed stasis tube, and the blue water that
seeped all over the floor.  Next to it was the remains of the magical
device that Demonica used to strip her of everything that Supergirl
was.  In the far back were scattered pieces of Luthor’s mobile chair.

"Where’s Demonica?" she asked.

Kara shrugged.  "Dunno.  I came to and she was gone."

They heard the creaking of the building as a crossbeam collapsed on top
of the pile where Leena’s body once was.

"Come on," Kara said, "I’ve got to get you out of here before the whole
building comes down."

Linda nodded, but just as she was ready to leave, she saw a splash of
color in the debris.  "Kara.. there, under the rocks.  What is it?"

Kara grabbed hold of the twisted piece of crossbeam and concrete and
lifted.  Underneath the rubble was the tattered remains of Supergirl’s
outfit.  Linda retrieved her costume, tears streaming down her face when
she realized that indeed her life as Supergirl was gone forever.

"Mom?" Kara asked.

Linda pushed the tears from her eyes.  "It’s okay," she said as she
clutched the torn costume to her body.  "Let’s go."

*****

In the days that followed, Island L was scoured by a combined
UN-Interpol team.  The data on the computer center verified all of
Luthor’s involvement in what would be known as the darkest day for
heroes alike.  They were also able to confirm Luthor’s remains,
verifying once and for all that Lex Luthor was dead.

A memorial service was held in New York for all the heroes who were
killed by Luthor.  At Linda’s insistence, she and Kara attended,
although it was Kara, with her repaired outfit, that became one of the
speakers.

Kara felt it odd to eulogize the loss of Supergirl, especially since her
mother was still very much alive and in attendance.  But they both
agreed that it would be best that Supergirl be given a proper funeral.
After consulting with the former sorceress Zantanna, herself powerless
and retired over a decade ago, it was confirmed that there would be no
possible way for Linda to get back the portion of her life that she
shared with Supergirl.  Unlike the rest of the spells Demonica used,
spells that required the surrender of life forces could not be reversed,
even if Demonica was killed.

Kara also finally came up with a name for herself.  After thinking long
and hard about whether or not she wanted to follow in her mother’s
footsteps, she knew that she didn’t want to see all the true heroes fall
off in one swoop.  The corporations could easily rebuild their ranks of
heroes for hire, but those who were in it for more than just PR purposes
couldn’t be replaced as easily.  At the funeral services, Kara
identified herself for the first time as Supera.

*****

Max Apollo smiled when she saw Supera land on top of his penthouse
terrace.

"Supera, it is good that you agreed to meet with me," he said as he
extended his hand to her.  "I’m sorry about the loss of your teacher.  I
didn’t know Supergirl that long but.."

"But you felt you knew her," Kara said as she ignored his offered hand.
"I know, I know."

Max was taken back by her slight, but didn’t let it show.  Instead, he
turned it into a gesture for her to come in.  "Can I get you anything?
Coffee?  Spark?"

"No," Supera replied nonchalantly as she walked around the terrace.
"Flare said you wanted to speak to me after the services.  Well, I’m
here."

"Ah, yes," the millionaire said as he picked up his cup of coffee from
the glass table.  "You sure you don’t want a cup of this kona blend?
Not many people can afford this blend nowadays."  But his guest said
nothing.  "Ok.  I’ll get to the point.  With the loss of Supergirl, I
couldn’t help but think about your welfare.  You have, after all, only
been in the business for a few days now.  You’re virtually new to all
the nuances being a superhero is all about."

Supera sniffed one of the flowers growing in the atrium.  "So you’re
offering to.. tutor me?"

Max smiled.  "Oh, no.  I wouldn’t know anything about being a hero.  But
Flare does.  She has the experience.  And she has all of my resources at
her disposal.  Communications, transportation, public relations,
whatever she needs, I provide for her.  I can do the same thing for you.

"What does the UN have to offer?  All they’ve been able to do is tell
where heroes go so they can die.  My corporation will take care of all
your needs.  Food, housing, medical costs, education.."

Supera turned to face the young millionaire.  "So you’re, what, some
kind of high-class pimp?"

That time, Max was offended.  The cup rattled as he quickly set it down
on the table.  "How.. dare you!"

"Let me tell you something, Max," she said looking at him straight in
the eyes.  "I know you were the one who helped Luthor get Supergirl.  I
know that the pornographic images of her being raped were sent out on
your web servers.  I also know that whatever evidence that could
implicate you has already either been destroyed or altered, so you’d
look clean in a trial."  She put her hand on the cup of coffee.  "So I
guess I’m putting you on notice, Max.  I’ll be watching out for you."

She let go of the cup.  The coffee was now boiling over the brim.  "Oh,
one more thing," she said as she stared to leave.  "The UN-Interpol
teams reported that a huge portion of Lex Luthor’s server was copied and
deleted.  Specifically, the section that had all the data files of the
superheroes.   One of the surviving techs said some woman with white
hair forced them to download the files on zip disks, then gave both of
them blowjobs for the trouble.  You wouldn’t know anything about that,
would you?"

This time it was Max who was silent.

"Oh, I guess not," she said as she took to the sky.

Max waited until she had left before smashing the table with his fist.

*****

The apartment was small.  But Kara didn’t need a penthouse to live in.
It was relatively cheap, had all the amenities she needed, and, more
importantly, had a quick and easy access to the roof.

"The equipment should get here by Tuesday," Linda said.  "I’m told
there’s already a replacement for Oracle?"

Kara’s voice could be heard from the bathroom.  "Yeah, mom.  Someone
named.. Network?  I think she used to be another hero."

Linda thought about that.  "I think she was one of the Sovereigns.
Anyways, the installers will put it in around three and be gone by six.
So you should stay away from the apartment until then.  No need to have
them figure out who you are."

"What about if the landlord asks?"

"Then they’re just network installers, that’s all," Linda retorted.

Kara stepped out of the bathroom.  She had her hair pulled up into a
bun, and had on a white blouse with a gray business skirt.  She slid on
the wire-rimmed glasses to complete the look.

"Well?" she asked.  "What do you think?"

Linda put her hands up to her face.  "Perfect!" she exclaimed.

Kara took off the wire-rimmed glasses.  "I dunno.. aren’t the glasses a
bit.. 20th?"

Linda smiled.  "Trust me, glasses are perfect!  Besides.. you might say
it’s kind of a tradition with us."

Kara gave a quizzical look.  "Huh?"

Linda waived it off.  "Remind me to tell you about it one day.  I know
you’ve got your appointment with the library director in a little
while."  She looked around, briefly forgetting that she no longer needed
a cane to get around.  The only benefit to her tragedy was that she no
longer suffered the severe joint pains that hindered her.  Still, it was
a tradeoff she never would have made willingly.

"What are you going to do now that you don’t have me to worry about
every day?" Kara asked as she slipped the glasses back over her nose.

"Well I’ll still worry about you," Linda replied.  "That’s a mother’s
job.  But I think I might bring the studio back as well.  It would help
the students if they had another statue to study, even if it’s of my own
daughter.  Maybe I might even ask her to stop by and pose for me?"

Kara gave a sly smile.  "Only if it’s in the nude."

"KARA!"

*****

Epilogue
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Sergeant Mel Murphy cast a weary eye over the pile of surviving Lexcorp
assets inside the military tent.  The rare pieces of art collected from
the ruins of Lex Luthor’s living quarters were all destined for an
auction house.  The proceeds of the auction would be going to the
Superhero Memorial Fund, to help fund treatment for the few surviving
heroes and heroines permanently maimed from the tragedy.

Mel didn’t want to be there.  It was a shit detail at best.  But he also
knew that anyone with a link to the Net would know of Island L now, and
treasure hunters would kill just to get their hands on some of Luthor’s
art treasury.

His partner, Private "Whiz" Lee, was a little more awestruck over the
fortune than he ever could be.  Mel never understood the obsession of
rich people in collecting art.  Art belonged in a museum, not in
someone’s home.  But Lee was curious about something he had long heard
Luthor had.

"Hey Mac!" he exclaimed.  "C’mere, I found it!"

Mac followed the flashlight glow until he found Lee staring at a nude
painting of a beautiful blond woman lounging on a sofa.

"This is it!" Lee exclaimed.  "Ain’t it a beauty?"

"Okay," Mac said.  "It’s a naked lady.  So what?"

Lee gave a disbelieving stare at Mac.  "So WHAT?  Mac, this is not just
some nude painting.. this is a nude painting of SUPERGIRL!  The only one
in existence!  They say that Batman destroyed one of the copies.  I’m
told some porn publisher has another copy.  But this is the original!"

Mac stared down at the painting.  "Doesn’t even look like Supergirl," he
mumbled.

Lee turned the flashlight on Mac’s face.  "What the hell are you talking
about?  That’s Supergirl!  I’d be my mother’s.."  Then he was distracted
by the object behind Mac.  "Hey, what the hell is that supposed to be?"

Mac turned around.  The object behind them looked like an ugly statue.
It was humanoid in form, but rather vague in appearance.  No features or
form.  Barely female in shape.

"Humph," he snorted.  "Probably some antique.  You’d probably say it was
a nude of Supergirl as well.  Now, come on!  If someone catches us off
our posts, we’ll be cleaning the port-a-pots for a month!"

They started to head back to the entranceway of the tent when they heard
a shattering sound.

"What was that?" Lee asked.

"Probably something you tipped over looking for that nude painting," he
replied.

"Fuck you asshole!" Lee said.  "I didn’t trip over anything!"

"Yeah, well now we have to find out what it was," Mac said.

The two soldiers turned around and faced the small collection of
artworks and did a quick inventory.

"Here it is," Lee said as he pointed the flashlight over towards the
Supergirl painting.  "You probably rubbed up against that thing and
caused it to tip."

"Screw you Lee!" Mac said defiantly.  "I wasn’t even close enough to
touch it!"

Just then, they realized something was underneath that gray mass of a
statue.  Something that started to rise off the ground.  It took them a
minute to realize that a real woman was entombed in that statue.  A very
naked and voluptuous woman.

The red-haired beauty smiled as she saw the soldiers gawk at her.

"Hi boys.  My name is Leena.  Welcome to my island."

The End.. and a new beginning..


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