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SUPERGIRL
by PJ

CHAPTER 01: DOOM'S PAWN

Far in the inner reaches of our galaxy, a dull, red sun burned the last
of its stellar fuel. Around this dying star orbited a cold, white world,
a planet called Krypton. A huge, highly advanced city lay within the
world's northern hemisphere, the capital of the frigid planet and center
of governmental power. The dominant structure of the capital city was
the Great Dome, the meeting place of the High Council where they wrote
law and carried out justice.

At this moment, the great Council member and scientist, Jor-El, stood in
judgement of three arch-criminals, General Zod, his lover Ursa, and the
silent Non. As the trial began, a lone scientist worked within his
laboratory at the edge of the capital. High from a sparkling, crystal
tower, a man named Zarn operated a glowing console. Manipulating
powerful energy fields, the scientist grew crystal components for a
prototype starship. Almost complete, the ship was long and tapered, like
a shining pillar-shaped prism. Completing the drive section, Zarn took a
short break to walk towards a nearby window and gaze up into the
ruby-tinged sky as the hurling shape of the Phantom Zone gateway spun
away into open space, reflecting the terrified faces of the doomed
criminals.

"A pity, Zod. You just got too careless," observed Zarn wryly before he
began to return to his console. A dull rumble shook the tower, startling
the scientist from his work. Instead of the usual short tremor, the
shaking grew worse, increasing in intensity. Clutching the computer
console desperately, Zarn watched with horror as the tower began to tilt
crazily. Through the open window, the delicate crystal and ice buildings
started to buckle and heave before they shook apart, shattering with
loud, resonating thunder. Working quickly, Zarn initiated the launch
sequence, then frantically stumbled to the starship and climbed inside.
Sealing the hatch, the terrified man engaged the ship's systems, then
strapped himself down. The starship's engines competed with the noise of
the crumbling city as a bright flare of plasma blossomed under the
vessel. Zarn grasped the armrests of his chair in a deathgrip as his
ship slowly rose into the air and smashed through the roof of his tower.
Riding a nova-hot pillar of flame, the crystal starship hurled away from
the cracked and shuddering planet. With a green light and a sharp ping,
the vessel's computer indicated that lightspeed was available. Pressing
a series of glowing crystals, Zarn initiated the lightspeed drive and
was hurled into the void as Krypton and its sun exploded in a cloud of
fading gas and debris.

***

Years later, the Kryptonian's ship drifted into Earth orbit. Awakening
from stasis, Zarn examined his new home with the ship's sensors,
locating the ruins of Superman's Fortress of Solitude. The scientist
studied Earth's sun, discovering its properties and how they would react
to his Kryptonian physiology. Smiling as he thought of the
possibilities, Zarn opened the hatch of his vessel, then jumped free of
the dead ship before flying towards the blue-green gem he would soon
conquer.

Zarn entered Earth's atmosphere, glowing hotly but without discomfort.
Flying towards the North Pole, the Kryptonian eventually found the
Fortress of Solitude and landed gracefully. He walked confidently into
the ruins, shifting huge pieces of rubble aside as if they were twigs.
Zarn reached the inner chamber of the Fortress, searching methodically
through its depths until he found three frozen corpses. Shooting twin
beams of heat from his blue eyes, Zarn freed the three bodies, then
turned each of them onto their backs. Non was quite dead, a jagged piece
of ice impaled deeply within his chest. Zod and Ursa seemed badly hurt,
but somehow in a state of suspended animation. Moving to the destroyed
control console, Zarn labored for weeks until he repaired the major
functions of the crystal matrix.

He activated an automatic sequence, then quickly left the Fortress
before a blinding red light filled the inner chamber. After the red
light faded, Zarn re-entered the building, then knelt before the prone
figures. Ursa looked different after the exposure to radiation, she was
younger, with long, black hair and a beautiful face without the angry
expression it once wore. The young woman's breasts had expanded until
they strained against the skintight, latex jumpsuit that she wore.
General Zod's appearance was unchanged as he coughed loudly, then
blinked his eyes open and examined his surroundings.

"I'm not dead?" whispered the resurrected General in disbelief.

"No, you're not, but you should be, Zod," chastised Zarn with a frown.
"I never thought you could be so foolish."

"I'm a warrior, Zarn, not a genius like you," retorted Zod as he stood
up and stretched his arms over his head.

"That's obvious," said Zarn as he watched the two criminals regain their
senses.

"Do we have our powers back?" asked Ursa with wide, brown eyes.

"Yes, my dear. Your powers have returned, and you will use them in my
service," declared Zarn with a cold smile.

***

The STAR Lab facility was quiet on this night. Two watchmen sat within a
small monitor station, watching television and drinking canned soda as a
wall of security screens relayed pictures of the outer perimeter. As the
guards sat absorbed with Babylon 5, a squad of large, purple-plated
robots charged the main gates and smashed through them. Alarm klaxons
went off as red strobe lights bathed the courtyard in scarlet
illumination. Two robots stood on guard duty as four more advanced on
the lab. Ripping a crude hole in the wall, the robots entered the
complex and crushed past several doors until they found a small lab with
the contents they wanted.

Opening a compartment in his left leg, one robot removed a small, glass
container, then twisted it open before delicately snatching a sample of
organic material and carefully depositing it inside. Closing the glass
tube, the robot replaced it inside his leg, then clicked his limb shut
before leading the exodus outside. Re-emerging into the strobe-lit
chaos, the robot intruders began running for the outer gate as the two
night guards appeared with assault rifles. Placing stocks to shoulders,
the men fired long bursts of AP rounds into the robots, scarring their
metal skins with small dents. Turning to respond, the robots aimed their
right palms at the guards, then blasted the humans into piles of ash
with blinding beams of yellow energy. Continuing their escape, the six
robots left the STAR Lab, then flew on flaring boot jets towards a
waiting hovercraft that whisked them away from the sprawling city of
Metropolis.

The sleek, aerodynamic hovercraft flew swiftly over the Atlantic Ocean,
then glided across Europe until it reached a small, Eastern European
country. Diving to port, the hovercraft began a slow, graceful downspin
until it landed silently within the courtyard of a huge, well-worn
castle. The hatch of the aircraft folded out to the ground, allowing the
six battle robots to exit and march in formation towards the waiting
citadel. Huge, reinforced metal gates swung open on silent hinges to
admit the automations. Travelling down wide hallways and descending
spiralling staircases, the robots finally reached an immense,
equipment-filled lab monitored by dozen of techs. A green-cloaked,
armored form gazed into a computer display screen until the robots
stopped behind him and knelt upon their right knees.

"The mission is a success, master," said the lead robot emotionlessly.

"Excellent," replied the armored man before he turned to face his
servants, revealing his iron-masked visage, the visage of Dr. Doom.
"Place the sample on the examination table."

Obeying his evil lord, the robot removed the glass container from his
leg, then placed it softly upon the cold metal of the desired table.
Bowing subserviently, the robots spun around and quickly left the
laboratory. Grasping the container with his gauntleted right hand, Dr.
Doom moved to a large, fluid-filled glass tank and pressed some controls
on a nearby console. The clear, watery liquid began to bubble and froth
as Doom slid the small tube he carried into a receptacle, injecting the
stolen organic material into the tank. Displays flared with life as they
relayed status information on the sample and the components of the tank
fluid.

"Everything is going perfectly, master," remarked Dr. Heinrich Fokler.
"The sample is reacting just as you predicted."

"Of course, Doom does not make mistakes," rumbled the armored villain as
he watched the immersed material begin to tremble and grow. "With this
sample of Superman's tissue, I will create a slave that is totally
obedient to my will, but possessing the awesome powers and
invulnerability of a Kryptonian."

"A work of genius," praised Fokler with an eager smile.

"Quite," replied Doom with a soft sigh. "Now watch the displays and make
sure nothing goes amiss. I have other things to attend to," ordered Doom
before he left the lab with his green cloak billowing behind him.

Grinning with insanity, Dr. Fokler manipulated the controls of the
growth tank, making subtle alterations to the genetic coding of the
organic material.

"He didn't say that his slave had to be a man," mumbled Fokler with a
leer as he changed the growing being's sex to female, then began making
changes to the psycho-profile of the subject.

Weeks passed as the organic sample grew into a complete being. Dr. Doom
rarely checked on the progress of his creation, he was satisfied to
merely read the written reports submitted by his underling, Dr. Fokler.
The armored dictator missed the slow emergence of breasts on his
creation, or the formation of a beautiful, black-haired pussy. Long,
shimmering black hair grew and dangled down the naked girl's back,
followed by a lithe, nubile body and long, slim legs. Full, pouty lips
puckered and parted open as the female began to breathe tentatively. The
tank fluid was rich in oxygen, which made it safe for the nearly
complete girl to inhale. Fokler practically drooled with lust as he
watched his new fucktoy reach completion. At night, the lonely doctor
would sit before the bubbling, glass container and masturbate as he
gazed at the naked girl's lovely, floating body.

Finally, the computer console bleeped for attention, then scrolled a
long stream of data indicating that the subject was ready to be removed
from the tank. It was late at night, and Dr. Fokler had just orgasmed
into a wad of tissue paper. Hastily discarding the tissue into a waste
receptacle, Fokler rushed to the console, then pressed the buttons that
would open the fluid-filled tank. Vents opened inside the floor of the
container, sucking the thick, clear liquid until the tank was empty. The
nude, brunette girl lay limply upon the bottom of the tube, hacking
loudly to clear the fluid from her lungs. The glass walls of the tube
slid down into the base of the growth device, allowing Dr. Fokler to
reach out and grasp the coughing young woman in his thin arms.

"It's okay, breathe deeply," instructed the scientist as he slowly
caressed the girl's bare shoulders.

"Who...who am I?" asked the girl weakly.

"Your name is Mirabelle," replied Fokler after some thought. "I'm your
Uncle Heinrich."

"Where am I, Uncle Heinrich?" whispered the naked girl as she covered
her large, round breasts with her slim arms.

"My lab. You grew faint and passed out a few minutes ago," answered the
grey-haired man before he left to retrieve a lab coat and place it
around Mirabelle's shoulders.

"Can we go home?" inquired the girl dazedly.

"Not just yet, you were going to do me a favor first," said Fokler with
a lustful smile.

"What, Uncle?" asked Mirabelle innocently.

Hastily, Fokler unbuckled his pants, then shoved them down along with
his underwear, exposing his hardening penis. Mirabelle looked at the
slowly erecting cock curiously, then gazed up at the doctor
questioningly.

"I want you to suck your uncle's cock, honey," said Fokler intently.

"Okay," agreed Mirabelle without hesitation before she climbed off of
the tube dais and knelt in front of Fokler's crotch. Taking the old
man's member in her small, delicate hands, the nearly naked girl started
to rub the stiff rod, then leaned forward to lick the dripping head.
Sliding the lab coat off of Mirabelle's shoulders, Fokler stared at the
girl's firm breasts while he stroked her long, black hair. Mirabelle
slid the scientist's cock deeper into her mouth, letting it tickle the
back of her throat as she sucked lovingly on his meat. Fokler moaned
with pleasure as the beautiful, naked girl sucked his cock, her cheeks
tight with effort as she devoured his sensitive pole.

Backing away briefly, Mirabelle licked the head of the dick like a ice
cream cone, then slid her warm tongue across the shaft of the member.
Rubbing her face against the man's crotch, Mirabelle took the old man's
balls in her mouth one at a time, sucking wantonly on them as he groaned
in ecstasy. Fokler pressed the submissive girl's head against his
crotch, panting like a bellows as the horny young woman slid her moist
lips along his cock, then replaced it inside her small, tight mouth.
Mirabelle's head moved back and forth as Fokler fucked her red lips,
then he groaned with release as he shot his load into her open mouth.
Mirabelle laughed as she drank her "uncle's" cum, then she licked his
spent tool clean of jism.

"That was wonderful," groaned Dr. Fokler as he caressed Mirabelle's soft
lips with a finger. "You're a very, good girl."

"And you're very bad!!" declared Dr. Doom as he strode angrily into the
room.

"Mirabelle! Defend me!" screamed Fokler before he began fleeing to the
far end of the lab. Dr. Doom strode forward, intent on stopping the
renegade scientist, until the naked brunette girl stepped in front of
him.

"Out of the way, wench! I am your master!" commanded Doom while he
attempted to brush the girl away.

"No," replied Mirabelle as she pulled back her right arm and slammed her
small fist into Dr. Doom's chest. The green-cloaked super-villain was
hurled backwards into a steel-reinforced wall, creating a large
indentation as Dr. Fokler disappeared through a hatch. The nude young
woman pounced on Doom, smashing her fists into the prone dictator's
battle armor. Dents and tears appeared on Dr. Doom's suit, setting off
alarm displays on his digital HUD system. Doom slapped Mirabelle away
with a backhand from his left gauntlet, then rose unsteadily to his
feet. The super-powered girl recovered quickly from Doom's blow,
advancing slowly with both hands curled into fists. Raising his left
hand, Dr. Doom fired a eye-searing power blast, knocking Mirabelle into
a wall and leaving her dazed.

Running quickly to Fokler's exit, Doom opened the portal, then gazed
with anger as a Roman column dematerialized with a loud, groaning hum.

"The traitor built a dimensional TARDIS, how innovative," observed Doom
before he returned to the demolished laboratory.

Mirabelle sat against the wall, her long slim legs spread apart and
breasts heaving as she attempted to regain her breath. Activating a
computer sub-routine in his armor, Doom knelt in front of the naked girl
and grasped her head tightly with both of his gloved hands. A bright,
blue jolt assaulted Mirabelle as Doom scanned her mind and examined the
mental programming installed in her brain.

"Fokler altered my original programming, I see," muttered Dr. Doom as
computer displays of his slave's mind filled his vision. "Some of the
changes are.. interesting."

Three battle robots entered the lab with laser rifles, scanning the room
for enemies. Doom stood up and faced his mechanical creations.

"Take the girl to my chambers. Fit her with an inhibitor collar first,"
ordered Doom as he walked away from the moaning young woman.

***

Mirabelle lapsed into unconsciousness, then re-awoke upon a large, soft
bed. Looking around the lavish furnishings, the girl deduced that she
was in the rooms of her master, Dr. Doom. Groaning with pain, the
raven-haired girl rubbed her head with her right hand, then discovered
that her desire to serve Dr. Fokler was gone, she now wanted to please
Doom. Frowning with confusion, Mirabelle clasped the soft, white sheets
of the bed close to her naked body just as the armored dictator entered
the chamber and closed the door after himself.

"You are awake, excellent," said Doom as he walked to a nearby table and
poured himself a glass of red wine. "I plan to test your revised
programming before I send you to Metropolis."

Gazing with wide eyes, Mirabelle watched one of the most powerful and
evil men on Earth slowly remove his bulky power armor, revealing a thin,
heavily scarred human body. Returning the lovely girl's stare with his
own blood-shot, intense eyes, Dr. Doom moved to the foot of the bed,
then placed his hands on his the sides of his waist.

"Crawl to me, bitch," commanded Doom with a cold smile.

Feeling an intense desire to obey the naked tyrant, Mirabelle moved onto
her hands and knees, then crawled slowly and seductively to where her
master waited.

"Suck my penis, woman," growled Doom as he fondled her long, silky black
hair.

Leaning forward, Mirabelle licked the tip of Dr. Doom's hardening cock,
then wrapped her warm, red lips around the pulsing shaft. Moving back
and forth, the naked girl caressed Doom's tool with her mouth, allowing
his rod to slide deeply down her small throat. Moaning with pleasure,
Doom ran his scarred hands through Mirabelle's hair, caressing her skull
as he pumped his rod into the willing slave girl's mouth. The dominated
female ran her lips across the lower side of Doom's cock, then filled
her mouth with his large testicles, licking and sucking with wanton
desire to please her master.

Doom pushed Mirabelle onto her back, then spread her slim legs apart to
gaze lustfully at her raven-haired bush. Crushing the submissive girl's
tits with his strong hands, Doom knelt down to inhale his fucktoy's
female scent, then buried his mouth in her moist pussy. Mirabelle moaned
loudly as her vagina was ravished by Doom, his tongue licking and
probing her clenching slit until warm juices began to drip out. The
aroused villain groaned softly as he licked across the prone girl's
pussy from bottom to top, lapping up her honey like a starving man. He
sucked loudly on the folds of her labia, then rubbed her engorged clit
with his fingers until she moaned and grasped the sheets of the bed with
her hands.

"I've thought of the perfect code-name for you," remarked Doom as he
plunged two of his fingers into Mirabelle's tight cunt. "Since you share
Superman's lineage, I shall call you Supergirl. Delightful, isn't it?"

Mirabelle, now named Supergirl, moaned loudly and panted for air as an
orgasm built inside her crotch. Licking her red, moist lips, Supergirl
screamed with pleasure as warm fluid trickled out of her pussy into Dr.
Doom's open mouth. The dictator nuzzled inside his slave's vagina until
he had consumed all of her musky cream, then he licked up her flat
stomach and round breasts until he reached her open mouth, where he
inserted his tongue and feasted on her sweet lips.

***

Supergirl twirled around in her new costume, admiring her bare legs
beneath the short, pleated red skirt. She wore knee-length, red boots, a
red, knee-length cape, and a skintight blue tunic with a large, red/gold
"S" over her large, round breasts. Her small, pert nipples pressed
against the fabric of her costume as she grasped the hem of her cape and
spun around again.

"Stop playing, you're not a little girl before a stage show," rebuked
Dr. Doom as he entered the tower room where Supergirl waited.

"Forgive me, Lord Doom," apologized Supergirl sincerely with head
downcast.

"You are forgiven, my dark angel," replied the armored Doom as he
stroked his slave's left cheek with an iron-gloved hand. "Do you
remember your orders?"

"Yes, my lord. Fly to Metropolis and prepare the way for your armies,"
said the raven-haired girl.

"Good. Now go and destroy my enemies," ordered the evil despot while he
slowly backed away from his beautiful servant.

Bowing low at the waist, Supergirl bade her master farewell, then jumped
out of the tower's open window, shooting high into the clear, blue-hued
sky. With black hair and red cape billowing behind her, Supergirl flew
up into the upper atmosphere of the planet, then shot down towards the
eastern coast of North America, towards the large city of Metropolis.
Descending from the white, cotton-shaped clouds, Supergirl arrived above
Metropolis at night. Using her sharp X-Ray vision, Supergirl made note
of troop placements, defensive arrays, and major power and communication
relays.

After the Purging, no superheroes patrolled the vast city's streets and
neighborhoods, only weak human policemen with no heavy weapons or
high-tech devices. Smiling with pleasure, Supergirl prepared to attack a
computer-controlled, communications station when she discovered that
there was a super-powered individual remaining in Metropolis. A tall,
dark-haired woman stood at the summit of a skyscraper, dressed in a
golden halter-top and shiny red boots. Tight, blue panties with white
stars covered her shapely ass and crotch, while silver armbands
protected her wrists as a golden tiara sat upon her lovely head. A
glowing, golden rope hung from her small belt, and she appeared to be
the most beautiful woman that Supergirl had ever seen.

Moving from hover to full flight, Supergirl advanced towards the tanned,
muscled female, grinning with anticipation as she rose above the roofs
of several buildings, then hurled forward until she had line of sight of
the super-heroine. The blue and red garbed young woman was silent as a
hunter until she slammed into Wonder Woman's back, sending the surprised
female plummeting towards the street hundreds of feet below. Halting in
mid-air, Wonder Woman gazed up at the brightly dressed girl shooting
towards her, then reached for her glowing lasso. Supergirl fired her
heat vision, knocking Wonder Woman back into the wall of a nearby office
building. As the lovely amazon struggled to her feet, Supergirl flew
into the building and smashed into her stomach, sending her helplessly
through several walls until she emerged from the far outer wall and fell
with a crash into the hard asphalt. Brushing loose hair and dirt from
her face, Wonder Woman placed her red-nailed hands against the ground
and started to push herself up, but fell back as Supergirl hovered at
face level and kicked her with a boot-clad foot. Wonder Woman lay
stunned upon her back with arms and legs wide apart while Supergirl
descended gracefully to the street and walked towards her. Groaning with
pain, Wonder Woman struggled weakly and ineffectually as Supergirl
placed a heavy, metal collar around her slim neck.

"The collar inhibits your powers and makes you a weak as a mortal,"
informed Supergirl with a smile as she caressed Wonder Woman's smooth
shoulders. "Your body is mine, now."

"I belong to no one," retorted Wonder Woman before Supergirl slapped her
painfully across the face.

"You're mine, slut!" shouted Supergirl as she ripped off her prisoner's
halter-top, releasing the amazon's large, full breasts. "Those look
absolutely delicious!"

Pulling Wonder Woman to her feet by the arms, Supergirl dragged the
helpless woman to a nearby streetlamp, then threw up the golden lasso
and collected the end that fell to the ground. Tying Wonder Woman's
wrists together, Supergirl pulled down on the lasso until her prisoner
hung suspended in the air, her red boots dangling with her slim arms
above her head. Smiling with evil pleasure, Supergirl pulled off Wonder
Woman's blue panties, then fingered the helpless woman's cunt with two
delicate fingers.

"Stop! You can't do this!" objected Wonder Woman angrily, with just a
hint of fear.

"I can do whatever I want to you, whore," snarled Supergirl as she spun
the dangling super-heroine until her firm, naked ass was in view, then
slapped the exposed ass cheeks painfully.

Wonder Woman moaned and cried out as Supergirl slapped her bare ass,
making it cherry-red and sore from her beating. The bound woman moaned
and grinded her teeth together as her rump was abused and smacked, the
flesh ripe with bruises as Supergirl evenly spaced her hand slaps across
the tender, creamy skin. Despite the pain and humiliation, Wonder Woman
felt her pussy grow warm and wet with arousal from the spanking.
Smelling her helpless victim's excitement, Supergirl continued to slap
Wonder Woman's bottom with her right hand as she reached up with her
left hand to squeeze and pinch her victim's left breast. The brunette
woman moaned with uncontrollable ecstasy as Supergirl fondled her round
tits and spanked her tight ass. Frightened street walkers emerged from
alleys and cars, watching with wide, fascinated eyes as one of the few
remaining super heroes was ravished and spanked by this strange,
beautiful new super-villain.

Spreading Wonder Woman's ass cheeks apart, Supergirl leaned forward to
lick the amazon's dripping pussy, pressing her tongue firmly between the
engorged folds of the bound woman's labia. Diana groaned with sexual
pleasure, biting her lower lip lightly as her lovely tormentor plunged a
wet tongue deeply into her forbidden pleasure hole. Wonder Woman shook
and trembled with arousal as the golden lasso bit into her slender
wrists, pressing her hands together helplessly as Supergirl buried her
mouth in sweet, moist, cunt-flesh. Wonder Woman's tits heaved and fell
as she gasped for breath, her loud moans reverberating down the street
as her raven-haired captor licked across her slit, then sucked deeply on
her clit until she was gasping for release. With sweat dripping from her
naked body, Wonder Woman closed her eyes and groaned with pleasure as
her pussy orgasmed, spurting warm cum across the upraised face and lips
of Supergirl. The blue and red-garbed girl licked the sweet honey from
her red lips, then slapped Wonder Woman lightly on her red-bruised ass
as a large hover transport descended from the sky and landed on the
street. A large hatch opened, disgorging dozens of battle robots that
spread out and began to destroy power lines and major computer nodes.

"The party's over for now, cunt," said Supergirl as she lowered the
panting Wonder Woman to the ground, then tied the naked woman's arms
behind her back. "But once the city is secured, I'm going to fuck your
brains out."

Before Wonder Woman could respond, Supergirl pulled her head back by the
hair, then kissed her roughly on the mouth, forcing a tongue past her
slack lips. Wonder Woman moaned softly, totally submissive before the
raw power of Supergirl.

***

"This is Metropolis News with an urgent announcement. Armed robots under
the command of Dr. Doom have seized control of the city. Troop
emplacements have dug in at several key areas, controlling Metropolis'
water, power, and communications. The U.S. Army has been successfully
repulsed twice by huge powered suits and hover attack ships. Dr. Doom
issued a news release one hour ago," informed a tense woman with short,
blonde hair from the city's major television station.

"Metropolis is now under the benelovent rule of Dr. Doom. Any resistance
or attempt to leave the city will be met with lethal force. This is but
the first step in my eventual conquest of the United States of America.
With the death of this decadent nation's many super-powered terrorists,
I can now proceed to bring a peaceful and enlightened New Order to the
barbaric nations of the Earth. Submit or die," declared Dr. Doom proudly
before the camera returned to the blonde newswoman.

"The mayor of Metropolis has agreed to relinquish control of the city to
Dr. Doom and his robotic forces. Small firefights and acts of sabotage
have occurred throughout the city, but these desperate actions have been
swiftly put down by Doom's troops. The government of Metropolis urges
all of its citizens to remain calm and stay in their homes until
complete order has been restored under the new regime. All television
signals will be discontinued now," said the newswoman before every
television screen in Metropolis turned white with static.

***

"Everything is working perfectly. Nothing can stop me know," crowed Dr.
Doom before he raised a glass of wine to his mask and drank with relish.
Supergirl reclined upon a large, red-silk bed, idly runnning a finger
across her right thigh as she watched her master gloat at his success.
Wonder Woman knelt at the foot of the bed, a red, rubber ball gag in her
mouth with her arms bound behind her back by large, complex, metal
manacles. The beautiful amazon was completely naked except for her
knee-length, high-heeled red boots. Dr. Doom stopped ranting long enough
to look at his lovely prisoner, drinking in the beauty of her large,
round breasts and pink nipples. Wonder Woman watched her captor with
dread, helpless with her powers nullified by the metal collar around her
slim neck.

"As with every war, to the victor go the spoils," murmured Doom
menacingly before he drained his glass and approached the kneeling
woman. Wonder Woman cringed away from the evil warlord as he leaned down
to caress her left cheek with a cold, gauntleted hand.

"So pretty," whispered Doom just before he slapped Diana hard across the
face, making her lower lip bleed slowly. Supergirl rose to her knees
upon the bed, then grabbed Wonder Woman's bare shoulders and picked her
up from the floor. Dr. Doom removed his bulky power armor, then drew
close to the bound super-heroine and began squeezing her full tits
painfully. Diana moaned through the ball gag as Victor leaned down to
suck on her melons, biting her erect nipples until he broke the skin
with his teeth. Wonder Woman groaned loudly as Doom ravaged her breasts,
filling his mouth with her sweet flesh and sucking hungrily upon them.
Supergirl released the bulky manacles from Wonder Woman's wrists, then
raised the helpless woman's arms high above her head in order to fasten
her hands and lower arms in tight, leather restraints that completely
encased her limbs. Wonder Woman barely reached the floor with her toes
as Doom hugged her slim, naked body close to his own and feasted on her
tits, licking and sucking her warm orbs of flesh.

Supergirl removed the rubber ball gag in Wonder Woman's mouth, taking
the opportunity to kiss the bound woman wantonly on the mouth. Backing
away from Diana's sweet, red lips with a trail of saliva, Supergirl
inserted a dildo gag that completely filled Wonder Woman's mouth and
pressed deeply into her throat. Wonder Woman groaned and gagged with the
large, rubber cock in her warm mouth, but she found a way to keep
breathing as Dr. Doom licked down her flat, smooth stomach and reached
her private place. Spreading his fuck slave's slim, shapely legs apart,
Doom sniffed Wonder Woman's female scent, then licked across the surface
of her burning pussy. Diana moaned softly as Victor licked and sucked on
the folds of her labia, then suckled her pert clit. Wonder Woman
struggled and thrashed in her leather restraints while Doom nuzzled
inside of her vagina, probing lustfully into her tight fuckhole with his
wet tongue. Supergirl reached from behind Wonder Woman to cup the
helpless heroine's tits, squeezing and caressing her full breasts as
moans of unconscious pleasure escaped from behind the rubber cock. With
her sensuous, white-skinned body completely out of control, Wonder Woman
orgasmed with a shudder, releasing a stream of hot cream that Doom
devoured with starving relish.

Weak and slack-limbed, Wonder Woman did nothing to prevent the aroused
Dr. Doom from grabbing her bare legs and holding them apart as he stood
up, then pressed his crotch against her wet cunt. Moaning with eyes
closed, Diana couldn't watch as Doom shoved his erect cock into her
throbbing vagina, filling her void with his pole of hot meat. Supergirl
hugged Wonder Woman from behind and fondled the helpless woman's tits as
Doom pumped in and out of her black-haired bush, pushing his huge tool
into her stomach to caress her g-spot. Sweat dripped wetly from the
Amazon's body as her creamy skin grew flush with excitement, lust, and
sexual pleasure. Beyond caring, Wonder Woman moaned with desire,
clenching her firm ass and pushing her crotch against Doom's cock, needi
ng to feel his engorged penis inside her ravenous pussy. Warm juices
trickled out of Wonder Woman's cunt, lubricating Dr. Doom's cock as it
moved in and out of her tight slit as well as coating the flesh of her
firm, smooth inner thighs. Roaring with ecstasy, Dr. Doom shot his load
into Wonder Woman's belly, filling her womb with hot, boiling seed.
Diana moaned loudly with shame and pleasure as another orgasm exploded
in her brain, making her legs weak and her breasts heave inside
Supergirl's vice-like grip.

Panting for breath, Dr. Doom backed away from the gasping, naked body of
Wonder Woman, then lowered himself into a plush, leather chair to rest
from his enjoyable exertion. Supergirl quickly jumped off the bed and
knelt below Wonder Woman's pussy, licking the woman's honey and Doom's
semen with a catlike urgency and hunger. Diana groaned weakly, her body
completely limp and exhausted as she felt her cunt caressed and sucked
by Supergirl's sensuous red lips and tongue.

***

Dr. Doom re-donned his power armor after ravishing Wonder Woman, then
left the bedroom without another word. Two muscular robots entered the
room, grabbed Diana by the arms, and dragged her away to an isolated
cell. Flushed with sexual excitement, Supergirl wiped the thin sheen of
sweat from her smooth forehead, then reclined against the headboard of
the richly adorned bed. Spreading apart her slim legs, Mirabelle pulled
up the hem of her short, red, pleated skirt, exposing her wet-stained,
blue panties. Moaning softly, Supergirl rubbed the top of her throbbing
pussy with two long, slim fingers, caressing the sensitive flesh of her
labia through the thin fabric of her costume. Supergirl leaned back
against the headboard, closing her eyes and pursing her moist, red lips
as she fingered her warm cunt, enjoying the sensations of her vagina
clenching with lust. Mirabelle licked her red lips with her delicate
tongue, caressing her right breast wantonly until her hardened nipple
pressed tightly against her blue tunic. Female moans of pleasure filled
the bedroom as Supergirl pushed her dripping panties away from her hot
pussy and inserted two fingers into her tight fuckhole, probing deeply
into her moist flesh.

Oblivious in her overpowering lust, Supergirl failed to hear a loud
groaning pulse that heralded the arrival of Dr. Fokler's dimensional
TARDIS. Instead of a Roman pillar, a beautiful white wardrobe appeared
out of thin air, disgorging the elderly Fokler who was still dressed in
his wrinkled, white lab coat.

"I see that my programming is still operating," commented Fokler with a
leering grin as he watched Supergirl masturbate on the plush bed.

Gasping in surprise, Supergirl quickly moved her panties back in place,
then shoved her skirt down to cover her aroused condition. Chuckling
softly, Fokler approached the bed slowly as he withdrew a small,
hand-sized device from one of his large coat pockets.

"What are you doing here?" asked Supergirl with a frown. "When Lord Doom
finds out that you're here, he'll have you executed in seconds."

"I had to come back to reclaim my greatest creation, my life's work,"
replied Fokler with an intense gaze as he pointed the hand device at the
prone young woman. "This device will erase Doom's reprogramming and
restore the original parameters that I installed within you. You will
desire to serve only me."

Smiling in anticipation, Dr. Fokler pressed the activation button, then
waited for several moments as Supergirl lay quietly upon the bed.

"Who do you serve?" asked Fokler intently.

"Umm...nobody," replied Supergirl after a second of deep thought.

"What?! That's unacceptable," snarled the evil scientist before he began
manipulating his invention.

"So this is what free will is like," said Supergirl with a bright smile
before she leapt off the bed and stood before the engrossed Fokler. Just
as the scientist registered Mirabelle's proximity, she smacked the small
device from his hand, then grabbed the doctor by his thin neck.

"Release..me," wheezed Fokler as he clawed weakly at Supergirl's right
arm. With a thought, Supergirl tightened her grip, cutting off Fokler's
air supply.

"You may have created me, but you don't own me," hissed Mirabelle as she
watched Fokler's face turn blue and gaunt. Watching the doctor grow weak
and glassy-eyed, Supergirl flung the skinny scientist against the left
wall, then left him gasping on the floor as she swiftly walked out of
the room.

"Fucking, ungrateful bitch!" swore Fokler as he staggered to his feet
and shambled over to his TARDIS. "She'll kneel before me yet!" Climbing
back inside the wardrobe, Fokler re-activated his dimensional transport,
dematerializing with loud, reverberating groans.

Supergirl walked down several sterile, metallic passageways until she
entered a large observation room. A wide, glass window showed an awesome
view of Metropolis at night, with millions of lights illuminating the
warm blackness. Standing close to the cool glass, Supergirl saw that she
was aboard a large hover transport, apparently flying west across the
vast city.

"An inspiring sight, isn't it, slave?" inquired Dr. Doom as he strode
arrogantly into the room.

"I'm not your slave anymore, Doom," retorted Supergirl as she turned to
face the evil conquerer.

"Nonsense, all living things bow down to me," said Doom while he stood
in the center of the spacious chamber. "Now bow before me and worship me
as your god, like I programmed you to."

"No," refused Supergirl before she unleashed her heat vision, searing
away Dr. Doom's green tunic.

"A foolish decision," remonstrated Doom before he raised both hands and
fired two bolts of lethal energy. Supergirl dodged the blasts, which
smashed into the glass window and shattered it into millions of
glittering shards. The raven-haired girl shot forward with her super
speed, drawing close to Dr. Doom and slamming her right fist into the
armored villain's stomach. Doom grunted in pain, then returned her punch
with several of his own. Supergirl blocked and evaded with lightning
swift reflexes, then launched several blows that dented and tore Doom's
iron battle suit. Grabbing Dr. Doom's right gauntlet, Supergirl flung
him over her head and through the open window, plunging him hundreds of
feet below. Diving after her enemy, Supergirl flew down into Metropolis'
tall towers, eventually finding Doom climbing out of a large crater
smashed into the street. Supergirl fired her heat vision again,
disintegrating Dr. Doom's green cloak and hood. Clad only in his
iron-gray armor, Doom fired dozens of power blasts, smashing windows and
walls apart from nearby buildings, but missing his agile foe.

Landing lightly on her red boots, Supergirl swayed over to the wary
Doom, then blurred from view as she ran behind him and crushed his
helmeted head in a vice-like grip. Dr. Doom struggled and bucked as
Supergirl smashed his masked face into the asphalt, snarling with rage
as she remembered her humiliating servitude.

High in the air, Doom's hovercraft came under fire from dozens of
American jet fighters, explosions littering the sky as missiles slammed
into the large airship's hull. With a loud groan, the transport tilted
down and fell, smashing across several tall skyscrapers before impaling
into the street and grinding to a halt.

Distracted by the crash, Supergirl slackened her hold long enough for
Dr. Doom to escape and run towards his crippled ship. The dark-haired
super-heroine watched Doom stagger in his damaged battle armor, then
frowned angrily as two crippled robots dragged an unconscious and
bleeding Wonder Woman out of the wreckage. Dr. Doom seized the manacled,
gagged body of Diana, then spun to face Supergirl.

"You may have gained your freedom and taken my city, but you won't
possess this beautiful prize," roared Dr. Doom before a searing blast of
flame erupted from behind, propelling him and the helpless Wonder Woman
high into the dark sky and out of sight. Supergirl bent her bare legs
and prepared to give chase, but a sickly green ray slammed into her
back, sending her staggering to her knees with weakness. Raising her
head with all of her remaining strength, Supergirl watched a strange,
pepper-pot shaped device slide forward and aim a stick-like protrusion
at her.

"Incapacitate! Incapacitate!" shrilled the alien before it shot
Supergirl repeatedly with its deadly Kryptonite beam.

***

"The Fortress is finally repaired and online. I've added some new
security systems and a shield generator," said Zarn proudly to his two
cohorts.

"Excellent. Now we have a secure base of operations to implement our
conquest of Earth from," replied General Zod as he manipulated a crystal
control console.

"I'm glad that we're finally going to leave this place and see some
action!" declared the lovely, young Ursa from her ice-composed throne.

"You'll be seeing plenty of action, my dear," re-assured Zod just as a
crystal alarm turned red and pulsed urgently.

"Starships have assumed orbit around Earth," said Zarn as he activated a
crystal and created a holographic display on the far wall of the
chamber.

"It seems that others have plans similar to our own," muttered Zod with
a cold smile.

"So much the better."

CHAPTER 02: ALIEN'S TOY

Mirabelle awoke with a burning headache. The raven-haired girl squeezed
her eyes shut, moaning in pain until she realized her position. She was
restrained within a large, metal inhibitor device, her arms and legs
spread apart and restrained by bulbous steel manacles. The heroine still
wore her costume: blue, snug tunic with the red/gold "S" across her
ample breasts, short, red skirt, and shiny, red boots. Mirabelle licked
her full, red lips nervously, looking around the spacious, sterile
observation room she was imprisoned within. Supergirl lay still,
detecting a dull throbbing that indicated she was on a starship of some
kind. Before she could ponder this data further, a hatch slid open,
disgorging two pepper-pot shaped, mechanical beings, followed by one
humanoid cyborg with a muscular physique and a corpse-pale, bald human
head. The cyborg walked up to Supergirl, gazing appreciatively at her
round tits and slim, shapely legs. A blue eye perched on the cyborg's
forehead, glowing with a pulsing, azure light as he leaned forward close
to the bound girl's face.

"I am Davros," said the cyborg simply.

"Let me go!" demanded Mirabelle sharply.

"I cannot do that," replied Davros as he raised his massive, mechanical
arms and slid his clawed hands across Supergirl's heaving chest.
Mirabelle's eyes widened in apprehension and loathing as she helplessly
watched the cyborg fondle her full breasts, squeezing and kneading them
painfully.

"I must examine you thoroughly, then you shall become like me,"
whispered Davros while a thin trickle of drool dripped from his chin
onto his large, cold chestplate.

"No! Leave me alone!" shouted Supergirl as she vainly struggled in her
manacles, twisting her head from side to side in helpless protest.

Davros giggled cruelly before he ripped apart Supergirl's tunic,
revealing her round, creamy tits and pink nipples. Mirabelle gasped in
surprise, then groaned in denial as the cyborg raised her short skirt
and tore off her thin, blue panties.

"Please, don't," whimpered Supergirl as tears glimmered in her bright,
blue eyes.

The cyborg didn't listen, but instead drew close to suckle on the
helpless girl's pert breasts. Supergirl sobbed as she felt the alien's
cold, slimy mouth latch onto her right breast, sucking and licking her
warm flesh until her nipple grew hard with excitement. Mirabelle panted
softly, her eyes tightly shut as Davros moved from one tit to another,
sucking loudly on her sweet skin until both breasts were dripping with
slick saliva.

"Ummm, good," muttered Davros as he tasted Supergirl's flesh, licking
down her flat stomach with a long, glistening tongue until he passed her
belly button and reached her slim waist. As Supergirl trembled in
disgust, the cyborg raised her skirt, nuzzling her mound of black pubic
hair while his tongue slid inside her moist pussy.

"Uhhh...nnno," moaned Mirabelle as she felt Davros mouth caress her
cunt, his tongue probing deeply into her clenching vagina. Sweat
glimmered on Supergirl's forehead as she fought the erotic excitement
building in her crotch. She hung limply by her manacled arms, her long,
black hair falling down her bare back and chest as her breasts rose and
fell with her gasps. Davros reached behind Supergirl, squeezing her
firm, round ass with his metal claws as he rubbed his face against the
bound girl's pussy. Mirabelle moaned loudly, licking her moist, red lips
with her small tongue as an orgasm grew within her womb.

"Ahhh, ahhh," groaned Supergirl as her crotch pumped onto Davro's long
tongue, her pussy tight and hot as trickles of cream dripped into the
cyborg's waiting mouth. Davros purred with relish, lapping her honey as
it poured out in greater and greater quantities.

"Nooo!" panted the nearly naked superheroine as her orgasm consumed her,
forcing a stream of slick fluid out of her slit and onto the cyborg's
parched skin.

"Delicious," commented Davros as he licked Supergirl's pussy, sampling
her sticky cream until her pink labia was clean and dry. Mirabelle
shuddered in her restraints, disgusted at Davros for raping her, and
angry at herself for being aroused by his ravishing. The cyborg drew
back, allowing an access panel in his crotch to slid open. Several
large, bulging tentacles shot out, tipped with engorged, phallic heads.

"Please, no," said Supergirl with wide eyes as the tentacles snaked
forward, twisting lewdly in the air until they touched the bound girl's
warm skin. Two tentacles slid around Supergirl's thighs, caressing her
flesh wantonly until the heads reached her womanhood. One tentacle slid
between her heaving breasts, advancing relentlessly, then wrapping
snugly around her slim neyes widened in apprehension and loathing as she
helplessly watched the cyborg fondle her full breasts, squeezing and
kneading them painfully.

"I must examine you thoroughly, then you shall become like me,"
whispered Davros while a thin trickle of drool dripped from his chin
onto his large, cold chestplate.

"No! Leave me alone!" shouted Supergirl as she vainly struggled in her
manacles, twisting her head from side to side in helpless protest.

Davros giggled cruellions of glittering shards. The raven-haired girl
shot forward with her super speed, drawing close to Dr. Doom and
slamming her right fist into the armored villain's stomach. Doom grunted
in pain, then returned her punch with several of his own. Supergirl
blocked and evaded with lightning swift reflexes, then launched several
blows that dented and tore Doom's iron battle suit. Grabbing Dr. Doom's
right gauntlet, Supergirl flung him over her head and through the open
window, plunging him hundreds tacles began to pump faster, shoving
painfully back and forth inside Supergirl's pussy and butthole. The
raven-haired girl appeared to be riding a bucking horse as the members
under her skirt impaled themselves inside her yielding body. The
tentacle in Mirabelle's mouth shifted, making her head look towards the
ceiling as it slid between her warm, red lips. Her saliva coated the
shaft of the pole as it approached release, then popped out of her mouth
to spew purple cum across her face and naked tits. Supergirl sputtered
and gasped for breath, unconsciously licking the sticky fluid from her
lips and chin. The superheroine's waist shuddered as the members in her
vagina and ass ejaculated, filling her orifaces with hot cream.
Supergirl moaned loudly, her own body trembling as an orgasm assaulted
and burned her brain. The ravished girl collapsed in her manacles, her
muscles limp and exhausted from her sexual battle with the cyborg.
Davros stumbled on his metal feet, retrieving his dripping tentacles,
then moving close to kiss Supergirl lustfully on her wet mouth. The
dark-haired girl moaned in protest, helpless as the powerful cyborg
licked and sucked loudly on her delicate, sweet-tasting lips.

"You are mine now, slut," proclaimed Davros as he retrieved a
restraining collar from a nearby table, then de-activated the inhibitor
field surrounding the sweaty, cum-soaked superheroine. Supergirl's eyes
flashed dangerously, then she quickly ripped away the manacles that held
her wrists in place.

"Impossible!" exclaimed the cyborg as he hastily backed away from the
escaping young woman. Supergirl tore off the bulky manacles binding her
ankles, then smoothed down her stained, red skirt.

"You're mine," snarled Supergirl as she shot forward, batting away
Davros' clawed hands as she reached for the cyborg's vulnerable throat.

Davros' choked and gasped out as Mirabelle clenched her hands around his
neck and squeezed like an irresistable vice. The cyborg's dry skin
turned blue as its brain collected less and less oxygen. The two robotic
guards slid forward, brandishing lethal Kryptonite blasters until
Supergirl turned her head and unleashed her heat vision. The armored
units squawked as their metallic skins grew hot and melted. The slimy
brains inside the suits bubbled and burst as the temperature grew too
hot for them, allowing the enraged heroine to concentrate on her
ravager. Supergirl snarled in fury, crushing Davros' neck, then flinging
his limp body against an unyielding bulkhead. With breasts bare and
rising like a bellows, Mirabelle shot forward into the air, smashing
through walls until she escaped from the orbiting warship. Hovering over
the northern hemisphere, Supergirl fired her heat beams, destroying the
vessel's engines, then firing another burst into the listing ship's
bridge. Releasing her anger, Mirabelle cut a molten swath across the
broadside of the warship, opening the interior to open space. Helpless
battle units rose into the void, their weapons limbs twitching
pathetically as their organic components died in the bitter cold.

Supergirl flew down towards Earth as the invading warship exploded like
a rotten fruit, expanding into a cloud of fiery plasma and melted alloy.


***

Mirabelle walked out of the hotel room's bathroom, drying her long,
black hair with a towel as she sat down upon the bed and allowed her
sore body to relax. Reclining against the bed's headboard, the naked
girl flicked on the TV with the remote.

"The alien invaders who recently attacked several US cities have
retreated into space. Observers report that their flagship was destroyed
by some unknown force, which some people say could only be Supergirl,
one of mankind's few remaining super-powered guardians. Supergirl has
not been seen since the aliens' attack of Metropolis, so it is very
likely that the beautiful superheroine is responsible for saving
humanity. In other news, three super-powered villains have attacked
major cities in Canada, making their way south in a great wave of
destruction and death. US Military sources say that two of the criminals
appear to be General Zod and Ursa, renegade Kryptonians that almost
conquered the entire planet several years ago. We can only hope that
Supergirl learns of this new attack and can somehow stop three of her
evil brethren."

CHAPTER 03: INTO THE LION'S TEETH

Supergirl landed in front of the decayed, abandoned Justice League
building. It was early in the morning, the sun just barely peeking over
the horizon as the raven-haired girl quickly climbed the stairs of the
once inspiring Hall dressed only in the tatters of her uniform as well
as a fluffy, white robe that she had liberated from the cheap motel she
had stayed in. Mirabelle reached the twenty-foot tall doors, sealed with
huge slabs of duralloy. Checking behind her to make sure no one was
watching, the slim young woman grasped the bottom edge of one panel,
then easily bent the metal until she had enough space to slide under.

The interior of the League Hall was dark, the silence broken by
Supergirl's red boots as she advanced deeper into the structure, her
enhanced sight scanning the area for threats or signs of life. Dust and
spiderwebs coated and clung to every surface, forcing the superheroine
to leave obvious bootprints upon the filth-encrusted floor. Mirabelle
payed the dust no mind, intent on finding a wardrobe with suitable
attire. Searching the Hall for nearly an hour, Supergirl finally found a
closet with several of Superman's uniforms. Taking a suit that hung from
a metal hanger, Mirabelle carried it with her until she found a dressing
kit within a dark supply room. Walking into the Hall's meeting chamber,
Supergirl sat down in one of the dust-covered, padded chairs, then
proceeded to alter the blue suit until it conformed to her female
physique. Letting the white robe slide from her smooth, white shoulders,
Supergirl tugged on the tight, blue tunic, then swirled the red cape
across her back. The superheroine's short, red skirt was tattered and
frayed, but it covered her ass and crotch, if just barely. Mirabelle
pulled on a new pair of blue panties, then spun around to admire her
restored uniform. Smiling in satisfaction, Supergirl walked confidently
to a shattered skywindow, then shot swiftly into the air, leaving
Metropolis far below as she flew north to Canada.

***



General Zod stood upon the misty cliff, watching the buildings of
Niagara flare and burn in the distance. A short distance away, Ursa and
Zarn gazed at the roaring splendor of Niagara Falls.

"We waste time here. We should be flying to Washington D.C. to retake my
domain from the weak Earthlings," muttered Zod sharply.

"You rushed into things last time, and look what happened to you,"
admonished Zarn as he continued to watch the falling columns of frothing
water. "It's better to advance slowly, see if any super-powered entities
try to stop us before we move in and seize control of this planet's
governing bodies. Once all significant resistance has been dealt with,
we can dominate the indiginous lifeforms at our leisure."

"Sounds reasonable," agreed Ursa with a nod.

"This isn't a group decision! I lead and you two follow!" spat Zod as he
spun to face his companions.

"Of course, General," soothed Zarn as he also turned to face the black
and grey-haired Kryptonian.

Both men faced off, staring coldly at each other as Ursa watched them in
amusement, until a colorful speck began approaching from the south.

"Something's coming," warned Zod, who was standing towards the flying
object.

"What is it?" asked Zarn as he followed the General's gaze.

"It's looks like a humanoid," replied Ursa with slitted eyes before twin
ruby beams shot from the object and slammed into the cliffside beneath
the trio. Ursa gasped in surprise, falling limply towards the churning
basin at the foot of Niagara Falls. As the young woman disappeared into
the mist, Zod and Zarn took to the air, attempting to flank their
unknown attacker from both sides. Ruby beams spat out again, hitting
Zod's chest and forcing him helplessly backwards. Zarn fired his own
heat beams, forcing Supergirl to dive and evade several bursts of
bright, red light. The raven-haired girl shot forward, smashing into
Zarn's stomach and propelling him high into the upper reaches of the
atmosphere. General Zod slid up behind Supergirl, wrapping her arms
within his vice-like grip.

"I see you wear the son of Jor-El's sigil and colors, a very bad choice
in attire," hissed Zod before he tightened his grip upon Supergirl's
torso. Mirabelle groaned softly in pain, her lovely face furrowed in a
grimace as she tried to break free of the villain's hold. General Zod
smiled viciously, enjoying the girl's pain as Zarn emerged from a cloud
bank and arrowed down towards the struggling female. Noticing the second
super-villain charging towards her, Supergirl slid down unexpectedly,
allowing Zarn to crash into Zod and send them both flailing towards the
thunderous Falls.

Supergirl grinned wickedly, gloating over her cunning maneuver until
Ursa grabbed her by the hair, then punched her full in the face. The
red-skirted heroine fell bonelessly onto a clifftop, punching a small
crater into the ground with her impact. The dark-haired girl pushed
herself onto her hands, tossing her head from side to side to clear her
blurry vision. Ursa landed next to the prone heroine, then kicked her
viciously in the stomach. Supergirl moaned with pain, clutching her
bruised stomach until Ursa slammed a boot into the side of her head.
Supergirl fell onto her back, arms and legs spread apart weakly as she
fought to retain consciousness.

"Excellent work, Ursa," praised General Zod as he landed softly on his
feet, then walked forward to stand over the helpless young woman. Zarn
landed behind the General, then advanced to stand next to Supergirl's
booted feet.

"We should kill her now, while she's hurt and senseless," said the
scientist dispassionately.

"No, my friend. It would be a shame to destroy such a beautiful bauble,"
replied Zod with a laviscious grin.

"As long as you don't get too attached to it," remarked Ursa acidly.

"Of course not, my dear. You will always be my consort," re-assured Zod
as he knelt down next to Supergirl's head, then pulled it up by a
handful of long, black hair. The pale-skinned dictator leaned down to
kiss the battered girl's soft, red lips, lewdly caressing them with his
clammy mouth before he reached forward to fondle one of her round
breasts. Supergirl moaned softly, her eyes unfocused and glazed as Zod
pulled off her tunic, revealing her white, full tits. The General bent
down to suck hungrily on her pink nipples while Zarn knelt inbetween her
outspread legs and snapped off her panties. Raising the helpless girl's
red skirt, Zarn rubbed her dark-haired pussy with the fingers of his
right hand, caressing her sensitive, pink flesh until it grew moist with
arousal. Zod pressed Supergirl's wrists above her head, pinning them
firmly to the ground as he slavered across both of her pert mounds. Ursa
sat down a short distance away from the two rapists, spreading out her
own slim legs and rubbing her crotch with excitement.

Supergirl moaned as Zod sucked loudly on her warm tits, biting the hard,
erect nipples, then filling his mouth with her saliva-slick flesh. The
tyrant rubbed his fingers across Mirabelle's pouty lips, making her suck
wantonly on the digits and use her delicate, pink tongue. Zarn slid two
fingers into the raven-haired girl's pussy, probing deeply inside her
vagina until it grew wet and dripping with fluid. Supergirl's crotch
thrust out uncontrollably, her cunt hungry for the hard, long
finger-poles that impaled into her womb. Zod kissed Mirabelle
passionately on the lips, entwining her tongue with his own, exchanging
saliva as he explored her yielding mouth thoroughly. Supergirl moaned
weakly, her eyes closed as she felt her body probed and fondled by the
two aroused men. Zarn pumped his two fingers in and out of Supergirl's
cunt, his digits glistening with her honey as he slid deeper into her
clenching vagina. The prone girl's legs were weak and limp as the
villain knelt between them, licking her throbbing labia and soft, inner
thighs. Ursa panted loudly, her fingers underneath her black panties as
she explored her own pussy with two long, sharp-nailed fingers. Moans
and grunts of sexual pleasure echoed across the Falls as the two men
pleasured themselves with Supergirl's prone, stunned body.

General Zod released his engorged cock from his black jumpsuit, rubbing
the hot meat across Supergirl's slack lips and nose before sliding the
throbbing fuckpole into the helpless girl's warm mouth. Mirabelle
groaned loudly in protest, her mouth filled with slick cock as Zod began
pushing deeply down her throat. Zarn rubbed Supergirl's anus with
another finger of his busy right hand, then pushed it slowly into the
trembling girl's asshole. The naked young woman grunted loudly in
surprise and pain, her tight asscheeks rising into the air as Zarn
pumped forcefully in and out of her pussy and asshole. The man's three
fingers were merciless as they punched into the moaning girl's orifaces,
making her crotch and ass burn with unholy pleasure until she was
thrashing in helpless ecstasy. Zod's cock filled Supergirl's mouth, her
moist, red lips caressing his meat lovingly as his pole slid in and out
of her tight throat. The General fondled Mirabelle's beautiful, round
tits until an orgasm made him shudder. Hot cum spurted from Zod's cock
and down Supergirl's throat, making her choke as she drank the bitter,
viscous cream. The dark-haired girl experienced her own orgasm soon
after Zod's, her pussy trembling wildly as warm honey spilled from her
vagina onto Zarn's probing fingers. The scientist eagerly licked and
sucked Supergirl's cream from her thighs and slit, then rubbed his
fingers against her cunt one more time before licking her juices from
his warm fingers.

Both men retreated from Supergirl's gasping body, each of them drained
by their sexual domination of the young woman. As Zod closed his eyes
with fatigue, Mirabelle grasped a sharp-edged rock, then raised her left
arm high before slamming the stone deeply into the General's chest. Zod
gurgled in agony, blood frothing from his pale lips as he stumbled to
his feet, then staggered backwards over the cliff into the merciless
waters of the Falls.

"No!" screamed Ursa as she tore her fingers away from her dripping
pussy, shooting to her feet and gazing fearfully over the cliff's edge.
Supergirl stumbled to her feet, then smashed her booted foot into Zarn's
surprised face. Flesh and bone splintered and tore,

making Zarn scream in agony as the dark-haired superheroine grabbed a
fistful of his black hair, then pushed his skull loudly into the hard
ground. The sound of wet flesh reverberated across the Falls as
Supergirl coldly smashed the scientist's groaning head again and again
into the unyielding earth. Mirabelle slowly rose to her feet, her right
hand dripping with Zarn's thick, sticky blood. The superheroine turned
to regard Ursa, who backed away from the cliff, then spun to stare at
Supergirl with undisguised horror.

"You won't get me!" swore the black-haired young woman before she hurled
into the air and disappeared amongst the grey, water-laiden clouds.

Tired and emotionally spent, Supergirl plopped down on the ground,
staring vaguely at the dead bodies of Zod and Zarn before a cold rain
began to fall over the area. Mirabelle limply grabbed her tunic, then
slid the thin fabric over her naked breasts. She smoothed her red skirt,
covering her bare cunt as best she could, then sat in silence, letting
the chilly water cleanse the dark blood from her hands.

***

"The satellites have finished their sweeps, my lord," reported a tech
officer as he nervously adjusted his uniform collar.

"Are they dead?" rumbled the deep-toned voice of Doctor Doom.

"Affirmative, both male aliens have been eliminated by Supergirl,"
replied the tech.

"The female?"

"The Kryptonian known as Ursa managed to escape. Do you wish her
pursued?"

"No. She is of no consequence anymore," dismissed Doom with a negligent
wave of his armored hand. "Instruct all Castle defense stations to go to
red alert."

"Why? If I may ask," inquired the tech weakly.

"Because, now that the robot invaders and the Kryptonians have been
dealt with, Supergirl will turn her attention here. After all, I do have
her friend as my guest," answered Dr. Doom before he lowered his
gauntleted left hand and stroked Wonder Woman's rich, glossy, black
hair.

CHAPTER 04: THE LION'S DEN

Supergirl left Niagara Falls behind, flying north until she found the
Fortress of Solitude. Overwhelming Zarn's forcefield, the raven-haired
girl gained entrance to the crystalline structure, then searched it
thoroughly. Within a small, hidden compartment in the master bedroom,
Mirabelle found several spare uniforms cached by Superman. Adjusting the
tunics again, Supergirl replaced her own soaking blue tunic, then slid
on clean panties to cover her naked cunt. Clasping a new red cape to her
shoulders, the heroine combed out her long, black tresses, then gulped
down a mug of steaming hot chocolate before leaving her new home and
soaring west in a blur of motion.

***

"Supergirl has entered our airspace," reported a scanner tech within the
dim war room.

"Scramble airbots. Instruct them to intercept and destroy the intruder,"
rumbled Dr. Doom as he sat in a high-backed chair and sipped warm tea.

"Airbots alerted. They're launching now," informed a tactical officer
calmly.

Dr. Doom drank from a delicate porcelain cup, studying the tactical
computer screens as they reported Supergirl's advance into his realm.
Turning the throne-like chair to the left, Dr. Doom remotely activated a
wall screen, focusing his gaze as it glowed with activity. Wonder Woman
was lying on the cold, metal floor of a cell, naked and helpless as two
human guards held her down and raped her luscious body. A thick, iron
collar inhibited the heroine's abilities, allowing one guard to force
his thick cock into her slack mouth as the other guard pumped his rod
into her tight pussy. Doom watched in purile amusement as one of the men
held Wonder Woman's legs in the air, licking her soft thighs as he
shoved his tool deeply into her belly. The dark-haired woman's breasts
jiggled erotically as her moist, red lips caressed and stroked the other
guard's penis, her tongue pressed against the throbbing shaft as the man
pushed his meat into her throat. He grabbed a handful of her rich, black
hair, yanking painfully on her mane as he rubbed his crotch against her
bare face.

Doom turned away from the monitor just as the guards moved Wonder Woman
onto her hands and knees, one man fucking her round ass while another
grabbed her head with both hands and rammed his pole past her sensuous
lips. Regarding the large tactical screen, Dr. Doom's brown eyes widened
in surprise as he studied the update of the battle.

***

Supergirl spun to the side, avoiding several bright powerblasts fired by
rocket-propelled robots. She fired her own heat beams, slashing open the
chests of two airbots, then kicked apart a third that tried to flank
her. Fiery spheres surrounded the beautiful young woman, the remains of
dozens of bots that had attempted to assault her. Diving sharply towards
Doom's castle, Supergirl's red cape fluttered behind her as she quickly
approached the ancient fortress. Laser cannons turned to lock their aim
upon her, firing searing blue beams of focused light at the lithe
heroine. Supergirl dodged, spun and twisted to avoid the powerful
lasers, retaliating with her own eyebeams and destroying several turret
emplacements.

Landing on an empty battlement, Supergirl spun to face a rising missile
battery that slid open and belched a cloud of heat-seeking
mini-missiles. Detonations surrounded the girl, knocking her back and
burning her tough skin until she fell into the open courtyard below.
Stunned and weak, Supergirl looked up as the main doors of the castle
yawned open, releasing a squad of battlebots with large plasma rifles.
The dark-haired girl staggered to her feet, melting three with her heat
vision, then hurling the rest away with a brief blast of air from her
mouth. Robots slammed and were crushed against the stone walls of the
keep, their circuits destroyed and sparking as the slim young woman
walked confidently up the entrance steps and into the wide entry hall.

***

Doom rose from his chair, the tea cup falling from gloved fingers to
shatter on the stone floor. Explosions and dull thunder shook the war
room as Supergirl destroyed anyone who got in her way. The lights and
consoles flickered weakly, then completely died as the heroine ripped
apart the castle's main generators. Dr. Doom switched on his powersuit's
infra-red vision, watching silently as the officers and techs babbled in
fear and confusion. The armored dictator climbed down from the command
dais, leaving his minions with a swirl of his green cloak. Dr. Doom
walked down pitch-black passageways, making his way to a single cell
deep within the bowels of the fortress. The villain dismissed the two
grinning guards from their posts, then unsealed the thick, reinforced
door. Wonder Woman remained on the floor, her naked body slick with
sweat and drying cum. The woman's bare breasts rose and fell with her
breathing, her arms and legs spread apart limply as she slept in
exhausted repose. Doom advanced into the small room, leaning down to
pick up Wonder Woman by the hair and pull the groaning female to her
shaky feet.

"What...what's going on?" asked Diana as she grimaced in pain.

"Your bitch of a friend, Supergirl, is coming to rescue her lovely
compatriot," replied Doom bitterly. "Hope that your life means a great
deal to the cunt, or else you die here, naked and covered in male
filth."

Before the wobbly heroine could reply, Supergirl appeared at the
entrance to the cell, her eyes glowing faintly with her enhanced sight.

"Let Wonder Woman go," ordered Supergirl coldly.

"Why should I?" retorted Doom. "What's in it for me?"

"You'll die quickly if you cooperate," said the raven-haired girl before
she shot forward, grabbing Dr. Doom's right arm and twisting it
savagely. Doom screamed in agony as his arm broke like a twig, his limp
fingers releasing Wonder Woman's long hair. As Diana fell bonelessly to
her knees, Supergirl swung Doom off his feet and out the cell door,
where he slammed into the steel wall of the passageway. Grunting in
agony, Dr. Doom staggered to his feet, cradling his bent appendage
tenderly.

"You'll suffer for this, wench!" spat Doom before he began running down
the dark hallway.

"Stay here, Diana," ordered Supergirl as she stroked the sobbing woman's
wet hair, her eyes soft with worry before they hardened with grim
resolve. Running with a burst of super-speed, Mirabelle raced after the
warlord, her cape and long hair billowing in her rush to catch the evil
tyrant. She caught up with Doom in the main hallway, just within sight
of the castle's open doors.

"Doom!" shouted Supergirl before she launched into the air, slamming
into the villain's back and crushing him to the carpeted floor. Dr. Doom
spun around, smashing an iron-gloved fist into her delicate jaw.
Supergirl ignored the blow, punching several times into Doom's armored
chest. Reinforced iron bent and twisted under the girl's assault,
circuits and command relays crushed and severed with each hit from a
dainty fist.

"Doom cannot be defeated!" shouted the warlord as he slammed his gloved
fists again and again into Supergirl's face. The young woman dodged some
of the jabs, but appeared unfazed as she continued to pound and tear
apart Dr. Doom's breastplate. The villain's HUD disappeared from his
mask's visor, the battlesuit he wore too badly damaged to operate
anymore. Supergirl picked up the powerless super-villain, throwing him
against a nearby wall until his ribs shattered loudly and painfully. The
snarling girl tossed Dr. Doom away like an empty papercup, watching him
fall limply to the floor and lay unmoving, a broken doll in her sight.

***

Supergirl carried Wonder Woman's robe-wrapped body within her strong,
slim arms. UN soldiers swarmed over the castle, arresting Doom's lackeys
and de-activating the dictator's many remote-controlled defensive
systems. The warlord himself lay upon an ambulance stretcher, his armor
removed as medical personnel bandaged his broken body before wheeling it
into a waiting ambulance. A squad of armored, well-trained guards
escorted the screaming vehicle to a secure medical facility, a place
where Doom would heal before facing a world court for his many crimes
against Earth. Supergirl smiled softly in satisfaction, then rose slowly
into the air with her unconscious passenger.

THE END