A few months back, this story appeared on this newsgroup.
Sorry, but I had to write a sequel, my heroes have to win!
All credit to the original author.

Disclaimer,
Hey, if you are reading stories on this group, it is your own fault if you
are shocked !

1. The Capture

    At first it seemed just like one of those average nights. Supergirl
was patrolling in the sky above Metropolis when she heard someone crying
out for help. Following the source, she landed in a dimly-lit alley
where she saw a middle-aged man, dressed smartly in a business suit,
being held up by three men in ski-masks. "Help!" the man shouted when he
saw Supergirl. "Shut up!" One of the men raised his arm as if he was
about to hit him with the butt of his gun. "Stop!" His two companions
pointed their guns at Supergirl just when she was about to jump upon
them. "Oh, give me a break," Supergirl thought to herself. Crooks just
have to do that, no matter how well-known it is that bullets can't hurt
her. "Let that man go!" She said firmly, "before you do anything that
you'll regret...very soon!"
    She almost sighed when one of the men aimed at her and fired twice.
Then, slightly surprised at how silent the gun was, she looked and saw
that instead of bullets, two darts were fired at her. Just as well, she
thought as she tried to block the shots with her arms. "Ouch!" she cried
out, less because of the pain than the surprise that the two darts could
actually hurt her. She looked down and saw that each of her forearms was
pierced by a dart. The wound was not deep, and as she was about to pull
the darts out a weakness swept her over. Kryptonite! Supergirl thought
in horror as she struggled to steady herself by leaning against the
wall. The three men were now approaching, leaving the business man
behind, who was now laughing victoriously. "It worked!" he exclaimed,
"marvelous!" "Stay away!" Supergirl cried out with her remaining
strength. "And what are you going to do if we don't? You stupid cunt!"
One of the men said. Yes, I was stupid, Supergirl scolded herself before
she finally collapsed onto the ground.
    The three men surrounded Supergirl cautiously. One of them took out
a pair of metal cuffs and attached them to her wrists, binding her arms
behind her back. The cuffs must be made of Kryptonite too, as she was
feeling even weaker now, barely able to keep herself conscious. Although
she was already totally defenseless, the man still took out a long metal
chain and began to wind it around her body. "Oh...." Supergirl could not
suppress her moan as she felt her strength being drained from her. "Get
her into the van, quick!" The man in the suit said as he approached. As
the men grabbed her Supergirl could see a van parked at the end of the
alley. The doors at the back opened, but she couldn't see who's inside.
"It is marvelous, isn't it?" the man in the suit said as they carried
her towards the van. "Perrrfect, just perrrrfect..." Supergirl heard a
familiar voice answer before she finally passed out.

    When Supergirl came around she found herself in what looked like a
lab. She was lying on the floor, with her arms still cuffed behind her
back. Much to her horror, her tunic was gone, and she was now totally
naked except for the chain wound around her body. They must have
tightened it after removing her tunic, as she could now feel it
squeezing her tightly, forcing her firm breasts to stand out even more.
Then the door of the room opened. Looking up, she saw the three men
walking in. They were not longer wearing masks, and Supergirl blushed as
she saw their lustful expression as they eyed her body hungrily.
Following them was the man in the suit, accompanied by--as Supergirl
expected--Catwoman.
    "So how's our lovely crime-fighter doing?" Catwoman purred. "Let,
let me go!" Supergirl shouted angrily. She knew that this was a useless
thing to say, but being chained-up all naked in front of her enemies,
she felt totally vulnerable and unsure of herself. "Go? Why? You've just
arrived! Don't you like it here?" Catwoman asked in mocked surprise.
"No!" Supergirl retorted. "Oh, I'm soooooo sorry!" Catwoman said. "C'mon
guys, go make our guest comfortable." At her words the three men grabbed
Supergirl, sat her up on the floor and began fondling her. Each of them
was over six feet tall and very well-built. Supergirl protested as their
ran their strong hands all over her body. "No! Let go of me!" The
Krptonite had weakened the control of her willpower over her body, and
now, much to her shame, it was responding to these men's caresses. Her
nipples stood up and her hips began wriggling when one man reached down
between her legs and rubbed her pussy. "Now, that's better," Catwoman
said as she sat down on a chair. "By the way," she said to Supergirl,
who was by now gasping with excitement, "aren't you at least a bit
curious how we managed to get you?" "No!" Supergirl snapped in defiance.
"Well, doctor," said Catwoman as she turned lazily towards the
well-dressed man, "the youngsters these days just have no incentive to
learn! No wonder you quitted your job at the university."
    Supergirl looked at the man. He could be in his late forties, but
his hair and his beard were almost all white. He was looking at her,
with no apparent emotion on his face. "Yes, you're right," he said,
"they have no understanding of the value of science." "To make a long
story short," Catwoman went on as she turned back to face Supergirl,
"doctor Rancor here is just your regular mad scientist," she said
giggling, "except that he has one verrry interesting invention, which is
the technology to produce alloys of Kryptonite and various kinds of
metals. You see, those chains and cuffs that love so lovely on you are
made from Kryptonite alloys. Are you following me, darling?" Asked
Catwoman teasing as she saw that Supergirl was by now trembling with
excitement under the fondling of her henchmen.
    "Wh, why are you d--doing this?" Supergirl asked, panting heavily.
"Well, first of all, imagine the profit it will bring, not by getting a
patent for this course," Catwoman purred, "but imagine how many
bankrobbers would be willing to share a portion of their profit when
they can be guaranteed that their operation will be free from the hassle
of you and Superman. Who knows, maybe one day we can make you their
assistant!" "N--no! Never!" Supergirl cried out in dismay. "Don't worry,
darling," Catwoman went on, "this is not our priority right now. We are
rather more interested in turning you into something else, which is the
reason I was invited in, as it seems to be my area of expertise..."
Kneeling down in front of Supergirl, Catwoman ran her fingers along
Supergirl's body, causing her to tremble even more. Brushing off the
hand of her henchman, she began toying with Supergirl's clit. "Ah..."
Supergirl could no longer suppress her moan under Catwoman's skillful
hand. "However, I suspect that this," she said menacingly as she
inserted herfinger into Supergirl's wet cunt, "is the good doctor's real
motive behind the whole project, isn't it, doctor?" She asked, giggling.
Dr Rancor just smiled, "and what about you yourself, what's your real
motive?" he asked Catwoman teasingly. "Let's just say I enjoy helping
people, especially those with interesting plans involving my favorite
crimefighters. Besides, you're going to let me use her for my own
purposes, aren't you? We had an agreement." "Yes, of course," Dr Rancor
answered, chuckling. At this point Supergirl came. Although she had been
listening to the horrible fate that awaited her, she just couldn't
control her body and was soon coming with her hips grinding eagerly
against Catwoman's hand. "Oh, oh, no," she moaned.
    "No? I'm sure she means more. C'mon boys, give it to her." Catwoman
said as she stood up. The three men began undressing. Feeling even
weaker after her orgasm, Supergirl closed her eyes and turned her head
away. "C'mon, look at them!" Said Catwoman as she grabbed Supergirl's
head and forced her to face them. "I handpicked them myself. See how big
and beautiful their cocks are!" Supergirl gasped in horror as she saw
that every of the them had a cock of at least nine inches long. "No!"
She cried out as the first man grabbed her legs and spread them. His
cock was now pointing menacing at her blond pussy, which was still
glistening with her juices. "Now, take this, Super-slut!" He said as he
began to ease in. "NooooooOH! Ah!" Supergirl cried out as she felt her
pussy being stretched by the huge cock. Inch after inch he pushed into
her, and it seemed like it would never end. Finally his entire length
was buried in her pussy. Supergirl was shaking all over, panting.
Catwoman signaled and the man began pumping. Slowly at first, he began
to increased his tempo. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" Supergirl cried out as her entire
body rocked with each of his thrusts, her breasts heaving back and
forth. She cried out even louder as he grabbed her breasts and used them
as handles to pull her towards him to meet his thrusts. Within seconds
she came violently. She could no longer control herself. She was moaning
loudly, her head was tossing, and her body squirmed wantonly as much as
her bonds would allow her to. The man went on, and soon she was taken by
another powerful orgasm. She was coming for the third time when the man
finally came, shooting his cum deep inside her.
    "Pl...please...no...more" Supergirl pleaded feebly as she saw the
second man approach. Ignoring her pleas, he turned her over so that she
was now lying facedown on her knees and stomach, squashing her breasts
under her body. "Oh!" Supergirl cried out as he entered her with one
deep thrust. Grabbing her thighs, he began fucking her roughly. This had
not prevented Supergirl from feeling aroused again and she came twice
before he finally came. She came three more times when the third man
fucked her. After that, she was totally exhausted. Panting, she laid on
the floor with her legs spread. Her body was covered with sweat, her
thighs were wet with her juices, and cum was oozing out of her pussy.
    "So..." Catwoman purred as she sat down next to Supergirl, "how do
you like my studs, darling? Would you like another round with them?"
"N--no, please..." Supergirl pleaded, her defiance now gone. "Tell me,
did you have fun?" Getting no answer from Supergirl, Catwoman turned to
her henchmen. "Well, boys, it looks like our lovely guest didn't have a
good time after all, so maybe you'd better entertain her again..." "No!"
Supergirl pleaded, she couldn't bear to be touched by those men again.
"Y-yes, I had a g-good time..." she said, blushing with shame.
"Goooooood..." Catwoman purred as she and her henchmen helped Supergirl
up. Holding her by her arms, they kept her kneeling on the floor. "In
that case, shouldn't you thank your host?" "Th-thank you," Supergirl
said feebly, needing no persuasion. "Hmmmm... I think that's not
enough," Catwoman said, stroking Supergirl's breasts. "Wh-what?"
Supergirl asked, dazed. She soon realized what Catwoman meant as Dr
Rancor came over and unzipped his trousers, showing her his erect cock,
which was pointing right at her nose. Immediately, she turned her head
away. She had never given head before, and the thought of doing this to
the man who had captured and tormented her made her sick. "C'mon,
darling," said Catwoman as she gave Supergirl's nipple a pinch, "show
your host a little gratitude or we'll have to start all over again."
    Supergirl could feel the tears swelling in her eyes. But she still
had her pride and didn't want to give her captors their final victory.
Closing her eyes, she opened her mouth. "No, look at it, slut!" Catwoman
hissed as she pinched Supergirl's nipple again. "Yes, that's right." She
encouraged as Supergirl followed her instruction. "Now, lick it... Yes,
and now kiss the tip... I said kiss it! Good, now take it into that
lovely mouth. Yes, yes, all the way, all the way, and use your
tongue..." Soon Supergirl was sucking on Dr Rancor's cock with her head
bobbing back and forth as Catwoman whispered instructions into her ears.
She could taste Dr Rancor's precum, reminding her of what was going to
follow. "Make sure you swallow every drop or you'll regret it," Catwoman
warned her, as if reading her mind. Almost immediately, Dr Rancor began
shooting his cum into her mouth. "If your master wants to come on that
pretty face of yours, he will let you know. You've got no right to
decide. You're just a slut," said Catwoman as she watched Supergirl
struggle to swallow every drop of Dr Rancor's cum. "Hmmmm.... Not bad
for a novice," said Catwoman said she patted Supergirl on the head. "Now
let's get you cleaned up first. You're such a mess."

    Supergirl lowered her head in shame. She knew she must look like a
mess now, and she was glad that she was finally given a shower. Even her
beautiful blonde hair was all matted to her face. Catwoman's henchmen
carried her to a small cubicle in a corner of the lab. They removed the
chain, uncuffed her and then re-cuffed her to a hook on the wall, making
her stand up straight. Using a hose, the men washed her with hot water
and soap. They handled her roughly, as if they were washing an animal.
Supergirl went through this quietly, with her eyes closed and her head
down. She was still too weak to fight back. Next, they dried her with a
towel and led her back to the center of the lab. There was a large
examination table and she was made to lie on it. Quickly, her wrists and
ankles were secured with cuffs attached to the four corners of the
table.
    "Wh-what do you want?" Supergirl asked Dr Rancor and Catwoman as
they stood next to her. "We're going to give you some jewelry to put
on," said Catwoman laughing, "a little welcome gift." Dr Rancor took out
a little box from his pocket. He opened it and held it above Supergirl's
face, and she could see that there were five metal rings inside.
"They're made of Kryptonite-platinum alloy," Catwoman purred, "and guess
where they're going?"
    Supergirl watched in horror as Dr Rancor took out a piercing gun and
put the first ring in. "No! Nooooooo!" She cried out and tucked madly at
her bonds when Catwoman began pinching her left nipple gently until it
became erect. Then Dr Rancor placed the gun against it. Catwoman was
staring at Supergirl's face at the time, and she laughed as she saw the
fear in Supergirl's eyes. Dr Rancor pressed the trigger and there was a
light hiss as the ring bit home.
    "Nooooooo!" Supergirl screamed as she felt the ring pierced her
nipple. Her whole body strained against the bonds. Dr Rancor and
Catwoman waited until Supergirl's spasms had subsided before they went
on. "Oh, please, no," she pleaded feebly when Dr Rancor placed the gun
against her right nipple. He pressed the trigger again, drawing another
cry from the superheroine. He stood back to behold his work: the white,
round globes of Supergirl's breasts were now red with the rough handling
that they had received, and the two pink nipples topping them were now
decorated by two shiny silvery rings, making them even more desirable.
He made a mental note to tit-fuck her sometime in the future, but now he
had to complete his work.
    Supergirl whimpered as she felt the gun at her pussy. Her nipples
felt like they were on fire, and she didn't know whether it was just
because of the piercings or their Kryptonite content. She closed her
eyes, preparing herself for the worst. Dr Rancor began with the left
lip. When he pressed the trigger, Supergirl let out a long wail of pain
and despair which echoed in the room. Quickly, Dr Rancor pierced her
other lip, drawing another cry from her. After he was done, Supergirl
was still shaking. "Oh, oh," she moaned and writhed in pain. "We're not
done yet, darling," Catwoman purred as she came over. "Now it's my turn.
I prefer to do it in a more personal way." By this time Supergirl was
too weak to protest. With a pair of pincers Catwoman pulled up
Supergirl's navel slightly, and pierced it with a long needle. Then, she
replaced the needle with the last alloy ring.
    "She looks adorable, doesn't she?" Catwoman asked as they stood
around the table and watched Supergirl squirm in pain. The piercing hurt
a lot more because of the Kryptonite content in the alloy. And while the
content wasn't high enough to burn Supergirl's skin, the rings would
continue to cause her discomfort even after the piercings have healed.
"One final touch," said Dr Rancor as he took out a leather collar and
four leather cuffs. "The buckles are made of the alloy too," he
explained to Supergirl as he proceeded to put them on her, "together
with the rings, they will stop you from using any of your super power.
They can be removed whenever we want, and with the rings alone, you'll
still be able to fly. The rings, on the other hand, are permanent. So I
guess you can kiss your super strength goodbye," he said, chuckling.
"No!" Supergirl cried out in dismay.
    "I'm sorry darling, but I'm afraid what the doctor said is true,"
Catwoman purred, "but don't worry, we'll find a new role for you. From
now on, you're no longer Supergirl, you're Superslut!" she exclaimed,
and everyone burst into laughter. "No! I won't let you do this to me!"
Supergirl protested. "Well..." Catwoman purred, "we'll find out about
that verrrry soon. Now, boys, take Superslut to her room!"

    Catwoman's henchmen led Supergirl to her cell by a leash attached to
her collar. Her cell was in the basement of the building. It was a small
cell with metal bars on all sides, and looked more like a cage than a
room. Supergirl was feeling very weak after the piercing, and didn't
offer any resistance as she was pushed into her cell. "Get some rest,
slut!" One of the henchmen said when he bound her arms together in front
of her by locking the two cuffs together. He then attached the end of
the leash to a metal bar of the cell. "Catwoman gave the order that no
one can touch you tonight, but after that, anyone here and come and play
with you! So you'd better get yourself ready for it!" He said before
they left. After they were gone, Supergirl looked down at herself.
Thanks to her superhuman metabolism, the bruises and marks on her body
were already beginning to fade, and the piercings were already healing.
But what couldn't be changed were the five rings on her body that
clearly reminded her of her ordeal as well as what was to come. As she
thought of this, she couldn't hold back anymore and began sobbing.
Unknown to her, Catwoman was watching all this through a hidden camera,
and she smiled contentedly as she watched Supergirl cry herself to
sleep.




2. The Initiation

    Supergirl was woken up by the footsteps of her prison guards. She
tried moving her limbs and realized that she had regained some of her
strength. Although she could no longer use her super power, she still
had the strength of a fit, young woman. Maybe there's a chance that she
could escape, she thought. Her piercings weren't causing her as much
pain as they first did, but they continued to irritate her, causing her
nipples to remain erect.
    Her hopes dimmed a little when she saw the guards. There were six of
them, and there was no way that she could take on them all. In her mind
Supergirl scolded herself for relying too much on her super powers in
the past. If she could get out of here she would certainly get more
training in kickboxing. If only she could get out of here....
    "I see that you're awake," the leader of the guards said. "Let's get
you ready for your first day. Come here, Superslut, give me a blowjob,"
he said as he pulled her closer by tucking at her leash. "No!"
Instinctively Supergirl reacted, trying to pull back. "Good! Resistance!
I like that!" the man said chuckling. "Hey guys, let's try our new
toys!" At this point Supergirl noticed that each of them was holding a
stick of about four feet long, with a needle of about an inch long at
one end.
    "Yes," the man said to Supergirl as he raised his stick and pointed
it at her, "the needle is made with your favorite substance, only this
time it has a higher content. Wanna give it a try?" Supergirl had her
eyes on the needle and was trying to avoid it when another man caught
her by surprise and jabbed her thigh with his stick. "Ouch!" Supergirl
cried out of the pain. As the man said, it hurt much worse. Immediately
as she was distracted, the first man reached out and jabbed her on her
right breast, drawing an even louder cry from her. As she ducked to the
left, a third man caught her on her left arm. This was immediately
followed by a stab at her right buttock. "Oh! Ah! Ah!" Supergirl was
almost hysterical. With her movements restricted by the leash on her
collar, all she could do was to moved her cuffed hands up and down to
cover her delicate breasts and pussy, while the men poked repeatedly at
her arms, her back, her thighs and her buttocks. Occasionally a guy
managed to take a jab at her breasts, and this would be followed by
cheers from the whole team and a howl of agony from the young
superheroine. Finally Supergirl couldn't take it anymore. She fell down
onto the ground, curled up like a baby, buried her head in her arms, and
moaned and writhed as the men continued to torture her. "Ah! Ah! Ah!
Please! Stop! Please!" She finally cried out.
    "Now," the leader said, laughing, "are you ready to cooperate?"
"Y-yes," Supergirl answer feebly. "Yes, sir," the man corrected her,
emphasizing his words with a jab on her thigh. "Ouch! Y-yes, sir," the
defeated Supergirl repeated after him. "Now get up on your hands and
knees. Over here!" With her head lowered, Supergirl got on her hands and
knees and crawled towards him until she was right in front of him. The
man unzipped and stuck his erect cock into the cell through the metal
bars. "Suck it, slut!" Seeing that she hesitated, he immediately raised
his stick. "No, please!" Supergirl pleaded. Hesitantly she opened her
mouth and took the head of his cock in between her lips. "I said suck
it!" the man barked as he grabbed her head and pulled her towards him.
Supergirl let out a muffled cry as the cock thrust all the way into her
mouth, gagging as it hit the back of her throat. This only drove the man
to pull her head back and forth faster, making crude comments on her
performance all the time. "Make sure you swallow every drop of it,
slut," he said with a coarse voice as he was approaching orgasm, "or
you'll regret it!" Then, thrusting all the way into her mouth, he held
her head still and began shooting his cum down her throat. After the now
obedient Supergirl had swallowed the last drop, he pulled out and
cleaned his cock by rubbing it against her cheeks.
    Supergirl was then made to suck all the remaining men. After that,
she was led out of her cell. Her hands were re-cuffed behind her back
and she was led by her leash up the stairs to a large room where
Catwoman and Dr Rancor were waiting. "Good morning my pet," Catwoman
purred. "I see that you've already had your breakfast," she teased,
noticing the dried cum on Supergirl's face. Seeing Catwoman again,
Supergirl could no longer suppress her rage. "Wh-what do you want from
me? You evil woman!" "Hmmmm... I like that!" Catwoman purred as she
approached Supergirl. Instinctively Supergirl took a step back, but she
was immediately grabbed by two men. "Just keep on disobeying me..."
Catwoman said as she grabbed Supergirl's right nipple. "It will give me
even more pleasure when I break you!" With these words she twisted
Supergirl's nipple cruelly, causing her to wince in pain. "You look
verrrry sexy when you're angry..." Catwoman purred, "and even sexier
when you're in pain!"
     "Oooow! That's hurts!" Supergirl cried out as Catwoman twisted and
pulled her nipple, pulling her breast into a cone shape. Finally,
Catwoman let go and it snapped back. "Don't worry, my slut," she said
menacingly, "you day's just beginning!" Supergirl struggled feebly as
her hands were cuffed to a chain hanging down from the ceiling. Then the
men adjusted the length of the chain so that her feet were now about two
feet from the ground. Supergirl could feel her weight pulling on her
arms. Her eyes opened wide in horror when Catwoman took out a long,
vicious-looking whip.
    "Oh, I almost forgot," said Catwoman giggling. She then took out a
dildo of about ten inches long, and with her men grabbing the struggling
Supergirl, she pushed it up the bound heroine's pussy, which, Catwoman
noted with a smile, was already wet. There were two hooks at the base of
the dildo, and she attached them to the rings on Supergirl's cuntlips.
    Supergirl grunted with discomfort as the dildo entered her, but she
knew that an even bigger trouble was to come. Looking up, she saw that
Catwoman was already in position, standing in front of her with the whip
in her hand. "Now, take this, Superslut!" Catwoman shouted and swung the
whip forward. The whip made a loud noise as it landed squarely on
Supergirl's stomach. Supergirl bit her lower lip. At first she was
determined not to give Catwoman the final victory, but when the whip hit
her for the fifth time, she couldn't hold back any longer and let out a
cry. "Ah!" she cried out as the whip landed across her large, firm
breasts. Encouraged by this, Catwoman repeated her assault, hitting
Supergirl's breasts again and again, harder and harder. Skillfully
handling the whip, Catwoman made it coil around Supergirl's body,
marking it both at the front and at the back at the same time. She made
sure that no part of the athletic body of the young superheroine, from
her breasts to her thighs and from her back to her ass, was left
untouched. Supergirl cried out and struggled fanatically. But the only
effect of her struggles was to cause her to swing around, putting more
strain on her arms and giving Catwoman's whip even better access. Soon
Supergirl's cries turned into howls, and finally they died down to
whimpers. "Oh, please!" she cried out when Catwoman paused, "don't hit
me again, please!"
    "Giving up already? Tsk, tsk," Catwoman teased, "I was just
beginning to enjoy it!" "Pl-please," Supergirl pleaded, gasping, "it
hurts so much!" To Catwoman her body now looked absolutely delicious.
Criss-crossed with red welts, it was also covered with a thin layer of
perspiration. Her face was blushing, and her hair was matted to her
face. Catwoman licked her lips as she stared at Supergirl's heaving
breasts. "So are you ready for your training as a sex slave now, slut?"
    Catwoman almost burst out laughing when she saw the struggle in
Supergirl's eyes. Without her super power, Supergirl was just an
ordinary young girl--actually, she was perhaps weaker then the average
girl, for she had never tasted pain and defeat before. Coupled with the
feeling of vulnerability at the loss of her power, it didn't take much
to break her. The confidence in her eyes was now gone. Instead, first it
was anger, and then fear when Catwoman raised her arm to strike again.
Swiiiish!! "Ooooooooow!" Supergirl tossed her head and howled with a
renewed agony when the whip struck her again across her battered
breasts. "No! Pl, please!" "Then answer me!" "Y--yes" closing her eyes
and biting her lip, Supergirl answered in a barely audible voice.
    "What? I can't hear you!" Catwoman snapped and struck again.
    "Aw! Oh, oh. I said, I said yes," Supergirl answered, this time
louder with a trembling voice.
    "Yes what? Say it!"
    "Oh, god..." "Say it! Are you ready for your training as a sex
slave?"
    Fighting back the tears in her eyes, Supergirl uttered the
humiliating words. "Y--yes, I...I am ready f...for my training as a
s...sex s...slave..."
    "What's this stammering?" Catwoman snapped. "Have you forgotten how
to speak properly? Say it again! And louder!"
    Supergirl could no longer contain her tears. Two drops of tears ran
down her cheeks as she repeated her answer. "I am ready for my training
as a sex slave!"
    "Hmmm, that's better," said Catwoman grinning. "What do you think
doctor?" "Not bad," Dr Rancor answered grinning. "But somehow the term
'sex slave' doesn't seem to work very well..." "Really?" Catwoman
thought for a while. "How about 'fuck toy', is that better?" She
couldn't help giggling when she asked. "Hmm, yeah, this seems better,"
said Dr Rancor chuckling.
    Supergirl couldn't believe her ears as she listen to them talk. She
felt so degraded, they spoke like she was some kind of object. "Okay,
slut, say that again," said Catwoman cheerfully. "So you're not even a
sex slave, you're a fuck toy. Say it!"
    "Please!" Supergirl protested, "you've humiliated me enough-Ooooow!
Ah!" Her protest turned into cries of pain when Catwoman struck her
twice again with the whip. "Oh, oh," Supergirl panted after Catwoman
stopped, her body now trembling with the pain it had received. "Please,
stop! I'll say anything you want!" She pleaded, sobbing. "I'm, I'm ready
for my training as a fuck toy! Just stop hitting me, please!"

    Supergirl hung her head in shame as everyone in the room laughed.
Finally, Catwoman ordered her to be brought down. Her henchmen released
the chain and lowered Supergirl onto the floor. Still sobbing, Supergirl
didn't offer any resistance when Catwoman's henchmen pushed her down
onto her hands and knees and obediently stayed in that position. She
only let out a grunt as the dildo was removed. When it was pressed again
her lips, she reluctantly opened her mouth to suck her juices off it.
"Now, slut," said Catwoman, cracking her whip, "tell me what a fuck toy
is for."
    Supergirl jumped at the mere sound of the whip. "It's f...for...Ow!"
She cried out when Catwoman brought the whip down on her ass. "Answer
properly or you'll be punished!" "Oh, oh, I'm sorry," "I said answer
me!"
    "A fuck toy is meant for f--fucking," Supergirl said meekly. "Still
not very articulate, but I guess that will do for now," Catwoman said as
she walked around Supergirl. "And if that is what you are for, what
d'you think my boys here should do?" Supergirl had already stopped
crying, but now her tears began to flow again. She knew very well want
Catwoman had in mind, what she wanted her to say, but there was nothing
she could do except to comply. "They should f--fuck me..." after
hesitating, she finally said.
    "Is that what you think, slut?" "Y-yes." "Then why don't you ask
them yourself? By the way, you'd better ask them nicely if you don't
want more whipping! Now, ask them!"
    "Please s...sir," Supergirl looked up at the group of men.
"Pl...please f--fuck me..."
    "Oh yeah? How?" one of them asked teasingly as they began
undressing. "Wh-what?--Ouch!" Supergirl cried out in surprise as she was
whipped again, this time on her back. "Answer the question, stupid
cunt!" Catwoman scolded. Supergirl wasn't stupid. She knew what she was
supposed to answer, but she just couldn't bring herself to say it. But
Catwoman was slowly raising her arm again.
    "Please, sir," Supergirl said meekly. "Please f-fuck me anyway you
w-want..." She blushed in shame as all the men laughed. "Really?"
Another one asked. "Y-yes..." "Say that again!" "Please, please fuck me
anyway you want!" Supergirl's face was even redder than her well-whipped
body when she repeated her plea.
    "Well, boys, you heard her!" As Catwoman ordered, two men
immediately grabbed the kneeling Supergirl. The first one entered her
wet pussy in one deep thrust, and the second, after rubbing his cock
against her tear-stained cheeks for a few times, also quickly entered
her mouth. Catwoman knelt down next to her, and began giving out orders
on how she should suck the man's cock or move her body to meet the other
man's thrusts. She placed her hand under Supergirl's body and got hold
of her nipple. She would gently fondle it when Supergirl did what she
was told, and pinched it cruelly when Supergirl failed to obey.
Supergirl, on her part, was trying her best to follow Catwoman's
instructions, partly for fear of more pain on her nipple, but more out
of her own arousal. Much to her shame, she could feel herself coming. At
this point the man in her mouth came, and as she was told, she tried her
best to swallow his cum. "Oh, oh, oh," she immediately began moaning
after the man had pulled out.
     "Are you coming, slut?" "Wh, what?" "I said are you coming!" "Oh,
oh, y--yes, oh!" "Say it!" "I, oh, oh, I'm, I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh!
Oh!" Losing her inhibitions, Supergirl cried out louder and louder as
she came, which also brought the man fucking her to his orgasm, filling
her pussy with his cum.
    Supergirl was made to remain on all fours after the man had pulled
out. "Now tell me, slut," said Catwoman as she ran her hand along
Supergirl's back. "Have you been fucked up the ass before?" "N...no,"
knowing better than to disobey, Supergirl answered meekly. "Well, Dr
Rancor, would you like to do the honor?" Catwoman asked as she pushed
two fingers into Supergirl's pussy. Supergirl stiffened as Catwoman
pulled the two fingers out and place them at her asshole. "Oh, no..."
she pleaded. "Stupid bitch!" Catwoman scolded as she gave Supergirl's
ass a spank. "You're a fuck toy, and a fuck toy will be used in any
possible way! Now, beg the doctor to fuck your ass or I'll fuck it with
a Kryptonite bar! Say it!"
    Dr Rancor's cock was bursting out of his pants as he looked at
Supergirl. On her hands and knees, she looked up at him imploringly with
her tearful eyes, her mouth quivering. After a long pause, the
once-proud heroine began to beg him. "Pl...please, doctor," she pleaded,
"please fuck my ass..." "I beg your pardon?" he asked chuckling as he
unzipped. "Pl...please fuck me in the ass..."
    "Well, since you ask so nicely..." Dr Rancor laughed as he
positioned himself behind Supergirl. He could feel her whole body tense
up when the tip of his cock touched the tight, pink entrance. Slowly, he
pushed his way in to Supergirl's tight rear tunnel, drawing a low grunt
from her. Slowly, Dr Rancor thrust all the way into her virgin asshole,
then he held still. He could feel that Supergirl's body was trembling
lightly. Grabbing her thighs, he began thrusting back and forth slowly.
At first Supergirl remained silent, but when Catwoman found her clit and
began toying with it, she couldn't help but began moaning and wriggling.
"Enjoying yourself, my little slut?" Catwoman cooed. "Oh, oh, oooooh,"
Supergirl answered with her moans. "Tell me you like it!" Catwoman
whispered. "I...I like it!" "Tell me you like being fucked in the ass!"
"I...I like being fucked in the ass!" "Louder!" "I like being fucked in
the ass! Ah! Ah!" Supergirl cried out as she was approaching another
orgasm. She wriggled wildly, trying to grind her clit against Catwoman's
fingers. Dr Rancor also increased his tempo, fucking her harder and
harder. Soon he was shooting hot jets of cum up Supergirl's ass. By now
Supergirl was humping madly against Catwoman's fingers, and her orgasm
was signaled by a series of spasms.
    After Dr Rancor had pulled out, Supergirl collapsed onto the floor.
However, her ordeal was far from over. Two men immediately came over to
fuck her cunt and her mouth. When they were done, they were replaced by
three other men. Together they rolled Supergirl over onto her back and
spreading her legs. One of them quickly entered her pussy. Supergirl let
out a cry of alarm when she felt another cock at her asshole, but before
she could protest this second man was already pushing his way into her.
Soon Supergirl was moaning loudly as she was fucked by the two men, but
her moans were immediately muffled by the third man's cock. The sight of
Supergirl being ravaged by three men at once brought Dr Rancor's cock
back to life again, and he immediately took up his position between
Supergirl's breasts. Grabbing her full, firm breasts, he pressed them
together and began thrusting back and forth.
    Supergirl was moaning and squirming under the weight of these men.
She had never imagined that something like this would happen, that she
would one day be fucked by four men at once, four crooks! But somehow,
despite herself, this idea only seemed to excite her more. She came
again and again, and she was coming so hard that Dr Rancor thought she
was going to throw him off her, and he had to grab her breasts even
tighter. At this point he came, and his cum was shot all over her neck.
Satisfied, he stood up and watched as the three men went on fucking
Supergirl. The man using her mouth was the next to come. He pulled out
and began rubbing his cock against her lips and her cheeks. Supergirl
let out a cry of dismay as he sprayed his cum on her face. However, her
cries of dismay were soon replaced by those of pleasure when she was
taken by yet another orgasm as the two remaining men shot their cum deep
inside her pussy and her ass.
    She was given no time to rest. Immediately three other men came to
take over. Tired as she was, Supergirl's passion was ignited again, and
she came three more times before the three men pulled out in unison.
Standing above her, they started jerking off. Supergirl was aware of
what was to follow, but already exhausted, she just lay there panting
with her legs spread, and her eyes closed as if to avoid her final
humiliation. Soon the first man came. He aimed so that most of his cum
was shot into her opened mouth. Then the other two men joined in,
spraying their cum on her breasts.
    "Lovely!" Catwoman exclaimed. "Get this slut on her feet!" She
ordered. Grabbing Supergirl by her arms, the men pulled her to her feet.
Then they frog-marched her to in front of a mirror. "Look at yourself
slut!" Catwoman snapped as she grabbed Supergirl's chin. Suprgirl obeyed
and saw that she looked much worse then she thought. Her body was
criss-crossed with red welts, and her breasts were covered with cum.
There was cum all over her face from her forehead to her chin, and cum
was dripping down her neck. The cum that she couldn't swallow was
dripping out of her mouth, and cum was also oozing from her cunt and her
asshole down her thighs. "Honey, you look like shit!" Catwoman said,
adding even more to her humiliation. "But then this is what a fucktoy
like you should look like, isn't it? I said isn't it!" She snapped as
she grabbed the ring on Supergirl's cum-covered nipple and twisted it
cruelly.
    "Oh, oh, yes, yes!" Supergirl answered, wincing with the pain. "Yes
what?" "This, this is how a f--fucktoy like me should look like!"
    "Hmmm, I think you still haven't learn to speak properly. But I'll
be nice and let you off easily today. Now, get this slut cleaned up and
send her back to her cell!"

    Supergirl was hosed clean and brought back to her cell. Again her
hands were cuffed in front of her and her leash was attached to a mental
bar in her cell. But this time she wasn't left alone. The men who were
not selected for the morning session kept visiting her in the afternoon
whenever they were free, sometimes alone, sometimes in groups. Supergirl
came so many times that she lost count. It was like she was in one
constant orgasm. No matter how roughly she was used, no matter how
exhausted she was from the previous fuck, her body never failed to
respond as soon as a cock entered her cunt. When the guards came to
fetch her in the evening they found her lying on the floor, covered with
cum, breathing heavily with her eyes closed, with cum oozing out of her
mouth, and a puddle of cum between her legs.



3. The Training

The guards led the well-fucked and exhausted Supergirl out of her cell.
After she was cleaned up, Supergirl was led to the uppermost floor of
the compound, into a large, excessively decorated bedroom. Passively,
she let the guards carry her to the large bed at the center of the room,
and she didn't try to resist at all when they chained her wrists and
ankles to the four posts of the bed. "Have fun, Superslut!" One of the
guards chuckled as they left.
    Supergirl waited in silence. Dazed after so many orgasms, she was
vaguely aware that she was about to be used again, and this meant that
her body was going to betray her again. The thought of the humiliation
this would bring her frightened her. And indeed, much to her shame, her
body was already beginning to respond even to this thought. It was
already adjusting to the constant arousal and frequent orgasms, and now
Supergirl could feel her pussy getting hotter and hotter. Oh no, she
thought, somebody, please help me....
    The door opened. Supergirl turned and saw Catwoman. Still wearing
her mask, she was naked except for a pair of long, black leather gloves
and knee-high boots. Supergirl couldn't help staring at Catwoman's
exquisite body, especially her strong arms and her full, firm breasts.
Oh God, Supergirl thought, what has become of me now....
    "My pet..." Catwoman purred as she approached. "Did you have fun
this evening?" She giggled as she ran her hand along her captive's body,
and she laughed triumphantly as she saw Supergirl blushing with shame.
"Please..." Supergirl pleaded, "please don't humiliate me anymore!"
"Humiliate?" Catwoman laughed as she grabbed one of Supergirl's pierced
nipples and twisted it, causing Supergirl to wince in pain. "You'll soon
find out what humiliation is, Superslut! And don't forget what you are!
You're fucktoy! And I can do anything I want with you! Do you get it!?"
Catwoman scolded as she continued to twist and pull at Supergirl's
nipple.
    "Yes, yes, oh, oh," Supergirl wailed. Satisfied, Catwoman stopped
twisting and instead began toying with Supergirl's nipple gently, and it
hardened immediately. Climbing on the bed, she took Supergirl's other
nipple in her month and began sucking it.  She held the nipple ring with
her teeth and pulled it gently. At this Supergirl couldn't hold back any
longer and let out a moan. She closed her eyes and moaned again and
again as Catwoman continued sucking her nipple. "Ah!" her moan turned
into a cry of pain and surprise when suddenly Catwoman bit down cruelly
on her nipple. Immediately, Catwoman resumed sucking. When she felt
Supergirl's body relax, she bit down on her nipple again. "Ah! Ah!"
Supergirl cried out. It felt so good when Catwoman sucked her nipple,
but she was also afraid that Catwoman was going to bite her again. This
mixture of fear and anticipation had kept her body on high alert,
magnifying both the pleasure and the pain, and she was now trembling
with excitement.
    "Oh, oh," Supergirl moaned in frustration when Catwoman suddenly
stopped. Catwoman climbed up and straddled her face. "Want me to
continue, slut?" "Y--yes," Supergirl answered almost automatically.
"Well, you've got to earn it!" Catwoman purred as she rubbed her pussy
against Supergirl's face. "Lick it, slut!" Desperate to come, Supergirl
stuck out her tongue and hesitantly licked Catwoman's wet lips. "Yes!"
Catwoman hissed. Grabbing Supergirl's head with both hands, she barked
out instructions, which Supergirl followed eagerly. Within seconds she
came, drenching Supergirl's face with her juices.
    "Not bad, slut,"  Catwoman purred and patted Supergirl's head.
"Don't stop." As Supergirl continued licking her she turned around to
face Supergirl's pussy and began licking the bound heroine's wet slit in
return. Immediately, Supergirl let out a grunt of pleasure and began
grinding her hips against Catwoman's face. The two of them lapped
hungrily at each other's pussy as they approached orgasm. When Catwoman
came again, she slowly shoved her middle finger up Supergirl's asshole.
This brought Supergirl over the edge, and the young heroine came crying
out loudly and wriggling her hips uncontrollably.

    From that day on Supergirl's life almost became a routine. Her
morning began with her training in sexual techniques. In the afternoon,
she would be strapped down on an examination table in Dr Rancor's lab,
where he would carry out tests and examinations on her. When Dr Rancor
wanted a break, he would unzip and stand next to her head and Supergirl
would obediently suck him and swallow his cum. If the experiments
finished early, Supergirl would be returned to her cell where she would
be fucked several times before dinner. She would then have to wait at
the dinner table for Catwoman, Dr Rancor, and a group of men selected by
Catwoman from her henchmen everyday. Her waitress' costume consisted in
two leather straps, tied around her breasts to make them stand out, and
two bells attached to her nipple rings, which jingled merrily when she
moved around. Supergirl was constantly fondled as she served, and by the
end of the dinner her pussy would be dripping-wet, which made her ready
for the gang bang that followed. After that, she would be cleaned up and
sent to Catwoman's bedroom to provide pleasure for Catwoman and,
sometimes, the studs that she selected. If Catwoman was in a good mood,
or if Supergirl pleased her, she would have Supergirl spent the night
with her. Otherwise, Supergirl would be sent back to her room, where she
would be used for God knows how many times before the night finally
ended.




4. The Transformation


Supergirl was allowed to rest until noon the day after the gangbang
marathon in which all of Catwoman's henchmen took part. She was still
very weak when she was taken to Dr Rancor's lab. "How is our Superslut
feeling today?" Dr Rancor greeted her cheerfully as she was strapped
down. "F-fine, sir," the young heroine answered submissively. "Good!
Just perfect for the final part of you training!"
    Final part? Supergirl was scared but didn't dare to ask the doctor.
As usual, electrodes were attached to her nipples and cuntlips.
Normally, an electrode would also be attached to her clit, then Dr
Rancor would use electric pulses to stimulate her and check her
response. But today, a strange, tube-shaped instrument was attached to
her clit. And to Supergirl's horror, a gag was also put over her mouth.
Will this hurt? She wondered in panic.
    "Is she ready?" Catwoman asked. "Yes, just watch this," Dr Rancor
answered. As Supergirl watched in fear, Dr Rancor switched on his
instruments. Immediately Supergirl began to feel pulses of pleasure at
her nipples and her pussy, but they were all numbed in comparison to the
sensation that she was feeling at her clit. It was a sensation of
pleasure thousand times stronger than any sexual pleasure that she had
ever experienced, and it was still getting stronger. It was like her
clit was expanding and expanding, Supergirl thought. Within seconds she
came, and she just kept on coming. Supergirl was almost delirious.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" She screamed under her gag before she blacked out.

    Supergirl had a strange dream. She dreamt that she had become a
man--No, it's not that, she corrected herself. In her dream she had
grown a cock, a cock just like the men's, the cock that they used to
ravish her everyday. In her dream she was playing with it, stroking it
faster and faster until cum was bursting out of its tip. When it was
shooting cum, her "cock" began to grow longer and longer. Then, to her
horror, she saw that the head of her cock, which was by now several feet
long, had become a snake, and it was turning around, trying to kiss
her....
    She woke up, shaking and cold-sweating. Immediately, she looked down
between her legs. She let out a sigh of relief and almost laughed when
she saw that there was not cock there. As she was catching her breath
she heard the door open, and Catwoman and her henchmen walked in.

    "Ah, I see that our Superslut is up already," Catwoman purred.
"You've been watching me haven't you? That's why you know that I'm
awake." Supergirl said. "Oh wow, our Superslut has figured that out!"
Catwoman teased. "Well, let's see if you're smart enough to figure this
one out too. Get her ready." At these words, two guards led Supergirl
out of her cell by her leash. Next, they unattached the leash, uncuffed
her wrists and re-cuffed them behind her back, and held her standing by
grabbing her arms.
    "So how is our Superslut feeling after her big gangbang?" Catwoman
asked as she toyed with Supergirl's nipple ring. "I'm, I'm fine,
mistress," Supergirl answered timidly, remembering her punishment for
insolence yesterday. "Good, then I'm sure you'll be ready for this."
    Supergirl gasped in pleasure as Catwoman began fondling her breasts.
Then, rubbing her breasts with one hand, Catwoman's other hand worked
its way down to her pussy. Supergirl closed her eyes and shuddered as
Catwoman ran her fingertips gently along her pierced lips, and she
moaned when Catwoman found her clit and began playing with it. "Oh, oh,
oh," Supergirl moaned louder and louder. However, she was alarmed when
she felt the same sensation of expansion in her clit again, and opening
her eyes, she saw that her clit was indeed expanding! "Oh, God,
Nooooooo!" Supergirl cried out in horror as she watch her clit grow
bigger and bigger in Catwoman's hand. It went on growing until it was
about eight inches long and more than one inch in diameter. And it was
shaped exactly like a cock, with a head and an hole in it.
    "Oh, no!" Supergirl cried out in dismay. Her nightmare was coming
true. Not only had the size of her clit increased, its sensitivity had
also increased manifold, and now every touch of Catwoman's fingers was
almost unbearable. "So how do you like your new toy?" Catwoman asked
giggling. "Dr Rancor has found out how to manipulate your protoplasmic
body," she explained, "and we have decided to make you the perfect
fucktoy. You see, now you no longer need a strap-on, and isn't that
great?"
    "Oh, no, oh, no!" was all Supergirl could say in her state of shock.
She wanted so much to break free now, but weakness swept her over as
Catwoman continued to play with her "cock". "Here, see what it ca do!"
said Catwoman, and with these words she squeezed Supergirl's cock and
Supergirl cried out as she was taken by a powerful orgasm. "Aaaaaaaaah!"
She cried out as spurts of her juices came jetting out of the head of
her cock, spraying all over Catwoman's glove.

    "You messy slut!" Catwoman scolded, laughing triumphantly. Supergirl
was still shaking after her powerful orgasm. She was too weak to resist
when the two guards holding her pressed her head down, and she
obediently licked her juices off Catwoman's glove. She began sobbing as
she licked. She felt totally humiliated. She has been turned into a
total sex slave, a real fucktoy whose only purpose is to give and
receive pleasure, to be used by anyone in any way they want. How can she
be a crimefighter again even if she has the chance?
    "Not happy?" Catwoman teased. "Don't worry, my slut, I'll show you
this really neat trick. C'mon boys, give the slut a hand."
    Supergirl had no idea at all what they were up to when they sat her
down on the floor, and she neither resisted nor protested. She was too
ashamed to speak. Grabbing her ankles, two men held her legs
wide-spread. Catwoman came over and knelt down in front of her. She then
held Supergirl's cock in one hand and grabbed her head with the other.
"Noooooo!" Supergirl cried out when she realized what Catwoman wanted,
but with the men holding her tight, there was nothing she could do. With
the help of another guard, Catwoman managed to bend Supergirl forward
until her lips touched her own cock. Quickly, two other guards came over
and attached a chain to her collar. Then they ran the chain down her
body between her legs to her back and attached it to her wristcuffs,
holding Supergirl in this posture.
    "No! I won't do it! No!" Supergirl shook her head wildly. However,
her voice weakened when Catwoman began stroking her cock gently. The
sensation was overwhelming. "Oh, no, please!" She pleaded, but even the
feeling of her breath on the head of her ultra-sensitive clit-cock was
too much. "Suck it, slut!" Catwoman stopped stroking her cock and
instead grabbed her right breasts and squeezed it cruelly. "Ouch, ouch!"
Supergirl cried out as Catwoman continued to molest her breast. Seeing
that Supergirl was still resisting, Catwoman took out a Krytonite alloy
needle and slowly began to push it into Supergirl's now bruised breast.
"Ooooooh!" Supergirl cried out in excruciating pain. "Stop! Please!
Aaaaaaaaaargh!" She pleaded. "Then do it, lick yourself, fucktoy!" "Ah!
Ah! Oh! Y-yes!" Supergirl cried out finally.
    Supergirl was still shaking with the pain after Catwoman had pulled
out the needle. Sobbing and defeated, she stuck out her tongue
tentatively. When it touched the tip of her cock, her whole body
trembled with the sensation. "Hmmmm..." She couldn't help letting out a
grunt of pleasure. "Yes, that's it, slut! Do it again!" Catwoman said,
and Supergirl licked her cock again, this time she let her tongue touch
the entire head, and the sensation was incredible. Now she could no
longer hold back. Without Catwoman ordering her to, she licked her cock
again, and again, running her tongue along its entire length. Shortly,
she felt herself coming, and began licking faster and faster. She was
totally oblivious of the people watching her, she just wanted to come.
And within seconds she came, spraying her juices all over her face.

    Exhausted after her powerful orgasm, Supergirl just lay on the floor
gasping for breath after she was untied. Her clit had now shrunk back to
it normal size. Seeing that she was now completely tamed, the guards
left her wrists uncuffed after they had chained her collar to her cell.
    "Get some rest, slut," said Catwoman and she leaned forward and
kissed Supergirl's juice-stained lips. "My boys and I are visiting the
Metropolitan Art Museum tonight, and we'll need you later for the
celebration!" She said as she left. Supergirl wanted to cry again, but
she was too exhausted, and soon she drifted off to sleep.

    When she woke up, Supergirl could tell by her biological clock that
it was already dinner time. Her body was anticipating the gangbang that
usually took place around this time. She tossed and turned on the floor.
To her shame, she was hoping secretly that Catwoman's men would be
monitoring her and would see that she was now awake and come to get her.
But Catwoman and her henchmen were nowhere to be seen. So they were
still out stealing whatever they wanted in the art museum, Supergirl
thought impatiently. Unconsciously, her hands reached up to cup her
breasts. Then she began squeezing them gently. She was ashamed by her
own actions, but she couldn't control her body. She squeezed her breasts
harder and harder, and tucked at her nipple rings. "Oh, oh," she moaned
lightly. One of her hands slid down her body to her pussy. Resisting the
temptation to play with her clit, she contended herself with rubbing her
wet lips. But as she rubbed herself faster and faster, she could feel
her clit throbbing, begging to be released. Finally, she couldn't resist
any longer and began tickling her clit gently. Immediately it sprang to
life and grew to its full length.
    Supergirl looked down at her clit, panting. Its use is to give all
kinds of pleasure, Catwoman's words echoed in her mind. This is my clit,
it's a fucktoy's clit, Supergirl thought, I'm a fucktoy! She screamed in
her mind. Closing her eyes in abandonment, she bent down and took the
head of her cock in her mouth. Immediately, her whole body shuddered
with the sensation. Slowly, Supergirl moved her head up and down and
began sucking herself.


This day, Supergirl arrived at her "training room" to find Catwoman
waiting for her with what looked like her tunic in her hand. "Remember
this, Superslut?" Catwoman asked.
    "Y-yes," Supergirl answered, her voice shaking with emotion.
    "Do you know that in the past four weeks, the crime rate of
Metropolis has almost doubled? The police there are absolutely useless.
I'm sure the people there must miss you."
    "Y-yes," Supergirl answered meekly. What is Catwoman getting at? Is
she going to give her back her life, her freedom?
    "Yes, you're going to have your life back," Catwoman said, as if
reading her mind. "But only for today. You see, there is a hostage
situation in Metropolis. Some bank rubbers are holding up a dozen of
customers in a bank, and the police needs you. An easy job for
Supergirl, I imagine."
    "Wh-why are you doing this?" Supergirl asked, alarmed.
    "Why?" Catwoamn laughed. "Wouldn't you want to help those people?
Wouldn't you want to be Supergirl again?" "Y...Yes," Supergirl answered,
her eyes swelling with tears.
    "Good!" Catwoman laughed. At her signal her henchmen removed
Supergirl's collar and cuffs, and immediately Supergirl could feel her
body coming alive with power. She couldn't believe that she was getting
some of her powers back. "Here, take this!" said Catwoman as she threw
Supergirl her tunic.
    "This, this is not..." Supergirl looked up in surprise. The tunic
that Catwoman gave her was made of polyester, and it was so poorly sewn
that it looked more like a costume in a primary school drama production.
"This is what you're getting, I'm afraid," said Dr Rancor chuckling.
    "No!" Supergirl protested. "No?" Said Catwoman. "Let me show you
something." She switched on a monitor and it showed a cell similar to
Supergirl's. In the middle, bound to a chair, was a girl in catholic
school uniform. She was gagged and blindfolded. "Her name is Pammy.
She's fifteen. You see, if you refuse to go help those people at the
bank or if you don't come back, little Pammy will take your place in
today's after-dinner party. You wouldn't want that to happen, would
you?"
    "How could you!" Supergirl struck out angrily at Catwoman, but was
immediately held by her henchmen. "Slut!" Catwoman scolded and slapped
her across her face. Looking at Supergirl's heaving breasts, she had an
idea. With her men holding Supergirl, she began slapping her breasts
real hard. "Ah! Ah!" Supergirl cried out in pain as her breasts swung
from side to side under the force of Catwoman's blows. Soon they were
reddened. "Have you had enough, slut? Will you do it now?" Catwoman
scolded. "Oh, oh, yes, yes," Supergirl whimpered, with tears running
down her cheeks.

    "Shit!" Nick Hammond couldn't believe his bad luck. Everyone has
been saying that Supergirl has left Metropolis, and fresh out of jail,
he thought it's now finally his turn to make some big bucks. But his
bank job has been nothing but a disaster. The alarm ran off before he
and his gang could do anything, and they were soon surrounded by the
police. Hell, even the news teams were there. And just when he thought
they could still get away with the cash by using the hostages, there she
is, Supergirl, flying towards them.
    "Fuck!" Nick cursed as Supergirl flew in through an open window. He
could hear the crowd cheer outside. "Stand back!" He shouted, waving his
gun at the young heroine. The other members of his gang--there were five
of them--also pointed their guns at her.
    "Listen to me, Sir!" Supergirl said firmly. When she was flying to
the crime scene she kept telling herself to be brave. Maybe she can
still resolve the situation. Just don't let them know.... "The police
already has this place surrounded. You must give yourselves up!" She
went on, trying her best to sound confident.
    While he was trying desperately to figure out what to do, Nick
noticed something. Somehow Supergirl doesn't look right. He had never
met her before and had no idea what she would look like, but the costume
of the Supergirl standing before him just looks kind of cheap. Even from
where he was standing he could see that the "S" was sewn onto the tunic,
and the seams were clearly visible. If she hadn't flown in through the
window, he would have thought that she's a fake. But he had to act fast.
Now that Supergirl's here, the police will be closing in on them soon.
    "No way!" He shouted when he thought about that, and angrily he
fired a shot at the Supergirl who had come to make his bad day even
worse. Oh no! Supergirl thought as she instinctively raised her arm to
block the bullet. The bullet couldn't harm her, but the force was enough
to make her take a step back. Puzzled, Nick fired at her again, and this
time the force of the impact was enough to knock Supergirl down to the
floor. "Ah!" Supergirl cried out. Although she wasn't injured, it was
still painful when the bullet hit her arm. One of his gang member joined
in and fired a shot at Supergirl, hitting her in the stomach. While the
bullet bounced off her body, Supergirl also curled up with the pain.
Seizing this opportunity, two other gang members jumped on her and
overpowered her.

    Nick was thrilled. Rushing to the window, he shouted to the police
outside. "We have now captured Supergirl! Don't come any closer or we'll
kill everyone inside!" Then he walked back to face Supergirl, who was
now held standing up with her arms held behind her back by two guys.
"Let go of me!" Supergirl snapped. "Shut up, bitch!" Nick slapped her.
"And tell us who you are!" "I'm, I'm Supergirl!" The young heroine
protested angrily. "Then how come you're so useless?" Nick said as he
eyed the girl up and down. The way her breasts were heaving showed that
she was obviously not wearing a bra, and her tunic was so thin that her
nipples were clearly visible. What kind of bimbo would jumped into a
situation like this wearing Supergirl's costume? And how could she fly?
And how could such a flimsy-looking tunic stop his bullets?
    "No!" Supergirl screamed as Nick reached out and grabbed the front
of her tunic. Smiling cruelly, he pulled and easily ripped it open, and
Supergirl's breasts sprung free. "Holy shit..." Nick murmured. The tunic
was just made of some cheap, thin polyester, and there was no way it
could be bullet-proof. So this broad is really Supergirl! But from the
way she dressed, she look more like a cheap slut! She had not only made
such a thin tunic and worn it without a bra, but her nipples were
pierced as well! Mesmerized at the sight of Supergirl's breasts, Nick
reached down and grabbed Supergirl's crotch. "No!" Supergirl screamed
and tried to kick him, but her legs were firmly held by two other guys.
"Oh, no!" She cried out in dismay as Nick tore her tunic open, exposing
her pierced pussy.
    "Look at her! Her cunt is pierced too!" One guy exclaimed. "Holy
shit! What kind of a crimefighter are you?" Nick asked. "Let go of me!"
Supergirl shouted angrily and struggled desperately against the men
holding her. This is like a nightmare. Not only is she captured by a
bunch of inexperienced bank-robbers, her costume was now torn and her
most private parts were exposed for everyone to see. Although she had
been naked ever since her capture and Catwoman's henchmen had been using
her in almost every imaginable way, she was now exposed in front of
everyone in the bank. These are people who were just ordinary citizens,
who respected her and relied on her as their protection against crime,
aut now they could all see her naked, with her nipples and her pussy
pierced, and there were also the news cameras outside.... Glancing at
them, Supergirl could see that all the hostages were staring at her,
some with their month wide-open, some with a look of disdain on their
face. A mother covered the eyes of her son. "Let me go!" she cried out
in despair.
    "Not so easily!" Nick chuckled. "Maybe I'm going back to the joint
today, but not without fucking Supergirl!" He shouted. With his men
pressing Supergirl down on a desk, he took off his pants and climbed on
top of her. "No!" Supergirl cried out as Nick entered her. "Hey guy,
she's wet!" He cried out in surprise. "You like this, huh?" He chuckled
as he fucked her roughly, squeezing her breasts so hard that Supergirl
winced in pain. "Oh, oh," despite herself, Supergirl began moaning in
pleasure. Her moans were soon muffled when a member of the gang forced
his cock into her mouth. The man came quickly, and soon he was shooting
his cum into her mouth. Supergirl could not take the humiliation of
swallowing his cum. She opened her mouth and the man's cum dripped down
her cheeks, and the whole gang cheered. Much to her fear, she found
herself approaching orgasm, and her body began squirming uncontrollably.
Please, she screamed in her mind, somebody help me....
    Suddenly she heard several shots, and Nick's fucking stopped.
Supergirl opened her eyes and saw that a hole was blown open in his
chest. When Nick collapsed on top of her, she could also feel the grips
on her wrists and ankles loosening. She pulled her arms free, and
immediately pushed Nick off her. Struggling to get up, she could see
that all the gang members were down, and SWAT officers were breaking
into the bank from everywhere. As they checked on the hostages and the
robbers, Supergirl climbed off the desk, trying to cover herself with
her cape. The cape was too short to cover her pussy, which was
glistening with wetness. Her thighs were wet with her juices too.
    "Supergirl! are you alright?" A little boy called out as she tried
to wipe her juices off her thighs. Supergirl looked up and recognized
that it was a boy whose life she once saved. "Y--yes, I'm okay--" she
stammered, but she was cut off by the boy's mother. "Don't you speak to
that woman, Mark!" She said to the boy sternly. "But, but she saved me
once!" the boy said. "Can't you see? She's a prostitute! A bad woman!"
The woman continued as she dragged her son away. Tears of pain and
humiliation were swelling in Supergirl's eyes when a detective came
over. Supergirl recognized him too, as they had worked together before.
"Supergirl, are you alright?" He asked her the same question, but there
was no concern in his voice. Instead, there was a wide grin on his face.
Supergirl didn't answer. Biting her lip, she flew out of the window
without looking back.
    She cried as she flew to the rendezvous point with Catwoman. These
self-righteous people! She thought angrily. The citizens of Metropolis,
who she thought were her friends, they were not grateful at all for what
she had done for them. They didn't even try to find out what had
happened to her or why she was like that, they just turned their back on her
outright.
Suddenly Supergirl realized that she was more tired than she had thought,and
started falling! Is this the end ?, she thought, do I die this way ?

The Phoenix rises.

With a resounding crash she hit the side of a building, about a mile from
her rendevoux with the evil doctor and Catwoman.
Dazed, lying on a deserted sidewalk, she realized that enough of her super
powers had remained to protect her.
Then, the door to a sleazy tattoo parlour on the other side of the street
opened, and a huge hulk of a man walked out.
Oh god no, Supergirl thought,I'm so tired of this. With a grunt he picked
her up, and then, cradling her as if she was as light as a feather, he
carried her into his deserted shop, and put her down on the couch used for
tattooing and piercing operations.
For the first time Supergirl looked at his face, and a sense of wonder took
hold of her, when she realized, that he wasn't looking at her with lust, or
malice, but with infinite compassion.
"I'm Max" he said, with a voice that sounded like it came from a bass
drum,"How can I help you ?"

Suddenly, like a river that has burst its banks, it all poured out, how she
was captured, what she had to endure.
"Let me look at those piercings", said Max, and after only a moments's
hesitation, Supergirl exposed her breasts, and then also her vagina.
"Oh fuck no", said Max,"I made those!" " A woman, whom I now recognize to be
Catwomen, came in here a few weeks ago, had a look at some nipple and clit
rings, picked out one of each, and asked me I could make some like that, but
with a strange metal that she supplied.
It was a real bitch to work with, shit, I'm really sorry"
And then, taking up an evil looking tool, he proceded to open and take out
the kryptonite rings.

As the last ring was gently pulled out of her abused body, a new strength
started to fill her, and the fog that had clouded her mind, and her will,
lifted. And, like a lightning flash, a plan formed in her mind.
But, first and formost, revenge was the main ingredient of that plan.
"Max, quick, before I get too strong, have you still got the original rings
these were copied from ?"
"Yes, I have".
"Get them and put them in the place of the old ones"
They still had to hold the kryptonite rings against her tits and labia, to
put the new rings in.
" I have to go and save a young girl, but I was brought here in a closed
van, and don't know where the laboratory is, so I have to go back to the
evil doctor, they wil come looking for me anyway"

"What can I do?" asks Max, "Nothing more", says Supergirl, and plants a kiss
on a very surprised Max's mouth.
She had to pretend to be weak still, in the end she took one of the
kryptonite rings, and pushed it deep into her pussy.

In the van Dr Rancor and Catwoman were having a standup fight.
"You killed her, you made the kryptonite alloy too strong, and put her
through too much !"
"Well, says the evil doctor, "it's not like there is previous research on
the subject, but I'm not convinced she's dead."
"We saw her fall here somewhere, I hope you are right, I was really enjoying
her ministrations lately"
And then, around the next corner, next to a sleazy tattoo parlour, they saw
a curled up bundle.

"She's alive, help me get her into the van, Catwoman"
After a cursory examination, Dr Rancor had his men put Supergirl back into
her cell, and worried that maybe they were overdoing it, gave strict
instructions that nobody was to disturb her that night, until he could do a
more thorough investigation in the morning.
Curled up on her cot, Supergirl slowly pushed her fingers into her pussy,
and pulled the poisonous ring from it, and pushed it as far away from her as
possible.
Slowly her strength returned, and then she used her heat vision to burn the
camera lens.
The guard assigned night shift noticed the monitor go off, but mindfull off
the Doctor's orders, returned to his station, after visually inspecting the
cell through the peephole.

Using her supersensitive hearing, Supergirl made sure the coast was clear,
and then got up, and started to put her plan into action.

Meanwhile, earlier the day Superman, after a very satisfying love making
session with Lois, had idly switched on the TV, and was horrified to see the
newscast of the hostage scene.
It was only late that night, after frantic searching, that his supersenses
caught the faint radiation of Kryptonite.
It lead him to an ominous looking building, hidden away in the countryside.
When he tried to penetrate it with his X-ray vision, he was blocked by a
coating of some strange Kryptonite alloy.
He now knew where Supergirl was, but was  really weary off a trap, and
backed off to think of a safe course of action.

Using her X-ray vision, Supergirl checked out the mechanism of the cell
door's lock, and then using her superstrength, she fashioned a pick from one
of the braces on the cot, opened the lock, and sneaked off into the complex.
After a visit to the lab and the armory, she returned to her cell, locked
the door again, and, much to her surprise, fell asleep.

Only to be rudely awaken the next morning, by a boot in the ribs.
"On your feet, slut! The good doctor wants you in the lab, and after that,
well, we all missed our fun last night!"
It was Dave, one of the more brutal guards, and horror of horrors, the dart
gun he carried, was one of those she did not get a chance to modify the
previous night, in her sneaking around.

Supergirl hardly had to pretend to be weak and cowed when they entered the
lab, so many degrading things had happened here.
"You two, inside the door, then lock it." motioned Dr Rancor to Dave and
another guard.
"You, Superslut, I really missed my fuck last night, and so did Catwoman, so
come and stand here, doggy style. You will lick Catwoman clean, while I fuck
you."

Not all of the previous few day's conditioning had been erased, Supergirl
felt her pussy becoming wet, and decided to play along, for a while anyway.
She had to remember to relax her muscles, even when she felt the doctor's
prick probe her anus. She let it slip in all the way, then slowly started
tightening her ring.
First Dr Rancor didn't realize something was amiss, but after a particularly
deep thrust, he realized he could not pull his dick out anymore.
And Catwoman, lying on a low table, with her pussy in Supergirls face,
realized the hand Supergirl had placed on her belly was exerting more than
comfortable pressure.
And then Supergirl spoke, and her tone of voice was far from that of a cowed
bitch, like they were used to.
"So Doctor, you like it in the arse, well, we'll have to do something about
that"
Supergirl was now closly watching Dave at the door, and as he started
fumbling for the dartgun, she instantly seared his eyeballs with a flash of
heatrays.
The dart he let off missed her completely and stuck high up on one wall.
His agonized screaming filled the room as his buddy fired at Supergirl.
His was one of the guns in which she had replaced all the darts with plain
steel ones, and he watched in disbelieve as the darts harmlessly bounced off
her.

Turning her attention to the now helplessly trapped Dr Rancor, she said "
You want out ? Ok," and with a sharp tightening of her sphincter, complete
severed his engorged prick, in her arsehole.

Taking one of the table legs, she bent that around the wildly struggling
Catwoman, trapping her. "That should keep you, until I can attend to your
needs"

The wildly screaming Dave and his now frantically running around buddy was
irritating her, and with two quick blows of her super cold breath, she froze
the lower halves of their bodies.
They lived long enough to realize that they were dying a painful death.

Dr Rancor was standing on his knees, and clutching his bloody little stump.
"You want it back?", and Supergirl expelled his dick with an audible 'pop'
"You like it in the arse?", and she proceeded to push the now helpless
doctor onto his face, buttocks into  the air.
A moment of quick concentration, and her modified clit stood proudly to
attention, a full 10 inches long, as thick as her wrist, and rock hard.
The poor doctor never had a change. Supergirl spread his cheeks, exposing
his tight little pucker, and rammed her clitcock in to the hilt, it ripped
through into his abdominal cavity, and only by cooling the temperature of
her modified clit to just about freezing, did Supergirl prevent the doctor
from bleeding to death immediately.
Slowly she built up to a climax, modifying her body chemistry.
For the first time Supergirl was enjoying her new sexual knowledge.
She was in control, the choices were hers to make, and she was liking it!

Dr Rancour was now getting his voice back, and loudly so, so Supergirl
reached out, picked up his severed dick, and pushed it into his mouth. This
shut him up, and then Supergirl felt her orgasm starting to build, like a
wave rushing shorewards, concentrating on the chemical make up of her
ejaculate, and then, explosively, she dumped a full quart of highly
concentrated caustic soda deep into him.
The good doctor didn't have the sense to pass out, and died, screaming, when
finally his heart was dissolved.

Catwoman was seeing all this, and it almost was a relieve, when finally
Supergirl turned her attention to her.
" You like me playing with you, licking you, fingering you?", and then,
gently, ever so gently Supergirl licked Catwoman's clit, and against her
will, Catwoman became more and more aroused, her clit getting harder and
harder. And then as her orgasm started to build, Supergirl suddenly bit down
hard, completely severing Catwoman's clit, and spat it out, onto Catwoman's
belly, where it lay, like a dead slug.

Then, almost gently at first, Supergirl worked one finger, then two, then
more, then her whole hand into Catwoman's pussy, stretching it like never
before.
"Mmm, I like it, gaping open like this. I wonder how wide it will really
go?", and then, putting both her hands together, Supergirl pushed them in,
deeper and deeper, and now small tears began to develop.
On taking her hands out, Catwoman's fanny gaped so wide open, you could
clearly see her cervix.
Supergirl pushed one finger into that small hole, deeper and deeper, until
it pushed into Catwoman's uterus.
The pain was terrible, but Catwoman couldn't pass out, probably because she
so desperately wanted to, and now Supergirl was alternatively heating and
cooling her hand, to slightly numb the area.
Looking down, Catwoman nearly puked with shock, Supergirl's arm was so deep
into her pussy, it was clear that she had her whole fist in her uterus.
Still alternating the temperature of her hand, Supergirl used a fingernail
to cut the far wall of Catwoman's uterus, and pushed her hand right into
Catwoman's abdomen, right up against her diaphragm.

"The men I can understand, they are merely a throwback to their animal past,
but you, you are a traitor to your own sex"
Catwoman could only moan in reply, the pain was intense, but Supergirl had
the alternating temperature thing down to a fine art now, and was keeping
Catwoman just on the edge of slipping away.
Then her breathing changed as Supergirl slowly pushed  her hand through the
abdominal wall, into her chest cavity, and gently cradled Catwoman's rapidly
beating heart.
"Bye bye dear", Supergirl said softly, and squeezed, and Catwoman's heart,
like a dying bird, fluttered once, and was still.

And just before Catwoman died, she looked into Supergirl's eyes, and there
was nothing there, no hate, no sorrow, nothing.

Suddenly Supergirl was exhausted, nothing mattered anymore.
Her life had changed, irrevocably so. All she wanted now was to rest, and
she crawled, naked and bloody, into a corner, and curled up.
She hardly stirred, when with a resounding crash a huge rock tore a gaping
hole through the roof, to be followed by Superman, after he was sure that
there was no immediate danger, or trap.
Horrified, he listened to Supergirl's story, after gently wrapping her in a
clean sheet from the laboratory's linen closet.
Then, with a grim look on his face, he opened the door to the laboratory.
The men outside had no idea what was going on inside, and Superman went
through them like a scythe through wheat, his oath not to unnecessarily harm
humans completely forgotten.

When the last of the crooks in the complex was dead, or dying, he turned his
attention to the computer where Dr Rancor had stored all the research he had
done, studying it's contents.
"I feel like leaving this planet to it's own devices, or at the very least,
never to give any criminal a second chance again", then gathering Supergirl
up, he flew off to his home at the North Pole, after torching Dr Rancor's
complex with his heat vision.

"Oh my god' what happened to her?" exclaimed Lois.
"It's a long story, and you are about the only human I'll talk to right now,
but first, let us clean her up"
Superman let Lois take care of Supergirl, he was only required to help take
the rings out, and even then, Lois had covered up Supergirl, only leaving
openings in the cloth, where Superman had to work.

Once Superman was happy that Lois had things well under control, he was off.
"I found valuable information on Dr Rancor's computer, linking him to a
number of unsolved cases and evil people, and I better get to them, before
they find out what happened, and cover their tracks"
And from the grim look on his face, Lois realized that these criminals would
be very lucky, if they lived to see the inside of a jail.

The Healing

Supergirl was tossing and turning on the bed, and looked so helpless and
hurt, that Lois went to lie down with her and hold her and comfort her.
She must have fallen asleep, and woke with the distinct impression that
someone had kissed her.
Supergirl,  leaning up on one elbow, was looking at her with a strange
expression on her face.
"Did you just kiss me?" "Yes" said Supergirl, "To say thank you, and because
you
cleaned me up, and looked so pretty sleeping."
Lois didn't know what to say, and then Supergirl kissed her again, and much
to her surprise, Lois felt slightly aroused. Superman had told her enough to
make her realize that Supergirl was going to have some problems, and Lois
was more than prepared to help.
Realizing that rejection would really hurt Supergirl now, she kissed her
back, found she liked it, and kissed her again, longer, more intimately.
With a sigh of contentment Supergirl snuggled up tightly against Lois, and
kissed her deeply.
Her body was in turmoil,  Dr Rancor's experiments had awakened something in
her, but men scared her now, and she would only trust another woman.
Lois felt Supergirl undoing her shirt buttons, freeing her breasts, and
suddenly she wanted this too, to feel this soft blond body against hers.

In a few seconds they were undressed, and Supergirl was nuzzling Lois'
breasts, then her thighs, then her clit, probing her vagina with her tongue.
"I want to go down on you too" said Lois.
"They have changed my body, I'm worried  you will find it revolting"
"Let me be the judge of that", and with that Lois buried her face in
Supergirl's blond bush.
Her remarkable super healing powers had already closed the holes through her
labia, and all the abrasions and stretching from the abuse she was subjected
to was gone. But she wasn't a virgin anymore, and her clit still grew to an
enormous size.
From the fervor with which Lois attacked this part of Supergirl's anatomy,
it was clear she was not revolted. Had she not seen it in it's normal state,
and not helped it to grow, so to speak, she might have found it
disconcerting, but now, all she wanted, was that clit in her.
Lois already knew that she liked men, she had just found out she didn't mind
women either, so this woman with a man thing only took a small mental
adjustment...

In size it was a bit bigger than what she got from Superman, and Lois
gingerly lowered herself onto Supergirl's clit.
It went in deeply, with an incredible feeling of fullness. First, Lois only
sat still, and savored the feeling, then she slowly started riding it,
faster and faster, until, with a scream, both woman came simultaneously.
Supergirl had modified the ejaculate to resemble normal sperm, but it still
was almost a quart, and bloated Lois' uterus. Her uterus then contracted,
squirting it out, causing her to experience another, mindblowing, orgasm.
"God, I want something in me, deep in me!" shouted Supergirl, and all Lois
could think of was to use her hand. She couldn't hurt Supergirl, so she
pushed her hand into Supergirl's cunt, and started to fist her, faster and
faster.
Supergirl's pussy was lubricating furiously and, with another scream, like a
panther in heat, she came. Fortunately Lois' hand was out at that time,
surely it would have been crushed otherwise.

Deeply content, both women fell asleep in each other's arms, their love
juices slowly drying on them.

This is how Superman found them, on his return......

But that's another story !