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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 death grip 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 Labs 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 in watching television, 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 armor piercing 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 Labs 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 downward spin 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 spiraling staircases, the robots finally reached an immense, equipment-filled lab monitored by dozens 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 and 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 her 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 only 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 cape, and a skintight blue tunic with a large, red and 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 without any 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 street lamp, 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 ground 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 the amazon'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 twice been repulsed by huge powered suits and hovering 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 benevolent 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 running 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, needing 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 conqueror.
"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."
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(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. A blue, snug tunic with a red and 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 neck. Supergirl tried to move her face away, but the aggressive member came on, rubbing against her red lips, then sliding pervertedly into her mouth. Mirabelle moaned softly, her mouth full as the tentacle throbbed and slid down her throat. The two lower tentacles moved inside Supergirl's red skirt, caressing the dark-haired girl's pussy and anus.
The superheroine trembled in fear, her pussy still warm from Davro's probing mouth. A tentacle pushed inside Supergirl's cunt, filling her fuckhole with a cold, slimy pole that advanced aggressively into her belly where it writhed with lustful pleasure. Mirabelle moaned loudly around the tentacle in her mouth as it slid wantonly back and forth, filling her lips with its pulsing mass. The third tentacle punched into her anus, ramming painfully within her tight craphole until she felt her whole crotch full of twisting, slimy metal. Sweat dripped from Supergirl's pale skin as her ass moved back and forth from the tentacles pumping inside her. The member in her mouth slithered in her throat, its slime bitter tasting as its body writhed in the valley between her full, dripping tits.
Davros growled with pleasure, his shoulders pushed back and his arms dangling as he thrust his crotch obscenely towards his manacled fucktoy.
"Such tight, warm holes," moaned the cyborg as he pushed violently into Supergirl's mouth, cunt, and anus, making her bare body twitch and tremble as his members dug deeply into her warm flesh.
The tentacles 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, and 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."
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(03) {Into the Lion's Teeth}
Supergirl landed in front of the abandoned and decaying 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. She was 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 spider webs coated and clung to every surface, forcing the superheroine to leave obvious boot prints 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 gray-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 cloudbank 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 lascivious 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 between 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 ass cheeks 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 orifices, 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 backward 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 gray, water-laden 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.
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(04) {The Lion's Den}
Supergirl left Niagara Falls behind, flying north until she found the Fortress of Solitude. Overwhelming Zarn's force field, 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, metallic 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 power blasts 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 teacup 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 infrared 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 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 paper cup, watching him fall limply to the floor and lay unmoving, a broken doll in her sight.
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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
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