Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: MD James Subject: NEW STORY!! Supergirl and X - by MD James (Part 4 of 7) Part 4. Luthor got off the table and looked down at the prone body of Supergirl. Her skirt was hiked up to her navel. The blue tunic with the trademarked S-shield ripped down the middle, exposing her average but swollen breasts. The panties she was wearing were in a heap on the floor. Her blond hair was wet from the sweat of her forced sex. Cum began to ooze out of her swollen cunt. Despite what had happened to her, though, she wouldn’t cry. She wouldn’t give him that kind of satisfaction. She fought the tears that welled up in her eyes. "You bastard!" she said with venom. "You’re not Lex Luthor! He would have never done this to me!" "Lex" smiled. "You’re right. I’m not Lex Luthor." Supergirl was shocked at that revelation. She had her suspicions, sure. After being raped by a huge cock who wouldn’t? But the confirmation that the man who just raped her wasn’t Luthor still surprised her. "Who are you?" she demanded. The man who appeared to be Lex Luthor then began to change. He morphed into a much younger man. Still with a huge physique, and the same huge phallus, but now he was much younger. In fact, he barely looked older than 21. He had wavy blond hair, but still had the firm jaw and piercing eyes of Lex Luthor. "You can call me X," the young man said. "X Luthor. Kind of a nice ring, don’t you think? Kind of like those comic book characters.. what were they? Oh yeah.. X-Men." "W-why?" she asked. "Why did you do this to me? Why impersonate yourself to look like Lex Luthor? Why did you trap me? Why did you rape me?" "Oh come on now!" he said with a laugh as he picked up the computerized notepad again. "Do you REALLY think I would get your attention if I looked just like I do now? PUH-LEASE! Besides, I like looking like dear old Daddy! I get access to his secret finances, dinner at some of the finest restaurants without a reservation, and access to all of his goodies!" "D-daddy? You mean you’re really… Luthor’s SON?" X smiled. "You could say that… MOM!" Supergirl’s eyes went even wider. "MOM??" X laughed. "Well you’re not really my mother. Technically I don’t even HAVE a mother. But you and I are related in one aspect.. we’re both protomatter beings." "The experiments," she mumbled. "All those copies of me.." X nodded. "Exactly! Doctor Packard had made copies of you using samples of your own protoplasmic body. BUT Luthor didn’t want just a copy of himself. He still wanted to be human. So his scientists whipped up a combination of homemade protomatter and human DNA, and PRESTO! X Luthor is born!" "Oh god.." she said. X examined his body. "Well I wasn’t really ‘born,’ just created. Anyways, the plan was to put Luthor’s brain inside my body. Then all hell broke loose. You and the rest of the super-dopes busted dear old Daddy, and trash Metropolis in the process. Lex got caught, and all the assets and programs were frozen. They wanted to kill me, but I was too smart to let THAT happen. So now I have this whole facility to myself. EVERYTHING is at my beck and call. For instance…" X pressed a button on the notepad. Instantly a small device came out from a recessed panel from behind a wall. It was pointed straight at Supergirl’s vulnerable body. "That implant you have inside your head monitors everything that goes on in your body. Kind of like a videotape.. given enough stimulation and it will know as much about your body as you do. Sometimes even more." At a press of a button on the notepad, a familiar beam of blue light hit Supergirl square in her navel. The beam from the Orgasmatron swept her body again, this time stronger than she ever imagined it could be. She screamed in pleasure. "AAHHHHHHHH… No… not.. again…" she said as she could feel herself building for a powerful climax. "Lord Easystreet told me that this works kind of like a drug," X said with a crooked smile. "Once the initial wave sweeps you, your body doesn’t need as much to get off on later. Well, we shall see, won’t we?" The waves of the beam hit her, much stronger this time than before. Her whole body shook. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! GODNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! OHGODOHGODOHGOD!!! UUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! IIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" She convulsed as she came like she never did before. X meanwhile simply stood nearby, still very much naked, and still observing the readings on the little computer notepad. "Excellent," he said with a smile. "Simply excellent." * * * * * Lois Lane slammed the phone down in frustration. So many phone calls- and yet there was no one whom she could call to contact to help Supergirl. Superboy was no help. Neither was the Alpha Centurion. She tried to call the Titans, but she found out they disbanded quite recently. She knew Supergirl and Arsenal were friends, but all she could get from Agent Steel was that Arsenal was on assignment in Asia. And Clark was still around on the other side of the world. She thought about using Clark’s Justice League communicator, but it would have been impossible to explain how she knew about the device when Clark hadn’t been a member of that group since he was brought back from the dead. Finally, she realized there was one other call she could make. It was a number Clark told her to use only if needed. The number was on a piece of paper located just underneath a picture of her and her fiancée. "Yes?" Came a dark and foreboding voice on the other end. "This is Lois Lane. Superman gave me this number in case he can’t be reached and it was an emergency." "This number is not a paging service!" said the dark male voice. "This is an emergency," she said quickly, hoping the person on the other end wouldn’t hang up. "It’s about Lex Luthor." A second passed. "What about him?" "He was spotted in a place called Sugar Creek. Supergirl was following him, and she asked for some assistance. I can’t contact Superman or any of the other heroes to help her. She needs your help." "Supergirl is a grown woman," the man said. "She should be able to take care of herself. But for Superman’s sake, I’ll take a drive over there. It should take me a day to get there from Gotham City." "Thank you," Lois said with a sigh of relief. Then the phone went dead. * * * * * Supergirl didn’t know how long she was unconscious. Hours? Days? It was all irrelevant to her. She did know that X had cleaned her up and put her in another duplicate costume, only this time without the cape. X walked into the room carrying a tray. This time he only wore a white robe with the initials LL on it. It was another one of Luthor’s silk robes. "Good morning my dear!" X said with a smile. He set the tray at the table she was still strapped to and sat down beside her. "I trust you are well rested." "Why are you doing this?" she said with a somewhat horse voice. "Why?" "Still defiant I see," he said he ran his hand across her cheek. "Perhaps after some breakfast you’ll be a bit more receptive. You do need to regain your strength." He straw-fed her a glass of instant breakfast. The meal tasted like chocolate but with a somewhat metallic bite to it. Once she was finished he wiped the sides of her mouth with napkin, then set the tray aside before continuing. "Why I captured you?" he asked as he picked up his electronic notepad. "Why not? I really wanted to try out my little tricks on Lois Lane, but when I saw you on my way back to town I decided you would be a whole lot more fun than old Lois. There are plenty of things I can do with you that I can’t do with someone like Lois." "W.. What do you mean by that?" she asked with a quake in her voice. "Well I don’t really appreciate how your creator designed you," he said with a grin. "Your body seems a bit.. well it seems a bit too plain. B-cup breasts, drab blond hair.. he made you more ‘girl’ than ‘super.’" He then pressed a few buttons on his notepad. "I think you need a change." "What do y.. UUUNNNGGGHHH!" She could feel herself change beyond her control. Anytime she changes form outside of her Supergirl look she feels pain, but she never changed involuntarily before. The first thing she noticed was her breasts. They were not only getting fuller, but bigger as well. The added size pulled her tunic up over abdomen. Her ass cheeks tightened, and her hair felt like it was on fire. She could also feel herself getting taller by a couple of inches. Then the pain subsided. "What.." she said in a octave just a bit higher than usual, "what did you DO to me?!" Instead of telling her, X reached under the table and swiveled it up so she could see the changes in a full-length mirror. Supergirl HAD grown an extra half-foot taller. Her breasts had ballooned from a size 34B to a very ample 47DD. Her waist had contracted to a diameter that would make most models jealous, even though her hips were more realistically proportional. She had lost any kind of girlish features in her face, and her hair went from a drab blond to a very long and full platinum blond. "Oh shit!" she said to herself. "He turned me into a Barbie doll! I look like I could be one of those sluts in the X-Men!" X ripped open Supergirl’s tunic again, exposing her giant melons to the cool air. Even her nipples were enlarged slightly. "THAT," he said with a sinister smile, "is more like it!" He began to knead her breasts, and much to Supergirl’s embarrassment, she was actually starting to get aroused by it more than ever. "UUUUUNNNGGHH… OHHHHH…" she said as she began to pant. She couldn’t believe she was getting close to climaxing just by the way her breasts were being massaged. "N.. no.. This is.. OOOHH.. this shouldn’t…. MMMMM… feel so GOOOOOOOODD…" X began to suck on one of her nipples, as Supergirl began to struggle against her restraints and her rapidly building orgasm. She wasn’t supposed to be aroused by this. Yet she was. She was actually getting turned on by it all. "Like it?" X asked as he pulled his mouth off her nipple. "I know you do… I made your tits extremely sensitive. With time you’ll cum by just me sucking on them. But that’s not all that’s now sensitive…" X unfastened Supergirl’s skirt and pulled it off her. Her legs were still restrained so he had to rip her panties off to expose her now hairless cuntmound. "What are you.." Supergirl started to ask, but then X began to lick around her bare crotch. "I.. I… MMMMM…. Oooh… no… please.. HMMM… OH FUCK… OH SHIT… AHHHHH… Oh GOD!!! NNNHHHHH!… I… I…. Oh God… no…. NOOOOOOOOOO!" Supergirl shook violently as she climaxed. Her wrists were raw from trying the restraints and trying to fight her orgasm. She came quickly. Too quickly for her! X removed himself from between her wet thighs with a look of satisfaction. Then he removed the his white robe to expose her to his huge cock. "I think you’re ready for this now," he said with a grin. "P-please…" the girl of steel begged as she panted. "Don’t… not now… please… please…" But it was too late as X stuck his cock-rod into her wet pussy. If it were possible, Supergirl would swear his cock was even bigger than before as it entered her! She screamed as it sunk into her. "OH GODDDDDD!!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!!!" "Yeah," X said as he began to slide his cock further up into her. "I made …. UUHH… your pussy even tighter….. UNNHHHH … than before, so you’ll have to feel… UUNNHHH … every inch of me!" "UUNNHHH!… OOHHH… OH GOD…. NNNNNNNHHH!!!" While X was busy thrusting into her, he pressed a button underneath the table. Instantly, the restraints on Supergirl’s ankles snapped open, freeing her legs. Supergirl’s realized that her legs were free, but instead of trying to use her legs to fight off X, she instead found herself wrapping her legs around the young man, helping him push deeper into her. She was shocked at her own actions. She was getting RAPED.. AGAIN.. and yet now she’s enjoying it! What was wrong with her? Supergirl screamed in joy as she climaxed again. Then suddenly X began to shudder, and then Supergirl could feel him cum once again, spraying her womb with his sperm. She could feel it spray into her like a hose. How much sperm did he have? X pressed another button and the table turned back upright. He laid there with his deflating cock inside her. Her new body was layered in sweat. "Get of me.." she said. "No," X said with a smile. "I like it here… you with your hot, sticky body, my cock inside your hot pussy.. your legs still wrapped around my ass…" Supergirl realized that indeed her legs were STILL wrapped around X’s waist. She unwrapped herself and let them fall to the table like they were phony. "PLEASE," she said insistently, "get off me." X did so, without comment or criticism. His cock left her pussy with a soft "POP." He stood there looking at her. Then, after slipping on his robe, he reached for the notepad and pressed a button. The penlight beam of the Orgasmatron hit Supergirl on the chest, and she cried out in ecstasy as she climaxed again.. and again.. END OF PART 4 -- Story Submission: Newsgroup FAQ: Archive site: (Not pretty yet)