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 7 of 7) Part 7. Time had no meaning for Supergirl anymore. What little she knew since she awoke after the Batman hoax was that she was shackled to the four-poster bed. She no longer had any kind of clothes on at all. She was also vaguely aware that she got fucked often. Her pussy and her ass were sore. She had a taste of cum in her mouth that she couldn’t get rid of. Her tits were wet and sticky with cum. Everything else was a blur to her. She was vaguely aware of faces.. different faces, but all still the same man.. X Luthor, using his own shape-shifting powers, made himself into different people, then repeatedly fucked her. He made himself into so many people from her life that she couldn’t keep track of what was real and what was a shape-shifter’s illusion. There was another sensation she was vaguely aware of.. the Orgasmatron. The memorable hum and the blue glow that followed it. When she wasn’t getting fucked by X, he had that device on her. It drove her to near insanity by forcing her to cum so many times. There was a numbing sensation to her body now, almost like she wasn’t really there. She was, however, aware of the sore muscles and the tenderness of her wrists and ankles after straining against the restraints. She was tired, hungry, sticky, sore, thirsty, slightly numb, and extremely humiliated. She vaguely wondered if X was going to shortly end it all for her. It would be a godsend in her mind. X has not only turned her into a slut, but she had RAPED Batman when he tried to rescue her. How will she explain that to Clark? To the other heroes? There would be no explanation that would satisfy them! Just then X walked into the room. He no longer dispensed with clothes or disguises. He was simply naked, with his big 14-inch cock half-erect sticking out like a divining rod. He had a cocky smile on his face - the kind he always had just before he fucked her. "Good morning my dear!" he said cheerfully. "I have a treat for you today.. if you’re behaving. You ARE behaving, aren’t you?" She nodded. She knew better than to reject him now. "Who are you?" he asked her as he put his hand into her stringy hair. ".. super.. slut.." she replied in a hoarse voice. He stroked her hair like one would a pet. "Very good, my super-slut. Now, I have a gorgeous dinner for you if you’re willing to do what’s necessary.." She knew what he wanted, and at that point nothing else mattered to her. Nothing. She nodded her head in compliance. X reached over and freed her from her wrist restraints. Then he did the same with the restraints at her feet. All the while he was careful to keep his left wrist away from her.. the wrist with the security bracelet that keeps her in check. With the restraints off, Supergirl let her limbs fall as she felt the circulation return to them. They were numb, and she had little or no strength left to move them. X straddled over her, then dropped to his knees on top of her massive tits. His huge cock was right in front of her face. "Make it hard," he said with a sneer. She reached up and with a shakily hand took the half-limp phallus into her mouth. It got hard as she started sucking on it. She could feel it get engorged with blood to it’s maximum thickness. Then X pulled it out of her mouth and placed it between her massive melons. "Hold your tits tight," he said. "Push them together." Her fingers were still tingling as she complied, pushing her tits together as he began to pump his massive cock between them. The sensation was unnerving for her - his cock between her super-sensitive tits. She could feel the erotic sensations build within her again. ****** Superman returned to Metropolis in a huff. It has been a grueling few days for him - helping out Japan from an earthquake, then a hurricane in Bangladesh, and then a tsunami in Hawaii, then an invasion attempt by a rogue Khund warlord. Running into Maxima didn’t make it any easier. The red-haired princess was still lusting for him in the worst way, and she still refused to take "no" for an answer. At one point she filled his mind with her erotic fantasies - fantasies that involved the two of them bare naked, their genetically-flawless bodies grinding together in heated passion. To see Maxima’s perfect breasts and red-hot pussy - even as a mental illusion - got him a raging hard-on. He was tempted like no other time before and he was that close to actually ravaging her… But then he remembered he still had Lois, and she has always been more than enough of a woman to satisfy his all too human desires. The Man of Steel made a beeline to Lois’ apartment, using his X-ray vision to make sure she wasn’t with somebody. Then he opened the window and let himself in. Lois was in the kitchen when he entered. "Clark?" she called out. "Yes Lois," he said as he tugged off the cape and almost flew over to her. The smell of her body, the warmth of it, got him hard again. "MMMMM… I don’t know what’s better, the smell of your cooking or the smell of your body." He nibbled on her neck, his hands roaming down to her tight ass underneath the black sweats. "HMMM.." she said as she felt the bulge pressing into her lower abdomen. "Oh, baby, something got your attention. I know you don’t normally do this when you come in.." Then she suddenly backed away, bumping into the cabinet behind her. "OHMIGOSH! I almost forgot! Your parents!" Suddenly that snapped him into attention. So close after Conduit.. to hear anything about the Kents was hard for him. "What? What happened to them?" "Nothing.. I think.. anyways they were in this small town with Supergirl, and Martha called me saying they thought they saw Lex Luthor in the area. Jonathan and Martha headed out of the area and Supergirl went to check on things. I couldn’t call you.. so I pulled out the number you asked me to use in case of emergencies.." "Batman’s number," Superman said. "Did you hear anything else from Ma and Pa?" "Only that they were staying just on the outskirts of Sugar Creek.." In a flash Superman had grabbed the cordless phone and dialed the number to his adopted parents’ cellphone. "Ma? Yes, it’s Clark. Listen, I just got back from space. Lois told me a little about what’s happened, and I’ll be on my way there shortly. You two go on to your next spot. I’ll get Mae and… Yes Ma, I have.. a friend who should be there already.. so you two get going and Mae and I will meet you there. I’ll feel safer when the two of you are away from the area. Yes Ma.. I love you too. Bye." "I’m sorry Clark," she said as he returned the phone to the charger. "I should have said something the minute you came in, but you came in so fast.." "Don’t worry about it Lois," he said as he gave her a quick peck on the cheek, then retrieved his cape. "I’ll be there in a few minutes, and if Luthor is still there I’ll make sure he pays dearly for this!" ***** Batman walked stealthily into the hallway located at the end of the mining shaft. He found Luthor’s limousine parked with the engine cold. It hadn’t been used in days. The hallway was dimly lit, leading straight to the room at the end. Once inside the room at the end of the hallway he found it to be empty, but indications of a trap were there. His night lenses picked up the reflections of small mirrors in one half of the room, and the telltale indentions of a recessed barrier. On the other half of the room, he noticed the fine carpeting and the indentions in the shag that proved something heavy once rested there. Perhaps a desk and a chair. On the other side of the room was another passageway. That led to another hallway, this one brightly lit. The hallway had a steep incline to it - the first door on the left had some sort of medical examination room in it. Heading upstairs he found a second room - this one resembling a surgical observation room. But unlike other observation rooms, this one had computer terminals and other devices inside it. He quickly checked the monitor displays. Each of them displayed different biological functions of someone referred to as "SUBJECT SS." He wanted to look further at them, but decided first to do a quick check of the other rooms. It would do him no good to check monitor readings if someone as devious as Lex Luthor was around. There were a few other rooms down the hall. One was for a costume room with various outfits - including a close imitation to his own. Each costume had a photograph or picture on the hangers. He checked out the one with the imitation of his outfit - the picture appeared to be from a computer printout. The notations on the bottom read "Lexcorp Security - Intelligence Division. Subject: Batman" He was about to put the costume back on the hook when he noticed the tear along the waistband of the pants. They were torn by somebody of great strength - the material used to make the outfit was of thick Latex, designed to stretch but not tear. The kind of strength Supergirl would have. There were other outfits as well, but one caught his eye - the extremely accurate Supergirl outfits seen at the end of the room. Of all the costumes, these didn’t have any accompanying pictures with them. But they didn’t have to if it was Lex Luthor. He knew Supergirl, was intimate with her. No doubt Luthor has whole mainframes dedicated to her physical structure right down to the DNA. Leaving the costume room, he checked out two of the other three rooms. One was an ornate dining room with a fully stocked kitchen. The other was what appeared to be an ornate suite complete with living room and bedroom. The very last room was sealed with a metal door. He didn’t know what was going on there, but from the faint sounds he picked up he knew somebody was in the throws of sex. He placed a warning device on the adjoining wall of that sealed door that would alert him to movement, then returned to the observation room. One display caught his attention - the one marked "SS - Matrix Configuration." He knew that meant Supergirl, since she was the only person created from a protomatter matrix. The computer was Windows95 based - so he pulled up the adjoining files about subject "SS." The configuration files had numerous settings displayed. The one currently displayed was for "Super-Slut" and had features that would put Wonder Woman to shame. There were other settings as well, including one that would enlarge Supergirl’s features to an obscene extreme. It was marked "Emergency." Another terminal monitored Supergirl’s mental output. There were images and messages being flashed on the screen. No doubt being transmitted straight to her brain. The level of mental conditioning was to an extent he’d only seen once by the Mad Hatter. These messages were erotic in nature, with detailed stories, sound clips, and scenes from porno movies added in for enhancement. Then there was the third monitor. One that had a closed-camera image of some guy fucking a nude blond woman the bore a striking resemblance to the "SS" configuration file. There was a notation underneath the image - "ORGASMATRON STATUS: STANDBY." He knew about the Orgasmatron from Batgirl, and how Lord Easystreet almost put her and Wonder Woman into retirement through their humiliation. He went back to the first monitor. If it WAS Supergirl being fucked by that guy in the third monitor, then it probably wasn’t willing. If there was some way to give her an edge.. ***** "UNGH!" Supergirl and X fell off the bed, rolling on the floor while he continued to pump his hard cock into her. Over and over again he fucked her, bringing her from one climax to the next. Her heavy breasts slapped her chin as he continued to fuck her. "UUNNNGGHHHH… OH GOD…. UUNNGHHH!!!!!!" Supergirl writhed underneath him. "AAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" "Yeah.." X said under his breath, "cum…. Cum again…. my… super-slut…." X closed his eyes, oblivious to what would happen next. "What…" Supergirl said, "what… is.. happening…. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" X didn’t know anything happened.. except that all of a sudden her pussy wasn’t as tight as it was before. He opened his eyes, only to discover the woman she was fucking wasn’t her. It wasn’t Super-slut. It was Supergirl! And Supergirl was aware of her transformation. How could she not be aware? Her tits shrunk back to normal size, she shrunk a few inches to normal, and even her voice went back down an octave to normal. But the one thing that was still the same was that X was still fucking her. "What.." X said. "NO! THIS CAN’T BE!" He tried to pull away, but Supergirl locked her legs behind him, keeping him pinned down. Then she grabbed hold of his left wrist.. and the bracelet. X realized what she was trying to do. "NO! NO! NOT NOW!!" But it was too late. She pressed hold of the blue button on the bracelet and pressed hard, using all her strength to lock it in. The Orgasmatron was targeted for Supergirl, but because X was on top of her when the button was pressed, the beam hit X square in the back. X’s eyes went wide with pleasure as he let loose a bloodcurdling yell. Then proceeded to pump his cock in and out of Supergirl at breakneck speed. "UUNNNGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" cried the Maid of Might. She was not only being fucked by X again, but she was also getting the residual effects from the Orgasmatron as it coursed through X. "AAHHHHH" screamed X as he spasmed. "T-T-THE PL-PLEASURE!!!!!! C-C-CAN’T STOPPPPP!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Over and over again X fucked Supergirl. Supergirl could feel X’s sperm pour out almost continuously into her vagina. He was cumming almost continuously now.. which for a woman would be blissful, but for a man - even a shape-shifter - would be certainly lethal. She wanted to relax her hand.. to stop the process, but in the throws of multiple orgasms every muscle was locked down hard. "C-CAN’T S-S-STOP… UUNNGGHHHHHHHH!!" she screamed as yet another wave of pleasure hit her. She could feel the torrents of sperm filling up her vagina, making it bulge out. Jets of it started to spray out from her pussy lips as she felt him spasm over and over again. She knew the sensations all too well, but she never had it hit her while being fucked. It was like she was being fucked inside and out. X meanwhile was in agony. He had never been hit with the Orgasmatron before, but he knew what the effect would be if he was. At first he was enraptured by the pleasure, but the pleasure quickly turned to pain as he realized that he was being forced to climax even faster than the last time. And no matter how many times he shot his load, he was still rock hard! He could feel his muscles tense up with every climax.. his heart beating faster and faster.. "H-HELP!!" he screamed, "I.. UUUNNGGGHHH…. C-CAN’T…. AARRUUGGHHHHH…. S-S-ST-STOPPPPPPP…. NOOOOOOOOO!!! OH… GOD… STOP… IT!!!!!!!" ***** Superman was over Sugar Creek when his JLA communicator sounded. Only a handful of people knew he still carried one - and one of them was Batman. He dove straight for the signal to the mine on the outskirts of the town. "Batman?" he said down the hallway. Batman met him halfway in the second hallway leading into the examination room. "Over here," he said grimly. Superman raced ahead of him into the observation room. Supergirl lay there on the medical table, quite unconscious. She was once again dressed in her blue and red outfit. "What.." Superman started to say. "She’s fine," the Dark Knight reassured him. "Now anyways." "Where’s Luthor!" he demanded. "He was never here. Seems it was one of those Lexcorp copies of Supergirl disguised at Luthor. That’s who Supergirl found." Batman pointed at Supergirl’s temple. "It had implanted some sort of device in her head. My guess is it wanted Supergirl to give any information she knew about you. But I removed it a minute ago. She should be fine now." Superman looked up in disgust. "Where is… it?" Batman barely got the word "upstairs" out of his mouth before Superman bolted back up the hallway and into the last room that was open. Aside from the bare bed with restraints, the only thing in the room was a puddle of gray mass that vaguely resembled a humanoid statue. It was slowly melting itself into the carpet. "Whatever it was," Superman said, "can’t hurt her anymore…" He rejoined Batman and an awakening Supergirl in the examination room. "C-Clark?" Supergirl asked as her eyes fluttered open. "I’m here Mae," Superman said as he took her hand. "Are you OK?" She blinked for a minute. "Yeah.. I guess I am.." She turned and saw Batman on the other side. For a minute she had a feeling of absolute horror and guilt. Her eyes went wide and her mouth gaped open. The Dark Knight recognized her horror. "What is it?" he asked. Supergirl wanted to say something, but then the feeling passed. "I don’t know," she said. "It was the weirdest feeling… like I did something really wrong.. but I don’t know what…" "It’s probably nothing," Batman said. "I’ve seen it before with some heroes who have been captured like you were." "What do you remember?" Superman asked. Supergirl thought about that for a minute. "It’s the damnedest thing.. I don’t remember anything except going after someone that looked like Lex Luthor. He trapped me in some sort of room… then… I’m sorry.. I can’t remember anything after that." "That’s OK," Superman said. "Let’s get you out of here." He helped Supergirl off the examination table. She flinched slightly when she saw the table, but again she didn’t know why. Then she noticed that she had CLOTHES on, that the outfit wasn’t an extension of her protomatter body. But for some reason she felt comfortable with that. Superman looked back at Batman who was still standing in the room. "Batman?" "I want to comb the area for clues," he said, "see if there’s anything that might help us find Luthor. Go ahead and get her out." "OK," the Man of Steel said. "And thanks for helping out…" Batman watched them as the left the room. He didn’t want them to know the real truth: that Supergirl’s memory lapse wasn’t just convenience, but something he deliberately did once he realized what Supergirl had done while being captured. The observation room had recorded everything going on in the exam room and her cell. They were on videotapes for X’s personal amusement. It recorded everything from her capture to her repeated rapes to raping someone who wore the fake Batman costume, then finally her act of vengeance against X. He returned to the observation room and pulled out the last tape in the recorder. It was the tape where Supergirl killed X. He knew she did because he was the one that triggered the computer to restore her appearance and her powers. She could have forced herself off him at any time. That was why he removed those memories from her mind before removing the implant and why he kept that knowledge away from Superman. Clark was the closest thing to a friend besides Alfred, Jim Gordon, and Nightwing, and he knew that telling him the full extent of what X Luthor did would have driven the Kansas-raised kryptonian out of his mind. He entered the living quarters which was ornately decorated with all of Lex Luthor’s tastes, right down to the nude painting of Supergirl, done back when she was infatuated with him. No doubt it was this picture that got X thinking about this whole sordid affair. Behind the painting was a hidden control panel with three buttons and a lever. He depressed the three buttons then put his hands on the lever. "God forgive me," he mumbled before pulling the lever. Five minutes later the mine, and everything inside it, exploded. ***** Onboard the luxury yacht "Regal" Lex Luthor relaxed on the observation deck facing the pool. A beautiful blond girl dove into the water with grace and ease. He watched as she pulled herself out of the pool, how the water clung to her short blond hair, how it dripped off the points of her bikini-clad body and down her bare skin. Just then the ship’s purser interrupted. "Excuse me sir, but this fax just came in for you." Luthor snatched the fax from the young man then sneered at him until he skulked away in fear. Then he read the fax. "Mister L. - Lexcorp facility #2345-654 at Sugar Creek exploded. Cause unknown, but Superman and Supergirl were seen in the area. Fiscal leak in that area has also been stopped." He didn’t know why Superman and Supergirl were there, but for whatever reason it was for the best. They were nowhere close to finding him, and he should be in Monte Carlo in another month. Still.. Supergirl was someone whom he couldn’t get out of his mind. Then he noticed the blond girl in the blue bikini. Aside from the short hair, she could pass herself off as Supergirl. She walked up to him. "Excuse me," she said, "but I couldn’t help but notice that you were looking at me." "Really?" Luthor said. "Well I must admit that I was. You see, you sort of remind me of a former girlfriend." "Oh! How much like her?" "Why don’t you have dinner with me and I’ll tell you all about her. I have the executive suite." Her eyes widened. "Sure.. mister..?" "Call me Lex," he said as he extended his hand. "And you are?" She took his hand. "Aurora." "An interesting name," he said with a grin. "You can tell me all about it tonight. Say around seven?" "Seven it is." He watched as she walked away. Even her ass reminded him of Supergirl. "Oh yes, I will have you," Lex said. "My little super-slut." END -- Story Submission: Newsgroup FAQ: Archive site: (Not pretty yet)