Tam-Ra, Part 5 - Night Dreams
By Jobber Joe
Supergirl has some "issues" to deal with as she prepares to fight young Amazon, Tam-Ra


All of this, the beatdown of Wonder Woman, the stunning defeat and 
emasculation of Superman, not to mention steamy details of their 
subsequent enslavements to the towering Teen Tyro, Tam-Ra, is 
vividly laid out for Kara Zor-el, Supergirl, when she receives a copy 
of a video shot by Tam-Ra's attendants during between and after 
both epic battles.   At the end of the shocking hour long video, the 
strapping young redhead issues a personal challenge, derisively 
addressing Kara as Super Slut, and announcing she will come to 
America to complete her annihilation of the Justice League by, in her 
words, "destroying" the so-called Maiden of Might in the boxing 
ring.  Supergirl, though she has held both her cousin, Superman, now 
called Slut Boy by his new Mistress, and Wonder Woman, or rather 
Wonder Slut, mostly in contempt this past year, upset some by their 
greater popularity with the masses, but more so by the complicated 
love quadrangle in which they have all been involved, has also 
pledged to the gravely weakened Justice League her commitment to 
fight great criminals and other threats to the free world.   So she 
knows she has no choice but to lace up the gloves against the 
mysterious young redhead who threatens to take over the world if she 
should defeat Supergirl.

There are more than a few issues for the tabloids to latch on to, and 
for Supergirl to fret about, in the weeks leading up to the much 
ballyhooed boxing match.   Sensational stories and pictures have 
already appeared, some fabricated, some unfortunately all too real, in 
the smuttiest of the weekly "rags", scenes and descriptions of the 
lowly, slavish lives now ostensibly being led by the fallen Justice 
Leaguers, Wonder Woman and Superman.   Woven into all of this, of 
course, is that LOVE QUADRANGLE, as complicated as it comes, 
but certainly all laid out here in recent weeks, sensationalized and 
exaggerated some by the tabloids, more discreetly presented in the 
main-line press; and, of course, still on the minds of at least two of its 
unwitting participants, namely current lovers, Kara Zor-El  and Lois 
Lane.  Yes, it is that Lois Lane whom Kara is presently involved 
with, the leggy, comely super reporter who for years was hopelessly 
devoted to Superman; until, that is, her unfortunate abduction by and 
subsequent brainwashing by master criminal, Lex Luthor last year.   
With Superman held at bay by a deadly ring of Kryptonite guarding 
Luthor's mountain fortress, the dark haired beauty, Lois, was re-
programmed to shun and deceive her former lover upon her eventual 
release.  And, indeed, an almost robot-like Lois Lane, with absolutely 
no amorous intentions,  nearly killed Superman one night by luring 
the horny superhero into bed while wearing panties laced with traces 
of Kryptonite.  As Superman first swooned and then feinted away 
completely, Lois stuffed the panties into his mouth and left him 
there, almost a vegetable by the time the landlady found him.  

But Superman, despite a difficult recovery, was still smitten by the 
leggy, curvy news reporter, and refused to file charges against Lois 
when he was once again strong enough and coherent enough to face 
the issue.  So Lois, in detention for nearly a month, was freed by the 
Man of Steel she'd almost killed: but, still under Luthor's 
brainwashing spell, she spurned his further advances, until 
Superman's cousin, Kara Zor-el, worked with him on de-
programming Lois.  It took weeks, but Kara's therapy finally 
worked, re-igniting Lois Lane's affection for the big lug; but too late, 
as the Man of Steel, spurned one too many times by the beautiful, if 
volatile, news reporter, had already leapt into the welcoming arms of 
Wonder Woman; herself feeling shunned by onetime love, Kara's, 
time consuming, and, in Wonder Woman's judgment, excessively 
tender devotion to getting Lois Lane well.  So, as Superman and 
Wonder Woman fell quickly in love, their recently discarded former 
mates,  Lois Lane and Kara Zor-el/Supergirl, respectively, naturally 
fell, and fell hard, for each other, completing the strange quadrangle.

It's the early morning hours the night before the big fight in New 
York City.   In their luxurious hotel suite, it has been a restless night 
for both Kara and loving companion, Lois.  Kara had been sullen, 
distracted, earlier in the evening when Lois had tried to be intimate, 
shrugging off the sexy news reporter's every advance; then had 
tossed and turned in fitful slumber most of the night.  Now, Lois rolls 
over groggily, some small part of her unconscious mind ringing a 
mild alarm at the complete lack of movement or sound next to her.  
Dreamily she reaches an arm over to lay on the buxom blonde 
superheroines hip. 

It isn't there! Kara isn't there! Lois sits up with a start, looking 
around sleepily, trying to focus eyes in the murky darkness.  Then 
she hears the low moan, weak, scared little cry from out in the main 
suite.  With shivers of fright and uncertainty, she gets out of bed, 
hurriedly throws on her black silk "teddy", calling out,  "Kara, oh 
gawd, Kara, are you alright?".  She gets no intelligible answer, only 
another plaintive, weak little moan from beyond the closed door.  
She rushes into the suite, darkened save for the glare of the TV in 
one corner.    The screen is solid blue, the tail-end of a video 
recording that has ended. silhouetted in the eery blue light at the 
foot of the TV/VCR stand is a crumpled figure with long disheveled 
blonde hair, kneeling, head bowed, shoulders slumped forward, still 
moaning, now mumbling "No, No, I'm  Supergirl, can't beat me,. 
ungggghh!"   Lois rushes to her moaning companion, exclaiming, 
"Kara, Kara, oh gawwwd, what's wrong?". The crumpled figure 
jerks suddenly, cries out, "Tam-Ra , stay away, no, no,  please no. 
stop stop".  Lois drops to her knees next to the pathetically pleading 
blonde, notices for the first time that Kara sometime in the night has 
pulled on her bared midriff blue top, her "shortie summer" top they'd 
selected together from among her assortment of seasonal Supergirl 
outfits, the one she and Lois decided she should wear in the ring.  
And she's slipped on the dark blue gloves, one, the right glove at the 
end of a seemingly limp arm, is laid over the edge of the TV cart, the 
other, left glove tucked down between her spread thighs.  Her bare 
crotch is wet and steaming. Kara gently shakes her beautiful blonde 
companion by her rounded shoulders, comforting her, "Kara, Kara, 
its okay, this is Lois, I'm here now". The crumpled beauty begins to 
shake and tremble violently, raises her head up slightly, mumbles, 
"Lois, oh gawwwdd, she can't do this to me.  She didn't knock me 
down; I slipped, I'm not hurt, I can get up. Why won't she let me get 
up, Lois?" Lois slaps her gently on one cheek, the other arm wrapped 
protectively around Kara's trembling body, coos soothingly, "Kara 
darling, wake up, you've been dreaming.. it's all a dream; nobody 
can hurt you my Supergirl!"

The crumpled figure's trembling slowly stops, she slumps back in 
Lois's arms as the leggy brunette sits back, pulls the voluptuous 
superheroine into her lap, stroking her forehead, wiping the tears 
from her reddened eyes.   Kara looks up plaintively at her sexy 
companion, finally mumbles, "only a dream?; didn't happen then?" 
"That's right dearie, only a dream", Lois coos to the younger blonde 
as she gently removes the gloves, which had not been laced up, were 
only hanging loosely on the Maiden of Might's hands, then adds, 
"come on, Kara, you gotta get some rest" She stands up, still holding 
Kara's one hand, starts to pull her up, noting with some alarm how 
Kara wobbles as she struggles stiffly up, leans heavily on her as they 
shuffle back to the bedroom.  Lois thinks to herself, "my gawd, the 
kid's legs are buckling, she can barely walk".  They stumble to the 
bedroom, the much bigger, usually stronger, Kara having to be 
propped up by the slender news reporter, as she wobbles and weaves 
along on clearly rubbery legs.   Lois suspects Kryptonite, the one 
substance that can bring a Kryptonian being like Kara to her knees, 
but they'd taken the care to place sensors in several corners of each 
room, and none are flashing an alarm.  Lois is puzzled and worried.  
But as she guides Kara to a shaky roost sitting on the edge of the bed, 
Kara, a little more in control now, softly intones, "don't worry, Lois, 
the legs were just a little numb from being in an awkward position 
for so long. I'm okay now, don't worry about me. I'm Supergirl after 
all, Heh heh."  Lois is relieved that Kara has a bit of her wry sense of 
humor back at least, turns to go into the bathroom, looking for a 
damp washcloth to wipe Kara's face with.  

When she returns to the bed, Kara has sprawled out on her back on 
top of the covers, blue top still on.  She appears to have dozed off, 
but no, her clear blue eyes are open, meeting Lois's green eyed gaze 
with unmistakable languorous longing.  Her blue clad chest heaves 
up and down with her deep, gentle breathing.  Lois can feel a telling 
wetness growing between her own legs at the sight of her luscious 
companion lying there so invitingly.  She climbs with both knees on 
to the bed, reaches forward with the damp cloth, gently wiping down 
that beautiful youthful face.  Kara sighs appreciatively, stays spread-
eagled, but wiggles her voluptuous body expectantly.  Lois takes the 
cue, drops the cloth, wraps the gorgeous crimefighter up in a big hug, 
laying back in full lip lock now.   Though she can feel Kara's body 
melting into hers, the sexy news reporter senses a strange passivity in 
her loving companion. Kara is like a rag doll, letting Lois be the total 
aggressor.  Lois rolls on top, instead of struggling against her as she 
oft-times does during their playful tussles, Kara's arms drop limply 
behind her head, unresisting.  The blonde moans softly, mumbles, 
"no, no, not the cuffs, please not the rod,  Lois no, no" even as her 
heated up, splayed body signals "yes, yes, do me!" 

Lois recognizes the telltale signals immediately, pulls back, reaches 
into the nightstand drawer, pulls out the ten inch plastic strap-on, and 
the leather cuffs.  Ever the  kinky one, Lois intrinsically knows this 
isn't right, isn't the time for this kind of frivolity; "Kara needs her 
beauty rest for gawd's sake"' but the over-sexed news reporter can't 
help herself.  Wrists are swiftly cuffed, the leather straps attached to 
the cuffs wound tightly around and tied to the corner posts. Kara 
wiggles excitedly, struggling but feebly in her new bindings, but 
makes no serious attempt to work herself free.  She could rip the bed 
post loose from its frame with just one hundredth-speed  twist of her 
iron strong superbod, but instead chooses to play as helpless as a 
newborn lamb. Lois stands next to the bed, fairly panting as she 
fastens the dildo harness straps around her smooth hips and tight 
little butt.  The tethered, spread-eagled Maiden of Might moans 
plaintively, seductively, hoarsely whispers, "no, no, Lois, not tonite, 
have to rest up, gads no!"  But the words are spoken half-heartedly, 
and her well lubricated hips are undulating suggestively, betraying 
her true desires.  

Lois hesitates for just a moment of self-doubt, thinking, "no no, 
better to let her calm down and get as much sleep as she can; " but 
her raging hormones just as quickly take control, and with a low, 
lusty growl, she playfully teases her tethered prey, "tough luck, 
BITCH, you're mine!".  The 2 words elicit an almost scared 
sounding cry from the fevered lips of the splayed blonde 
superheroine.   In her dizzying minds eye, she has suddenly flashed 
back to the last few seconds of the tape that has just run out in the 
other room.  There is Tam-Ra, the self-proclaimed Mistress of 
Humiliation, standing there in all her terrifying, if glorious, 6'3", 
flame-haired splendor, Wonder Slut's star spangled panties gripped 
in one hand, the tattered patch of blue with the shredded Red "S" torn 
from Slut Boys enormous chest in the other hand.  She is glaring at 
the camera, has just issued the boxing challenge to the Maiden of 
Might, and finishes with, "SUPER SLUT, YOU'RE MINE!" Kara 
suddenly blurts out, "no, no, not a SLUT; gads,  gotta get up!".. 
Lois, lost in her own lusty rage now, thinks this is all part of the 
game, snorting seductively as she moves in on the splayed beauty, 
"bitch, slut, SUPERGIRL, you're all the same to this Mama! "  She 
moves up onto the bed to mount and enter Kara's sopping wet pussy, 
but suddenly Kara swings her untethered legs up, taking a half-
hearted, weak kick at her dark haired mate.  Lois growls with feigned 
displeasure, swats at the upraised legs after they plop softly, 
harmlessly, against her washboard abs.  The beautiful, tanned legs 
drop heavily to one side.  Lois grabs them roughly, pushes them back 
out to wide spread-eagles, getting no resistance from the still tethered 
blonde beauty save a meek little cry of "no, no, can't do this to me!"  
As she has grabbed Kara's gorgeous long legs at mid-thigh, Lois 
couldn't help noticing that Kara's superbly muscled thighs are 
trembling like warm Jell-O, soft and pliable, and steaming!. She 
gives the strange notion of a so-called Maiden of Might having 
jellied thigh muscles but scant thought as she takes the first plunge, 
the dildo sinking fast and deep into Kara's collapsing walls of warm, 
moist womanhood.

In Kara's sex-clouded mind, she has had a sudden, vivid, and 
intensely troubling, vision of falling beneath a hail of flying leather, 
her legs buckling weakly as she crashes to her back on the canvas.  
Above her now, Lois grunts while taking a second lusty plunge into 
the musty depths of her lover's sopping wet love canal with the hard 
plastic dildo, the long shaft making a loud, wet "PLOP!" as it slowly 
withdraws from the writhing superheroine.  Totally lost now in her 
own fleshful fantasies, Kara's sub-conscious mind flashes a vivid 
dark "2" across her dazed mind.  She can't really comprehend 
whether it is a numeric figure or a voice, only knows it has hit her 
muddled senses like a runaway freight train.  She mumbles thinly, 
"no, gotta get up, beat the count, gunnnnh!" If she hears the strange, 
mumbled words, Lois, lost in her own fleshful fantasies at the 
moment, pays it little heed.  She thrusts again, a brilliant "3" flashes 
across Kara's hallucinating brain, she whimpers, "no, no, can't be on 
the canvas, I'm Superg___nnnngh", her faint words dying off into a 
guttural moan of exquisite torment as Lois takes a 4th plunge and 
Kara's plundered body shakes and trembles on the ragged edge of 
total surrender.  

Lois is like a woman possessed, slowly withdrawing the slicked 
down dildo after the 4th thrust, laughing wickedly at the loud wet 
plop it makes when its bulbous, ribbed head pulls away from Kara's 
sopping opening, then reaching forward to roughly shove the 
undulating sweat soaked blue top up and off Kara's heaving melon 
breasts.  Grabbing one creamy white breast in each hand, she delights 
in mangling the soft breast tissue, tugging on the hard, distended, 
leathery nipples as she thrusts in and out four more times in rapid 
succession now, her gyrating hips slamming against the 
superheroine's quivering ass cheeks, taking Kara's gloriously 
impaled body along for the ride. Deep within her clouded brain, poor 
Kara is about to lose it entirely, a sense of giddy panic washing over 
her as an inner voice loudly tolls out, "5,6,7,8" with each lusty thrust 
of Lois Lane's plundering fake cock. She tells herself, "oh gawd no, 
can't be happening; it's too late,  I can't get up, won't beat the count, 
gunhhhhh! "  Panting from the exertion Lois pauses after the last of 4 
rapid fire thrusts, sneers down at her luscious sex toy , "come on, ya 
horny SLUT. show me some life, fight back, if you can, 
SUPERGIRL!  Hah, you ain't so SUPER now, are you, SLUT?" And 
then in she goes again, a dizzying "9" swirling across Kara's 
muddled senses as the plastic dildo penetrates deep! She has given up 
all hope of getting up off the "canvas".   She cries out sharply 
"unggggh, you've BEATEN ME, gawwwd NOOOO!". 

Lois slowly pulls the dildo out this time, panting from her lusty 
exertions.  In her sex-crazed frenzy she thinks she has heard her 
tethered mate say, "BEAT ME".  She grins wickedly, thinks 
immediately of the black leather crop, but can't take the time to look 
for it now.  So she improvises, the thick plastic rod  strapped on to 
her hips dripping with Kara's sticky hot juices as she slides up Kara's 
splayed, fevered body, grabs the end of the  dildo and roughly rubs it 
over and around Kara's jutting breasts, mashing the cum soaked fake 
cock down across the beautiful blonde superheroine's huge, rigid, 
twitching nipples. Kara writhes weakly, moaning heatedly, her whole 
body tingling in the throes of a massive onrushing orgasm about to 
consume her.  Lois snarls huskily at her, "beat you, my comely little 
SUPER POWERED SLUT?; already have; but there's a little 
something for those big ripe titties of yours; and here's this!" With 
that, a woman more than possessed, indeed wild and untethered, out 
of control, Lois slides up further until her slick, hot, sensuous thighs 
are putting a steamy squeeze on Kara's mangled, battered breasts, 
while she slaps the big plastic pole back and forth across Kara's 
reddened face.  Kara's blue eyes open wide. To her minds eye she 
sees above her not the slim, somewhat angular features of Lois 
Lane's mature, but still gorgeous, face with a strapped on battering 
ram plastic dildo whipping back and forth across her fevered cheeks, 
but rather the youthful, high cheekboned face of an amazon goddess 
with glorious red hair, and big, red , terrifying leather gloves beating 
a tattoo on her defenseless face.   A thunderous "10" explodes on her 
senses as she cries out loudly, "gunnnnhhh,  SUPER SLUT,  
BEATEN! Gawwwdd noooo, TAM-RAAAAAA!" just as the 
massive orgasm takes her, shakes her spread-eagled, tethered body so 
hard the leather cuffs are ripped away from their bindings.

 Above the sensually "KO'd" blonde beauty, Lois Lane, so lost in her 
own frenzy that Kara's final cry of "Tam-Ra" as she climaxed didn't 
even register on her sex-addled brain, rides the bucking superheroine 
like a practiced cowhand.  then, as Kara's sexually spent body finally 
collapses in limp exhaustion, Lois, seeking desperate relief herself, 
rises up to a squatting position over the satiated blonde, whose now 
untethered arms are draped limply behind her head, and pushes down 
with the dildo, through Kara's parting lips, pumping the big plastic 
meat, making Kara deep throat the plastic phallus, which the rag doll 
beauty does dutifully, choking and gagging on her own juices, which 
are smeared all over the sex tool. 

With a loud gasp, Lois soon enough climaxes as well, her juices 
streaming down onto Kara's chin and neck as she pulls the dildo out 
from Kara's mouth and collapses, spent from her own sweet labors 
and dozes off, still draped over the unmoving blonde, her sticky wet, 
dark muff laying across Kara's chin.  Beneath the slumbering 
brunette, Kara, dozing off herself, is dreaming of being rolled into a 
stretcher out in the boxing ring of her over-active imagination, her 
voluptuous body too battered, beaten and weak to leave the ring on 
its own accord.  She is carried up the aisle, head laid over to one side, 
blood seeping from her mouth, one glassy blue eye fixed in a vacant 
stare, the other closed shut beneath an ugly, purplish welt.  Her arms 
are dangling limply, fingers scraping across the concrete floor, long, 
lovely legs twitching spasmodically as they lie lifelessly stretched the 
length of the stretcher.  The image is so sharp, so troubling, that the 
fitfully slumbering blonde beauty's stunningly developed body jerks 
sharply, the imagined ravages of the fearsome beating rippling 
through her even as she lies spread-eagled and wantonly wasted still 
beneath the draped body of her slinky, dark-haired, formerly sex-
crazed, now blissfully slumbering, companion.  The vivid 
dream/nightmare continues, the stretcher carrying the beaten, broken, 
blue clad superheroine laid now at the feet of the ravishing red-haired 
young Amazon Queen, her Conqueror! Eyes fluttering, then slowly 
closing again, splayed body giving one more fitful jerk, Supergirl 
whimpers dreamily, "My Goddess, My Mistress, I am yours as 
you've commanded, your SUPER SLUT!" 

The dreamy image fading out slowly, she finally drifts off into a 
deep, long slumber, barely moving a muscle, indeed mute and limp, 
for hours on end.  She is awakened well into the late morning by a 
now visibly worried Lois Lane, who has been thinking, "gads, what 
have I done, I was a maniac last night.  I could have killed poor Kara 
in my lust-crazed attack. I hope she can pull it together"  When she 
indeed awakes, Kara has similar thoughts about her maniacal, sex-
crazed partner, but forces herself to remember only the pleasurable 
parts of last evening, the numbing orgasm, of course, the warmth of 
her lover's body draped over hers in the early morning reverie. She 
tells herself, "get a grip girl, it was only a dream, a terrible 
nightmare. It can't happen to me in real life, I'm Supergirl, can't be 
beaten!"

We shall see. Fight time is just 8 hours away.

(to be continued)