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This story line is not part of the Missions of Supergirl story line.

"Great Ghu, I'd better see if I can help!" the super heroine from the planet Krypton decides, setting down her morning cup of coffee.  Linda Danvers, Supergirl's alter ego, works as a news gatherer in Leesburg, Virginia for a global news network and has been aware of the mighty Wonder Woman's disappearance.  Supergirl hasn't gone searching for Amazon, assuming the absence would be short, assuming that the Princess of Themyscira would use her powers, gifts from the goddess Athena, to get out of any tight situation.

"I'd better get down to Washington and see if I can find any clues," Supergirl thinks, "and maybe I should swing by Gotham to see if my friend, Batgirl, has any ideas.  She's probably the greatest detective in the country, so if anyone can find her, she can.  Maybe we can pool our resources and look for Wonder Woman!"

Linda Danvers quickly changes into her Supergirl costume - boots, a cape, a short red skirt and a tight blue tunic with her trademark lightning-shaped *S* covering her breasts.  Completing the change, Supergirl steps out onto the balcony of her high-rise condo (she's on the top floor, naturally) and leaps into the dawn sky, headed toward Washington, D.C., by way of Gotham.

Arriving in Gotham, Supergirl lands in an alley near the apartment of Barbara Gordon.  Barbara fights crime at night as the caped cutie, Batgirl.  Supergirl slips into a neat pants suit and blouse which she keeps, compressed down to the size of a handkerchief, in a pouch in her cape.  Back in her civilian clothes, the Girl of Steel steps out of the alley and walks around the corner to Gordon's apartment.

After a full minute of ringing the doorbell and pounding on the door, Supergirl's impatience gets the better of her and she scans the apartment with her super vision.  No sign of Batgirl, and one of her costumes is missing, as is her BatBike!  "Batgirl must be on the case already," Supergirl decides.

Two minutes later, Supergirl flexes powerful leg muscles and leaps into the air, having returned to the alley to get back into her *work* clothes.  After scanning Gotham with her super vision for any signs of Batgirl or the BatBike, Supergirl thrusts her legs and accelerates, turning toward the nation's capital.  In minutes she arrives on the over the central police station.

Supergirl uses her super vision and super hearing to scan the police station for any information they might have about Wonder Woman.  She's just about to give up and go down to the station in person when she spots a slip of paper on one detective's desk - "Minnie the Moocher, alley at 14th and H street Northwest, Info on Wonder Woman?"

"Well, obviously that detective has a contact I can use!" Supergirl declares.  In a heartbeat, America's favorite heroine lands in an alley near the designated intersection.  Looking around, she spots an ancient-looking woman wearing little more than old rags rummaging through a Dempsey Dumpster.

"Hello!" the Maid of Might says brightly, "I'm Supergirl!  If you're Minnie, I understand you might have some information about Wonder Woman?"

The old crone looks up from the dumpster, one eye leaking some kind of fluid, the other nearly closed.  Her eyes travel up and down the super heroine's fantastic body, causing Supergirl to blush from the crone's attention.  Finally, in a raspy voice, the old woman croaks, "Maybe I did see sumtin', maybe I didn't.  Might need sumtin' ta remind me.  Getting old though, so money helps best."  As a bony, gnarled had reaches from the old woman toward the heroine, Supergirl steps back a pace.  Her hands slide behind her back and she turns slightly, looking down on the old woman, disgusted that a human would let herself lose so much self respect that she would allow herself to descend to such depths.

"I'm sorry, but I'm in a hurry.  If you can't give ME the information, perhaps we can call the police and ask them to help?  Although they might not like some of the things I can see in your shopping cart . . . "

"ALL RIGHT, ALLL RRIIIGGGHHHTT!" the old woman wails, throwing her hands up, "hold yer water, girlie!  I heard that there's a new guy in town . . . his name is *The Hunter*.  S'posed to have a nice house in Northwest D.C.  But I already done tole' all that to that BatChick (RW: See "Hunter v. Batgirl ", exclusively in Danorian's Yahoo Group).  Whyfore you hassling me now?"

"Give me an address or something more to go on, Minnie, and we can forget all about the laws your shopping cart breaks, okay?"

After receiving an address from the old woman, Supergirl wastes not a moment more on this wretched bottom feeder.  She turns and leaps into the air and begins a slow sweep over Northwest D.C., looking for the house of *The Hunter*.  After ten minutes. she smiles triumphantly having found his house so quickly.    Hovering over the house, Supergirl uses her famous super vision to scan the house for signs of  Wonder Woman.  No luck.

"There seems to be sheets of lead under a large part of the mansion - I  wonder if . . . Yes!" Supergirl says, "there must be a large room under the house, lined with lead!  This man MAY be holding Wonder Woman captive down there.  WAIT!  What's that?" Supergirl says to herself.  She's spotted the BatBike in a thicket near the Hunter's house.

Supergirl swoops down and lands beside the motorcycle, hidden in brush not far from the mansion.  "Yep, it's the BatBike!" Supergirl says, inspecting the modified German bike.  "Her helmet is still here . . . so where's Batgirl?"

A perplexed super heroine leaps into the air and a second later lands on the front steps of the Hunter's mansion.  As she starts to climb the steps toward the door, two men guarding the front door from hidden guard posts rush the super heroine, their Mac-10 machine pistols spitting hot lead at the Maid of Might.  The bullets hammer her front, most of them hitting on or around her breasts, and the momentum of the slugs causes Supergirl to back up a step.  One creamy white hand goes to her breast as she massages the fabric over her bullet-battered ball of flesh.  Of course the bullets don't penetrate her costume or skin, but after several hit on almost the same spot, she does feel a slight tingling sensation there.

"Boys, boys!" a deep booming voice yells from the top of the stair case.  "That's no way to greet THIS visitor!"  Supergirl had been about to melt the machine pistols when the man's shout attracts her attention.  As the two gunsels back away from Supergirl, she looks more closely at the man at the top of the stairs.  A tall Asian man, over six feet in height, with very broad shoulders introduces himself to Supergirl, "Hello, I own this house.  You may call me Hunter."  He's wearing jodhpurs - tan riding pants with wide bulges on either thigh, knee-high black boots, a green turtleneck sweater, and a tan vest with odd symbols above the left breast.  Tan deerskin gloves cover the man's hands.  The man seems to be about 25 years old, with a well developed physique and short black hair.

"Come on in, Supergirl," the Hunter says, "I'm always glad to entertain such attractive women as yourself!"  Supergirl slowly climbs up the steps, warily watching the two gunmen and their boss.  At the top of the stairs she moves toward the open door, assuming Hunter will step aside and let her enter.  Instead, the man continues to block the doorway with his body, forcing the heroine to SQUEEZE past him, her body briefly rubbing against the front of his body.

Inside the house, she looks around the foyer, looking for signs of Wonder Woman or the Batgirl, but can't see any signes that they've been here at all.  She does see a door at the end of the hallway, a door with lead sheets behind the wood, blocking her super vision from exploring beyond the door.

When Hunter closes the front door behind the heroine, he moves to join her in the foyer.  He surprises the heroine by grabbing her elbow in one of his powerful hands and steering her toward the living room.  "Have a seat, my dear," the Hunter says, waving the heroine toward a large and plush sofa.  "I'll have some drinks brought in!"

"N-no," Supergirl says, wrenching her arm away from Hunter,  "I'll just be going again as soon I've confirmed that Wonder Woman isn't here.  Or Batgirl, either!"

"Wonder . . . Woman?  Bat . . . girl?" Hunter says, a quizzical look on his face.  "Of course I've heard of them, but why would they have business with me?  I'm just an honest businessman!  Mr. Crusher!" Hunter yells.  When his number one henchman sticks his head through the open doorway,  Hunter says "get us some drinks, please.  Bring me that tool that's on the back shelf in the library, okay, and maybe something *special *, on the rocks, for Supergirl?"

"No - no drinks for me," Supergirl replies, rising to her feet.  "I just wonder, though, if I might get a tour of your house.  It looks nice.  Maybe we can start in . . . oh, THE BASEMENT?"

Hunter moves to stand before Supergirl and the door back to the hallway.  "Well, now you're just being rude, Supergirl," Hunter says, oozing charm, "and here I am, trying to be a good host.  All I ask is a few moments to get to know you better as a person.  A small chat and a drink or two and then I would LOVE to take you downstairs to show you my equipment!"

Startled by the man's charm, Supergirl returns to her seat and watches the tall, ruggedly handsome man sit in a chair across from her.  As he starts to talk about himself and the history of his house, Supergirl fails to notice that all her attention is focusing on this man and his deep, droning voice.  On and on he talks, and more and more the heroine blots out her surroundings, her mission, everything but the sound of his voice.  She even fails to note the return of Crusher, bearing a large silver tray.  There are two drinks on the tray, plus a long cylinder.

Crusher hands a glass and the cylinder to the Hunter, then moves toward Supergirl.

"Mmmnnhh," Supergirl sighs, "that man's voice - it's so calming, so soothing.  I've never heard anything like it before . . ."  Suddenly Supergirl feels a strange tingling in her body, feels suddenly weaker!  Snapping out of her reverie, she notices Crusher approaching her with the silver tray stretched toward her, a rock glass with ice cubes and a clear white liquid sitting on the tray.

"O-oohhhh, I s-suddenly d-don't feel so good," Supergirl says, raising a hand to her forehead.  Placing a hand on the couch's armrest, the Girl of Steel starts to rise when a wave of nausea sweeps over her super body, causing her to fall back onto the couch.  Crusher walks to a point beside the couch and slides his tray under her nose, just inches from her super body.  Supergirl's eyes flutter and her head falls back onto the couch as she struggles against the incredible weakness sweeping over her body.  Summoning her reserves of strength, Supergirl again tries to rise off the couch. "NNnhhh!  S-so weak!  M-must . . . must leave!"

"Oh, well, Mr. Crusher, don't just stand there, give the lady a hand!  Heh, heh, heh!" Hunter says, rising off his chair.  He puts down his drink, untouched, and lifts the metal cylinder.  He unscrews one end and up-ends the tube, letting a long metallic object slide out of the tube.  As he moves toward Supergirl, his associate turns away from Supergirl to place the silver tray and its drink on an end table.

Crusher turns back toward Supergirl, still struggling to get off the couch, and extends a hand toward her.  The Maid of Might notices through pain-fogged eyes that the man has GIGANTIC hands - they must be at least eight inches wide at the wrist!  As Crusher's gigantic mitt grabs Supergirl's right elbow, his left hand reaches behind the heroine and she can feel it covering her back, pressing her cape into the small of her back just below her shoulder blades.  As the man helps her to her feet, she suddenly feels an INCREDIBLE burning pain shooting into her back, right behind her heart!

"Aaooowww!" she cries, barely able to stand, even with Crusher's help, "w-what's WRONG . . . with me," she gasps, trying to focus as Hunter moves closer.  She looks at Crusher, then back at Hunter, seeking answers for her weakness.  "W-what did you do to me!??!"

As Supergirl tries to move away from Crusher, he tightens his grip on her right elbow, then moves behind the heroine.  His left hand moves off her back and swings around to the front of her body.  As his left arm pins her left arm against her body, he brings the palm of his hand up to the woman's face.  Supergirl gasps in shock - there's an inch-wide chunk of a glowing green rock in his hand - GREEN KRYPTONITE!!!

Green Kryptonite was created when her home world, the planet Krypton, exploded many years ago.  Both she and Superman temporarily lose most of their powers and suffer incredible pain when exposed to the deadly radiation of green Kryptonite.  Even a chunk this small can steal most of her strength and reduce her to little more power than that of a muscular human female.  Supergirl tries to shove Crusher's hand away from her face but he laughes and just moves his hand toward her magnificent breasts.

"NNNNOOOOO!!!" Supergirl screams as his hand moves toward her breast.  His right hand has moved her right arm behind her back and he holds that arm in a tight arm-lock position.  She tries to push his left hand away from her boobs, but he has better leverage with his left arm, and easily brings the rock against her body with the chunk of green Kryptonite nestled between her soft blue-clad breasts, crushing them and her costume under his huge paw.  "UUNNHGHGHHH!!  St-top! STOP!!  Y-you can't do this to me, I'm . . . I'm nnnnhghhh I'm Supergirl!" she protests, her vision getting very fuzzy now.  The touch of the green rock against her body, even through the thin fabric of her costume, causes the heroine to scream in pain and bump backward against Crusher's body.

The impact of her move knocks the pair to the floor and Crusher accidentally bumps his head against the wall, stunning himself for a moment and loosening his grip on the super heroine.  Supergirl realizes that his grip on her body isn't as strong and the rock (as well as his left hand) is now somewhere off to her left.  As weak and pained as she is, Supergirl manages to roll off Crusher to her right and rises to her hands and knees.  Panting, the heroine is about to rise to her feet when the back of her head EXPLODES in pain, driving her onto her stomach on the floor.  Again Supergirl screams like a animal in pain, quickly moving one hand to the back of her head, rubbing it in the vain hope that will ease her pain.

"I figured I might run into you or Superman some time," Hunter says, above and behind the stricken woman, "so I took out an *insurance* policy.  I paid Lex Luthor a pretty penny for that *little piece of home*, but it seems to be working quite well for me, don't you think?

"Also, remember when you crashed to Earth some time back?¹  No?  Well, you were unconscious at the time, of course, so why should you?"  Hunter continues, standing over Supergirl.  He kneels and places the metal rod against Supergirl's back, between her shoulder blades, and when the humming device touches her cape and presses inward against her body, Supergirl arches her body, raising her head off the floor, and tries to raise her feet off the floor.  Her arms flail as she also tries to reach the object in the small of her back.

She can't reach it and after a second, collapses back onto the floor, arms and legs splayed out.  "AAAOOWWW," she cries, sobbing, "PPPLLEEEEAAASSSEEE SSTTOOPP!!  IT HURTS!!"  She can't remember when she's felt such pain.  Her tortured mind tries to think back to what he's saying - something about being unconscious?  She's in too much pain to concentrate!

"Well," Hunter continues, moving the rod away from the girl's back, letting her gasp and wheeze as the incredible pain eases.  "You were taken to the hospital.  This little device was found inside you - inside your vagina, in fact!  Isn't that curious?  The attending physician in the ER said that it was humming and your body was vibrating and you were in such great pain.  You were also pumping out orgasms like there was no tomorrow, Supergirl.  Curious!  Then he turned off the rod - there's a very simple on/off switch here on the base - pulled it out of you, and you soon stopped moaning and crying and slept like a baby for three days!  They had to use a strong industrial bleach to get all the cum off your pussy.

"I happened to hear about this incident from an associate," Hunter continues, helping Crusher to his feet, "so of course I HAD to own it!  I made the doctor a deal he couldn't refuse.  I killed him anyway, but at least I TRIED to buy it.  Hey, I'm a criminal, I need help!"

"Nnoooo!" Supergirl moans, realizing that Hunter possesses the Stimulatron that Maxima had used to dominate the Girl of Steel.  This piece of alien technology causes nearby muscle tissue to flex rapidly - it makes muscle tissue spasm uncontrollably, burning up energy, crushing small blood vessels, and causing great pain.  Maxima planned to use it on Superman but Supergirl fell into the trap first.

Drawing on her incredible energy reserves, the Girl from Krypton again rises to her hands and knees, intent on getting to her feet.  Her upper body trembles as her back muscles continue to spasm from the touch of the Stimulatron.  She lifts her head up to look around and sees Crusher standing on one side, the Hunter on the other side.  Both are grinning at the stricken heroine.

"Well," Hunter says, smiling at the heroine, "I promised to take you downstairs.  You're not going to leave before I get to do that, are you?  And your drink!  You never had your drink, Supergirl!  Crusher, hand our guest's glass to me, if you please.  And if you would please assist me . . .?"

After carefully picking up the rock glass and handing it to Hunter, Crusher's left hand covers the back of Supergirl's head, holding it and her hair in his massive mitt.  The chunk of green Kryptonite, connected to a chain that is wrapped around his left hand, now rests directly against the back of Supergirl's skull.  As Crusher lifts her up to her knees, her arms weakly bat at his arm, trying to break his grip and get the green K away from her body.  She sobs and moans from the deadly radiation pouring into the back of her head, burning into her brain.

"This is a little concoction I prepared just for you interfering super types.  Batgirl enjoyed one just last night, in fact.  However, I doubt that I could get a needle through your super hard skin, so perhaps . . ."  Hunter nods at Crusher who uses his right  hand open Supergirl's mouth - he puts his thumb on one side of her jaw, his forefinger on the other side, and squeezes, bending the woman's head backward and opening her mouth as one would that of a pet, to give it medicine.  Hunter sloshes the drink into Supergirl's open mouth and Crusher immediately slips his hand over the fabric covering her breasts and grabs one of her magnificent tits and SQUEEZES it with all his strength.  Supergirl gasps in shock and surprise and swallows most of the liquid in one gulp.

"Help our guest to her feet," Hunter says gallantly, watching Crusher lift the heroine to her feet.  Her legs are too wobbly to stand, though, so Crusher again moves behind the heroine, his right hand holding her right arm by the bicep, his left land covering her super stomach, the chunk of green Kryptonite pressed against her body.  Hunter stands about a foot to one side, slowly pounding the Stimulatron rod into his cupped palm, to *remind* Supergirl that more than green Kryptonite can be used on her.

As the trio moves slowly toward the door opening into the foyer, Supergirl makes one last attempt to beat these two men.  She reaches her left hand behind her back and thumps Crusher - right on his nuts.  Crusher screams in agony and as he bends forward in pain, he releases Supergirl, virtually shoving her away from his body.  Supergirl totters on her feet and moves toward Hunter, hoping to overpower him before Crusher can recover.

"Still a bit of fight left in you, I see," Hunter says, backing away from the costumed woman, bobbing and waving the Stimulatron like a fencing sword.  He suddenly lunges forward and touches the tip of the Stimulatron against her right forearm, even as she reaches toward him.  When the rod touches her skin, she screams and whips her arm back, away from him and toward her body.  A large purple welt where the rod touched her forms at the point of contact - blood vessels have ruptured underneath, giving her arm a stain just like  someone who's been beaten with a ball bat.  Her arm muscles spasm rapidly from the device's touch and her arm drops limply to her side.  Supergirl shrieks from the painful encounter and backs away from Hunter.

Waving the Stimulatron like a short sword, Hunter lunges forward again and *stabs* Supergirl on her left bicep.  Again, even this brief touch is enough to cause the woman to step back, one hand on her right forearm, the other on her left bicep.  She's sobbing like a child now, aware that she can't just rush past Hunter as long as he has that rod in his hands.

Desperately, Supergirl shoots a reddish beam of heat from her eyes directly at the alien rod.  In a second, the rod glows red from the heat she's pouring into it and Hunter has to drop the rod, yelping from the burns on his palm.  Leaning against the couch for much-needed support, Supergirl draws a ragged breath and decides to rush Hunter.

"AAOOOWWWW!!" she cries when one of Crusher's massive fists hits the side of her head and sends her flying sideways over the top of the couch, ending up with her legs on the *seat* portion of the couch and her head dangling over the back of the couch, her arms limp.  Crusher steps close to the couch and lifts the Girl of Steel into the air, his right hand holding her crotch, the left her neck.  Raising her above his head, he shifts his hold so that her back is parallel to the floor, then he drops to one knee, his other leg stretched before him, bent at the knee.  As he lands on his knee, he brings Supergirl down onto his outstretched knee, ramming her back against his knee.

Her super hard body causes him considerable pain, but Crusher giggles at the heroine's reaction.  She screams horribly, her legs begin kicking the floor, and her arms and legs flail about - she's obviously in great pain from this backbreaker blow and terribly weakened from exposure to the green K near his left wrist.  Crusher quickly rises to his feet and repeats the wrestling move, even as the girl screams for  him to not do it.

Again the heroine's body slams down onto Crusher's knee, again her body explodes from the incredible pain.  As she lies limply on his knee, her head and arms on one side, her feet on the other, useless to her, Mr. Crusher raises his hands over his head and clasps them together into a fist the size of a basketball, with the small chunk of green K inside.  He brings the huge object down onto her rock-hard abs with a thundering force and rattles the room.  Supergirl's body spasms and her limbs shoot in all directions from the mighty blow.

"Ohhh <gasp> n-no more, please!" she cries, beaten by two humans.  Two humans with other-worldly weapons.  Slowly her eyes close as the Miracle Maiden blacks out from the painful punishment they've done to her invulnerable body.  Just as her eyes shut, she begins to feel a tingling sensation in her crotch.

"MMnnnnhh!" Supergirl moans, opening her eyes.  "Wh-where am I?  Rao, I ache!"

As the cobwebs clear from her brain and she begins to see more clearly, Supergirl notices that she's in a large dark room.  Her arms and legs are chained to a table, a custom design job, no less.  Her arms are stretched over her head and chained to a ring at the end of the table.  Her legs seem to be on special ledges or attachments to the table - the edge of the table ends just above her crotch and the two ledges continue beyond the edge of the table, leaving a wide gap between each ankle and spreading her legs in a *U* shape.  There is a wide leather strap across her stomach, holding it to the table.

"I'm . . . I'm NAKED!" Supergirl gasps, realizing that every stitch of her costume has been removed.  Crusher must have done it - no ordinary human has the strength to remove her tunic.  "This bozo must think leather and steel can hold me - has he got a lesson coming!"  Supergirl is about to snap the restraints holding her to the table when she hears a soft feminine voice in the shadows.

"I don't think you should do that, Kara," the woman says.

Supergirl turns her head toward the side and uses her super vision to probe the darkness.  About six feet away, a woman is stretched over a barrel, her ankles chained to the floor, her belly against the barrel, and her arms pulled (PAINFULLY) forward by wrist cuffs.  "Oh - my - GOD!  Batgirl!" Supergirl gasps, suddenly recognizing the woman.

Hunter has dressed Gotham's Dark Knight - but instead of her signature crimefighting costume, she's now wearing a frilly pink dress with a billowy skirt, white bicep-length gloves, white shoes with six inch heels, white stockings that run up to her thighs, and garters.  She has no panties, just a belt to attach the garters to.  And she still has her cowl.  Her butt is a mass of scars and dried blood - she has obviously *tasted the cat* more than once.  And the front of her frilly dress has been pulled down, exposing her taut white breasts.  Suddenly Supergirl notices that there is a nipple ring on each nipple.  The ring is connected to a small chain which is fastened to the floor, stretching her titties into long cones!

"WHAT DID HE DO TO YOU!" Supergirl screams, forgetting to escape for the moment.

"I . . . I broke in to his house and he punished me!" Batgirl says, and starts sobbing.  "Supergirl, he knows my secret identity.  If I try to escape, he'll . . ."

"Don't worry, Batgirl," Supergirl says forcefully, "as soon as I - oooooOOOHHH . . . "  When she started to exert her muscles and snap the chains holding her wrists, she suddenly felt a massive tingle inside her stomach.  A warm and fuzzy tingle.  A NICE tingle that quickly moved down to her crotch and BUZZZED her vagina pleasantly.

"Hey!", the puzzled heroine whines, "why nnnngh why do I ooooh feel so funny?"  Suddenly a little liquid seeps from her crotch and slides along her inner thigh.  "Mmnnh, I . . . I NEED s-something!  Aaahhh . . . feel so . . . so strange!"

"Fight it, Supergirl, fight it!" the Dark Knight of Gotham cries to her friend, "it's probably that stuff he put into me - it'll make you into a sex-crazed beast!  Aaaoowww!  My tits!"  She struggled too much and the nipple rings reminded her to lie still.  "Wonder Woman was here, too, but he took her away a little while ago, just after he brought you down here.  She's in bad shape, Kara!"

The Maid of Might looks at her friend through teary eyes.  THREE heroines in this man's clutches and no way to escape!  "But ... but ..." the distracted heroine thinks, "there MUST be a way to escape.  Ooooohh, my vagina!"  Grimly, the super woman tries to blot out the itch between her crotch.  She fails to completely suppress the feelings, but has enough wits about her to try to escape.  She begins pulling her arms down toward her body to snap those chains, she can hear the metal groan, can feel it start to yield to her otherworldly muscles, then she has to stop.  Panting, gasping, she's unable to snap the chains!

"Wh-why?  What - I don't understand mmnnnn," her mind in conflict, her body demanding the attention of a lover.  "My powers!"  Suddenly the woman from Krypton notices the chunk of green Kryptonite dangling from its chain and hanging about two feet above her body, draining her super powers and leaving her weak and helpless. "NNOOOOOO!" she cries in desperation.

Suddenly the lights come on and Hunter and Crusher stride into the dungeon - Hunter's Dungeon!  As Crusher walks over to check on Batgirl's restraints, Hunter moves to his newest *guest*.

"I trust you slept well, Supergirl," Hunter says, oozing charm.  "We have a lot to do, and not much time, so I need you refreshed and ready.  Tell me, Supergirl, do you like this?"  he asks, running his hand lightly across the heroine's tightly-stretched abs.

"Hey! Mmnnhhh, yyeeSSSSSS!  Oohh, that . . . that feels goooood!" the heroine gasps, unable to control her body's reaction.  "Wh-what did you DO to me?"

"Oh, well, I just gave you some of my *home brew* - part aphrodesiac, part muscle relaxant, and part hallucinogenic.  Only in your case, the drink last night was mostly aphrodesiac with a trace of powdered green Kryptonite.  I never really expected it to work on your invulnerable body, but I see the green Kryptonite has weakened you to the point where it DOES affect you.  Excellent!  Makes my *work* a lot easier!"

As the helpless heroine struggles, Hunter brings up his hand.  He has a meat baster in his hand - a kitchen tool that looks like a gigantic eye dropper.  As one of his hands grabs Supergirl's chin and pries her lips open, the other hand shoves the baster into her throat, causing the woman to gag.  "Hmmm, if you gag that easily," Hunter says, watching the woman struggle on his table, "you might not be as useful as Batgirl.  Oh, well, maybe I can *train* you!  Well, we'll see!  Try some of this - it's about 60-40 aphrodesiac and hallucinogenic."

The more Supergirl gags on the tube in her throat, the more of his foul concoction she swallows.  Soon, she's consumed almost a full cup of his mix.  Hunter pulls the baster out of her mouth and steps back and turns toward Batgirl.  "I'll return in a few moments, Supergirl," he says as he walks away from the Girl of Steel.  "I must check on Batgirl, make her ready for tonight!"

As the villain moves away, a warm glow begins to fill Supergirl's body, beginning in her stomach and spreading outward.  Suddenly her vagina feels like it's on fire - and filled with crawling insects!  "nnNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" she screams as the fire and bugs spread from her crotch, down her legs and up across her stomach, toward her creamy white breasts!  The hallucinogen kicks in full time and the heroine suddenly sees the walls and ceiling melting around her - from the heat in her loins.  With difficulty, she manages to lift her head up to look at her magnificent body and she screams!  "I'm - I'm on FIRE!!!  Put me out!  Bring your hose over here!"  Her delusional mind sees flames and gigantic beetles working their way up from her golden pubic mound.

"NNnggh!  S-stop them!  THEY'RE BITING MEEEEE!!!" Supergirl screams, *seeing* the beetles chomping on her nipples and breasts like a vanilla sundae.

"Well,  Mr. Crusher, I think that prolonged exposure to green Kryptonite has weakened Supergirl to point that my drugs are finally able to affect her super body!  Maybe we CAN have her ready by tonight!  Go over there and STIMULATE the bitch.  Tease her cunt, caress her breasts, do anything you can to arouse her.  Oh, blow in her ear - that's always a good move with super heroines!  I'll join you in a minute.  And see if you can break her skin.  There are some knives and probes over there (he points)."

As Crusher walks toward the hallucinating heroine, Hunter moves to Batgirl and tests the tension on the nipple ring chains.  "NNnhh!  Aaoow!  Puh-please . . . don't do that!" she begs, helpless to resist him.

Hunter moves in front of Batgirl and lowers his zipper, pulls his tool out and dangles it before the woman.  "I need an erection, Batgirl.  Can you help?" he asks, moving to stand so that his tool is almost brushing her lips.

"Y-yes ... master," the beaten woman says, fully realizing that any resistance will be punished - as it was during the long night.  She strains forward a bit and extends her tongue, then licks the head of his penis lightly.  When Hunter steps closer, Batgirl SLURPS his dick into her mouth and begins to work her tongue on the underside of his penis, helping it to swell inside her mouth.

"MMnnnhh.  YEESSSS!!" Hunter hisses, "that's WONderful, child, continue!"  His eyes close and his head rolls back as the heroine works on his tool.  He puts his hands behind her head, holding it so he can slide in and out of her mouth.

As Hunter and Batgirl work on her training, Crusher approaches Supergirl.  The poor heroine is clearly broken - the green Kryptonite has robbed her of her super powers and left her critically vulnerable and the drugs inside her have stolen her mind and will.  She's only dimly aware when Crusher steps beside her table and begins *attending* her.  One gigantic hand envelopes her left breast and crushes it with incredible strength, so much so that the woman gasps in pain and surprise.

The index finger on Crusher's right hand, five inches long and almost two inches thick, slips between her thighs and penetrates her vagina, causing the woman to arch her back and moan from the sudden *coolness* (in her drugged mind) of his finger.  Slowly, Crusher slides his finger in and out of her cunt.  Each time his finger bores into the woman, his huge thumb presses against her clit and pushes it inward.  As his finger pulls out, the nails on his other fingers drag along her creamy white thigh.

After a few strokes by Crusher's finger, Supergirl cries out, "nn nnn nnnNNN AAAHH YYYEEESSSSSSSS!" as a massive orgasm rips through her body, raising her torso off the table and straining the belt and chains that bind her.  The wooden table beneath her creaks and groans from her super response to the super orgasm.

Crusher continues to finger-fuck Supergirl, stopping from time to time to suck on one of Supergirl's breasts or even to kiss her ruby lips!  His tongue licks her body from the inside of her thigh to her ears.  The heroine's body is too much under the control of Hunter's drugs to have any awareness of Crusher's actions - any CONSCIOUS awareness, that is.  Her body DOES react to his touches, but her mind is . . . someplace else.

Finally, after half a dozen orgasms have wracked the woman's body, she sags back onto the table, her arms limp, her long blond hair hanging in wet strips across her face and along her shoulders.  Her eyes are half-closed and her breath comes in ragged gasps and pants.  Even Crusher has to pause, he's out of breath from all his exertions!

As the Woman of Steel's eyes start to close, Crusher begins his second task.  First he picks up a thin, sharp scalpel.  He drags the sharp edge across her stomach, trying to cut into her super skin.  Despite the incredible strength he uses to press the blade down, all he does is break the scalpel's point and leave a little red dimple on Supergirl's body.  Grabbing a large hunting knife, he repeats his effort and again the knife blade snaps and her body remains intact.  Crusher finally picks up a portable drill with a diamond bit and tries to drill a hole into her skin.  No luck!  But this time, Supergirl reacted to his attack, screaming about the pain in her stomach and begging him to stop.

"I'm going to release you, Batgirl," Hunter says to the vanquished woman.  "I believe you understand who is master here.  If you fail to fulfill my commands, at any time, I will return you to the *barrel* for extended punishment.  Then I will send your photo to Connie Chung for the evening news!"  When the heroine nods her acceptance of his will, Hunter releases the chains attached to her nipple clamps, then removes the other restraints, allowing the woman to stand upright for the first time in over 12 hours.

As she works the kinks out of her muscles, Hunter reaches forward and lifts the front of her dress to cover her exposed breasts.  Batgirl is so cowed by the man that she allows him to cover her breasts and says nothing but "Th-thank you, Master."

Together, Hunter and his *schoolgirl* walk over to the table holding the drugged Supergirl.  With Crusher's help, Hunter empties another turkey baster load of chemicals into the heroine's body.  Crusher tells him that the woman is still invulnerable to some extent, but her other super powers and her ability to resist his chemicals seems to be almost gone.

"Well, I can see that her hole is well lubricated!" Hunter says.  He still has a fairly good erection from Batgirl's work, but it's starting to fade away.  "Mr. Crusher," he says, pointing at Supergirl, "bring her about!"

The associate flicks a lever on the table and motors spring to life.  The table holding the blond heroine's body shudders briefly, then begins to tilt and tilt and tilt.  Soon the table has Supergirl hanging with her head down at a 45 degree angle and her feet up in the air.  Hunter walks around to her face and swings his hips from side to side, dragging the tip of his penis across her face.

"Come on, SuperSlut," he says, leaning forward to run his hands along her magnificent ribs.  As he touches the woman, she moans throatily and her mouth opens.  Hunter slips his tool into her mouth and she suddenly starts sucking on him.  Within seconds, her super mouth sucks so hard that Hunter has to struggle to withdraw.  But he now has a massive erection of nine inches!

"Reverse her, Mr. Crusher," Hunter says, and when the table swings down so that she's again lying parallel to the floor, Hunter moves between her legs and slowly begins to press his huge cock into her vagina.  He toys with her clit, bringing some moans from the woman, but when the head of his shaft splits past her nether lips and starts to slide up her love canal, Supergirl gasps loudly and her body shudders from the sensation.

Hunter slowly, ever so slowly, slides his dick as far into the woman as he can, then slowly S*L*O*W*L*Y pulls it out.  Supergirl SCREAMS from the pleasure in her ravaged cunt.  For the next few minutes, Hunter continues to slowly drive his dick into her, the withdraw it just as slowly.  "MMnnn nnnh nnnh mmmmHHH!" Supergirl gasps and pants, "DDDOOOO MEEEEEEE!!!"  She's going insane - she wants to cum but she needs more action from Hunter.

Smiling evilly, Hunter withdraws from the woman and grabs the chunk of green Kryptonite.  He positions it at the tip of his tool and wraps the chain along his shaft, securing it to the end of his dick.  Then he reenters Supergirl's vagina, with the deadly rock parting her nether lips.

"NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Supergirl screams, her body bouncing and bucking on the table, as incredible pain stabs her most tender spot.  Her movements are so powerful that even her weakened and pain-wracked body is able to SNAP the leather belt around her waist.  She arches up on her shoulders and butt, trying to move away from the burning THING inside her, but Hunter gives her no relief.

With increasing speed, Hunter hammers his dick into Supergirl, harder and HARDER.  Suddenly he arches his back and moans as his load pumps into the woman, rushing over and around the green rock at the end of his cock, carrying some small residue with the cum into her vagina.  Supergirl has her own explosive orgasm just after his, and her moans of pleasure and pain bring a smile to Hunter's face.  When her eyes close, his smile widens.  He pulls out of the woman and dips a finger into her cunt, pulling it out dripping with their love juices.

Hunter backs away from Supergirl's vagina and turns toward Batgirl.  "Little school girl," he barks, "Come clean your Master!"   Biting back her hatred and desire to destroy the man, Batgirl walks meekly toward him, dropping to her knees before the man.  Before she can put his tool in her mouth, though, he holds out the cum-dripping finger.  "A treat," he says, "for obeying your Master so well."  Utterly shamed, both for herself and her friend Supergirl, Batgirl swallows Hunter's finger, licking the juices of the villain and the heroine from the finger.

After finishing the finger, Batgirl has Hunter's dick shoved toward her face.  Without being given a command, the beaten heroine meekly takes him into her mouth, sucking the juices off his tool.  When she finishes, Hunter grabs the fake red hair sticking out of the back of her cowl and lifts her to her feet to stand, tottering on the six inch heels, head down, and arms at her side.  "You learn your lessons well, little school girl!"

"Well,"  Hunter says, turning back toward Supergirl. "I'm sad that you couldn't break her skin, Crusher.  That was to be expected, though.  As long as she receives the sun's rays, her body will be mostly invulnerable.  She can be damaged, but not seriously.  Well, maybe LOTS of explosives might hurt her, make irreparable damages to her, but nothing that we might do will destroy the woman's body.  However, the drugs ARE doing quite well at destroying her mind and her will to resist me!  Help me, both of you!  Let's get her ready for the show!"

As the sun sets on the northwestern part of D.C., four figures walk out of the front door of Hunter's mansion.  Crusher, in a blue and black tuxedo, walks down the steps, holding a leash.  At the end of the leash, in a black high heels, a short black leather skirt, leather mittens, and a black leather mask that looks like the face of a cat, is Supergirl, still heavily loaded with drugs and barely aware of her surroundings.  Her head bobs on her shoulders and she can barely keep her eyes open, much less totter along on the high heels.  Sometimes Crusher has to YANK the chain to keep her moving!

On the middle of the leash, halfway between Supergirl and Crusher, the green Kryptonite rock dangles from its chain, the toxic rays still weakening her super body.   In a day or so of exposure like this, her body will have absorbed so much radiation that she will either die or lose her super powers forever.

Following these two, Hunter, in his tan jodhpurs and boots, but with a white (for formal affairs) turleneck and tan gloves, has on his arm a lovely little *schoolgirl*.  Batgirl, in the costume Hunter put on her, added large red circles to each cheek and painted red eyebrows over her own, as if a small child was playing *dress up*.  Her arm is wrapped around his elbow as her Master leads her to his waiting limousine.  A single tear drips down her cheek, smudging her makeup as she and the once-invincible Supergirl climb into the limo.

There is another woman already seated in the limo.  She has on a tiara, silver bracelets, red and white boots, and a frilly little white apron that basically just covers her belly and crotch.  A ball-gag is stuffed in her mouth and shackles are on her ankles and the chain binding her ankles is welded to her feminum bracelets, causing her to lose her Amazonian powers.  The woman has tears in her unfocused eyes because of drugs and her helplessness.  "Hera help us, he's taken Supergirl, too," she laments silently.

The limo pulls away from the mansion toward . . .?!?

(to be continued!)

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