"URK ... c-can't be ... nngh ... URK ... NNNOOooooo!!!" she cries piteously as the tentacles try to pull her limbs off her lithe body, just as a cruel child dismembers a fly.
"OOOHHH!" she gasps weakly when another tentacle begins to slip under her red skirt and insinuate itself under the thin blue fabric of her panties. Her eyes widen and her mouth forms a pitiable "O" when the slimy ropy tip brushes over her love mound and dives between the lips most men would pray to enter. The tentacle brushes ever so lightly across her tight little clit and the Maid of Might begins to breathe faster as unwanted sensations flood her body from her nether regions.
Supergirl struggles with all her star-fueled might but can't snap the tentacles, can't free herself from their cold, wet embrace. And now the latest invader is sensuously stroking and caressing her most private part, pausing from time to time to slip into her body and THRUUMMMMMM inside her vagina.
"AAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!" she screams as an unwanted orgasm rips through her Kryptonian body, making every muscle shudder and twitch madly. She tries to get a breath but the choke-hold on her neck has blocked her airway. An unaccustomed panic flares briefly in her mind. Then another, more powerful orgasm rips her body, driving all thoughts down to the mound under the golden hairs between her legs, the very wet and blood-engorged mound.
"NNNOOOO ... Not - not like this!" the Girl of Steel cries out, panicked by the mighty enemy that is so totally dominating her body. She screams again, "AAAAIIIIEEEEEEEE" as a third orgasm blasts through her body ...
And awakens in her bedroom. Her diaphanous teddy is drenched in her sweat, as are the bedsheets. Her hair, her long, golden tresses, are now plastered willy-nilly against her forehead like strands of yellow string from her perspiration. In the blackness of her bedroom, her labored breathing, her panting, is deafening.
"Not again!" she sobs, burying her face into her hands. "WHY!!??" she pleads, knowing she will get no answer.
* * * * *
A few hours later, Supergirl slowly flies out of her apartment in Leesburg and speeds toward Metropolis. She needs help and her cousin Kal-el, Superman, may be able to help her. At least, that's her fervent wish!
As she flies northward in the chilly air, she notices that the sky ahead is relatively-clear of aircraft. A few white clouds ahead are the only companions in the sky. Big, fluffy, soft, cottony clouds, drifting in the morning air. So luxuriant looking ...
* * * * *
"Ooohh, st-stop, Luthor, t-take it away!" the Girl of Steel cries as Lex Luthor, in his high-tech battle suit, moves closer, a lump of green Kryptonite in his gloved hand. The poison rays of her greatest weakness flood from his hand and wash over her body. She sags to one knee, her left hand stretched toward the super-criminal, her palm trying to push him away.
"You alien freaks don't deserve to live on our planet. I'll kill you, then I'll kill that lousy cousin of yours! Look! Your skin is already turning green! MWA-HAH-HAH-HAH!!" Luthor gloats as he nears the stricken Maid of Might. Her left arm drops limply to her side and she settles downward, her butt settling onto her bootheels, her knees pressed against the cold concrete floor. Her head drops down onto her chest, she can barely keep her eyes open.
"<gasp> please," she bleats weakly, "stop ..."
"Stop!?! We've just begun, bitch!" Luthor roars as he bends in front of the weakened heroine. He grabs the top of her blouse and pulls it away from her body. The leering bald criminal looks down upon her round, white, soft-looking mounds and licks his lips. "Do you know how many men would kill to play with those magnificent tits of yours?"
"Oh ... pl-please stop," she begs. The rock is right over her head. The green-k radiation feels like a blast furnace, searing the top of her head, burning into the tops of her half-exposed breasts. Then the bastard shoves the deadly rock down between her creamy white breasts!!!
"nn ... nnnhhh ... NNNNHHH!" she cries as she topples onto one side, but stilll held up by Luthor's grasping hand, holding onto the neckline of her blouse. Searing pain burns into her body where the heinous rock caresses her luscious skin. The pain is almost arousing the Girl from Krypton. She briefly feels like a sick, twisted lowlife at the fleeting thought of sexual pleasure from pain. But then she notices that Lex's other hand is playing with her left breast.
"Nooooo," she bleats, too weak to resist his mauling. He lets her drop onto her back and as she writhes on the concrete, trying to escape the pain burning through her chest, the criminal genius becomes just another sex-crazed male - one hand crushing her breast, the other poking and prodding and pawing between her legs. He even leans down to plant a slick, wet kiss on her ruby lips.
Then his right hand seems to find its way to her love canal. One meaty finger, swaddled in the metal of his glove, enhanced with incredible power, finds her clit and begins to grind it against her pubic bone. "NNNNOOOOO!!!" she cries out in pain and pleasure. "Hu-Hurtsss!!" She tries to break free of his mighty grip, but the power in his gloved hands is just too much for the severely-weakened girl from the stars.
Supergirl tries to keep her eyes open, hoping for a last chance to beg Luthor for mercy, however bleak the prospect of getting any ...
And suddenly Supergirl slams into the ground at 600 m.p.h., her body convulsing in yet another orgasmic spasm. Again, she is covered in perspiration like a woman who's just had the best fuck of her life. And again, her crotch is sopping wet with her own juices.
* * * * *
"I haven't been able to sleep for over a week, now," Kara tells the Man of Steel. "And lately, if I let my mind drift off for even a second, I wake up some time later ... well, you know."
Superman nods sagely. He can smell her juices on her panties, on her thighs. And he can see exhaustion, maybe even a trace of fear in her bright blue eyes. "And you're always in great peril when you're sexually assaulted?" he asks his young cousin.
"Yes, Kal," she replies with a slight tremor in her voice. "One super villain after another has me in some kind of death trap and, and, ..." She looks down at her neatly-arrayed skirt, ashamed at what's been happening to her. "I almost didn't get here today. I had another vision or whatever it is, just outside of D.C. I crashed into a suburban park. Kal, what if I had hit a school or a hospital?" When tears start to form in her eyes, the rugged Kryptonian Man of Steel moves beside her on the couch and cradles the trembling girl in his blue-clad arm.
Several minutes later, Superman uses a tissue to dry her eyes, then lifts her chin up to look into her now-bleary eyes. "Kara, I think the first thing is to get you to have some dreamless sleep. Let's see if Diana can help, okay? Then, when you're feeling better, we can try to figure out what's happening to you?"
* * * * *
Thirty minutes later, the Girl of Steel is again in the air, heading back toward Washington, D.C. Diana of Themyscira, Wonder Woman, works just outside the city with the Inter-Agency Defense Command. Kara hopes to get the Amazon princess to use her Magic Lasso, make her fall asleep and not dream. Superman had things to do in Metropolis but vowed to join the two women after dinner.
As the Maid of Might flies over the nation's capital, her eyes suddenly become blurry. "No ... this ... this can't be happen- ... ooohhh!" she gasps as her eyes slowly close and her flight suddenly goes ballistic. Her limp, unconscious body soars onward for a few miles over the city, into the countryside of northern Virginia, then plummets toward the ground. As the blue-clad figure rushes toward the earth, it suddenly stops and hovers over a patch of woods along the Potomac. Like a puppet on a string, her body slowly floats along the river, as if it is being carried on the very air currents themselves. The unconscious heroine finally drops down onto the patio of a stately mansion along the river.
"Welcome, Supergirl," a deep voice intones as her body gently lands on a tiled patio. "Welcome to your own, personal Hell. Hah hah hah HAH HAH!"
* * * * *
"Mmnnhhh ... whu? Where?" the Girl of Steel asks herself as consciousness slowly returns. She looks around and notices that she is hanging from chains, apparently in a basement. The tips of her boots touch the ground beneath her. She still has her familiar blue, red and yellow costume on. As the fog slowly clears away from her mind, she groans softly ("another orgasmic dream!" she curses silently, aware of the wetness and muskiness of her costume).
"I don't know who chained me up, but they must have a low opinion of me if they think I can't break these simple shackles!" She looks up at the metal cuffs on her wrists and begins to pull her right hand downward, to stretch and break the cuff. Imagine her shock and surprise when the chain stops her arm from coming all the way down! The astonished Muscle Maiden looks again at the chain, and this time gives it a solid yank. It clatters in the stillness of the ... dungeon (?), but doesn't yield.
"What the ???" she wonders as she tries to free her left hand. No luck. "I must be having another dream!" she concludes. Then, like a splash of cold water, she suddenly realizes that she never thought she was dreaming in any of the horror dreams she has had. "Oh, no, then I'm ... I'm not dreaming!" she realizes. "But if this IS real, why can't I break these simple chains?" she asks herself aloud.
"Because I put a powerful spell on them," the deep voice says, this time behind the Maid of Might. She tries to turn around but the chains don't give her enough freedom to see the man behind her. She hears the clink of ... beads? She smells a rich, earthy odor as the man's soft footsteps approach her back. Again the Girl of Steel looks at the chains on her wrists and suddenly notices small bracelets, made of colored stones and bits of vegetation on each wrist. Surely these trinkets aren't blocking her star-fueled strength! But could they be ...Magic?
"Who are you? Why are you holding me here? How ..." Supergirl's questions stop with a <GASP> when a large, brown hand suddenly begins slowly sliding across her left breast. "Who? What?!? Hey, stop that!" she cries indignantly as the hand squeezes her tit, then slowly slides outward, fingertips tracing the slope of her lovely mound until they reach the end of the blue fabric and her nipple is pinched between a thick thumb and forefinger. "STOP THAT!" she bellows in righteous rage.
"I don't think so," the voice says, now so close to her left ear that his hot breath cascades across her neck and swirls around her delicate-looking little ear. A tingling sensation stirs within the heroine as the man gently nibbles on her ear and neck. She squirms helplessly as the man's hand plays with her left breast and nipple while his mouth sensuously explores her neck and ear.
"Oohhh ... Rao ... mmmnnn ... stop ... uumm ... don't," she begs as an all-too-familiar heat begins to grow between her legs. A thick, musky smell assaults her nose, making her head swim briefly in pure, crude lust. Again her body betrays her and begins to lubricate her vagina. Her nipples begin to swell, as does her hidden clit. "Oooohhhh!!" she sighs as she shudders from the man's sensual assault. "Please ... nnnhhh ... noooo ... uuunnhhh ... stop!" the once-mighty maiden begs, helpless to stop the assault on her libido. Her head falls forward, her chin resting on her chest, her eyes half-closed as wild passions swirl through her super body. Her tongue briefly flickers across her lips, wetting them, giving them a lustrous shine.
The man begins to softly speak in some strange tongue, as his mouth moves around behind her head. Between words, his tongue flickers out to lick the woman's neck, or an ear. At the same time, his hand slowly works its way downward from her left breast, across her rock-hard, washboard abs, across her belt, and to the mound between her legs. When his hand passes over her mons, she shudders from the touch - it feels like an electric shock to her body and causes a short, sharp orgasm to occur.
"<Pant> ooohh ... wait ... <pant> ... stop ... noooooo," is all Supergirl can sputter as the man continues playing with her alien body. His hand becomes more insistent and plunges between her blue panties and golden bush, with his huge finger snaking its way past the mons and between her nether lips. "oooooohhhh," she slurs, shuddering as another orgasm begins to form between her legs. "AAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEE!!" she cries out as the man's fingering of her clit unleashes an orgasm that makes her head snap backward. Her open mouth gasps and pants for air. The man's tongue slips into her right ear and cum shoots from between her legs.
The man plays her body like a fine musical instrument, his mouth and tongue nuzzling her neck, his left hand plunging and probing between her legs. His thick middle finger trombones in and out of her vagina as his thumb teases her clit. The Maid of Might can do nothing but shudder and moan as orgasm after orgasm wracks her poor body. She's so lost in the pleasures flowing through her body that she doesn't feel the man slip something between her legs and upward, between the blue fabric of her panties and her butt cheeks.
"Ooohhh - NOOOOO!! DON'T ..." she begs when a thick, cold slab of ... metal (?), rock (?), something, slips between her butt cheeks and into her anal cavity. She's utterly unable to resist the probe as it penetrates, first an inch, then two, then four! "AH ... AHH ... AAAHHHH ... OOOOHHHHH!!" the helpless heroine cries out as more and more of the round rod pushes into her body. Suddenly, a massive orgasm explodes in the body of the Girl of Steel. "MMNNNNN <GASP> MMNNNHH <PANT> OOOOOHHHH!!"
Supergirl no longer has any conscious will or control over her body. She whimpers and cries as her body is pounded by super orgasms. The man is working her neck, vagina and ass like a machine, causing her body to fire off one powerful orgasm after another. Drool runs down her cheek, her head shakes and bounces like an NFL bobble doll's. Finally, blessedly, consciousness leaves the Girl of Steel and the last few orgasms occur without rousing her.
"AIYEH! NAH TEH WAH NEH!!" the man bellows, arms raised toward
the ceiling, the stump of his right hand ending in a stone dildo-shaped
object. He backs away from Supergirl and spits at her, contemptuously.
"Sleep, golden hair, sleep. For now. Soon, the omens will be
right and I can steal your powers and your soul. Then my people will
regain our lands stolen by the white eyes. And I will have taken
my vengence on you!"
Swift Bear, the tribal priest of the Red Willow Creek people of the
Taos Pueblo is dressed in his tan leather vest, white cotton pants, sandals,
and head and wrist bands. His powerful magicks have tormented the
Girl of Steel for the past ten days, depriving her of sleep. Now his magicks
keep her restrained by simple chains as he works other charms on her to
steal her mighty powers. She may have burned off his right hand
and imprisoned him, but the shaman intends to defeat the brash blonde this
time!1
* * * * *
Eons later the Maid of Might slowly, almost painfully opens her eyes. Her body aches terribly - the innumerable orgasms made her mighty muscles flex and spasm, burning off her super energy and even pulling some muscles. Her nose wrinkles when she gets a whiff of herself - she's covered in cum, both hers and that of the man holding her captive. And some of her costume is missing!! Her leotard, skirt and panties have been taken from her - only her boots and cape remain.
Who did this to her? Which of her many foes has finally captured her? Has some new foe appeared? How could ...?? Questions flood through her troubled mind as her body recuperates from its ordeal. She ignores the shame of her nakedness as she tries to guess the identity of her captor.
"I see you've finally awoken," the male voice says behind her again.
The frustrated Girl of Steel struggles once more to see her tormentor, but still
can't turn around. Even trying to do so pains her over-worked muscles.
And again, the room fills with a rich, earthy smell. She's smelled
something like that, before, but where? Suddenly the man moves around
her suspended body and stands before her.
"SWIFT BEAR!" the super heroine gasps, instantly recognizing one of
her greatest foes. "I thought you were in jail?"2
"I made those fools guarding me believe I had died. They returned me to the reservation for burial and a friend revived me," he explains, grinning at the heroine. "I have been planning long and hard for your defeat, girl. And today, you will give me your powers and become my slave."
Supergirl knows that this is no idle boast. In her previous battles, she barely defeated the man. Defeating him and his magic will take all her skill. "Then you made me have all those dreams?"
"Of course," he smirks. "I found that I still had a small part of your neck band in my cave. I used it to make a powerful totem to let me into your mind. You resisted me at first, but lately your mind has been easy to enter. Your will gave itself to me like that of a small child. I had your mind concoct nightmarish traps in which you were beaten and then raped. Each attack took a little more of your will even as the orgasms you had while dreaming weakened your muscles. And so I used your own powers to bring you here to me! Tonight all the augurs will be ready and I will take your powers. Finally!"
The Girl of Steel briefly considers kicking the man, then decides to rest, gain what strength she can before striking. Obviously, she can't break the chains because the shaman used his magicks to enchant them. She tries her other powers and glows inwardly when her super vision enables her to see through the wall of the dungeon. She still DOES have her powers, she's just trapped by these magic shackles. So if she can't make him free her, she can still strike him with her heat vision or ...
"You have nothing to say?" Swift Bear says, interrupting her thoughts and stepping closer to the Maid of Might. "Have I truly beaten you already?"
"You'll never beat me, Swift Bear! I'm Supergirl, a champion for ALL people, not just the whites or the reds or the browns, and a force for good. Good always triumphs over evil!"
Swift Bear smiles at the heroine and reaches into a pouch on the rope belt around his waist. He pulls out a short stick with feathers and leaves tied to one end. He holds the stick before Supergirl's body and says a few strange words in a soft voice.
"Whu - what are you doing to me?" the Girl of Steel snarls as her body begins to tingle. Her skin ripples and odd little bumps form on her skin. She's never seen these before - are these what humans call 'goose bumps'? "Stop whatever you're doing!" she orders, suddenly wary of some new attack. The brown-skinned man just smiles and continues his weird ritual. As he drones on and on, Supergirl suddenly senses that she feels noticeably weaker. She suddenly feels the strain on her arms of hanging from the ceiling by chains.
"Please ... nnh ... this hurts," she begs Swift Bear, hoping for some mercy. "How can I break out of these chains if he can weaken me so easily!" she despairs. Then she notices a new tingling on her skin, a kind of warmth. As the seconds pass, the Girl of Steel struggles frantically in her chains as the heat increases and increases.
"Oh, Rao, stop this!" she begs, now shaking violently in her shackles. Her cape swishes left and right across her exposed buttocks as she struggles. Her skin feels like it's on fire! She can even see whisps of ... smoke (?) flowing away from her alabaster skin, toward Swift Bear's wand. "<Sob> st-stop, please ... it ... <groan> HURTS!" But the torment continues and the burning increases until she is on the verge of unconsciousness.
Finally the tall Native American finishes his chants, puts the wand back into his pouch, and steps close to his helpless captive. Once again her body is covered in perspiration, her hair hangs in tangled golden strands across the front of her face and down the back of her head, onto her cape. Her eyes are almost closed from the mind-numbing pain he's caused.
"Please ... no more ... you ... you've won," she says in a weak whisper.
"Oh no, I've just begun to take your powers, golden hair," the shaman says, running his hand along the right side of her body. She flinches slightly at his touch, then leans into the coolness of his hand. She finds it comforting on her burning skin. "Tonight, the moon and the stars will be aligned to give me the strength I need to take the last of your powers. You felt the pain of losing just a portion of your powers. Imagine how you will feel when I RIP them all from your body!
"You may lose your mind from the pain. It may even kill you, Supergirl. But it will also transfer to me all of your strength and abilities. And there is nothing you can do to stop me! BWA-HAH-HAH-HAH!!" the witch doctor laughs, his grin mocking the stricken Maid of Might.
All Kara can think about is how much she wants him to touch her body, to soothe the burning pain on her skin. But the man just pats her butt and walks away, leaving her hanging, limply, in her chains. As the light in the dungeon goes out, the Girl of Steel again tries her super vision. She can barely see the far wall. Despair brings sobs to her lips as her chin drops down onto her chest.
* * * * *
"Oh, Richard, hold me in your arms," Linda Danvers says to Richard Malverne, her off-again, on-again sweetheart. She has on a sweater and short skirt, with ankle-length white socks in a pair of mules. She's on his lap and can feel his manhood probing against her thigh. His hands and lips hit ALL the right spots on her body, and she can feel her passion rising. "<Pant> Don't ... stop! Feels <gasp> soooo good!" she says as her tongue savagely attacks Malverne's face and lips. She cradles his head in her hands and digs her finger tips into the back of his head, making him groan from the pleasureable sensation.
"Oooh, Linda, I've waited soooo long for this!" Dick coos as his hand slides down to caress her inner thigh. This makes Linda moan throatily and squirm, which makes Dick's dick grow longer and harder. "I want to take you here, now, Linda," he says, sliding her sweater upward, exposing her bare breasts ...
* * * * *
"I said, WAKE UP!" Swift Bear roars, slapping Supergirl's cheek. The Maid of Might quickly pulls out of her reverie at the stinging pain on her cheek. "I see you got started without me," he chortles, holding a damp finger in front of Kara's face. Swift Bear stands before her wearing only a short loin cloth and a sack on his left hip, held by a leather thong hooked over his right shoulder.
Supergirl senses that her thighs are wet, again, from her dreams. Resigned that she is not dreaming this torment, a long, low, ragged sigh escapes from her lips at the sight of the shaman. The brown skin on his chest has a slight sheen to it, making his well-defined muscles glisten in the subdued lighting of the dungeon. Weakened, the heroine is quickly succumbing to the man's powerful pheromones, an aphrodesiac that he has used against her in the past. Her resolve to stop him, to resist him, to escape, quickly fades as her eyes and nose drink in the man's physique and raw animal attractiveness.
"How do you feel now, little one?" Swift Bear asks, moving close to Supergirl so that the tips of her boots brush against his legs.
The Maid of Might licks her lips and, with half-closed eyes, mumbles, "I ... weak, so weak ... Rao, please stop!" The shaman just smiles and leans closer. His hand goes behind her head and grabs her hair. He pulls her close and his lips crush against hers. "Mmm, <sigh> uunnhh," she mutters through his powerful kiss. His tongue forces her lips apart and as his fingers entwine in her hair, Supergirl feels her tongue lashed and battered by the man's tongue. His bare chest rubs against her body, abrading her already-hard nipples, thrilling her even more.
The man wraps the stump of his right arm around her waist, pulling her harder against his body. The electric touch of his body, the flood of his pheromones make her libido race like a rocket car on the Bonneville Salt Flats. Her mind clouds as it fills with one desire - to have this amazing male take her as his mate. "Oohhh, Rao, <pant> I want you <sigh>" she tells him as she wraps her long legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her crotch.
"You must prove yourself to me, little one," he tells the befuddled heroine. Supergirl only dimly realizes that Swift Bear is unlocking the shackles on her wrists. Suddenly, her hands drop free, one after the other, and hang limply over his broad shoulders. The shaman slowly walks away from the shackles, toward a clear spot on the floor. Supergirl is riding on the man, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms weakly holding onto the man's neck.
"Ooohh, you ... your ... your manhood ... it feels to warm!" the stricken heroine says in a deep, throaty voice as Swift Bear's thick penis rubs between her legs. She feels dizzy, weakened, her universe shrunken down to a few feet around the man-god holding her.
"Show your love for me, Supergirl," Swift Bear says as he lowers the Girl of Steel to the cold stone floor. She sits in an almost formless lump on her legs, in front of the man. He twists his loincloth around to one side, baring his massive man-tool right before her face. "Take it into your mouth, Supergirl, and show me that you can satisfy me," the man commands.
The Girl of Steel looks up at him and summons strength from somewhere, enough strength to rise up onto her knees, close to his waist. Gingerly, delicately, her ruby lips slip around his man-meat, taking it all into her mouth. She gags briefly when it thuds against the back of her mouth, but when he puts his hand behind her head and pulls it forward, she can do nothing but try to swallow more. "He's sooo big!" she thinks. "He IS a god!"
Swift Bear slowly moves his hips and hand in a gentle motion that slides the Maid of Might's mouth up and down his massive shaft. His head rocks back and a huge smile fills his face at the thought of being sucked by the world's mightiest woman - well, ONCE the world's mightiest woman! As he thrusts forward faster and faster, little whimpering noises slip out of her mouth, between the slurping sounds. Swift Bear is in ecstacy!
He feels an orgasm building within his body - it is time! He pulls out of her mouth and roughly pushes the girl backward onto the floor. As she lays there, writhing, one hand on her pussy, the other on one breast, Swift Bear uses his knees to spread her legs. He settles to the floor between her legs, his 10" tool aimed at the dark cavern below her blond bush. "Oh, yes, TAKE ME!" the fallen heroine begs, her arms reaching up toward the powerful shaman.
As he lowers himself toward her crotch, his stump aiming his tool toward the dripping pussy of his prey, his other hand reaches into the bag on his hip and pulls out his wand. The tip of his penis passes her vaginal lips ("RAO, YESSSSS, DEEPER!!") and he positions the wand over her forehead. As he slowly penetrates the heroine, he begins to mumble arcane Native American commands to his spirits, empowering the wand.
Kara's mind is lost in a deep fog. Swift Bear's pheromones and the physical assault on her womanhood have unleashed passions she never knew existed. Her whole being focuses on the fucking she's getting. She whimpers helplessly as a rising orgasmic tide builds within her vagina. Occasionally, a moan of pain slips out as the wand begins to draw her essence, her alien powers out of her body.
"AAAAAIIIEEEEEE!! STOP!! You're ... you're killing meeee!" Supergirl finally says as thick tendrils fly off her body and toward the wand. Once again, searing pain burns her skin where her powers are being drawn from her body. At the same time, an amazing orgasm is building within her, driven by his scent, his tool, and perhaps even by the pain she feels.
"NNghh ... <grunt> ... almost there ..." Swift Bear growls as he feels his own orgasm building. If he times this right, if he shoots his seed into her when she orgasms, the last of her powers will flow to his wand and she will no longer be Supergirl. So close!
"BY ALL THAT'S HOLY, STOP THAT!!" a strong, feminine voice commands. The English Enchantress, Britannia, stands at the bottom of the dungeon stairs. Britannia is a buff, busty raven-haired beauty of 5'10" or 11" who seems to be around 25 years old . Her skin-tight white unitard seems ready to burst its seams from well-defined muscles in her legs and arms and her *six-pack* abs. The Britanniaish flag hanging sideways and forming the front of her costume seems to be badly warped by her 38C breasts. Swift Bear can't help but stare at the lovely vision as the witch stands there, tapping the tip of one of her black knee-high buccaneer boots on the stone floor. Her hood and cloak cover the top part of her body so that only her chin is visible. Her famous "Isle Sceptre" (a magic wand) is held tightly in her right hand. White, above-the-elbow leather gloves cover both of her hands. "GET OFF MY FRIEND, VILLAIN!" she commands imperiously.
The stunned shaman turns away from the helpless Maid of Might to face this newcomer. He pulls out of Supergirl's snatch just as he starts to cum, his seed splattering on her exposed thigh.
"That is just sickening, man," Britannia snarls, pointing her sceptre at the Native American. "Now, drop that silly stick in your hands and stand up!"
Swift Bear's response is to aim the stick at Britannia and begin to intone ancient words. "Fool," she snorts. She levels the Isle Sceptre towards Swift Bear and simply says, "Be elsewhere!" and the shaman suddenly disappears! She's moved him to another astral plane, one of complete nothingness. Even she is afraid to venture there, and has learned that time and space there bears no relation to time and space on Earth. Unless he knows the void, he won't be seen on this world for some time.
"Oh, dear sweet Supergirl," Britannia says, kneeling beside the groggy heroine. Britannia lifts Supergirl's head off the floor and gently brushes hair away from her cheek. "What have you gotten yourself into this time?"
* * * * *
A few hours later, a re-dressed and revived Girl of Steel sits across from the English Enchantress in the living room of Swift Bear's mansion. Actually, the mansion of someone Swift Bear destroyed so he could be near the Maid of Might's area of operations. Supergirl can feel her powers slowly returning. She's far weaker than she's ever been and feels like she could sleep for a month.
"So, as I have said, I began having the strangest dreams, or fragments of them," Britannia says. "When I had one in which I was subdued by a glowing green rock, I suddenly realized I was getting YOUR dreams!"
"But ... but how?" Supergirl stammers. Sudden inspiration strikes
her. "Of course! Swift Bear said he found a fragment of 'my' neck
band!"
"Oh, well, of course," Britannia replies, shaking her head. In an early
mission against Swift Bear, Britannia gave Supergirl a magical neckband so they could be in
contact with each other. Swift Bear got it and used it as a totem against
Supergirl. Unfortunately, it affected Britannia as well! At the last minute,
Supergirl was able to destroy most of the article, breaking Swift Bear's power over the
two women.3
"I immediately tried to contact you via astral projection, but failed. I then decided to find you," Britannia explains. "and flew across the pond, as it were, seeking your magickal aura. And here I am!"
"I could not have stopped him this time, Britannia, he was just too powerful or I was too weak, too off-guard," Supergirl says, smiling weakly at her odd friend. "How can I ever thank you?"
"Let's get you home, shall we, and then we can address that," the witch says. smiling like the Cheshire Cat and rising easily to her feet. She extends a hand down to the Girl of Steel and pulls her to her feet. Together the two women leave the mansion and rise slowly into the night sky.
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1 See Missions of Supergirl, #3, 6 and 16 for her battles with the Native American priest. Return to the story.
2 See Missions of Supergirl #16 for her last battle with Swift Bear. Return to the story.
3 See Missions of Supergirl #6 for her last battle with Swift Bear. Return to the story.
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