Supergirl returned to Metropolis two days after her encounter in the Caribbean with Zod and his cult. She is amazed that parts of her body, especially her erogenous zones, are STILL sore and aching. She had blacked out during the confrontation, and apparently was rescued from a sacrificial altar by her "partner", the English super heroine, Britannia. But with the way her body feels now, thought Supergirl, maybe she didn't get the complete story of what was done to her while she was unconscious. She decides that she needs to see if she can find out more about what happened during the fight.
Now, though, the Maid of Might is again landing on the roof of the Federal Building. She had called ahead, and Agent Mark King is again awaiting her on the roof top. "Probably gets off seeing my skirt go up when I land," she muses to herself as her shiny red boots hit the roof a few feet from the FBI agent. Again King whisks the Girl of Steel downstairs to his office, unwilling to talk about the next "urgent national security" mission he has for her until they reach the privacy of his office.
"Have you heard of D.A.R.P.A.?" King asks, after both have seated themselves in his office.
Supergirl, sipping from a cup of coffee given to her by King's receptionist, waits a moment then admits that she has not heard of D.A.R.P.A.. "Well," King says, forming his fingers in a tent shape and looking at the heroine through them, "it's the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency. They created the Internet back in the 70's. They do, or sponsor lots of Defense-related research. The local chief of the Boston area office sent me a note that a number of specialized electronics gizmos, advanced chemicals and revolutionary synthetic materials, created by scientists working for D.A.R.P.A., were stolen from locations around Boston.
"There isn't much of a pattern to the thefts. Some things are electronic, some are biochemicals, some are new synthetic products . . . The only pattern is that all were done by scientists or firms working for D.A.R.P.A.. We had an agent working there last week. He started tagging some of the stuff with an electronic tracing device, so he could follow anything that was taken. Last we heard was when he went after something taken late last week in another theft. Never checked in. We can't involve the local cops because some of the items are too classified for them to handle. We need someone who can find the thief, recover the stuff, and not have to deal with a lot of people to get the job done."
"Well, I guess I could follow the same tracer device your agent had. Can anyone up there help me, if I have any questions about what was stolen?"
"Yes, Supergirl, see Dr. Irene Buchman. She's the D.A.R.P.A. chief who first contacted me about the thefts. She's beside herself - says millions of dollars in federal contracts have been wasted unless they get the stuff back. She's probably worried that she will be blamed for the thefts. Here's her address." Excusing herself, the Girl of Steel strides out of King's office, her red cape brushing lightly at the tops of her white thighs, the heels of her boots clicking on the tile floor. She quickly returns to the roof and with a powerful thrust of her legs, leaps into the air and heads toward Boston. King watches her departure, lusting after her tight tush.
Supergirl arrives in Boston a few minutes later, landing in a parking garage near the D.A.R.P.A. office. Changing quickly into a gray business suit - jacket, knee-length skirt, shirt open at the collar, black flats, she dons her *Maureen O'Malley* disguise - a red wig and large *nerd* glasses. A few minutes later, the striking *redhead* knocks on Dr. Buchman's office door and enters. Dr. Buchman rises from behind her desk to greet the visitor. Maureen sees before her a short thirty-something woman, somewhat frumpy-looking, maybe forty pounds overweight, acne scars, coke-bottle glasses, and a huge nose filling her face.
"Mark King sent me up to look into the thefts you reported," the thin, attractive *red head* says, sitting near Buchman and crossing her legs. "Now THIS looks like a REAL nerd," Supergirl thinks to herself, somewhat put off by the woman's appearance.
"The last FBI guy tried to find a batch of polymers, but didn't come back. What can you do that he couldn't?" Buchman asks in a high-pitched and whiny voice.
"Well," Maureen replies, after thinking for a moment. "If you can give me any leads, or give me another way to track the products that haven't yet been stolen . . ."
"Yes, yes," Buchman interrupts. She reaches into a drawer and pulls a small boxy device out, and hands it to *Maureen*. "Everything has a low level of a specific radiation on it. This will point you to anything with that radiation signature. Here," she hands Maureen a map, "are the locations of the stuff we haven't lost yet. I'll tell you when there's been a theft, and it's up to you to find anything that isn't where it's supposed to be."
"Do you think the polymers would still have the radiation tag?" the disguised Girl of Steel asks, looking absentmindedly at the map. "Maybe I can pick up the agent's trace."
"Ms. O'Malley!" an exasperated Buchman replies curtly, "that radiation has a half-life of 20 million years. It will be giving off signals long after we are both dust. But the polymers could be ANYwhere by now. That theft was last week!"
"Yes, but if the thefts have been going on for some time now, maybe the crook is amassing the stuff at one location. A nearby location, if he or she plans to continue to steal your stuff."
"But how do you expect to help me!" Buchman whines at the disguised heroine. "I've got to account for all those products! My quarterly budget review is in three days! If I have to report a loss of $56 million, due to theft, this issue will blow up!"
"Well, nothing's been stolen since last week, so we may assume that if they're still interested in the research you sponsor, they will hit SOMEwhere in the next day or two. When they do, I will find them and Supergirl will capture them, and return your stuff. No problemo!" Maureen raises an eyebrow ever so slightly when she sees a frown briefly drift across Buchman's face at the mention of the super heroine.
"Supergirl," Buchman says, pausing, ". . . mmmm, she's in town, on this case?"
"Yes. She can be here in seconds."
"Well, good," Buchman replies, rising, "you just run along now, see if you can find the missing research materials. I'll continue to monitor the remaining research efforts. How do I reach you, or Supergirl, if there's a theft?"
Rising, Maureen hands Buchman a card with the name of a motel at which she will be staying while in Boston. As she walks out of the office, Supergirl's super hearing detects Buchman punching numbers on her phone, making a call. "I'll bet that woman is the source of leaks the criminals are using," Supergirl thinks as she walks out of the office. In her O'Malley disguise, she takes a cab to the motel where King had rented her a room. Her plan is to wait until sundown, then use the gizmo while flying over one of the storage sites. She will try to *see* the radiation signature with her supervision. If she can detect the unique radiation with her supervision, then she can search the Boston area more quickly, not needing to rely upon the electronic black box to find any stolen goods.
That evening, Supergirl flies over the Boston metro area, watching the black box for signs of stolen property. She first flies to one of the storage sites near Harvard University, then tries various ways to focus her super vision until she's able to see traces of the radioactive material emanating from the high-risk goods. She then flies to the three other storage sites on or near the campus of M.I.T. and is pleased to note that her super vision can detect the traces of radiation miles before the black box beeps. Confident that she can now cover a much larger area and sweep for more traces, the Girl of Steel spends the rest of the night cruising over Boston and its nearby suburbs, looking for the radiation signature. As dawn approaches, the heroine has still not sighted, either with her super vision or the black box, any of the stolen materials. The dejected heroine returns reluctantly to the motel room. "I'll clean up a bit, then see if Buchman might have any other suggestions for me, places to search."
Around midday, Buchman calls the motel and says that a special demonstration of some of the products still in storage will occur later in the day. Supergirl and *Maureen O'Malley* are both invited to attend the demo. In her Maureen voice, Supergirl tells the bureaucrat that while *Maureen* will be too busy looking for the lost goods, Supergirl would love to attend the demo. "Excellent," Buchman says over the phone, "we can't wait to show her the research results!"
Late in the day, a familiar red, blue and yellow figure lands lightly outside a non-descript building in an industrial park in Natick, Massachusetts, about 25 miles outside Beantown. "Warfighter Designs" was not one of the storage sites which Supergirl had checked during the night, wasn't even on the list of sites she had of places doing D.A.R.P.A. research. Buchman said that WD was working on integrating the advanced theoretical materials for military uniforms and equipment. They didn't have any products, yet, so no radiation has been used here. Nothing to tag. "If they don't have any products, but just do theoretical work," Supergirl wonders, as she enters the foyer of the building, "what are they going to demonstrate for me?"
Buchman is waiting impatiently in the foyer, her foot tapping the tile floor, as Supergirl enters. Together, the two women head down a hallway and enter one of the rooms at the end. "Warfighter Designs is working with the Army's Soldier Systems Command here in Natick to develop a revolutionary *super soldier* suit for the twenty-first century, something the Army calls *Land Warrior XXI*," Buchman explains as the two women enter a large room. Tables scattered around the room hold a diverse array of equipment, both electronic and chemical, and a number of technicians are hard at work on whatever they're doing. The two women pass through the room and enter a smaller room, through a four-inch thick steel door. Supergirl notes that no one bothers to look up from their work areas and feels slighted. She doesn't enjoy it when men (and women) look at her super figure and undress her with their eyes. Odd that these people DON'T do that. As she nears the small room at the back of the work bay, a quick scan with her super vision reveals that the room is virtually a large steel box, with thick composite lead-and-steel walls on all sides.
"Hmmn," Buchman says after the women enter the room. "I don't know where Dr. Collins is. She's supposed to conduct this demonstration. She must have stepped out. I'll be back in a minute. Have a seat!" Buchman turns and punches a code into a keypad, which electronically opens the massive steel door and allows her to leave the vault room. The door automatically closes behind the frumpy little bureaucrat, leaving Supergirl alone in the room.
There is a long metal table along one wall, and metal cabinets and four plush chairs are arrayed before a TV set hanging on one wall. A large mirror is on another wall. As Supergirl admires her perfect form in the mirror, she hears the steel door opening behind her. Turning, Supergirl is surprised to see a woman enter, wearing some kind of helmet, and what can only be described as a *cat suit* - a full-body suit that hugs every curve and leaves no doubt about the occupant's gender. Shiny black knee-high boots and leather gloves complete the outfit. Her body makes her look a bit like *Seven of Nine* on that Star Trek show. Unlike that character though, this person also has a wide belt with several pouches on it and a back pack. Also a helmet with a mirror-like finish. "This must be Dr. Collins and what she wanted to show me," Supergirl thinks, moving toward the woman.
"Hello, Supergirl," the other woman says, extending a gloved hand toward the heroine. "I'm Dr. Allie Collins, but you may call me *MixMaster*!" With that, she raises her left hand, revealing a gun-shaped object in her hand. The device is linked by a small hose to one of the pouches on her belt. Before Supergirl can react, the *MixMaster* squeezes the gun's trigger and a small greenish stream *ploops* from the gun, right at the Maid of Might!
Recoiling in horror, Supergirl gasps as the stream hits her. A thick, jelly-like substance sticks to her neck and the top of her costume, some of it slipping down inside her costume and across her beautiful breasts. Immediately, she feels a familiar weakness hit her - Kryptonite! As she staggers backwark, trying to brush the goop off herself, Supergirl feels her knees get wobbly. All she succeeds in doing is to spread the goop down the front of her costume, across her pert breasts and washboard stomach.
"Nnnhh, Nooo!", she gasps, trying to focus her eyes, "why ... why are you ..."
"Sorry if this Kryptonite isn't up to your usual standards," MixMaster says, approaching Supergirl. Supergirl can't see MixMaster's face; the helmet completely covers her head and the mirrored visor must be impregnated with lead! "We didn't have enough time to make up more than this little batch, and we weren't entirely certain that what we have would work! I'm glad to see that it IS working!" Pressing the attack, MixMaster opens another pouch on her belt and retrieves a wadded object. Deftly, she flicks it at the stricken Maid of Might, a few feet away. The object unravels, expanding to form a large net which hits Supergirl. Ends of the web continues around the top half of her body, linking behind the girl, pinning her arms to her sides as she watches helplessly, her super reflexes too dulled by the green K to react.
Stepping backward yet another step, Supergirl trips and falls onto one of the chairs. The Kryptonite has disoriented and weakened her, and now this web thing has her arms pinned against her sides! She tries to raise her arms, but is shocked to see that although the web stretches somewhat, it doesn't break! The heroine can't believe this - her muscles enable her to lift a battleship with one hand! The green K has clearly taken a deadly toll on her powers! While the heroine struggles to free herself from the webbing, MixMaster moves behind Supergirl and rummages in another of her pouches.
"Hmm," MixMaster says, "that restraint webbing seems to be working pretty well! How about some *background music*, Supergirl? These were designed for crowd control in an area as large as two football fields. How are they, up close and personal?" MixMaster slips an elastic band over Supergirl's head; two plugs on the band fit into her ears. Supergirl raises her head and shakes it, trying to get the band off, now very worried about what new super weapon is about to be unleashed on her.
"This is . . . this can't be happening to me," the Girl of Steel thinks as she squirms in the seat. She tries tries to turn around to face this . . . MixMaster person, but the other woman has one hand on each of the heroine's ears, pressing something into them. Again the Maid of Might shudders from the pain of the synthetic green Kryptonite, too weak to even resist an ordinary human.
MixMaster finally moves her hands away from Supergirl's ears and clicks a button on her belt. A heartbeat later, Supergirl suddenly screams and begins thrashing her head sideways, forward and backward, violently trying to get those things out of her ears. The sound deafening the Maiden of Muscles is unbearable to the girl in her weakened state. She tries to concentrate her super hearing, to suppress the sounds, but the sounds and the effects of the green K together make it hard for her to focus her efforts. Even in her special helmet, MixMaster herself winces at the sounds from the plugs in Supergirl's ears. She grins behind her visor, overjoyed to see this invention having such a powerful effect on this super meddler.
The steel door opens and another person enters. This one is a short, tubby woman, wearing a costume similar to the MixMaster's but without the belt - Dr. Buchman! She moves beside MixMaster, adjusting the volume control on her helmet's earpieces so she can hear the other woman over the radio, while dampening out the screeching from the *crowd control* plugs (actually these are mini-speakers). "Looks like we have her!" Buchman says triumphantly, beaming at her part in capturing the famous super heroine. "Can she get loose?"
"Maybe," MixMaster replies, "but not when I get done with her! I still have other goodies to test. This is GREAT! That FBI guy only lasted ten minutes, then his heart quit. I'm going to run everything I have at this meddling bitch, until either she dies or loses her mind!" Another object comes out of a yet another pouch and MixMaster reaches around to the front of the Maid of Might. Grasping her chin with one hand, struggling to control the woman's violently shaking head, MixMaster puts the new device near Supergirl's nostrils and sprays a fine mist at her face and up her nose. Supergirl inhales the stuff, unable to focus on and avoid this new threat, and MixMaster releases the heroine's chin.
"AAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" Supergirl screams, shattering the mirror in the vault. She suddenly starts shaking and twisting in the chair, throwing her head from side to side with tremendous speed, the twin white mounds of her breasts jiggling faster and faster. As she reacts so powerfully to the spray, she begins a high keening wail.
"Which gas is that?" Buchman asks, stepping away from the suffering super woman.
"This one is the *deprivation spray*. On normal people, it burns out every link from their nose, eyes, and ears to their brain. The effect is permanent, or at least it was in all my tests. Instant *Helen Keller* in a spray! Hmm, I wonder if it's working on Supergirl. Is she screaming because of the gas, or because of the plugs in her ears? We need to monitor the bitch's body, so we can get some reliable data. Help me move her to the table."
The two woman push the chair close to the table, then struggle a few moments to move the heroine from the chair onto the table. Buchman then moves to the metal cabinet and removes some metal cuffs and thick chains from one shelf. She uses these to pin the Girl of Steel to the table, one large cuff around her neck and one on each ankle. Chains are also tied across her breasts and across her stomach and then secured to eyelets on the sides of the table. While the two women work to restrain the Maiden of Muscles, Supergirl continues to scream and moan in agony, shaking her head violently and obviously in great pain. She struggles valiantly, trying to twist and turn, trying to sit up, but the green k poisoning (at least) seems to have weakened her too much.
"Let's leave her here, come back later, and see if she's still alive," MixMaster suggests, anxious to get away from the screaming crowd control devices. Even with her specially-designed helmet, the noises are just too loud for her ears. The two women leave the room and head someplace else to discuss their plans to sell these devices to terrorists and foreign governments. Anything that can render the famous Supergirl helpless should bring a pretty penny! They are going to be SO FUCKING RICH!
Time has no meaning to the Girl of Steel. She lies on the table, struggling weakly, trying to get free of the Hellish devices, to get the green K off her costume, to break the chains that hold her. The mist didn't destroy her senses but it has caused more incredible pain due to her weakened state. The green K is a very low-grade quality, not as lethal as natural Kryptonite. Even the ear plugs are becoming bearable (or she's becoming deaf!), but their random tweets and roars make it hard for Supergirl to focus on her predicament. Every time she tries to focus on her wrist chains, or on what other super powers she might use to free herself, the incessant sounds break her concentration or the green K causes her to gasp and pant as a wave of pain washes over her young body. The webbing around her torso can be burned off with one burst of X-ray vision, if she could just focus her eyes (was she going blind?!) and concentrate for a second . . . And her head feels like it's exploding or burning from the nasal spray and the ear speakers! None of these things alone would have even slowed her down, normally, but the combined assault of all these things plus the green K has so weakened and disoriented the girl . . . If only she could focus . . .
Buckman, still in her special costume, returns to the vault an hour later. Her partner Dr. Collins has just left for Dallas, Texas, to meet with people who are very interested in their goodies. Buckman wants to be sure that Supergirl is finished. "No loose ends, no more threat to her plans! 'I'm an innocent victim of evil thieves!'" Buchman says mockingly, planning her cover story for the FBI. But the main reason why she's returned to the vault is more sinister. She really REALLY wants to inflict terrific pain on the super heroine. "Her goddamned so-perfect body, her soft and smooth skin, her blond hair . . . This shiksa needs a good shtupping to humble her, before she's utterly destroyed! Then that O'Malley bitch will be dealt with, oh yes she will," Buchman mutters to herself, coming perilously close to, if not beyond the fine line between sanity and madness.
Buckman fiddles with another device in her hand as she approaches the helpless heroine. When Buckman reaches the table, she pauses a moment, looking at the blond beauty. Supergirl is writhing on the table, shaking her head violently from side to side. Even though many strands of hair cover her forehead and cheeks, her face shows that she is in great pain. She moans from time to time and sobs like a child, struggling to free her arms from the webbing. Her eyes are fully dilated, looking like large black saucers with thin blue rims. This is SOO DELICIOUS!
Carefully, Buckman reaches one gloved hand under Supergirl's red skirt and pulls her blue panties down onto her taut white thighs. The villainess then brings forth her other hand, revealing the metal shaft she's holding. Grinning evilly at Supergirl, Buchman moves one tip of the cylinder forward, pressing it against Supergirl's vagina.
This new device is a modification of a depleted-uranium 20-mm shell warhead. This super-dense material was used in anti-tank shells in the Air Force's A-10 *Warthog* ground support aircraft during Operation Desert Storm. It easily cuts through the best tank armor in the world. A contractor had modified one shell for Dr. Collins, adding a diamond tip and a screw mechanism along the sides, so it could be used as a powerful boring or drilling tool. Internal gyros, added by Buckman, make the device a self-contained drill bit. Pausing briefly, an evil grin spreads across Buchman's face as she pulls the device away from the heroine's nether lips. Dr. Buchman drags the diamond tip of the tool through some of the pseudo-green Kryptonite on Supergirl's shirt, coating the tip in the toxic material. The gel was already solidifying on her and quickly bonds with the metal rod. Soon, it will bond with everything it touches, joining with other objects on a molecular level, becoming almost impossible to remove. Buchman laughes viciously as she fantasizes about the effect that this Kryptonite-coated diamond will have when it begins to cut through Supergirl's vagina. Buchman again brings the device down to the edge of her captive's skirt, then slides it under the skirt, taking special pleasure in letting the tip rub against the girl's inner thigh. As the device creeps up her inner thigh, Supergirl moans, both from pain and arousal, as her fevered mind thinks about the device moving toward her vagina.
"Puh-please . . . Supergirl's moans became screams when she feels the foul device parting her
outer lips, twisting to the left, then the right, seeking the opening to
her innermost love canal. She tries desperately to raise her head enough to
look between her legs, vainly hoping she might get off one burst of super
heat vision and destroy the thing before it invades her body, but the thick
cuff around her neck is too strong (or she's just too weak). She can't
move her head, SHE CAN'T SEE!! Suddenly, she cries out as the tip of the
drill finds the entrance to her vagina. She doesn't feel the burning of the
green K on her softest tissue; the invasion of her vagina is enough of a
shock on her weakened senses. Again, the combination of pleasure and pain
confuses the heroine, causing her to sag backward onto the table. When
Buckman sees the mighty heroine collapse, she leans close to Supergirl'
face and turns on the device, watching what effect this will have on
America's precious heroine. There is a light humming noise, then the screw
thread which is wrapped around the cylinder's body starts to twist, slowly
at first, then with increased speed. After a few revolutions, Supergirl
suddenly tries to raise her hips off the table, reacting to the sensations
she's receiving. The pain/pleasure she's experiencing is quickly
overwhelming her last defenses, stealing her last reserves of energy!
Buckman grins evilly as she watches the screw turn, slowly, inexorably,
pulling itself into Supergirl's indestructible (?) hole. "Damn," Buckman
muses, "I wish I had another, to run up her ass hole!" When the device is
halfway into Supergirl's cunt, Buckman carefully restores the blue panties back into place, covering her vagina. "I wonder how far that thing will go
inside her?" Buckman asks herself as she turns to leave the room. "Maybe
when I get back, I'll find it on the floor. Who knows? That green-K I put
on the diamond tip might just bore a hole all the way through the bitch,
right to the top of her cute blond head!"
Behind Dr. Buchman, Supergirl tries to use the muscles of her vagina to
close it, to block the tool from boring into her. She's too weak. She
begins screaming in fear at what that thing might do to her and can barely
hear Buchman's laughter as the cruel villainess leaves the steel room.
When Supergirl was bound to the sacrificial altar during her battle with
the Caribbean Cult, magic was used against her, causing her libido to run
wild, firing off powerful orgasms at a great rate, but leaving her pussy
unsatisfied, yearning, BEGGING for long slow strokes from a powerful cock.
Now Supergirl is getting her wish, in spades! The slowly rotating device
uses its screw blade to inch, ever so slightly, pulling itself into her
super snatch. As it advances, the edges of the screw push against and
abrade the walls of her vagina. She is of course still invulnerable, but
the pseudo-Kryptonite on her costume and on the tip of the borer has
weakened the girl to the point where this device is really starting to hurt
her! It's also starting to drive her crazy with sexual desire!
"Nnnnnhh, nnnnHHHH, aaaaaaiiiiiiIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!" she screams, thrashing
on the table, trying to deal with the many assaults on her body. This is
slowly stripping reason from the girl's mind; she can't deal with all of
the sensations she feels. Unconsciously, she slowly starts to fly as her
body tries to flee the pain being inflicted on it. As her flying power
kicks in, she rises off the table, straining the chains which bind her to
the table. She lacks her full powers and isn't really aware that she's
doing anything, but slowly her floating body stretches and breaks several
of the chains. As the last chain, the one holding her neck to the table,
begins to groan and stretch, heated tremendously by the strain caused by
Supergirl's flight, the heroine suddenly snaps upward, her unrestrained
super body smashing into the thick steel ceiling of the vault. Released
from the chains, blocked by the ceiling, shocked by the impact, her body
falls downward, crashing onto the edge of the table and rolling slightly to
one side. The Kryptonian super woman falls to the floor and loses
consciousness.
The humming continues as Buchman's boring device continues to grind forward
into Supergirl's vagina..
Supergirl, lying on one side in a fetal position, grits her teeth as the
borer grinds remorselessly deeper into her heavenly canal. With an
incredible effort, she manages to roll onto her stomach; her bent knees
lifting her butt into the air, her short red skirt falling so that her butt
cheeks stick upward. Fighting back tears and pain (and
the pleasure that hellish thing in her cunt was creating), the Girl of
Steel pulls her body upright so that she is now on her knees. Dully,
she lurches to her feet, falling briefly against the metal table while she
tries to steady herself. As she stands beside the table, gasping for air,
she begins sobbing uncontrollably as she thinks about how powerless she has
become, how much these two women have humiliated her with their stolen
inventions.
The effects of the mist sprayed into her nose and mouth are still raging
through Supergirl's system. She can no longer hear the shrieking noises
from the devices in her ears and her super vision is barely able to show
shadows of the things in the room with her. She can't see the door but she
does see where the mirror had been - it's a darkened blotch on one wall
since her super scream. Supergirl stumbles toward the dark spot
("NNNnnnggghhh"), fighting to stay erect as the borer continues turning in
her vagina, suddenly loosening a first orgasm.
"Mmmnnh," Supergirl moans, bending forward, one fist pressing against the
yellow hair above her crotch, hoping for some way to ease the pain. She
bites her lip from the pleasure/pain, and a small trickle of blood flows
from her luscious red lips, dropping onto her blue leotard-like top and
leaving a stain.
Supergirl dimly determines that the mirror had actually been a one-way
mirror/window, covering a gap that now opens into another room. As she
leans forward to look into the room, she spots a shard of glass still in
the jamb. Ignoring the risk of further damage to her super body, Supergirl
leans her head against the shard and scrapes against it. After a minute or
so, the elastic band holding the plugs in her ears comes off the top of her
head and drops to the floor, taking the screeching howling ear plugs with
it. Since she is still mostly deaf after an hour of this torture, this is
really just a hollow victory for the Maid of Might.
Looking beyond the mirror into the room, Supergirl can just barely discern
that the room has several chairs, plus a bank of electronic equipment. On
the back wall, there is another door with a window? Supergirl leans
forward and falls over the edge of the jamb, dropping into the room,
landing on her face. Again, a struggle of great effort is required to get
the once-mighty heroine back to her feet. Just as she does, a sudden
unexpected orgasm rips through her body from the effects of the borer. She
cries out in pain/pleasure and sags, bending at the waist and knees. Air
hisses between her teeth as she quickly inhales, riding out the wave of
sexual pleasure.
Stumbling toward the back of the room, nearly falling over one of the
chairs, she reaches the door and discovers that it is, in fact, another
mirror, not a window on the door. She is just about to kick the mirror, to
see if she can open the door, when an idea occurs to her fuzzy mind.
Summoninig up great concentration, after shaking her head and blinking her
eyes to drive away her pain, she manages to fire a stream of heat vision at
the mirror, gasping several times at the strain this effort puts on her
body. She had seen Superman shave by reflecting his heat vision off a
mirror. Maybe . . .
Within seconds, the weak rays from her eyes reflect those heat beams off
the mirror and onto the webbing surrounding her body, the synthetic webbing
which had wrapped her arms tighly against her side and still holds them
against sides. Crying, gasping, then riding out another orgasm, Supergirl
continues to strain her eyes, using her heat vision on the webbing. It
takes several minutes, but she cries tears of joy when, at last, she
weakens the nylon webbing enough to allow her to raise her arms, snapping
free from the remnants of the nylon webbing, and freeing her arms. YESS!!
Another super orgasm suddenly rips through the heroine's body, doubling her
over, tearing a moan from her throat. She realizes that she HAS to deal
with that thing inside her next, despite the pseudo-green K on her upper
body, slowly poisoning her. She looks down toward her vagina, but the
stress of using her heat vision has momentarily fogged her vision. She
can't even see her skirt clearly, much less look inside her body. Using
one hand to balance against a wall, with her other hand she reaches between
her legs, brushing aside her skirt and her blue panties. Supergirl starts
probing her crotch for the tool tormenting her. All she feels is the very
end of the device, maybe 1/8th of an inch sticking out of her cunt! She
tries to grasp it but can't get a grip on it! Crying, desperate, she tries
to dig the hellish thing out, but she can't get her fingers inside her far
enough in . . . she <"nngh"> can't . . . <"AAIIIIEEEEAAA!!"> (another orgasm
hits).She slowed the boring device, even crumpled part of the end, but it's
continuing its slow crawl up her vagina.
Supergirl staggers back toward the window and again falls over the edge,
landing on her shoulder on the floor in the main room Pulling herself back
to her feet <"NNNNNHHHH!!"> (orgasm), she finally rises again and moves to
stand over a piece of the broken mirror. With grim determination, Supergirl
blinks several times to clear her vision, then aims her heat vision so that
it will (SHE HOPES) bounce off the mirror on the floor and hit the end of
the borer still outside her vagina. After several attempts, her vision
finally clears somewhat, but after one shot, she has to quit. She's just
still too loggy to focus well enough and all she has managed to do is to
burn her own labia majora! Her one good shot hit her outer lips, causing
the girl to rock backward, falling onto her butt, screaming in pain.
"OK," she thinks, rubbing the tears from her eyes. "I gotta use my powers
of recovery to shake off whatever they did to my eyes. I gotta get away
from this green K so I can get my powers back to full strength." She
swiftly removes her top and cape and tosses them through the window, back
into the other room and against the far wall. She immediately feels
stronger, even through some of the goop is still on her neck and breasts.
She tries to scrape the stuff off her body but is unsuccessful. The stuff
seems almost to have bonded itself to her skin!
The frustrated heroine moves back to the large chunk of mirror on the floor
and again tries her super heat vision. Again she cries in pain as her
second attempt to bounce heat vision off the mirror fragment burns her skin instead of the
green stuff on her body. No good! Her skin heats and burns (like a bad
sunburn) while the green stuff just smokes and fizzles most of it is
still stuck on her. This too will take too long in her current
condition. "NNNNaaaggghhhh!!" (orgasm)
Supergirl, naked now from the waist up moves to
the huge steel door, intending to leave here before either woman returns.
She gasps briefly, her spirits dropping, when she observes that she has to
use a touch pad to open the door. She doesn't know the combination! She
begins hitting keys but quits when she realizes she doesn't know how many
strokes are needed, much less which ones will unlock the massive vault
door. Bracing herself, the Girl of Steel raises her arms over her
head, clasps her hands together and prepares to smash the door when another
orgasm rips through her loins, doubling her over. Her nipples have become
hardened like steel acorn nuts since removing her top, and now they ache
terribly from her arousal. As she stands, bent at the waist, gasping, one
hand begins massaging her left breast. The other hand rises as if it too
has a mind of its own and begins to roll and squeeze an impossibly hard,
thick nipple between thumb and forefinger. Within seconds, another even
more powerful orgasm rips through the girl, dropping her to her knees,
panting,her head against the vault door.
Wearily, the exhausted Maid of Might again rises to her feet, again raises her
clenched hands, and prepares again to smash the thick steel door. Grunting
with her effort, she swings her arms forward in a powerful overhead arc,
crashing them against the door.
She's put a dent in the case hardened steel, but otherwise her mighty blow
seems to have had no effect. Repeating her effort, a second powerful blow
still does not pop the door off its hinges. Sobbing, still nearly blind
from the nasal spray and now her tears, Supergirl sags against the door,
propping herself up with one hand as the other slowly, seemingly with a
mind of its own, begins caressing her left breast. As one finger drags
across her nipple, another orgasm rips through her lovely body, and again
she falls to her knees, sobbing and moaning, her weakened body shaking
uncontrollably.
*BBOOOOOMMM!!* then *BBOOOOOMMM!!*, a second loud reverberation echoes
through the building. Everyone turns their heads toward the vault. Wasn't
Supergirl in there, testing something for Dr. Collins? several of the
scientists, engineers and technicians think. Wow, what could she be doing
that would shake the building to its foundation like that?
"GodDAMN that bitch!!" Buckman roars from her *second office*, her real
office since she and Dr. Collins began selling government secrets to the
best bidder. Rising quickly, she slips out of the robe which had covered
her *super soldier suit* while working in her office. Buchman next dons her
helmet and backpack and heads toward the vault. On the way, she stops at
the desk of one of the scientists and grabs his latest project.
After entering the correct passkey code, Buckman cycles the heavy door and
watches it massively slide open. She hears a grunt and thud, then through
the widening crack between the vault door and its jamb, Buchman sees
Supergirl's hand slap lifelessly against the floor. "SHE'S LOOSE!" Buckman
screams in her mind. Buckman crosses the threshold before the door is
fully opened, and hits the "close" button on the inner keypad. The door
stops opening and begins to close. Outside, most of the people are now
rolling on the floor, holding their bleeding ears. The *screamer* was
still powerfully roaring, from the floor of the vault where the Girl of
Steel had let it fall. The technicians and engineers do not have
Supergirl's ability to control what she hears, nor do they have
sound-deadening helmets as does Buchman. The unprotected, non-super ear
drums of the technicians/scientists/engineers pop in the initial blast.
Within the enclosed confines of the warehouse, the killer tones echo and
reecho, slowly destroying over a score of Collins' work force. The sound
soon is rapidly killing everyone outside the vault.
Inside the vault, Buchman spots the Girl of Steel lying on her side, one
arm stretched out. "How the FUCK did you get FREE!" Buchman roars at the
nearly-senseless heroine. Buchman reaches down and grabs the bit of chain
still connected to the metal collar around Supergirl's neck. Using this as
a leash, Buchman drags her helpless victim back across the room to the
table. Finding that she is unable to lift Supergirl up to the table, even
with the super soldier suit, Buckman pauses to consider her next course of
action. Buckman grabs the heroine's hair and pulls her into a seated
position. The little bureaucrat smiles as she watches Supergirl's head loll
onto her chest, her eyes nearly closed.
After a very strenuous effort, Buchman manages to pull Supergirl to her
feet. As the heroine totters on her feet, barely able to stand on mushy
knees, one of her arms mechanically trying to swat at her tormentor,
Buchman guides the Girl of Steel backward onto the steel table. Just as
they reach the table, Supergirl suddenly opens her eyes.
As another powerful orgasm rips through her body, Supergirl feels a
thrumming in the hand that's propping her against the vault door. After
thinking for a moment, she realizes that something is happening with the
door. As she raises her head, the door slowly swings open, toppling the
weakened Mistress of Power onto one side, one arm flopping lifelessly to
land partially under the opening door, the other hand moving to press
against her abdomen to ease some of the pain she feels. As she tries to
rise, one hand drags across her crotch, causing another powerful orgasm to
fire. Supergirl sags and falls onto her back, moaning. As she tries
again, rising up onto her elbows, she suddenly feels her head being yanked
backwards. Someone has grabbed the chain on her neck collar.
The weakened heroine groans as her limp body is dragged backward across the
tile floor. Her body shudders with another massive orgasm as she thinks
of her powerlessness and the danger she's in. No foe has ever made her
feel so weak and ineffectual, and aroused at the same time. Was she
becoming a masochist, someone sexually aroused by being someone's whipping
toy? This is the first step in becoming a *slave*, isn't it? As she
struggles to regain control of her body, she feels herself being lifted to
her feet, then being forced backward.
Supergirl resolves to end this punishment at any cost. Inhaling raggedly,
she opens her eyes. Everything is still fuzzy, her eyes are still dilated,
but she can see the helmet of one of her tormenters. This is all the Girl
of Steel needs to see. Probably Buchman, given that fat doughy waist,
Supergirl realizes.
Buchman puts one hand on either side of Supergirl, just below her rib cage,
to shove the woman up onto the metal table. Buchman is then stunned at the
sight of the blond bitch slowly raising her arms over her head. Before the
black-garbed villainess can react, Supergirl strains mightily and brings
her once-powerful arms down onto Buchman's shoulders. The force hammers
Irene Buchman to her knees, causing her to cry out in pain. Placing her
hands around Supergirl's knees, Buchman looks up at the Girl of Steel and
instantly sees that she is still far from fit for battle. As the heroine
slowly looks down at her punisher, head wobbling, Buchman punches her
closed fist upward, striking the heroine's cunt right on the clitoris.
Supergirl screams and falls backward, half of her body lying on the cold
metal table, one knee pulled up almost to her stomach, the other leg
dangling inches above the floor. Grinning at her ability to stop the
heroine, Buchman picks up her newest *discovery* and rises to her feet.
Supergirl had managed to delay Buckman with just one far-from-powerful
blow. Then another orgasm hit her body, just when all of her strength and
will power should be focused on finishing *chubby*. As the Maiden of
Muscles struggles to continue the attack, forcing her head forward and
down, to face the woman, she recoils in horror as Buchman's pudgy little
fist rams into her clit. The effect is incredible. Her blood-engorged
clit had NEEDED attention, in response to the remorseless drill boring
through her vagina. Buchman's costume-enhanced punch sends a shock wave
from Supergirl's clit, through her body, to crash into her brain.
"NNNAAAIIIIIEEEE!!" she screams, rocking her head backward, and falling
onto the table behind her. Her clit is THROBBING!! Aching with a pain no
man would EVER feel if hit in his nuts.
Standing beside the table, watching the heroine rock sideways on the table,
now clutching her stomach and crotch, her eyes nearly closed, Buchman
senses victory. She reaches forward and grabs Supergirl's shoulders and
roughly spins her over onto her belly. Next, the pudgy little bureaucrat's
clenched fists, augmented by an *exo-skeleton* in her super suit, smashes
Supergirl at the base of her skull with enough force to loosen the
bolted-down table.
Dully, Supergirl feels Buckman man-handle her body, rolling her over to
face the table, then spreading her legs. Supergirl is completely drained of
energy and powerless to resist the villainess' hands. She is dimly aware
when her skirt is lifted. Then, just as another orgasm begins to
wrack her poor body, Buchman's thumb rams into her abused clitoris.
Supergirl screams and rips a small chunk off table as the incredible
spasm shudders through her body, driving her to the brink of
unconsciousness. She sags onto the table, spent, drained, barely able to
open her still-clouded eyes.
Then, just as she thought the worst had passed, she suddenly feels an
object rammed against her anus! "N-no more . . . puh-please, I beg youuu,"
she sobs, "I can't take any more! Please stop!"
As Supergirl struggles to remain conscious and begs for mercy, Buchman
smiles and lifts the girl's short red skirt, baring her anus and tight
little butt cheeks. Lifting the new metal cannister in one hand, Buchman
gives it a twist with her other hand and quickly rams it against Supergirl's
anus. No luck. The Kryptonian's butt cheeks are still too strong, despite all
the punishment her body has received. They keep this hole closed too tight!
A frantic Buchman realizes she has to move quickly now - the cannister has
started to hum. Trying again, Buckman reaches one hand under Supergirl and
begins stroking her clit as the bureaucrat's legs press against the backs
of Supergirl's thighs. As one pudgy, gloved finger rubs the heroine's clit,
the second puts the chrome cannister against her anus. When Buchman's
efforts make Supergirl moan and sag limply, sprawling on the table, Buchman
makes one last mighty effort and manages to ram most of the cylinder into
the girl's ass hole.
Supergirl's head rocks off the table and one arms flails toward her butt to
end this new torment. Her new screams, so weak, so pitiful, bring a broad
smile to the sadistic bureaucrat's face. Nearly finished, Buckman steps
back a few paces and with a mighty *UUHNH* she kicks the end of the
canister with all her suit-enhanced strength and drives the cannister
deeper it into the suffering Maid of Might. The effort also knocks the
table off its mounts and both it and the Kryptonian topple onto the floor.
Supergirl is almost unconscious, one hand weakly trying to pull this new
torment from her aching butt. Buchman laughs at the heroine's weakened
condition.
Buckman turns and moves quickly toward the vault door. She doesn't want to
be here when that thing explodes. Someone had designed a new magnesium
flare. No applications for it yet. It was a *binary*, two chemicals in
adjoining cells, which when mixed created a new chemical. The thing
mostly contained magnesium, but also some other compounds. When the
magnesium mixed with the other chemicals, after the two parts were twisted
into alignment, the mix percolated a few seconds, raising its heat past
5,000 degrees. The lead cap at one end failed first, the titanium body
directing all the heat and fire in one stream. Eventually, a full one
second later, the titanium body would also melt, but by then a jet of
hyper-heat would be blasting forth several dozen feet. Directly into
Supergirl's anus, in this instance.
Buchman is nearly finished banging out the keypad code when the lead cap
dissolves. Supergirl's eyes snap open and her mouth forms an *o* as she
feels the heat building in her anus. Suddenly, the reaction completes and
a super-heated jet of plasma blasts upward into the Maid of Might. A
half-second later, the rest of the cannister explodes from her ass hole
like a cannon shot, flies across the room and lodges in Buckman's
backpack. The flame roars through the small vault, raising the internal
temperature well above 3,000 degrees, cooking everything inside the vault.
Supergirl is propelled across the room and slammed against the steel wall,
her body crumpling as she slides to the floor. Her mighty heart slows near
to death as her super recuperative powers try to repair her damaged body.
When Dr. Collins returns to Boston two days later, her first stop is at her
lab, Warfighter Designs. Entering the silent building, she heads back to
the *bull pen* to check on several projects, including her captive. She
has been anxiously awaiting the chance to see whether the mist has
destroyed the Maid of Might. When she opens the door to the bull pen,
Collins recoils in shock at the sight of the bodies of her crack crew,
lying scattered around the room and obviously very dead. Stepping into the
room, Collins rushes into her private office. Wasting no time, she changes
into her super soldier suit, stuffs various things into her belt pouches,
and returns to the bull pen. As MixMaster, she approaches the vault and
can see that the door is heavily damaged. Still closed but sagging
slightly in the middle! Did Supergirl regain her heat vision? What else
could melt a four inch steel door?
Collins called herself MixMaster because she has the reputation of being
someone who can take two unrelated theories or products and put them
together, making something new and completely different. She can take a
bushel of apples and an elephant into a large room and return a week later
with a pachyderm that spits apples from its trunk. She can also take two
chemicals and find an application for them. Her ability to Mix and Match,
she felt, made her the Master of her specialty. She taught physics at MIT
when she wasn't trying to steal someone's idea and sell it as her own. And
now this SUPER BITCH has threatened to unravel all she has made here at
Warfighter Designs!
After MixMaster punches the right keypad sequence, the door groans loudly
and opens a crack. MixMaster tries to force the door open but is
unsuccessful. Trying the key sequence again, and throwing her body against
the door, this time it lurches and opens enough for her to squeeze
through. The inside is pitch black, so MixMaster hits the night vision
switch on her belt and the helmet's shield suddenly is bathed in green
light. She can now see into the room.
There is a badly-burned corpse, or most of one at least, lying on the floor
near the door. Supergirl? Female hips, remnants of boots. Maybe! Moving
further into the room, MixMaster turns her head, checking every corner.
The window into the back room is gone, she notes. What the HELL had
happened here? Looking around, she observes that every furnishing in both
rooms is gone, destroyed in some ... some inferno?! "The MAG FLARE!"
MixMaster realizes. "Of course, only that or an extremely powerful fire
bomb could do this much damage!"
The panel which hides the doorway into the secret observation room is also
gone, probably destroyed in the fire. MixMaster opens the door to check
the other room for clues of what happened here. Just as she's about to
enter the room, she pauses and pulls a gun-like device out of one pouch.
This one doesn't spray the pseudo-green Kryptonite-gel, but it does contain
the most powerful knockout gas on the planet. This is another stolen idea
she wants to try on the captive heroine.
As MixMaster enters the back room, her gun held slightly forward, two hands
suddenly land on her, one grabbing the fabric above her breasts, the other
grabbing one arm. MixMaster is roughly pulled into the room and thrown
across it. She crashes face-first against the far wall and slides to the
floor, stunned. The special fabrics in her super soldier suit have
effectively protected her body from more serious harm.
As MixMaster struggles back to her feet, a powerful blow lands on the top
of her helmet, cracking it and hammering her back to the floor, struggling
to retain consciousness.
Supergirl had, just barely, survived the tremendous heat of the magnesium
super-flare. The pain was mind-numbing and, gratefully, she passed out.
When she awoke some time later, maybe a day later, she struggled to her
feet. The room around her was devastated; Buchman's toasted body lay by
the door. Looking downward, the Girl of Steel saw that all the
pseudo-green Kryptonite on her chest and neck was gone, burned off in the
firestorm. The manacles around her ankles and neck had also melted in the
hellish heat.
Cautiously going into the back room, Supergirl was happy to see that even
in here, the tremendous heat had dissolved the green K from her top and
cape. Quickly dressing, the Maid of Might moved back to the vault door
to get out of this place before MixMaster returns with more of her
monstrous devices. As she nears the door, though, Supergirl suddenly
stops, staggers, and leans forward, moaning. "Nnnhh ... nnoo!!" she
gasps, "h-hurts! My - my stomach ... !" Looking downward, straining, she
realizes her pain is caused from a lower part of her body.
The Girl of Steel uses her super vision to scan inside her body, looking
at smaller and smaller sections until she sees just a centimeter at a time.
Through a pain-caused blurry haze she can see that the thing in her vagina
is still in there! It has slagged, melted and bonded with her flesh,
lodging deeply inside her vaginal tract! Walking just now, stepping over
the remnants of Buchman, causes it to shift and pull her vaginal walls.
But why was her super vision still so weak? Was there still some
pseudo-green K in the room, or was the nasal spray still affecting her
sight?
Gasping, feeling a warmth flowing from her much-abused pussy, Supergirl
leans against the door for a second to catch her breath. There's no way
she can reach that thing inside her with just her fingers and burning it
with heat vision is naturally unthinkable - she would burn a hole through
her own body and destroy wide sections of skin before reaching and further
melting the thing stuck to her tender tunnel. How the HELL will she get
that thing out of her body?
"No answers in here," she says aloud, moving toward the vault door once
more, but moving stiff-legged, like someone who needs to use a toilet NOW!
The electronic key pad on this side of the vault door is toast. She'll
have to use brute strength to open the door. The Maid of Might braces
her left foot against the wall beside the door, grabs one of the massive
bolts locking the door, then slides her right leg backward, to help her
pull the door open. Suddenly her knees buckle from a massive spasm of pain
in her vagina. She screams and tears fill her eyes as she sags downward,
settling on her knees.
When the pain finally subsides, Supergirl again rubs her eyes and tries to
focus on the thing inside her. When she's finally able to focus enough to
see through her skin, she again turns her vision into a super microscope
and begins a centimenter by centimeter examination of her body, moving over
each section with hyper speed. Minutes later she settles down on the floor,
legs spread out in front of her, stunned at what she's seen. When that
device had melted, plugging her vaginal tract, at the *innermost* end of
her vagina, near her cervix, some of the synthetic green Kryptonite is still
on the diamond bit and more is bonded to the small folds of skin in the
walls of her vagina.
"Nnoo ...," she gasps in horror, "nnNNNNOOOOOOOO!!". She collapses onto
her side and rolls into a fetal position, hugging her knees against her
chest, one of her hands rests on her forehead, covering her eyes as she
cries, the other clutches her groin, rubbing it, trying to ease the pain
inside.
Supergirl recovers somewhat several hours later. Still lying in a fetal
position she slowly realizes that the rays from the tiny bit of green K
still inside her are slowly working against her, not just poisoning her
body but also occasionally causing the sudden sharp bursts of intense
pain. Only when she moves around does she risk having the slagged thing
pull, pinch or abrade the walls of her cunt and cause that burst of pain.
Walls that are, like the rest of her super body, capable of withstanding
almost any natural force are now unnaturally sensitive under the punishing
green K rays. And the longer this stuff remains in her body, the larger the
amount of skin that will poison and get softer, until she either dies from
the intense pain or some powerful blow to her body.
She realizes that in her present state, she can't burst the door. If it
was damaged in the jamb, it will never open. Also, she doesn't have the
strength to smash through the walls; she'll have to search out a thin
section and peel back the layers of steel and lead, like an onion, until
she's finally free. Or she can wait until someone, probably the MixMaster,
opens the door from the outside. Supergirl settles against one wall and
falls asleep, letting her body recover as much of its strength as it can.
From time to time, her super body convulses and a moan escape her lips as
her body is ravaged by the poison and the metal bonded to her vaginal walls.
Some time, a day or so later, as Supergirl works to peel away the last two
inches of steel along one wall in the observation room, she hears the
unmistakable hum of the vault door opening. Her super vision and hearing
seem to be near normal, at least. Carefully rising of the chair she has
been using, she walks stiffly to stand beside the door leading into the
next room. She can easily watch the vault door and pick the right time to
jump whomever comes through the door. Looking through the wall from the
inner room, Supergirl watches the MixMaster slip cautiously into the room
and look around.
"Probably has some kind of night vision on that helmet," Supergirl
decides. As her eyes follow the movements of the MixMaster, she watches
the villainess move toward, then pause outside the doorway to the inner
room. When she draws some kind of weapon from a belt pouch, Supergirl
moans to herself, "Nooo! Not MORE green K!" Feverishly she tries to decide
how she can fight this woman and not get another bath of the dangerous
substance.
When MixMaster's arm passes the door jamb, preceding her entry into the
room, Supergirl reaches out and grabs the woman and tosses her across the
room, slamming her against the far wall. Walking over to the MixMaster, as
the woman starts to rise, Supergirl smashes one hand down onto the top of
her helmet, hammering her back to the floor and cracking the helmet's top.
"I can't fight her," Supergirl realizes. "That took almost all of my
strength and all I did was stun her and crack her helmet. I can't risk
getting captured again. This time, she'll kill me for sure. I have to get
away until I get this ... this THING out of me!"
Turning, the Maid of Might walka slowly, raggedly toward the vault
door. As she passes through, she hits the "Close" button on the outside
keypad and watches as the massive slab of metal groans and slides toward
her. Just before it blocks her view into the vault, Supergirl sees
MixMaster, without her helmet, limping into the main room, gun in her hand.
The door clicks shut before MixMaster can reach the door though, and
Supergirl smiles grimly as she leans against the door, using the cold metal
door to help her stay on her feet.
Turning away from the door, the Girl of Steel carefully and slowly walks
out of the building and flies back to her motel room. Several times in the
flight she loses her concentration and drops abruptly, falling fifty to
one hundred feet before she can regain her focus and continue flying. Once,
she shifts her hips in flight and the resulting spasm has her gasping in
pain and dropping uncontrollably. She hits the hard concrete of an
Interstate highway, forming a crater in the shoulder of the road.
Fortunately, no cars are hit by her or by flying fragments of concrete and
most of the Boston drivers are too busy to even slow to help the Maid of
Might. After pulling herself from the crater and again leaping into the
air, Supergirl is able to fly again but her flight is very wobbly the rest
of the way back to the motel. Once she reaches the door to her rented room,
the crippled costumed heroine leans against it, panting, trying to recover
lost strength. When she enters the room a moment later, she immediately
falls face forward onto the bed and a long ragged sigh escapes her lips.
Several minutes later, after recovering from her flight, Supergirl
struggles to her feet and calls Agent King in Metropolis.
Supergirl describes for Agent King most of her battle with MixMaster and
Buchman and reports that Buchman is dead and Dr. Collins, the MixMaster is
trapped inside the vault at Warfighter Designs. "The theft ring is broken,"
Supergirl says wearily, seating herself on the edge of the bed. A weary
hand goes to the girl's forehead and she briefly closes her eyes, seeking
some relief from her pain.
King tells the heroine, "I'll send agents from the Boston office to clean
out the facility, Supergirl. Please get back here IMMEDIATELY! We have a
national emergency of the first magnitude."
"I've - I've got a, mm, a personal problem to deal with first," Supergirl
responds sadly, "I'll be down there in a day or two."
"NO, please don't delay that long, Supergirl," King pleads, "there may not
BE a Metropolis, or even a Washington, if you delay at all! Your country
NEEDS you, Supergirl!"
Sighing, Supergirl agrees to fly back to Metropolis. She places the
phone back on the receiver beside the bed and stands up, moaning loudly and
sagging as another spasm wracks her super body. Slowly, like someone half
asleep, the stricken super heroine gathers her things and stashes them in
her backpack. Walking out of the room, the Girl of Steel staggers a few
steps and leaps into the air, flying erratically toward Metropolis City,
traveling slower than normal and hoping that she can cope with the terrible
thing eating away her insides as she confronts this *emergency of the first
magnitude*.