Supergirl Fallen
3. The Training
The guards led the well-fucked and exhausted Supergirl out of her cell.
After she was cleaned up, Supergirl was led to the uppermost floor of the
compound, into a large, excessively decorated bedroom. Passively, she let the
guards carry her to the large bed at the center of the room, and she didn't try
to resist at all when they chained her wrists and ankles to the four posts of
the bed.
"Have fun, Superslut!" one of the guards chuckled as they left. Supergirl
waited in silence. Dazed after so many orgasms, she was vaguely aware that she
was about to be used again, and this meant that her body was going to betray her
again. The thought of the humiliation this would bring her, frightened her. And
indeed, much to her shame, her body was already beginning to respond even to
this thought. It was already adjusting to the constant arousal and frequent
orgasms, and now Supergirl could feel her pussy getting hotter and hotter. Oh
no, she thought, somebody, please help me....
The door opened. Supergirl turned and saw Catwoman. Still wearing her mask,
she was naked except for a pair of long, black leather gloves and knee- high
boots. Supergirl couldn't help staring at Catwoman's exquisite body, especially
her strong arms and her full, firm breasts. Oh God, Supergirl thought, what has
become of me now....
"My pet..." Catwoman purred as she approached. "Did you have fun this
evening?" she giggled as she ran her hand along her captive's body, and she
laughed triumphantly as she saw Supergirl blushing with shame.
"Please..." Supergirl pleaded, "please don't humiliate me anymore!"
"Humiliate?" Catwoman laughed as she grabbed one of Supergirl's pierced
nipples and twisted it, causing Supergirl to wince in pain. "You'll soon find
out what humiliation is, Superslut! And don't forget what you are! You're a fuck
toy! And I can do anything I want with you! Do you get it!?" Catwoman scolded as
she continued to twist and pull at Supergirl's nipple.
"Yes, yes, oh, oh," Supergirl wailed. Satisfied, Catwoman stopped twisting
and instead began toying with Supergirl's nipple gently, and it hardened
immediately. Climbing on the bed, she took Supergirl's other nipple in her month
and began sucking it. She held the nipple ring with her teeth and pulled it
gently. At this Supergirl couldn't hold back any longer and let out a moan. She
closed her eyes and moaned again and again as Catwoman continued sucking her
nipple.
"Ah!" her moan turned into a cry of pain and surprise when suddenly Catwoman
bit down cruelly on her nipple. Immediately, Catwoman resumed sucking. When she
felt Supergirl's body relax, she bit down on her nipple again. "Ah! Ah!"
Supergirl cried out. It felt so good when Catwoman sucked her nipple, but she
was also afraid that Catwoman was going to bite her again. This mixture of fear
and anticipation had kept her body on high alert, magnifying both the pleasure
and the pain, and she was now trembling with excitement.
"Oh, oh," Supergirl moaned in frustration when Catwoman suddenly stopped.
Catwoman climbed up and straddled her face.
"Want me to continue, slut?"
"Y--yes," Supergirl answered almost automatically.
"Well, you've got to earn it!" Catwoman purred as she rubbed her pussy
against Supergirl's face. "Lick it, slut!" Desperate to come, Supergirl stuck
out her tongue and hesitantly licked Catwoman's wet lips. "Yes!" Catwoman
hissed. Grabbing Supergirl's head with both hands, she barked out instructions,
which Supergirl followed eagerly. Within seconds she came, drenching Supergirl's
face with her juices.
"Not bad, slut," Catwoman purred and patted Supergirl's head. "Don't stop."
As Supergirl continued licking her she turned around to face Supergirl's pussy
and began licking the bound heroine's wet slit in return. Immediately, Supergirl
let out a grunt of pleasure and began grinding her hips against Catwoman's face.
The two of them lapped hungrily at each other's pussy as they approached orgasm.
When Catwoman came again, she slowly shoved her middle finger up Supergirl's
asshole. This brought Supergirl over the edge, and the young heroine came crying
out loudly and wriggling her hips uncontrollably.
From that day on Supergirl's life almost became a routine. Her morning began
with her training in sexual techniques. In the afternoon, she would be strapped
down on an examination table in Dr Rancor's lab, where he would carry out tests
and examinations on her. When Dr Rancor wanted a break, he would unzip and stand
next to her head and Supergirl would obediently suck him and swallow his cum. If
the experiments finished early, Supergirl would be returned to her cell where
she would be fucked several times before dinner. She would then have to wait at
the dinner table for Catwoman, Dr Rancor, and a group of men selected by
Catwoman from her henchmen every day. Her waitress' costume consisted in two
leather straps, tied around her breasts to make them stand out, and two bells
attached to her nipple rings, which jingled merrily when she moved around.
Supergirl was constantly fondled as she served, and by the end of the dinner
her pussy would be dripping-wet, which made her ready for the gang- bang that
followed. After that, she would be cleaned up and sent to Catwoman's bedroom to
provide pleasure for Catwoman and, sometimes, the studs that she selected. If
Catwoman was in a good mood, or if Supergirl pleased her, she would have
Supergirl spend the night with her. Otherwise, Supergirl would be sent back to
her room, where she would be used for God knows how many times before the night
finally ended. This day, Supergirl arrived at her "training room" to find
Catwoman waiting for her with what looked like her tunic in her hand.
"Remember this, Superslut?" Catwoman asked.
"Y-yes," Supergirl answered, her voice shaking with emotion.
"Do you know that in the past four weeks, the crime rate of Metropolis has
almost doubled? The police there are absolutely useless. I'm sure the people
there must miss you."
"Y-yes," Supergirl answered meekly. What is Catwoman getting at? Is she
going to give her back her life, her freedom?
"Yes, you're going to have your life back," Catwoman said, as if reading her
mind. "But only for today. You see, there is a hostage situation in Metropolis.
Some bank rubbers are holding up a dozen customers in a bank, and the police
need you. An easy job for Supergirl, I imagine."
"Wh-why are you doing this?" Supergirl asked, alarmed.
"Why?" Catwoamn laughed. "Wouldn't you want to help those people? Wouldn't
you want to be Supergirl again?"
"Y...Yes," Supergirl answered, her eyes swelling with tears.
"Good!" Catwoman laughed. At her signal her henchmen removed Supergirl's
collar and cuffs, and immediately Supergirl could feel her body coming alive
with power. She couldn't believe that she was getting some of her powers back.
"Here, take this!" said Catwoman as she threw Supergirl her tunic.
"This, this is not..." Supergirl looked up in surprise. The tunic that
Catwoman gave her was made of polyester, and it was so poorly sewn that it
looked more like a costume in a primary school drama production.
"This is what you're getting, I'm afraid," said Dr Rancor chuckling.
"No!" Supergirl protested.
"No?" Said Catwoman. "Let me show you something." She switched on a monitor
and it showed a cell similar to Supergirl's. In the middle, bound to a chair,
was a girl in catholic school uniform. She was gagged and blindfolded. "Her name
is Pammy. She's fifteen. You see, if you refuse to go help those people at the
bank or if you don't come back, little Pammy will take your place in today's
after-dinner party. You wouldn't want that to happen, would you?"
"How could you!" Supergirl struck out angrily at Catwoman, but was
immediately held by her henchmen.
"Slut!" Catwoman scolded and slapped her across her face. Looking at
Supergirl's heaving breasts, she had an idea. With her men holding Supergirl,
she began slapping her breasts real hard. "Ah! Ah!" Supergirl cried out in pain
as her breasts swung from side to side under the force of Catwoman's blows. Soon
they were reddened. "Have you had enough, slut? Will you do it now?" Catwoman
scolded.
"Oh, oh, yes, yes," Supergirl whimpered, with tears running down her cheeks.
~~~~~~~~~~
"Shit!" Nick Hammond couldn't believe his bad luck. Everyone has been saying
that Supergirl has left Metropolis, and fresh out of jail, he thought it's now
finally his turn to make some big bucks. But his bank job has been nothing but a
disaster. The alarm ran off before he and his gang could do anything, and they
were soon surrounded by the police. Hell, even the news teams were there. And
just when he thought they could still get away with the cash by using the
hostages, there she is, Supergirl, flying towards them.
"Fuck!" Nick cursed as Supergirl flew in through an open window. He could
hear the crowd cheer outside. "Stand back!" He shouted, waving his gun at the
young heroine. The other members of his gang -there were five of them- also
pointed their guns at her.
"Listen to me, Sir!" Supergirl said firmly. When she was flying to the crime
scene she kept telling herself to be brave. Maybe she can still resolve the
situation. Just don't let them know.... "The police already has this place
surrounded. You must give yourselves up!" she went on, trying her best to sound
confident.
While he was trying desperately to figure out what to do, Nick noticed
something. Somehow Supergirl didn't look right. He had never met her before and
had no idea what she would look like, but the costume of the Supergirl standing
before him just looked kind of cheap. Even from where he was standing, he could
see that the "S" was sewn onto the tunic, and the seams were clearly visible. If
she hadn't flown in through the window, he would have thought that she's a fake.
But he had to act fast. Now that Supergirl's here, the police will be closing in
on them soon.
"No way!" he shouted when he thought about that, and angrily he fired a shot
at the Supergirl who had come to make his bad day even worse. Oh no! Supergirl
thought as she instinctively raised her arm to block the bullet. The bullet
couldn't harm her, but the force was enough to make her take a step back.
Puzzled, Nick fired at her again, and this time the force of the impact was
enough to knock Supergirl down to the floor.
"Ah!" Supergirl cried out. Although she wasn't injured, it was still painful
when the bullet hit her arm. One of his gang member joined in and fired a shot
at Supergirl, hitting her in the stomach. While the bullet bounced off her body,
Supergirl also curled up with the pain. Seizing this opportunity, two other gang
members jumped on her and overpowered her. Nick was thrilled.
Rushing to the window, he shouted to the police outside, "We have now
captured Supergirl! Don't come any closer or we'll kill everyone inside!" Then
he walked back to face Supergirl, who was now held standing up with her arms
held behind her back by two guys.
"Let go of me!" Supergirl snapped.
"Shut up, bitch!" Nick slapped her. "And tell us who you are!"
"I'm, I'm Supergirl!" The young heroine protested angrily.
"Then how come you're so useless?" Nick said as he eyed the girl up and
down. The way her breasts were heaving showed that she was obviously not wearing
a bra, and her tunic was so thin that her nipples were clearly visible. What
kind of bimbo would jumped into a situation like this wearing Supergirl's
costume? And how could she fly? And how could such a flimsy-looking tunic stop
his bullets?
"No!" Supergirl screamed as Nick reached out and grabbed the front of her
tunic. Smiling cruelly, he pulled and easily ripped it open, and Supergirl's
breasts sprung free. "Holy shit..." Nick murmured. The tunic was just made of
some cheap, thin polyester, and there was no way it could be bullet-proof. So
this broad is really Supergirl! But from the way she dressed, she look more like
a cheap slut! She had not only made such a thin tunic and worn it without a bra,
but her nipples were pierced as well! Mesmerized at the sight of Supergirl's
breasts, Nick reached down and grabbed Supergirl's crotch.
"No!" Supergirl screamed and tried to kick him, but her legs were firmly
held by two other guys. "Oh, no!" she cried out in dismay as Nick tore her tunic
open, exposing her pierced pussy.
"Look at her! Her cunt is pierced too!" One guy exclaimed. "Holy shit! What
kind of a crime fighter are you?" Nick asked.
"Let go of me!" Supergirl shouted angrily and struggled desperately against
the men holding her. This is like a nightmare. Not only is she captured by a
bunch of inexperienced bank-robbers, her costume was now torn and her most
private parts were exposed for everyone to see. Although she had been naked ever
since her capture and Catwoman's henchmen had been using her in almost every
imaginable way, she was now exposed in front of everyone in the bank. These are
people who were just ordinary citizens, who respected her and relied on her as
their protection against crime, and now they could all see her naked, with her
nipples and her pussy pierced, and there were also the news cameras outside....
Glancing at them, Supergirl could see that all the hostages were staring at her,
some with their month wide-open, some with a look of disdain on their face. A
mother covered the eyes of her son.
"Let me go!" she cried out in despair.
"Not so easily!" Nick chuckled. "Maybe I'm going back to the joint today,
but not without fucking Supergirl!" he shouted. With his men pressing Supergirl
down on a desk, he took off his pants and climbed on top of her.
"No!" Supergirl cried out as Nick entered her.
"Hey guys, she's wet!" he cried out in surprise. "You like this, huh?" he
chuckled as he fucked her roughly, squeezing her breasts so hard that Supergirl
winced in pain.
"Oh, oh," despite herself, Supergirl began moaning in pleasure. Her moans
were soon muffled when a member of the gang forced his cock into her mouth. The
man came quickly, and soon he was shooting his cum into her mouth. Supergirl
could not take the humiliation of swallowing his cum. She opened her mouth and
the man's cum dripped down her cheeks, and the whole gang cheered. Much to her
fear, she found herself approaching orgasm, and her body began squirming
uncontrollably. Please, she screamed in her mind, somebody help me....
Suddenly she heard several shots, and Nick's fucking stopped. Supergirl
opened her eyes and saw that a hole was blown open in his chest. When Nick
collapsed on top of her, she could also feel the grips on her wrists and ankles
loosening. She pulled her arms free, and immediately pushed Nick off her.
Struggling to get up, she could see that all the gang members were down, and
SWAT officers were breaking into the bank from everywhere. As they checked on
the hostages and the robbers, Supergirl climbed off the desk, trying to cover
herself with her cape. The cape was too short to cover her pussy, which was
glistening with wetness. Her thighs were wet with her juices too.
"Supergirl! are you alright?" a little boy called out as she tried to wipe
her juices off her thighs. Supergirl looked up and recognized that it was a boy
whose life she once saved.
"Y--yes, I'm okay--" she stammered, but she was cut off by the boy's mother.
"Don't you speak to that woman, Mark!" she said to the boy sternly.
"But, but she saved me once!" the boy said.
"Can't you see? She's a prostitute! A bad woman!" The woman continued as she
dragged her son away. Tears of pain and humiliation were swelling in Supergirl's
eyes when a detective came over. Supergirl recognized him too, as they had
worked together before.
"Supergirl, are you alright?" he asked her the same question, but there was
no concern in his voice. Instead, there was a wide grin on his face. Supergirl
didn't answer. Biting her lip, she flew out of the window without looking back.
She cried as she flew to the rendezvous point with Catwoman. These self-
righteous people! She thought angrily. The citizens of Metropolis, who she
thought were her friends, they were not grateful at all for what she had done
for them. They didn't even try to find out what had happened to her or why she
was like that, they just turned their back on her outright.
Wiping the tears off her face, she landed at the rendezvous point, where she
was greeted by several of Catwoman's henchmen. They blindfolded her and put the
krytonite collar and cuffs back on, and led her into a helicopter standing by,
which would take them back to Catwoman's dent. While the men had left her tunic
on, Supergirl wanted it to be taken off, because it only reminded her of what
she had undergone. To make things worse, the men continued to tease her during
their flight.
"Please!" Supergirl pleaded, "That's enough, please!"
"Are you telling me to shut up, Superslut?" One of the men asked as he
grabbed her nipple-ring and pulled.
"Ah! No, no! I'm sorry!" Supergirl whimpered.
"Then shut the fuck up, you slut! Here, take this!" The man said as he
pressed her head down to meet his erect cock. Supergirl opened her mouth
obediently as she felt its tip touched her lips.
"Did you have fun, my pet?" Catwoman purred as she greeted Supergirl in her
training room. "We've been watching it on the news. Tell me, how many times did
you come?"
"Why are you doing this to me?" Supergirl wailed as the blindfold was
removed. "Haven't you got what you want already? The police can't stop you now,
and what more to you want? Why don't you just kill me?"
"Tsk, tsk, look at her! Once back in her stupid uniform, our Superslut is
talking like the haughty Supergirl again!" said Catwoman. "C'mon boys, go and
remind her who she is!" At Catwoman's words the men immediately grabbed
Supergirl. With her hands cuffed behind her back, she was totally defenseless.
She could only plead and watch in horror as they took a long piece of rope and
tied it around her breasts. She winced in pain as the men pulled the rope tight.
What's worse, they passed the rope through a trolley in the ceiling and pulled
her up so that her feet were about two feet off the ground.
"Aaaaaaaargh!" Supergirl cried out in agony as she hung on her breasts. To
add to her pain, the men took of their belts and began whipping her all over her
body. Supergirl swung around as she struggled madly, which only put more strain
on her breasts. She was almost delirious with the pain which enveloped her
entire body. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" she swung her head and cried out. The tunic which she
still had on was by now ripped to pieces, revealing a body covered with red
welts.
"So have you had enough?" After what seemed like an eternity, Catwoman
finally stopped the men.
"Yes, yes," Supergirl answered weakly, her voice hoarse from screaming.
"Then tell us, who are you?"
"I'm, I'm Su-superslut..."
"What?"
"I...am...Superslut...and I am a f--fuck toy, pl...please use me anyway you
want...." Supergirl answered, gasping, with tears running down her cheeks.
"Oh, I wasn't expecting such an elaborate answer!" Catwoman giggled. "Well
boys, you heard the slut!" Quickly her men let Supergirl down. Supergirl moaned
as the ropes on her breasts were untied, and she waited submissively as they
uncuffed her. Immediately the men's hands were all over her, and what remained
of her tunic was torn off her body. Catwoman watched with a smile as Supergirl
lowered herself onto a man's cock. Another man entered her asshole from behind,
and a third man took his place in her mouth.
"Have fun, boys," she said as she turned to leave.
