The Erotic Adventures of Supergirl

by Ann Douglas

Caution: This Fan Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Lesbian, Fan Fiction, Oral Sex, .

Desc: Fan Fiction Sex Story: Kara Zorel was the last daughter of Krypton and one of the world's greatest heroes. Yet beneath it all, she was also a woman in search of love.

Beads of cold sweat ran down Susan Wienczorkowski’s neck as she carefully navigated the long dark and empty warehouse corridor. Clad in lightweight body armor, the newest addition to the Metropolis Special Crimes Unit looked like one of the troopers from Star Wars. Close behind her followed a similarly clad associate.

“Wienczorkowski ... west corridor clear.” she said into her helmet’s comlink.

With a nod she motioned for her partner, Sergeant Mike Robinson to cover her as she dashed across the open space. The tall black man swung his high powered rifle left to right as Wienczorkowski surged forward until she flattened against the far wall.

An anonymous tip had revealed one of the last Intergang hideaways. The statement that they were about to bolt from their hideaway had sent the strike force racing to Suicide Slums to intercept them before they did. If they could take down this last group, it would complete the war against Intergang that started a year before when Clark Kent of the Daily Planet had written an series of inside articles that had blown the lid off the organization. Those and Superman’s destruction of most of their heavy equipment in earlier raids had whittled the once feared organization down to this last remnant.

“I wish Superman were here with us.” Sergeant Robinson whispered to his partner as he moved up alongside her. “Intergang has too much of a track record of coming up with unexpected surprises.”

The lower ranked officer nodded her agreement. Before leaving headquarters, a call had gone out for Superman on the radio band they always used, but no response had come. A hero with responsibilities the world over, and sometimes even beyond that, the Metropolis Police Force couldn’t always depend on his being there.

“Looks like it’s up to us.” she added as she took a step forward.

Although a newcomer to the SCU, Susan Wienczorkowski had almost ten years of training to fall back on. Eight in the United States Army and the last two on the Metropolis Police Force. Normally, an officer had to be on the force at least five years before even applying for the crack unit, but in Susan’s case they were more than happy to make an exception. She was that good.

Prior to leaving the Army, Susan was well on her way to becoming the first female member of Delta Force - the Army’s elite counter-terrorist unit. It had all come down to one final test when she’d removed her application and resigned instead. A rumor of lesbianism had surfaced and rather than deny it or hide behind the military’s rather ridiculous “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy, Susan had simply said it was true and let the chips fall where they may.

It was Inspector Maggie Sawyer herself, the commander of the SCU that had recruited her for the squad. The fact that Maggie, an open lesbian, was stretching the rules for another lesbian led a lot of ignorant people to wonder if the SCU was all she’d recruited her for. Of course no one who actually knew either woman would ever think such a thing.

With a skill honed though long hours of practice, Susan duplicated Jerry Robinson’s actions of a few moments before as they cleared the last corridor. Just ahead of them was an open courtyard.

Suddenly, the sound of gunfire erupted from their comlinks, followed by a series of loud, hurried commands. The echoes in the courtyard made it hard to tell from which direction the automatic weapons fire was coming from.

Susan looked at Mike Robinson for instructions and he just shook his hand. Whoever was involved in the firefight would call for help if they needed it. Meanwhile, their orders were to cut off any exit from the building.

In a flash of motion, two dark suited figured bolted from another doorway and out into the courtyard. Full speed they heading for the kid’s playground beyond. Instantly, Robinson and Wienczorkowski took off after them.

“Police Officers!” Robinson yelled at the top of his lungs. “Drop your weapons!”

As one, the two men turned and aimed two rifles the like of which neither officer had ever seen. With Intergang, there was no second warning. Both of the SCU members opened fire, dropping them where they stood. It was all over in seconds.

In their comlinks they could already hear the graveled voice of “Terrible Dan” Turpin yelling out the all clear. The battle was already over.

Securing the weapons of the two gang members, Robinson turned to say something but was cut off by a loud crack that ripped though the air. His body arched backward, bullet holes stitched across his chest. Training took over as Susan ignored her partner, praying at the same time that this body armor was all it was supposed to me, and whirled in the direction of the shots.

“Raise that weapons and you’re dead!” the woman standing twenty feet across the yard said as she aimed the small machine pistol right at Officer Wienczorkowski’s head. “Actually, you’re dead anyway.” she laughingly added as she applied pressure to the trigger.

In that split second, a half dozen options raced through Susan’s minds. They all ended the same way, with her bloodied corpse laying next to her partner.

With resignation she closed her eyes and hoped the end would be instantaneous. The short deafening sound as the machine pistol’s magazine emptied filled the air as the Intergang member sent a stream of copper jacketed death through the air.

A second passed, then two and Susan opened her eyes, amazed to still be alive. The sight in front of her caused them to open even wider.

The figure that now stood between her and the Intergang Assassin stood 5’7” and weighed about 120 lbs. She had long straight blonde hair that ran down behind a bright red cape. A tight form fitting blue shirt topped a red skirt and matching red boots. Situated across her rounded breasts was an irregular red and yellow pentagon with a stylized “S” in it.

“Supergirl.” Susan mouthed wordlessly in relief as she saw the small mashed slugs lying at the Krytonian’s feet.

“I suggest you drop the weapon and surrender.” the costumed woman said in a quiet voice that concealed the awesome power behind it.

“Fuck you, bitch!” the Interganger yelled as she slammed a second clip into her pistol and brought it up and pulled the trigger.

Faster that the eye could follow, Supergirl surged forward and disarmed the killer. She grabbed the weapon and effortlessly crushed it in her bare hand. Dropping the now twisted and useless metal to the ground, she grabber the Interganger by her blouse and lifted her off the ground.

“That ... was a mistake.” the blonde haired girl said in a slow, powerful tone.

Whatever might have followed was interrupted by the appearance of the rest of the SCU, led by Maggie Sawyer herself. They fanned out and covered the yard. Turpin instantly moved to Susan who was now kneeling by Robinson’s side and trying to undo his body armor.

“It’s my fault, Inspector.” she said, “I should’ve seen her come up behind us.”

“No one expects you to see everything.” Dan Turpin said in a reassuring tone. “It’s just as much our fault for letting her get past us.”

A low moan from the unconscious Sergeant brought a smile to Susan’s face as she realized that he was alive.

“His chest armor took most of the impacts.” Supergirl said as appeared behind the two kneeling officers. “The only two bullets that hit him seem to have done only superficial damage.” she added as she did a quick x-ray scan.

“Thank God.” Susan said as paramedics appeared from the direction of the playground and immediately went to work on the fallen officer.

Susan stood and watched the paramedics until they gave her a thumbs up indicating that Supergirl’s prognosis was right on the money. Then they loaded him onto a stretcher for the quick trip to Metropolis General. As the ambulance disappeared in the distance, she wished she could’ve gone with him but duty required her to be here. It would be different if he were still in danger. First she had to take a second look at what had happened and how she could’ve prevented it.

As her body finally came down from her combat high, Susan had the time to take a second, better look at the Girl of Steel who was engaged in conversation with Inspectors Sawyer and Turpin.

Age wise, she looked to be about 20 years old. She had blue eyes and was pretty in that all American girl way. Only she wasn’t the girl next store, unless the girl next store came from another solar system. Her body had the physique of a moderately athletic young woman, not what you really expected from someone who could bench press a diesel locomotive.

Supergirl finished her discussion with the senior officers and was about to leave when Susan asked if she could talk to her for a moment.

“Oh course.” she cheerfully replied.

“I just wanted to thank you for saving my life.” Susan said as she realized that she was still wearing her helmet and visor and reached up to take it off.

“You don’t have to thank me.” Supergirl said as she looked into Susan’s dark green eyes. “You and the other officers are the real heroes here. Body armor not withstanding, you’re the ones risking your lives.”

“Be that as it may, I still want to say it.” Susan said as she ran her hand through her short red hair, restoring a little of the body that the helmet had flattened out. “And I was wondering if I could maybe buy you lunch or something in appreciation, I mean you do eat, don’t you?”

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