They say Supergirl is back to normal, back to fighting crime, upholding justice — all that shit. That's what they say.
I say, don't believe everything you read in the funny papers.
Wanna know where she was for those two months that TV and the press called a "sabbatical"? She was getting the shit kicked out of her at... well, I ain't allowed to say where. Just believe me, she was beaten, raped, humiliated.
And forced to give blowjobs — slow, wonderful blowjobs.
I know. I was on the receiving end of some of them. And I was on the giving end of a few of the beatings.
Lemme tell you, it took some sophisticated technology to bring her down and disable her. But all it took was dicks and fists to break her. Dicks and fists, and a kryptonite implant in her cerebral cortex.
Let me tell you how we went about it.
The boss — Domo — he broke us up into three teams. Two spotters atop a hill about a mile from where she did a lot of her recreational flying. Two more guys on a smaller hill closer to the valley she usually flew over. They had a modified Russian SA-7. Then me and Cesar, we was in a little clump of trees down in the valley. We was, you might say, the catchers.
It's just past nine o'clock at night. There's a three-quarter moon and no clouds. The spotters call in. "She's coming." That's all.
Me and Cesar look over toward the hills, and sure enough, there's a shadow moving in the sky, coming our way. You can't tell at that point what it is, but it don't have no lights and it ain't making no noise.
What does make a noise is the SA-7. A big whoosh. She hears it, too, when she's almost directly overhead. We see her stop in midair. I'm assuming she turned to see what was coming toward her. It was too dark for us to tell for sure. Anyway, there's a flash and half a second later a loud boom, and she comes tumbling down, like a shot duck.
She lands with a thud not 50 yards from us. Me and Cesar run like hell toward her, but we really didn't need to hurry. When we get to her, she's lying on her side, and she's not moving. Her panties was blown off by the explosion, so her cunt's exposed.
"Here's our big chance for a Super fuck," says Cesar.
"Not til we get the bag over her head," says I. I pull out a plastic bag with a hose that runs from a gas canister on my back. I slip the bag over her head, and hit the red button on my belt. The bag inflates.
Just in time.
She's starting to come to. Her baby-blues flutter open just as she inhales the krypton gas. Bingo, her eyes roll back and she goes as limp as Grandpa's dick.
I stand up, slip my foot under her and flip her onto her back. "Now you can fuck her," I says to Cesar. And he does, right there on the ground, humping her poor, scorched pussy while she's a million miles away in dreamland. Not my idea of a real fuck. I like it when they're wide awake and begging for mercy — or begging for more dick.
Cesar, Gus and Rudolfo took turns with the bitch in the van. We took off the plastic bag. Domo had warned that more than 15 minutes of inhaling krypton could kill her.
After a while she started to revive. That's when I got interested. Gus was squeezing her tits when her eyes popped open and she started squirming. She tried to push him away, but she was still weak as a kitten. He slapped her a couple of times real hard. That didn't work, so he punched her in the jaw. She quit resisting.
"Okay, boys, give her a rest," I said. I knew it wouldn't take long for her to be conscious enough to appreciate what I was going to do to her.
I was right. After a few minutes, she moaned, opened her eyes again and tried to sit up. I grabbed a handful of her thick blonde hair and jerked her up onto her knees. Her face was just a couple of inches from my crotch. I pulled down my zipper and pulled out St. Nick.
"Suck it bitch," I said. She looked up at me with an expression that wasn't very cooperative. I smashed a knee into her face.
"Suck it," I said again.
She wiggled around and reached up to loosen my grip on her hair. A swift kick to her crotch ended that. I let her fall backward. She doubled up in pain.
"You got a lot to learn, bitch," I said.
"Fuckin' A," added Cesar. He slammed his boot into to her kidneys for emphasis.
Domo was pissed that she'd been fucked before he could begin his experiments.
"Who violated her?" he asked in a real calm voice. When he got real calm, that meant trouble.
Gus said, "Sorry, boss, but what do you mean, 'violated'? "
"I mean fucked," said Domo. "Which of you fucked her?"
Gus and Cesar raised their hands. Then they shot angry looks at Rudolfo, and he raised his hand, too.
That left me, Stick and Bobbo. "I was driving, and Bobbo was up front next to me," said Stick.
Domo looked at me. "And you, Turgul? Where were you?"
"I was in back with the bitch and the boys, but I didn't fuck her," I said.
Domo glanced at Gus.
"He's telling the truth, boss," said Gus. I could tell he wanted to add that I had tried to get a blowjob, but he kept quiet. I had too much on Gus for him to squeal on me.
"Gus, Cesar, Rudolfo, I'm docking each of you one week's pay," said Domo. "And if you touch her again while she's a guest here, you die."
He turned to me. "Turgul, you, Stick and Bobbo come with me. The rest of you will patrol the perimeter. Take the dogs. I want to be absolutely sure we have no visitors."
I kinda felt sorry for them. It was getting cold outside, and patrol was about the most boring job in the world.
There was nothing boring about what Domo wanted me to do. We went into a big room with grey concrete walls and all kinds of chains and ropes hanging from the ceiling.
Supergirl was hanging there, too. Her wrists were shackled over her head, her legs were spread, and her ankles were chained to rings on the floor. She was completely helpless, and she knew it. Her head hung down.
Domo slipped a hand under her chin and raised her face. She had been crying. Damn, she was beautiful.
"I thought she would show more spirit," he said. "Frankly, I'm disappointed. By now, the effects of the gas should have mostly worn off. She should be in fine fettle."
I don't know what the fuck a fettle is, but she looked terrific, hanging there just waiting to be fucked.
"Perhaps she needs to be provoked," Domo said. He stepped aside. "Turgul, punch her in the stomach."
I hesitated a second. Something about it didn't seem right. But then I didn't want to piss off the boss, so I slammed my right fist into her gut as hard as I could. Her breath came whooshing out.
"Again," said Domo.
I hit her again, this time with a left that caught her lower ribs. Then another right, this one low, between her navel and her crotch. She really groaned with that one. Then a left, into her side.
"That's enough," said Domo.
She hung from the chains like a slab of dead meat.
Domo pressed two fingers against her throat.
"Heart's still pumping," he said softly. "Very odd. What's happened to her power? She let you use her as a punching bag. Didn't try to break free of her restraints. Didn't even tighten her abdominal muscles to protect her belly."
He stroked his chin. I didn't like the way he was talking. It was like he was expecting the bitch to become superhuman again — with me as the closest target if she started swinging.
Domo walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a big, studded, stainless steel dildo. It was way too big for any woman.
"What's that, a hippo fucker?" Stick said, with a laugh.
"No, it's a Supergirl fucker," said Domo, "and I'll let you figure out how to use it."
He handed it to Stick, who almost dropped it.
"Son of a bitch is heavy," he said.
"Yes, thick and heavy, and those studs have sharp edges," said Domo. "Your job is to stick it as far as it will go up our lovely young lady's twat. But first we want to make sure she knows what's coming." He grabbed her hair and jerked her head up. She opened her eyes halfway, but it looked like no one was home.
"Show it to her," he said.
Stick waved the business end of the dildo in front of her. It didn't seem to register.
Domo grabbed her jaw and squeezed until her mouth popped open. "Give her a taste of it," he snapped.
Stick pushed the dildo into her mouth and worked it around. Her eyes were fully open now, and you could tell she was scared. She tried to bend her head back to escape the rough metal, but Stick just pushed it in harder.
She started to gag.
"Okay," said Domo. "Take it out." He put his face close to hers. "What you just felt, what you just tasted, is going into your vagina, all the way into your uterus. It will tear you apart."
"No," she said. It was the first thing she had said since we shot her out of the sky. "Please, no."
Domo stepped back and nodded to Stick.
Stick knelt and positioned the dildo between her legs. Suddenly, her body began to convulse, her hips began to gyrate. She was trying to escape her fate.
"Turgul, get behind her and hold her," Domo barked.
I put my arms around her and squeezed. She was finally putting up a fight, and I liked that. I felt myself getting hard.
Then she screamed. Stick was doing his job.
I'm still not sure exactly what happened next. I heard chains break. I heard another scream, but it wasn't her; it was Stick. I felt her body pushing me backward. Then I lost my balance and landed on my ass.
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