Supergirl landed gently on the dirt track about ten feet away from the steps leading up to the front door of the wooden cabin.
She looked around her. It was beautiful. Behind her was a lake shimmering with the late afternoon sun. On her flight over she saw no other signs of civilisation for at least 20 miles. It had been described as a cabin, but that sold it short. It was a decent sized house. Old but well maintained.
Emily didn’t know what to do. Fly in at full speed and take him out? She didn’t want to go in too aggressively.
She scanned the wooden building with her x-ray vision. She saw only one person upstairs. Where there others?
The blonde teenager walked up the wooden steps. They creaked loudly as she climbed them slowly. By the time she stood in front of the door she figured that she’d already lost the element of surprise.
“Ah, sod it” she thought.
She brought her knee up to her midriff and struck the thick wooden door with the underside of her boots. The force of her kick easily smashed the door off its hinges and sent it hurtling through an interior wall.
The Girl of Steel walked into the reception area. She was pumped. He was upstairs. Were there any hostages? She didn’t want to wait. Emily was about to fly through the ceiling into the upstairs landing, but she saw him coming down the stairs.
James walked down carrying a wooden baseball bat. “You shouldn’t have come” he said without a trace of emotion.
“You’re making a big mistake” Emily said clenching her fists
There was silence as James descended the stairs and walked a couple of steps towards her. “I’m giving you one last warning” James said through gritted teeth. “For old times sake”.
Supergirl laughed. Not a fake laugh, but a proper hearty laugh. “You’re warning me?!”
“Leave. Before you get hurt” he continued.
Emily continued laughing. “Or what? You’re going to hit me with your little wooden bat?”
James looked nervously at the baseball bat. He knew it would have no effect against her. He knew that even if she didn’t use her super strength and invulnerability, he didn’t stand much of a chance against her in a fair fight. Sure, she was a girl, but he’d seen her dismantle tougher men than him using just her marital arts skills.
She had an irresistible confidence about her. Her posture and stance. The way her costume enveloped her incredible body like a second skin, her big firm tits that stretched against the material but still retained their ripe shape. The way her costume was so tight around her tiny waist that he could see the ripple and outline of her hard feminine abdominals. And of course her legs. Not muscular, but long and athletic. He’d seen what those legs could do.
“You don’t stand a chance” she whispered, smiling arrogantly.
She was right. Of course. But he knew how to even the odds.
Emily didn’t even move as James gripped the bat and skipped up to her with purpose. Without breaking his stride he brought his shoulder across his body and swung the bat into her stomach. The barrel split in two upon impact leaving James holding the splintered grip.
Emily scoffed. It was like swinging a bat at a titanium pole.
Supergirl leant down and picked up the splintered barrel of the bat.
“Really?” she said mockingly. Emily gripped the bat with her soft feminine hands and squeezed. James watched the thick wooden bat splinter apart under her super human strength.
She threw the remains behind her with contempt.
“I think you need to show me a little more respect, James” Supergirl said taking a step towards him.
James reached into the back of his jeans and took a few steps back. He fumbled around in his back pocket and found the grip of his gun. He whipped it out and pointed it at her.
“Oh what, you’re going to shoot me now?!”
James kept the barrel of the gun pointed at her. He wasn’t shaking which surprised him.
“Dude, it’s like we’ve never met. You know who I am right? Supergirl. The Girl of Steel. The fucking invincible superheroine with super human strength?”
James maintained his composure.
“You know that it’ll just…” Emily shook her head with frustration. “Whatever, go ahead”
She took a step forward. James took a step back and fired a round. He missed her! She was only ten feet away! Emily smiled. He was such a fuck up. But James found his balance and let off two rounds in quick succession which both hit her in the chest.
It was a common misconception that bullets bounced off Supergirl as fast as they’d hit her. As if she was made of rubber. But this was wrong. Slow motion replays, shown on TV, had confirmed that as a bullet hit her body, her skin seemed to depress just slightly but enough for fo them to ping out onto the floor about a foot away.
He fired two more rounds, again hitting her chest, before Emily stopped and put her hands out to the side.
James fired another two rounds, this time hitting her right breast and her stomach.
“Headline: Man with gun so fixated with my boobs, unloads an entire clip onto my chest” she said sighing.
She placed her hands on her chest. The classic Supergirl victory pose. “Let me have it” she purred.
James unloaded the rest of the clip, hitting her on the chest, stomach, neck and face. It had no effect whatsoever. He keep pulling the trigger even though there were no more bullets.
Supergirl smiled. “Pathetic”.
The Girl of Steel lowered her head a couple of degrees and hit the tip of the barrel with a thin beam of heat vision.
In a split second it was too hot for James to hold and he dropped it to the floor.
He had already backed onto a wall, and as Supergirl walked towards him, he immediately felt the panic and helplessness that many other men must’ve felt at the hands of Supergirl. It wasn’t like she was a 6’5” goddess. She was actually only about 5’8” in heels. A good couple of inches shorter than him. But she was intimidating. Formidable. Even without her super powers she was intimidating. Her beautiful, youthful face; that incredible body wrapped in that iconic costume with a slight sheen; the indomitable confident. She was a goddess.
Emily leant down and picked up the red hot gun. The heat was inconsequential to her. Smoke escaped from the gun as the molten steel came into contact with her invincible skin. She made sure James was watching as she crushed the hot metal with her bare hands into a mangled piece of steel before dropping it casually on the floor.
James pressed his back in the wall as Supergirl stood just a few inches from him, looking up at him.
“So where we we?” she said trying to suppress her laughter. “Oh that’s right, you were giving me ‘one last warning’”.
“I’m telling y…” James began. But she was done with him talking.
Emily grabbed him by his throat. Just under his jaw bone. He gurgled as her tiny petite hand squeezed his neck.
“Now you listen to me you piece of shit,” she seethed, as she extended her arm upwards and lifting his body up into the air, “I want you to feel my hand around your throat and know that I could crush your windpipe as easily as you crushing a goddam bowl of Jello”
James couldn’t breath. The intense pain of her grip around his neck was superseded by the fact he couldn’t reach for his breath. He tried in vain to prise her hand open but it was impossible.
Supergirl knew what she was doing. She’d had enough experience to know how hard to grip a bad-guy’s throat. She knew that James was running out of breath. She felt his body fighting for his life. His pathetic and futile attempt to overpower her. She wanted him to feel fragile. Helpless. Insignificant. Weak. She wanted him to look down and feel completely emasculated by her strength. No flying, no heat vision, nothing. Just her physical strength. Incapacitating him with just a single feminine hand that was lifting him up off the ground and into the air. She wanted him to experience the feeling that she had the power of life or death over him.
James struggled hard for just a few seconds more before his thrashing subsided. He was becoming weak. In the end all he could manage was a last final kick into her stomach.
She released her hand and let him fall to the floor. Emily took a step back to give him some room.
He sucked in the air like someone that was close to drowning. On all fours he took at least half a minute before he looked up at her.
“You…” he said panting, “…nearly… killed me.”
It took him another half minute or so, but it was time for James to end this. He looked up at Emily. She had one hand on her hip, the other by her side. He hated the way she was right now. He could justifiably empathise with the other bad guys that had the misfortune of going up against her. It was her attitude that bothered him the most. That smugness. That arrogance. Like every hot girl in school that knew she was hot. She was like that, but worse.
The way she rubbed her power, her sexuality and her age in your face. The way she went about humiliating men just because they were men. James doubted she’d use the same heavy-handed approach against women. No, she loved the power dynamic, and she loved dominating men. A Super Man wouldn’t do this. He wouldn’t be lifting criminals by their throat and constantly telling them how strong he was. No, this was her. It was her ego. The power. The sexuality. She didn’t need to wear such a tight costume with such a short skirt. It was her choice. She knew what she looked like. She knew the effect she had on men, and women. She knew that her tight costume complimented her astounding body. That her skirt made her legs look even longer. That her costume made her tits look out of this world. Forget all that bullshit about it being her ‘normal clothes from Krypton’. She liked the attention. She revelled in the attention.
“I think you’re being a bit of a drama queen” she said giggling.
James looked up at her. She was mocking him. He’d never felt this strange searing hatred towards her before. Of course not. He loved her. He loved her more than anything or anyone. Maybe it was the lack of oxygen. Whatever it was, he couldn’t shake it off. He looked down to catch his breath and back up at her.
He detested her right now. She looked down at him. Looked down I him. The Daily Planet last week hailed her as the “Ultimate Feminist”. But that didn’t go anywhere near to explain what she was. He remembered scoffing at the headline, but he couldn’t figure out why. Did he have a problem with her? Was it because she was a woman? Or because she was younger than him? Would he feel the same way about a Superman? He paused. Probably not, he admitted to himself. But a Superman wouldn’t humiliate a man. A Superman would be stoic. An icon. A leader. Supergirl wasn’t like that.
Sure, he’d started the fight, but it was the way that Supergirl conducted herself. The hyper-sexualisation. Humiliating him, the way she spoke to him, demeaned him, the way she used her body. A Superman equivalent wouldn’t be like that. He wouldn’t humiliate a man with his strength and power, or sexually intimidate a woman.
She lacked the maturity he decided. Sure, the old Supergirl wasn’t exactly old, but she was mature. She was like, well, a woman. He couldn’t imagine the old Supergirl conducting herself like Emily was. Emily was still technically a teenager, and even though it’d been over a year since she got her powers, she could still be immature. She was arrogant. Again, in the same way as the hot girl at school was arrogant, but much much worse. As Supergirl she would goad men. She would make damn sure that the guys she beat up knew she was a young woman. And not just any women, but a teenager, and a teenager with a face and body desired the world over. She enjoyed belittling them. Crushing their egos.
James had had enough. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette box. Supergirl looked at him confused. He’d never smoked before?
He lifted the flap and turned the box upside down. A light green glowing rock fell into the palm of his hand.
Emily’s eyes widened. “What is that” she said already knowing answer.
James didn’t say a word as he stood up reaching out towards her. Emily immediately felt a wave of nausea. She clutched her stomach and chest as she felt a weakness in her abdomen and then her legs.
It was working.
James reasoned that she needed to be taught a lesson. Humility. Respect.
“Stop” Emily cried clutching her chest seemingly struggling to breath.
James could see the distress on her face. The shock, and the realisation that what he was holding was the one thing that could hurt her.
Supergirl doubled over and fell to one knee. She looked up at James who refused to relent and held out the green crystal as near to her as seemed safe. She may still be strong, who knew.
Whilst Supergirl dropped to both knees, James pulled out a necklace that he’d designed specifically for the crystal, attached the green stone and put it around his neck.
Supergirl wailed in pain as its power throbbed away reducing her to a snivelling little bitch on the floor.
James stood over her.
She looked up. Her blonde hair was a mess.
“Please” she pleaded with him, “Please no more. Put it away and we’ll forget this ever happened”.
James smiled. Was this all it took to take down the mighty Girl of Steel? He crouched down next to her. “Look at me” he seethed.
Supergirl raised her weakened head. Fuck, she was still gorgeous. He thought about the last time he’d felt her tits or ran his hands up her thigh.
“I’ll do anything” she whispered.
James smiled. “Anything?”
James stood up and walked around her. He thought about his next steps. “She deserves to be taken down a peg or two” he reasoned. He took a few more moments, just to let the crystal weaken her even more and then he reached over her shoulder and grabbed her right tit.
Emily moaned a little. With pain or pleasure he couldn’t tell. He didn’t really care. He fondled the firm tissue and ran the tips of his fingers over her semi-erect nipple.
“Stand up” he commanded.
The Girl of Steel stood up slowly with James still holding her left boob. He adjusted his stance and position so he was pressed up against her, one hand on her breast and his left hand around her waist. The green crystal pressed up against her back, she could also feel James’s massive manhood pressed up against her butt.
“Anything” Supergirl whispered again.
For James, that was consent.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re not going to be able to walk for a week” he seethed into her ear, squeezing her tit as hard as he could.
Supergirl was getting wobbly on her feet so James moved fast. He released her breast and his hand migrated downward over her tight abdominals and round her public bone. He almost quivered with excitement as he felt her through the thin fabric of the skirt. Fearing that she would soon collapse, the he moved his hand out onto her thigh and enjoyed her smooth skin as his hand disappeared under her skirt.
“Go on, do it” Supergirl said breathlessly.
He didn’t need her permission. He gently let his fingers inside of her, and as he did so he felt Emily’s hips gyrate a little.
Was she enjoying this?
That fucking whore.
He pulled his hand out and pushed her away. The teenage girl was no longer able to support her weight and fell to the floor.
James smiled as he walked around in front of her.
“Get to your fucking knees you filthy little c*nt”
Supergirl wailed in pain as she summoned the energy to get onto all fours and then on to her knees.
James unbuckled his belt and open his fly. Emily knew what to expect. It was the serum from her breast that had given him such an impressive member in order to satisfy her. He let it spring out of his pants and he stood there. Arrogantly.
“Suck it you dirty bitch”.
Emily looked up at him. She was hesitant.
“Don’t make me come down there” he warned.
“Yes…” Emily said softly, and then completely without warning, “… Master”.
Emily summoned the energy to get onto her knees. She looked up at him. He still couldn’t believe how stunning she was. She was so achingly perfect.
Emily opened her mouth a little and ran her tongue lightly around her lips.
“May I?” she whispered looking up at him subserviently.
The Girl of Steel took hold of his dick. He shuddered a little knowing what was coming, and he was not disappointed. She placed her lips around the head of cock and sucked it lightly. Kind of like one would with a strawberry. Repeating the same move a few times, Emily then took more of James enormous dick into her mouth sucking and using her tongue expertly.
After a few seconds he opened his eyes and looked down at her rhythmically attending to him. He’d never been sucked off by any other girl apart from Emily, but he doubted it could be any better than this.
He grabbed the hair at the back of her head to regain some control over her, and smiled as he watched Supergirl, with her hair in his hand, sucking his big cock.
It didn’t take long of course, and before the inevitable Emily took hold of his shaft, licking his glans clean of pre-cum.
“Where would you like it, Master?”
James smiled again. He could get used to this.
He thought about it for a couple of seconds as she gripped his shaft tightly.
“On your face” he said with a sneer. “I want to cover your face”.
“Yes, sir” Supergirl whispered before releasing her grip a little and taking him inside her again.
Just a few seconds later Supergirl pulled her mouth away from him and felt the warm smattering of warm cum all over her face as he ejaculated an enormous amount of semen over her beautiful face and hair.
Instinctively she began to wipe it away but she jumped as James’ voice erupted.
The room was silent apart from the feint whistling of the wind.
“Look at me!” he commanded.
Supergirl opened her eyes. A little semen dripped from her eye lid but she obeyed.
“Look at me” he screamed pointing as his dick which was still rock hard. “You didn’t PERFORM” he screeched at her.
Supergirl bowed her head, clutching her bosom in pain from the green crystal.
“Get down on your filthy knees” James boomed, “On all fours”.
Emily slowly bent over and placed her elbows on the floor, her butt into the air.
“Yes master” she whispered, almost too softly for him to hear.
James got down on the floor and lifted her tiny little skirt. He pulled and positioned her butt up into the air. It was extraordinary, of course. Underneath the little red skirt was a tight, tanned butt. Blemish-free. Beautiful.
Without warning her, he slapped her right cheek. She winced. The crystal must be working. He hit her harder. And harder again.
“More” she said breathlessly encouraging James to spank her even harder.
The thwack of his hand on her butt cheeks filled the room until James could no longer resist.
He took hold of his cock, and without a cursory warning, he entered inside her. Supergirl groaned as his thick shaft penetrated her and she felt him take hold of her hips and he fucked her like a dog.
Each thrust produced a groan as his engorged dick pounded her from behind. Her hair, her cape, all completely dishevelled as semen dripped off her face, unable to wipe herself clean as he fucked her with such ferocity from behind.
After only a couple of minutes, cried out in pain.
“No more!” she screamed, clenching her fists
James ignored her and instead grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged her head back hard.
“No… Please, stop, please, stop.. Master, please.. MASTER”
James thrust his outsized cocked deep inside her and felt her entire body begin to spasm.
“HARDER” she screamed
James duly obliged, pushing has hard as he could whilst pulling her pelvis back towards him.
Emily climaxed. An unadulterated, unfiltered climax which shook the house.
For what it was worth, James also groaned as he shot his load for the second time. Red in the face, panting from his exertion he leaned on her to stand up. She buried her face into her arms as he pulled up his pants and buckled his belt.
He looked down at Supergirl, the Girl of Steel. On all fours. Her butt exposed in the air, his seed over her face. The most powerful girl on the planet humiliated. Dehumanised.
“Are you done?” Emily said in a normal voice.
She lifted her head up out from her hands.
“Is this a joke?!” she said touching her face. “This is a ridiculous amount of cum!”
James laughed. She was a mess.
He helped the Girl of Steel to her feet and grabbed a towel from the side.
Emily wiped her face and looked at the green stone around James’s neck.
“That’s pretty good” she said pointing to the stone. “Where’d you get it?”
“From a kids store. Its just some mineral. Or rock or something. Looks pretty good huh?”
Emily threw the towel on the floor and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“That was incredible” she said smiling.
“Yeah?” he said unsure.
“Hell yeah!” she giggled. “Being your under your control, doing whatever you told me to, damn right”.
“Actually, what the fuck!” James said feeling the bruising around his neck. “You went too far Emily. You nearly killed me”.
“I had to” she said rubbing the side of his neck. “I needed to felt that power over you, and I wanted you to hate me, to want to hurt me, to fuck me real hard.”