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Jewels in Her Crown
by Torrent
They say Supergirl isback to normal, back to fighting crime, upholding justice ? all that shit.That's what they say.
I say, don't believeeverything you read in the funny papers.
Wanna know where shewas for those two months that TV and the press called a "sabbatical"? Shewas getting the shit kicked out of her at .... well, I ain't allowed to saywhere. Just believe me, she was beaten, raped, humiliated.
And forced to give blowjobs ? slow,wonderful blowjobs.
I know. I was on thereceiving end of some of 'em. And I was on the giving end of a few of the beatings.
Lemme tell you, it tooksome sophisticated technology to bring her down and disable her. But all ittook were dicks and fists to break her. Dicks and fists ? and a kryptoniteimplant in her cerebral cortex.
Let me tell you howwe went about it.
* * *
The boss ? we call himDomo ? he broke us down into three teams. Two spotters atop a hill about amile from where she does a lot of her recreational flying. Two more guys ona smaller hill closer to the valley she usually flies over. They had a modifiedRussian SA-7. Then me and Cesar, we was in a little clump of trees downin the valley. We was, you might say, the catchers.
It's just past nineo'clock at night. There's a three-quarter moon and no clouds. The spotterscall in. "She's comin'." That's all.
Me and Cesar look overtoward the hills, and sure enough, there's a shadow moving in the sky, comingour way. You can't tell at that point what it is, but it don't have no lightsand it ain't making no noise.
What does makea noise is the goddam SA-7. A big whoosh. She hears it, too, whenshe's almost directly overhead. We see her stop in midair. I'm assuming sheturns to see what's coming toward her. It's too dark to tell for sure. Anyway,there's a flash and half a second later a loud boom, and she comes tumblingdown, like a shot duck.
She lands with a thudnot 50 yards from us. Me and Cesar run like hell toward her, but we reallydidn't need to hurry. When we get to her, she's lying on her side, and she'snot moving. Her panties was blown off by the explosion, so her cunt's exposed.
"Here's our bigchance for a Super fuck," says Cesar.
"Not til we getthe bag over her head," says I. I pull out a plastic bag with a hose thatruns from a gas canister on my back. I slip the bag over her head, and hitthe red button on my belt. The bag inflates.
Just in time.
She's starting to cometo. Her baby-blues open just as she inhales the krypton gas. Bingo, her eyesroll back and she goes as limp as Grandpa's dick.
I stand up and kickher onto her back. " Now you can fuck her," I tell Cesar.And he does, right there on the ground, humping her poor, scorched pussy whileshe's a million miles away in dreamland. Not my idea of a real fuck. I likeit when they're wide awake and begging for mercy ? or begging for more dick.
* * *
Cesar, Gus and Rudolfotook turns with the bitch in the van. We took off the plastic bag. Domo hadwarned that more than 15 minutes of inhaling krypton could kill her.
After a while she startedto revive. That's when I got interested. Gus was squeezing her tits when hereyes popped open and she started squirming. She tried to push him away, butshe 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, giveher a rest," I said. I knew it wouldn't take long for her to be consciousenough to appreciate what I was going to do to her.
I was right. After afew minutes, she moaned, opened her eyes again and tried to sit up. I grabbeda handful of her thick blonde hair and jerked her up onto her knees. Her facewas just a couple of inches from my crotch. I pulled down my zipper and pulledout St. Nick.
"Suck it bitch," Isaid. She looked up at me with an expression that wasn't very cooperative.I smashed a knee into her face.
"Suck it," Isaid again.
She wiggled around andreached up to loosen my grip on her hair. A swift kick to her crotch endedthat. I let her fall backward. She doubled up in pain.
"You got a lotto learn, bitch," I said.
"Fuckin' A," addedCesar. He gave her a kick to the kidneys for emphasis.
* * *
Domo was pissed thatshe'd been fucked before he could begin his experiments.
"Who violated her?" heasked 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," saidDomo. "Which of you fucked her?"
Gus and Cesar raisedtheir hands. Then they shot angry looks at Rudolfo, and he raised his hand,too.
That left me, Stickand Bobbo. "I was driving, and Bobbo was up front next to me," saidStick.
Domo looked at me. "Andyou, Turgul? Where were you?"
"I was in backwith the bitch, but I didn't fuck her," I said.
Domo glanced at Gus.
"He's telling thetruth, boss," said Gus. I could tell he wanted to add that I had triedto get a blowjob, but he kept quiet. I had too much on Gus for him to squealon me.
"Gus, Cesar, Rudolfo,I'm docking each of you one week's pay," said Domo. "And if you touchher again while she's a guest here, you'll be terminated."
He turned to me. "Turgul,come with me. Stick and Bobbo, I'll need your help, too. The rest of you willpatrol the perimeter. Take the dogs. I want to be absolutely sure we have novisitors."
I kinda felt sorry forthem. It was getting cold outside, and patrol was about the most boring jobin the world.
* * *
There was nothing boringabout what Domo wanted me to do. We went into a big room with grey concretewalls and all kinds of chains and ropes hanging from the ceiling.
Supergirl was hangingthere, too. Her wrists were shackled over her head, her legs were spread, andher ankles were chained to rings on the floor. She was completely helpless,and she knew it. Her head hung down.
Domo slipped a handunder her chin and raised her face. She had been crying. Damn, she was beautiful.
"I thought shewould show more spirit," he said. "Frankly, I'm disappointed. Bynow, the effects of the gas should have mostly worn off. She should be in finefettle."
I don't know what thefuck a fettle was, but she looked terrific, hanging there just waiting to befucked.
"Perhaps she needsto be provoked," Domo said. He stepped aside. "Turgul, punch herin the stomach."
I hesitated a second.Something about it didn't seem right. But then I didn't want to piss off theboss, so I slammed my right fist into her as hard as I could. Her breath camewhooshing out.
"Again," saidDomo.
I hit her again, thistime 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 aleft, into her side.
"That's enough," saidDomo.
She hung from the chainslike dead meat.
Domo pressed two fingersagainst her throat.
"Heart's stillpumping," 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 gut."
He stroked his chin.I didn't like the way he was talking. It was like he was expecting the bitchto become superhuman again ? with me as the closest target if she started swinging.
Domo walked over toa cabinet and pulled out a big steel dildo. It was way too big for any woman,and it had a lot of nasty studs.
"What's that, ahippo fucker?" Stick said, with a laugh.
"No, it's a Supergirlfucker," 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 bitchis heavy," he said.
"Yes, thick andheavy, and those studs have sharp edges," said Domo. "Your job isto stick it as far as it will go up our lovely young lady's twat. But firstwe want to make sure she knows what's coming." He grabbed her hair andjerked her head up. She opened her eyes halfway, but it looked like no onewas home.
"Show it to her," hesaid.
Stick waved the businessend of the dildo in front of her. It didn't seem to register.
Domo grabbed her jawand squeezed until her mouth popped open. "Give her a taste of it," hesnapped.
Stick pushed the dildointo her mouth and worked it around. Her eyes were fully open now, and youcould tell she was scared. She tried to bend her head back to escape the roughmetal, but Stick just pushed it in harder.
She started to gag.
"Okay," saidDomo. "Take it out." He put his face close to hers. "What youjust felt, what you just tasted, is going into your vagina, all the way intoyour uterus. It will tear you apart."
"No," shesaid. It was the first thing she had said since we shot her out of the sky. "Please,no."
Domo stepped back andnodded to Stick.
Stick knelt and positionedthe dildo between her legs. Suddenly, her body began to convulse. Her hipsgyrated. She was trying to escape her fate.
"Turgul, get behindher and hold her," Domo barked.
I put my arms aroundher and squeezed real tight. She was finally putting up a fight, and I likedthat. I felt myself getting hard.
Then she screamed. Stickwas doing his job.
I'm still not sure exactlywhat happened next. I heard chains break. I heard another scream, but it wasn'ther; it was Stick. I felt her body pushing me backward. Then I lost my balanceand landed on my ass.
She was still hangingby her wrists, but her legs were now free. She must have used them to crushpoor Stick's head. He was lying on his side. Blood was gushing from his noseand his mouth, even his eyes. The dildo was lying a few feet away.
"At last, the realSupergirl has arrived," Domo cried. He seemed happy in some crazy way.
Yeah, she had arrived,all right. Now she swung herself upside down and used the chains on her wriststo propel herself upward. She planted her feet on the ceiling and began pulling,trying to break the chains, or loosen the big steel ring embedded in the ceiling.
Bobbo yelled, "She'sgonna get loose." I was yelling, too.
But Domo, he seemedvery relaxed. There was a big smile on his face.
"Come to papa," hesaid, drawing a long-barreled pistol from inside his coat. He aimed and fired.
It wasn't as loud asa regular gun. Whatever it was, it worked. Supergirl gave a little yelp, thencame tumbling down. The chains jerked her to a stop before she hit the floor.
A dart protruded fromher left tit.
"Tranquilizer?" Bobboasked.
"You might callit that. Ground Kryptonite in a suspension."
"You knew she wasgoing to finally wake up and try to escape?" I said.
"Yes, of course," saidDomo.
"And Stick, didyou know he was going to get his fuckin' skull crushed?"
Domo's expression turnedcold. "I knew there would be risks, of course. I didn't expect anyoneto get seriously hurt. It's too bad about Stick."
"Shit, it couldabeen me," I said angrily. "She coulda broke free when I was beatingthe fuck out of her."
"But she didn't,did she?" said Domo. "You're alive. Stick's dead. Shit happens. Besides,both of you have been very amply compensated."
He was right about that,the pay was damn good. But I still felt pissed off. Thing is, Domo's too dangerousto be pissed off at. You gotta just swallow it and go on.
"And, Turgul," Domosaid, "consider this: You're going to participate in an amazing experiment.I'm going to turn Supergirl here into a ravenous slut, and you're going tobe the one who satisfies her lust."
Or die trying, I thoughtto myself.
* * *
Domo's girlfriend wasthe one who did the actual operation. Her name's Gretchen, and she's a microbiologistwho does surgery as a hobby. Gus told me she just likes to cut things up ? animals,men, especially beautiful women.
But this didn't involvecutting ? just piercing.
They strapped Supergirlto the operating table. She also had a kryptonite butt plug, so she wasn'tgoing anywhere, straps or no straps.
Gretchen pulled on apair of latex gloves, while her assistant rubbed alcohol on Supergirl's forehead. "Sothis is the famous Kara Zor-El. Not bad looking," Gretchen said.
Domo gave a derisivesnort. "Not bad looking? As lovely as you are, my darling Gretchen, youhave never looked and never will look so good."
"You make me wantto disfigure her," Gretchen replied. She was really pissed, but she saidit very quietly.
"And if you did," saidDomo, "just imagine what I would do to you."
Supergirl's head washeld by what looked like a big metal vise. It must have been some kind of x-raymachine, too, because it made a humming noise and Gretchen kept looking upat a TV screen. The picture was just a lot of wavy gray stuff.
Gretchen caught me lookingat the screen. "I'll bet you didn't know blonde bimbos had brains," shesaid. "Well, here's proof they do. And now we're going to have some fun."
She took the cap offa long plastic cylinder and removed a filament so thin I wouldn't have beenable to see it, except that it caught the overhead light and glowed. It waslike magic.
She touched one endof the wire to Supergirl's forehead, just an inch or so above where her eyebrowsmet. Then she twirled it between her finger and thumb, and the damn thing wentright into Supergirl's head ? right through skin and bone.
"It's in," saidDomo. He was watching the screen. Sure enough, a fine white line had now enteredthe gray stuff.
I looked back down atSupergirl. She still lay there all peaceful. Then, suddenly, her body stiffenedand began to tremble. She made a gurgling sound like someone drowning.
"Oh, what a shame," Gretchensaid. "I seem to have hit a pain center."
"Cut the crap," Domosnapped. "Do what I told you to do."
Gretchen sighed heavily,like someone much put upon, and removed the filament. "Okay," shesaid, "let's try here."
She again pressed theend of the wire against Supergirl's forehead, and again it entered easily,this time slightly to left of the original point.
Domo, watching the screen,said, "Careful, now. You're in very dangerous territory."
"I'm the doctor," Gretchenshot back. "I know what the hell I'm doing."
Supergirl didn't seemto be breathing. Then a monitor attached to a blood pressure cuff on her rightarm started beeping. "You're going to lose her," Domo cried.
"Shut up, I knowwhat I'm doing," Gretchen said.
And I guess she did,because the beeper quit beeping and Supergirl started breathing again. In fact,she began breathing real fast, like someone excited. Then she moaned.
Everyone in the roomknew what kind of moan it was. And, sure enough, her pelvis started movingup and down. I moved so I could see her pussy. It was glistening.
"She's ready togo," I said. I wasn't supposed to talk in the operating room, but nobodynoticed. Domo had a big smile on his face and was rubbing his hands together.Gretchen was smiling, too, but it was a tight little smile. I guess she wasn'tentirely happy.
?We've done it,? Domosaid cheerfully. ?We've done it.?
?Not yet,? said Gretchen. ?We'vefound the spot, but I've still got to insert the crystals. And we don't knowfor sure that they'll work.?
?Of course, they'llwork,? said Domo. ?They worked on those three test sluts. They'll work on her.?
Gretchen didn't answer.She had attached a thin, flexible tube to the filament. The other end of thetube was attached to a little electric pump on the instrument tray.
I looked up at the screen.Tiny points of light began appearing in a section of Supergirl's brain. Itwas like those little white lights you see in high-class neighborhoods at Christmas.
Gretchen breathed abig sign of relief and removed the wire. ?Now, it's done,? she said. Domo puncheda button on a CD player, and suddenly the operating room was filled with thesound of the Beatles singing ?Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.?
It was a fucking beautifulmoment. And Supergirl, she just lay there, not knowing what the shit was goingon, except that she was itching for a fuck.
* * *
I was the lucky guineapig.
?I promise you you'llbe safe,? Domo said. ?When she is sexually aroused, all of her energy is focusedon that. Her superpowers are useless.?
?Yeah,? I said. ?Butafter what happened to Stick, I guess you can understand I might be a littleworried.?
?What happened to Stickwas unfortunate, but we all knew there was an element of risk in that phaseof our experiment. This is different. The crystals are activated by radio waves.When I turn on the transmitter, she will have only one goal: to satisfy hersexual urge. She will not want to hurt you. Far from it. You will become thekey to what she wants.?
?Yeah,? I said, ?butwhat if she accidentally . . . .?
?There will be no accident.Her enormous strength will not be available to her. You can make mad, passionatelove to her. You can bend her and hurt her. She will not resist. It's whatshe will want.?
I finally said okay.If you gotta die, I told myself, getting fucked to death by a beautiful blondeis as good a way to go as any.
The laboratory for thisexperiment was Domo's personal bedroom. It was like something out of Hefner'sPlayboy Mansion ? a huge bed with satin sheets, overhead mirrors, soft music,soft lighting, nice smells.
And Supergirl.
She was sitting on athick rug between the bed and a fireplace. All she wore was the top of herSupergirl costume, now all shredded, so it barely covered anything, certainlynot her tits. That was a nice touch. I like girls in torn clothes.
As for me, I was wearingjust a silk robe. Even though I was nervous, St. Nick was already poking outof it.
Supergirl noticed rightaway.
She licked her lips.
?You ready to rock androll?? she said.
She got up on her knees.Her eyes were still focused on my St. Nick.
?I'm ready,? I said.
?So I can see,? she said in a sort of hoarse whisper. ?Bring it here.?
I stepped forward untilmy dick was inches from her mouth, just like in the van. Only this time, shewanted it ? she wanted it bad. She took the head into her mouth, real softlike, and worked her tongue around it. I shivered. It was so fucking great.
She pulled her faceaway and looked up at me. Her blonde hair had fallen over her eyes. God, shewas gorgeous.
?Lie here next to me,? shesaid. ?Lie here and let me suck you off.?
So I laid down on myback, and she straddled my chest and began sucking my dick. And I began lickingher cunt. I'm not usually into cunt-licking, but hers tasted great.
When I was about tocome, I grabbed her and forced her face down on the rug and jammed my dickinto her pussy from behind. I did it real rough, but she seemed to like it.
?Yes,? she cried. ?Fuckme. Fuck me. Force me. Hurt me.?
I grabbed her neck andsqueezed as tight as I could. I'm a big, strong guy, and I had totally lostcontrol. I wanted to fuck her and kill her at the same time.
Then I came and collapsedon top of her. I was sure I had snuffed her.
I was wrong.
After a minute or so,I heard mumbling beneath me. I rolled to one side and looked into her face.Her eyes were half closed, and there was a smile on her face.
She started speaking,but I couldn't hear her. I put my ear next to her mouth.
?That's was wonderful,? shewhispered. ?That was so fucking wonderful.?
* * *
We did it a bunch moretimes over the next few days. Once they put a leopard skin bikini on her, andshe growled as she crawled toward me, like she was a jungle cat. I thoughtshe was going to bite off St. Nick, but instead she gave me another blowjob ? evenbetter than the first one.
Another time, she wastied up with nylon ropes. I laid her on her belly on the bed and beat her witha leather whip. I mean, really beat the hell out of her. She loved it.
The next day we hada threesome, with Bobbo joining in. We stood her up between us, me in her pussy,Bobbo fucking her ass. Afterward, Bobbo wanted to try some really rough stuff.He said we owed it to Stick. He asked me to hold her from behind while he belly-punchedher. I was kinda reluctant, but I let him have a few blows. That got me excited,and soon we both were punching her, and when she fell to the floor we kickedand stomped her.
There was no permanentdamage, and she didn't complain afterwards. But I felt kinda guilty. I justdon't know what it is with me and sex and violence.
* * *
Domo didn't mind. Heknew we couldn't really hurt her. And besides, he had video cameras whirringall through these sessions, and the tapes would be worth millions.
But he wanted more thanto turn Supergirl into Superslut. He wanted her to know she was aslut. For that, he needed an expert, and I wasn't it. I was just a big, dumbfucking machine.
He turned her over toGretchen and a couple of her pals. I couldn't tell if they were boys or girls,but whatever they were, they were weird, scary-looking motherfuckers.
I didn't see Supergirlfor a couple of weeks. Then we had sort of a goodbye party and demonstration.It was in a ballroom on the first floor of Domo's place. There was alow platform where a band could play. Only there was no musicians. Just Supergirl,with her hands cuffed behind her, and a couple of weirdoes from Gretchen'sgang on either side of her. There was a few dozen of us in the audience,people like me who worked for Domo and people who did business with him. Irecognized one of them from Entertainment Tonight.
Gretchen got up on thestage. She was holding a wireless mic.
?We're here tonightto say goodbye to a superheroine who has given us some super good times thelast two months. I've certainly enjoyed her visit. And so have my dear friends,Melville and Crustacean.? At that, the freaks on either side of Supergirl bowedslightly.
?Melville, let's showthose who haven't seen Supergirl in action what they've been missing.?
One of the freaks steppedaway from Supergirl, then suddenly whirled and slammed a steel-toed boot intoher belly.
Supergirl groaned andfell to her knees. Gretchen knelt beside her. ?Did you like that?? She heldthe mic next to Supergirl's lips.
?Yes,? Supergirl gasped.Her voice was barely audible.
?Speak up. What didyou say?? said Gretchen. She grabbed Supergirl's hair and jerked her head up,so she faced the audience.
?Yes, I liked it. Ilike to be roughed up, if it pleases you.?
?Very good,? said Gretchen. ?Andwhat do we call girls who like to be hurt and are so eager to please??
?Sicko sluts,? saidSupergirl. It was like she had been coached.
It went on like thatfor most of the evening, Gretchen and Domo and even some of their Hollywoodfriends taking turns humiliating her. They took off her cuffs. They didn'tseem to be needed. I mean, once, she showed a flash of anger, but Gretchenjust reached in her pocket and hit the transmitter, and Supergirl instantlybegan stroking herself and pleading, ?Fuck me, fuck me.?
* * *
They let her go fortwo reasons. One was that Superman and the cops were turning the city upsidedown looking for her, and eventually they would have found her. That would'vemeant the end of Domo and his empire, and I would have been on the unemploymentline.
Second, they reallydidn't need to keep her. They had enough sex videos some of the best starringyours truly ? so money wasn't a factor. What's more, the poor bitch still hadthose crystals in her head, so they could turn her back into a helpless slutanytime she was within range of a transmitter. And when the crystals were activated,they destroyed all short-term memory. After two months of being fucked andbeaten and humiliated, she remembered nothing. Instant amnesia.
So, like I said, allthis talk about Supergirl being back to normal, that's a load of crap. Withher, the question is, what's normal? The little goodie-goodie flying aroundin a little red skirt, busting criminals like me and the boss? Or that hotlittle whore in Domo's bedroom, who couldn't get enough of St. Nick?
I think I know the answer.And I can't wait til Domo decides to bring her down again. I been spendinga lot of time thinking about poor Stick. I got a score to settle ? and it involvesa big steel dildo.
THE END
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