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She looked like the head cheerleader at my old alma mater...tall, gorgeous and a little better developed than everyone else. But like the head cheerleader at my alma mater, she met a bad end. Supergirl looked like Betty Ambromowicz at the senior homecoming kegger after the captain of the football team had his way in the garage against her will. The image took me back and reminded me how injustice is more likely to prevail in this world over the weak and innocent. There was nothing "super" about this woman forced to straddle a twisted-looking exercise machine. Supergirl, with her little red skirt flopped over her upturned ass and a clear case of a kryptonite colonic was experiencing just how evil my side could be.
This is the payback for fucking with my kind. It was a true portrayal of how ugly and vile the bad guys could be when cornered and how beauty and virtue will always be a target for corruption and desecration. So faced with the prospect of having my way with Supergirl, indulging my self on her tender, mortal, yet perfect flesh...and fighting for the survival of this gorgeous blonde I barely knew... well, I had no choice...
"Mr. Anaxandros..." Granny the Grizzled Cunt warbled from her place on high above the Fuck-Zone. "We're waiting...."
"You and every other fucking degenereate." I replied. "I mean, what exactly am I to do here? I fucked Catwoman and look at what happened to her... you think I'm going to do that again?!"
The dark shape behind the line of villains did not move, but I could see his eyes glow with what could only be described as rage. I was too pissed off to care. "And you...the big fucking mystery standing back there like you're too good to be a fucking voyeur....I'm not fucking Supergirl if only because I see you standing there like you have nothing better to do than jerk off."
The eyes burned brighter. The company of freaks at the window moved to one side quickly, as if expecting something to happen...which, of course, it did.
"Mr. Anaxandros," a new, deep dark and sinister voice intoned, "You would be wise to heed my words. I am Darkseid, Lord of Apokalypse and I not only control your fate but the fate of those closest to you."
I watched this stone giant step forward toward the glass, like the head of the Sphinx, with a Rock Monster body in blue steel trunks. It was absurd to watch this creature act human, grinding its granite muscles together as it walked and posed before me...I could only think it needed to impress me with its "alien-ness" and, quite frankly, I was far too tired and pissed to care if it was about to vaporize me or shove its basalt cock in my asshole.
"Listen, chuckles," I said, stepping forward and around Supergirl's body. I ran a hand over the soft blue fabric of her leotard, partly like a buyer inspecting the goods, but partly to reassure her...of something, hope maybe...I don't know. "In any other day, I would love to take this gift and pound it like a Luthorian love doll, but you're putting me at risk here. What if this girl's cousin shows up and sees me banging her? He'd burn my dick off. Sure, you're so awe-inspiring and impressive and all that... and I'm sure you can do lots of mean and nasty things to me, but...hey...those bright eyes of your can't kill me slower than any suicide plan I have."
There was a moment. A moment where the gargoyle stood silently, motionless. I didn't bother waiting for death. I distracted myself with the defiled beauty on her knees beneath me. Supergirl remained splayed on the floor. I admit to watching her tight little ass wiggling. I made out the shaft of a glowing green dildo in her nether regions.
"Your sudden nobility is unfortunate, Anaxandros." The statue growled. "You will regret this as I tear apart your beloved Batgirl."
Ahh, yes...you knew I was getting back to Batgirl. Somehow it had to make sense. He could have vaporized me. I had something on the Lord of Apokalypse...on all these freaks. I wasn't just the random entertainment. They NEEDED me to fuck Supergirl. They presumed my inflated libido would naturally cause me to want to fuck anything in spandex with a warm, wet slit. And they'd be right about that. They certainly did their research.
"Wait....hold it...." I shook my head. I took a step toward Supergirl. Her eyes were nearly dead, though her body remained firm and receptive to use by someone like me. Sbe was in no position to resist. I had total control over her.
"Let's talk Batgirl a minute. If I do this thing...will you let Batgirl go...IVY, will you cure her so she can walk out of here?"
Ivy didn't want to say anything. Darkseid revealed a set of luminous teeth in a parody of a smile that drew back my attention as he said, "I will make it so....NOW, give her your seed, Anaxandros."
I stepped forward, unzipping my trousers. I didn't know what I was doing. I felt self-conscious and wrong displaying myself this way. I took up a position behind Supergirl and fell to my knees. I leanded in around her, placing a hand around her waist from the "doggy style" position and leaned in to nuzzle her neck. I did not penetrate her just yet. There was still hope.
"Can you hear me?" I whispered in her ear as I kissed her neck and nuzzled her. I pinched her thigh between my fingers, realizing how the Kryptonite had reduced her resistance to pain. She actually responded to a simple tweak, as if I had startled her awake.
"Supergirl...I want to help. If I remove this...thing....can you destroy it?"
She moaned..."oh......no.....god....no."
I put my arm around her and used the other to massage her tight little ass. My finger circled the lipstick-sized shaft of kryptonite embedded in her ass. I said again, "Supergirl...I'm pretty much fucked here without you...and so are you if I can't figure out a way to save us. I don't know you very well, but I think if you knew the situation, you'd help me get us both out of here....
"Please......no....don't....don't fuck me....."
The voice was like a fit in the middle of a dream, and it didn't help me at all. I began tugging on the dildo, to dislodge it from her bottom. I could feel it vibrating my my hands. The tug of war was difficult. She seemed to clamp down on it as I pulled. I tugged harder, but it seemed to be pulled back into her for every millimeter I could free it. I heard her panting and gasping. Realizing I was sodomizing her with a kryptonite dildo, I tried a more direct approach and yanked as hard as I could. I realized why it was such a struggle. She bellowed in pain as the shaft ballooned into a bulb three times the diameter of the end I held in my hand. Her ass expanded to afford it passage through, but it must have been horrible; a baseball-sized center stretched her wide. As we passed the widest point, Supergirl forcibly ejected it herself, bearing down as if giving birth, she cried out as it POPPED from her ass.
I leaned forward, around her looking into the face of humiliation and despair. She didn't look at me. She fixed her ice-blue eyes on the floor and tears leapt off her cheek. I knew what Betty felt that night she crawled across the house, drunk, exposed and ashamed as people she thought respected and adored her mocked and belittled her. Back then I would have said it was balance.
Today, I say it was just plain wrong.