Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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"We want to all thank you for your time and for your exhilarating speech Ms. Lightning Bolt. We cannot express enough what this means to the students of Arron Burr University."
The assembled college students applauded and gave the caped superheroine a standing ovation. The pneumatic blonde smiled wanly. She tried to not let reactions at events like this go to her head. They went some ways to ameliorate the sense of loss from the destruction of her homeworld, but, of course, could never quite fill it. In many ways, she would always be a stranger upon the planet earth. For the next two hours, however, the statuesque blonde signed autographs and engaged in chit chat. She paid particular attention to the young college girls for whom her speech "Striking Against the Patriarchy" had special importance. As always, however, there were males present who simply could not focus on her face. The lightning bolt widow in the front of her costume drew their eyes instead. It was so hard for her to not be contemptuous of every earth male. Her costume was part of her fight against male domination. She was a woman and unabashedly proud of it. "Women can be sexy and strong at the same time!" she thought in frustration.
At last, the final student filed from the room, leaving her alone with Jack Meadows, the president of the organization that had invited her to speak on campus. He had been a perfect and perfectly delightful gentleman, never once did Ms. Lightning Bolt catch him checking out her prodigious rack. "Maybe not all men are hopeless," she allowed herself to think.
"Ms. Lightning Bolt," he said, "There is a small honorarium our organization would like to present you with."
"You know that I can't and won't accept money for appearances such as this, Jack." She replied evenly.
"I am well aware of the Ma'am. This is more in the line of a small loving cup and a scrapbook that some of us have put together for you to take back to your place of residence, wherever that is. Certainly, there is a place for those among your presidential citations and international tributes."
"When you put it that way..."
"It is in an adjoining office. We didn't want to see it damaged or stolen during your one on one with the students."
"That sounds reasonable," agreed the beautiful blonde superheroine as she rose to reveal her height to be nearly that of six-foot-one-inch Jack.
"If you will follow me, Ma'am."
The two walked a short distance in the now deserted lecture hall. Ms. Lightning Bolt thought nothing of it when Jack closed the door behind them. There, on a table was an attractive loving cup-type trophy and a large scrapbook adorned with her picture. Naturally curious, the blonde goddess strode to the desk and opened the scrapbook. To her surprise and utter shock, every page was blank!
"Jack," she began as she turned to face the tall college senior.
Any other words she was about to utter were cut short by the sight of Jack pointing some sort of gun at her.
"This is a joke, right?"
"See for yourself!" returned a grinning Jack as he pressed the trigger of the device. A lavender and pink ray emanated from the gun and encircled Ms. Lightning Bolt. Try as she might the superheroine could not step out of the encircling ray. It seemed as though her feet were welded to the floor, then Ms. Lightning Bolt felt the sensation of falling from a great height as in one of her breathtaking dives off a skyscraper. The next thing the blonde wonder knew was that Jack was looming over her, a giant in every sense. The now tiny superheroine made a dash away from the approaching giant, but the handsome youth was prepared. He tossed a very heavy steel mesh net over the fleeing diminutive woman, ending her escape attempt before it had even begun.
Jack looked from the tiny trapped woman to the device in his hand, "What do you know! It worked, just like he said it would!"
