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“So, Pinky, this is your family home?” “Sure is, Wally. Hasn’t changed a bit.” Jinx and Kid Flash stood outside a two-story suburban house. Wally took a quick glance at his watch. “6:58. Toldja we’d make it early!” “Yes, but just because you’re the fastest boy alive, that doesn’t mean you candrive like it!” “Hey, it was my first time, gimme some credit!” “OK, you did good then. Now, let’s do this!” They both walked up to the front door. Jinx froze her finger as it was just an inch away from the doorbell. “You called them, right?” asked Wally. “Told them everything?” “Yes, about HIVE, and the Titans, and us.” “Oh, good, so we don’t have to worry about them calling the cops.” “That’s not why I’m nervous! I haven’t seen my family in years, and last time…” Wally quickly rang the doorbell, quipped “Oops, forgot something” and bolted away. “Hey, you get back here!” Jinx heard the door unlock, and slowly turned to see grey-skinned Korean-American woman with white hair and silver eyes
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I recently learned that DC's new YA comic, I Am Not Starfire, slut-shames Starfire and shames her clothes.
So, I'm collecting parts of the fics I've done featuring Supergirl. She's not only proud of her revealing attire, but she has a happily active sex life with other young heroes and heroines around the world. Yet she's still a brave superheroine and a loving friend.
My point is that it doesn't matter if a heroine dresses like a slut, or is a slut. What matters is how heroic they are.
Part 1 - From Chapter 5 of my fic New Tamaran Part 2 - From Chapter 6 of the same fic Part 3 - my short story Unlikely Alike

Supergirl Captured by the Mob 02  
Supergirl Captured by the Mob part 2
Note: All characters and names are property of DC Comics. This story is simply
meant as entertainment and should be read only by consenting adults of 18 years
or older. Violence and rape are never an answer to any situation.
Supergirl slowly gains consciousness in a warm pool of light. Her Linda Danvers
burgundy outfit, disguise wig and contact lenses have been completely stripped
off. Now she is only wearing her familiar red and blue costume. The red and
yellow insignia on the front of her blue blouse and the crotch of her red
panties are heavily encrusted with the dried residue of kryptonite gel. It has
formed into a shell of glowing green crystals that shine brightly in the dusty
beam of a floodlight pouring through the barred window in the wall of this large
cell. Jagged green shards of the toxic paste obscure the famous red and yellow
'S' insignia on Supergirl's chest. They poke into the soft tissue of her breasts
and scrape against the inside of the limp blonde's thighs as she starts to stir.
The teen's expression is dark and drawn. Feeling drained, nauseous and very
confused, the exhausted blonde sluggishly awakes to find herself laying face
down on a cold stone floor.
"...ohhhh...." she moans aloud as she shakes her head, trying to free herself
from the stupor of a drugged sleep. It only makes her feel more sick.
"..ughnn....where am ...I...?" She moves to stand up but finds she can't. She
looks up to see that her arms are spread out over her head and bolted to steel
plates in the floor by thick steel manacles around her wrists. Turning her head,
she glumly registers that her legs are spread wide apart and her ankles are also
shackled to identical steel plates embedded in the stone floor.
"Oh...what is this...I...can't believe...' she scowls.
'...Rao...i...i'm...chained to the...damn....floor...."
The groggy girl then notices that a thin, clear hose extends from a hole in the
wall and runs along the floor to her feet. Following it with her eyes she
realizes with surprise that the hose runs up the back of her bare legs and
disappears under her short red skirt. Only then does the perplexed blonde feel
the probe that has been inserted into her vagina.
"..what's this....what the...hell...going on here?" Supergirl murmurs in numb
confusion. The kryptonite crystals have scrambled her thoughts and she isn't
thinking very clearly. She senses danger though and gives a hard yank on her
wrist bolts, expecting to snap them apart. They don't! The dazed blonde dazedly
realizes her super strength is gone. These thick clusters of large glowing green
crystals clinging to her blouse and panties are kryptonite! They've drained off
her super powers. She can't break the tight shackles surrounding her wrists or
ankles!
Must get free of these miserable crystals!
Just then, the sound of a motor kicks in. There is a second's pause and then the
shackled heroine feels a pulse in her groin. The sensation confuses her
momentarily then fills her with cold fear. She suddenly recalls the entire
attack that brought her to this desperate situation and begins to struggle
against her restraints.
"What is...oh Rao...No," the shackled girl blurts and gives the steel manacles
the hardest yank she possibly can. They don't budge an inch. Unable to escape,
the grimacing Maid of Steel turns her head, looking immediately for some way to
free herself when she sees a bright green light slide out of a hole in the wall
and move toward her through the thin hose. It flows through the transparent tube
and travels slowly along the floor.
Oh Rao! What is that? More liquid kryptonite? I've got to get out of here
somehow! I can't let that vile stuff weaken me anymore The frantic blonde teen
yanks with all her strength on the shackles pinning her to the floor. It does no
good. She is too weak!
Supergirl watches with a grim mix of fear and anger as the glowing green light
pushes steadily up the tube. She tries scraping her pelvis rapidly against the
floor but cannot dislodge the hose stuck up her skirt! The light continues to
approach, now riding over her calves, filling up its clear tunnel, sliding
directly at her.
"Damn it, you bastards," the blonde dynamo yells. "You'll pay for this!" Her vow
makes her feel no better though as she watches with dread while the menacing
glow passes though the hose draped between her legs. Soundlessly it disappears
under the hem of her famous short red skirt.
The very next thing Supergirl feels is the sudden surge of a warm liquid gushing
up into her vagina.
"YOU SICK PERVERTS!" she squeals. "You bastards, where are you? Show yourself!"
There's no answer, only the warm solution that slowly ebbs into her body,
washing into her vagina. Some of it overflows, draining out into the crotch of
her red costume panties and soaking them with what she knows is slimy green
kryptonite. They were actually pumping her vagina with this heinous poison!
"...NOOO!..STOP THIS... STOP THIS...NOW..." Helplessly bolted to the cold stone
floor, the famous heroine pulls and strains in anger.
The speaker in the ceiling suddenly squawks to life. "Is there a problem,
Supergirl?"
"YOU PSYCHOPATHIC PIGS! YOU COWARDLY CRETINS!" She screams furiously as she
yanks with all her might on the arm and leg manacles pinning her to the cold
stone floor. They hold her tightly without the hint of a shake. The powerful
teenager's body is shaking all over with her desperate effort to free herself.
Her large, wide breasts shake and jiggle within her famous blue blouse. Every
desperate yank on her restraints sends shimmying waves through her soft flesh.
Her chiseled calf muscles quiver like those of a nervous racehorse. And her
soft, round ass wobbles and shakes beneath her thin, silky costume skirt as she
jerks and struggles in vain to escape the warm solution pumping into her loins.
"...STOP THIS...NOW...Y...YOU.. BARBARIANS...STOP THIS BEFORE I..I...
...UUUGHN!!....Before
I....ghet....oohhhh....uhhh....'fore....i...uhhh...i..umm...eehhhr..."
The captive blonde's entire body shudders with a sudden wave a nausea that
sweeps through her.
".....oohhh...ummm...what was i...uhhh...before...UNGGH....huh..i..i...mean
...b'fore...i...ghet...you...and... ...uh...uh.....uuunnnggh!" Her eyelids
flutter and her breath wheezes out of her in a soft grunt as her chin thumps to
the stone floor. The mighty teenage powerhouse feels sick, weak, humiliated and
confused.
"Ohhh, what's the matter, you incompetent cow? Feeling defenseless and
disoriented, Supergirl? Nauseous too, aren't you? You're overwhelmed with a
dizziness that makes you want to puke your guts out any moment, right, my dear?
"....GHHAAAALGKK.." As if to answer, the world famous Maid of Steel opens her
mouth wide in a retching spasm of sickly nausea but manages not to vomit. Yet.
"OH, And let's not forget that horrific weakness you're feeling as well,
Supergirl! There's an all-encompassing tiredness that is sapping your strength,
nullifying your will and scrambling your brain, bitch! Your having trouble
organizing your thoughts, too, aren't you, blondie? Well, your complete
subjugation seems to be right on schedule!"
"....whuh...ya...done....t'me....?...."
"Just can't seem to coolly assess the situation for weak points, can you,
lassie? Can't put that flimsy blonde brain to work to figure out an escape. No,
I'd say that the mighty Maid of Steel is feeling much too weak and helpless to
handle this nasty dilemma of a degrading, poisonous cunt flushing, Isn't that
right, champ?"
The sprawled teen hears the speaker blare loudly overhead but is too disoriented
to reply.
"You really don't have to bother trying to answer me, sweetheart. Do you know
why? Has your puny female brain managed to figure out yet what are we doing to
you, Supergirl?" The sinister voice barks from the steel grill in the ceiling.
"...t...trying to...subdue...me..." she slurs dully in response.
"Correction, you pathetic buffoon. We're succeeding at subduing you. That's
right, my dear. Escape isn't in the cards for the pretty superheroine tonight.
No, tonight we're fucking you over big time, gorgeous! In fact, you may be
interested to know that we've just elected you Miss Congeniality, Supergirl.
Because your orifices are going to be filled with pricks in one way or another
all night, bitch!"
Although she feels weak and humiliated strapped down to the floor like this with
her body being so blatantly violated, the weakened teen glowers with anger at
this filth. She gathers herself together, focusing her mind and her courage. She
calms herself down while directing her anger. Her heroic nature is coming to the
fore.
She suddenly snarls bravely at the voice in the ceiling. "That's not going to
happen, Tony. That is you, hiding under some rock with a microphone, isn't it,
you slug? Tony 'The Wire' Bonano. Big time hood." She's working at the manacles
now, her resolve returning as she tests their strength and tries to distract him
so she can escape. "Well, I can handle any perverted stunt you can dish out,
buddy!"
"Is that so, Supergirl! You can handle anything, huh? And you're just so cock
sure of yourself, too, aren't you."
"I've fought your type before, Bonano. You don't scare me." Supergirl looks
around the room for escape routes as this vile liquid slowly presses into her
body. Much of it puddles beneath her on the floor, soaking her skirt, her belly
and creeping up to her breasts. Nevertheless, her anger is building into a small
reserve of strength now.
"Not scared, hmmm? And I suppose you're not the least bit concerned about your
current predicament, champ? Even with an unknown liquid being pumped up under
your pretty little skirt. Even as it drenches your pretty red costume underpants
and fills your tight young pussy with power sucking muck?"
"It's not unknown to me, Bonano. Okay, so you got your hands on a batch of
kryptonite. Well, I've faced worse, you pathetically sick hoodlum."
The group of men crowded into the control room eye each other nervously.
Carmine, Stevie, Randy and Tony are all frowning now. Could Supergirl escape
this trap? It seemed impossible but this blonde beauty had pulled off
innumerable impossible feats before. She seems so confident. Maybe she could get
away....
The Maid of Steel lies face down, now calmly stretching her leg and arm muscles
as she pulls her wrists and legs tight against the steel bands. They would be
difficult to break but maybe not impossible. She has to quickly roll herself
against these kryptonite crystals and crush them into dust particles. That way,
they won't be nearly as lethal. The liquid slowly oozing into her crotch is
weakening her steadily but she still may be able to fight it if she's got the
will and the time. She has to keep the voice talking and distracted while she
makes her move quickly though. Another dizzy spell like that last one might not
be one that she could recover from.
"You're telling me that you don't feel even a little fear given the fact that
we've compromised you and pinned you to the floor of a jail cell, Supergirl?"
The voice has a tinge of concern mixed in with incredulousness.
Good . The determined blonde thinks to herself. Scare them a bit.
"You're not scaring me one bit, Bonano," she shouts, twisting hard to grind a
particularly large crystal on her hip into powder.
"Not scared, huh. And you claim you've faced worse than this? I sincerely doubt
it! And naturally you're not the least bit upset or shamed by the degrading
sensation of a fat rubber hose delivering a thick, sticky semen-like load of
poisonous kryptonite up your snatch, are you, darling," drawls the voice on the
speaker, now getting stronger with conviction.
"You demented thug! My virtue and my dignity can stand up to any of your foul
schemes, Bonano. Whatever disgusting kryptonite solution you're trying to subdue
me with won't work. And no matter how you attack me, no matter how many tools of
death you have," snaps Supergirl, "I will prevail! You know I've beaten you
before. I'll do it again."
"Use the other stuff, Tony," Stevie says with a jittery voice. "The stuff you
told us about. She's gonna get away. She's still too strong."
Supergirl resolutely continues to crush the crystals clinging to her blouse
against the floor of her cell. In a few moments more, the dust will not be so
toxic and she may well be able to break her shackles and take care of this
bastard! She presses her torso hard against the floor, rapidly pulverizing the
crystals stuck to her chest and pelvis. She already feels like a tiny measure of
her strength might be returning. It's a fight against time now. But it's one she
believes she can win.
"So the famous girl hero thinks she can still win," Bonano purrs into the
microphone, trying to undermine this bitch's confidence while building up his
own. "Even when she's shackled and weak and tired."
"I have confidence in myself, Bonano. That's more than enough to deal with you,"
responds the defiant heroine as she wriggles and slides faster now, gaining
confidence from the fight.
"Tony. Come on, don't play around," says Carmine Vega
"Yeah, well, I wouldn't be so fucking sure of yourself, champ!" The speaker
snaps to life again. "I've got a very good reason to be confident myself, my
dear! That's because I know something you don't."
"God, how childish can you be, Bonano?" She steadily crushes the crystals under
her. In fact, she's damn sure she feels their effect weakening on her. The
liquified kryptonite oozing into her is too slow to be as effective as Tony
thinks. Her plan is working! She just has to keep this thug talking. "You've got
a secret and you won't tell me. Grow up, you pitiful slug."
"A brave front to the last. But really, my dear, the fact is, I do have a
secret. A biggie! I know that your virtue and your dignity and your tight little
cunt have to endure something you've never faced before. Something that not even
you can handle, my dear young Super Twit."
In the control room, Bonano turns a new valve and a second glowing white
solution mixes into the tube pumping the glowing green solution through the
hole. Slow and steadily, it moves up the clear hose across the floor toward the
writhing determined Maid of Steel.
"Something I've never faced? That's unlikely. Especially since I've faced just
about every foe you can think of, Tony. And yes, even foes with kryptonite!"
The comment about her 'cunt handling something she's never faced before'
concerns the shackled teen but just then a particularly large chunk of crystal
gives way beneath Supergirl's pelvis and is quickly ground to powder. She feels
a small surge of strength flowing into her tired muscles. The Maid of Steel is
excited that her plan is beginning to work. She had a real chance here! In fact,
she's only a moment or two away from breaking the shackles. She feels she almost
has all the strength in her she'll need.
What the Maid of Steel fails to notice is the swirl of milky white liquid
flowing within the glowing green solution in the thin tube snaking from the hole
in the wall across the room. Only a yard or so away, it inexorably creeps toward
its target.
"So, Supergirl, you're telling me that at one point in your long career you've
successfully defended yourself against an attack that employed kryptonite?"
"That's right, Tony! Even kryptonite - dozens of ways: fashioned into bats,
clubs and even bullet-sized slingshot pellets. The stuff's been sprayed and even
dropped from vats. I've overcome them all!"
In just seconds now, she will use all her might to break these manacles and take
these men to jail for decades if she has anything to say about it!
"Really? And have any of these attacks employed a total saturation of your
lovely blonde love hole with a Deutronium-enriched alloy of synthesized liquid
kryptonite, my dear?"
"WHAT?!" The shocked blonde beauty foolishly blurts out her alarm as her head
jerks up in surprise.
"...Did you say...kuh...kryptonite...deutronium...alloy.?...a...flow
of..it..it...it...inside ME?"
Bonano's eyebrows pop up at the sudden quaver of fear in his pretty blonde
captive's voice. His lips curl up in a slow smile. The shaking ashen-faced
Supergirl is obviously deeply unnerved by this news. Fantastic!
The men looking at the screen in the small control room lean forward with eager
expressions. Everyone there heard the nervous, shaking stutter in Supergirl's
shocked response and liked the implication. The group feeds on her fear with
satisfied smiles.
"...but...that...that...can't be...." Only a foot away, the milky white
substance mixes with the green flow and passes over her calf in the plastic
tubing draped over her legs.
In her jail cell, Supergirl knows she is feeling weak and she knows they're
using some form of kryptonite sludge to subdue her, but she had never expected
them to have a concentrated version of a liquefied Deutronium-enriched
kryptonite alloy! This alloy generated a radioactivity that was considerably
stronger than basic kryptonite! The last time she'd faced this element, she'd
almost died!
The distracted blonde teenager is frozen in confused fear. How had they
synthesized this much? They couldn't have! She would have succumbed sooner, too!
There was some.... some slight of hand going on here. It hadn't been Deutronium
kryptonite alloy before. She was sure of that!
".....you're...lying.....Bonano..." Supergirl snarls, slowly applying her
tremendous strength to the manacles. She feels them starting to give. "I'm
weak...its true.." The Maid of Steel's voice gets me
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