Superheroine Stories
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Superheroine Stories
The day had finally arrived. She was going to go free.
It seemed like an eternity. Five years in jail. She pondered
the irony of being released after serving only one third of
her sentence for good behavior. After all, it was the
overwhelming obsession with bad behavior which had allowed
her to keep a low profile while in jail. "Five years" Zahava
muttered to herself as she approached the main gate of the
corrections facility. She remembered the day she arrived
here. How humiliated she was over the fact that Supergirl
had foiled her plans. She, Zahava, the greatest female
criminal to have ever lived, had been defeated by Supergirl.
Even though she was far more cunning than Supergirl, in the
end it was those insurmountable super powers which did her
in. "She could have never taken me if the playing field was
level" Zahava thought to herself over and over and over
again in those first incarcerated days. She had slipped into
a deep depression figuring that she would spend at least
fifteen years in jail. Probably more as she would surely get
into trouble and have time added to her sentence. It didn't
matter though. She had nothing to live for on the outside.
Supergirl, that powerful invincible bitch, had destroyed all
that she had on the outside. The five million dollars which
she had still stashed away caused her no comfort. She had
failed and it was all Supergirl's fault.
As the weeks went by, Zahava slowly began to emerge
from her deep state of depression, but she was still
consumed by anger and the intense desire for revenge. But
even if she was out, how do you get revenge on someone who
is practically invincible? Her anger gave way to motivation.
After all, she was a brilliant criminal who had masterminded
some of the greatest heists in history. Third world
governments had constantly sought her out in order to
fulfill dubious missions which were in the ruling dictator's
interest. Assassinations? In an eye blink. Just pay the
price. Classified material? No problem. She was the one who
had eluded the CIA, the British MI-5, the French Douzieme,
the Israeli Mossad, and the Soviet KGB. Surely she could
figure out a way to put all the time she had in jail to
better use.
She began going to the prison library and reading up on
everything ever written about Supergirl and her cousin,
Superman. Maybe she can find something that will help in her
quest for revenge. She knew about kryptonite, but she also
knew that what little of it was left on Earth was carefully
guarded by Star Labs security. There was a time when she
would have scoffed at the notion of those Star Lab rent-a-
cops stopping her, but she had followed the travails of Lex
Luthor, who if nothing else, had taught Star Labs many
things about keeping the kryptonite safe. It would be
practically impossible to get to that these days.
She poured over volumes and volumes of material about
the kryptonian cousins, and wanted to vomit many times as
she read about the numerous awards and citations which the
two had received over the years. Beyond what was available
in the prison library, she ordered anything which she could
get her hands on. This went on for eighteen months when she
finally came across an item which she found exceedingly
interesting. An interview with Jimmy Olson in which he
recalled an episode which had been a close call for Superman
in the early 60's. Olson had been captured in order to lead
Superman a trap where he would be destroyed by a chunk of
kryptonite. He was saved at the last second when he noticed
a lead pipe in the room they were in. Once Olson had put the
kryptonite in the pipe, Superman recovered and in a fit of
rage, he used his super strength and tossed the pipe in the
metropolis river. Olson recalled how in retrospect Superman
was upset at this emotional reaction. He should have sent
the pipe into space rather than into the river. Granted, it
is hard to think clearly when you have just been brought
back from the clutches of death, but it was a mistake.
Superman never searched for the pipe for fear that it may
have cracked and he would, once again, be exposed to the
deadly rays only this time under water. Olson concluded the
interview by saying that it probably would never be found.
Zahava's eyes lit up. Granted, it was a long shot, but
if she could get her hands on that kryptonite, her next
meeting with that over confident blonde superhero bitch will
be quite different from the last one.
From that day on, her life had a purpose. She would
ensure that she would get her sentence commuted and she
would use every minute of her time in prison to prepare for
her new mission in life; the destruction of Supergirl.
A strange feeling of excitement swept her body as she
made this decision.
For the next three and a half years, Zahava was a model
prisoner. She ignored all the taunts from the other
prisoners and spent all her time either in the gym or in the
library learning all she could about underwater river
explorations.
All her work in the gym had not gone unnoticed by both
male and female guards in the prison. She was impressive to
begin with. 5 foot 9, long brown flowing hair, and a
beautiful 36 24 36 figure. All her gym worked had turned her
into an even more stunning beauty.
She could have defended herself against the sexual
advances of the guards. After all, they were no match for
her martial arts skills and she had become quite powerful
from lifting weights. She was so consumed with her desire
for revenge that she submitted to them. She would not risk a
delay in her release. Having sex with the guards initially
disgusted her, but over time she actually began to enjoy it,
although she never showed it. There were two reasons why the
sex had become enjoyable to her. She had become enamored
with her body and the feeling of power which she now had
from all her working out. Also, the majority of her previous
sexual experiences had been work related forcing her to play
an aggressive role to maintain her image. She enjoyed being
the aggressor, but it was interesting for her to change
roles.
She would, however, come back and kill each and every
one of the filthy pigs who had taken advantage of her need
to maintain her good behavior record. But first things
first. She must destroy Supergirl! Nothing else mattered.
Today, five years later, Zahava walked out of the
prison gates in perfect physical condition and chock full of
river exploration knowledge. She had especially been
encouraged by the fact that the Metropolis river was among
the shallowest of all rivers.
She immediately accessed her hidden funds and purchased
the most sophisticated under water search equipment. She
contacted the only person in the world who she almost
trusted in Germany and asked him to send her three
trustworthy men to help her. After all, she had to keep this
a secret.
Within a month, Zahava and her three man crew, former
east German intelligence operatives, where in her state of
the art research ship on the Metropolis river. They knew
they were searching for a lead pipe but had no further
information.
Three months had gone by and Zahava was growing
increasingly edgy. The search was not going well and the
crew was beginning to tire. They had been up and down every
inch of the river and had not found it. The crew was tired
and restless. Despair was setting in.
Zahava was beginning to lose hope as she was completing
her morning dive. Her thoughts had been wandering and she
wasn't paying attention. Suddenly she saw the hull of a
rapidly approaching ship. She was right in its path! She
dove frantically trying to avoid certain death at the hands
of the ship's propellers. The shallow river provided little
protection. She reached the bottom of the river and prayed
as the large shipped passed over her. If only she had been
paying attention. To her luck, she was five feet below the
propeller, thus avoiding being sliced to shreds. The power
of the propeller however sent her flying across the bottom
of the river. She slammed into an underwater rock knocking
the air out of her body. Her mouthpiece came flying out. As
she struggled to regain her composure and put her mouthpiece
back in her mouth, she noticed a lead pipe sticking out of
the rock. "Could this be it?" She thought. After all, it had
been in the water for nearly 35 years. "It could be!" Her
heart was racing as she began chipping away at the rock with
her pick. She was breathing heavily and her oxygen was
running low, but she could not risk leaving this site. Her
oxygen gauge was dangerously low. She kept chipping away at
the rock. Finally, the pipe was free. Zahava could hardly
contain herself as she rose to the surface.
Moments later, she was back on her ship and alone in
her cabin. She had not told anyone what she found. She
removed her wet bikini and dried herself off.
She gently broke open the pipe. Green beams of light
began to shine out. She reached in and pulled out the rock.
She had found it!! She had found it!! She couldn't believe
it!! She now possessed the means to destroy Supergirl!!
She help the rock tightly in her hand and looked at
herself in the mirror. She felt more powerful than ever.
Supergirl would be vanquished.
Suddenly a strong wave of sexual excitement overcame
her. She had never experienced this before. She let her
towel fall to the floor and examined her flawless body in
the full length mirror. Her legs grew week and could not
hold her. She collapsed on the bed clutching the rock in one
hand and her breast in the other. She could not contain
herself and her free hand wandered quickly to her nether
region. Within seconds she was in the throes of the most
incredible orgasm she had ever experienced. Spent and
exhausted, she quickly drifted into a deep sleep. She did
not notice the rock slipping from her hand, hitting the
floor, and splitting in two.
She awoke hours later and was panic stricken when she
did not have the kryptonite in the hand. She frantically
jumped to her feet and found the glowing rock on the floor
now in two pieces. She was annoyed at her carelessness, but
was relieved to see that she had one large piece and one
tiny piece. She believed the fact that she now had two
pieces instead of one put her in an even more powerful
position. Once again a wave of sexual passion overcame her
and she brought herself to another super powered orgasm.
The following day, she admitted defeat to her crew,
sent them home, sold the equipment, and made her way back to
her former home, the home of Supergirl, Crystal City. It was
time to put her plan in motion.
One month later
Zahava looked over her new hide-out. It was a huge
warehouse in the middle of an industrial zone long past its
prime. She had gone to great lengths to build the lead lined
room which was the centerpiece of her plan. She walked into
the lead room and examined the Picasso painting which stood
in the corner. Stealing this painting had been another
stroke of brilliance worthy of her past except for the clues
which she had deliberately left. There is no way that
Supergirl would not find her soon she thought to herself as
she played with the lead locket which was hanging from a
chain around her neck.
She examined herself in the mirror and like what she
saw. She had dressed for the occasion. The momentous
occasion. The destruction of Supergirl. She wanted her to
feel the humiliation that she felt. She wanted to experience
the feeling of being vanquished by a superior opponent.
Strong waves of passion flowed through her body once
again as she replayed the plan over and over again in her
head. She must control these sexual urges. There was work to
do. This was easier said than done as she looked at her
stunning image in the mirror. She was dressed in workout
clothes in a Supergirl motif. A skin tight blue sleeveless
top cut off at the midriff accentuating her large firm
breasts, high cut red bikini bottoms showing off her shapely
long legs, and high top red sneakers. Practical and
symbolic.
She could hardly wait.
All eyes turned as Supergirl entered the office of the
museum's security office. She was quite a sight to behold in
her skintight costume which accentuated her absolutely
stunning figure. Normally, the security chief would spend
more time looking at her long, tan shapely legs, and at
those extraordinary breasts barely contained within the
skintight indestructible fabric of her costume, but last
night's theft had effectively emasculated him for the
moment. This was a full blown catastrophe and the only one
who could save his sorry ass right now was Supergirl.
She strode confidently towards his desk, folded her
arms in front of her chest and stood there. She made no
attempt to grab the chief's extended hand.
"Time is of the essence" Supergirl said confidently
disposing with the need for cordial pleasantries. "Let me
see what you've got." "Absolutely, Supergirl" the chief
replied. "Here is what our security cameras picked up last
night." Supergirl studied the monitor intently as the
stealthy figure carefully made its way towards the Picasso
at no time giving the camera a head on view. She watched as
the painting was removed from the wall. "Here it comes
Supergirl. This is where she makes her mistake" the chief
said. Supergirl continued to look at the monitor as the
hapless thief inadvertently tripped and came crashing to the
floor along with the painting. At this point the thief's
face was plainly visible. "Zahava!" Supergirl thought to
herself. She was riveted to the screen as she observed
Zahava's stunned expression when she realized that her face
had been caught on camera. She appeared to panic and dropped
something from one of her pockets as she grabbed the
painting and fled the scene. "Quite amateurish. Five years
in jail must have seriously eroded your skills" Supergirl
thought to herself.
"I've seen enough" Supergirl declared confidently. "Let
me see what she dropped." Supergirl studied the matchbook
which Zahava had inadvertently dropped. She recognized the
imprint as that of a seedy dive in an old industrial section
of the city. "You'll have your painting back in no time" she
announced and with that she was off.
"So, Zahava's back" Supergirl thought as she was flying
towards the industrial zone. "I'll have to make this a very
short lived comeback."
Within seconds she was over the industrial zone and
began using her x-ray vision to scan the area. She didn't
expect to find Zahava this way, but it was worth a shot. She
really didn't want to go into that bar and start asking
questions. Much to her surprise, she quickly located Zahava
going about her business in one of the warehouses. "This was
easier than I expected. I guess she is not nearly as good as
she was before she went to jail" she thought.
Seconds later Supergirl came crashing through the
ceiling catching a stunned Zahava completely by surprise.
Zahava's heart began to pound with fear, excitement and
anticipation. She had been expecting Supergirl, but her
sudden entrance caught her off guard. It didn't matter
though.
"Supergirl!!" Zahava exclaimed. "What are you doing
here?"
Supergirl walked slowly and confidently towards the
center of the room. She faced Zahava who was about 6 feet
away. There she stood. Hands on her hips, shoulders back,
legs spread slightly apart. The great Supergirl. Powerful,
invincible, indestructible. Her confident eyes stared
straight at Zahava. "Where is the painting Zahava?" She
asked in an authoritative voice.
Zahava seethed at the sight of her old adversary. The
object of her obsession. The person she was about to
destroy. It bothered her that she had not aged a bit in
nearly six years. She still looked incredible.
"Supergirl, where are your manners? Can't you even say
hello? After all, we haven't seen each other in five and a
half years. Here you come crashing through my ceiling making
a mess and causing all sorts of damage and you can't even
utter a cordial greeting? You don't still hold a grudge do
you? I certainly don't. I've done my time and I've learned
to forgive."
"The painting Zahava!!" Supergirl roared.
"I don't know what you're talking about Supergirl. Who
do you think you are coming in here and accusing me of all
sorts of things." She really hated her.
"Listen to me Zahava. You're a loser!! You understand?
A loser? You may have been a half decent adversary six years
ago, but now you are all washed up. For Pete sakes, you
actually tripped over your own feet in that museum. Who do
you think you're kidding. You're all washed up and your
going to jail. Now, I want the painting!!!! I know it's here
because you couldn't have had time to hide it anywhere
else."
Zahava could hardly contain her rage at this
overconfident arrogant egomaniacal bitch. Just a few more
minutes.
"Supergirl" Zahava said "I'm afraid I'm going to have
to ask you to leave. In fact, you have offended me so deeply
that I won't even charge you for the damage to my warehouse.
I just want you to leave now!"
Supergirl stared incredulously as Zahava walked towards
her. "Was she nuts?" She thought. Zahava walked up to
Supergirl, grabbed one of her arms which were still resting
provocatively on her hips, and attempted to walk Supergirl
to the door. "What is wrong with you?" Supergirl shouted as
she pushed Zahava away. This sent Zahava into a rage. She
lunged at Supergirl and attempted to push her the way she
was just pushed. "How dare you push me Supergirl!" She
exclaimed pushing Supergirl. She did not budge. She pushed
her back. Zahava came lunging back and punched Supergirl in
the stomach. This had no effect. Zahava punched her once
more, again to no avail. The lead pendent around her neck
swung with the force of the blow. Supergirl had not moved
one inch since she came into the room. She grabbed Zahava
and threw her across the room. She landed with a thud. She
tried to get up but was dazed by the blow.
"Have you lost your mind Zahava?" Supergirl asked in
amazement. " What happened to you in prison? Surely you know
that you cannot hurt me. Why are you bothering? You are no
match for my superpowers. You never were in the past, and
you surely are not now. You're past your prime old girl.
Although I must say you're looking quite fit. The prison
gym, huh? Well, you'll have plenty of time to keep on
working out, you washed up has-been. By the way, what's with
the outfit? Are you trying to be me? You'll never be me.
You'll never defeat me. You'll never succeed while I'm
around. Now, once again, where is the painting?"
"You know what you need Supergirl? You need a good ass
kicking. That's what you need" Zahava said defiantly.
Supergirl was stunned by this diatribe. '"What planet
are you on you psycho?" Supergirl cried out as she
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