A Super Girl story by Jordan Avon
As Super Girl soared over the bustling city on her evening patrol, the cries of a man in distress drew her attention to an alley just ahead.
"Please, take my wallet, but leave me alone...*please*!" came a pleading voice, as Super Girl landed in the mouth of the alley, to find a lone man in a trench coat hunched over in fear, with three young thugs facing him, their backs to Super Girl. Her shadow loomed upon the wall where the cowering man stood, eyes filled with fear, and the three toughs turned around to see who was casting this shapely shadow.
"Geez! It's Super Girl! Everyone scram!" said the middle thug, as they scattered throughout the alley, hiding behind whatever cover they could find. One hid behind a dumpster, and the other two behind a large, splintered packing crate.
"You'd better come out now, if you know what's good for you," Super Girl declared, turning her attention now to the man in the trench coat, "I'll take care of this from here," she said, "You've nothing to fear from them anymore".
"Indeed so...", said the man, now standing up to his full, considerable height, his expression having shifted now from one of fear to one of great satisfaction and cunning, "...I should say not, because they all work for me! I am Kaptor...and you are now my prisoner. Catchy name, don't you think?"
Just then, the man opened his trench coat to reveal an emerald green, skin-tight battle suit, and then let the coat fall to the ground. Super Girl felt a wave of weakness wash over her, as the man chucked malevolently. He stepped nearer to her, causing Super Girl to fall to her knees.
"As you may have guessed, Super Girl, this suit's threads are made from a Kryptonite polymer, one of my own invention, to be precise. And the coat, of course, is shielded with light lead plating sewn into the lining, so that you would not detect the Kryptonite until it was too late. Gentlemen, if you please."
The three thugs came out from hiding, their act of fear dissapated, two of them now intent upon their task of hefting Super Girl up and through a doorway leading off of the alley, at their boss' whim, following him into the building. The third picked up the lead-lined trench coat, tucking it under his arm as he followed.
Super Girl felt so woozy from the Krytonite's effect, she knew she was helpless to react...at least for now.
"I've prepared this place just for my little plan, my pretty bird," he said, as his henchmen laid her down on a plush, silk sheet-covered nearby bed surrounded by camera lights. She thought she began to understand what they intended to do.
"Y-You won't get away with this...you fiend..." she just managed to get out, so weak was she.
Her captor seemed suprised. "Oh no, nothing so gauche as that, Super Girl...even I wouldn't want to stoop to anything quite so lurid as violating you that way...Oh no, what I have in store for you will be far more satisfying than that. You see, in taking and selling such fetching pictures of you posed upon this bed, I will make myself famous for having defeated and humiliated the illustrious Super Girl, and become rich into the bargain. Because if I can defeat *you*, the services of my organization will go for quite a high profit margin, I should say. Shall we begin?"
At this, he nodded to two of his henchmen, who began to relieve her of her costume, leaving her in only her red boots and cape...with the rest of her lithe body naked to the hungry eyes of the four men who had her at their mercy. She never had felt so vulnerable in her life.
Kaptor stepped over to a nearby camera tripod where a very expensive 35mm camera was mounted, and motioned to his henchmen, saying,
"Let's put our little doll in some interesting poses, shall we?" and began taking shots, one after another as the shutter whirred and clicked, while the three henchmen would move her body around into different positions...lying on her stomach...*click*...on her side...*click*... spread-eagled across the bed...*click*...her charms exposed to both the men's eyes and the occasional caress of a lingering hand or two.
Super Girl was in despair, even moreso because part of her was getting slightly aroused at being so helpess and touched in this way. She tried willfully to parry such thoughts of arousal, and this made her body flinch instinctively. My strength is starting to come back, she thought.
Of course, she thought...since Kaptor had stepped behind the camera, he was now a little further away than when she was first near him in the alley...perhaps just enough for her to get some measure of her super-strength back. She successfully clenched one hand that was behind her into a fist, where the men couldn't see, to test this theory. Yes! And Super Girl noticed one other important thing: Kaptor's henchman had unthinkingly tossed the lead-lined trench coat on the floor, only a couple of feet from the bed...If she could only summon enough strength to get to that coat, and put it on...it would protect her from Kaptor's Krypto-suit.
She lay still, waiting for the right moment, making them think she was still totally helpess.
She saw her chance as the three men stepped back from positioning her again, this time sideways across the bed, with one leg bent, and the other straightened out, lying on her stomach, and her head facing towards the side of the bed where the coat lay invitingly.
Kaptor expressed his praise of her current pose, as he peered through the lense, saying,
"Ah, yes, what a fetching pose, Super Girl...Your sweet, taut rear looks particularly attractive that way!"
As the three men retreated back out of Kaptor's camera's field of view...she pushed off the bed with the bent leg the henchmen so conveniently positioned that way, and rolled off the bed, scooping up the coat and donning it in one fluid super-speed motion. Before the four men could react, Super Girl was upon them, her full strength surging back under the protection of the lead-lined trench coat.
Knowing the three henchmen were of little threat to her, Super Girl streaked over to Kaptor, and stripped him of his Krypto-suit, throwing it to the far side of the room, and leaving him standing quite naked. So much for the Kryptonite danger! The henchmen stood awe-struck as Super Girl sped at lightning speed between them, and in the blink of an eye, left them all standing quite naked as well. In another micro-moment, she had torn a power cord from one of the camera lights, and had the four men tied together, back to back, in an embarassed and squirming bundle.
"I would say," Super Girl began, "that as they say, turnabout is fair play!" and herself took a photo of the defeated foursome with Kaptor's camera to save as a keepsake, "I'll save this for posterity."
The expression on their faces was one of total dejection. At this moment, Kaptor spoke haughtily, struggling against his bonds:
"You have defeated me this time, Super Girl. But we shall meet again! And by the way, haven't you forgotten something?"
Super Girl stood in a classic heroic stance, hands on hips looking satisfied at her victory, only then remembering that she was still only wearing her scarlet boots, cape, and Kaptor's trench coat, her breasts jutting out proudly and beautifully...her nipples hard in the chill air of Kaptor's lair.
"I suppose you're right, Kaptor," she smiled, and at hyper-speed became a blur that was then instantly clad once more in her entire costume,
" I did notice a bit of a draft. But not as bad as the one you're going to feel when I fly the four of you to the police station right now," she said meaningfully, as she eyed the open skylight window above her. She pocketed the camera, removing it from its tripod and putting it into one of the trenchcoat's pockets. This coat might come in handy again someday, she mused to herself.
Their eyes widened with fear as she hoisted them all by the loose ends of the power cord she had bound the four men firmly together with, and flew off into the night to make her late-night delivery.