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Little Firebug, 1B
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This is one of a series of stories that I?ve written that attempt to
describe the adventures of a very special girl by the name of Kara
Matthews, aka Supergirl. The initial concept borrows heavily from
various comic book stories, the most notable influence coming from the
DC Comics character of the same name, to whom I give all appropriate
credits.
My own characters, however, diverge significantly from any characters
depicted by DC Comics or any previous authors, both in their powers
and their actions. In particular, this story contains strongly erotic
material that is not suitable for younger readers.
IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY SEXUAL OR VIOLENT MATERIAL, ARE UNDER THE AGE
OF MAJORITY IN YOUR STATE, PROVINCE OR COUNTRY, OR IF EROTIC MATERIAL
IS PROHIBITED BY YOUR LOCAL LAWS, DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER!
It happened during a round between Kara and Col. Solveig. She now knew
much more about the four women?s personal lovemaking styles, and Col.
Solveig was definitely the most physically aggressive of the four. And
this time, Col. Solveig felt even more excited than usual. Kara felt
the Colonel?s nipples get hard as the Colonel kissed her forcefully,
pressing her deep into the pillows surrounding them, and wrapping her
arms around her to caress the small of her back and then to massage
Kara?s whole body within her grasp with all her own hard muscles. This
treatment usually left Kara gasping but very happy, and it was starting
to have its usual effects this time. But it was perhaps a measure of
Kara?s recovery that she was feeling as much mischievous as she was
aroused.
She decided to turn the tables, to flop Solveig onto her own back and
give her a taste of her own medicine. In an eyeblink, Kara was on top
and holding a surprised Solveig with equal firmness. Solveig grinned
with lust and surprise, and said, "So you want to play rough this time,
do you?" And Solveig once again rolled on top of Supergirl, and
attempted to pin her to the floor. But no one was more surprised than
Solveig was when she found that Kara was back on top in no time at all.
The General, observing these proceedings, cautioned Kara, "You might
not know what you are getting into. She was Colchica?s wrestling
champion last year."
But last year?s wrestling champion for the time being was going to
remain firmly pinned beneath Supergirl. Solveig had not been
overpowered by sheer strength very often before, and she was not at all
sure she liked it. Supergirl herself was awestruck to see Solveig?s
grapefruit-sized biceps flexing as she struggled against her grip; and
even more surprised to discover that while she made only a slight
headway against her grip, she was making some. She had never
encountered a Terran woman this hard to hold down before.
Solveig, starting out confident that her size would allow her to
overpower Supergirl, continued to try the direct approach until she
realized she was getting nowhere. But, she did not earn her
championship on sheer strength alone. She had one free leg, and she
used it to kick away the pillow that Kara?s left knee rested on. Kara
momentarily lost her balance, and that was all she needed to break
free. Solveig rolled out from underneath Kara and was on her feet in a
snap. She then let out a sort of a roar as she charged towards Kara,
picking her up and kissing her even more furiously, excited as much by
the sheer joy of physical exertion as by desire. Kara, seeing how
happy she was in victory, found this joy contagious decided to let her
have her way --- for the time being.
Solveig held Kara?s waist tightly between her legs, and began to
vigorously massage Kara?s firm, high breasts, massaging her with deep
strokes. As she did so, Kara felt a strange sensation in addition to
her sheer physical excitement. She looked down in surprise as she saw
her breasts were starting to glow with the same greenish energy that
had got her into this predicament in the first place. And then, the
energy began arcing out and into Solveig?s body!
Kara knew what was happening. She knew that her breasts contained a
reservoir of energy. Apparently they had taken on a large orgone
charge, which Solveig?s rough handling had managed to shake loose. Now
Solveig was in a milder version of the same predicament Supergirl had
been in beforehand.
Almost instantly Solveig?s steely grip on Supergirl began to weaken,
and she fell beside her --- in fact, she collapsed. The look of
lustful aggression in Solveig?s eyes had been changed into a look of
lustful pleading, as her eyes said, "Please. Help. Hurry!" Kara knew
what she was going through. But she was going to learn who was boss
first.
Kara picked up Solveig and, though the Colonel was much larger than she
was, Kara easily slung her over her shoulder. The other women in the
room were astounded to see Kara toss the Colonel almost across the
room, where she landed on another large pile of pillows. They were
even more astounded to see Kara take a flying leap at her, land
accurately, and pound her deep into the cushions.
Kara wrapped her arms and legs around Solveig and flexed her muscles,
to massage their hardness deep into Solveig?s flesh. Solveig squealed
and yielded. It excited Kara more than she would admit to see this
powerful woman was her helpless prisoner. She worked her way down her
body with her hands and tongue, keeping her always in her strong grip.
Solveig panted, unable to speak, as she learned that the wine of
surrender can be as sweet as the wine of victory.
When Kara finally lifted up her head, Solveig was bruised and sore all
over, and a very happy woman nonetheless.
"That was quite a performance," said the General.
Kara sat up. She felt more herself than she had for the last several
days, as the dregs of the orgone energy had been discharged into
Solveig, who got quite a charge out of it. She said, "OK, then.
Who?s -this- year?s wrestling champion?"
"That . . . would be me," said the General. "If you are feeling up to
it, perhaps you would like your first lesson in Colchican wrestling?"
"Sure," said Kara. By this time she was starting to want to do
something -different- for a change.
The General got up and directed the other women to clear out a space in
the roomful of pillows, making a circle around twelve feet across.
Kara and the General faced each other in the circle. Natalya and
Mikhailovna watched with great interest, and even Solveig was able to
lift her head enough to watch this.
Anyone who didn?t know Kara would have pegged her as the sure loser in
this match. General Damasippe was almost half again larger than Kara,
with great broad shoulders and legs like tree trunks. "There are two
ways to win. One, your opponent goes out of bounds, puts any part of
her body outside the circle. Two, his or her backside or shoulders
touch the ground. No punching or kicking. Apart from that, there are
no rules. Understand?"
Kara nodded her agreement to the terms of battle. The General faced
her in the centre of the ring, bowed incongruously, and then charged
her. Her first move was to use her incredible shoulder size to simply
press Kara out of the circle and win. The battle was almost over
before it begun, as Kara was surprised at the amount of sheer pressure
the General was able to generate. Obviously all of these women were
much stronger than the average Terran. But Kara caught herself before
she was forced outside, set her legs, and began to return the pressure.
The General began to groan in surprise and frustration as she saw
herself being pushed back across the circle. Before she reached the
opposite border, she dropped to her knees. Kara kept pushing. The
General?s back and buttocks looked like an ebony mountain range as her
muscles strained to resist Kara?s incredible strength. Kara pushed
harder. The General gasped, and faltered a bit more, but Kara could
feel her digging deeper, trying harder. She might be forced out. But
she would not ever simply yield.
Kara grew somewhat afraid of the punishment her strength was inflicting
on Damasippe?s body, fearful that she might break her back. She knew
she could. The General would force her to do so before she simply gave
in. She began to understand that these women?s strength of will was as
mighty a weapon as the strength of their limbs. Fearful that she might
inflict some injury in this sport, she gave up that direct approach,
released the General, and stepped back. A different strategy was in
order.
That was the break the General needed, and she knew what to do to take
advantage. Using the pent-up tension in her back and legs, she sprung
forward, her head and neck turning into a battering ram aimed directly
at Supergirl?s stomach. Caught off-guard, Supergirl lost her balance,
and she and the General tumbled forward, both of them landing outside
the ring. This was a risky move, but after what Damasippe had learned
about how strong Kara was, it was the only right one. The spectators?
call was fair; it was clear that Supergirl left the ring a split second
before the General did. She had been defeated.
"By the gods, you are strong --- a lot stronger than I am," the General
told her. "Lucky for me I have been playing this game longer than you
have." This wrap-up seemed fair to both women. "With some practice I
am sure you could easily become next years champion. We really ought
to take you to see the Princess. Would you like to have a look around
the island?"
Kara was not exactly prepared for the sights outside the building. She
expected everybody to get dressed or something before they headed for
the door; nothing doing.
Outside it looked like a combination of college campus and boot camp
peopled entirely by nude women. Whoever designed this place must have
been heavily into Greek Revival. She half expected to see the girls
with Delta Gamma or Kappa Alpha pins stuck on their nude bodies, but no
such luck. The whole area was built like a park, dotted with statues
of heroic women, with cedar, olive, laurel, and pine trees interspersed
among grasses and fields of wildflowers.
Everywhere, groups of women were busy at the various activities that
make up the Strenuous Life. In the distance, a group of women were
fast marching in formation. Nearer, they saw groups of four or five
engaged in such things as fencing and polearm practice; climbing
obstacle walls, lifting weights, or practicing Tai Chi and martial
arts.
And everywhere, the women looked as if this was their chief occupation.
Kara could conclude that the women she was seeing along the way were
of ages that probably ranged from fifteen to sixty. A few even had
heads of silver-grey hair. The others, she could only guess at their
ages from their eyes and faces. But from the neck down it was hard to
tell; for each one of them was hard and muscular from the neck down.
Nothing stooped or sagged on any of them. If anything, the older women
were larger and harder than the young ones.
Kara again had to ask, "Are there any men here at all?"
The General replied, "No, not now. It isn?t like you might have heard.
But we have little need of men here. They aren?t good for much. They
just make a lot of mess and noise, and the only method yet discovered
to cure their attitudes makes them even more fat and useless. Most men
simply lack the stamina to please us. The stronger the furnace, the
hotter the fire, after all. Even if they are fit enough, the effort
burns them out after about four or five years. They age rapidly here,
though many beg to die that way. It seems the humane thing to do to
discourage them from coming. We both know that men never know what?s
best for themselves. That much is certain."
As they walked through the compound, they eventually came across groups
of women who were practicing more civilized arts; harvesting olives and
fruits, repairing buildings, and simply talking. But these peaceful
interludes were soon shattered once more by the ring of metal against
metal.
They were coming to a park circled by large buildings, again in the
same relentless Parthenon style of the rest of them. The noise was
coming from this courtyard. A group of women had gathered ?round to
watch as four women attacked a fifth. The four women were at least as
large as Damasippe or Solveig, and armed with scimitar, broadsword, two
daggers, and a net and trident. The fifth woman was unarmed. She was
breathtakingly beautiful, with long raven curls that reached down to
the small of her back, broad shoulders, full breasts, and a muscular
back. She wore nothing but the silver bracelets, same as everybody
else around here. Kara wondered what she had done to merit being
attacked by these four others, who seemed bent on her destruction.
Kara was amazed to see her singlehandedly, with amazing speed, fend off
simultaneous attacks from all of her opponents. She was fast enough to
interpose her silver bracelets between every sword and dagger blow, and
strong enough that her opponents? blades gave ground rather than she.
The net-bearer, after many unsuccessful tries, managed first to snare
her in her net of woven steel links. It seemed, though, that the
encumbrance slowed her down only slightly. She kept the sword-carriers
at bay with swift kicks until she was able to tear apart the steel net
with her hands and break free. Within a few minutes more, she had
managed to disarm her four opponents, destroying their weapons with the
shock of the impact against her metal bracelets. Undaunted, they tried
one last attempt to subdue her, seeking to wrestle her to the ground
and pummel her with their fists. This was no more successful than the
armed attack, as the lone woman sprung upward, flinging each of her
attackers into the applauding crowd.
The lone woman turned to one of her attackers and said, "You are truly
improving. It took me almost two and a half minutes this time before
you were all disarmed. With more practice you should be able to beat
the record and last three minutes." Her attacker bowed and saluted
her, as if she had received an impressive compliment. Whoever she was,
she was obviously a warrior of great strength and skill, able to keep
four formidable women at bay, and setting such a high standard that it
was considered remarkable that they were able to stand against her that
long while unarmed.
The crowd began to disperse, and General Damasippe approached her
respectfully, bowing slightly. "Princess, this is the captive we freed
that I was telling you about. The one that is immensely strong. She
managed to defeat Solveig quite handily, and if the contest were of
sheer strength alone, she would have easily beaten me at Colchican
wrestling."
"And?" replied the Princess, her eyebrow arching quizzically.
"I was wondering, if you would be willing to vie with her at one of the
conventional tests of strength, to find out what her limits truly are.
If that is agreeable to both of you."
Kara wondered what was going on; she was partially relieved to see her
own skepticism partially reflected on the Princess?s face. The
Princess turned to address her directly, smiling graciously. Kara did
as the other women did and bowed slightly before meeting the Princess?s
gaze. The Princess said, "My friend and comrade, it is not customary
here for us to see our guests discomfited in public. Should you wish
to decline the challenge which our General has saw fit to make on your
behalf, you may surely do so without any loss of honour whatsoever."
It was apparently one of the features of this outfit, Kara thought to
herself, that they manage to know exactly what to tell you in order to
get a 110% effort out of everybody. Kara was by no means certain that
she wanted to get into a battle of strength with the Princess --- until
now. But at the Princesses? ultra-courteous invitation to back down,
she decided that she instead would meet the Princess at whatever test
these people could devise.
"I would be happy to pit my own strength against you, Your Majesty."
Being called "Your Majesty" made the Princess?s eyes roll, and
lightened her face up considerably.
"Please, call me Diana."
"Thank you, Diana. . . But, I would like to make sure if possible that
our contest be one of strength, and not a game of strategy like
Colchican wrestling."
"I gathered that from what the General told me. Then again, she
wouldn?t be where she is if she were not an equal master of ruse and
battle. But we both would learn very little from the outcome unless
the contest was one of strength alone."
"Thank you. It is true, I have not practiced any of your Colchican
games or martial skills, and people around here seem to spend a lot of
their time on just those things."
"You sell us short, perhaps; but there is much truth in your words."
With this, the Princess?s eyes lit on a nearby marble pedestal awaiting
a new statue. She gestured towards the pedestal and had two benches
brought forward. Sitting on one, the Princess placed her elbow on the
pedestal and invited Kara to do the same. "I take it you know how this
one is played. There isn?t a great deal of room for strategy here.
One arm against the other."
Kara found this match reasonably un-suspicious. She sat down on her
bench and locked her right hand against the Princess?s. "On the count
of three, General," the Princess said. And beneath the steely but
impartial gaze of the General, the contest began.
The Princess?s almond eyes widened with amazement as her arm was forced
almost to the bare stone by Kara?s initial thrust. But then it was
Kara?s turn, as the princess slowly but surely began to turn the tide,
until they both were roughly back where they started. Both women
glanced at each other briefly, as if to acknowledge that this was not
going to be as easy as either of them thought at first.
The Princess?s bicep was a furrowed mass of living rock, fed furiously
by pounding blood vessels that seemed ready to burst out of her skin.
She grit her teeth, and began to force Kara?s arm towards the surface
of the stone.
And Kara grit her teeth, now more determined than ever that the
Princess would not emerge the victor from this contest. She too set
her teeth on edge and decided that there was no holding back here.
Kara began to fight back towards the centre. Her bicep began to glow
inside faintly at first.
But the Princess was not about to relinquish the gains she had won with
so much effort. Kara was able to force her back up slightly towards
the centre. She grimaced and gasped, attempting to increase her
leverage. No luck.
By this time, a circle of spectators had begun to gather around the
pedestal. Kara became dimly aware that she faced a hostile crowd. One
of the women approached the Princess?s bench. "Why are you toying with
her? Why don?t you finish her off?" she asked.
"Shut. . .up. . .!" was the Princess?s only response, her usually
elaborate courtesy all but forgotten in the midst of this battle. The
other women were cheering for the Princess. Kara, however, had Solveig
cheering her on sheepishly, despite the disapproving glances of the
other women.
Blood began spurting out of the Princess?s fingertips, and trickling
down the back of Kara?s hand. Her face and forehead were now lined
with pain; her backside was lined with rolling sweat, her teeth
clenched in a grimace of steel determination, as she rolled her eyes to
the heavens, as if she were praying for further strength. Her biceps,
already pumped with effort, turned first red and then purple with
blood. The burning pain of exertion turned to agony, and then to an
achy numbness. Her hand seemed like it was clutching hot iron. She
seemed to falter a bit. But not much, and not enough.
Kara closed her eyes in sheer concentration. The glow in Kara?s biceps
was now noticeable, first turning red, and now at an easily visible
yellowish white. A faint but high-pitched whine seemed to emerge from
her arms and shoulders. Kara smelled an acrid smell. Her long blonde
hair had brushed against her arm and shoulder. It was singeing. The
spectators could see the air around Kara?s body shimmering with heat.
Her shoulder ached and burned with effort. But each woman?s effort so
far was being matched by her opponent.
There was a loud report! Both women fell forward, on opposite sides;
both immediately began clutching their arms in pain. Neither was sure
of what had happened, or who had won the battle. It became apparent
that the loser, in fact, was the marble pedestal. It had cracked and
shattered, unable to endure the force both women were putting into it.
The Princess moved her forearm up and down, and Kara shook her own,
both women uncertain as to whether their arms still worked or not. The
palm of the Princess?s hand was blistered where it had touched Kara?s
skin. But for all that, the Princess was on her feet and helped Kara
to hers. "You definitely made your point," was all she had to say to
her at first.
<You didn?t think I was actually going to -resolve- this, eh?>
"Perhaps we shouldn?t do this too often," was Kara?s reply.
"It?s hell on the furniture."
The crowd of spectators crowded around them, cheering. They were
cheering the Princess for being so mighty. But they were also cheering
for Kara, that she had proven herself a worthy opponent to the Princess
also. Everyone congratulated Kara for her efforts here. No one had
ever been able to go toe to toe with their Princess before.
The Princess invited Kara to dine with her that evening.
* * * * *
The palace was a place of splendor, but in the midst of the other
splendors of the island it seemed only slightly more elaborate. The
dining room, by contrast, was positively frugal. Fresh fruit,
vegetables, and game seemed to be the chief items on the menu. Kara
was surprised to see that the Princess and herself would be dining
alone.
They both reclined on couches to eat, as was the apparent custom here.
So much the better, this means I won?t have to use my arm that much.
For Kara was still rather stiff from that afternoon?s exertions. So,
for that matter, was the Princess; her arm looked sore and bruised.
The Princess approached her after their Spartan meal and, seeing how
sore Kara was, began to massage her arm and shoulder. No one for a
long time had been able to massage Kara?s body the way the Princess did
for a long time; everyone else only managed to move around her skin a
bit, but the Princess?s powerful grip worked deep, loosening up her
still somewhat sore muscles.
"If you would like to leave, we can arrange that; we can take you to
Earth or to space. But I would really like it if you could stay with
us for a while. Maybe even join our sisterhood. We fight to defend
the freedom and independence of women everywhere."
"We are all strong here on Colchica; but my own strength was a gift
from our goddesses. Never before have I met an opponent whom I was
truly able to test my body against. Our training could teach you to be
an even more effective warrior. And we could train together, becoming
both of us stronger as we find someone our near equal train with."
Kara met the Princess?s gaze. Her eyes were all dewy, and her nipples
standing at attention. It was obvious that the Princess would like to
test her body against Kara?s in more than mere tests of strength.
"Stay with us for at least a while, and I will show you why many call
this island Paradise. . ."
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Sharon Best - aka 'Supergirl' ([email protected])
"Writing is nothing to be ashamed of but do it in private
and wash your hands afterwards."
Lazarus Long - from 'Time Enough for Love'
"What's the point in ever doing anything if nobody out there's
watching?"
Suzanne Stone (Nicole Kidman), To Die For (1995)
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