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Little Firebug, 7B
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
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!
Kara felt the sharp pain of the knife as it felt like she was being cut
apart. She looked down to see the knife circling her engorged nipple
as it dimpled her flesh while moving across her skin. She cried out
from the pain, but saw that it wasn?t really cutting her, it just felt
like it. The woman seemed to grow frustrated as she slashed the knife
across her chest a few more times before putting it away.
"I don?t know what kind of game you are playing, girl, but since I
can?t cut you I am going to let the Jackals fuck you, my old man first
of all. " The catcalls and whistles that followed sent a thrill through
Kara?s body. She struggled to get free, yet part of her mind was
somehow thrilled that she could not. Her drugged mind connected this
to her recurring dream of being sexually overpowered by a man as she
suddenly felt an incredible desire rising within her. Part of her mind
knew her massive release of pheromones where coming back to drive her
crazy with desire, the other parts of her just didn?t care.
She was shocked to hear her own voice rising? "Oh, YES, fuck me, all of
you, fuck me hard, please?"
Pete heard Kara?s clear voice rising above the catcalls as she seemed
to be encouraging them! He tried to fight his way back on to the
stage, but two bikers grabbed him and dragged him halfway across the
floor to force him down to the floor while tying him to a pillar near
the band. The band members, like most other reasonable people, had
actually left when the rest of the gang members had rushed into the
building and up onto the stage. The manager had called for the
sheriff, but had been told that he was more than 45 minutes away, over
on the other side of the county. He was just reaching behind the
counter to get his shotgun when the bottle crashed down on the back of
his head, dropping him to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
Kara felt them release her legs for a moment as they tore her thong
off. Her legs were again pulled roughly apart as she felt a man?s
large hands holding her breasts, squeezing them as he pulled himself
toward her. Kara was surprised by her own reaction, her body going
wild with desire as she cried out again "Fuck me, fuck me? fuck me hard
like Superman?"
She gasped in pleasure as the first man?s cock roughly entered her. He
was big and hard and incredible strong as he plunged deeply within her
body. Kara?s surged with such passion that it was hard for the dozen
strong men to hold her. The man was fucking her hard and rough, just
the way she wanted it right now. Her orgasm quickly burst forth at the
same time as he cried out in ecstasy. She was still surging with
pleasure, the men struggling to hold onto her, wanting more, when he
withdrew and the next man replaced him. She felt him plunge into her a
few times while she was still enjoying the last waves of her first
orgasm. Suddenly, he came again as well and then withdrew as she was
just starting to get going again. She felt the next man step up to
her. "Please, please, slow down, I can?t keep up with you?no, please,
stop, no more, NO?"
Kara was suddenly horrified as she realized she had no control over
these men. She struggled harder, tried to use her heat vision, tried to
fly; nothing worked. She cried out for them to stop. The men just kept
coming!
Cory saw everyone having their fun with the girl as she saw her inner
thighs were now wet with cum along with her own juices. He saw her
have a couple of strong orgasms, that was actually surprising in a gang
rape like this, but saw that she quickly grew frightened and had
started to call out to them to stop. This helplessness was the part
Cory liked the best!
She ignored the girl?s sobbing cries as she struggled and failed to get
free as the men continued to pound away at her. Cory knew they would
not stop until the girl was unconscious, probably not even then.
Someone would finally figure out how to snuff her and that would be the
end of this little bitch. She watched as Pigpen, he was the club
treasurer, came up for his turn. He was banging away on her when she
saw him reach down to undo the gold chain from around the girl?s waist.
Typical, she sneered, he is probably actually more interested in the
gold than the girl. Without his financial ties, he wouldn?t last a
week in the Jackals!
She was starting to turn away, it was time to figure out what to do
with the girl?s body, when she suddenly heard Pigpen screaming. She
turned to see him trying to push away from the girl. He was obviously
trying to withdraw from her, but was also clearly unable to do so.
"God, she?s crushing me, my God?"
Kara had been revolted and terrified as the men kept coming at her even
after she told them to stop. She struggled with all her strength, but
the dozen men holding her were too strong for her in her weakened
state. Part of her mind remembered Aurora?s warning about mixing gold
and alcohol, but it was too late now. If she could only get her hands
free to undo the chain, she knew she would quickly regain her
incredible strength.
She pleaded and sobbed for them to stop, but no one listened or cared
and several of them slapped her hard and told her to shutup. Finally,
she felt someone?s fingers fumbling with the clasp of the gold chain.
Her hopes soared as she thought someone, maybe Pete, was going to
rescue her. Her hopes were dashed a moment later as the next man began
fucking her like all the rest. Nobody knew that removing the gold
chain would empower her once again, nobody cared. She felt the man
surging within her as he suddenly reached down and undid the chain,
raising it over his head, stealing it from her, as he shouted out his
pleasure while he came inside her.
Kara felt a long incredible rush of energy flowing out from her breasts
as her entire body began a healthy tingle. She had been squeezing her
pelvic muscles futilely, trying to prevent penetration, but now these
muscles were suddenly super-powered again as they crushed inward to
collapse the man?s hard penis inside her. His cry of pleasure turned
into screams of pain as she momentarily did something she had never
done before, she used her full strength to hold a man within her. She
had seen how that strength had distorted steel bars, squeezing the half
molten steel from her vagina like toothpaste. She grimaced at what she
imagined it would do to a Terran man.
She effortlessly pulled her arms forward to throw the six men holding
her across the room to crunch them into the far wall. She shoved the
man fucking her backward, his screams coming right after she felt the
tearing feeling between her legs, the ribbon of crushed flesh finally
emerging as she relaxed herself as best she could. She kicked her legs
upward, using her flying power to hold herself in mid-air, as the men
holding her legs flew upward to crash into the high ceiling before
crunching down onto the dance floor. She felt several strong blows to
her back and even the sharp point of a knife against her chest. She
looked up at another biker chick as she tried to stab her sharp knife
into her tit.
Kara looked confidently into the woman?s eyes as she reached down to
hold the woman?s hand as she helped her shove the knife harder against
herself. The strong blade dimpled deeply into her breast until the
steel blade finally snapped in half. She then tossed the amazed woman
backward to land on her ass. She ignored the rest of the bikers while
walking over to the gang leader, the first man who had assaulted her.
He was sitting with Cory as they both stared back at her with worried
and amazed looks on their faces.
She paused along the way to rip the denim jacket off one of the Jackals
as she used it to clean herself up. She wiped the sticky stuff from
between her legs as she threw the wet jacket back into the man?s face.
Kara finally marched up the table they were sitting at as she slammed
her fist down hard enough to shatter it in half. She grabbed the
leader by the collar and lifted him off the floor to hold him over her
head, legs dangling in the air. "Is this where I register my complaint
at the way your gang has treated me, asshole."
"Hey, we were just having some fun, weren?t we Cory?"
"Yeah, we weren?t going to hurt you. I mean, you were asking for it as
I recall."
Kara leaned down to her and said in a steely voice, "Then you must have
suddenly gone deaf because I clearly said NO?!"
"Hey, look bitch," the leader gasped out as Kara held him over her
head, "nobody got hurt, except maybe the guys you trashed up on the
stage. Where do you get off on having strength like this anyway,
bitch?"
"You?ve heard of his Superman haven?t you? Well, think of me as his
little sister. People call me Supergirl. And just in case you think
of using the word again, only people that are ready to die call be
?bitch?."
Kara was having real trouble controlling her emotions, she suspected
that she was still suffering the mental effects from the gold and
alcohol combination even though she seemed to have her full strength
back. She knew she would have to be very careful how she touched any
of them while she felt like this.
"I?ve been told that you bikers value your machines above anything
else, even your women. I?ll tell you what I?m going to do. I?m going
to go outside and trash every one of your bikes. Don?t even think
about stopping me." With that, Kara dropped him back into his chair
with a ?THUMP?; she started walking toward the door.
"Hey bitch, nobody threatens me like that and lives, I don?t care if
you are some kind of super bitch or what! Come back here AND APOLOGIZE
THE RIGHT WAY or DIE where you stand."
Kara paused at his angry shouted words. She slowly turned around to see
that he was pointing a huge 44 Magnum at her. "I can promise you," she
said, "that if you fire a single shot from that gun that I will put it
where the sun doesn?t shine. You just sit still and be glad you have
your health, if not your bikes." She turned to continue out the door.
The biker stared at the girl? what a waste, she was a pretty bitch,
damn strong but damn gorgeous, especially topless like this. Best tits
he had ever seen! Besides a lot of his bro?s hadn?t had time with her
yet. He looked around to see the rest of the bikers staring at him,
mouths hanging open; they had seen her lift him from the floor with one
hand. He couldn?t back down to this girl, not now, and especially
since she said she was going to trash their BIKES! She had sure seemed
strong enough a moment ago, she might actually be able to do some
damage. No, time to waste her. They needed to get out of here anyway.
The first bullet struck in the middle of Kara?s back. She felt the
stinging blow and heard the loud ricochet bounce off the ceiling beams.
She stopped and turned around to face him again. "Excuse me, but are
you trying to get my attention again? You know what I said about
firing that thing in here. Besides, I thought you guys carried some
real firepower, that thing just tickles a little."
His face was a mask of anger as the next round bounced off her right
breast, the spent round plopping to the ground in front of him. She
just stood facing him with her hands on her hips, a slow smile
spreading across her face as she saw him stare at her wildly undulating
breast and then down at the smoking spent bullet by his feet. She began
to walk slowly toward him as he fired again and again into her dramatic
chest at point blank range, her large breasts jiggling strongly with
each powerful impact. He finally missed hitting her tits as a bullet
ricochet?d off her hard breastbone before slamming Cory backward from
her chair; she lay still on the floor. Kara could see that the
shoulder wound wouldn?t be fatal, but she would be out of action for a
while.
She finally stood over the man as the warm gun barrel was touching her
left breast. She reached down to grab it, his hand still on the grip,
as she used her strength to slowly press it against her dramatic chest.
Her large breast dimpled inward for a ways before they both heard the
groaning of steel as her soft flesh became too firm for even gun steel
to resist! She finally relaxed her grip, allowing him to retrieve his
mangled gun, barrel bent strongly to the side, his wrist nearly broken.
"What?s the matter, my tits too tough for you." He was still staring
back and forth between her bare breast and his bent gun when she
reached down to take the gun completely from his hand. She proceeded to
slowly tear it into little pieces, right in front of the man?s face.
Her powerful fingers, tearing the steel like it was made of paper, as
she tossed the torn steel fragments back on his table. She finally
twisted the barrel of the gun off before reaching down to grab the
man?s jacket. She lifted him into the air while laying him over her
upraised thigh while she tore the back of his jeans off with her other
hand. Bent over her knee, she jammed the torn remains of the gun barrel
into his asshole until it was no longer visible. He gasped in pain as
he fell on his face across the table. "I guess you didn?t understand my
remark about ?where the sun doesn?t shine.? I think you understand
now."
With that, Kara walked over to effortlessly tear the ropes from Pete?s
hands before helping him outside. They saw the line of about
twenty-five expensive shiny Harley?s.
The newest member of the club, Taildragger, was sitting outside getting
high; he was assigned to watch the bikes. He was pissed. Everyone else
was inside but him and having a good time, if the screams, shouts and
gunshots were any indication. He was sitting out here alone watching a
line of damned bikes! His eye suddenly caught a gorgeous young blond
walking from the door wearing only a short mini-skirt. Now this was a
lot better! He stared at her, amazed at how little her gorgeous bare
breasts bounced as she walked; this bitch was in damn good shape, she
must work out for a living! He came back to his senses as she strode
over to touch the first bike. He saw her starting to swing her leg up
to straddle it as he rushed over to get her off it.
"Hey, bitch, get off the bikes. You want to ride something, come over
here and I?ll give you something to ride!" It still felt good to talk
like that in public, especially to a righteous bitch like this! He
surged with pride; riding with the Jackals was clearly the high point
of his life.
"This bike is pretty," she said, "who does this belong to?"
"That belongs to the meanest biker of them all, the guy who is walking
out the door behind you right now."
Wolf saw the girl sitting on his bike. He felt a surge of anger as he
quickly ran over and grabbed her hair, trying to pull her off it.
Nobody touched his bike, nobody, even if she was some fucking super
bitch! He was puzzled that, despite the silky feel of her hair, she
didn?t budge as he pulled on her hair with all his strength, he was a
very strong man. He saw her slowly sliding up a little on the bike as
her tiny skirt slipped up above her hips. Her gorgeous legs were now
straddling the shiny chrome engine of his new Hog. He stepped back for
a moment, staring down at her legs. Now that was an image! Long shapely
tanned legs, blond bush clearly visible as it was pressed against the
tank, and his newly chromed engine gripped firmly between them.
Motorcycles and blondes? he lived for this!
"I hear they don?t make these bikes as good as they used to. Here, let
me check it out for you?"
With that, the biker saw her long legs flexing, muscles growing
surprisingly large for a young bitch like this, as his gas tank began
crushing! He felt a tearing feeling inside his chest as he saw her
damaging his bike? HIS BIKE! He gasped as her gorgeous thighs crushed
inward, the steel groaning and popping loudly as he saw his entire
engine and transmission folding up between her long legs. He tried to
shout, but only a gurgling choking sound came from his lips as she gave
him a big smile just before suddenly crushing her gorgeous legs
together until they touched each other! The two halves of the
motorcycle, pinched in half by the steely strength of her bare legs,
fell sideways onto the ground.
Wolf was so shocked, grief for his destroyed hog causing tears to well
up in his eyes, that his legs collapsed, dropping him to the ground.
His eyes were glazed over, tears running down his face, as he looked up
along the girl?s long gorgeous legs. She walked over to the next bike.
Oh God, NO, not another one!
She gripped the frame of this bike in both hands as her back exploded
into a riot of tight muscles. There was a horrible groaning sound as he
saw her rip the bike completely in half with her bare hands! She then
tore the engine from the mangled frame and turned around to face him.
She slowly squeezed the cylinder heads in her strong hands, her fingers
digging deeply into the hard steel until her hands closed completely,
the torn steel squeezing from them like putty. A quick twist of her
powerful arms followed as the engine was neatly torn in half, mangled
pistons, crankshaft and gears spilling out onto the asphalt.
Kara tossed the remains of the engine to land at Wolf?s feet as she
walked up to each of the other bikes and did the same thing. In less
than five minutes, she had completely destroyed all the bikes to such a
point where they were only worth the scrap metal they were now made of.
She ignored the impact of several more bullets, pinging off her
steel-hard skin, while Wolf tried to stop her the only way he knew.
Finally, she trashed the last bike as she turned around to see the
entire gang staring at her, frozen in place, unable to move. Their
grief for their dead hogs and their growing fear of this young girl
froze them in place. Kara, again looking like the cute young swimsuit
model that she was, slipped between them to find Pete. Thankfully he
had retrieved her top; she slipped it back on. The bikers, staring in
shocked silence at their dead hogs, left them alone as Kara got back
into Pete?s car before they drove down the street, heading home.
They were almost home before Kara?s explanation of her actions finally
began to sink home with Pete. He finally understood what the gold had
done to her as he now became amused at how she had reacted to getting
drunk and stoned out. This girl may look virginous, innocent and pure,
the perfect blonde Goddess, he thought to himself. But he now had had a
glimpse of the heart of a warrior that beat inside her. This was one
tough, and very lusty, lady when she wanted to be! He hoped he never
pissed her off that way!
He agreed to her request to keep this evenings ?entertainment? quiet,
his mom and her friends, putting Kara on a pedestal, would not have
expected this from Supergirl. The word would get out, but nobody would
believe it was anything but some gang rumble down at the club. The
Jackals had trashed the place before, so what if somebody trashed them.
The remainder of the night was uneventful as Kara slept off the effects
from the gold and the alcohol. She looked bright and chipper late the
next morning when she finally got up, quickly dressing in one of her
new costumes; it was finally time to go and look for Superman.
She hugged Sybil and Pete goodbye as she slipped the backpack on. This
would be her first trial of both her costume and the backpack during a
suborbital hop. The pack, made of the same fabric as her costume, was
heavily insulated to keep things inside as cool as possible.
"Kara, can you show us how fast you can accelerate from a standing
start," Pete asked. "Just out of curiosity, if you don?t mind, that
is."
She smiled at Pete, he never tired of seeing her do amazing things with
her body. She floated over to wrap her arms around his neck as she
gave him a big kiss, her feet never touching the ground. Sybil and
their gathering of appreciative friends giggled as they saw Pete?s
reaction to her as she floated a few inches off the ground. She finally
floated up a few feet higher in the air. "OK, guys, here goes. I?ll
be in touch?"
With that, there was a SNAP sound as she suddenly flexed all the
muscles in her legs and buttocks while converting that incredible
energy into flying power. There was a loud rushing sound as she seemed
to blink out of existence right before their very eyes. They quickly
craned their heads upward to see a glowing streak shooting upward and
out of sight in less than a second, almost too fast to be believed. A
sharp sonic boom rumbled across the desert a few moments later as the
shock wave from her passage reached the ground.
Kara had to slow her acceleration almost immediately. Accelerating at
500G?s gets you up to some interesting velocities in a hurry! She
slowed after reaching about 12,000 miles per hour as she arced upward
and slightly out of the atmosphere on a suborbital trajectory that
would end in Metropolis. She still wondered why it wasn?t called New
York on this Earth.
Her reentry was steeper than normal as she felt her face, shoulders and
breasts heating up as she plunged back into the atmosphere head first,
arms outstretched in front of her, like she was diving into a pool of
water. A glowing halo of superheated ionized air surrounded her body
as she gradually slowed down while descending steeply over the ocean
just off the Atlantic coast. She didn?t want to approach the city
directly from orbit as the shock wave from her body?s passage could
break a lot of windows in a glass city like Metropolis.
She finally got down to subsonic speeds as she turned and streaked back
toward the city, just above the roof tops, at just over 700 miles per
hour. She held that speed as she twisted through the tall buildings of
the downtown area until she finally saw the Daily Planet building
coming up. She flexed her legs strongly once again to quickly slow
herself down as she came to a sudden halt a few inches above the
rooftop, legs and buttocks momentarily flexing dramatically as they
generated flying power.
Kara hung in the air, eyes closed, as she concentrated on absorbing the
heat from her superheated skin. She knew that the tar roof of the
building would melt if she touched it before she cooled off a bit. And
sticky melted tar was the last thing she wanted on her bare feet right
now!
It took a couple of minutes to absorb the energy back into her breasts.
As usual, they were the last part of her body to cool as the heat
energy was quickly stored in them as chemical energy. She gradually
floated over to the roof entrance to find a secluded corner to change
in. Pulling the top of her filmy costume down, she quickly slipped out
of it before using the pressure of her hands to fold it into a shape
the size of a sewing thimble. She reached down to slip it between her
nether lips; she would always have her costume with her, safe and warm,
no matter what happened to the rest of her things.
The tan business suit she changed into was barely warm from her rapid
flight as she unfolded it from the backpack. The insulation was
clearly working as expected. A pair of pearl white stockings with black
heels complimented the short skirt of the business suit. A pearl
necklace and some gold bracelets and she was suddenly dressed properly
again. She felt the slight weakening and pleasant buzz in her arms
from the gold bracelets as she slipped them on. They took the edge off
the strength of her hands and arms such that she could touch Terrans
without worrying about accidentally crushing them. Besides, the gold
bracelets brought a slight euphoric glow to her mind, just enough to be
pleasant without reducing the sharpness of her thoughts; fortunately
not nearly as strong as the effect of wrapping that woven chain around
her waist had been. She folded the empty backpack up and slipped it
into a crack in the ceiling. She was still buttoning the front of her
jacket as she headed down the stairs to catch the elevator to the
ground floor.
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