Subject: STORY: The Capture of Supergirl (F,Bond, Superhero Fantasy, Extreme)
From: sooprbrain@aol.com (Sooprbrain)
Date: Mon, Mar 16, 1998 09:42 EST
Message-id: <19980316144201.JAA06268@ladder01.news.aol.com>


Another attempt to add some real stories to this pathetic 

If you are under 18 then you should not be in this newsgroup much less reading
any of this.  Make your parents do some work.







The Capture of Supergirl.  Part One


Another dreary day in Coast City, but above it, swooping in and out of low
hanging fog banks, was a brightly clad powerful protector.  The familiar blue,
red and yellow costume. The stylized "S" on the chest.  This was not Superman
however, only the most blind of people could not tell that the shape and curves
of this being from Krypton indicated a well developed, perfectly bodied female.
 It was Supergirl, blonde protector of this town.  She was not aware of it but
she only had about 3 minutes of freedom left.  She was being watched by alien
eyes.  Eyes that had studied her habits for over a month.  The eyes belong to
one whose name was unpronounceable in any earthly tongue but it essentially
meant "The Traveler" .  He was a being of considerable physical, but even more
impressive mental powers.  Over 7 feet tall and thickly muscled, he could take
on 20 of the most powerful earth men and not break a sweat.  But today his prey
was hundreds of times stronger still.  He could not afford even the slightest
mistake, as he would last less then a minute in hand to hand combat with the
Kryptonian.  He had two advantages, his powerful mental abilities, and a
complete understanding of Supergirls weakness’.   He had planned this event for
a long time, nothing could go wrong.  He stared at her as she flew overhead.
Concentrating his alien mind reached out and made contact with hers.  Supergirl
stopped…was that a scream?  It seemed to come from that building right below
her.  She scanned it with her amazing X-ray vision.  He had lined the walls
with enough lead to shield it, she could not see anything.  Another scream?? 
What was this?  Without another thought she swooped down faster then normal
eyes could follow, and busted through a securely  locked double steel and lead
door with the ease of anyone else breaking through a barrier made of Kleenex. 
It was a maze of cabinets and clutter inside, but through the various lead
pipes and shielding she could make out, what appeared to be, a bound, nude
woman, laying on the ground.  Without another thought she darted through the
debris.  A millisecond later she was next to the woman, She was completely nude
except of a weave of metallic straps that held her arms and wrists tightly
together behind her back.  More straps held her long legs together and bound
them to her wrists.   A metal band was strapped across her eyes blocking out
all sight.  Other metal bands crisscrossed all over her face, holding a
metallic ball deep in her mouth.  A final band pulled her head back from the
gag straps to the wrist and ankle bonds.  Her head was pulled back as far as
possible.  The bondage was cruel and perfect. A beautiful tall blonde in a
secure hog-tie.  She was about to bend down to release her when she looked at
her again.  The girl was gagged.  That ball in her mouth wouldn’t allow the
slightest cry.  What had she heard?
	"I hope you like the artistry of her bonds" a voice said behind her.  "It’s
the position you will be assuming in a few moments."
The Maid of Might spun around to see where the voice was coming from.  She was
face to face with a huge, obviously alien being.  Fully a foot taller then
Supergirls impressive 5’ 11".  He had to weigh 300 pounds, but probably a lot
more.  His muscles, underneath the slightly blue tinted, reptilian skin
appeared to be extremely dense. His face was also reptilian, almost a cross
between a crocodile and a human  He was a physical force to be reckoned with by
any other woman on Earth.  Supergirl was unconcerned.  On this planet, with its
life giving yellow sun, she was more powerful than anything else.
	"I don’t know what kind of sick games you are playing, but we don’t use Earth
women as bondage playthings."  Supergirl said.  She turned back to the
beautiful bound blonde and moved to untie her.  The bound woman flickered for a
moment, then vanished.  A hologram!   Suddenly her mind felt like a dagger had
been stabbed into it.  A telepathic assault began on Supergirl.  She dropped to
her knees in agony..darkness began to appear at the corners of her vision. He
was trying to knock her unconscience with his mental powers.  She resisted,
much harder then he thought possible.  Her hands dug into the solid concrete
floor like it was Styrofoam.  Desperately she fired huge hunks of the cement 
in the direction of her attacker.  The Traveler was surprised, and his mental
barrage slipped.  Supergirl was on him in a heartbeat, striking out wildly. 
Only the Travelers superhuman reflexes prevented her from knocking him out of
the fight.  As it was he was thrown against the brick wall with the force of a
hurricane.  He was in big trouble.  Time to play the wild card, as much as his
ego hated the idea.  I gentle telekinetic push and an amulet at his throat was
opened.  Inside was the deadly green glow of the radiation that could only mean
kryptonite.   A small nugget, found with considerable time and expense.  No
bigger then a kernel of popcorn.  Yet it was enough to force the Girl of Steel
back.  
	"Sorry, Supergirl, I had hoped that it would not have to come to this, but you
are too strong, even mentally."
	The tiny chunk of Kryptonite was not going to be enough to stop her though,
she had moved back at super speed, desperately trying to get out of the room
before her powers were completely sapped.  Then the Traveler sent another
psychic dagger into her skull.  She cried out in agony, he advanced upon her,
the bits of radiation from the kryptonite weakening her body as the psychic
assault crushed her mind.  She was nearly unconscience  now.  The traveler
casually pulled the amulet of deadly kryptonite from around his thickly muscled
neck and tossed it on the prone form of  Supergirl.  She moaned in pain as the
deadly pebble bounced on her prostrate form and came to a stop within inches of
her face.  He had to work fast, that little chunk of rock was deadly to her. 
He did not want her dead, or even injured.  In fact he needed her at  peak
power for what he had planned.    Rapidly he opened a lead case that he had
brought.  Inside were some very special metallic bonds.  He took out a pair of
seven inch wide manacles, flipping the still groggy Supergirl onto her stomach
he, with a tremendous effort, he tried to pull  her arms behind her back.  Even
with her weakened and his own considerable strength, he could not budge her.
Another powerful mind blast shot into her skull.  She cried out again as the
pain blasted into her brain. As she squirmed on the floor, he dodged her
flailing legs and caught her arms.  With all his strength he was able to pin
them, palm to palm behind her back. With practiced ease he locked the manacles
on her wrists.  The manacles were shaped like a wide "V" and her arms were
fused together from her elbow to her wrist.  He had her.  He hit her with
another brutal mental blast.  She was once again practically unconscience. 
Before her amazing recuperative powers could restore her he pulled her red
boots off her perfect legs and placed another set of manacles on her bare
ankles and shins.  Her legs were now fused together by this metal. He pulled
her legs up her back until they reached her bound hands.  Automatically the
wrist and ankle manacles snapped together.  A perfect hog-tie. In less then a
minute he had brutally bound the most powerful woman on earth.  Another narrow
metal band was placed over her head.  This one locked around her eyes so
tightly that no light could reach the amazing blue eyes of the last daughter of
krypton. The metal was even denser then lead, so it kept any of  her vision
powers from working.  He then picked up the kryptonite nugget and resealed it
in its lead amulet.  Almost immediately Supergirl began to struggle against the
unfamiliar feeling of being bound.  The traveler could tell that her strength
was growing by the second, but he had no fear.  
	"Go ahead and squirm my lady, you cannot break those bonds" he mocked to her
struggling form.
"I am an interstellar collector and traveler.  Not only do I travel from planet
to planet, but also between dimensions.  The metal keeping you in that
uncomfortable position is called "Adamantium"   It comes from an Earth very
similar to this one.  This metal is the hardest most impervious substance in
the entire universe.  It is as unbreakable to you as the strongest steel would
be to the weakest earthwoman.  It took me over a year to learn how to mold and
shape the Adamantium.  Once it is set in a solid form, nothing in the universe
can break it.  I’m sure you won’t take my word for it though, so go ahead and
struggle for a moment."
	Supergirl could not believe it.  She could rip through 100 yards of solid
steel like paper, yet she was straining as hard as possible and this quarter
inch thick metal was not budging.  She squirmed in helpless fury.  Twisting her
body as much as she could with the unyielding bonds. She couldn’t feel even the
slightest give in them.
	He pulled out a large vial of dark liquid out of the case.  He poured it over
Supergirls squirming form. Immediately her near indestructible costume began to
melt off her body.  In a few moments she was completely nude.  The anger at
being treated so harshly made Supergirls struggles twice as hard.  The bonds
did not give a bit.
	"Okay" Supergirl said warily. "You have me bound, what do you want?"  Her
eyes, behind the metal shield, looking blindly in his direction.
	"My dear, you are in no position to ask questions. Therefore we need to shut
you up "  He had a weird object in his hand.  It was an Adamantium sphere,
attached to several thin locking Adamantium straps.  He grabbed her hair (It
felt like steel wire) and pulled her head back.  A surprised Supergirl opened
her mouth up to protest when he crammed the ball past her red, moist lips. 
Before she could push it out he had locked the first strap around her head. 
The strap click shut and began to tighten.  Tiny Adamantium motors pulled the
strap as snug as possible around her head.  The ball was forced deeper into her
mouth.. Supergirl was terrified and frustrated.  She had NEVER been subjected
to such humiliation.  The slow steady whir of the motors easily fought though
her tongue trying to keep the invader out.  Her whole body bucked and fought as
the ball was crammed into her unwilling mouth.  Fear began to replace anger as
she realized that if this kept up it would crush her head as easily as a
grapefruit.  Her struggles doubled, tripled….the last lingering effects of the
Kryptonite and mental blasts were fading.  She was as strong as ever. Yet she
remained as securely bound as before.  She whimpered desperately into the metal
ball. Ashamed that she was reduced to this.  Finally when it seemed like she
would pass out from the pressure the motor stopped. The ball was fused in her
mouth like it was welded there.  He pulled the other metal bands that were
attached to the ball around her face.  One ran under her jaw and locked at the
top of her head.  Two others ran from the corners of her opened, distended
mouth until they connected over her blindfold then as a single strap it
connected to the strap from her jaw.  More micro motors began to run as these
straps too began to tighten and press into her face.  Her jaw was forced into
the ball.   Her perfect invulnerable teeth fitting into pre made grooves in the
oral invader.  A mouth that could crush the hardest diamond was crammed wide
open by this large ball.  When the motors finally stopped her mouth was fused
around the sphere.  There was absolutely no give in any of the straps.  He then
wrapped another Adamantium belt around her  narrow waist.  A small device was
attached to it.  
She was desperate now.  She knew that the bonds were unbreakable.  Now she
could not see, or even cry out for help.  Her body began to float upward.  She
was still infinitely stronger then her captor.  If she could fly out fast
enough then, burst through the walls, someone would see her and get help. 
	" I don’t think so Kara." She heard him say.  He flicked a switch on a
transmitter he was holding.  The belt around her waist drug her straight
down…hard. She slammed into the ground on her stomach.  She grunted as she was
driven into the concrete.
	"That belt around your waist contains a gravity well inducer.  I have studied
your power of flight quite extensively.  That belt is connected to the Earth’s
magnetic field.  It is designed to  exactly repel any attempts at flight by a
factor of 10.  Right now you are feeling the effects of ten times  your own
flight power dragging you down.   I would recommend not attempting that little
flying stunt again."
	Kara felt as though one hundred ocean liners were attached to her waist.  As
soon as she stopped attempting to fly the pressure ceased.
	"Now that should feel a bit better.  I’m sorry Kara of Krypton, but you are
completely captured.  No one knows you are here and no one will look for you
until you are beyond anyone’s reach."
	"We have to make sure that your struggles are lessened some for the upcoming
trip"  
	He pulled out a rigid strip of Adamantium.  It locked onto the back of her
skull at the point where several of her gag straps and blindfold locks met.  He
that attached the strap to the point where her hands and ankles were fused
together behind her back.  The he started the servo motors inside the locks. 
Very very slowly  her head was pulled back.  Her throat arched backwards, her
body attempted to coil backwards in a desperate attempt to ease the growing
pressure.  When her body could take no more it finally stopped.  She was
completely immobilized.   Her legs and arms were now pulled up as high as her
invulnerable body could stretch.  Her head was thrust back, the slightest
twitch of her form would pull her head back even further.  Supergirl moaned
into her unyielding metal gag.  She had never experienced such total
helplessness, such complete degradation.  All movement was denied her, the
darkness was complete, perhaps worst of all was the ever present gag filling
her opened mouth.  It was unbelievable that she could be trussed up like a side
of beef.  She could feel his breath on her. He was running his hard cold hands
up and down her lean taut body.  Her body was both impossibly hard and
suprisingly yielding.  He rubbed his hands over her incredibly firm and high
breasts.  Her costume kept her tits mildly pressed in, so the Traveler was
pleasantly suprised to find how large her breasts were. 
	"Very impressive Kara, your body is perfect.  I would expect nothing less from
the last surviving woman of a race of supermen."
	Supergirl could only moan in frustration.  She was being molested like any
helpless earthling.  She moaned desperately into he gag.  She realized that the
holographic woman that had drawn her in here had been meant to represent her.
	The Traveler Brought out one final case.  This one looked like a square metal
trunk.  There were no rivets or seams in it. It was completely  smooth.  It was
approximately 3 and a half feet long by 1 and a half feet wide by 3 feet deep. 
	"Kara, I’m about to seal you into a perfectly airtight trunk.  It is going to
be a very snug fit.  You are going to travel for about 1 hour and 15 minutes. 
The only key to the trunk is my retinal scan and voice pattern.  If any other
attempt is made to open the trunk then it seals permanently.  The entire trunk
made of Adamantium mixed with another substance called "Vibranium".  Once
inside all sound will be cut off.  The Vibranium completely absorbs all sound
waves going either in or out.  As you can tell from your blindfold, Adamantium
is completely impervious to any scanning rays, like your x-ray vision.  If
anyone stops us on the way to your final destination then the trunk will seal. 
No force on this planet will be able to free you.  In fact there will be no way
of knowing you are even inside.  I would pray to your Kryptonion sun god that
we have an uneventful trip.
	Using the gravitation device around her waist, the traveler was able to lift
her super dense Kryptonian form with no effort.  Supergirl squirmed and bucked
as she felt her body stuffed into the unbreakable box.  Once again motors had
to be used to force her invulnerable and super strong body  into a position it
should not have been in.  The lid slowly, inexorably crushed her body into the
too small trunk.  The Adamantium was not going to give so her body had too.  
Supergirl screamed into her gag, and the lid came down and sealed with 
multiple locks.  All noise stopped.
Inside her metal tomb Supergirl truly panicked. She could bust out of anything
given time, but this was different.  Her captor was right, this metal was so
far beyond her strength that any hope of escape was pointless.  She did not
need to breath for great lengths of time, but the metal cut off all of her life
giving sunlight.  A few weeks in here would kill even her.  Her perfect
invulnerable body did not ache yet, but there was only so much that even it
could take.  He had been right about the box cutting off all sound as well. 
Even her super enhanced hearing could only pick up her own panicked heartbeat. 
The soft groans that forced their way past the omnipressive sphere in her mouth
and the slight twitches and squirms as her helpless body tried to adjust to
total captivity.  There was no room to even struggle, all she could do was lie
there. Trapped like a mouse in too small sound proof cage.

To Be Continued