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Anonymous said...

SUPERGIRL ON VIOLANTIS I

Supergirl always felt a little disoriented when she came out of a wormhole. Travelling
between dimensions this way felt as if it were distorting not only her body, but her mental
stability. This time was no different. As she paused in the vacuum of deep space to take a
look around, she felt dizzy, even a little sick. She'd done this kind of interstellar travel
often enough, however, not to let the momentary sensation of weakness frighten her. It
would pass, as it always did.

She was on a critical mission. Esha the Master Thief had escaped from a horde of
pursuing government agents on Earth. They were after the big breasted crook because she
had stolen the last six vials of a top secret experimental formula for a universal
aphrodisiac. The bikini- clad super villain had infiltrated the laboratories of Lexcorp, a
huge international conglomerate, and made off with the poison. If unleashed on an
unwitting American population, this super-concentrated drug would destroy American
society by creating a whole nation of sex psychotics.

The President of the United States herself had pleaded for Supergirl's help in returning
the formula to US government control, so it could be destroyed safely. The beautiful
blond teenager could hardly refuse such a desperate request. Not only that, Lex Luther,
CEO of Lexcorp, had offered Supergirl a substantial bounty if she brought back Esha
alive. The money would be almost enough to pay Supergirl's tuition to college. Besides,
this was personal with her. Esha had humiliated her once to often in their previous
battles, the arrogant bitch. It would be a pleasure to cut her down to size at last.

The control bank on Esha's still- smoking interdimensional transporter indicated that the
buxom blond master criminal had beamed to somewhere near the star system where
Supergirl now orbited, in the vicinity of the mysterious Orgone Cluster. Goddess only
knew why the sadistic villainess had chosen to come here. Little was known about this
sector. Talk about the middle of nowhere!

Supergirl searched carefully with her telescopic X- ray vision. First she checked for red
stars, which could fatally drain her super powers. The nearest was half a parsec distant,
too close for comfort but not close enough for immediate concern. Next, she looked for
yellow stars with planets that might support life. Since Esha was merely human, and had
transported wearing only her usual skimpy black bikini and eye mask, she would have
sought a warm, hospitable planet.

Supergirl frowned prettily. There was no planet nearby that was even remotely habitable
for Earth life. There was only one yellow star, around which orbited two giant Jupiter-
like planets. Either of these would have crushed Esha flat as a cow turd if she'd landed on
them. Everything else hereabouts was a vast desert of asteroids, thousands upon
thousands of drifting, desolate rocks. Supergirl sighed. It would be like a needle in a
haystack if Esha were hidden in that mess. The blond of steel scissors- kicked her
shapely legs and began to fly among the asteroids, searching the cosmic rubble.

Almost an hour went by. The teenager was getting frustrated. "Damn bitch slut," she
muttered, using the special language Esha and her hench girls had taught her that time
when they had imprisoned her in the Kryptonite sarcophagus. "That bimbo cunt is really
pissing me off!" added the baby- faced blond. She was almost ready to give up hope
when she saw what she was looking for.

If she had blinked, she would have flown right past it. The thing was by no means a
planet. It hardly even qualified as a moon. She estimated that it was ten miles long. It was
narrow and flat, shaped like a giant arrow head. But it was covered with dense
vegetation, which shown brilliant green in the bright yellow star light. Supergirl hovered
about a hundred miles above it and looked it over. Despite its size, the object exerted a
considerable gravitational pull, as much as Earth or perhaps a little more. She could see
waterfalls cascading over high, moss covered cliffs, crystal clear lakes, and a verdant
jungle so dense that it resisted the penetration of her X ray gaze. In the midst of the
surrounding cosmic emptiness, this planetoid was so green it shocked the eye. It was very
beautiful.

No doubt that's where her quarry was. "That clever little whore," muttered Supergirl.
"This is the perfect hideout. I bet the slut actually believes I would never find her here!"
She was already picturing in her mind the public adoration that would be hers when she
brought Esha back to Earth in custody. She'd get a medal from President Mary Lynn
Monroe for sure. Maybe even a kiss, in private! With a triumphant burst of speed,
Supergirl hurtled toward the tiny green planetoid.

She must have still been a little woozy from the wormhole. She started to brake for
landing a little too late, and then she found herself off-course. Instead of landing in the
tiny meadow she had selected, she splashed into a deep lake. She sputtered to the surface.
The water was incredibly warm, if it was even water at all. The crystal clear fluid felt
thicker and more viscous than water. Her wet blond hair was plastered to her head.
Tentatively, she licked a little of it from her finger. She frowned. It was sweet!

Very strange. As she swam with powerful strokes toward the lake's shore, she found
herself opening her mouth without thinking and taking in little sips of the goo. It was
delicious, like alien fruit juice. Supergirl waded up out of the lake with thick globules of
the nectar hanging from her hair, elbows, nose and breasts. She wiped it off her face. It
was slippery, like body lotion. The weird substance had soaked through the fabric of her
blue and red costume, saturating the invulnerable material. Supergirl looked down at
herself and giggled self-consciously. The stuff had made her super costume translucent.
She looked like one of those wet tee shirt bimbos back on earth. The nipples of her firm
C cup breasts poked in plain view through the blue cloth. Even her sweet, puckered little
belly button showed through. Underneath the short red skirt, her steely, curvaceous buns
were still partly hidden. But the fabric clung like second skin to the tops of her thighs
showing every curve. She might as well have been naked. "Wow!" she exclaimed. But
after the initial surprise wore off, she forgot about it. After all, nobody was peeping, she
reassured herself. This was an uninhabited planetoid.

Or was it? The amazon maiden set her jaw firmly and peered with her X ray vision
through the impenetrable wall of the dense alien jungle. Somebody was here alright, and
her name began with "E." And she was not going to be happy to see Supergirl.

The jungle was so dense that even her X Ray vision couldn't penetrate it more than a few
hundred yards. The vegetation, if that's what it was, was not at all like on Earth. The
plant-like stems and vines had no leaves, and assumed all sorts of fantastic twisted
shapes. Supergirl shuddered with disgust. The stuff reminded her of a nest of giant
maggots. Some of the bigger stems seemed to pulse and swell as she stared at them,
almost as if they were aware of her. And as she inspected closer, she could see that the
greens were different from Earth vegetation too, nearly black at the roots but glowing
incandescent emerald at the new shoots. Her skin crawled. She hated that color green. It
gave her the creeps.

She took off and cruised slowly above the jungle canopy, looking for any trace of Esha. It
soon became obvious, however, that she was going to need to work at ground level. In
the distance, the planetoid's plant stuff lay flat and lifeless on the wedged surface like the
strings of a worn out carpet. But as she flew over it, the stuff reacted to her presence.
Great big areas of it aroused into vertical position, wagging about like a lawn of giant
wormy stalks. Creepy but kind of exciting. The tuberous tendrils wiggled and writhed so
chaotically that staring into it made her feel a little dizzy.

She landed in a tiny clearing near what had looked from the air like a waterfall. On closer
inspection she discovered it was made of the same viscous sweet nectar as the lake. It
didn't roar down the cliff at all. It oozed, slow and thick. On impulse, she cupped some of
it in her hands and lapped it up with her tongue. The flavor was different from the lake. It
was scrumptious, like licking warm pomegranate ice cream. She gobbled another handful
before she caught herself and stopped. She reminded herself to be cautious. She was
Supergirl, of course, and so nothing could poison her. But she didn't like it when
something alien tempted her so much. First she wanted to know what it was. She ran her
tongue over her slippery lips and waded into the jungle on foot.

The vegetation annoyed her. It was so thick and twisted that she had to break through it to
move forward. Many of the stalks snapped off in her grip like fresh asparagus,
hemorrhaging great spurts of sap. The obnoxious juice soon covered her from head to toe.
Other species of vine were so elastic and slippery that they were hard to get a grip on,
tough to break. Not that this was any challenge to her powers, really, but it was definitely
slowing her down.

The planetoid wasn't spinning on an axis, so the weak yellow sun never moved in the sky.
It was hot. She was sweating. It was impossible to keep track of time. After what seemed
like forever fighting the stubborn jungle, Supergirl sank into a really nasty mood. "Fuck
me," she snarled out loud. "This is really fucked up." For all her work, she had leveled
less than a square mile. Not a single clue to Esha's whereabouts. Nothing. She had clear
cut the area faster than a dozen D6's, but already the weird vegetation was sprouting back
from the ground with tens of thousands of little wormy shoots. In no time, it would be as
if the girl of steel had never been there.

"Esha, you slit licking bimbo," bellowed the frustrated blond. "Do you actually think you
can hide from me?" The thick air was stone silent, except for the hissing and rubbing of
the writhing stalks. Supergirl decided to sit for a moment and think. She needed to come
up with a better strategy. At this rate, it would take forever to search the whole planetoid.
She didn't want to do this job dumb like she usually did because she was too strong to
need to think. She had to come up with a strategy.

She tried to concentrate on how much she hated Esha. But to her annoyance, at the
moment all she felt was lonely. At least Esha was human. True, the blond thief had really
humiliated the gullible Kryptonian lass the last time they met. First the cunning crooked
cunt had tricked the daughter of Kal-el into a Kryptonite trap. Then she had dominated
her mercilessly for over a week. But it was also true that Esha had was a sexual master,
with a body fit for the job. Her mountainous boobs so cushy and plush that Supergirl had
come instantly the first time the bigger girl had forced a kiss on her. Supergirl sighed.
Right now, those mountainous mamms would feel really good to fondle and suck.

Supergirl's eyes bulged in shock. What was the matter with her? What could she be
thinking? She detested Esha. After all, the masked witch had laughed insanely while all
twenty two of her sadistic henchmen had raped their invulnerable captive at least a dozen
times each. It turned out that Esha had been feeding her men the experimental universal
aphrodisiac. And of course Supergirl had proved to be the perfect guinea pig for the
felonious fem's diabolical experiment.

Those black- cowled crooks had plowed the helpless blond super heroine until her womb
was so bloated with their cum that she looked pregnant. But that wasn't the final
humiliation. After the epic gang bang, Esha herself expertly had licked and sucked her
teenage captive to climax after climax. She had driven Supergirl temporarily insane with
pleasure. Just remembering the feel of Esha's tongue on her throbbing clit was making the
girl of steel all wet. Even now.

Supergirl shook her head furiously. Darn that Esha! Here she was having a dirty
daydream about getting raped by her nemesis when she should be hunting for her. She
would just drink a little more of the delicious nectar and get going. She had worked up
quite an appetite.

She got down on her hands and knees and slurped at some of the stuff that oozed from the
jutting stalk of a gigantic plant node. Hungrily, she ran her tongue back and forth along
the fibrous oozing shaft. She was too busy drinking to realize how hot she would have
looked, if anyone was there to see. In this position, her rock hard, up- thrusting little ass
seemed to be just begging for something, anything to grab it. As if on cue, a slender
worm like tendril slithered silently along the ground, reared up like a snake, grew stiff as
a steel pipe, and began to vibrate intensely. The aroused stalk stretched itself until it was
scant inches from her buried blond treasure. A cum-like gush spurted from its bulbous
tip, splattering the girl's nectar soaked miniskirt. Supergirl, however, was too busy
feasting to notice.

The nectar in this clearing tasted different from the others she had sampled. It tasted like
liquid marshmallow. The amazing maiden had always had a weakness for marshmallow.
She lost track of how much she drank. Never had she tasted anything so wonderful. At
last she raised her head and made a most unladylike belch. She rubbed her fingertips
absently over her tummy, which felt very full indeed. She was overdoing it, of course, but
the juices on this planet were scrumptious. She might as well enjoy them. Glancing up,
she noticed with surprise that the sky was turning red with a spectacular sunset. So there
was time on this planetoid after all. Whatever. She wouldn't stay around long enough to
get used to it. She would grab that black hearted Esha bitch and fly. That was her plan.

But just at the moment she felt a little drowsy. This was annoying, but not alarming. She
never slept on Earth of course. But sometimes flushing through a wormhole could make
her sleepy. She debated. She knew she should keep hunting, but the opportunity to nap
was rare for her. Sleeping was a precious pleasure. Maybe she would even dream. Why
not? She slumped heavily to the mossy ground.

Lights out.
************

The nubile alien breeder lay sleeping on my forest floor. This one was constructed much
like the first arrival, only more petite and younger. But I could tell it was very, very
different. The voluptuous curves of its tiny mammal flesh incited my entire body. All my
thousands of stalks, vines, and tendrils pulsed in response to it. Mammals make the best
breeders, as everyone knows. Although I had never before encountered this mammal
type, I could tell they were perfectly constructed for my purposes. For one thing, they
were equipped with multiple dark, wet, warm cavities to protect and nurture my seed. But
even better, they sported pairs of large, spherical nectar- producing sacks on their torsos.
True, the mamms on this new one were underdeveloped compared to those of her
predecessor. At their current size they would never produce enough food to satisfy my
young, so I would need to enhance them. But that would be easy. With a bit of
stimulation and a steady diet of my potent secretions, they would swell sufficiently to
nourish my hungry newborn.

I didn't know what good fortune caused these two beautiful creatures to come to me, but
I was grateful. I had not had the opportunity to breed in many eons, not since banishment
from my tribe. Like the first alien, this new one was exquisitely warm and soft. I could
sense the intricate rivers of hot fluids coursing inside her soft liquid body. Though tiny,
these alien breeders were complex, mysterious, and delicate. True, my offspring, so much
larger than these fragile bodies were designed for, would sorely test their carrying
capacities. But with some care on my part, I could reasonably hope they would hold
together long enough to get the job done.

I wondered if the new breeder would prove fertile. Though similar, it was not the same
species as the first one. I could hardly contain my excitement. It would be a magnificent
pleasure to explore and penetrate its ripe young flesh. I throbbed with anticipation.

But of course my pleasure was secondary to my Master Plan. I had not progenerated in a
thousand solar years, and my need to multiply was great. If I succeeded, I would be free
at last to build an army of warrior offspring. My quest for interplanetary conquest was on
fire once again, just from the mating potency these two hot little breeder bodies had
ignited in my flesh.

I had learned much from my encounter with the first breeder. With that one, I just took
what I wanted, wasting no time on preliminaries. During the initial seedings, I almost
killed it. Of course, I forgive myself for my excesses. After all I had gone rather a long
time with no outlet for my mating need. It was only natural that I would be eager.
Nevertheless after that first time I wished my mating had not been consummated so fast.
The delicate breeder had been seriously weakened by my attentions, and almost died.

I discovered I had to wait until it laid before I could seed it again. It was capable of
bearing only one egg at a time. And it took almost nine interminable drosts for each egg
to mature, as meanwhile my whole body throbbed with the need to seed. Of necessity, I
developed spectacular self discipline. To do otherwise would have been foolish, since
premature seeding would inevitably have destroyed the precious breeder. Above all I
dared not endanger my eggs.

With this new breeder, I resolved to pursue my pleasure more carefully. This time I
would take all necessary time. The new breeder might even prove durable enough to take
my full power; but for this to occur, I would have to proceed by steps. First, I would
explore the breeder thoroughly, learning everything about its fertile flesh. Then I would
take the time to render the breeder receptive. Only then I would use it and abuse it, giving
every shoot and tendril on my whole, lonely body a chance to enjoy every nook and
cavity of its hot wet little body. After all, I had over a thousand years of stored- up seed
to expend.

Fortunately, the new breeder appeared to be unusually strong for its size, much stronger
than the first one. Strong enough to require caution. If I were not careful, it could even
hurt me. In one short hour, it had already torn shredded a big area of my skin, ripping out
big chunks of my nodes. That hurt. It took all my self discipline to keep from screaming
with pain. This breeder could be dangerous.

So I wouldn't try to break her open by brute force. At least not yet. Does that seem
cowardly of me? Perhaps. But I prefer to call it clever. And cowardice was not the only
reason to avoid a frontal assault on the new breeder's womb. Strategy was. Strategy, and
my desire to possess her so totally that she would never be free of me. I was determined
to maximize the seeding to its fullest potential.
*************

Kara slept. Kara dreamed. Her young, curvaceous body lay slack and vulnerable on the
planetoid's tough leathery skin. For a while, she breathed slowly and steadily, but then
something changed inside her dreaming. Her breath quickened to a panicky staccato. She
tossed her head from side to side, and her full young bosom rose and fell violently in
response to something terrifying inside her mind, as if she were defending her life or her
virtue from monsters. As she struggled with her inner demons, the ground underneath her
came alive. Thousands of tiny, tender, glowing green shoots sprouted and writhed around
her. Tendrils started to creep over the contours of her exposed flesh, but she slept on.
Soon the tiny threads began to cocoon relentlessly around her naked arms and legs. More
of the glowing green fibers attacked her golden hair, weaving themselves into it, pulling
it taut from her skull until it stuck out straight like sun rays.

The tendrils slipped inside her costume, first entering through her blue sleeves, then
invading wherever else they could. She groaned. Within minutes hundreds of shoots were
curling around her breasts, spiraling round and round until they had encased the entire
orbs, including her nipples. They began to squeeze and pulse rythmically. The sleeping
girl's translucent blue costume appeared to writhe with worms.

Shoots of the stuff slithered up out of her cleavage, moving upward to circle her slender
throat. Other shoots probed down under the waistband of her miniskirt, groping into the
crack of her twitching steely bum. Supergirl sighed and squirmed, but didn't wake. As if
they were one, the grass-like shoots throbbed and tensed like muscle flesh, hoisting her
limp shapely legs up off the turf. Her sleeping body was yanked and maneuvered with
sinister purpose. Soon her knees were forced wide apart and stretched back up into her
shoulders.

Tendrils that had crept under her costume from behind began to fill the crotch of her red,
white and blue panties. The sinister stuff surged and pulsed. Like thick green pubic hair,
shoots began to sprout in curls from the elastic leg bands of her underpants. Probing
nodes brushed in feathery swirls over the tender flesh of her inner thighs. Restlessly, the
slumbering maiden of steel whimpered.

She began to buck and heave, gyrating her hips. The plant matter pulsating at her groin
swelled thicker in mass, until it inflated like a giant fist inside her tight panties. A wet
ripping sound split the air. The crotch of her panties had disintegrated. The planetoid's
nectar had rotted through the high tech material. Unconscious, the endangered super
heroine panted, inhaling the sweet, rotting smell of the planetoid's nectar in staccato
gasps.

A green fibrous boll massed at Supergirl's naked crotch. Finger- like branches of it
fastened to her labia and stealthily pried her open. Nectar- coated wormy shoots slithered
into her pussy, flexing, prying, opening the pink glistening flesh like a phalanx of tunnel
builders. Her eyes flickered. For a moment, it seemed she might awaken. She sighed and
opened her knees a little wider.

Dozens of tiny worm shafts poured over the lips of her cunt and burrowed inside her.
Then the greenish mass pulsed and contracted like a single muscle. The clenched
Kryptonian cunt was pried open along its entire length, yawning wide all the way from
her pussy lips to her cervix. She sighed and squirmed.

A single, tiny shoot with an orifice the size of an anus latched onto the bulb of her
swollen clit. The sleeping girl cried out and bucked as the tiny tendril tweaked her. A
stalk of thicker dimension hovered over her face, dripping with nectar, and inserted itself
into her gaping mouth. It began to pump into her. She swallowed greedily. Its nectar
drugged her into deeper sleep.

Tendrils no thicker than fiber optic strands stabbed through the scarlet S of her costume
top and penetrated the tiny apertures of her nipples. The tiny probes penetrated deep into
her breast flesh, writhing, exploring, mapping every capillary of her inner flesh. Similar
strands penetrated Supergirl's anus, urethra, mouth, nostrils, lips, tear ducts, and ears.
Every orifice on her body, no matter how tiny, was penetrated. Even her innocent little
belly button was breached. Her entire body fell under massive invasion as the alien host
explored her inside and out.

After a time, the probes withdrew. The thicker tentacles on her nipples and clit sucked
and yanked with mounting force. Her cunt, gaped by the powerful green fingers of fiber,
leaked a steady ooze of sex juice. A new shoot, radioactive green in color and little
thicker than a vermicelli, surged up out of the ground between her widespread legs. It
reared back like a striking cobra and penetrated her yawning pussy, driving its head in
deep. The penetrator shot in past her cervix, all the way into her womb while the mass of
wormgrass held her open. Deep inside the violated super pussy, the rapacious worm
bullied the unconscious super heroine to orgasm. It was over quickly. She came with a
terrible convulsion. Her piercing shriek sliced through the eerie planetoid silence.

Quickly, silently the seething green mass retracted from her twitching flesh, disappearing
into the leathery ground. The planetoid fell silent. Supergirl moaned, blinked her eyes,
and sat up on one elbow. She looked about in dazed confusion.

"Wow, what a dream," she exclaimed. She ran her fingers down over her body, checking
to see if everything was okay. As she touched her nipples, she winced. Ouch! They had
never hurt like that before. When her fingers inspected between her legs, her blue eyes
bulged and her mouth gaped in disbelief. It hadn't been only a dream! Her panties had
been ripped! Her pussy was soaking wet! Furiously, Supergirl leapt into a battle crouch
and looked around. Nobody. Nothing. Who, or what, had dared to molest the Maiden of
Steel? Whoever or whatever would be sorry, that's for sure.
********************

Anonymous said...

SUPERGIRL ON VIOLANTIS I

Supergirl always felt a little disoriented when she came out of a wormhole. Travelling
between dimensions this way felt as if it were distorting not only her body, but her mental
stability. This time was no different. As she paused in the vacuum of deep space to take a
look around, she felt dizzy, even a little sick. She'd done this kind of interstellar travel
often enough, however, not to let the momentary sensation of weakness frighten her. It
would pass, as it always did.

She was on a critical mission. Esha the Master Thief had escaped from a horde of
pursuing government agents on Earth. They were after the big breasted crook because she
had stolen the last six vials of a top secret experimental formula for a universal
aphrodisiac. The bikini- clad super villain had infiltrated the laboratories of Lexcorp, a
huge international conglomerate, and made off with the poison. If unleashed on an
unwitting American population, this super-concentrated drug would destroy American
society by creating a whole nation of sex psychotics.

The President of the United States herself had pleaded for Supergirl's help in returning
the formula to US government control, so it could be destroyed safely. The beautiful
blond teenager could hardly refuse such a desperate request. Not only that, Lex Luther,
CEO of Lexcorp, had offered Supergirl a substantial bounty if she brought back Esha
alive. The money would be almost enough to pay Supergirl's tuition to college. Besides,
this was personal with her. Esha had humiliated her once to often in their previous
battles, the arrogant bitch. It would be a pleasure to cut her down to size at last.

The control bank on Esha's still- smoking interdimensional transporter indicated that the
buxom blond master criminal had beamed to somewhere near the star system where
Supergirl now orbited, in the vicinity of the mysterious Orgone Cluster. Goddess only
knew why the sadistic villainess had chosen to come here. Little was known about this
sector. Talk about the middle of nowhere!

Supergirl searched carefully with her telescopic X- ray vision. First she checked for red
stars, which could fatally drain her super powers. The nearest was half a parsec distant,
too close for comfort but not close enough for immediate concern. Next, she looked for
yellow stars with planets that might support life. Since Esha was merely human, and had
transported wearing only her usual skimpy black bikini and eye mask, she would have
sought a warm, hospitable planet.

Supergirl frowned prettily. There was no planet nearby that was even remotely habitable
for Earth life. There was only one yellow star, around which orbited two giant Jupiter-
like planets. Either of these would have crushed Esha flat as a cow turd if she'd landed on
them. Everything else hereabouts was a vast desert of asteroids, thousands upon
thousands of drifting, desolate rocks. Supergirl sighed. It would be like a needle in a
haystack if Esha were hidden in that mess. The blond of steel scissors- kicked her
shapely legs and began to fly among the asteroids, searching the cosmic rubble.

Almost an hour went by. The teenager was getting frustrated. "Damn bitch slut," she
muttered, using the special language Esha and her hench girls had taught her that time
when they had imprisoned her in the Kryptonite sarcophagus. "That bimbo cunt is really
pissing me off!" added the baby- faced blond. She was almost ready to give up hope
when she saw what she was looking for.

If she had blinked, she would have flown right past it. The thing was by no means a
planet. It hardly even qualified as a moon. She estimated that it was ten miles long. It was
narrow and flat, shaped like a giant arrow head. But it was covered with dense
vegetation, which shown brilliant green in the bright yellow star light. Supergirl hovered
about a hundred miles above it and looked it over. Despite its size, the object exerted a
considerable gravitational pull, as much as Earth or perhaps a little more. She could see
waterfalls cascading over high, moss covered cliffs, crystal clear lakes, and a verdant
jungle so dense that it resisted the penetration of her X ray gaze. In the midst of the
surrounding cosmic emptiness, this planetoid was so green it shocked the eye. It was very
beautiful.

No doubt that's where her quarry was. "That clever little whore," muttered Supergirl.
"This is the perfect hideout. I bet the slut actually believes I would never find her here!"
She was already picturing in her mind the public adoration that would be hers when she
brought Esha back to Earth in custody. She'd get a medal from President Mary Lynn
Monroe for sure. Maybe even a kiss, in private! With a triumphant burst of speed,
Supergirl hurtled toward the tiny green planetoid.

She must have still been a little woozy from the wormhole. She started to brake for
landing a little too late, and then she found herself off-course. Instead of landing in the
tiny meadow she had selected, she splashed into a deep lake. She sputtered to the surface.
The water was incredibly warm, if it was even water at all. The crystal clear fluid felt
thicker and more viscous than water. Her wet blond hair was plastered to her head.
Tentatively, she licked a little of it from her finger. She frowned. It was sweet!

Very strange. As she swam with powerful strokes toward the lake's shore, she found
herself opening her mouth without thinking and taking in little sips of the goo. It was
delicious, like alien fruit juice. Supergirl waded up out of the lake with thick globules of
the nectar hanging from her hair, elbows, nose and breasts. She wiped it off her face. It
was slippery, like body lotion. The weird substance had soaked through the fabric of her
blue and red costume, saturating the invulnerable material. Supergirl looked down at
herself and giggled self-consciously. The stuff had made her super costume translucent.
She looked like one of those wet tee shirt bimbos back on earth. The nipples of her firm
C cup breasts poked in plain view through the blue cloth. Even her sweet, puckered little
belly button showed through. Underneath the short red skirt, her steely, curvaceous buns
were still partly hidden. But the fabric clung like second skin to the tops of her thighs
showing every curve. She might as well have been naked. "Wow!" she exclaimed. But
after the initial surprise wore off, she forgot about it. After all, nobody was peeping, she
reassured herself. This was an uninhabited planetoid.

Or was it? The amazon maiden set her jaw firmly and peered with her X ray vision
through the impenetrable wall of the dense alien jungle. Somebody was here alright, and
her name began with "E." And she was not going to be happy to see Supergirl.

The jungle was so dense that even her X Ray vision couldn't penetrate it more than a few
hundred yards. The vegetation, if that's what it was, was not at all like on Earth. The
plant-like stems and vines had no leaves, and assumed all sorts of fantastic twisted
shapes. Supergirl shuddered with disgust. The stuff reminded her of a nest of giant
maggots. Some of the bigger stems seemed to pulse and swell as she stared at them,
almost as if they were aware of her. And as she inspected closer, she could see that the
greens were different from Earth vegetation too, nearly black at the roots but glowing
incandescent emerald at the new shoots. Her skin crawled. She hated that color green. It
gave her the creeps.

She took off and cruised slowly above the jungle canopy, looking for any trace of Esha. It
soon became obvious, however, that she was going to need to work at ground level. In
the distance, the planetoid's plant stuff lay flat and lifeless on the wedged surface like the
strings of a worn out carpet. But as she flew over it, the stuff reacted to her presence.
Great big areas of it aroused into vertical position, wagging about like a lawn of giant
wormy stalks. Creepy but kind of exciting. The tuberous tendrils wiggled and writhed so
chaotically that staring into it made her feel a little dizzy.

She landed in a tiny clearing near what had looked from the air like a waterfall. On closer
inspection she discovered it was made of the same viscous sweet nectar as the lake. It
didn't roar down the cliff at all. It oozed, slow and thick. On impulse, she cupped some of
it in her hands and lapped it up with her tongue. The flavor was different from the lake. It
was scrumptious, like licking warm pomegranate ice cream. She gobbled another handful
before she caught herself and stopped. She reminded herself to be cautious. She was
Supergirl, of course, and so nothing could poison her. But she didn't like it when
something alien tempted her so much. First she wanted to know what it was. She ran her
tongue over her slippery lips and waded into the jungle on foot.

The vegetation annoyed her. It was so thick and twisted that she had to break through it to
move forward. Many of the stalks snapped off in her grip like fresh asparagus,
hemorrhaging great spurts of sap. The obnoxious juice soon covered her from head to toe.
Other species of vine were so elastic and slippery that they were hard to get a grip on,
tough to break. Not that this was any challenge to her powers, really, but it was definitely
slowing her down.

The planetoid wasn't spinning on an axis, so the weak yellow sun never moved in the sky.
It was hot. She was sweating. It was impossible to keep track of time. After what seemed
like forever fighting the stubborn jungle, Supergirl sank into a really nasty mood. "Fuck
me," she snarled out loud. "This is really fucked up." For all her work, she had leveled
less than a square mile. Not a single clue to Esha's whereabouts. Nothing. She had clear
cut the area faster than a dozen D6's, but already the weird vegetation was sprouting back
from the ground with tens of thousands of little wormy shoots. In no time, it would be as
if the girl of steel had never been there.

"Esha, you slit licking bimbo," bellowed the frustrated blond. "Do you actually think you
can hide from me?" The thick air was stone silent, except for the hissing and rubbing of
the writhing stalks. Supergirl decided to sit for a moment and think. She needed to come
up with a better strategy. At this rate, it would take forever to search the whole planetoid.
She didn't want to do this job dumb like she usually did because she was too strong to
need to think. She had to come up with a strategy.

She tried to concentrate on how much she hated Esha. But to her annoyance, at the
moment all she felt was lonely. At least Esha was human. True, the blond thief had really
humiliated the gullible Kryptonian lass the last time they met. First the cunning crooked
cunt had tricked the daughter of Kal-el into a Kryptonite trap. Then she had dominated
her mercilessly for over a week. But it was also true that Esha had was a sexual master,
with a body fit for the job. Her mountainous boobs so cushy and plush that Supergirl had
come instantly the first time the bigger girl had forced a kiss on her. Supergirl sighed.
Right now, those mountainous mamms would feel really good to fondle and suck.

Supergirl's eyes bulged in shock. What was the matter with her? What could she be
thinking? She detested Esha. After all, the masked witch had laughed insanely while all
twenty two of her sadistic henchmen had raped their invulnerable captive at least a dozen
times each. It turned out that Esha had been feeding her men the experimental universal
aphrodisiac. And of course Supergirl had proved to be the perfect guinea pig for the
felonious fem's diabolical experiment.

Those black- cowled crooks had plowed the helpless blond super heroine until her womb
was so bloated with their cum that she looked pregnant. But that wasn't the final
humiliation. After the epic gang bang, Esha herself expertly had licked and sucked her
teenage captive to climax after climax. She had driven Supergirl temporarily insane with
pleasure. Just remembering the feel of Esha's tongue on her throbbing clit was making the
girl of steel all wet. Even now.

Supergirl shook her head furiously. Darn that Esha! Here she was having a dirty
daydream about getting raped by her nemesis when she should be hunting for her. She
would just drink a little more of the delicious nectar and get going. She had worked up
quite an appetite.

She got down on her hands and knees and slurped at some of the stuff that oozed from the
jutting stalk of a gigantic plant node. Hungrily, she ran her tongue back and forth along
the fibrous oozing shaft. She was too busy drinking to realize how hot she would have
looked, if anyone was there to see. In this position, her rock hard, up- thrusting little ass
seemed to be just begging for something, anything to grab it. As if on cue, a slender
worm like tendril slithered silently along the ground, reared up like a snake, grew stiff as
a steel pipe, and began to vibrate intensely. The aroused stalk stretched itself until it was
scant inches from her buried blond treasure. A cum-like gush spurted from its bulbous
tip, splattering the girl's nectar soaked miniskirt. Supergirl, however, was too busy
feasting to notice.

The nectar in this clearing tasted different from the others she had sampled. It tasted like
liquid marshmallow. The amazing maiden had always had a weakness for marshmallow.
She lost track of how much she drank. Never had she tasted anything so wonderful. At
last she raised her head and made a most unladylike belch. She rubbed her fingertips
absently over her tummy, which felt very full indeed. She was overdoing it, of course, but
the juices on this planet were scrumptious. She might as well enjoy them. Glancing up,
she noticed with surprise that the sky was turning red with a spectacular sunset. So there
was time on this planetoid after all. Whatever. She wouldn't stay around long enough to
get used to it. She would grab that black hearted Esha bitch and fly. That was her plan.

But just at the moment she felt a little drowsy. This was annoying, but not alarming. She
never slept on Earth of course. But sometimes flushing through a wormhole could make
her sleepy. She debated. She knew she should keep hunting, but the opportunity to nap
was rare for her. Sleeping was a precious pleasure. Maybe she would even dream. Why
not? She slumped heavily to the mossy ground.

Lights out.
************

The nubile alien breeder lay sleeping on my forest floor. This one was constructed much
like the first arrival, only more petite and younger. But I could tell it was very, very
different. The voluptuous curves of its tiny mammal flesh incited my entire body. All my
thousands of stalks, vines, and tendrils pulsed in response to it. Mammals make the best
breeders, as everyone knows. Although I had never before encountered this mammal
type, I could tell they were perfectly constructed for my purposes. For one thing, they
were equipped with multiple dark, wet, warm cavities to protect and nurture my seed. But
even better, they sported pairs of large, spherical nectar- producing sacks on their torsos.
True, the mamms on this new one were underdeveloped compared to those of her
predecessor. At their current size they would never produce enough food to satisfy my
young, so I would need to enhance them. But that would be easy. With a bit of
stimulation and a steady diet of my potent secretions, they would swell sufficiently to
nourish my hungry newborn.

I didn't know what good fortune caused these two beautiful creatures to come to me, but
I was grateful. I had not had the opportunity to breed in many eons, not since banishment
from my tribe. Like the first alien, this new one was exquisitely warm and soft. I could
sense the intricate rivers of hot fluids coursing inside her soft liquid body. Though tiny,
these alien breeders were complex, mysterious, and delicate. True, my offspring, so much
larger than these fragile bodies were designed for, would sorely test their carrying
capacities. But with some care on my part, I could reasonably hope they would hold
together long enough to get the job done.

I wondered if the new breeder would prove fertile. Though similar, it was not the same
species as the first one. I could hardly contain my excitement. It would be a magnificent
pleasure to explore and penetrate its ripe young flesh. I throbbed with anticipation.

But of course my pleasure was secondary to my Master Plan. I had not progenerated in a
thousand solar years, and my need to multiply was great. If I succeeded, I would be free
at last to build an army of warrior offspring. My quest for interplanetary conquest was on
fire once again, just from the mating potency these two hot little breeder bodies had
ignited in my flesh.

I had learned much from my encounter with the first breeder. With that one, I just took
what I wanted, wasting no time on preliminaries. During the initial seedings, I almost
killed it. Of course, I forgive myself for my excesses. After all I had gone rather a long
time with no outlet for my mating need. It was only natural that I would be eager.
Nevertheless after that first time I wished my mating had not been consummated so fast.
The delicate breeder had been seriously weakened by my attentions, and almost died.

I discovered I had to wait until it laid before I could seed it again. It was capable of
bearing only one egg at a time. And it took almost nine interminable drosts for each egg
to mature, as meanwhile my whole body throbbed with the need to seed. Of necessity, I
developed spectacular self discipline. To do otherwise would have been foolish, since
premature seeding would inevitably have destroyed the precious breeder. Above all I
dared not endanger my eggs.

With this new breeder, I resolved to pursue my pleasure more carefully. This time I
would take all necessary time. The new breeder might even prove durable enough to take
my full power; but for this to occur, I would have to proceed by steps. First, I would
explore the breeder thoroughly, learning everything about its fertile flesh. Then I would
take the time to render the breeder receptive. Only then I would use it and abuse it, giving
every shoot and tendril on my whole, lonely body a chance to enjoy every nook and
cavity of its hot wet little body. After all, I had over a thousand years of stored- up seed
to expend.

Fortunately, the new breeder appeared to be unusually strong for its size, much stronger
than the first one. Strong enough to require caution. If I were not careful, it could even
hurt me. In one short hour, it had already torn shredded a big area of my skin, ripping out
big chunks of my nodes. That hurt. It took all my self discipline to keep from screaming
with pain. This breeder could be dangerous.

So I wouldn't try to break her open by brute force. At least not yet. Does that seem
cowardly of me? Perhaps. But I prefer to call it clever. And cowardice was not the only
reason to avoid a frontal assault on the new breeder's womb. Strategy was. Strategy, and
my desire to possess her so totally that she would never be free of me. I was determined
to maximize the seeding to its fullest potential.
*************

Kara slept. Kara dreamed. Her young, curvaceous body lay slack and vulnerable on the
planetoid's tough leathery skin. For a while, she breathed slowly and steadily, but then
something changed inside her dreaming. Her breath quickened to a panicky staccato. She
tossed her head from side to side, and her full young bosom rose and fell violently in
response to something terrifying inside her mind, as if she were defending her life or her
virtue from monsters. As she struggled with her inner demons, the ground underneath her
came alive. Thousands of tiny, tender, glowing green shoots sprouted and writhed around
her. Tendrils started to creep over the contours of her exposed flesh, but she slept on.
Soon the tiny threads began to cocoon relentlessly around her naked arms and legs. More
of the glowing green fibers attacked her golden hair, weaving themselves into it, pulling
it taut from her skull until it stuck out straight like sun rays.

The tendrils slipped inside her costume, first entering through her blue sleeves, then
invading wherever else they could. She groaned. Within minutes hundreds of shoots were
curling around her breasts, spiraling round and round until they had encased the entire
orbs, including her nipples. They began to squeeze and pulse rythmically. The sleeping
girl's translucent blue costume appeared to writhe with worms.

Shoots of the stuff slithered up out of her cleavage, moving upward to circle her slender
throat. Other shoots probed down under the waistband of her miniskirt, groping into the
crack of her twitching steely bum. Supergirl sighed and squirmed, but didn't wake. As if
they were one, the grass-like shoots throbbed and tensed like muscle flesh, hoisting her
limp shapely legs up off the turf. Her sleeping body was yanked and maneuvered with
sinister purpose. Soon her knees were forced wide apart and stretched back up into her
shoulders.

Tendrils that had crept under her costume from behind began to fill the crotch of her red,
white and blue panties. The sinister stuff surged and pulsed. Like thick green pubic hair,
shoots began to sprout in curls from the elastic leg bands of her underpants. Probing
nodes brushed in feathery swirls over the tender flesh of her inner thighs. Restlessly, the
slumbering maiden of steel whimpered.

She began to buck and heave, gyrating her hips. The plant matter pulsating at her groin
swelled thicker in mass, until it inflated like a giant fist inside her tight panties. A wet
ripping sound split the air. The crotch of her panties had disintegrated. The planetoid's
nectar had rotted through the high tech material. Unconscious, the endangered super
heroine panted, inhaling the sweet, rotting smell of the planetoid's nectar in staccato
gasps.

A green fibrous boll massed at Supergirl's naked crotch. Finger- like branches of it
fastened to her labia and stealthily pried her open. Nectar- coated wormy shoots slithered
into her pussy, flexing, prying, opening the pink glistening flesh like a phalanx of tunnel
builders. Her eyes flickered. For a moment, it seemed she might awaken. She sighed and
opened her knees a little wider.

Dozens of tiny worm shafts poured over the lips of her cunt and burrowed inside her.
Then the greenish mass pulsed and contracted like a single muscle. The clenched
Kryptonian cunt was pried open along its entire length, yawning wide all the way from
her pussy lips to her cervix. She sighed and squirmed.

A single, tiny shoot with an orifice the size of an anus latched onto the bulb of her
swollen clit. The sleeping girl cried out and bucked as the tiny tendril tweaked her. A
stalk of thicker dimension hovered over her face, dripping with nectar, and inserted itself
into her gaping mouth. It began to pump into her. She swallowed greedily. Its nectar
drugged her into deeper sleep.

Tendrils no thicker than fiber optic strands stabbed through the scarlet S of her costume
top and penetrated the tiny apertures of her nipples. The tiny probes penetrated deep into
her breast flesh, writhing, exploring, mapping every capillary of her inner flesh. Similar
strands penetrated Supergirl's anus, urethra, mouth, nostrils, lips, tear ducts, and ears.
Every orifice on her body, no matter how tiny, was penetrated. Even her innocent little
belly button was breached. Her entire body fell under massive invasion as the alien host
explored her inside and out.

After a time, the probes withdrew. The thicker tentacles on her nipples and clit sucked
and yanked with mounting force. Her cunt, gaped by the powerful green fingers of fiber,
leaked a steady ooze of sex juice. A new shoot, radioactive green in color and little
thicker than a vermicelli, surged up out of the ground between her widespread legs. It
reared back like a striking cobra and penetrated her yawning pussy, driving its head in
deep. The penetrator shot in past her cervix, all the way into her womb while the mass of
wormgrass held her open. Deep inside the violated super pussy, the rapacious worm
bullied the unconscious super heroine to orgasm. It was over quickly. She came with a
terrible convulsion. Her piercing shriek sliced through the eerie planetoid silence.

Quickly, silently the seething green mass retracted from her twitching flesh, disappearing
into the leathery ground. The planetoid fell silent. Supergirl moaned, blinked her eyes,
and sat up on one elbow. She looked about in dazed confusion.

"Wow, what a dream," she exclaimed. She ran her fingers down over her body, checking
to see if everything was okay. As she touched her nipples, she winced. Ouch! They had
never hurt like that before. When her fingers inspected between her legs, her blue eyes
bulged and her mouth gaped in disbelief. It hadn't been only a dream! Her panties had
been ripped! Her pussy was soaking wet! Furiously, Supergirl leapt into a battle crouch
and looked around. Nobody. Nothing. Who, or what, had dared to molest the Maiden of
Steel? Whoever or whatever would be sorry, that's for sure.
********************

Uncle Sammy said...

Thank you.