The guards led the well-fucked and exhausted Supergirl out of her cell. After she was cleaned up, Supergirl was led to the uppermost floor of the compound, into a large, excessively decorated bedroom. Passively, she let the guards carry her to the large bed at the center of the room, and she didn’t try to resist at all when they chained her wrists and ankles to the four posts of the bed.

“Have fun, Superslut!” one of the guards chuckled as they left. Supergirl waited in silence. Dazed after so many orgasms, she was vaguely aware that she was about to be used again, and this meant that her body was going to betray her again. The thought of the humiliation this would bring her, frightened her. And indeed, much to her shame, her body was already beginning to respond even to this thought. It was already adjusting to the constant arousal and frequent orgasms, and now Supergirl could feel her pussy getting hotter and hotter. Oh no, she thought, somebody, please help me…

The door opened. Supergirl turned and saw Catwoman. Still wearing her mask, she was naked except for a pair of long, black leather gloves and knee- high boots. Supergirl couldn’t help staring at Catwoman’s exquisite body, especially her strong arms and her full, firm breasts. Oh God, Supergirl thought, what has become of me now…

“My pet…” Catwoman purred as she approached. “Did you have fun this evening?” she giggled as she ran her hand along her captive’s body, and she laughed triumphantly as she saw Supergirl blushing with shame.

“Please…” Supergirl pleaded, “please don’t humiliate me anymore!”

“Humiliate?” Catwoman laughed as she grabbed one of Supergirl’s pierced nipples and twisted it, causing Supergirl to wince in pain. “You’ll soon find out what humiliation is, Superslut! And don’t forget what you are! You’re a fuck toy! And I can do anything I want with you! Do you get it!?” Catwoman scolded as she continued to twist and pull at Supergirl’s nipple.

“Yes, yes, oh, oh,” Supergirl wailed. Satisfied, Catwoman stopped twisting and instead began toying with Supergirl’s nipple gently, and it hardened immediately. Climbing on the bed, she took Supergirl’s other nipple in her month and began sucking it. She held the nipple ring with her teeth and pulled it gently. At this Supergirl couldn’t hold back any longer and let out a moan. She closed her eyes and moaned again and again as Catwoman continued sucking her nipple.

“Ah!” her moan turned into a cry of pain and surprise when suddenly Catwoman bit down cruelly on her nipple. Immediately, Catwoman resumed sucking. When she felt Supergirl’s body relax, she bit down on her nipple again. “Ah! Ah!” Supergirl cried out. It felt so good when Catwoman sucked her nipple, but she was also afraid that Catwoman was going to bite her again. This mixture of fear and anticipation had kept her body on high alert, magnifying both the pleasure and the pain, and she was now trembling with excitement.

“Oh, oh,” Supergirl moaned in frustration when Catwoman suddenly stopped. Catwoman climbed up and straddled her face.

“Want me to continue, slut?”

“Y–yes,” Supergirl answered almost automatically.

“Well, you’ve got to earn it!” Catwoman purred as she rubbed her pussy against Supergirl’s face. “Lick it, slut!” Desperate to come, Supergirl stuck out her tongue and hesitantly licked Catwoman’s wet lips. “Yes!” Catwoman hissed. Grabbing Supergirl’s head with both hands, she barked out instructions, which Supergirl followed eagerly. Within seconds she came, drenching Supergirl’s face with her juices.

“Not bad, slut,” Catwoman purred and patted Supergirl’s head. “Don’t stop.” As Supergirl continued licking her she turned around to face Supergirl’s pussy and began licking the bound heroine’s wet slit in return. Immediately, Supergirl let out a grunt of pleasure and began grinding her hips against Catwoman’s face. The two of them lapped hungrily at each other’s pussy as they approached orgasm. When Catwoman came again, she slowly shoved her middle finger up Supergirl’s asshole. This brought Supergirl over the edge, and the young heroine came crying out loudly and wriggling her hips uncontrollably.

From that day on Supergirl’s life almost became a routine. Her morning began with her training in sexual techniques. In the afternoon, she would be strapped down on an examination table in Dr Rancor’s lab, where he would carry out tests and examinations on her. When Dr Rancor wanted a break, he would unzip and stand next to her head and Supergirl would obediently suck him and swallow his cum. If the experiments finished early, Supergirl would be returned to her cell where she would be fucked several times before dinner. She would then have to wait at the dinner table for Catwoman, Dr Rancor, and a group of men selected by Catwoman from her henchmen every day. Her waitress’ costume consisted in two leather straps, tied around her breasts to make them stand out, and two bells attached to her nipple rings, which jingled merrily when she moved around.

Supergirl was constantly fondled as she served, and by the end of the dinner her pussy would be dripping-wet, which made her ready for the gang- bang that followed. After that, she would be cleaned up and sent to Catwoman’s bedroom to provide pleasure for Catwoman and, sometimes, the studs that she selected. If Catwoman was in a good mood, or if Supergirl pleased her, she would have Supergirl spend the night with her. Otherwise, Supergirl would be sent back to her room, where she would be used for God knows how many times before the night finally ended. This day, Supergirl arrived at her “training room” to find Catwoman waiting for her with what looked like her tunic in her hand.

“Remember this, Superslut?” Catwoman asked.

“Y-yes,” Supergirl answered, her voice shaking with emotion.

“Do you know that in the past four weeks, the crime rate of Metropolis has almost doubled? The police there are absolutely useless. I’m sure the people there must miss you.”

“Y-yes,” Supergirl answered meekly. What is Catwoman getting at? Is she going to give her back her life, her freedom?

“Yes, you’re going to have your life back,” Catwoman said, as if reading her mind. “But only for today. You see, there is a hostage situation in Metropolis. Some bank rubbers are holding up a dozen customers in a bank, and the police need you. An easy job for Supergirl, I imagine.”

“Wh-why are you doing this?” Supergirl asked, alarmed.

“Why?” Catwoamn laughed. “Wouldn’t you want to help those people? Wouldn’t you want to be Supergirl again?”

“Y…Yes,” Supergirl answered, her eyes swelling with tears.

“Good!” Catwoman laughed. At her signal her henchmen removed Supergirl’s collar and cuffs, and immediately Supergirl could feel her body coming alive with power. She couldn’t believe that she was getting some of her powers back. “Here, take this!” said Catwoman as she threw Supergirl her tunic.

“This, this is not…” Supergirl looked up in surprise. The tunic that Catwoman gave her was made of polyester, and it was so poorly sewn that it looked more like a costume in a primary school drama production.

“This is what you’re getting, I’m afraid,” said Dr Rancor chuckling.

“No!” Supergirl protested.

“No?” Said Catwoman. “Let me show you something.” She switched on a monitor and it showed a cell similar to Supergirl’s. In the middle, bound to a chair, was a girl in catholic school uniform. She was gagged and blindfolded. “Her name is Pammy. She’s fifteen. You see, if you refuse to go help those people at the bank or if you don’t come back, little Pammy will take your place in today’s after-dinner party. You wouldn’t want that to happen, would you?”

“How could you!” Supergirl struck out angrily at Catwoman, but was immediately held by her henchmen.

“Slut!” Catwoman scolded and slapped her across her face. Looking at Supergirl’s heaving breasts, she had an idea. With her men holding Supergirl, she began slapping her breasts real hard. “Ah! Ah!” Supergirl cried out in pain as her breasts swung from side to side under the force of Catwoman’s blows. Soon they were reddened. “Have you had enough, slut? Will you do it now?” Catwoman scolded.

“Oh, oh, yes, yes,” Supergirl whimpered, with tears running down her cheeks.

“Shit!” Nick Hammond couldn’t believe his bad luck. Everyone has been saying that Supergirl has left Metropolis, and fresh out of jail, he thought it’s now finally his turn to make some big bucks. But his bank job has been nothing but a disaster. The alarm ran off before he and his gang could do anything, and they were soon surrounded by the police. Hell, even the news teams were there. And just when he thought they could still get away with the cash by using the hostages, there she is, Supergirl, flying towards them.

“Fuck!” Nick cursed as Supergirl flew in through an open window. He could hear the crowd cheer outside. “Stand back!” He shouted, waving his gun at the young heroine. The other members of his gang -there were five of them- also pointed their guns at her.

“Listen to me, Sir!” Supergirl said firmly. When she was flying to the crime scene she kept telling herself to be brave. Maybe she can still resolve the situation. Just don’t let them know… “The police already has this place surrounded. You must give yourselves up!” she went on, trying her best to sound confident.

While he was trying desperately to figure out what to do, Nick noticed something. Somehow Supergirl didn’t look right. He had never met her before and had no idea what she would look like, but the costume of the Supergirl standing before him just looked kind of cheap. Even from where he was standing, he could see that the “S” was sewn onto the tunic, and the seams were clearly visible. If she hadn’t flown in through the window, he would have thought that she’s a fake. But he had to act fast. Now that Supergirl’s here, the police will be closing in on them soon.

“No way!” he shouted when he thought about that, and angrily he fired a shot at the Supergirl who had come to make his bad day even worse. Oh no! Supergirl thought as she instinctively raised her arm to block the bullet. The bullet couldn’t harm her, but the force was enough to make her take a step back. Puzzled, Nick fired at her again, and this time the force of the impact was enough to knock Supergirl down to the floor.

“Ah!” Supergirl cried out. Although she wasn’t injured, it was still painful when the bullet hit her arm. One of his gang member joined in and fired a shot at Supergirl, hitting her in the stomach. While the bullet bounced off her body, Supergirl also curled up with the pain. Seizing this opportunity, two other gang members jumped on her and overpowered her. Nick was thrilled.

Rushing to the window, he shouted to the police outside, “We have now captured Supergirl! Don’t come any closer or we’ll kill everyone inside!” Then he walked back to face Supergirl, who was now held standing up with her arms held behind her back by two guys.

“Let go of me!” Supergirl snapped.

“Shut up, bitch!” Nick slapped her. “And tell us who you are!”

“I’m, I’m Supergirl!” The young heroine protested angrily.

“Then how come you’re so useless?” Nick said as he eyed the girl up and down. The way her breasts were heaving showed that she was obviously not wearing a bra, and her tunic was so thin that her nipples were clearly visible. What kind of bimbo would jumped into a situation like this wearing Supergirl’s costume? And how could she fly? And how could such a flimsy-looking tunic stop his bullets?

“No!” Supergirl screamed as Nick reached out and grabbed the front of her tunic. Smiling cruelly, he pulled and easily ripped it open, and Supergirl’s breasts sprung free. “Holy shit…” Nick murmured. The tunic was just made of some cheap, thin polyester, and there was no way it could be bullet-proof. So this broad is really Supergirl! But from the way she dressed, she look more like a cheap slut! She had not only made such a thin tunic and worn it without a bra, but her nipples were pierced as well! Mesmerized at the sight of Supergirl’s breasts, Nick reached down and grabbed Supergirl’s crotch.

“No!” Supergirl screamed and tried to kick him, but her legs were firmly held by two other guys. “Oh, no!” she cried out in dismay as Nick tore her tunic open, exposing her pierced pussy.

“Look at her! Her cunt is pierced too!” One guy exclaimed. “Holy shit! What kind of a crime fighter are you?” Nick asked.

“Let go of me!” Supergirl shouted angrily and struggled desperately against the men holding her. This is like a nightmare. Not only is she captured by a bunch of inexperienced bank-robbers, her costume was now torn and her most private parts were exposed for everyone to see. Although she had been naked ever since her capture and Catwoman’s henchmen had been using her in almost every imaginable way, she was now exposed in front of everyone in the bank. These are people who were just ordinary citizens, who respected her and relied on her as their protection against crime, and now they could all see her naked, with her nipples and her pussy pierced, and there were also the news cameras outside… Glancing at them, Supergirl could see that all the hostages were staring at her, some with their month wide-open, some with a look of disdain on their face. A mother covered the eyes of her son.

“Let me go!” she cried out in despair.

“Not so easily!” Nick chuckled. “Maybe I’m going back to the joint today, but not without fucking Supergirl!” he shouted. With his men pressing Supergirl down on a desk, he took off his pants and climbed on top of her.

“No!” Supergirl cried out as Nick entered her.

“Hey guys, she’s wet!” he cried out in surprise. “You like this, huh?” he chuckled as he fucked her roughly, squeezing her breasts so hard that Supergirl winced in pain.

“Oh, oh,” despite herself, Supergirl began moaning in pleasure. Her moans were soon muffled when a member of the gang forced his cock into her mouth. The man came quickly, and soon he was shooting his cum into her mouth. Supergirl could not take the humiliation of swallowing his cum. She opened her mouth and the man’s cum dripped down her cheeks, and the whole gang cheered. Much to her fear, she found herself approaching orgasm, and her body began squirming uncontrollably. Please, she screamed in her mind, somebody help me…

Suddenly she heard several shots, and Nick’s fucking stopped. Supergirl opened her eyes and saw that a hole was blown open in his chest. When Nick collapsed on top of her, she could also feel the grips on her wrists and ankles loosening. She pulled her arms free, and immediately pushed Nick off her. Struggling to get up, she could see that all the gang members were down, and SWAT officers were breaking into the bank from everywhere. As they checked on the hostages and the robbers, Supergirl climbed off the desk, trying to cover herself with her cape. The cape was too short to cover her pussy, which was glistening with wetness. Her thighs were wet with her juices too.

“Supergirl! are you alright?” a little boy called out as she tried to wipe her juices off her thighs. Supergirl looked up and recognized that it was a boy whose life she once saved.

“Y–yes, I’m okay–” she stammered, but she was cut off by the boy’s mother.

“Don’t you speak to that woman, Mark!” she said to the boy sternly.

“But, but she saved me once!” the boy said.

“Can’t you see? She’s a prostitute! A bad woman!” The woman continued as she dragged her son away. Tears of pain and humiliation were swelling in Supergirl’s eyes when a detective came over. Supergirl recognized him too, as they had worked together before.

“Supergirl, are you alright?” he asked her the same question, but there was no concern in his voice. Instead, there was a wide grin on his face. Supergirl didn’t answer. Biting her lip, she flew out of the window without looking back.

She cried as she flew to the rendezvous point with Catwoman. These self-righteous people! She thought angrily. The citizens of Metropolis, who she thought were her friends, they were not grateful at all for what she had done for them. They didn’t even try to find out what had happened to her or why she was like that, they just turned their back on her outright.

Wiping the tears off her face, she landed at the rendezvous point, where she was greeted by several of Catwoman’s henchmen. They blindfolded her and put the krytonite collar and cuffs back on, and led her into a helicopter standing by, which would take them back to Catwoman’s dent. While the men had left her tunic on, Supergirl wanted it to be taken off, because it only reminded her of what she had undergone. To make things worse, the men continued to tease her during their flight.

“Please!” Supergirl pleaded, “That’s enough, please!”

“Are you telling me to shut up, Superslut?” One of the men asked as he grabbed her nipple-ring and pulled.

“Ah! No, no! I’m sorry!” Supergirl whimpered.

“Then shut the fuck up, you slut! Here, take this!” The man said as he pressed her head down to meet his erect cock. Supergirl opened her mouth obediently as she felt its tip touched her lips.

“Did you have fun, my pet?” Catwoman purred as she greeted Supergirl in her training room. “We’ve been watching it on the news. Tell me, how many times did you come?”

“Why are you doing this to me?” Supergirl wailed as the blindfold was removed. “Haven’t you got what you want already? The police can’t stop you now, and what more to you want? Why don’t you just kill me?”

“Tsk, tsk, look at her! Once back in her stupid uniform, our Superslut is talking like the haughty Supergirl again!” said Catwoman. “C’mon boys, go and remind her who she is!” At Catwoman’s words the men immediately grabbed Supergirl. With her hands cuffed behind her back, she was totally defenseless. She could only plead and watch in horror as they took a long piece of rope and tied it around her breasts. She winced in pain as the men pulled the rope tight. What’s worse, they passed the rope through a trolley in the ceiling and pulled her up so that her feet were about two feet off the ground.

“Aaaaaaaargh!” Supergirl cried out in agony as she hung on her breasts. To add to her pain, the men took of their belts and began whipping her all over her body. Supergirl swung around as she struggled madly, which only put more strain on her breasts. She was almost delirious with the pain which enveloped her entire body. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” she swung her head and cried out. The tunic which she still had on was by now ripped to pieces, revealing a body covered with red welts.

“So have you had enough?” After what seemed like an eternity, Catwoman finally stopped the men.

“Yes, yes,” Supergirl answered weakly, her voice hoarse from screaming.

“Then tell us, who are you?”

“I’m, I’m Su-superslut…”

“What?”

“I…am…Superslut…and I am a f–fuck toy, pl…please use me anyway you want…” Supergirl answered, gasping, with tears running down her cheeks.

“Oh, I wasn’t expecting such an elaborate answer!” Catwoman giggled. “Well boys, you heard the slut!” Quickly her men let Supergirl down. Supergirl moaned as the ropes on her breasts were untied, and she waited submissively as they uncuffed her. Immediately the men’s hands were all over her, and what remained of her tunic was torn off her body. Catwoman watched with a smile as Supergirl lowered herself onto a man’s cock. Another man entered her asshole from behind, and a third man took his place in her mouth.

“Have fun, boys,” she said as she turned to leave.