Supergirl and Alisha Keener landed in the middle of a deserted field
about 25 miles outside of Metropolis. “I don’t see anything,” the Maid of
Steel muttered. “Where is he?”
“Over here,” Alisha whispered. She walked up to a large abandoned
utility shed. “The door’s in here.”
Sure enough, the front of the shed swung open to reveal a descending
staircase. The two teenage girls walked down the steps into a large well
appointed room. “This is the place,” Alisha announced. “Lex,” she
called out. “Lex, we made it. It worked like a fuckin’ charm!”
A door opened. From an adjoining room out stepped Lex Luthor. In
his early thirties, dressed in a black turtleneck sweater and gray slacks,
Lex was the same age as her cousin Kal-El. He was handsome and in top
condition. Lex had a decidedly commanding presence. With his distinctive
bald head, Lex could have easily passed for a successful Hollywood actor.
He walked up to Alisha and gave the buxom blond a clearly too
familiar passionate kiss on the mouth. “Ah, welcome back, dear. I see you
brought a friend along this time?”
Alisha giggled. “Lex, I want you to meet the new Supergirl. The
Kryptonite cigarettes worked just like you promised. She’s totally
transformed. She’s a real slut now, and she’s itching to meet you.” She
laughed. “Supergirl even told me that she greatly admires you.”
Supergirl stuck out her hand. Lex ignored it. Instead he moved
closer and gave the befuddled Maid of Steel a shameless hug and a gentle kiss
on the cheek. She shivered in response to the stimulation of his body
against hers. Lex laughed out loud.
“We don’t do `shaking hands’ bullshit, Supergirl. We’re sexual
creatures and we like being sexual. Touch for pleasure is part of what we
all want. You’ll understand soon enough.”
“I already understand,” Supergirl blushed. “At least, I want to.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you do,” Lex smiled, offering the Maid of Steel a
chair beside Alisha. “Now, tell me what happened to you this evening,
Supergirl. Tell me how you feel about it.”
“I’d love to, Lex,” Supergirl grinned. She felt strangely
privileged just to be in his presence. “But first, I wondered if I could
have another of those cigarettes?”
“Absolutely,” Lex nodded, gazing at Alisha. The buxom blond got
another one from her purse and handed it to Supergirl. “I see you’ve
really taken to the nasty habit of smoking, haven’t you, Supergirl?”
Supergirl nodded vigorously, having just lit up. The cigarette stood
at a ninety degree angle from her mouth and her furiously collapsing cheeks.
She eventually sucked down a large deposit of thick smoke.
“Yeah, I sure have, Lex,” she volunteered, with smoke spurting from
her lips over several successive breaths. “I understand that somehow you
designed these delicious cigarettes to liberate me. God, they’re so
fuckin’ delicious! Please, explain how that worked.”
“I will, Kara,” Lex answered, purposely using her Kryptonian name.
“But first tell me all about your unexpected conversion at the hands of
little Alisha. My God, Supergirl, isn’t Alisha a lovely girl, by the way?”
“Yeah, she sure as hell is,” the Maid of Steel quickly agreed with
a depraved twinkle in her eye. “I’m so glad Alisha made me smoke. I feel
like I’ll never be the same!”
“No, you definitely won’t,” Lex agreed. “Now, let me hear the
whole delicious story!”
Supergirl and Alisha told him everything that happened outside the
orphanage that night. Supergirl went on to describe the personality
transformation she felt the more she smoked Alisha’s magical cigarettes.
“So what is it you put in these things, Lex? Please tell me. I have to
know!”
“I’ll be delighted to explain, you gorgeous Bitch of Steel.” He
laughed. “God, I don’t believe it. The demure Maid of Steel transformed
into a wicked Bitch of Steel. Holy fuck, Superman would shit a brick if he
knew what happened to his beloved cousin tonight!”
With a wicked snarl Supergirl dragged on her cigarette and let out a
throaty laugh. “And I bet it’s all part of your devious plan, Lex. Am I
right?”
“Correct, Superbitch. Let me explain. You’re familiar with Red
Kryptonite, aren’t you?” The Bitch of Steel nodded. “Sure, Superman’s
warned you about it. In some ways Red Kryptonite is more dangerous than
Green Kryptonite. It’s totally unpredictable. Till someone from Krypton is
exposed there’s no way to predict the reaction it’ll bring about. Green
Kryptonite is easy. You’re exposed, you weaken and eventually you die. But
with Red Kryptonite strange and unpredictable things happen.”
“I know that,” Supergirl impatiently interrupted. “So what’s the
fuckin’ point?”
“Well said, Bitch of Steel,” Luthor laughed uproariously. “Well
said. So here’s the deal. A couple years ago one of Superman’s other
enemies exposed him to a particular piece of Red Kryptonite. It had an
amazing effect. It changed Superman’s personality. For a short time it
turned him into an evil twin of himself. He became wicked, selfish and
depraved. God, it must have been delightful to see. Unfortunately I was in
jail at the time. But I heard about it. Equally unfortunately, as soon as
that piece of Red Kryptonite was no longer near him, Superman reverted to his
usual goody-goody self, captured Gorman and disposed of the Red Kryptonite
wearing lead gloves.” Lex patiently folded his hands on his lap and stared
at his audience. “Upon escaping from prison I procured a piece of that
chunk of Red Kryptonite.”
“But I thought you said my cousin got rid of it?”
“Yeah, he thought he did,” Lex grinned. “But luckily the
excavating company he told to bury it deep underground knew that someone
might someday want it. It cost a small fortune, but for a price they sold me
some. The problem was, how to use it effectively? Gorman’s mistake was
trying to hold it near Superman. I knew that wouldn’t work. I needed a
surreptitious delivery system, one that kept the Red Kryptonite near him
without a way to get free. At first I considered mixing it with food. But
in hours, a day at most, food passes through the digestive system. So that
was no good. Then I stumbled on the idea of using cigarette smoke to deliver
the Red Kryptonite.” There was a devious twinkle in his eyes. “Smokers
repeatedly pull cigarette smoke into their lungs. They do it over and over.
The tiny particulate matter that makes up the smoke has literally no way to
escape. It mostly stays inside the lungs. That’s why smoking’s
dangerous.” Lex reached in his pocket and displayed a gold pack of Benson &
Hedges 100’s. “But that’s what makes life exciting, isn’t it, Supergirl?
A little danger? It’s the spice of life!”
Luther put one of his long cigarettes in his mouth. Ceremoniously he
lit up, joining his two smoking teenage comrades. “I also love to smoke,
you see. So, Supergirl, I finally decided to mix microscopic specks of Red
Kryptonite with ordinary tobacco. It’s a fuckin’ perfect delivery system.
Once you breathe in the smoke, the particulate matter remains inside your
lungs and continually radiates its transforming effects onto its unsuspecting
victim, beginning a total transformation. My only problem was, how to get
Superman to smoke? I considered having someone smoke a Red Kryptonite
cigarette near him. But breathing in Red Kryptonite smoke second-hand isn’t
powerful enough. To work, the smoke has to be taken deep into the lungs.
That’s when I thought of you, baby. I knew an impressionable young girl
like you would be much easier to trick into trying one of my delicious Red
Kryptonite cigarettes. Alisha blackmailed you into smoking with her, and it
worked perfectly.”
“Yeah, but you forgot to mention, Lex. There was another problem,”
Alisha interrupted. “You also had to -.”
“Hush, bitch,” Lex barked at Alisha. He smiled at Supergirl.
“Forgive me, Kara. Alisha’s right. I forgot to explain. There was one
other problem to make it work on you. I had to make you keep smoking the Red
Kryptonite cigarettes. So I added microscopic specks of Green Kryptonite
into the tobacco blend, not enough for you to feel, but enough to weaken your
superpowers so nicotine’s addictiveness got under your skin, so to speak.
My cigarettes wind up with three additives. Together they make you a
lifelong smoker and, being from Krypton, an evil bitch. The first is the
microscopic Red Kryptonite specks in the smoke. They stay in your lungs and
make sure you remain evil. The second is microscopic Green Kryptonite specks
to weaken your immune system. They ensure that the third addition works, my
chemical enhancement to the tobacco that makes smoking it instantly
addictive. So in your hand, my lovely little Kara, you hold a chemical
miracle! That cigarette instantly addicts anyone to nicotine. The Green
Kyrptonite makes it work on you, but it works equally well on anybody who
inhales the smoke. It makes them need to keep smoking incessantly. Because
the smoke also contains Red Kryptonite, it transforms your personality as you
smoke.” Lex cackled. “With one good inhale your body inescapably craved
nicotine; so you kept on smoking and became thoroughly wicked. You’re now
as wicked as Alisha or me, and also an incurable nicotine addict. It took
just one smoky inhale. The best part is you don’t mind. All you want to do
now is smoke!” He laughed maliciously. “God, the tobacco companies would
love to get their clammy mitts on my chemical enhancement formula. It’d
sure make their marketing easier.”
Supergirl nodded. “So let me get this straight. First you
chemically altered the tobacco in the cigarettes making the cigarettes
instantly addictive. Then you put microscopic specks of Green Kryptonite in
the smoke to weaken my superpowers so I couldn’t resist the addictive
additive? Finally you included Red Kryptonite specks in the smoke so that,
once I inhaled it, continuous doses got delivered into my body and brought
about the desired effect, namely, to transform me into a smoker and an evil
twin of my former self?”
Lex leaned back proudly. “You’ve got it, baby. And it sure as
hell worked, didn’t it?”
Supergirl laughed viciously. “God, it sure as hell did. Shit, this
is great! I love it. Luthor, you’re an absolute fuckin’ genius! Hell, I
love the new me. I fuckin’ hate the old Supergirl. God, how can I ever
thank you?”
Luthor leered at Alisha. “Oh, don’t worry, Supergirl. Before
we’re done tonight we’ll find a way you can pay me back, I’m sure.” He
took a luxurious drag on his cigarette. “The very last thing was to find
you and trick you into smoking. You and your cousin aren’t very smart. By
charting your exploits I was able to determine with a high degree of
probability exactly where you live. Unlike Metropolis where your cousin is,
Midvale is a very small town. So my assistants asked around. They quickly
found that only a few young girls your age are new to Midvale in the last few
years. By process of elimination I determined Linda Lee had to be
Supergirl.”
The Maid of Steel frowned. “Hmm. God, I don’t think my dumb-ass
cousin ever thought of that. I know I sure didn’t.”
“Of course he didn’t,” Luthor crowed. “Superman never thought of
it. But I sure as hell did.” He laughed smugly and hit on his cigarette.
“Next I searched for the ideal accomplice. I needed a beautiful young
female delinquent whom I could plant inside your orphanage. Alisha turned
out to be perfect. I found her in a juvenile correctional facility near
Metropolis.” He smiled and patted the hand of the buxom blond beside him.
“Alisha’s past is incredibly sordid. But that didn’t bother me. Quite
the contrary. It was one of many things I liked about her. By 16 she was
convicted of prostitution several times, along with robbery and felonious
assault. Even better, she showed no remorse. When I found out Alisha’s
been smoking since she was 10 and smokes over a pack a day, I immediately
knew she was my girl. So I sprung Alisha from the detention center and
trained her myself. She turned out to have no morals and is also quite an
actress. It only took two weeks before I knew she was ready to be my
co-conspirator. Her parents’ death was faked, of course. I easily got her
placed at Midvale Orphanage.” Lex tapped an ash in an ashtray beside him
and grinned pompously. “And the rest, as they say, is history!”
Alisha giggled. “Lex told me you’re Supergirl when he recruited
me. Shit, I was so fuckin’ excited when he told me his evil plan to corrupt
you. I love corrupting innocent kids. That’s why I enjoyed warping little
Stephanie. From my first day at the orphanage I sneaked out to smoke at
night. I had to; hell. Like Lex said I’ve been smoking since I was 10, for
Christ’s sake. I saw you slip out over and over to do your Supergirl shit.
I was the only one who kept track of you. But I knew if I threatened to tell
Miss Andrews you’d do anything to keep me from squealing; even smoke a
cigarette with me.” She let out an insolent laugh. “I carried around that
pack of Red Kryptonite cigarettes all month. Shit, when I finally got you to
light one up? God, I couldn’t believe it. It made me wet, I was so
fuckin’ excited. Even better, seeing you quickly change from goody-goody
Supergirl, the Maid of Steel, into a bad girl, a Bitch of Steel? Hell, I
almost laughed out loud. It was sweet!” Alisha reached out and put her
hand on Supergirl’s. “But the fun’s just beginning, baby. Lex promised
tonight we can give you a post-graduate course in being really wicked.” She
gently stroked Supergirl’s arm. “That includes sex, honey. If you’re
gonna be a bad girl you need to discover sex. You can’t be really bad
without it. So I want to fuck you, Supergirl,” she whispered eagerly.
“Have you ever been with another girl?”
Lex laughed out loud. “Don’t be ridiculous, Alisha. You needn’t
ask. Hell, I bet our innocent little Supergirl has never even been kissed,
let alone fucked. Am I right?”
“Yeah, Lex is right, Alisha. I’m a damn virgin.” She felt
disgraced by her admission. “Hell, I’ve also never even been kissed.”
“But that’s gonna change, right, Kara? If you’re a selfish,
wicked evil twin of your old self, then you need to do something about your
virginity right away, don’t you?”
“I’d like to,” Supergirl smiled wantonly. “God, I really want
to. Sex sounds nice to me; nice, and really, really wicked!”
Lex stood up. “Revenge is sweet, Supergirl. I’d like to get some
of that revenge against your stupid-ass cousin by becoming the first man to
kiss you.”
A wicked sneer covered Supergirl’s mouth. “Lex, I’d love for you
to kiss me. In fact, I’d be honored it you’d do a hell of a lot more than
that.”
“In due time, honey,” Lex smiled. “In due time.” He leaned in
and placed his lips on the gorgeous blond teenager’s. Their mouths touched.
Lex forced his tongue between her lips while pulling her body against his.
Supergirl kissed back, hesitantly in the beginning but more assertively as
their embrace continued. Finally Lex pulled back and grinned. “Welcome to
your own personal sexual revolution, Supergirl,” he crowed triumphantly.
“And trust me, there’s a hell of a lot more where that kiss came from!”
“Oh my God, it felt so good,” Supergirl gasped. “Kal-El always
said I mustn’t give myself to anyone till I got married. But the hell with
that,” she laughed nastily. “I don’t want to wait. I want to find out a
hell of a lot more about sex right now.”
Alisha arrogantly pushed Lex out of her way. “Let me have a turn.
I don’t want to be left out. Look, baby, Lex told you I have a sordid past.
But you haven’t heard the half of it. Lex may be the first man to kiss
you,” she began with a syrupy smile. “But I want to be the first girl.”
Shamelessly she locked her lips onto Supergirl’s, repeating the exercise
with a softer, gentler touch. “Mm, nice. And I’ll bet I won’t be the
last girl you do that with, Supergirl.”
Supergirl was breathing hard. She felt her pulse racing. “Holy
shit,” she groaned excitedly. “God, yeah! I always thought sexual
promiscuity might be fun. But I never dreamed it’d be _this_ good!” She
reached for the pack of cigarettes on the table and quickly shook one out.
“Shit, it’s almost as nice as smoking.”
Lex and Alisha approvingly watched their victim light up another
cigarette, this time all by herself. Lex nodded. “Supergirl, honey, keep
on smoking my Red Kryptonite cigarettes and having sex. Both will ultimately
accomplish the same objective. Together they’ll make damn sure you never go
back to your old life. Keep sucking delicious nicotine-laced Red Kryptonite
into your sweet little lungs. As long as you do I promise you’ll stay this
way forever!”
Supergirl released a reluctant exhale and saucily sauntered over to
Alisha. She wrapped her arms around the busty blond. “I never want to go
back. Never!” She leaned over to kiss Alisha on the mouth. “Mm, smoking
and sex go together so nice. I never want to be cured, you guys. I want to
plumb the depths of my newfound wickedness the rest of my fuckin’ life.”
“You can, because you never will go back, Supergirl,” Lex smiled.
“I promise. Now let Alisha and me show you how three-way sex works.
You’ve probably never seen porn videos that demonstrate it, have you? Hmm,
pity. Well, we need to educate you ourselves then.”
Shamelessly Lex pulled the blue top of her Supergirl uniform over her
head. Underneath she wore a rather plain looking bra.
“Ah, she’s got such delicious tits, Lex,” Alisha purred.
“Aren’t they sweet?”
“Yeah, very nice,” Lex nodded. He waited as Alisha unhooked the
back of Supergirl’s brassiere. “They look even better after being released
into the open. Supergirl, may I?”
The Kryptonian girl nodded and groaned loudly. “Oh God, Lex. Yeah,
please do it to me. Damn, I can’t wait.” Kara trembled with delight as
Lex’s strong hands took hold of her virgin breasts. “Oh shit,” she
groaned deliriously. “Oh God, yeah, that feels _so_ good!”
Meanwhile Alisha pulled down Supergirl’s blue skirt, revealing a
tiny tight pair of red panties. “I bet you wore these panties when you came
from Krypton,” she sneered. “God, they’re so tight and so small. Is that
why you still wear them beneath your skirt, though you’ve clearly outgrown
them?” Kara nodded. Alisha went on. “God, they look sweet but they’re
way too tight, honey. Here, let me take them off for you so your pussy can
get some air. It wants to breathe, doesn’t it?”
Kara nodded impatiently. Alisha knelt down and began licking
Supergirl’s naked cunt with her tongue. Lex continued kissing her trembling
mouth and massaging her swollen tits.
“Now _this_ is what being bad is all about, honey,” Alisha laughed.
“Want more?”
“Oh God, do I ever,” Supergirl groaned out of control. “I’ve
never felt this good in my entire fuckin’ life. Oh yeah, keep doing that!
Shit, yeah. That’s _so_ good!”
“Supergirl, sounds to me like you’re nothing but a little slut,”
Lex mused playfully, pausing to kiss her engorged tits while rubbing them.
“You just want to be a dirty whore, don’t you, a real slut, a girl who
opens her legs to anyone who promises to fuck her. Is that it?”
“Yeah, it is,” she groaned in agreement, gyrating totally out of
control. “God, yeah. Oh Alisha, honey. Oh! Fuck, that’s so good. You,
too, Lex. Don’t fuckin’ stop, either of you!”
“Don’t worry, Supergirl, we sure as hell won’t,” Lex grinned
happily. Uninhibited passion and desire were unmistakenly painted on the
pretty face of his arch-enemy’s female cousin. It was simply too delicious
for words. Even better, Supergirl continued to smoke her Red Kryptonite
cigarette the whole time he and Alisha licked and kissed her.
Lex sighed. This went better than he imagined. After a night of
corrupting Supergirl to the core, he’d not only enlist the tarnished Maid of
Steel turned Bitch of Steel as a trusted ally. He’s use her to destroy
Superman himself once and for all. Now that she was evil and hated Superman
and all that he stood for, the end game would be deliciously simple!
“Say, Supergirl?” Lex ceremoniously announced. “Look, I don’t
just want to be the first man who kisses you. I want to be the first man who
gets to fuck you. Would you like that?” From the look on the naked Maid of
Steel’s face he knew the answer. “Good. So shall I thrust my big, juicy
cock deep inside your sweet little Kryptonian pussy, and fuck your wickedly
evil brains out while Alisha watches?”
Naked from head to toe but still smoking, Supergirl only groaned.
“God, yeah, Lex. Please, fuck me. I’m a bad girl, a very bad little girl.
I need to be fucked tonight. But not just fucked by anyone. I want you to
be the first man to fuck me.” She squealed with delight as she saw Alisha
unzip Lex’s pants and pull them down to his ankles. Momentarily the other
blond pulled down Lex’s boxers, revealing his huge cock standing straight
up.
Supergirl just stared at it. She eagerly licked her lips. “Oh
baby, that’s exactly what I want,” she moaned passionately. “Shit, don’t
wait, Lex. Fuck me now.”
Lex complied. While Alisha stood behind her and massaged her tits
Lex maneuvered his swollen member into her wet hole. He thrust, in and out,
in and out, as Supergirl groaned with unrequited desire. “Oh God. Fuck,
yeah! Oh, I love being evil so much. I’m so glad you turned me into a
wicked bitch, Lex. Now finish the job and fuck me. Yeah, that’s it. Fuck
me hard!”
Lex was pumping vigorously. He locked his mouth on top of
Supergirl’s. The eager vixen kissed back and her body responded wildly to
his thrusts, feeling pleasure she never before imagined, let alone
experienced.
“Being bad is so fuckin’ good,” Supergirl breathlessly groaned as
she tried to take a last drag on her Red Kryptonite cigarette. After filling
her lungs with the delicious smoke one more time she felt her torso quiver
out of control. “Oh my God,” she gasped. “Shit, I think I’m gonna cum.
Is that what this feeling is?”
“It sure is, honey,” Alisha grinned from behind. “The new
Supergirl has no inhibitions. So just let yourself go, baby. Let Lex’s
fucking take you to a place you’ve never been before.”
Supergirl began to scream. It was no cry of despair but a shriek of
pure pleasure emanating throughout her trembling body. “Oh my God, don’t
stop,” she urged. “Don’t stop!”
“You’re nothing but a fuckin’ slut, baby,” Lex whispered, and his
murmuring pushed her body closer to orgasm. “That fuckin’ `S’ over your
titties no longer stands for Supergirl. No, now it stands for SuperSlut.
You’re a shameless bitch from Krypton who can’t wait for the next time she
gets fucked. Isn’t that right, you filthy Bitch of Steel? Let me hear you
say it, damn it!”
“God, yeah, I’m nothing but a worthless little slut,” Supergirl
groaned blissfully as she felt the mounting excitement of Lex pushing harder
and harder inside her pussy. “God, I’ll never again be who I was. To hell
with being a superhero. I want to be a fuckin’ SuperSlut!”
Lex was ready. He cried out as he finally started to cum. Supergirl
reached climax at the exact same moment. She screamed and he screamed. Kara
fell helplessly into Lex’s arms while Alisha was still kneading her taut
breasts from behind. She knew her words were right on. Yeah, _this_ was the
new Supergirl. This was who she was now! She was a fuckin’ SuperSlut!
——————————————————————————-
An hour later Supergirl sat by a computer browsing the internet.
Alisha walked up and gently put her hand on Kara’s shoulder. “How’s it
going, honey?”
“Good,” Supergirl answered with a big grin, pausing to kiss her
blond colleague. “This little tour of the internet that you and Lex
recommended has been so damn enlightening. God, I want to do all this shit
myself, Alisha. All of it. I never dreamed that such a world of sexual
pleasure even existed!”
“Your cousin kept you from it, Supergirl,” Alisha whispered, gently
kissing the other girl’s ear. “But we’re gonna get our revenge, aren’t
we? We’re gonna fuckin’ make him pay!”
“Whatever you and Lex say, baby,” Supergirl answered. She turned
her head and the two girls kissed in earnest. “Thanks for what happened
earlier, Alisha. It was fuckin’ fabulous.”
“Just like all the other nasty shit you’re perusing on the
internet, baby,” Alisha replied sweetly. “Don’t you think?”
Supergirl nodded. “I especially like the web-sites about smoking
and sex. I mean, hell, I love to smoke now and sex. I never knew there’s
people who get sexually turned on by smoking. But it makes sense. God,
it’s so fuckin’ cool!” She reached for her pack. “I sure hope Lex has
more of these things,” she grinned wickedly. “I don’t think I ever want
to stop smoking.”
“That’s the good news,” Alisha grinned. “You don’t have to.”
She watched Kara light up. By Alisha’s count it was her twelfth cigarette
of the night. The effects of the Red Kryptonite that started with the first
real puff were solidified. Alisha only wished the beautiful teenage blond
could keep Red Kryptonite in her lungs so the old Supergirl would be gone
forever.
Lex entered with a pad of paper. “Supergirl, look at this,” he
said pleasantly. He handed her a sheet with a sketch on it. “We need to
re-do your Supergirl costume. I mean, shit, girl! It’s so straight-laced
and conservative. The collar goes all the way up to your neck and the skirt
covers too much of your sweet little ass. I was thinking of maybe redoing it
something like this.”
Kara gazed at Lex’s drawing. He drew her in a very different
skin-tight outfit. Unlike her current uniform, this one had a blouse with a
deep V neck showing a hell of a lot more cleavage. She smiled. She liked
that. The skirt was gone altogether, replaced by a skin-tight pair of red
panties that clung to her ass like they were painted on. The big red “S”
that was formerly above her breasts now rested directly on top of them,
calling more attention to her tits. She turned to smile at her new mentor.
“I like,” she grinned wickedly. “It looks fuckin’ great. But I
guess I need to do the remodeling, don’t I?”
“No pair of scissors on earth could remake your costume, Supergirl.
But I suspect you can.”
She nodded. “My costume was made from the linen interior of the
rocket that brought me to Earth from Argo City,” she explained. “Superman
and I cut the threads with our teeth and then re-sewed the cloth to make my
current costume. I can bite down on the threads again and sew it back up in
a way that’s far more appropriate for a sexy new image. With my super-speed
it’ll only take a couple minutes.” She stared approvingly at Lex’s
rendering of the new uniform and giggled impishly. “Yeah, I think this
looks fuckin’ fabulous. God, it’s a huge improvement. I love the idea of
showing off my tits and my ass like that!”
“But Lex, what will Superman say when he sees Kara’s new redesigned
costume? Won’t it make him a little suspicious?”
“Nah, he’s far too stupid,” Lex promised. “Supergirl will simply
tell him she decided she should look a bit more alluring.” He cackled.
“This little outfit will sure do that. Wearing this costume, Supergirl,
your picture will be on the desk of every man in America. They’ll jerk
themselves off just looking at it.” He smiled at Alisha. “Probably on the
desk of every girl, too, baby,” he added, giving the other blond a kiss.
“But that’s not all you need to do, Kara,” Alisha explained. “We
also need to do something about that hair!”
“What’s wrong with my hair?”
“It shows no attitude,” Alisha went on. “Is there any way you can
give yourself a permed look? Make your hair look frizzy or something?”
Supergirl grinned. “Stand back. Let me try something.” Lex and
Alisha retreated several steps. Supergirl began to shake her head at
super-speed. She did it for several seconds. When she finally stopped, the
transformation was immediate and amazing. “You like?”
Alisha laughed out loud. “Oh my God. I pay a hairdresser a hundred
bucks to do to my hair what you just did in two seconds.”
Kara’s hair now had a frizzy and permed look. It definitely had
attitude. “I can add some highlights if you think I should. But unlike the
change to my hairstyle, any highlights won’t be permanent since they’re not
from Krypton.”
“My highlights have to be replenished every month, too,” Alisha
laughed. “Yeah, give it a shot.”
Supergirl walked to the door. “I’ll be back in a second.” They
heard a whooshing sound as the teenager disappeared from sight. Lex and
Alisha blinked and she was back.
“Super-speed is a wonderful thing,” Supergirl laughed wickedly.
“How’s this?”
Her tresses had dark highlights mixed in the frizzy blond hair. The
others nodded and grinned. “A much better look for you,” Alisha said
approvingly.
“Then let me get to work redoing my costume,” Supergirl grinned.
“You don’t mind if I get naked to do it, do you?”
“Hell no. Of course not,” Lex grinned in return. “I love seeing
your nubile little body.”
She removed her cape first, then her blouse and skirt. The boots
were the last to come off. Supergirl turned into a blur of activity
unthreading her uniform and re-sewing it to reflect the sexy new design Lex
suggested. After a couple minutes of being unable to follow what she was
doing at super-speed, the Bitch of Steel stopped.
“Now let me put it on and model it for you.”
She pulled on the blue blouse. The high neckline was gone, replaced
by a plunging `V’ that pointed directly down toward her breasts. Whereas
formerly the red `S” was above them, it was now prominently emblazoned
right on top of her bulging tits.
Alisha whistled. “Now _that_ looks fuckin’ great!”
Next Kara pulled on the little red panties. The skirt had been
replaced by a skin-tight cover for her firm round ass. The yellow belt was
the same, though the cape was now shorter and stylishly hung from the sides
of the low-cut blouse rather than from her neck as before.
“God, Supergirl, you look like a fox,” Alisha laughed. “It’s not
only more revealing. It’s also a hell of a lot tighter, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, you bet,” Supergirl grinned broadly, modeling her new outfit
and striking sexy poses for her admiring audience. `But I think tighter is
good. Real good. Tight shows off my body better. I want men who see me
flying through the air now to dream about fucking me. And I hope some of
them will,” she laughed, patting her ass with her hands.
“Supergirl, you can get fucked as much as you want,” Lex admired.
“You always could, of course. You were always a delicious looking little
treat. But now you look more like a naughty vixen that a superhero. You
look like a girl who dances at a strip club, not one who fights crime and
rescues people.”
“No more crime fighting,” she interrupted. “And no more saving
people. I’m done with that shit. My goal now is to have fun, to be a slut
and have a good time, to enjoy myself. My cousin Superman is the only thing
that stands in the way of my new life goal. But I gather you have a plan in
mind to get Kal-El out of the way, don’t you, Lex? Why don’t you share it
with us? I assume you need me to help you carry it out.”
“Yeah, I sure do, SuperSlut,” Lex laughed. “Sit down and light up
another cigarette. Let me explain my proposal. Now that you’re totally
evil and wicked, you delightful Bitch of Steel, I think you’ll find it
highly enjoyable.”
With a lit cigarette propped between her lips, Supergirl, dressed in
her new revealing costume, grinned broadly. Smoke erupted from her nostrils
while the cigarette firmly stayed in place in her caustically smiling mouth.
“Lex, everything else you’ve done tonight has been brilliant. I’m sure
that this part of it won’t disappoint me.”
“No, Supergirl, I’m sure that it won’t.” And he began to
explain.