Supergirl Goes Bad, Part 4

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Author's Note:  Though set in the present day, this story's based on the
classic Supergirl comics of the 1960's.  For her biographical info and a
picture of the classic Supergirl, go to
http://supergirl.astraldream.net/history.html.  The classic Supergirl, Kara,
came to Earth from Argo City, a chunk of the doomed planet Krypton
miraculously spun into space intact that survived many years after Krypton
exploded.  As a teenager Kara was rocketed to Earth by her father Zor-El
before Argo City was destroyed.  Her cousin Kal-El (Superman) found her
crashed rocket.  He helped Kara assume her secret identity Linda Lee, an
orphan living at Midvale Orphanage, and for two years he secretly trained her
to be a superhero.  This story is set after the world first learned of
Supergirl's existence (her training by Superman was finished) but before she
was adopted and became Linda Lee Danvers in the 1960's Supergirl comics.
This story suggests how things might have turned out a little differently-

SUPERGIRL GOES BAD

4.	Doing Jimmy and Lois.

   Jimmy Olsen sat at his computer surfing the internet.  It was
Saturday morning and he didn't have to work.  He liked his job at the Daily
Planet but was glad to have time to himself that morning.

   He heard a knock at the door.  He got up and looked through the
peephole.  He gasped.  Outside stood a female figure dressed in familiar red,
blue and yellow colors.

   "Supergirl," Jimmy gasped, opening the door, with his mouth as wide
open as the door itself.  "What are you doing here?"

   "Good morning, Jimmy," Supergirl said pleasantly.  "May my friend
Alisha and I come in and chat with you?"

   "Uh, yeah, sure," he nervously smiled, stepping aside to let the
two women come in his apartment.  "I'm afraid things are kind of a mess,"
he apologized timidly, vainly trying to clean up a stack of newspapers he'd
thrown on the floor.

   "Don't worry about that, Jimmy," Supergirl went on with a genial
grin.  "I want you to meet my good friend Alisha Keener.  Alisha, Jimmy.
Jimmy, Alisha."

   Alisha and Jimmy shook hands.  He nervously motioned to the girls to
sit down.

   "Wow, Supergirl, I'm shocked.  This is a real surprise.  I mean,
Gee, we've met before and all, but I sure never expected you to come visit
me here at home.  What's up?"

   Supergirl crossed her long legs and absentmindedly began to kick the
one on top up and down.  She saw Jimmy staring at her.  She grinned.

   "I see you've noticed my new costume.  Do you like it, Jimmy?"

   "Yeah," he said slowly.  He was frankly at a loss for words.
Supergirl looked so different.  Instead of looking like an innocent teenager,
she seemed incredibly sexy and alluring.  "Yeah," he gulped.  "Yeah, your
new look is really -.  Well, it's really great!"

   "I figured you'd like it, Jimmy.  I do, too."

   He couldn't help it.  He stared at the succulent breasts protruding
around the red `S' on her blue shirt.  Its plunging neckline literally
forced his attention to her tits.  After staring he looked up embarrassed.
"Yeah, it's nice, but what made you change it?  And that necklace with the
red stone is also new, isn't it?  I never noticed it before.  It's nice,
too.  It matches the red in your costume, doesn't it?"

   "This?"  She fingered the necklace with the glowing red stone.
"Yeah, I love it.  It makes me feel so good.  Or bad," she laughed
enigmatically.  "Mostly bad, actually."

   He felt nervous.  He ran his hand uneasily through his red hair.
Somehow Supergirl seemed too comfortable, almost too pleased to be sitting in
his apartment.  He cleared his throat.  "I don't get it, Supergirl.  What
is it you want from me?"

   "Well, Jimmy, Alisha and I are here because we want to fuck you this
morning."

   His mouth fell open.  "What!?!"

   Supergirl smiled placidly.  "I said, we're here to fuck you."  She
laughed at his total incomprehension.  "Look, Jimmy, I like you.  Always
have.  You're a good looking guy and just a couple years older than me.  So
I decided I want to fuck you and I want my friend Alisha to watch us fuck.
Is that okay?"

   Jimmy began to perspire.  He let out a nervous twitter.  "Hey,
you're kidding, right?"

   "No, Jimmy, I'm not.  I'm dead serious.  I changed my costume and
my hair because I realized I was too much of a prude.  It's time for me to
have fun for a change."  She put her hands on her chest and began to
playfully squeeze her tits through the skin-tight red `S.'  "What's
wrong?  Don't you think I'm cute?  Don't you want me?"

   "Gosh, Supergirl, I don't know what to say.  This just isn't like
you."

   "Yes, it is like me, Jimmy.  But it's like the new me, not the old
one.  I'm sick of all that fuckin' goody-goody superhero shit.  So I want
to kick up my heels and live a little.  I love having sex.  It's _so_ good,
Jimmy."  She rested her hand on Alisha's leg.  "It's especially nice if
someone else watches.  Know what I mean?"

   "No," Jimmy gulped.  "Supergirl, we should call Superman.
Something's wrong.  I don't know what happened to you, but Superman will
know what to do."

   Still playing with her tits Supergirl leaned forward.  "Shh, Jimmy.
We don't want him to ruin our fun.  Alisha and I want to play.  You'd love
to put your hands where mine are, wouldn't you?"

   Beads of perspiration were literally dripping from Jimmy's forehead.
"No, I couldn't, Supergirl.  I just couldn't."

   Supergirl snickered.  Jimmy had never heard anything like it.  It was
a malicious, throaty, evil giggle.  "Jimmy, don't give me that bullshit.
Your cock's sending a totally different message.  Take a look."

   He gazed down.  It was true.  The big bulge in his pants was
unmistakable.  He looked up as Supergirl reached into a pocket inside her
long flowing red cape.  She took out a rectangular small object.  It was a
pack of cigarettes.

   "By the way, Jimmy, I've also started smoking," Supergirl calmly
remarked.  "I hope you don't mind if I light up?"

   Jimmy was completely perplexed.  Something was very wrong.
"Supergirl, you're scaring me.  I don't let anyone smoke in my apartment.
Please don't."

   Ignoring his plea Supergirl placed a long white cigarette between her
lips.  Without being asked her friend Alisha silently got out a lighter and
lit up the Maid of Steel.  As Jimmy stared in disbelief Supergirl took a long
drag, sucked some smoke into her chest and then turned to grin at him as
bluish-gray smoke flowed from her smiling lips.

   "Jimmy, that's so rude.  How you can tell us not to smoke in your
apartment?  I thought you liked smoke?"

   "I don't know what you mean.  Smoking's disgusting.  Supergirl,
what happened?  It's like you're the opposite of everything you used to be.
We really need to call Superman."

   "Jimmy, if you try and call Superman I'll break your fuckin'
little neck," she snarled.  "Now come here and put your hands on my tits.
Aren't they nice?  Yeah, they're so luscious and big and supple.  God, I
want you to feel just how squishy they are and yet how hard my nipples are
right now.  See the way my nipples are pointing at you underneath the big red
`S' on my tight little shirt?  Well, God, I want you to squeeze them for
me."

   "No, I won't," he stammered.

   With no warning Supergirl slammed down her fist, splintering the
table between them.  "Look, Jimmy.  I'm telling you.  Don't piss me off.
Now get your ass over here and start squeezing my titties.  If you don't the
next thing I break will be one of your body parts!"

   Alisha moved aside, making room on the sofa for Jimmy.  Helplessly he
sat beside Supergirl. 

   "That's a good boy, Jimmy, dear.  Now put your hands right here."

   With the cigarette hanging from her lips she took both his hands and
placed them directly onto her chest.  "That's better," she whispered.
"Now, squeeze!"

   He did.  Despite himself his cock stiffened.  

   "You like it, don't you, Jimmy?" Supergirl teased.  Her cigarette
bobbed up and down as she spoke to him.  With no hesitation she put one hand
on his lap and began to rub his cock.  He groaned and she let out an evil
laugh.  "Shit, Jimmy, you're trying hard to be a good boy, aren't you?
But you really can't help yourself.  You fuckin' love touching me like
this, fondling my titties while my fingers caress your rod."  She drew on
her cigarette and released streams of smoke out of the corners of her mouth.
"So tell me you want to fuck me, Jimmy.  Say it!"

   He closed his eyes.  He said nothing.  He merely groaned in response
to feeling Supergirl's tits and feeling her handle his swollen dick inside
his pants.

   "Okay.  Now Jimmy, Alisha and I are about to do you two favors.  In
a second we're gonna fuck and Alisha's gonna help us.  She'll kiss us and
touch us while you stick your cock into my pussy.  It'll be great.  But
before we do that I need to give you a slightly different present.  I'm
gonna give you a smoky kiss and you're gonna love it!"

   Hearing that, Jimmy's rock-hard cock drooped slightly.  "No,
Supergirl," he pleaded.  "Please don't.  I hate smoke."

   "No, you don't, Jimmy," Supergirl purred wickedly.  "No, you love
it.  Let me prove it to you.  I'll give you one smoky kiss and exhale some
of this delicious shit into your lungs.  Once that happens, honey, I think
you'll feel differently about it."  She turned to her friend.  "Alisha?"

   Alisha took Jimmy's head in her hands and held it.  In the meantime
Supergirl double-pumped her cigarette, pulling a huge quantity of the thick,
rich smoke deep into her lungs.  With a shockingly malevolent grin the girl
from Krypton leaned near Jimmy, forcing her lips on top of his.  He struggled
but Alisha held his head firm.  He couldn't escape.  Supergirl initiated her
exhale, forcefully expelling her lungs' smoky contents directly into the
struggling boy's mouth while she kissed him.  It lasted six or seven
seconds.  Finally Supergirl pulled back and grinned.

   "There you go, Jimmy," she said with a spiteful grin.  "Now tell
Alisha and me how you feel about smoking after tasting my smoky kiss.  Any
change?"

   Jimmy sputtered.  Smoke spewed from his mouth and he coughed several
times.  He wiped some perspiration from his forehead.  "I - I don't
know," he confessed.  "I feel weird."  He gazed at the cigarette between
Supergirl's fingers.  "I don't understand why, but I feel like I need
more."  He shook his head.  His hands were trembling.  "All of a sudden it
doesn't smell bad.  It sure didn't taste bad like I thought it would."  He
blinked his eyes as if trying to focus.  "For some reason I feel like I'll
die if I can't have more smoke."

   Supergirl laughed triumphantly.  "Jimmy, I'm so glad for you.  At
last you finally get it.  Welcome to your new existence, a lifetime of
inescapable nicotine addiction.  You're a smoker now, honey.  Can you feel
it?  Feel how badly your body wants more of this delicious smoke?"

   "God, what did you do to me?" he groaned.  "I feel like I'd do
anything for a cigarette."  He blinked vigorously.  "Listen, though, please
let me have one.  I need it."

   "Of course you do, honey," Supergirl smirked.  "You'll be smoking
at least a pack a day now, Jimmy.  Alisha, give the poor boy a Newport 100.
They're nice and strong, Jimmy, and will supply you with all the
mouth-watering nicotine that you need."

   With shaky hands Jimmy took  a cork-tipped cigarette from the buxom
blond beside him.  He hurriedly put it in his mouth.  With a big smile Alisha
lit him up.  Supergirl laughed with glee seeing the frantic red-headed
youngster hit impetuously on his first ever cigarette, sucking as much smoke
as possible into his suddenly famished lungs.

   "How do you like it, Jimmy?  Isn't it good?"

   "Oh God, yeah," he groaned, returning it to his mouth for another
drag.  "But how did this happen to me?"

   "Don't worry about that, honey," Supergirl smiled.  "You don't
need to know.  You just keep smoking.  And while you do, let's continue what
we were doing.  Don't you still want to fuck?  It'll be easier since now
you'll love smelling smoke on my breath the next time we kiss."

   Alisha's hands were on Jimmy's lap, feverishly stroking his cock.
Sure enough, it was quickly returning to its hardened state.  Meanwhile he
feverishly fed himself more nicotine.  Supergirl interrupted Jimmy long
enough to kiss him again, and this time Jimmy kissed back.

   "Ah, good boy," Supergirl crowed.  "I see you realize there's no
point in fighting it!"

   The redhead let out a smoky moan.  "I don't know why you're doing
this, Supergirl.  But you're right.  I can't fight it anymore."  He
desperately sucked on his cigarette.  "I like it," he breathlessly
whispered.  "You're so sexy!"

   "Yes, I sure as hell am," Supergirl giggled, delightedly watching
smoke continue to pour out of Jimmy's panting mouth.  She began to unbuckle
his belt.  Next came his zipper, then his trousers.  Soon his rigid cock was
standing up in full view.

   "Mm, so nice," she purred wickedly, helping Alisha stroke it up and
down.  "Isn't it nice, Jimmy?"

   "God, yeah," he helplessly whispered back, now clearly overtaken by
his own passion.  "Yeah, Supergirl, that feels so good!"

   "Sure it does.  Now put your cigarette between your lips, honey.
The nicotine in the smoke tastes so fuckin' good.  So just keep it there
while you rub my tits.  Yeah, that's right.  Very good.  Now I'm gonna pull
down my sweet little red panties so you can see my wet pussy.  It's ready
for you to stick in your cock and make it feel real good.  God, you'll
really like doing that, won't you, honey?  You want to fuck Supergirl,
right?"

   His cigarette was now between his lips.  With his hands still on her
breasts he groaned passionately.  "Yeah, I do want to, Supergirl.  You're
right, I really do!"

   Supergirl dropped her panties to the floor.  She stood up and slowly
lowered herself down onto his stiff rod.  Jimmy groaned as their bodies
connected.  She likewise moaned.  Meanwhile Alisha put her hands on their
backs to push them closer together.

   "Oooh God, yeah, that's sooo good, Jimmy," Supergirl whimpered
with her cigarette in one hand and her other one behind his head.  "So
fuckin' good.  Yeah, just like that, baby.  Fuck me, honey.  Fuck me just
like that!"

   Shamelessly she turned to kiss Alisha, shooting her tongue in
Alisha's open mouth.  Meanwhile Jimmy sat still, letting Supergirl do all
the moving.  Repeatedly she rocked up and down on his cock, while Alisha
helped Jimmy fondle Supergirl's tits and continued to kiss her.

   "It's nice having Alisha help us, isn't it, Jimmy?" Supergirl
moaned.  "Tell me you like that as much as I do."

   Alisha hit on her cigarette and turned to Jimmy, kissing him and
feeding him smoke.  Jimmy squealed with delight.  "God, this is great," he
agreed.  "I've never done anything like this.  Shit, it's fabulous."

   "Yeah, it sure is," Supergirl agreed.  "Now I'm nearly ready,
Jimmy baby.  I'm gonna cum, honey.  Ooh God, your cock is _so_ fuckin'
hard.  Keep pumping me just like that, sugar.  Yeah, that's it.  Oooh.  God!
Here it comes, baby.  Aaah!"

   Supergirl shrieked loudly as she felt Jimmy unload inside of her.  In
the meantime Alisha, with her cigarette between her lips, feverishly rubbed
Supergirl's swollen tits with one hand while simultaneously squeezing
Jimmy's quivering ass with the other.

   The three of them collapsed onto the couch.  Jimmy felt totally
satiated, pleasured beyond his wildest dreams.  He turned to smile at
Supergirl.

   "That was amazing, Supergirl.  Thanks so much.  But can you explain
why you did this?"

   "Because I wanted to," she shrugged.  "Because I felt like it."
She looked knowingly at Alisha.  Her friend understood.  Alisha handed fresh
Newport 100's to both Jimmy and her.

   "God, I bet you feel like a smoke, don't you, darling?"  Jimmy
nodded enthusiastically, accepting the cigarette.  Alisha did the honors,
lighting them up, and Jimmy and Supergirl each took a powerful drag.
"You'll never quit smoking, Jimmy," she laughed, expelling smoke.
"You'll love it from now on just as much you do right this minute.  Isn't
it awfully good?"

   "Yeah, it's strangely satisfying," the red-headed boy eagerly
agreed.  "I feel like I need it.  God, I used to hate smoke but I sure
don't now!"

   "Me neither," Supergirl laughed in agreement.  "Now Jimmy, here's
the thing.  Don't breathe a word of this to Superman.  If you keep quiet
I'll come back and fuck you again real soon.  It'll be our secret.  I liked
it and I know you did."  She kissed him on the lips.  "Deal?"

   Jimmy nodded.  "Okay," he grinned.  "So does this mean you want to
be my girlfriend?"

   Supergirl let out a snorting laugh.  "Girlfriend?  Hell no, Jimmy.
I don't want to be your girlfriend.  There's no future in that shit.  No, I
just like fucking you.  Isn't that good enough?"

   The red-headed cub reporter sighed.  "Yeah, I figured that.  Sure,
that's okay.  I just thought I'd check."  He hesitated.  "But even if I
don't tell Superman, how will I explain the smoking thing?"

   "Oh, don't worry about that, Jimmy." Supergirl giggled impishly.
"Before long you definitely won't be the only one smoking all the time!"

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   Lois Lane walked briskly down the street on her way to an important
interview.  One of her underworld contacts was about to give her a lead on
Lex Luthor's latest plans.  It was early enough she might make the deadline
for the Sunday paper.

   She heard a whooshing sound behind her.  She turned to look, just in
time to see someone reaching out to grab her.  Instinctively she put her hand
on her head to keep her hair from being mussed up.

   Lois expected to see Superman holding her.  But it wasn't him.  It
was his cousin.

   "Supergirl," she exclaimed.  "What are you doing in Metropolis?"

   "Coming to see you, Lois," grinned the Maid of Steel as they flew
along.

   "But why?" Lois queried.  "I'm on my way to interview someone for
a story."

   "Your story will wait," Supergirl said firmly.  "We need to return
to your apartment."

   In seconds they landed at Lois' building.  For the first time the
reporter noticed Supergirl's new look.  "Wow," she grinned.  "What did
you do to yourself, Supergirl?"

   "You like?" Supergirl smiled.  "I do."

   "Yeah, but it's kind of revealing.  I mean, look at your tiny
pants.  They look like a thong, Supergirl.  They sure show lots of leg.  And
the top," she went on, staring at the plunging neck and the big red `S'
plastered over top of her breasts.  "It's so different.  And your hair!
Wow, it's totally new, too, isn't it?"

   Supergirl opened the door of the apartment building and walked in
after her.  "You know, Lois, Jimmy Olsen hardly noticed my new hairstyle.
But I guess that's a man for you.  Only another woman notices all the little
details."

   "And the necklace," Lois nodded.  "It's lovely.  Is it from
Krypton?"

   "You might say that," Supergirl cackled as they got on the
elevator.  "Yeah, sort of."

   The elevator opened onto Lois' floor.  They walked down the hall.
"Why do you want to come to my apartment?" she asked.

   "You'll see," Supergirl grinned.  

   Lois got out her key but noticed the door to her apartment was
already ajar.  "I already took the liberty of opening it," Supergirl
whispered.  "Let's go in.  I have a surprise for you."

   Lois sniffed.  "Hey, someone's been smoking," she announced with
haughty disapproval.  "What's going on?"

   In the living room sat Alisha, cigarette in hand.  She stood and
stuck out her other hand to a surprised Lois.

   "Hi, Miss Lane.  I'm Supergirl's friend Alisha Keener.  It's nice
to meet you.  May I call you Lois?"

   Lois nodded.  Looking around the room she saw ashtrays on every
table.  The one where Alisha was sitting had several crushed butts in it.

   "What's with your friend smoking, Supergirl?  And all the
ashtrays?"

   "I'll explain, Lois," Supergirl smiled.  "Go ahead, sit down.
Alisha's in Lex Luthor's gang.  I rescued her from his clutches.  Alisha
told me of a new secret weapon Luthor plans to unleash.  You're a crack
investigative reporter for the Planet, one of the most prestigious newspapers
in the country.  I thought you should have first crack at breaking the
story."

   "Wonderful," Lois grinned, getting out her notepad and pen.  "I
appreciate this.  I'm all ears."  Suddenly she frowned.  "But in my
apartment, Alisha, I'd really like you not to smoke." 

   "That's part of the story, Lois," Supergirl interrupted.  "Alisha
can't help it.  She has to smoke.  It's part of Lex's evil scheme."

   "Oh?  What do you mean?"

   It was Alisha's turn.  "Lois, Lex developed a devious chemical
additive that's easily applied to normal cigarettes.  If anyone breathes in
the smoke from his treated cigarettes, even once, the person immediately
becomes addicted to nicotine."  Alisha artfully raised her Newport 100 to
her lips for a long, extended drag.  "And I mean, totally addicted.  It
doesn't matter if the person never smoked.  All of a sudden they need to.
Worst of all, there's no cure.  You can't quit and you don't even want
to."

   Lois assumed Alisha spoke as a victim.  "Oh my, poor dear," she
said with compassion.  She wrote on her notepad.  "So what's Luthor's
plan?  What does he hope to get out of it?"

   Alisha smiled.  It was all bullshit but it sure as hell was fun.
"Lex plans to secretly distribute these treated cigarettes, containing his
chemical additive, all over the country.  It'll cause a huge increase in
tobacco consumption nationwide.  Prices of cigarette manufacturers' stocks
will skyrocket.  Lex has secretly taken substantial positions in their
stocks.  He plans to make a killing in the stock market."  She drew on her
cigarette.  "Plus, Lex smokes.  He sort of gets off seeing other people
smoking, especially beautiful women."

   "Really?" Lois bristled, still writing furiously.  "Gosh, this is
terrible.  Does Superman know about this yet?"

   "I'm gonna tell him all about it today," Supergirl grinned.  "But
we wanted to give you the story first, Lois."

   "Girls, thanks so much.  This is scary.  But I'm so pleased you
trust me to break the story in the Planet.  If we move quickly we can get it
on the front page of the Sunday edition.  Now, do you have documents or
pictures, any hard evidence I can include in my story?"  She smiled warmly.
"You see, I need something more than Alisha's unsubstantiated account."

   The teenagers looked at each other.  They began to laugh.

   "What's so funny?" Lois asked.  She was confused.  "Do you have
anything you can show me or not?"

   "Yeah, we do have something we can show you, Lois," Supergirl
smirked nastily.  Her voice took on a hard edge.  "Yeah, we can give a
personal demonstration of how it works."

   "Yes, I can see that poor Alisha is already a victim of Luthor's
devilish plan," Lois nodded thoughtfully.  "You poor dear.  It must be
terrible being addicted to nicotine.  But I'm afraid I need something more
than that to break the story.  Can't you give me any hard evidence?"

   "Lois, you weren't listening," Supergirl giggled.  "I said we can
give you a personal demonstration right here."

   Lois frowned.  "I'm afraid I don't understand."

   "No, you sure as hell don't," Supergirl laughed.  "But you will
in a second, you fuckin' bitch."  With a flourish she conspicuously reached
inside the pocket of her cape.

   "Supergirl!  Did you just curse at me?  Why, I never heard you -."

   Lois froze in mid-sentence.  Supergirl had a pack of cigarettes in
her hand.  She was taking one out and putting it her mouth.  Lois gasped.
Supergirl focused her heat vision on the tip of the long white cylinder in
her mouth and it ignited.

   "Supergirl!  Goodness, what're you doing?  This is crazy.  I
thought you were gonna give me hard evidence of Luthor's plan to create a
nation of smokers.  So why in the world are _you_ smoking a cigarette?"

   Supergirl tipped her head to release a luxurious plume of thick smoke
from her lips.  She giggled mischievously.  "Lois, you're such an ass.  I
told you, we're gonna give you a personal demonstration.  Alisha and I are
gonna show you how his cigarettes work.  We're gonna let you become a
smoker, too."

   "No, wait," Lois gasped.  She finally began to realize she was in
peril.  "Supergirl, what's happening?  You can't be helping Lex Luthor.
It makes no sense.  You're committed to fighting crime, not helping
criminals like him."

   "Hmm," Supergirl smiled.  "Let me think about that."  She stared
at Alisha.  "Alisha, honey, what do you think?  Am I interested in stopping
devious plans like this, or in advancing them?  What's your take?"

   Alisha grinned.  "Supergirl, if I know you, and I sure as hell do, I
think you're far more interested in fucking with people than saving them.
So if I had to place my bet, I'd bet you'll do anything you can to help
Luthor with this delightful scheme of his."

   Supergirl returned her attention to the stunned reporter.  "See,
Lois?  I guess that settles it.  Alisha says I checked out of the superhero
business and she's right.  Hell, that's why I'm smoking.  Smoking's
wicked, and forcing other people to smoke is wickeder still."  She hit on
her cigarette.  "But I love being wicked, Lois."  Her eyes sparkled.  "So
come sit beside me.  Let me fill your virgin lungs with some of this
delicious smoke I've got.  Let me help make your own lungs insatiably hungry
for more!"

   Lois tried to scream.  In a flash Supergirl was by her side.  She put
her hand over the pretty reporter's mouth.  "Hush, Lois.  Not a fuckin'
word.  If you scream I'll break your fuckin' little neck."

   "You wouldn't," Lois gasped.  "You wouldn't hurt me."

   Again Supergirl turned to Alisha.  "What do you think, Alisha honey?
Should Lois count on the fact that I won't hurt her?"

   "I wouldn't if I were you, Lois.  She already killed one guy this
morning.  I saw it with my own eyes.  Look, don't you see what happened?
Supergirl's turned totally evil.  It's the Red Kryptonite in the necklace
she's wearing around her neck.  Its radiation makes sure she remains totally
depraved.  So I wouldn't push my luck.  I'd go along with her and smoke if
I were you."

   Lois whimpered.  "What is it you want?"

   "It's simple, Lois," Supergirl smiled, with a firm grip on her
arm.  "I want you to smoke."

   "But why?"

   Supergirl shrugged.  "I don't know.  I just feel like it.  I just
feel like fucking with some of my dumb-ass cousin's closest friends.  So
before Alisha and I leave you, Lois honey, you'll be the next victim of
Luthor's ingenious additive to cigarettes.  You'll be a smoker, baby."

   Lois tried to struggle.  It was no use.  "You can't do this," she
groaned.  "You can't."

   Supergirl sneered.  "Wrong, bitch.  I can and I will.  My cousin
Superman has had the hots for you for years.  I see why.  You're a very
attractive girl, but you're a total prick.  Turning into a smoker might make
you slightly better, Lois.  Let's try it and see."

   Supergirl furiously double-pumped her cigarette, filling her lungs
with lots of smoke.  She forced Lois' face up against hers.  "I'm gonna
kiss you, Lois," she sneered, holding the smoky deposit inside.  "It's
probably your first kiss from another woman; but it's definitely gonna be
the last breath you'll ever take as a non-smoker!"

   Supergirl pushed her lips on Lois' mouth.  Forcing in her tongue,
she exhaled.  Torrents of thick, rich smoke poured from Supergirl's lips
into Lois.  Lois tried to resist but Supergirl was too strong.  Most of the
smoke soon arrived at its destination.  Supergirl kept her mouth locked onto
Lois' to make sure she didn't breathe any of it out before the smoke had
its desired effect.

   Finally Supergirl pulled away.  She sneered.  "So, Lois.  How the
hell do you feel?"

   Lois coughed delicately.  Smoke squirted from her contorted mouth.
"I feel -.  Aargh, I feel awful.  You're despicable, Supergirl.
Absolutely despicable."

   "Thanks, Lois.  That's a real compliment coming from a bitch like
you."  She hit on her cigarette again and exhaled in Lois' direction.
"But do you still hate the smell of smoke?"

   Lois stubbornly tried to resist.  It was no use.  She took a deep
breath.  "Ooh, I do feel it happening.  Damn you, Supergirl.  Suddenly the
smoke you blew toward me smells good.  I feel as if I need to have some.  I
can't believe I'm saying this, but suddenly I do need more of it."

   "Naturally," Supergirl snickered.  "Alisha, why don't you help
Lois?  She says she needs a cigarette."

   "God, I don't know, Supergirl," Alisha smirked back.  "After all,
just now Lois said some really heartless things about you.  I'm not sure we
_should_ help her.  Maybe we should just let her suffer."

   "No," Lois begged.  "No, don't do that to me.  God, I need a
cigarette.  I can't stand it.  I really do.  Please, don't do this to me,
Supergirl."

   Alisha had just crushed out her Newport 100 and was lighting up
another.  Supergirl grinned at her comrade.  "You know, Alisha, you're
right.  Yeah, we should just let Lois endure a little nicotine deprivation.
It might do her good."

   "No," Lois repeated frantically.  "No, I need a cigarette."  She
gazed longingly at the one Alisha held in her hand.  "I'll do anything you
want.  Just give me a cigarette!"

   Supergirl sighed.  That's what she wanted to hear.  "Okay, Lois.
Fine.  Take off your blouse."

   "What?"

   "I said, take off your fuckin' blouse, and your bra, too.  I want
to see your big tits."

   "No, I can't do that," Lois pleaded.  "It's perverted."

   "Yeah, you got that right," Supergirl happily agreed.  She wiggled
her fingers at Alisha.  Her friend handed her another one of her Newport
100's.  "Thank you, dear.  See, Lois, I need another cigarette myself,"
she teased, taking it in her fingers.  Supergirl slipped in her mouth and lit
up the Newport.  She took a powerful drag.  "Ah, yeah.  God, it tastes so
fuckin' wonderful," she groaned happily.  "God, I love to smoke, Alisha.
Don't you?"

   Lois was seething.  The sight and smell of the other girls smoking in
her presence was simply too much.  "Come on, Supergirl.  I'm dying here.  I
can't stand it.  Please give me one!"

   "Then take off your blouse and your bra, honey," Supergirl repeated
pointedly.  "If you do, we'll give you one."

   With trembling fingers Lois began unbuttoning her blouse.  She took a
deep breath, trying to breathe in some of the smoke floating through the
room.  But it wasn't enough.  With a big sigh she reached behind and
unhooked her bra.  She now stood naked from the waist up.

   "Okay, God damn it.  Now will you let me have one?"

   "Not yet, Lois," Supergirl smirked.  "Next your skirt, and after
that your panties."

   Resigned to her fate, Lois glumly unzipped her skirt and dropped it
to the floor.  She then stepped out of her panties.  She was totally naked
from head to toe.  "Okay.  Now?"

   "Almost, honey.  But you're still not done.  You have to earn your
cigarette.  You can't have it for free.  So now I want you to make love with
Alisha."

   "What?"

   "You heard me," Supergirl laughed.  "Just pretend you're in a
porn video.  Make believe that you're a dirty fuckin' lesbian and that
can't wait to suck Alisha's pussy.  Get it?"

   Enraged, Lois angrily shook her head.  "God, I can't believe
you're making me do this!"

   "You don't have to.  If you prefer Alisha and I will leave; leave
you without cigarettes.  Oh, eventually you'll make it downstairs to a store
where you can buy some.  That'll take, what?  Maybe half an hour?  Do you
think you can wait half an hour before you get to smoke?"

   Lois' hands were trembling violently.  "No, I can't," she
admitted.

   "I didn't think so.  Then just do it, damn it.  If you're a real
good girl, or perhaps I should say a real bad girl, then Alisha will share
her cigarette with you while you two fuck."

   Tormented by her cravings, Lois couldn't fight.  She sighed and
walked naked over to grinning Alisha.  As Supergirl watched, the saucy
teenager welcomed Lois into her arms and gave her a big wet kiss.
Surprisingly, Lois eagerly sucked on the blond's lips.  She was trying to
extract some smoke from Alisha's breath.

   "Shit, you're such a pathetic sight, Lois," Supergirl laughed.
"You're even willing to prostitute yourself for nicotine.  God, I wish I
had a camera.  This picture is too evil for words!"

   Lois ignored Supergirl's comment.  She needed smoke.  So
submissively she kissed and pawed Alisha, and the pretty blond happily
reciprocated.  Each time Alisha hit on her cigarette Lois' mouth was there,
ready to kiss her and receive more of the smoke she so urgently craved.
Alisha happily fed it to her compliant victim.  Meanwhile her fingers
expertly reached inside Lois' hole and shamelessly twidled her cunt.  They
repeated the exercise several times.  As Alisha gave her more smoke and
increased sexual stimulation, Lois slowly began to moan.

   "God, feels good, doesn't it, Lois honey?" Supergirl teased
mercilessly.  "You might actually like being a fuckin' lesbian, sugar.  Ah,
the combination of smoke and lesbian sex is incredibly sweet.  Don't you
think?"

   Lois opened her mouth and released the smoke Alisha just fed her.
"Damn you, Supergirl," she moaned.  "The smoke's good but I can't get
enough this way.  I still need my own cigarette!"

   "Okay, Lois.  Fair enough.  But if we do give you your own
cigarette, will you allow Alisha to suck your pussy while you sit back and
enjoy it?"

   "Anything," Lois groaned.  "I don't care.  I'll do anything.
Just let me have one!"

   Alisha eagerly pushed Lois onto the sofa and spread her legs.  With a
great flourish she finally gave Lois a Newport 100 of her own.  The naked
brunette groaned in anticipation as she held the cigarette between her
trembling fingers waiting breathlessly for a light.

   "Light me up," she pleaded.  "God, I need it _so_ bad!"

   Meanwhile Alisha had buried her head in Lois' bush and was beginning
to suck her pussy.  Lois jerked involuntarily when she felt the first touch
of the blond girl's tongue.  Despite her protest, both Supergirl and Alisha
could tell Lois liked the feeling.

   "Aren't you gonna light me up?" Lois begged.  "God, please?"

   "Only one more thing, Lois.  Tell us you like what Alisha's doing
to you."

   Lois groaned.  "Okay, yeah, I do like it.  It does feel good.
Truthfully, I feel incredibly turned on right now.  But can I _please_ have
my cigarette now?"

   Lois' hips began to gyrate in response to Alisha sucking her pussy
while she firmly held the unlit Newport 100 between her groaning lips.
Supergirl smiled.  Yeah, it was finally time.  She turned her heat vision on
the cigarette dangling from Lois' mouth, igniting it.

   Lois furiously dragged on the lit cigarette.  Without realizing it
she performed a perfect double-pump.  Over and over Lois sucked smoke deep
into her lungs while Alisha continued to pleasure her down below.

   "Oh God," Lois groaned in ecstasy.  "God, thanks so much!  You
can't imagine how much I needed this."  Her cigarette stayed in her mouth.
The lovely brunette couldn't bear to take it out, even to de-ash.  Ashes
fell onto Alisha's head down below but neither of them cared.

   Supergirl was touching herself.  The sight of her slutty teenage
friend sucking out the beautiful Lois Lane, Superman's fuckin' girlfriend,
was so incredibly hot.  What made it even better was that Lois finally
stopped objecting to what Alisha was doing.  She simply sat back and enjoyed
both the smoke and the lesbian sex.

   Supergirl walked up and quietly took the cigarette from Lois' lips.
Before the older woman could object, Supergirl kissed her hard, pushing yet
another smoky exhale in her mouth.  This time Lois kissed her back as she
eagerly accepted the smoke.  Supergirl chuckled.  God, Lois actually liked
it, all of it.  Despite a lifetime of displaying a prim and proper exterior,
it was quite clear that the star female reporter for the Daily Planet had all
the makings of a serious slut.

   Supergirl and Alisha continued to pleasure Lois, with Supergirl
feeding Lois her smoke in between Lois' own frequent drags.  Then all of a
sudden Lois started to quiver more intensely.  

   "Oh my God," the brunette screamed.  "Oh shit, I think I'm gonna
cum!"

   "Let it happen, baby," Supergirl whispered, stroking Lois' naked
tits.  "Just let yourself go, honey.  You're loving it, I can tell.  And
you _should_ enjoy it.  Sex is good, baby.  So very good.  So just let your
body go.  Go ahead and enjoy the feeling!"

   Lois did just that.  With a loud shriek she started to quiver
violently, like a leaf in a raging windstorm, passionately jerking her torso.
Alisha maintained her position sucking Lois' wet pussy as the reporter's
orgasm finally arrived with overpowering impact.

   "Aaah," Lois screamed ecstatically.  "Oh my God!  Oh, yeah.  Shit,
that feel so fuckin' good!  Ooh, I can hardly stand it.  Ooh, yeah, honey,
keep doing it right there.  Ooh, God.  Shit!"

   Moments later, Lois lay exhausted on the couch, but not so exhausted
that she didn't want another cigarette.  Repeatedly she took the Newport 100
to her mouth for more smoke.  Alisha wiped the cum from her mouth and grinned
at Supergirl.

   "Mission accomplished, Kara, don't you think?"

   "Sure looks like it to me, Alisha.  Lois, what do you think?"

   "You girls are nothing but evil demons," Lois growled, with smoke
spurting from her twisted lips.  "Yeah, I had to cum, and yeah, I did enjoy
it.  It felt good.  But that doesn't change the fact that you girls are
wicked.  Superman will figure out some way to save me from being addicted to
these things," she spat out, holding up her cigarette.  "He's never failed
me before."

   "Ah, but the question is, Lois, do you _want_ to be saved?  I'm not
sure you want to."

   Lois hesitated.  "He'll save me," she repeated.  "Smoking's a
terrible habit.  Whether I enjoy it or not is irrelevant."

   Supergirl grinned.  "Lois, understand two things.  First, it's not
irrelevant.  God, you deserve a little pleasure in your fuckin' life.  So
that's why it was really good for you to cum today like you did, and why
you'll continue to enjoy smoking from now on.  But second, don't be so sure
about Superman saving you.  I intend to do the same thing to Superman that I
just did to you.  Before the end of today, my fuckin' cousin will be smoking
like a chimney!"

   "But how?  How will you do it?"

   "It's my own delicious wicked secret, honey.  But trust me.  It's
definitely happening," Supergirl giggled.  "Now come on, Alisha.  You and I
have a date with the big man himself.  Before he talks to Jimmy or Lois, you
and I need to transform that fuckin' Man of Steel into the evil Bastard of
Steel."  She giggled.  "Ah, the Bitch of Steel and the Bastard of Steel.
God, what a team we'll make.  Yeah, the world's gonna be a hell of a lot
better place once we finally make my stupid cousin every bit as evil as I've
become."

   "It won't work, Supergirl," Lois called out, with smoke still
gushing from her nostrils and her lips.  "It never does.  Superman always
wins over evil in the end."

   "Yeah, usually he does.  But maybe not this time, Lois," Supergirl
smirked.  "We'll just have to wait and see about that!"

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