Supergirl Goes Bad, Part 5

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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

5.	The Happy Ending.

   As Supergirl and Alisha flew back to Lex's headquarters, Alisha's
cell phone rang.  She frowned.  Very few people had her number other than
Lex.  Perhaps he was eager for them to return so they could finally spring
the trap for Superman.

   "Hello?"

   "Alisha?  Hi, this is Stephanie."

   Stephanie from the orphanage?  Why in the hell would she be calling?

   "Hey, Stephanie.  What's up?"

   "Did it work, Alisha?  Is Linda smoking yet?"

   Alisha laughed.  "Yeah, it sure did.  Yep, Linda's definitely a
smoker now!"

   "Oh, great.  I'm so glad Linda wants to be part of the gang.  Hey,
I thought you and Linda should know what's happening.  Miss Andrews thinks
you and Linda ran away this morning."

   Alisha frowned.  "We didn't figure the old bitch would figure it
out till much later.  Didn't we finish our cleanup work okay?"  Before they
left, Linda as Supergirl had quickly done everything required in their area.

   "That wasn't the problem," Stephanie went on.  "Miss Andrews went
back there to look for you at lunchtime.  When she didn't find you she
called that distant relative of Linda's, Clark Kent."

   Alisha turned to Supergirl.  "Apparently Miss Andrews knows we're
missing.  She called somebody named Clark Kent.  Who the hell is he?"

   Supergirl groaned.  "He's my cousin.  That's Superman's secret
identity."

   "Holy shit," Alisha grimaced.  "Anything else we should know,
Stephanie?"

   "Only that the Kent guy drove out here and started asking around.
He's real worried about Linda.  I don't know where you guys went but I
thought you ought to know."  Stephanie paused.  "You said if I helped you
you'd let me part of your gang, Alisha.  I really want that!"

   "Yeah, thanks, Stephanie.  That's a big help.  Don't worry.  When
we get back we'll take good care of you for watching our backs.  Yeah,
you're proving you're wicked enough.  So along with Linda I think I'm
about ready to let you be in the gang."

   "Thanks, Alisha.  That's great.  But the main thing I need right
now is more cigarettes.  You promised to bring me a whole carton of Newport
100's.  Remember?"

   Alisha laughed.  "Yeah, I remember, Steph.  Don't worry.  We'll
get it for you.  Just remember.  You don't know anything about where we went
or where we are.  Got it?"

   "It won't be hard to play dumb," Stephanie admitted.  "I don't
know where you are."

   "And trust me, honey," Alisha snickered.  "It's better for you
that way.  But we'll pay you back for this.  Trust me."

   "Okay, Alisha.  Say hi to Linda for me.  God, I'm real glad she
started to smoke and also wants be part of your gang, Alisha.  Just take care
of yourselves, okay?"

   "We will.  Thanks.  Bye."

   Supergirl glared.  "Shit!  This means my cousin is on my ass now.
He's suspicious.  He knows something's up.  God, this is gonna make it a
hell of a lot harder to trap him."

   They landed in the abandoned field outside Metropolis.  Alisha
started toward the abandoned shed with the secret passage into Lex's
hideout.  "Shall we say anything to Lex?"

   "No, let's not," Supergirl sighed.  "We'll let Lex think we're
going along with his plan to trap Superman.  But instead I think I should do
it myself."

   "Yeah, but if Superman knows something's wrong, his guard will be
up.  I don't want him to outsmart you."

   "Yeah, but all I have to do is get close to him," Supergirl smirked
wickedly, fingering her red necklace.  "As soon as he's close enough to
feel the effects of the Red Kryptonite in this little piece of jewelry, it
won't matter anymore.  I'll call Superman and meet him myself.  Meanwhile
you should go back to the orphanage."

   "The orphanage?  Why?  I thought we were done with that fuckin'
rat-hole!  And how can you call Superman?  He doesn't exactly have a cell
phone, does he?"

   Supergirl laughed.  "He and I use a supersonic whistle to contact
each other when we're in trouble.  It's so high-pitched no human ear can
hear it.  Don't worry.  I'll get ahold of him.  But meanwhile you should go
back to the orphanage.  It's safer.  I don't want you staying with Lex.
He's too unpredictable.  So just take all our stuff with you and keep it
hidden.  When you get back tell Miss Andrews that Linda's sorry and she'll
be back real soon.  Maybe it'll make Miss Andrews call Clark Kent and tell
him there's no cause for alarm.  Meanwhile I'll try to reach Superman
myself."

   Alisha shrugged.  "Okay.  But be careful, Kara."  She kissed her.
"God, I don't want Superman to ruin everything we've worked for."

   "Don't worry, honey.  One way or the other this will all work
out," Supergirl reassured her friend, abruptly giving Alisha a playful pinch
on the ass.  "Now let's go inside and get the stuff, including the rest of
the yummy Red Kryptonite cigarettes.  Then I'll fly you to Midvale so you
can wait for me at the orphanage."

   "But what'll we tell Lex?"

   "We'll tell Lex we've had a small change of plans.  What's he
gonna do?  He might be pissed but he sure can't lure Superman into a trap
without me.  But what he doesn't know is that I plan to trap Superman myself
first, turn him into a real baddie, and then together the new and improved
Superman and I will deal with Luthor together."

   They headed down the passageway into Lex's hideout.

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   After returning Alisha to Midvale, Supergirl sounded her high-pitched
super whistle and waited for a response.  In a few minutes she heard her
cousin's whistle in reply and immediately flew off in the direction of the
sound.  

   The sound came from high in the air, several miles above Metropolis.
That was weird.  What was Super-Jerk doing up there?  She flew up to meet him
in the air.

   Above the clouds she saw him, suspended in the atmosphere carrying
some kind of gadget.  She waved and flew close to him.  He raised his hand
and waved her away.

   "Superman, what's wrong?  I need to talk to you."

   "I'm monitoring Lex Luthor's movements," Superman explained.
"I'm using this tracking device.  But if you come too near it'll mess up
the recording."

   Supergirl frowned.  "Why do you need that thing?  Just use your
telescopic vision."

   "But the tracker records information that I scan into my computer,"
Superman explained patiently, looking intently through the viewscreen on the
device he carried.  "So what is it you want to talk about?"

   It was strange that he said nothing about her sexy new uniform.
Maybe he just hadn't noticed yet.

   "I need to talk to you about the Lex Luthor thing," Supergirl
called back.  "Can we land so we can talk more comfortably?"

   "In a minute," Superman repeated.  "This will just take another
second or two."

   Supergirl hovered impatiently.  Shit, she needed to be just a little
closer to hit him with the rays from the Red Kryptonite stone mounted in her
necklace and finally transform him in a totally unprincipled bastard.  

   As she waited she noticed her cousin look up.  She felt warmth.  Oh
shit, she realized.  He's turning his heat vision on me!  Her first reaction
was laughter.  Hell, his heat vision couldn't hurt her.  But then she saw it
happen.  Before her horrified eyes her beloved necklace evaporated under the
onslaught of Superman's heat vision.  The same thing happened to the second
necklace she was carrying, the one intended for him.  When the metal melted
to liquid, the small Red Kryptonite stones inside started to fall to the
earth.

   "Oh fuck," she groaned.  She turned to fly after the falling Red
Kryptonite.  "I gotta catch them!"

   Then she felt it.  Searing pain began shooting through her body.  She
looked back in horror.  Luminous green radiation was coming at her from the
tracking device Superman held in his hands.  She blinked.  Hell, that was no
tracking device!  Fuck!  It was some kind of Green Kryptonite shock ray that
her fuckin' cousin was using on her!

   Now totally paralyzed by the deadly Green Kryptonite radiation, the
last thing that Supergirl remembered was falling helplessly through the air.
Then she lost consciousness.

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   Supergirl blinked her eyes.  She saw wisps of vapor coming from her
mouth.  At first she thought she was smoking.  But then she realized it
wasn't smoke.  It was only her breath.  It was cold, frigidly cold.  She
looked around.  She was inside Superman's Fortress of Solitude.

   Her muscular cousin was standing over her.  He smiled.  "Welcome
back, Kara.  Sorry I had to give you a paralyzing blast of that Green
Kryptonite ray gun.  But it merely stunned you.  I only knocked you out for
your own good, you know.  I had to save you from your evil self."

   Supergirl groggily nodded her head.  "Oh, I feel so fuzzy.  I can
barely remember what happened, Superman.  Geez, I have _such_ a headache."

   "Green Kryptonite does that," Superman chuckled.  "But you're
already better.  The computer body scan shows that the effects of the Green
Kryptonite stun gun have nearly disappeared.  More important, it shows the
effects from the Red Kryptonite necklace are also mostly gone now.  Welcome
back, Kara.  The evil you has almost totally vanished."

   She tried to sit up.  It was difficult.  "Oh, I was evil, wasn't
I?"  She sighed with deep regret.  "Yeah, I remember part of it.  Oh, it
was the Red Kryptonite in those cigarettes.  I remember now.  Then after I
smoked them I stole the rest of the Red Kryptonite from Janetti, the
contractor who supposedly buried it, and made myself a necklace out of it,
didn't I?"

   Superman nodded.  "Yes, it looks like your memory's slowly coming
back.  It'll be a little blurry for awhile.  And much of it you probably
don't want to remember, frankly."

   She rubbed her head.  "But how did you know -?"

   Superman laughed warmly.  "Remember, Kara, I'd been tracking
Luthor's movements for awhile.  I already had some idea what he was up to.
My underworld contacts told me he was researching tobacco manufacturing
processes and the physiology of nicotine addiction.  That seemed strange.
Others reported Lex was working on trying to vaporize Kryptonite into little
microscopically fine particles.  I put two and two together and figured out
that he intended to use smoke in vapor form as a Kryptonite delivery system.
The only thing I never thought of was that Luthor would use his evil plans on
you first, Kara, instead of me."

   "Yeah, he figured out I was Linda Lee," Supergirl muttered.  "I
remember that."

   "Hmm," Superman pondered.  "In the future we need to be careful to
disguise your flight paths," he smiled compassionately.  "With satellite
photos Luthor undoubtedly quickly figured out that you lived in Midvale.
It's a risk of being in a small town.  He must have deduced it pretty easily
once he knew you had to live somewhere in or around that small community."

   "Yeah, that's what he said," she remembered.  She rubbed her eyes.
Oh my God, she silently mused.  Did Superman know all the other things that
happened, how she had sex with Luthor, with Jimmy Olsen and also with Lois
Lane?  She shuddered.  She suddenly felt terribly embarrassed and ashamed.

   "Wait," Supergirl exclaimed.  "What about smoking?  Lex said I'd
be addicted to nicotine forever once I smoked one of his Kryptonite
cigarettes."

   "I know," Superman nodded.  "Look at your arm."  She did, and saw
a patch attached to it.  "That's a nicotine patch.  The effects of the Red
Kryptonite wore off fairly quickly.  The lungs really have a marvelously
efficient cleaning mechanism set up to sweep out particles that get trapped
there.  But the Green Kryptonite particles, combined with Lex's chemical
additive in the smoke you inhaled, seems to have permanently changed your
body, making it continuously need a high level of nicotine.  Until I figure
out how to cure it you need to wear nicotine patches.  But at least you
won't have to smoke."

   She felt woozy, but at the same time clearheaded.  Her old values and
ethics seemed to be comfortably back in place.  Except for one thing.  She
felt a strange sadness about not smoking.  It was odd, but it was the one
thing she regretted leaving behind after she shed her evil persona.  Well, it
didn't matter.  She'd get used to wearing a nicotine patch.

   "I talked to some Justice League members about the problem,"
Superman was saying.  "In real life the Flash is a chemist, and Batman's
alter ego Bruce Wayne has lots of resources available to him.  Don't worry,
Kara.  We'll figure out a way to rid you of the need for nicotine."  He
frowned.  "It's not just you, you realize.  Do you remember infecting both
Jimmy and Lois with your cigarettes?"

   She closed her eyes.  She nodded.  "Yeah.  I'm so sorry, Kal-El."

   "Don't worry, Kara.  It wasn't you; not really.  That piece of Red
Kryptonite is terrifying.  I remember when I was exposed to it that time.
Thankfully it was short-lived.  So I know the damage you were capable of.
I'm just glad nothing worse happened."

   Supergirl nodded.  She smiled guiltily.  Maybe Lois and Jimmy didn't
tell him the whole story of what happened that morning.  Just as well!

   "The body scan is coming back almost normal, Kara.  I'm about ready
to take you back to the orphanage.  Miss Andrews called me when you turned up
missing early this morning.  She thinks you ran away with another girl.  Who
was she?"

   Supergirl thought.  She knew Superman was right.  There _was_ another
girl.  She wracked her brain to think of her name.  But for some reason she
couldn't.  Or was something inside of her trying to protect that other girl?

   "I can't remember.  I know there was a girl involved.  I just
can't think who she was."

   "It doesn't matter," Superman smiled.  "She probably fled when
you didn't come back with me as your victim.  If she went back to Luthor's
hideout she'll get caught.  I tipped off the police.  Right now they should
be moving in to capture Luthor and take him back to prison.  But don't
worry.  Your memory of everything that happened the last 24 hours should come
back eventually.  Whoever that girl was, she was a member of Luther's gang.
Somehow she exposed you to the Red Kryptonite cigarettes."

   "I just can't think," Supergirl groaned.  "But you're right.
She's undoubtedly gone now."

   "I think you're ready to go back.  You'll be weak for a few hours
till the effects of that Green Kryptonite ray fully wear off.  But you can
recover at the orphanage as well as here."  He smiled.  "I don't want Miss
Andrews to worry about you.  And did you hear the good news?"

   "No, what's that?"

   "Miss Andrews has a family interested in adopting you.  Their name
is Danvers.  I don't want Miss Andrews to think that you running away means
adoption's a bad idea.  I want you to have a real family, Kara.  The Danvers
are nice.  I did a background check on them.  They'd be great parents."

   "That sounds nice," Supergirl smiled graciously.  She sat up.
"Ooh, I _am_ weak."

   "I'll fly you back to Midvale.  You can change into your Linda Lee
clothes behind the orphanage and then Clark Kent will return you to Miss
Andrews.  Our story will be that you came to Metropolis looking for me.  But
I talked you into returning to the orphanage.  Okay?"

   "Sure."

   "One more thing.  We need to do something about the horrible
redesign you did to your costume, Kara.  You can't fight crime in that
outfit!"

   Supergirl felt defensive.  She still liked her new costume.  "Oh
come on, Superman.  It's not so bad.  It's no more revealing than Wonder
Woman's outfit, for crying out loud.  Okay, maybe mine's a little too
low-cut and shows off a little too much of my thighs.  But you don't
complain about Wonder Woman."

   Superman smiled.  "Yeah, but Wonder Woman's not my cousin.  She's
also not just a teenager.  Okay, we can talk about it later.  Maybe after
your head clears a little more you'll decide you want to return to your old
costume.  Let's leave it at that."

   Soon they were soaring over the Arctic sky, heading for Midvale.
With Superman's super-speed the trip was over in seconds.  They landed in
the woods behind the orphanage.  It was evening.  Linda put her costume
inside the tree where she kept her changes of clothes.  She donned her
brunette wig and the top and shorts she wore that morning.

   Superman frowned as he looked her over.  "Hmm.  I see that you also
changed Linda Lee," he muttered with thinly disguised disapproval.  "Gosh,
that outfit is pretty skimpy."

   "I know it is.  I won't wear it again.  But I sort of like this new
wig.  I was tired of those silly looking braided pigtails I used to have.  I
think this wig makes me look older.  I want to keep it.  So I guess I should
pay the store I stole it from as the evil Maid of Steel, shouldn't I?"

   Superman nodded and he likewise changed, quickly becoming
mild-mannered reporter Clark Kent.  Linda and Clark walked around to the
front of the building and in through the front door of the orphanage.  Miss
Andrews was the first to see her.

   "Oh, Linda.  Oh my goodness.  I was _so_ worried.  Thankfully Mr.
Kent found you.  Mr. Kent, I'm so glad I called you so you could be on the
lookout for her."

   "It turns out Linda didn't really run away, Miss Andrews," Clark
smiled, fibbing.  "Linda just felt lonely having no family.  She's always
felt like she has some connection with me, perhaps because I was the one who
temporarily took her in after her parents died."  She patted Linda on the
head.  "But she feels better now.  She's back."

   Miss Andrews gave her a hug.  "Alisha told me you'd be back,
honey," she bubbled.  "But I'm so glad to see you with my own eyes."  She
called out.  "Girls, Linda's back!"

   A number of girls came in response to the call.  They gathered around
Linda, hugging her and even kissing her.  Clark smiled.  Clearly his younger
cousin was well-liked by all the girls in the orphanage.

   "Mr. Kent, why don't you take Linda up to her room?  I'm sure
she's exhausted after her long trip."  She smiled at the brown-haired
teenager.  "And tomorrow, Linda, I made an appointment for you to meet Mr.
and Mrs. Danvers.  Did Mr. Kent tell you about them?"

   Linda nodded and smiled.  "Yes, that's great, Miss Andrews.  But
right now it just feels good to be home.  This orphanage will always feel
like home to me."

   Walking up the stairs with Clark, Linda felt happy.  Happy and
relieved.  The evil Supergirl was gone.  She felt normal again.  Apart from
the patch on her arm feeding her a constant supply of nicotine, everything
was back to normal.  And after her cousin talked to his Justice League
friends, even that might soon be gone.

   They walked to Linda's room.  She opened the door and they went
inside.  Clark sat on the bed while she turned on the lamp on her desk.  She
turned to her cousin.  "Thanks for everything today, Superman," she
whispered gratefully.  "You're sure smart.  You certainly managed to keep
my evil twin from getting to you like she planned."

   "Well, it's not often that I get blindsided, Linda," Clark
grinned.  "It takes someone pretty clever to pull the wool over my eyes."

   All at once they heard a timid knock on Linda's door.  A teenage
girl stood shyly in the doorway, bashfully smiling.  "Uh, excuse me, Linda.
I missed saying `hi' and welcoming you back with the other girls
downstairs.  So I had to come by.  I want to give you a big, welcome-home
hug!"  With no hesitation she crossed the room and wrapped her arms around
Linda's neck, pulling their bodies close.  "Welcome back, Linda, honey,"
she whispered softly in the brown-haired girl's ear.  "Welcome all the way
back!"

   The girl turned to smile at Clark.  "Oh, Mr. Kent," she effused.
"You don't know how much I appreciate you bringing Linda back personally.
I was _so_ worried!  If you don't mind I'd like to give you a big hug, too.
Is that okay?"

   Clark was a tad embarrassed by this proposed unexpected show of
affection from a total stranger.  But he understood the girl's relief.
"Sure, that's fine," he smiled, standing up so the teenager could embrace
him.  "I'm sorry, but I didn't catch your name.  What is it again?"

   Wrapping her arms around Clark the pretty blond teenager embraced him
almost too enthusiastically.  "Alisha," she whispered in his ear.  "I'm
Alisha Keener."

   Clark glanced over at Linda.  She had a peculiar smile on her face.
It wasn't strange for her to be smiling.  But this was a mocking smile; a
smug, condescending, almost arrogant grin.

   All at once Clark put his hands on his head.  "Ooh," he groaned
stiffly.  "I feel strange.  Something's wrong."  In disbelief he stared at
the pretty little blond teenager still by his side.  "What the -?"

   Reaching in her blouse Alisha pulled out a necklace.  Inside it was a
shiny red stone that glowed.  "Do you like my new necklace, Mr. Kent?  I
just got it this morning.  Isn't it nice?  Would you like to touch it?"

   "No," Clark stammered.  "No, take that thing away from me," he
gasped.  "This can't be happening."

   "Oh, but it is, Mr. Kent.  Or should I say, Superman?" Alisha
snickered spitefully.

   Alisha was joined by Linda.  By now the pretty brunette's odd smile
had changed into a full-blown sneer.  As she came to Alisha's side Linda
unhooked the necklace and took it off.  She caressed it lovingly, touching
the glowing red stone and turning it over in her fingers.  Still clutching it
tenderly, abruptly she turned and with no qualms kissed her friend on the
mouth.

   "Holy shit, Alisha baby!  You're the greatest.  Yeah, you're a
fuckin' lifesaver," Linda cooed with a wicked giggle, nibbling impudently
the buxom blond's ear.  "God, thanks so much for wearing one of the backup
Red Kryptonite necklaces for me.  It sure as hell did the trick.  Fuck, I
think my cousin Clark appreciates it, too.  You do, don't you, Clark?"

   Clark still stood by the bed with his head in his hands.  He looked
up.  "It's happening," he whispered.  "I'm trying to fight it but it's
happening.  Linda, I can't believe you did this.  But why?  The body scan
said the Red Kryptonite was all worn off."

   "Right, it was" the brunette replied flippantly.  She circled him
carrying the glowing necklace with a condescending air.  "But you didn't
know, Clark, and I forgot as soon as the Red Kryptonite wore off, that Alisha
and I had prepared a little fail-safe plan.  You see, I made four Red
Kryptonite necklaces out of the rock I stole from Janetti.  Your heat vision
destroyed two of them this afternoon, the one around my neck and the other
one I had in my hand to put around yours.  But I was afraid something might
go wrong.  So Alisha came back to the orphanage with the other two."  She
lifted the radiant red necklace in the air.  She smirked knowingly at her
blond accomplice.  "My God, Alisha honey, it's so fuckin' pretty, isn't
it?  Don't you just love the way it glows?  You know what?  I think my
cousin wants to touch it.  Don't you, Clark?"

   "No," he groaned crossly.  "No, keep it away from me!"

   Alisha came between them.  "Please, let me handle him, baby."
Taking the iridescent necklace from Linda she began swinging it back and
forth in front of Clark.  "You feel it, don't you?  Yeah, it's happening.
You're changing.  Come on, don't deny it, Superman.  I can tell your
delicious transformation's well underway," the blond teen teased
mercilessly.  "Yeah, deep inside of you a strange new attitude is
desperately trying to push itself out.  God damn, it's so wicked, isn't it?
But you love that.  You find it incredibly alluring, don't you?  Yeah, you
can't wait for it to take you over totally so you can ditch the old
goody-goody Superman forever."  She cackled.  "Shit, baby, stop fighting.
We all know it's fuckin' inevitable!"

   Impudently she pulled off his necktie and ripped open his shirt,
revealing his red and blue uniform underneath.  "You need to be bad, don't
you, Superman?  Yeah, you're fuckin' sick of being good," Alisha teased.
"You want to do something appallingly wicked, something totally
reprehensible, don't you?"  A malicious little laugh followed.  "Well,
honey, that's fine with me.  In fact, I intend to help you descend into
wickedness."  She pushed her lithe teenage body against his and
french-kissed him fervently, repeatedly forcing her tongue inside his
trembling lips.  She let out an irreverent laugh.  "Yeah, I'm gonna make
you be so bad tonight!"

   "No," he groaned, halfheartedly trying to push her away.  "No, I
don't want to."

   "Oh yes you do, Superman," Alisha cooed.  "God, look!  You sure as
hell do want it.  Shit, your cock's already _so_ big and hard!  It's
sticking straight up inside your pants.  And best of all for you, I'm a real
slut and so you want to fuck me.  Admit it, honey.  It's true.  You want to
fuck me, don't you?  You can't help it.  God, you want me so bad.  So
let's hear you say it."

   A strange look of desire gradually crept over his face.  Suddenly his
eyes appeared to clear.  "Oh shit," Superman murmured quietly.  "God, I
never dreamed I'd feel this way, but I do.  Yeah, you're right, Alisha.
Maybe it's because you're such a slutty little teenager.  I don't know.
But God, I can't deny it.  Yeah, I really do want to fuck you!"  He
suddenly let out an evil laugh.  "Hell, it _is_ true.  You're _so_ right.
All I want to do is fuck!"  Pushing his abdomen against hers, he shamelessly
wrapped his arms around Alisha's neck.  "Evil sounds lots more fun than how
I used to be," he laughed callously.  He kissed the teenager this time and
showed no reluctance.  "God, I do want you, you little bitch.  Can we do it
right here in Linda's room?"

   "Yeah, why not?" she giggled happily, glancing at Linda who grinned
back as Alisha grabbed Superman's ass with both hands.  "But I'm a smoker,
baby.  I want you to smoke, too.  Don't you want to be a smoker along with
Kara and me?  God, you should because being a smoker's very wicked,
Superman.  Doesn't smoking a delicious Red Kryptonite cigarette with your
cousin and me sound like fun?  Yeah, and once you get some of the delicious
smoke deep inside your lungs it'll make you even wickeder!"

   Superman nodded.  "I need to be bad," he groaned eagerly.  "Let me
have one!"

   "Wait a sec," Linda urged.  "I'll go to your room, Alisha, and
get the last necklace and the Red Kryptonite cigarettes.  I think both
Superman and I should wear matching red necklaces.  Don't you agree?"  As
Alisha nodded Linda touched the back of her cousin's neck.  "How about you,
Kal-El?  Do you want a Red Kryptonite necklace like mine to wear?"

   Superman let out a deep, guttural laugh.  "Kara, whatever keeps me
feeling exactly the way I feel right now is the _only_ fuckin' thing I
want," he snickered evilly.  "Hey, Kara, I'm gonna fuck your little
friend.  Do you want to watch me fuck her?"

   "Absolutely," Linda giggled, delighted by her cousin's rapid
transformation.  She knew putting the last necklace around his neck would
seal it for good.  Eagerly she ran to Alisha's room, returning with the
remaining necklace and a pack of Lex's Kryptonite cigarettes.  She was about
to close and lock the door, but before she did she cautioned the other two.
"Hey, we have to be quiet.  The other girls will hear us if we're too
loud."

   "Shit, I don't give a fuck," Superman crowed arrogantly.  His
shirt hung wide open and his red `S' was clearly displayed.  "I intend to
enjoy myself."  He began to touch Alisha, feeling up her tits and kissing
her like a man consumed with unbridled passion, which clearly he was.

   All of a sudden another girl stuck her head in the door.  "Hey,
Linda.  I'm so glad you're back."  The disguised Maid of Steel turned to
look.  It was lovely 16 year old Stephanie.

   Seeing the groping couple going at it, Stephanie gasped.  "Oh my
God!  What the hell's going on?"  Slowly a leering grin emerged.  "Holy
shit, Linda," she giggled impishly.  "Your cousin Mr. Kent is getting it on
with Alisha."  She serenely smiled at Linda.  "God, how cool!"

   Linda pulled her into the room.  Closing the door she locked it.
"Look, Stephanie, you didn't see this," she bullied the still smiling
redhead.  "If you tell Miss Andrews I'll break your fuckin' little neck."

   Clark didn't stop.  His mouth was on Alisha's and his hands were
all over her.  Alisha broke free just long enough to pacify Linda.  "Don't
worry, honey.  Stephanie will be totally cool with it.  You may not know, but
she was in a real tough gang before they sent her to this fuckin' orphanage.
Stephanie has potential, honey, lots of it.  She's nearly as slutty as you
and me."

   Linda grinned.  "Really, Steph?"

   The redhead smiled proudly.  "Sure.  I never did prostitution like
Alisha did.  But I easily could've if I hadn't been sent here after my
parents died," she smugly declared.  "Alisha coming was the best thing ever
for me, Linda.  She understood me and finally I had someone to smoke with.
Alisha and I also slept together a lot.  You know?  We had sex?"  She
giggled impishly.  "Yeah, I'm definitely a real bad-ass.  But Alisha tells
me you've finally wised up, Linda.  She says she's corrupted you.  God,
I'm so glad.  She even says you might start a gang.  Shit, I'd love to go
with you.  I'd love to get the hell out of this damn place."  She grinned
as Alisha and Clark kept pawing each other.  "Hell, I thought your cousin
Mr. Kent was a real straight arrow.  But from the look of it the only thing
straight about him right now is his cock standing straight up!"

   Linda wrapped her arms around the impudent grinning redhead.
"Steph, I misjudged you.  But I'm glad to discover just what a bad girl you
truly are.  Yeah, Alisha's right.  She and I are sort of forming a gang.
Maybe you're ready to be part of it.  That is, if you're up for fooling
around with me while Alisha and Clark go at it.  What do you say, beautiful?"

   Stephanie grinned.  Brazenly she kissed Linda.  "Honey, I've had
the hots for you a long, long time."  She laid her hand on Linda's breasts.
"I'd be delighted for a chance to show you just how slutty I can be."  She
squeezed Linda's tits.  Lust bubbled up within her.  "Hell, I was a real
bitch in my former life, Linda; pre-orphanage, that is."

   Linda sighed.  "Great, Steph.  But one more thing.  Did Alisha tell
you who I really am?"

   "No.  What do you mean?  Who?"

   "Did you know that Alisha worked for Lex Luthor?"  From the look on
Stephanie's face she clearly didn't.  "Yeah, Alisha was helping Luthor
with a devious plan to corrupt Supergirl and Superman and turn them both
totally evil.  It's a long story, but that's why Alisha was so impatient to
corrupt me."  Linda reached up and pulled off her brown wig, revealing her
blond hair.  "See, I'm Supergirl's secret identity."

   Stephanie groaned.  "Oh God!  Oh shit!"

   "No, it's okay, Steph," Linda giggled huskily.  "The plan worked
to perfection.  Both Superman and I are evil now.  Aren't we, Superman?"

   Clark turned around.  Stephanie saw the red `S' on the uniform
beneath his open shirt.  "Shit, yeah," he laughed.  "Now who's this
bitch?  Is she another of your little teenage sluts?"

   Stephanie gasped.  "Superman?  Oh my God!  Linda Lee's Supergirl
and Mr. Kent's Superman?  Shit!"

   "It's like I said, honey," Linda purred, stroking Stephanie's
tits.  "It's okay.  Alisha totally fucked us.  She made us evil.  It's
good news for you, baby, since you're evil, too, aren't you?"

   "Uh, yeah," Stephanie groaned hesitantly, finally realizing she
wasn't in danger after all.  Hell, if Linda wasn't full of shit then
Supergirl herself was feeling her up and Superman was about to fuck Alisha.
She shook her head in disbelief.  "God, this is crazy!  Supergirl and
Superman evil?"  She laughed wantonly.  "And is this the gang Alisha was
talking about?"

   Linda nodded her blond head.  "Sure as hell, Steph.  So, are you in
or not?  But let me warn you.  Superman and I are pretty despicable now.  No
telling what kind of wicked shit you'll get involved in if you join forces
with us."

   Stephanie responded by turning Linda's head to kiss her on the
mouth.  "I always thought you were hot, Linda," she sighed happily.  "But
now I find out you're Supergirl and you've been corrupted.  Hell yeah, I'd
love to join you."  She kissed the Maid of Steel and brushed her hands over
Supergirl's tits this time.  "God I'm glad I agreed to help Alisha.  Shit,
it's my lucky day!"

   Superman brusquely interrupted.  "Look, girls, this is great but I
don't want to be interrupted anymore.  I'm hard and I want to fuck Alisha.
Let's fly to my place in Metropolis.  It only takes a few seconds.  Then all
of us can do whatever the hell we want as long as we want.  What do you say?"

   "Shit, sounds real good to me," Alisha giggled.  "How `bout you,
Linda and Stephanie?"

   Stephanie smiled and the partially disguised Maid of Steel nodded.
"Just one more thing before we go," Linda giggled.  She gleefully put the
last glowing red necklace over her cousin's head.  Rejoining the lovely
redheaded teenager Linda put her arm around Stephanie.  "God, it's such a
nice look for you, Kal-El," she snorted wickedly.  "Now don't ever take it
off."

   "I sure as hell won't.  Keep yours on, too," her cousin smirked
back.  "Shit, each passing minute I feel more and more decadent.  But God, I
love it.  Kara, no wonder you wanted to expose me to one of your Red
Kryptonite necklaces!  It's fabulous.  And I can't wait to smoke one of
those Red Kryptonite cigarettes so I can turn into a smoker!"

   Suddenly they both heard it.  It was a distant cry for help.  A
bridge had collapsed outside of Metropolis and literally dozens of cars were
on the verge of falling into the Metropolis River.  Many cars had already
fallen in.

   Superman and Supergirl momentarily stared at each other.  Then they
both laughed.  "Shit, fuck `em," he scornfully muttered.  "Fuck `em
all."  He wrapped his arm around Alisha while Linda reached for Stephanie.
"We have better things to do tonight than be fuckin' superheroes."

   Moments later the four of them were in Metropolis at his place.
Supergirl shed her wig and proudly wore her sexy new uniform.  Superman had
on his red and blue costume.  Around Supergirl's neck was her glowing Red
Kryptonite necklace.  Superman proudly wore his, too.

   Alisha finally gave Superman one of the special cigarettes.
"Superman, honey, you simply _have_ to be a smoker just like we all are,"
she grinned.  "These cigarettes are great.  Smoking one makes sure you're
totally addicted to nicotine forever.  You'll never want to quit smoking
once you try `em."  She giggled and glanced over at Supergirl.  The Bitch
of Steel had removed the nicotine patch from her arm and was busy lighting up
a Newport 100 for herself.  Stephanie of course eagerly joined in, too.

   Superman gratefully accepted Alisha's gift.  "Light me up, baby,"
he crowed.  "The new evil Superman is definitely gonna be a lifelong
smoker!"

   Alisha clicked a lighter to fire up his cigarette.  Superman took his
first drag and without waiting sucked smoke deep into his chest.  "Ah," he
groaned.  "I feel it working.  It's making me want more smoke."  He
laughed and dragged again.  "God, it's so great."  He tipped his head and
released a thick exhale.  "The best part is that I feel it making me even
more immoral.  Right now I suspect there's almost nothing I won't do."

   Supergirl sauntered sexily over to her cousin.  "Hmm, let's see
about that," she sneered.  Stepping up on her tiptoes she kissed him on the
lips.  "Mm," she groaned.  "That's fuckin' nice."  She turned to Alisha
and Stephanie.  "Girls, I think Superman wants to fuck all three of us
tonight."

   "But he's your goddamn cousin, Kara," Alisha objected.  "God,
that's really evil!"

   Supergirl just laughed.  She put Superman's free hand on her big
round tits.  He didn't pull back.  Instead he began to squeeze them
affectionately.  Lust was shining in his blue eyes.

   Supergirl laughed.  "So what if it's evil?  Superman and I want to
fuck.  Who the hell cares?  After all, we both find being evil totally
irresistible now," she giggled.  "Think about it, Alisha.  Why should that
stop us?  Hell, I already fucked Jimmy Olsen this morning and together you
and I had sex with the lovely Lois Lane."  She kissed Superman harder this
time, and the whole time he kept massing her tits.  "If we fuck it only
proves we're both as bad as we can be."

   Superman laughed arrogantly.  "You fucked Jimmy?  Hell, he didn't
tell me that.  And you girls also did Lois?"  He shook his head and cackled.
"God, girls, that's fabulous."  He leered at his wicked cousin.  "Kara,
I'm gonna enjoy being bad with you.  You're such a sexy little
super-slut."  He shot a grin at 16 year old Stephanie, more of a leer than a
smile.  He began rubbing his cock through his red pants.  "Shit, yeah, I'd
love to fuck all three of you girls one after the other.  I can handle it.
After all, they don't call me Superman for nothing!"

   Alisha and Stephanie joined the former superheroes.  "I must be the
luckiest girl alive," Alisha smirked.  "I want to be the first girl to get
fucked by Superman and Supergirl at the same time."

   "Yeah, but you won't be the last," Supergirl said with a malicious
giggle.  "I can guarantee that!  Right, Stephanie?"

   "God, getting fucked by Superman himself!  What a rush," the
redhead giggled.  "And with Supergirl joining in?  Hell, I'm sure glad I
decided to stick my head in your room tonight!"

   "Look, you disgusting redheaded slut, as soon as I fuck Kara and
Alisha I'm gonna stick my big cock in your slot, baby," Superman laughed.
"God, fucking a 16 year old, a 17 year old and my own teenage cousin.  What
the hell am I gonna do for an encore?"

   Supergirl giggled.  "How about Lois Lane?  You'd get a kick out of
seducing that self-righteous bitch and getting her sweet little ass into bed
with you!"

   "Perfect," Superman groaned, for Kara was pulling down his red
pants and blue tights.  His cock stood straight up.  She started stroking it
and Alisha and Stephanie quickly joined her.

   Cigarettes in hand, all four of them kissed and fondled each other
ravenously as they kept smoking.  Superman forcefully pulled off Supergirl's
blouse, exposed her hits and eagerly kissed them.  As he did Alisha,
Stephanie and Supergirl worked to stroke his super-hard cock as he groaned
with pleasure.  Soon, consumed by lust Superman eagerly shoved his stiff cock
into Supergirl's wet pussy.  This time it was Supergirl who groaned with
unyielding pleasure.

   "God, this is the happiest ending I can imagine," the Bitch of
Steel moaned blissfully while Alisha and Stephanie fed her smoke and Superman
thrust hard inside her.  "Fuck, this is the best!"

   "Correction, Supergirl," Alisha grinned wickedly.  She shot a sly
glance at Superman, then at Stephanie.  The buxom blond was especially
delighted by the lust on Superman's face as he mercilessly fucked his
beautifully wicked teenage cousin, who was acting like a real slut.  

   "Shit, this isn't a happy ending, Supergirl.  No, not at all."
Alisha laughed as she fed the groaning Bitch of Steel yet another mouthful of
delicious smoke.  "No, in fact it's only the beginning!"

THE END

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