...ls. She shook her head no.
"Too bad," said Black Scorpion. "If you liked girls, perhaps I wouldn't fuck you with my kryptonite cock."
Oh god . . . oh god. She had no choice. "I like girls," she lied.
"Prove it," Black Scorpion grinned, and twinkled evilly as she looked up at Ellen. "With her."
Ellen grunted from behind her gag and struggled like mad. It was no use. The ropes were tight. This had gone too far a long time ago. Now it was . . . a crime.
"I'm sorry Ellen," Supergirl said. "But I have to do this. Don't you see, it's for the good of mankind?" The pretty blonde began to kiss the olive skin of her roommate's bare thighs. She placed a hand on each of her knees and tried to open them, but couldn't due to her kryptonite induced weakness. "Please Ellen." She kissed again, running her long tongue over the valley of her tightly drawn legs. "This isn't just about you and me. This is about the fate of humanity." Tears welled in her eyes, as she thought of a world no longer under her protection.
"Yes Ellen," Black Scorpion said expansively, but laughingly. "The fate of the world hangs in the balance."
"Please," Supergirl begged. She caressed Ellen's breasts through her long nightshirt. "For me."
Ellen's eyes pleaded one last time, and then her body sagged against her bonds. This time when Supergirl pushed against Ellen's knees, her thighs parted willingly if reluctantly. The costumed heroine put her mouth against Ellen's pantied mound and ki...