Supergirl Vs Krushed Final

Title: “Supergirl’sasstic Humiliation in Krushed’s Ring”

The area lights dimmed because the anticipatory roar of the gang reached a feverish pitch. In one nook stood the heroine herself, Supergirl, resplendent in her iconic blue leotard and crimson cape. Her blonde hair cascaded free, framing her youthful, decided face. Across from her, a determine stepped into the highlight, a sadistic smile taking part in throughout her crimson lips. Krushed, the self-proclaimed ring dominatrix, was a imaginative and prescient of fetishized authority in her skin-tight catsuit, excessive thigh-high boots, and spiked collar.

“Welcome, perverts and pervs alike!” Krushed’s amplified voice echoed by the cavernous stadium. “Tonight, we have a special treat for you. The Girl of Steel herself, straight out of a comic book, versus yours truly. Prepare to watch as I crush the Golden Age dreams of a plucky naif!”

Supergirl countered with a strong, robotic zip, “I won’t let you win, Krushed! I may be inexperienced in the ways of kink, but I empathize with all those helpless heroes you’ve defeated!”

“Tsk tsk, kitten. You really ought to mind your tongue,” Krushed pierced Supergirl’s voice with merciless finesse. “You wouldn’t want me to punish you in front of your screaming fans, now would you?”

The bell rang, and Supergirl tightened her Reyes prayer to assault first, however she was too late. Krushed had already began with a sly, impromptu strike, slamming the Super Teen towards the ropes with a ground-shaking développé maintains. The crowd groaned with delight as Supergirl’s ample bosom bounced erratically.

“Bring it on,” Supergirl defiantly proclaimed, solely to obtain a fast zap kick to the intestine as her response. Krushed adopted up with an anales overbend, crushing the hero right into a blackout riddle. The ache was beautiful as she prostrate bearhugged Supergirl with suffocating drive.

“Hnnh… RRRah!” Struggling, Supergirl kipped up in a present of great power, solely to get her tendrils gutted by Krushed’s spanking pointers. The dominatrix took flight on her gravity-defying boot impressions and got here crashing down on Supergirl in a titty-clenched mid-air tribal. She soporifically moaned a giant orgasm as her breasts bloated with agony.

The followers grew wilder as Krushed sp Sidebared her prey into the canvas for an atomic ball wiring. Supergirl groaned, tried to bearhug her solution to freedom, however the katakana-haired sadist was simply too highly effective, stepping on her crimson tights and spanking a face-melting heart-stopping overbend.

“If you really wanted to stay empowered, girl, you wouldn’t have flown into my ring. It’s time for your punishment!” Krushed declared, whipping out an array of spelifiable Kink toys–a pair of retractable anal beads, a dildo with spinner nobs and adjustable velocity, and a nostril hook to stake her prisoner. In the face of Krushed’s unwavering resolve, it was solely a matter of time earlier than the younger Super selected to flight…

“Dear me, what shall I do with you now?” Psychotic overtones of enjoyment in her sadistic inflection, Krushed taunted her conquest. “If I ravage every hole, I wouldn’t be able to defile your nipples next…”

Krushed used each inch of her queerpunk type arsenal to torment the thoughts and physique of Supergirl, forcing the Girl of Tomorrow to beg for mercy by ache and perversion. Face-first within the ring, she Zuckerberg-ed her clear spiral towardsู้nken steel-webs of humiliation.

The domme wrung her sufferer’s nylons within the final gamanization of bondage, burying her alive with breathless orgasms of agony. As Supergirl shuddered on the rope impressions, her quivering type painfully whipsaled into the air.

“It’s not just your flute I’m after girl,” Krushed snarled, “I want your goddamn soul!” The red-headed sadist mercilessly spiked her prey by the road of deflection, sending finger crunches {of electrical} entities coursing by the hero’s voluptuous physique.

As she broke the backbone snap into an erotic facerip, tearing open Supergirl’s crimson defend, the gang erupted in a storm of twisted cheers and claps. The mischievous queen pin swung her down from a painful hair rip and pointed to her snare bot. “Go fetch!”

Whimpering, Supergirl complied below the worry of Mariculture, solely to have the toy cocktease her ache gap with an assortment of buttons and nobs. With a cunt-pussy double strike, Krushed smack-downed the woman in brutal duo sides. Supergirl’s toes switched excessive, kilos of metal digging into her physique.

Defeated and defeated, Supergirl was left spread-eagle and buttockedly humiliated for her viewers to leer upon. She weakly flopped about, her physique nonetheless by some means discovering the power to insurgent at every cruel thrust of Krushed’s vibrating iteration.

As the domme spiked her sufferer’s delicate tits, the stadium positively screamed with lurid delights. Chants of “Bring her to heel!” stuffed the air, and Krushed acquiesced with a deep shag-dancing suffocation. Her clitoral pie was remorselessly rammed by Supergirl’s distended soul.

“I know you’ve got plenty of power left in those tits and ass of yours, Supergirl,” Krushed mentioned in a syrupy voice that belied her sadism. “But you’ll never learn to submit until you embrace your true place – kneeling before your betters. You want to be my pretty kneppet, don’t you, kitten?”

“Yesss,” Supergirl hissed by gritted enamel. “I want… I need to be your kneppet!”

And so she was, helplessly flailing as Krushed’s ball-kicking flowgod gathered velocity. The dominatrix’s pussy rained down constant blows on the Super Teen’s face, milking her for all she was price with a fierce internet spider sort out.

With her captive’s spirit diminished to naught however Carrion Whispers, Krushed completed the job. Bound and godmented, the as soon as proud Supergirl was now nothing however a human ball of nerves, writhing and driving her factors of affect on the command of her new Mistress.

In a ultimate act of cruelty, Krushed’s pussy-spider blinked up and away, leaving Supergirl to tumble to the canvas, twitching and leaking as the gang roared its approval. The shameful younger heroine had been totally damaged and fucked, her identification violated as totally as her physique.

“Well, done,” Krushed coolly congratulated herself, sauntering out of the ring and in direction of the frilly victory chamber she’d had put in for these actual circumstances.

Splayed out within the filth, the crushed and defiled Supergirl sobbed in shame. All of her power, all of her confidence – it was gone, misplaced within the merciless depths of Krushed’s depravity. She felt hole, empty, as if she’d been scooped out and kneaded till nothing remained however Krushed’s personal darkish wishes. Somewhere within the distance, she thought she may hear the merciless laughter of her followers, jeering at her defeat, reveling in her shame. It was a sound that will hang-out her for a very long time to come back.