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The effects of red sun radiation is a wonderful handicapper when fighting any kryptonian. It temporarily strips them their great strengths and powers without the poisoning effects of kryptonite, and it is SO easy to reproduce, provided you are a genius like me.
Killing superheroines is anathama to me as they provide me with the only enjoyable sport and challenge on this planet. Incapacitation, domination and humiliation super heroines is far more rewarding and enjoyable. Besides the superheroine's irritation and anger and wounded ego, it never really bothers any other legal or governmental authority. After a heroine or superheroine gets clobbered and tied up and used for whatever purpose, interrogation, servitude, sexual domination, whatever, "authorities attitudes are "Just wake up, take a shower, have a good private cry or temper tantrum and go back out there and capture more muggers, petty thieves and stupid criminals." Inevitably, sooner or later, these pissed off super heroines then come back at me again and we can do this all over again. Everyone is happy.
Supergirl was punch drunk and had no idea where she was but she was swinging wild punches at shadows and shooting stars that were dancing before her eyes. There was a roaring in her ears and her head was ringing like Big Ben on the hour. The red sun tape bracelets were quickly draining away the super strength and powers of the voluptuous, blonde Kryptonian. Punches that Supergirl would hardly have felt when she was a full strength were devastating, knocking the busty, bikinied super babe for a loop. In her groggy, swirling haze Supergirl made out the reeling skinny illusion I created over my big muscular form that duped and clobbered her. Shaking her head, the bikini clad fighter tried to keep her eyes open and stay conscious and walk a straight line toward the man she thought was Herman Schmeedle.
Staggering and stumbling more than walking, Supergirl walked right into a right roundhouse punch that flew like a screaming blur and detonated with a loud CCRRRRAAAAKKK!!! right on the point of her chin. UUUUGGHHH!!! The buxom super heroine flew backwards like a patriot missle and with a loud CRRRAAASSSHHH!!! slammed right through the reinforced cinder-block wall, fragments and masonry flying in all directions. Supergirl's pink boxing were ripped off her hands leaving the near indestructible red sun tape bracelets still secured on the super heroine's wrists.
With a BLAMM! Supergirl was slammed down on the mat in the exercise room on the other side of the wall. She rolled over a few times and came to rest on her back, spread eagle and unmoving. (TO BE CONTINUED . . .)
Supergirl was punch drunk and had no idea where she was but she was swinging wild punches at shadows and shooting stars that were dancing before her eyes. There was a roaring in her ears and her head was ringing like Big Ben on the hour. The red sun tape bracelets were quickly draining away the super strength and powers of the voluptuous, blonde Kryptonian. Punches that Supergirl would hardly have felt when she was a full strength were devastating, knocking the busty, bikinied super babe for a loop. In her groggy, swirling haze Supergirl made out the reeling skinny illusion I created over my big muscular form that duped and clobbered her. Shaking her head, the bikini clad fighter tried to keep her eyes open and stay conscious and walk a straight line toward the man she thought was Herman Schmeedle.
Staggering and stumbling more than walking, Supergirl walked right into a right roundhouse punch that flew like a screaming blur and detonated with a loud CCRRRRAAAAKKK!!! right on the point of her chin. UUUUGGHHH!!! The buxom super heroine flew backwards like a patriot missle and with a loud CRRRAAASSSHHH!!! slammed right through the reinforced cinder-block wall, fragments and masonry flying in all directions. Supergirl's pink boxing were ripped off her hands leaving the near indestructible red sun tape bracelets still secured on the super heroine's wrists.
With a BLAMM! Supergirl was slammed down on the mat in the exercise room on the other side of the wall. She rolled over a few times and came to rest on her back, spread eagle and unmoving. (TO BE CONTINUED . . .)
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