Supremacy! Lying behind her....?

Stargazer jumped back when she turned, and the famous white and gold costume was illuminated by the light she was producing. She braced herself for the punch that never came. Opening one eye, June was shocked to see that the city's supreme hero was motionless on the ground before her.... ? No, he was moaning gently, she could hear it. But.... motionless! Somehow, that blast of energy had been enough to hurt him, or tire him or- it didn't matter. What mattered is that before June, the supervillain identifiable by nobody, Supremacy was laying on the ground. A smile began to creep its way across June's face. Was this it at last? Had- had she done it?

Using some of her power to turn back on the lights, June carefully stepped over to where he lay on the ground and lightly tapped his head with the tip of her foot. It rolled limply to the side, Supremacy let out a deep moan.... and that was it. Oh my god. June thought, heart pounding in her chest.

Getting down into a crouching position before him, she could barely stop her hands from shaking as she took each side of his head into her grasp. She pulled up his limp head so that their faces were staring directly at each other, her quickened breath spreading across his face as his eyes rolled slightly before focusing on hers. His chiselled jaw hung loose and open.

"I got you." Stargazer whispered breathily into his face, sending a chill down both of their spines, before leaning forward to plant a kiss on his forehead and once more letting him drop.

As Supremacy lightly impacted the ground again, he could hear the woman walk circles around his vanquished body.

"So, Supremacy," The woman beamed down at his useless, muscular form, enjoying every second of this long-awaited victory as she circled him like a bird of prey. Suddenly, she thought again on what was happening, and in an instant her nervous joy gave way to disappointment and rage. Halting just in front of him, she grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head up to face her again. "This is where you die?" She seethed, recalling all the years of pain and imprisonment he had caused her. "Here? Now? Like this?" She continued her questioning, clear disappointment present in her rage.

"Noooo...." Supremacy weakly moaned out. Stargazer could barely hear the vaunted hero through her rage. Reaching out with her two hands, she finally had an idea that might work, now that her prey was weakened and stationary. Placing one on each of the master of the city's temples, she applied a slight pressure as she spat out a few more choice words to the man who had chosen now to finally lose.

June rolled him over onto his back and mounted him. Using only a fraction of her base power from her fingertips, the power that never before could affect the hero even when it did manage to touch him, June sent electricity through her fingertips and into his brain -- and that was all it took.

"UUHHHHHHHH- !!" The hero cried out, followed by a silence so pure that June could hear her own heart pounding in her ears. It was to be the last noise that Supremacy ever made.

Though she wanted to sit atop his muscular form for a while and take it in, June could not help herself. She had to know! Reaching out with two fingers pressed against his limp neck.... June felt no pulse. Her heart thumped harder. She.... she did it. She had done it. She had won! She'd- finally beaten him! He.... he was finished! Supremacy, done in at last, and like this! By her! Little June, huh? Ha!

Stargazer rose up from where Supremacy lay, bending over deeply and sticking her ass into the air, to laugh loudly directly into his fallen body's face. This went on for several seconds, before she noticed something.... through the crotch of the spandex. His dick was....

June smirked, reaching forward a finger to tap at the throbbing tip, rolling it back and forth through the material. "At least it looks like something's still alive, huh?" She laughed. Had she been less caught in the moment, she might have questioned how exactly it was throbbing.

Still leaning over him, she dug her fingers into his waistband and yanked down his pants, revealing him in all his size. June licked her lips hungrily as she rubbed the back of her finger up and down his long, hard, (presumably) lifeless cock. Once she'd had her fun, she spat down onto it and began rubbing, taking up a kneeling position beside his form and jerking him off until at last he burst, exploding all over his vaunted, recognisable hero costume. Dead men can cum? Well, they must be able to. June smiled at his spasming cock, spraying all over the pure symbol on his chest. His last. She thought.

June would sit there and look over her handiwork for a long, long time more. In truth, she would likely never be able to take in the scale of what she had achieved. Turning somebody like this into a spraying-cock limp ragdoll, all in less than ten minutes. As she stared across his muscular form, and cum-covered chest, she embedded the picture of her ultimate victory, of his final resting place in her head -- forever.

She left him there to be found by the plant workers. She didn't bother to pull his pants back up, or clean his chest of cum, and so that was how he would be found. That night, using her electricity to stimulate her nipples, June would have the biggest, most mind-shattering orgasm of her life. What she'd done.....

In the morning, the city would fall into a shock that it would never recover from. Supremacy was dead, or so the newspapers said. And it hadn't happened saving the world, or battling some great evil -- it was done by a nobody. Supremacy had lost to somebody that the police hadn't even bothered to properly contain. Not just lost, but suffered the ultimate defeat -- his final defeat. Or at least, Supremacy's final defeat.

Despite what the world thought, Supremacy was not dead. Not the man, at least. Humiliated? Yes. Defeated completely? Yes. But dead? No, he was very much alive. His powerful heart, which need only beat once every six minutes, was still pumping as much as it could be expected to, despite his brief electricity-induced brain reset. He woke to a world where reports of his defeat, his humiliation, and his were widespread to such a degree, that Supremacy knew he could never return. Not as Supremacy. So as the city fell into chaos, as crime rose and the other heroes struggled to bring back the balance, Supremacy decided that he would make his return in the very near future, under a new identity, to take his against his conqueress. At least, after he had taken time to shake off the shame -- and the intense lust which he now felt for the woman who had finally done him in.