The One Inside Batgirl...

"The one stuffed deep inside her delectable pussy, of course." I answer sincerely. "The one that has kept her on the edge of orgasm for the past several days. The one thrumming inside her even now, yet constantly denying her that blissful, gratifying release."

"You're sick." Kara says, ignoring me and my original threat as she steps towards her friend. "Come on, we're leaving."

The moment Supergirl moves towards Batgirl, her body betrays Kara once more. She feels her legs go weak, her breasts suddenly heaving with each breath as her nipples grow hard and erect. Her panties grow damp as her tender pussy gets wet with a sudden, aching need.

Supergirl collapses to her knees, unable to stop the muffled moan that escapes her lips. Her arousal is overwhelming, overpowering. Her sensitive nipples make it nearly impossible to focus as they rub against the tight fabric with the slightest movement. "W-what’s happening to me?? B-Batgirl... help."

The **** body of Batgirl doesn't move. Kara's own body however, seems as if it's on fire. Her skin is hot and flush, sweating, every touch sends jolts like lightning over her. Her pussy is dripping now and her scarlet panties are drenched. Her chest heaves with each labored breath as it quickly becomes a steady panting.

"She can't help you. No one can help you. If you move away from her, the painful pleasure that you are currently feeling will cease. The closer you get to her however, the worse it will become. Eventually, it will be unbearable."

I smile, crouching down to gaze into Supergirl's pleading eyes. "The question is, how badly do you want to save her?"

Supergirl clenches her hands into fists before flexing her fingers. Already, she desperately feels the need to plunge them under her soaked panties. Through sheer strength of will, Kara manages to resist, but each breath causes her breasts to rub against her top, sending jolts of pleasure to lash through her.

"I don’t know what you're doing... but I can beat this..." Unable to stand, Kara starts crawling towards her friend, each defiant word she breathes turning into a micro-burst of erotic pleasure. "I-I've faced tougher… foes. I'll defeat you... and save Batgirl too."

“Supergirl, you are mistaken. I am not your enemy.” I say, watching her desperately crawl towards her friend. Kara can feel the juices of her pussy leaking out from her panties, dribbling down her thighs.

“The Rapture is your savior. If only you can pull the vibrator from poor Batgirl, she will be free.”

Panting with arousal, Kara's juices flow down her legs as a glazed look melts across on her face. Supergirl fights against her own **** hunger and need. She fights desperately against her own body.

"Savior? That’s... impossible." Supergirl moans, finally reaching Batgirl's side. Kara’s hand runs over her friend’s body, savoring the feel of Barbara's exposed flesh and soft supple skin.