Supergirl

The first guard points to Supergirl, “her, alright?” he asks, staring at the other guard for approval. “Damn, well, alright,” the second guard says with a disappointed look, “but fine, if it will get you to shut up. Go for it.”

“If you lay a finger on her...” Batgirl threatens, sounding much more threatening than she has any right to be in this moment.

“Shut up,” the second guard orders, before then nodding toward the first guard, “go ahead and strip the bitch.”

There is a moment of hesitation, but only moment. A second later the guard has closed then distance between him and the girl of steel.

“Stop this now!” Batgirl yells, now coming across as **** and as scared as she actually is, “please!”

Suddenly the first guard reaches under Supergirl’s skirt, and after a snapping sound fills the room he turns and stuffs Supergirl’s ripped panties into Batgirl’s mouth, using it as a gag to keep her quiet.

The second guard just laughs, “damn, okay! Didn’t know you had that in you, man!” The other guard just keeps quiet, and then pulls Supergirl’s skirt up and stares at her shaved pussy. After that both state in silence for a moment, briefly mesmerized. Kara, who is essentially passed out, is useless to stop it. All Barbara can do is protest to no avail.

Suddenly the first guard pulls out a knife and starts to cut the skirt with it. A few seconds later the skirt is cut and tossed aside, leaving Supergirl bottomless besides her red boots. The guard then reaches around and grabs the Girl of Tomorrow’s ass, squeezing it tightly and causing Kara to let out an **** groan.

“Damn,” The first guard mutters after hearing that, “think she likes that?”

The second guard laughs, “of course she does, fucking slut...”

Batgirl lets out a muffled protest, but it falls on deaf ears.

After letting go of her ass, the first guard grabs Kara’s cape and gives it a tug, pulling it off of her. He then grabs the shirt of Kara’s from the neckline, then with his knife starts to cut down toward her navel. “How am I able to cut this thing if bullets don’t make little holes?” The first guard asks. The second guard shrugs, “guess it’s like Kevlar, that can be cut too,” he guesses.

With the shirt cut through the ‘S’ symbol on her chest, the guard then grabs the shirt and tugs it as hard as he can, ripping the cloth clean off of Supergirl and revealing her sports bra clad breasts.

Batgirl struggles and continues her muffled protests, but she isn’t powerless to stop them from continuing to strip her friend.

Without saying a word, the first guard grabs the bottom of the sports bra and pulling it up, letting the now exposed boobs drop free.

“Holy shit,” both guard exclaim at the sight of her breasts. The sports bra hid a lot, but now Kara is powerless to hide her 34D breasts. The first guard grabs a breast and squeezes it, “they’re real too , man, check this out!” The second guard graciously walks up and does the same as the first

With one hand, while with the other he pulls the sports bra off of Kara, leaving her now completely nude. “Damn, can’t believe she was hiding these,” The first guard says, letting go and taking a step to appraise the heroine.