The troubles of Supergirl

Hunting down a speedster was hard business - impossible for most people. For Kara In-Ze, also known as Supergirl, it was far less so. First, Kara had her Kryptonian Vision that enabled her to search large areas despite all obstacles - she was tracking the supervillain even then. Secondly, while she wasn't as fast as a speedster in her moves, she could fly, taking shortcuts the speedster could not. And third and most important (at least as far as Kara was concerned), she was eighteen now. Gone was the little kid that followed her cousin around in their adventures. At five and a half feet tall, she no longer had to crane her head to look most people in the eyes. And after a full year of hard training with the Amazons, her physique had finally taken adult proportions, put on some lean muscle and athletic lines while her curves no longer were the subject of snide remarks; a hourglass figure with firm, round hips and breasts finally turned eyes where she went. Of course, that last was not entirely relevant to hunting a supervillain but Kara saw it as equally important. So her finally adult body afforded her greater power - so what? Had it not come along with appreciative looks from her male peers, Kara wouldn't have cared as much. In that she was just like most Earth girls her age.

Tracking down the speedster thief to an abandoned warehouse, Kara opens up a hole in the roof after using her heat-vision to seal the lock in the front entrance. Fighting Speedsters 101: keep them in an enclosed space. Descending slowly through the dark, abandoned warehouse, Supergirl scans the place for the supervillain. And before she can find him, something going well over the speed of sound punches her in the small of her back. Most bullets didn't go that fast and were a thousand times less massive than a full-grown man; a normal girl would have been cut in two. Hell, a tank would have a decent-sized hole in its armor. Having her cousin's invulnerability at full measure after years of training though, Supergirl only felt a mild, temporary discomfort.

"Stupid." a gruff unseen voice said. "I am almost as fast as the Flash. I can totally outmaneuver you in here and there's nothing you an do about it."
"Oh yeah?" Supergirl says. "You might be fast but you're only fast. All I need is a single hit." And with that, she turns to keep the enemy in her sight, launching herself at him at her slower but still prodigious speed. The supervillain - dressed in a full formfitting suit of black latex that covered everything but his eyes - side stepped her lunge and punched her twice in the stomach, gave her an uppercut to the jaw and finished with a kick to the knee that pushed him out of her reach. Fast as they were, the blows barely stung and the minor pain vanished in a moment. Supergirl laughed.
"See? You can't hurt me - and I'll eventually hit you."
"Oh really?" the supervillain snorted, measuring the Maid of Might with his eyes. "A beating wasn't my only plan." And with that he charged in. Supergirl tried to grab him but he evaded her relatively slow grasp, run around her and snaked his hands under her armpits. Before an incredulous Kara could react, he pinched both her nipples!!!
"What the fuck?" the superheroine gasped, furious.
"Temper temper." the infuriating man said mockingly. "And such language! No worries though, this won't last long. I'll do only enough to get bragging rights. Beating a Kryptonian sure gives a lot of credit in the street but coping a feel - several feels - till you get all of a Kryptonian's dignity? That's worth even more!"

Roaring a challenge, Supergirl launched herself at her foe like a human missile. Narrowly avoiding her charge, the villain dodged under her, shoved his hands under her shirt and grabbed her breasts for a spit second. With a superspeed higher than hers, Kara felt him exploring her before she could grab him. The fondling required him to tap heavily into the Speedforce to avoid her retaliation but on the other hand, she managed to put a good thirty seconds of kneading, teasing and rubbing in what, to her, was only one. Supergirl instantly felt her nipples hardening in response and the beginnings of a blush in her face. She'd played with boys once or twice in her secret identity as Linda Danvers but never got that fast a reaction before. of course, if the boy could pack so much attention to so little time...

"Aha" her opponent cheered. "You're not wearing a bra under that suit - it would show, wouldn't it? But while that usually helps, it doesn't do you any favors now." he said with a knowing smirk and a leer directed towards her breasts. "Say, are you a virgin?"
The speedster charges and infuriated by his question, Supergirl reverses her course and lashes out with a high kick that would take his head off his shoulders. Tapping into the speedforce again, he very narrowly dodges under her blow and reaches with both hands under her skirt. Pushing her own momentum against her from the missed blow and adding his own push, he overbalances her for a second or two. And during that time, Kara feels as if a hundred fingers are worming themselves into her underwear almost before she can realize it. Some are running circles over her pubic mound, tickling and teasing at frenetic pace. Others are running up and down her lower lips, into her folds, exploring. Supergirl gasps - that was something she had not explored with boys before - and her two seconds of surprise afford the speedster so much more time. Fingers are rubbing against her clit, others are exploring her folds and testing a hundred different pinches and caresses and twists.

Almost involuntarily, Kara feels her muscles relaxing. Intense pleasure courses between her legs but only four seconds have passed yet - that feel like four minutes. And she notices something interesting about her opponent; he's sweating a bit. He must need to use a lot more energy to outpace her thirty or sixty to one to do those little explorations of his than he uses to dodge her blows. And he's certainly distracted now. She could maybe use this opportunity to hit him, counterattack physically. Or... she could invite more of these explorations, let him waste his energy. Regardless of the pleasure she felt now, the decision wasn't as easy as it seemed. She couldn't just give him free rein - he'll never believe it and realise how she planned to tire him. She'd have to "fight" back but open herself just enough to make him reckless. And his questing fingers were trying now, seeing what worked. She gasped as they found a rhythm that made her clit seem afire with pleasure. Too much of that and she wouldn't remember her name, let alone that he was a villain she had to overcome.
The option of actually fighting seemed safer. And suddenly an idea entered Kara's mind. If she captured him, she could turn the tables before somehow disposing him of. It wasn't as if she could give him to the police now - boys always bragged and this one had bragged about his intentions to brag.

So what would it be?