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As Superman was still wondering somewhere in deep space investigating a mysterious radio signal and looking for possible Krypton survivors, the SCU thought that they will take matters in their own hands. The rescue plan was simple, Maggie Sawyer volunteered that she will escort Supergirl to the secret meeting point to exchange her to the three hostages with the Collectors' crew.

Kara was shackled with steel cuffs and was driven to the location that they were given by the kidnappers. To trick the Collector’s men, she was not wearing a real kryptonite rock with a necklace like she supposed to, regarding to the given instructors. Professor Hamilton gave her a museum replica instead, this way she could still quickly break her cuffs off and overpower their enemies, as soon as she made sure that the kidnapped reporters were safe and sound. However, on their way to the rendezvous point, their police van was ambushed from the side by a garbage truck, their vehicle made several rolls and finally landed on its side. Supergirl quickly recovered from the crash, got rid of her dummy cuffs in and instant, tore off the back door of the van, only to face three mobile red light turrets pointing directly to her. The first blasts were so surprising and overwhelming to her, that she could only blow up two guns with her heat vision, the third gun focused its fire, and Kara’s powers started to slowly fade away. Multiple henchmen jumped on her with shock batons, she fought them as fiercely as possible, but the last red light cannon continued firing, which started to drain all the remaining energy from her muscles. As she was slowly fading away, she could still see that Maggie’s knocked out body was pulled out of the crashed driver’s cabin, and was pushed inside the attackers van. As her vision was getting darker and darker, she could only feel that she was rolled over on her stomach, several men have grabbed her hands, and started to force them behind her back. By the time the kryptonite encased handcuffs were finally on her wrists, she was totally knocked out cold…

In an unknown underground location, Maggie was slowly starting to wake up, finding herself in a quite uncomfortable situation. For her biggest luck the crash didn’t cause her any major injuries, but at her good news list, that was the last thing that she could cross out at the moment unfortunately. She was missing her gun and all her police tactical equipment. The wiretap and the GPS device that she was wearing was also removed underneath her black sweater. And to top it all, properly trained hands managed to tie her up completely, making her almost totally unable to move. As part of her special unit training, she immediately know that she was up to an almost impossible challenge wearing binds tight like that. Getting herself out of a strict hogtie and a rope harness without any gear, after just surviving a car crash seemed to be a totally hopeless situation. After a couple of minutes of pointless squirming and panting on the floor, she had to admit that she should try to get rid off the hogtie rope first, so she rolled on her back and started to pull against the main rope which was tied between her wrists and her booted legs. The fact that her mouth was roughly gagged made her efforts even harder, the people who trussed her up stuffed some kind of thick textile between her teeth, beneath the tight scarf that was covering her mouth. Every inch of her body was either numb from the tight ropes she was bound with, or was quietly aching from the car incident, but she kept on wriggling on the floor, fighting against the main rope, and rubbing it against one sharper part of the wall for time to time. Her hard efforts slowly seemed to make some progress after all, with several hours of painful work she was able to make one section of the rope falling into smaller threads. As surprised she was from this discovery, she did not even notice the incoming footsteps from the other side of the corridors. Dazzling light started to fill her cellar when its locked door was opened, and the powerless body of Supergirl was tossed through over it. How was she not able to fight back her attackers, Maggie asked herself. Then she saw the kryptonite embedded collar on her neck, and shackles around her wrists and ankles. Poor thing, her mouth was also muzzled with some kind of metal straps, and to make things worse, the radioactive chunks attached to her binds made her entirely motionless and helpless. Kara landed roughly on the floor right next to her, and as as quick as thought, the door was shut and locked on them right away.

Maggie waited several moments, just to make sure that their guards had surely left their cellar door on the other side. She started to roll on her other side, and tried to back kick Kara’s thighs with her boots to get her attention. She knew that she was surely in pain from the special cuffs she was wearing, but she hoped that she can get some help with her main rope that she was trying to get cut for hours now. Maggie continued to kick backwards with the heels of her boots, and now she was screaming into her gag as loudly as she could. She leaned her head back over her shoulders, trying to catch the narrow opening eyesight of Supergirl. She pulled the rope back and forth, waving her tied up hands madly, hoping that Kara will get the message. And fortunately, there it was. Supergirl’s blurry eyes started to glow in red, and Maggie could immediately feel a weak heatwave around her fingertips. She repositioned herself on the floor, and tried to stretch the weak spot of the rope as close as possible to Kara’s eyesight. The heat vision was weak, and the concentration to produce at least this little power made Supergirl slowly pass out. Was it enough, Maggie asked herself? She rolled back on her stomach, and with all her power, she started kicking backwards again and again in the air with her boots. The sense of the rope finally snap into two pieces was truly priceless for her. After hours of numb pain in her knees, she was able to stretch out her legs again, what a relief! As quickly as she wanted to try to get off the floor, she forced herself to calm her breath down, and tried to massage out the numbness of her lower legs and foot, by rubbing her pantyhose covered thighs hardly together for a few minutes. She tried to forget that she was still tied up quite heavily, in her mind her hands and legs were already free, so she started imitating the movements of her favourite yoga positions and breathing techniques with her tied up body as best way she could. As soon as she felt ready, she looked at the exhausted body of Kara, tried to say a muffled “thank you” through her gag to her, and started to slowly crawl back to the bottom of the cellar wall. It wasn’t easy, but eventually she managed the grab one bigger pipe with her hands, and she successfully pulled herself up to a squatting position, balancing weakly on the heels of her boots. She knew that their chances are still slim, but as she finally was standing on her feet again, leaning against the wall, she had a small hope that she can find something in the area to free herself, and get Kara out of her metal bindings as well. She wished that she could kick of her booths from her feet to make moving around easier, but her attempts were useless unfortunately, so she was about to find out how good of a hopping damsel in distress can she really be.

Look who is drawing tied up girls again and writing a whole cartoon damsel story instead of studying for his upcoming interviews, or building up an actual graphic design portfolio to get an actual paying jobs… Well of course I know him, he's me! So guys, here it is, third part of my new series, Supergirl has finally made her debut, joined by the lovely Maggie Sawyer from the Superman TAS cartoons. I might have made some errors in the story regarding to the lore, please excuse me for this, I am not a true expert in the Superman cartoons I have to admit that. Hope that you will like this part too, the next episode will be surely coming later this time, I haven’t even figured out who will get captured next. Maybe you already have some suggestions for me… Cheers, BB

(As always, the character rights belong to Warner Bros. Television Animation and DC Comics)

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As Superman was still wondering somewhere in deep space investigating a mysterious radio signal and looking for possible Krypton survivors, the SCU thought that they will take matters in their own hands. The rescue plan was simple, Maggie Sawyer volunteered that she will escort Supergirl to the secret meeting point to exchange her to the three hostages with the Collectors' crew.

Kara was shackled with steel cuffs and was driven to the location that they were given by the kidnappers. To trick the Collector’s men, she was not wearing a real kryptonite rock with a necklace like she supposed to, regarding to the given instructors. Professor Hamilton gave her a museum replica instead, this way she could still quickly break her cuffs off and overpower their enemies, as soon as she made sure that the kidnapped reporters were safe and sound. However, on their way to the rendezvous point, their police van was ambushed from the side by a garbage truck, their vehicle made several rolls and finally landed on its side. Supergirl quickly recovered from the crash, got rid of her dummy cuffs in and instant, tore off the back door of the van, only to face three mobile red light turrets pointing directly to her. The first blasts were so surprising and overwhelming to her, that she could only blow up two guns with her heat vision, the third gun focused its fire, and Kara’s powers started to slowly fade away. Multiple henchmen jumped on her with shock batons, she fought them as fiercely as possible, but the last red light cannon continued firing, which started to drain all the remaining energy from her muscles. As she was slowly fading away, she could still see that Maggie’s knocked out body was pulled out of the crashed driver’s cabin, and was pushed inside the attackers van. As her vision was getting darker and darker, she could only feel that she was rolled over on her stomach, several men have grabbed her hands, and started to force them behind her back. By the time the kryptonite encased handcuffs were finally on her wrists, she was totally knocked out cold…

In an unknown underground location, Maggie was slowly starting to wake up, finding herself in a quite uncomfortable situation. For her biggest luck the crash didn’t cause her any major injuries, but at her good news list, that was the last thing that she could cross out at the moment unfortunately. She was missing her gun and all her police tactical equipment. The wiretap and the GPS device that she was wearing was also removed underneath her black sweater. And to top it all, properly trained hands managed to tie her up completely, making her almost totally unable to move. As part of her special unit training, she immediately know that she was up to an almost impossible challenge wearing binds tight like that. Getting herself out of a strict hogtie and a rope harness without any gear, after just surviving a car crash seemed to be a totally hopeless situation. After a couple of minutes of pointless squirming and panting on the floor, she had to admit that she should try to get rid off the hogtie rope first, so she rolled on her back and started to pull against the main rope which was tied between her wrists and her booted legs. The fact that her mouth was roughly gagged made her efforts even harder, the people who trussed her up stuffed some kind of thick textile between her teeth, beneath the tight scarf that was covering her mouth. Every inch of her body was either numb from the tight ropes she was bound with, or was quietly aching from the car incident, but she kept on wriggling on the floor, fighting against the main rope, and rubbing it against one sharper part of the wall for time to time. Her hard efforts slowly seemed to make some progress after all, with several hours of painful work she was able to make one section of the rope falling into smaller threads. As surprised she was from this discovery, she did not even notice the incoming footsteps from the other side of the corridors. Dazzling light started to fill her cellar when its locked door was opened, and the powerless body of Supergirl was tossed through over it. How was she not able to fight back her attackers, Maggie asked herself. Then she saw the kryptonite embedded collar on her neck, and shackles around her wrists and ankles. Poor thing, her mouth was also muzzled with some kind of metal straps, and to make things worse, the radioactive chunks attached to her binds made her entirely motionless and helpless. Kara landed roughly on the floor right next to her, and as as quick as thought, the door was shut and locked on them right away.

Maggie waited several moments, just to make sure that their guards had surely left their cellar door on the other side. She started to roll on her other side, and tried to back kick Kara’s thighs with her boots to get her attention. She knew that she was surely in pain from the special cuffs she was wearing, but she hoped that she can get some help with her main rope that she was trying to get cut for hours now. Maggie continued to kick backwards with the heels of her boots, and now she was screaming into her gag as loudly as she could. She leaned her head back over her shoulders, trying to catch the narrow opening eyesight of Supergirl. She pulled the rope back and forth, waving her tied up hands madly, hoping that Kara will get the message. And fortunately, there it was. Supergirl’s blurry eyes started to glow in red, and Maggie could immediately feel a weak heatwave around her fingertips. She repositioned herself on the floor, and tried to stretch the weak spot of the rope as close as possible to Kara’s eyesight. The heat vision was weak, and the concentration to produce at least this little power made Supergirl slowly pass out. Was it enough, Maggie asked herself? She rolled back on her stomach, and with all her power, she started kicking backwards again and again in the air with her boots. The sense of the rope finally snap into two pieces was truly priceless for her. After hours of numb pain in her knees, she was able to stretch out her legs again, what a relief! As quickly as she wanted to try to get off the floor, she forced herself to calm her breath down, and tried to massage out the numbness of her lower legs and foot, by rubbing her pantyhose covered thighs hardly together for a few minutes. She tried to forget that she was still tied up quite heavily, in her mind her hands and legs were already free, so she started imitating the movements of her favourite yoga positions and breathing techniques with her tied up body as best way she could. As soon as she felt ready, she looked at the exhausted body of Kara, tried to say a muffled “thank you” through her gag to her, and started to slowly crawl back to the bottom of the cellar wall. It wasn’t easy, but eventually she managed the grab one bigger pipe with her hands, and she successfully pulled herself up to a squatting position, balancing weakly on the heels of her boots. She knew that their chances are still slim, but as she finally was standing on her feet again, leaning against the wall, she had a small hope that she can find something in the area to free herself, and get Kara out of her metal bindings as well. She wished that she could kick of her booths from her feet to make moving around easier, but her attempts were useless unfortunately, so she was about to find out how good of a hopping damsel in distress can she really be.

Look who is drawing tied up girls again and writing a whole cartoon damsel story instead of studying for his upcoming interviews, or building up an actual graphic design portfolio to get an actual paying jobs… Well of course I know him, he's me! So guys, here it is, third part of my new series, Supergirl has finally made her debut, joined by the lovely Maggie Sawyer from the Superman TAS cartoons. I might have made some errors in the story regarding to the lore, please excuse me for this, I am not a true expert in the Superman cartoons I have to admit that. Hope that you will like this part too, the next episode will be surely coming later this time, I haven’t even figured out who will get captured next. Maybe you already have some suggestions for me… Cheers, BB

(As always, the character rights belong to Warner Bros. Television Animation and DC Comics)