Story from a fan: White Owl meets the WUNDERKIND

One would never dream that the bookish professor Athena Nikos, spending another late night leafing through footnotes at the Queen City Museum, was in reality the glamorous superheroine White Owl. But when Athena Nikos heard that sudden noise, sharp and metalic, of an object skidding down an empty corridor, her scholarly demeanor disappeared. She stuck her head out the door just in time to get a fleeting glimpse of leather boots vanishing down the hallway, past the unconscious security guard. Another woman might have been scared to be trapped alone at night in the museum with a dangerous super-criminal, but for the warrior known as White Owl, it was a call to action! Athena Nikos discarded her prim pants-suit to reveal the classic outfit of White Owl, the Nu-silk clinging to her skin, highlighting her ample curves. She looked like a knockout and she knew it. It was one of the secret thrills of being a superheroine---flaunting her beautiful body in public. But White Owl didn't have time to admire her perfect figure in the mirror. Not when her beloved Queen City Museum was under attack. Rue to any villain who came to plunder its collection! And so, White Owl flew down the dark familiar hallway as silently as her namesake in search of her quarry.
"He's heading for the Greek antiquities section," White Owl thought to herself as she streaked through the museum. Indeed, at that very moment, the Wunderkind stood in front of the display case holding the Rod of Zeus. Sitting on its velvet perch, it resembled a golden baton, with a star shaped ball at either end of a fluted shaft engraved with zigzag patterns. It had been unearthed a century ago from the ruins of the Temple of Zeus at Argos and brought to the museum for study. The villain stood there, admiring his prize, before a reflection in the glass alerted him to an intruder at the last second. With his lightning fast reflexes, he was able to move just enough so that White Owl's kick caught him in the shoulder and not the head. Still, the force of the impact was enough to send him flying across the room. "Visiting hours are over, buddy!" Shaking off the blow, the Wunderkind looked up to see a vision of pure female perfection standing before him. "White Owl!" he exclaimed, as much in appreciation as anger, for he had an eye for beauty. "And you are the Wunderkind," she replied, though in truth she knew very little about him. He was the product of four generations of selective breeding, his natural gifts enhanced by some sort of serum. Trained as an assassin, he was now a mercenary. "I didn't think you went in for petty theft." "Foolish cow! If you knew the power of that rod, you would know why I must have it!" The line intrigued her, for Athena Nikos had never heard of the Rod of Zeus possessing any special powers. "Really? You must tell me all about it---in prison!"
The Wunderkind had fallen beside a Grecian urn perched on a pedestal. The White Owl didn't want to damage the precious artifact, so she was tentative with her attack. That was a mistake. Intercepting the punch, the mighty Wunderkind grabbed her by her wrist, and bent her arm behind her back. It was a hold that would have worked on anyone who didn't fly, as the gymnastic heroine spun free in mid-air. Unfortunately, that still left the teutonic giant holding on to her wrist as she hovered, and with his fantastic strength, he windmilled her to the ground like she was a doll, and then did a backhand reverse slam, her head bouncing off the concrete floor again. The beautiful crimefighter was dazed, stunned. Her opponent was stronger than she had imagined, and an assassin trained from the cradle in all the martial arts. Worse yet, she couldn't maneuver as freely as she wanted because of the risk to her priceless antiquities. Yet White Owl was a true heroine. A champion. She would fight on.
Despite the ringing in her head, White Owl instinctively chopped at her assailant's elbow with her free hand to make him let go. She staggered to her feet, backpedaling. With her incredible physique and magical healing powers, she needed only to buy herself a few seconds to recover. Already she could feel the strength returning to her limbs. But the Wunderkind was not about to let her off the hook. He had already tasted her power, and knew of her resiliency. He would keep on attacking. "Foolish female! Nothing will keep me from the rod of Zeus!" As she stepped back, the assassin followed with a punch to her cheek that spun her head around. A knee to her stomach doubled her over, then an uppercut to the jaw snapped her head back. White Owl stumbled backwards to the wall---it was the only thing keeping her on her feet---and tried to regain her focus as the room spun around her. But she didn't have time. With superspeed, the merciless Wunderkind threw a barrage of punches to her face, torso and breasts, his fists drumming her flesh like hail on a tin roof. Pinned against the wall, there was no give, and White Owl felt the full impact of each blow, her body shaking helplessly, held up by the force of the punches themselves. White Owl's mask was bent, her costume torn and her flesh battered and bruised, but by this time, the defeated heroine was beyond pain, as she slumped to the floor in blissful unconsciousness.
Standing with his arms akimbo, the Wunderkind gazed down to admire his handiwork. The wonderous White Owl, defender of Queen City, was lying flat on her back on the marble floor, motionless. Even after a savage beating, she was still supernaturally beautiful. The curvaceous crimebuster had all the right details in all the right proportions, wearing a white leotard you could practically see through. Her bruises had already disappeared from her finely sculpted face---the superheroine was healing already. It was miraculous, but also dangerous. He needed to bind her before she woke up. Fortunately, the White Owl had brought with her just the material the Wunderkind needed to bind her with: the nu-silk of her costume. Eager fingers tore off the surprisingly strong fabric, ripping White Owl's famous costume straight down the middle, opening like a curtain to reveal the majesty of her flesh. Athena Nikos's skin was smooth and supple, tan and toned, her muscles lean and lithe. Her mountainous breasts heaved softly with every breath; her nipples were dark and hard. The camel-toed cleft between her legs was moist and inviting. The villain tore off her utility belt just so it wouldn't spoil his view. The Wunderkind's black tights could barely contain his bulging cock. As a product of 4 generations of selective breeding, the Aryan uber-man was always on the lookout for a genetically superior meta-human to mate with. In defeating White Owl, he had captured a goddess, sexy and naked and helpless to resist, at his utter mercy. Was this not a woman born to be fucked? But then the mercenary remembered the purpose of his mission. The Rod of Zeus. There was no time for erotic pleasures. The Wunderkind cursed, and took a deep breath, before tearing the garment into strips, then expertly bound the White Owl's wrists behind her in an intricate series of knots.
Satisfied that White Owl was securely bound, the Wunderkind turned to the display case holding the Rod of Zeus. He removed a slender glass cutter from his belt, placed the tungsten wheel against the pane, and began carving a wide circle. "Dr. Metzger of Heidelberg University found a tablet in the ruins of the temple of Zeus at Argos," the black clad villain bragged, as if the fallen heroine could hear his words. "The fool wanted me to steal it for him. But once he told me of the power of this Rod, I knew I must have it for myself. Even if I had to kill Dr. Metzger to do it." Having cut open a hole in the glass, the Wunderkind reached into the case and removed the golden Rod from its velvet perch. He cradled it lovingly in his hands, like a beautiful award, before his fingers curled around its shaft and he held it tiumphantly aloft. “And now it is mine!” Meanwhile, the White Owl's eyes fluttered open, and the room slowly came into focus. Her entire body hurt, as if she'd been stampeded by wild horses. The cold air on her bare skin revived her. That’s when White Owl realized her costume was gone. She was naked. Exposed. “Thank God my mask is still on!” she thought; at least one of her secrets were safe. Had she been violated while she was unconscious? The memory of her beating came flooding back the moment she heard the Wunderkind's voice. "Soon all world will know of its power---and then nothing on Earth can stop me!" "I’ll stop you!" White Owl said, painfully attempting to rise, only to find that her wrists were bound behind her back. "You're wrong!" he said, whirling about. The Wunderkind appeared happy that she had recovered. "For it is written, that he who holds the Rod of Zeus shall command the lightning.” The nude, bound heroine stood up to him fearlessly, with her voluptuous chest thrust out and her pussy exposed for all to see. "That's nothing but a myth." "A myth, you say? Then allow me to demonstrate---on you."
White Owl struggled valiantly to break her bonds, but she was still too weak from the terrible beating she had suffered at the hands of the super-powered Wunderkind. White Owl gave one last defiant glance at his dark satanic face as he pointed the Rod of Zeus at her. "Melanthios!" The air crackled in a blinding light, and a torrent of electrical energy struck the naked heroine between her breasts. "Aiiiiieeeeeeeeeegggh!" Her bones shook and her muscles spasmed and her tits jiggled like jello. The mystic bolt came from the same arcane plane as her own powers, making it perfectly designed to destroy her. And so White Owl felt pain more excruciating than any she had ever known, like a wildfire burning through her synapses. It vaporized the last remaining trace of her super-strength, reducing the once mighty heroine into a helpless vessel for punishment. Every moment's agony seemed to last a lifetime. At last, the lightning ceased. Color returned to the room. Steam rose off White Owl's sweat drenched flesh. She still looked beautiful, even though it hurt her just to breathe. She was alive, but only barely, hanging in that limbo between life and death, struggling to stay conscious for fear that if she passed out she would never wake again. Her body swayed, and then she collapsed in a heap to the ground, her bound hands unable to break her fall. The champion of champions known as White Owl lay nude on her back on the floor of the Museum, shivering and quivering.
The Wunderkind was treated to the exquisite sight of White Owl's nubile young body twitching helplessly on the floor clad only in a mask, gloves and boots. He wanted to fuck her right there in the museum, but knew that he had set off an alarm when he broke into the display case, and the cops would be arriving any minute. But while he didn't have the time to stick his own rod into that sweet pussy, the Rod of Zeus was another matter entirely. Smiling cruelly, the supervillain knelt down beside the fallen heroine, squeezing her marshmallowy tit flesh, and placed the tip of the gleaming Rod at the entrance to her trembling pussy. "In my country, we call orgasms the Little Death, but for you it won't be quite so metaphorical." The Wunderkind slid the star-shaped ball past the soft petals of her labia. The metal was still hot from the lightning and it burned her delicate vaginal tissue. White Owl winced as the jagged head penetrated deeper and deeper, bracing herself for the unimaginable pain that was moments away. "Looks like...this is the end..." "Melanthios!" The lightning exploded inside White Owl's sex, millions of volts of electricity causing her body to glow incandescently. "GYAAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" In one instant, her vagina seemed to be tearing apart, and in the next, her pussy walls contracted on the shaft, paroxysms of pain oscillating 100 times a second. The muscles in her leg spasmed and she kicked out violently, the tip of her boot striking the Wunderkind in the elbow. He let go of the staff and backed up, holding his arm. The lightning storm inside her womb instantly subsided. With the current no longer coursing through her system, her writhing stopped. White Owl lay flat on the ground, perfectly motionless, the Rod of Zeus still embedded in her cunt. But was the champion of Queen City still alive?
Anybody who wasn't blessed by the gods would have been electrocuted, but somehow White Owl held onto a sliver of life. She had been fried into a mass of sheer pain---tears pooled in the corner of the eye slit to her mask---but she was still alive. A tiny part of her wished she was dead, as a relief from the torture, but she quickly banished those thoughts. The brave and beautiful White Owl would prove herself a heroine. For she realized that the Wunderkind had given her one last chance at victory. To triumph, she would have to summon every last remaining drop of strength she could muster. She would prevail or die trying. While the Wunderkind rubbed his sore elbow, the battered heroine gripped the burning hot Rod of Zeus as tightly as she could with her powerful pussy muscles, and arched her hips so that it pointed directly at the supervillain's broad chest. As he reached down to retrieve his prize, she whispered "Melanthios." The same arcane connection to the Greek gods that made the lightning so devastating to White Owl was now working on her behalf, as the Rod of Zeus responded to her command with a ferocious torrent of energy that poured out of its exposed tip like a solar flare. The energy engulfed the supervillain, his eyes expressing the shock of both electricity and surprise. His body contorted and shook, and his mouth opened as if to scream, but the bolt so paralyzed him that no sound emerged. When at last the firestorm ceased, the Wunderkind pitched forward like a giant redwood, and fell to the floor, unconscious. White Owl took a deep breath. Her gambit had worked. Her opponent was powerful, but not invulnerable, and unlike her, he had no magical healing powers to revive him. Confident that she had saved herself, and her beloved museum, from another dastardly foe, the guardian of Queen City closed her eyes, and relaxed. (THANK YOU ROLLS ROYSTER!!)