01 - Supergirl
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By Wolfordlover (translated from German by Gillian B)
Intro by Gillian B
Sat Jun 27 15:39:12 GMT Daylight Time 1998
Hi Folks!
Wolfordlover - who has posted here on occasions - has recently put a good story on Jonah's site. I thought it was very good and also thought that it might be nice for non-German-speakers to be able to read it too.
The translation is a fairly free rendering into English, rather than a precise word-for-word job. The translation is my own work, but as my understanding of German is limited to a basic reading knowledge, Jonah kindly checked it over for me in draft and pointed out my errors.
I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
Prologue
This story took place way back in 1984, but I still remember it well. Although, at the time I was already 12 years old, and didn't really need a "supervisor", my parents still engaged Sabina - my "babysitter" - to come to our house, if they were away. This story (which I will get to shortly) does not tell of the first escapade that Sabina and I had together. This is because we started out more tentatively in our games, and, with hindsight, less interestingly. Therefore I don't want to tell you about these evenings with Sabina in chronological order, but instead will go directly to one of my best experiences.
Before I begin the story, I should first describe Sabina. She was 17 years old at the time of this adventure. She had shoulder-length brown hair, was generally very feminine with a rounded, very pretty face and brown eyes. She was neither too fat nor too thin for her height of 5'9" (1.75m) - her figure was perfect. Sabina played a lot of sport, and (to my delight) she was very keen on aerobics. At that time, it was wonderful for me, because I already had a fascination for shiny skin-tight clothes (as I do to this day). For as long as I can remember, I have felt strangely attracted to "Superwoman", "Batgirl" and other female characters in skin-tight costumes.
Naturally, to begin with, Sabina had no idea why a change came over me if she was wearing her sports things while she was looking after me. Somehow, I was always embarrassed and preoccupied. I was usually boisterous with a head full of nonsense, but if Sabina wore her aerobics gear, I became rather "distant".
This often happened, because Sabina liked to train in front of the television while watching aerobics videos. Over time, she probably realised that she was very attractive to me in her aerobics clothes.
Apart from this, she also knew that I enjoyed "cops and robbers" games (when I was always allowed to be the robber). At the beginning of the game, she would be the innocent victim of the robber, then after that she would be a policewoman hunting the robber down. To cut a long story short, the following events took place after we had already played many other role-playing games like this and each of us knew what the other liked and also what would not be tolerated. This experience, however, was one of the highlights of our games together.
"Supergirl" Sabina and the Burglar
On the evening in question, my parents were going out to the theatre, so they arranged for Sabina to look after me, which she was happy to do, because she liked getting paid to do it. Sabina lived not far from our house, so she usually came over on foot. All day, I had been looking forward to spending the evening with Sabina, because there would certainly be an opportunity for a game with her - my parents always stayed out a long time, as they went out for a meal with friends after the theatre.
Sabina arrived at our house about 7.00p.m. As it was a fairly cool summer evening, she wore a long-sleeved black-and-white striped roll-necked sweater, and a short denim skirt. Because of the cool weather, she was wearing dark coloured tights with white socks over them and dark coloured slip-on shoes. "Aha," I thought to myself, when she came in and put a bag down in the hallway, "She's got her sports bag with her, so she's planning an aerobics session this evening."
After the usual instructions from my parents as to what we were allowed to do, and what we were not, they disappeared and I was alone in the house with Sabina.
We ate early in the evening and watched television for quite a while and chatted together. Sabina wanted to begin her training after that. I got butterflies in my stomach when I saw the aerobics clothes she unpacked. She had a blue outfit consisting of shiny Lycra footless tights and a matching long-sleeved leotard to go over them. On top of that, she was going to wear black jazz pants (although I didn't know that term at the time). "Why are you looking at me like that? Do you like this outfit too?" Sabina asked. "Hey," I answered, "that could make a really great "Supergirl" costume..." "Oh ho! I guessed what you would have in mind, kid," grinned Sabina. "OK, what do you want to do?"
We thought about a scenario which we could act out. We came up with "Superman" Clark Kent, who in everyday life is an ordinary newspaper reporter but sometimes becomes a superhero. We agreed to adapt the role for Sabina thus: she would play the part of a reporter, who would be the victim of a surprise attack by a burglar. The burglar has no idea that the reporter is really Supergirl - she will be able to escape her predicament and then overpower him...
For me, the best part of these games was always the preparation. First, I had to turn myself into a burglar. I dressed in clothes suitable for creeping silently through the house. From the kitchen cupboard, I needed rubber gloves; from my parents' bedroom, a pair of my mother's tights for a mask. From my father's tool cupboard, I took a roll of tape. For a weapon, I took a water-pistol from my own room.
Sabina's preparations were confined to adding to her aerobics outfit for the second part of the story. A yellow table-cloth did service as Supergirl's cape. Otherwise, Sabina just had to stay in the sitting room and behave as if she was not expecting anything to happen. She sat on the sitting room sofa and read a magazine while she waited.
Slowly and silently I crept along the corridor towards the sitting room. Actually, in my role as the burglar, I would only want to get the valuables and to disappear again with them quickly. I hadn't counted on the occupant of the house being at home - however, I was prepared. Now I had to overpower her. Then she would have to tell me where to find her jewellery, which I hadn't yet discovered. I already had the rubber gloves on, as I would have to break in through the door and didn't want to leave fingerprints behind. Outside the sitting room door, I pulled the tights down over my head and took the gun out of my bag and rushed in on the "unsuspecting" Sabina.
"What's going on mmmph, mmmph..." Before Sabina could call for help, I had already grabbed her and held my rubber-gloved hand over her mouth. "If you keep quiet, nothing will happen to you - I only want your money and jewels!" I whispered in her ear. "Lie down on your front and put your hands behind your back," I ordered in my best burglar's voice. Obediently, she turned over onto her stomach and crossed her wrists behind her back. While I bound her hands with the tape, she implored, "Please don't do anything to me. You can have all my valuables, but leave me alone, please..." "You talk too much..." I said as I removed her shoes and dropped them on the floor in front of the sofa. Then I pulled one of her socks off, balled it up and pushed it into her mouth, when she started takling again, "The valuables are all in the drawers over there... mmmph mmmph mmmph." Two strips of tape crosswise over Sabina's mouth prevented her spitting out the sock.
I still had enough tape to bind her ankles together and enough left after that to wind a few strips round her thighs. I wanted quiet to be able to ransack the chest of drawers and couldn't allow her to get away and raise the alarm. I got up from my position leaning over her and said, "OK, sweetheart, stay where you are and keep still - I'll be back!"
After that I went out of the sitting room, but stayed hiding behind the door, so that I could watch Sabina as she tried to free herself. It looked great as she turned and twisted, pulling against her bonds. I ought to have taken her other sock off; it looked funny, one foot with a white sock on and the other with only the dark nylon of her tights. The tape was unyielding. Where it was on her her tights, at her thighs and ankles, it stuck immovably. Sabina tried to turn her legs in all possible directions and tried to rub them against each other, but it didn't help. The tape held! Only I could hear her muffled cries, "Mmmph! Helmmmph! Mmmph!" No-one else could hear her at all.
With great difficulty, she managed to stand up from the sofa and hop to the table with her legs still bound. As she hopped, her hair kept flopping over her face. Some of it stuck to the tape over her mouth and partly obscured her sight. With a strenuous effort, she was able to reach a knife which was still on the table from our meal and was able to manipulate it behind her back to undo the tape round her wrists. Before she managed it, there were several unsuccessful attempts and a series of "Mmmphs" were to be heard.
Once she had freed her hands, it was only a matter of time before she had removed the sock from her mouth and the tape from her feet and thighs. However, removing the tape from her legs produced a nasty ladder in her tights. Now it was high time I for me to disappear into my room because naturally I did not want to see the transformation of Sabina into "Supergirl" otherwise the "surprise" would have been lost. So, still with the tights over my head and the rubber gloves on, I went to my room and began to search for Sabina's "valuables" in a chest of drawers.
It took a while for Sabina to become "Supergirl", but the waiting was worthwhile. Suddenly, as I was absorbed in searching through a drawer, a blue Lycra clad arm grabbed me from behind and gripped me firmly. The other hand was pressed tightly over my mouth, so I could say nothing more than, "Mmmph mmmph." Behind me, Supergirl sneered, "What have we got here then? A little thief who attacks defenceless women. Just wait, and I'll show you..." So saying, she loosened her grip on my mouth and pulled the stocking mask off my head. She pulled my hands behind my back and used the same pair of tights to tie them.
Next, she pulled me over backwards so that I lay flat on the floor. With a bound, she sat down on my stomach, so I was was helpless on the floor and could do nothing to resist. I tried to kick Supergirl, but that was useless as my legs were quickly bound with tape, which had fallen out of my bag in the fight. So, there was Supergirl in her blue Lycra oufit sitting on me and in complete control over me. My arms were tied behind my back with tights and my legs were taped together, so I could only beg and plead for her to let me go. Supergirl had other plans for me.
"Poor Sabina (who I've now freed) showed me her tights, which you've ruined with tape," mocked Supergirl, still sitting on me and dangling the tights above my face, "...what have you got to say about that?" She had already rolled her other sock into a small ball. "Sabina still had a sock left for you - the other one got a bit damp when you gagged her with it..." laughed Supergirl. "Please, don't do it," I pleaded, "I'll become an honest man, I mmmph mmmph..."
Before I could persuade her not to, Supergirl stuffed Sabina's other sock into my mouth. She tied it in place with the laddered tights, so I didn't have a chance to get it out of my mouth. There I was in my burglar's outfit, still wearing my rubber gloves, bound with my own stocking mask, feet taped together with my own tape and gagged with a sock and tights belonging to the woman who was supposed to be my victim.
"OK, Buster, now I've taken care of you, I can go back and look after Sabina. Stay where you until then!" With those words, Supergirl turned and disappeared out of my room. I lay there bound and gagged and all I could do was to moan into my gag, "Mmmph mmmph..."
After Sabina (as herself again) had freed me a few minutes later (I wasn't as good at handling knives as she was), we tidied away all the things we had used in our game. As we did so, we discussed our feelings, or at least those which a 12-year-old has. Later on, Sabina started her aerobics session again. Or was it Supergirl who was exercising in our sitting room? The stupid thing was that in the course of our little game, we had ruined her tights and her socks wouldn't be nice to wear either. I helped myself to another pair of my mother's tights for Sabina to wear on her way home. My parents never never found out about the role-playing games that happened when they were away from home.
Postscript
I hope you enjoyed this story. Sabina and I often engaged in role-playing games together, but this was one of the best. If you want to read more - just ask, I have plenty more stories. From the age of 5 to 15, Sabina often babysat me, in later years, really just spending the evening with me.
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