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By the amazing Eviltrevor

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Supergirl's Sweet Dreams - Pt 8Summary: After weeks of nightmares, Power Girl finds that tonight's dream has landed her in a vampire's castle.Contains vampire., VampiresThe last few weeks had been hard on Supergirl and Power Girl. The dreams came seemingly at random. They could go for more than a week with undisturbed sleep, or have nightmares back to back. Going to bed each night was spinning a roulette wheel, or the barrel of a revolver.There had been snakes, scaly monsters that crushed the girls in their coils before devouring them alive. Feminine bulges moving slowly down serpentine bodies to be digested alive in the snakes’ stomachs. Flesh melting in a bath acid as they squealed in agony.One nightmare had found them bound and dropped into a trench. Concrete being slowly poured into the hole to bury them alive. The wet, cold, slurry-like material flowing around them, covering them, crushing them, suffocating them in the darkness. A slow slow death.That had been followed by some nameless horror in a swamp that had first ravaged Supergirl, ripping off the young heroine’s uniform and forcing himself on the Maid of Might. Only once it had satisfied one kind of appetite did it then satisfy another, shredding the Girl of Steel’s flesh as he took giant bites. Power Girl had escaped that fate by drinking 10 straight espressos.Caffeine hadn’t spared Power Girl from the next nightmare, an encounter with a mighty Yeti. The heroines had fought bravely and almost bested the beast. But only almost. By the end of the dream they were huddled together, naked, locked in the Yeti’s stomach, as it slowly digested them alive. The churning torture chamber inflicting agonies on the pair.A trip to the Natural History museum turned out to be a mistake, as the very next night brought a dream inspired by the fossils the heroines had seen. Only it was not fossils they’d had to fight, but living (in the dream at least) dinosaurs. Dinosaurs with mighty claws and razor sharp fangs. Teeth that bloody ripped the heroines in meaty chunks.The next nightmare had found the caped-cuties captured by Martians. Aliens that probed and experimented on them, like the plot of a B-movie.And that wasn’t the only alien encounter the dreams gifted them. On another occasion a very different kind of alien pursued them through a tropical jungle. Not a fight, no, sport. The alien had hunted them like game animals. Eventually capturing them, stringing them up and finally slaughtering them. Taking their heads as trophies, before butchering their carcases. Its knife slicing them from neck to navel to spill out their guts to the forest floor.The dream that stuck in both girls’ memories was the swamp. Dragged into glutinous mud by Kryptonite enhanced worms, they died writhing in the dark cold filthy depths. Not from suffocation, but from the worms burrowing into them and eating them from the inside out. Entered through the mouth, the vagina, the anus… worms penetrated their every opening to gorge themselves on female flesh. Supergirl and Power Girl feeling the worms, slithering and sliding inside guts, throat and womb - the indescribable pain of being nibbled to death.That and the branding. Not eaten, not ripped apart. Tied down and branded with hot Kryptonite pokers. The superheated metal searing into their flesh, sizzling and popping like bacon under a grill. They squealed like pigs through the gags each time the brands were applied to their skin, straining against the chains that held them, the cooking female flesh smelling much like bacon.A trip to the cinema inspired one of their nightmares. From the movie screen, Jason Voorhees pursued the girls though night time forests. The hockey masked villain’s razor sharp rusty machete slicing into them. Karen he impaled, leaving the buxom heroine spluttering blood as she died pinned to a wall, feet kicking in the air, the blade impaled right through her left breast. Kara he finally cornered and cut up. Chopping her off pert breasts, hacking away her tasty ass, slicing off limbs, then finally - with a terrible blow- taking off the heroine’s pretty head. He’d held the heroine’s head up high, her tongue lolling out of blue lips, so her dying eyes could see the bloody pile of meat and offal that once had been her lust-worthy body.Every night brought the same question - what would sleep bring this time?—--Power Girl looked around her, this forest seemed disturbingly familiar to her. Night with a full moon - check. Spooky trees - check. Mist - check. Ominous howling of a wolf in the distance - check. She was in the same low budget horror movie as the first nightmare! “Well, if wolfy turns up I am going to smash his skull with this branch” the heroine gumbled to herself hefting up a large piece of wood.At that moment the night was illuminated by a blinding flash of light as lightning forked down from the sky, followed a split second later by a terrible rolling crash of thunder. The stormy weather briefly revealed by a castle, perhaps a mile away, towering over the trees. Less military fortress, more jumble of gothic features. Towers, turrets, gargoyles, mismatched roofs. “Great, low rent Transylvania” Power Girl continued to grumble.It was as a second tongue of lightning forked its way across the sky that Karen thought about what was missing from the scene. No Kara. Maybe this wasn’t one of their shared nightmares after all. Could this be just a regular nightmare? Or.. it seemed too much to hope.. a regular dream? She shivered, not from fright but with cold. “Really?! I’m wearing that?! In a forest?! AT NIGHT!!!”The Hammer Horror aesthetic extended not just to her location but also her clothing. No sturdy boot encased toned calves, instead her feet were bare. Where normally tights and a leotard hinted at the stunning womanly body underneath, in this dream nothing was left to the imagination. It was, for lack of a better term, a night dress. But one made of the lightest, most sheer of gauzy fabric, meaning the body beneath was protected from neither male gaze or the cold. “Well, I’m not standing out here stackers all night. Lets see if the Count is at home”So saying, Power Girl, branch still over her shoulder, started the long cold walk to the castle.—-The walk was uneventful, with nothing more than frostbite to worry about. Power Girl had abandoned the branch after about a quarter mile, growing tired of lugging it about. The night gown had held up better than might be expected after a night-time hike. A few rips here and there, but it covered as much (or as little) as it had before. And the leaves that now clung to the fabric helped a bit.The drawbridge had (of course) trembled as she’d crossed it, the massive wooden door’s hinges had squealed dramatically as she’d entered the castle proper. All the elements of a vampire horror movie faithfully recreated. Not that Karen had cared. This was a dream, not reality. And the lack of Kara in that dream meant it was probably the more garden variety of dream. Maybe she’d meet Dracula, maybe not, but at least she’d be in doors!And in-doors was quite the improvement. In what was presumably the great hall a fire blazed in a huge gothic fireplace. The gargoyles illuminated in the flickering light of the flames. Before the fire stood a long old oak table, the wood black with age, placed on it wine glasses and decanters - lead crystal that reflected the fire-light. “This is more like it!” Karen said, helping herself to a glass of what transpired to be a most excellent claret.She was on her second glass when a voice boomed out of the shadows. “Welcome Kara Zor-el of Argo”The voice was old, refined, grand - but also heavily accented. More the english-stereotype of a central European accent than the real thing. “I prefer to go by Karen, gets confusing with the other Kara otherwise” Power Girl replied nonchalantly.She turned to face the mysterious voice. Descending the grand staircase was a figure dressed in black, the hint of a crimson lining to his cloak. He was tall, thin, pale - with an angular face and jet black hair. Kind of dishy, thought Power Girl, for a spooky European aristocrat who was likely to be a vampire. Maybe I’ll let him do more than just bite my neck! “So… this your place? Reckon you need a cleaner. What’s your name anyway?”The likely vampire stopped a few yards short of her, at the edge of where the fire’s light reached. “I am the Count Alucard, lord of this castle - I bid you welcome”Alucard… puzzled Karen, that doesn’t sound right. Oh great, my knock-off vampire movie dream cheaped out on the baddie. That’s Dracula backwards! “Nice to meet you count, hope you don’t mind, I helped myself to wine”She turned, just for a moment, to pick up her glass from the table. When she looked up he was right beside her, only inches from her. He’d moved so fast, without the slightest of sounds! And at this distance she should have felt the heat of his body, but somehow he radiated coldness. “Hay now… not on a first date. Don’t know what you’ve heard from Clark, but I’m not the kind of girl. I expect at least to be dined as well as wined before you get any of that mister! Even if you are a Count” “Oh I think not!”The Count’s face was no longer noble and aloof. The eyes were wide and red, the mouth open, long wicked fangs bared.Even had she tried it would be impossible to escape. The vampire struck, burying his fangs in Power Girl’s slender neck. Karen could feel him begin to suck, her life blood being drawn out of her as he slurped. It felt… felt… good. Erotic, arousing, she didn’t want it to stop. “OY! Watch where you’ve got your hands Count” she weakly protested.For the vampire had one hand on her ass while the other was squeezing her chest. He might be the undead, but he was still evidently male.As he gorged himself on blood, Karen felt herself getting weaker. Weaker, colder and paler as her life force was drained. It felt erotic, euphoric somehow. She wanted the rest of her life to be in the vampire’s kiss - a wish which (in the dream) was granted. The Count withdrew his fangs, his lips crimson with blood. The pale lifeless corpse of his dinner date slid to the floor, discarded now he had taken from her what he wanted. “Igor, you may clear the dinner things” the Count intoned. “Yesssss massssster” said a misshapen servant appearing at his master’s command.Igor was used to taking out the trash.—--Karen’s eyes fluttered open. It was dark. Had she woken early? Or slept through the day? She kind of hoped it was the latter. Ok in her dream she’d been the scantily clad victim of a vampire, but… It hadn’t hurt, there’d been no humiliation (if you discounted the stupid nightgown), and it had actually been kind of sexy (that Count… she’d have spent more time in those arms!). The kind of nightmare she was quite ok with…She felt something… hunger. When was the last time she’d eaten? Oh yeah, she’d skipped dinner. That must be why she’d woken up early. Serves me right, she thought. Well, that I can quickly fix, then back to bed and maybe the sexily sinister Count will haunt my dreams again!Karen swung herself out of bed and walked to the kitchen through the darkened apartment, not bothering to turn on the lights. Standing before the fridge, the electric light seemed too bright, it hurt her eyes. And nothing in the fridge seemed to match her appetite. Cheese, no. Ham, no. Apple, definitely not. Tinned Blutwurst, hmm closer. She stood contemplating the options. “Karen? Are you ok? Couldn’t you sleep? Not a nightmare?”Kara’s sleepy voice came from the kitchen door. Karen turned to her friend, planning on reassuring her that she was just hungry, but the words died in her throat. Supergirl was stood there in just a t-shirt, the thin fabric clinging to her curves. Looking so pretty, so healthy, so alive… so tasty. She needed to taste her. To sample her. To possess her!The hunger which before had been bad now roared. All Karen could think of was the feminine flavoured meal before her. The vein on Kara’s neck called to her… seemed to beg her to feast. “Karen? Karen! Why are you looking at me like that?” Kara asked, her voice beginning to sound concerned.Karen took a step towards Kara. Now she could even smell the meal, and it smelled deliciously sweet too. “You’re scaring me Karen!” Kara said, backing up.Supergirl flicked the light switch, flooding the kitchen in harsh eclectic light. Light which revealed the look of hunger on Power Girl’s face, and the two long fangs protruding from her mouth. Kara gasped in shock and Karen pounced.They went down in a tangled pile of half-naked bodies. Rolling and wrestling as Kara desperately tried to fend off her friend. It didn’t work, Power Girl overpowered her, sitting astride the wriggling Supergirl.Slowly, devastatingly slowly, Power Girl lowered her mouth to Supergirl’s neck. The fangs touching the skin. She stopped, made eye contact with Kara, then bit. Sinking her teeth into her friend’s jugular. Drinking deep of her blood. It tasted so good, better than even the best French wine. For Kara the events had been so fast. She’d woken to find a cold spot where Karen should have been. Following sounds from the kitchen, she’d found her missing friend standing before the fridge, and before she knew what was happening Karen had wrestled her to the ground. The look of lustful hunger, Kara had only seen that before in her nightmares.And now she had Karen’s mouth locked to her neck. The twin white hot pin pricks of fang buried in her neck. Feeling as her blood was drained from her. She was getting weaker, the world colder and further away. “Please….” she whimpered with the last of her strength.—--Kara and Karen jolted awake in the same instant. Kara screaming, Karen with her mouth locked to Kara’s neck - teeth biting into her skin. It took them a second to process the situation they were in. Then both sprang apart. Kara wrapping herself protectively in the bed clothes. Karen looking at the red marks on her friend's neck in horror. “K…k…k…Kara, I’m sorry” Karen stuttered. “I think… I think I should go home” Kara replied, dashing from the room.A minute later there was the sound of the apartment’s window opening and the swoosh of a heroine taking flight. Karen was left alone, feeling wretched, in her bed alone, sobbing.

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By the amazing Eviltrevor

Based on -
Supergirl's Sweet Dreams - Pt 8Summary: After weeks of nightmares, Power Girl finds that tonight's dream has landed her in a vampire's castle.Contains vampire., VampiresThe last few weeks had been hard on Supergirl and Power Girl. The dreams came seemingly at random. They could go for more than a week with undisturbed sleep, or have nightmares back to back. Going to bed each night was spinning a roulette wheel, or the barrel of a revolver.There had been snakes, scaly monsters that crushed the girls in their coils before devouring them alive. Feminine bulges moving slowly down serpentine bodies to be digested alive in the snakes’ stomachs. Flesh melting in a bath acid as they squealed in agony.One nightmare had found them bound and dropped into a trench. Concrete being slowly poured into the hole to bury them alive. The wet, cold, slurry-like material flowing around them, covering them, crushing them, suffocating them in the darkness. A slow slow death.That had been followed by some nameless horror in a swamp that had first ravaged Supergirl, ripping off the young heroine’s uniform and forcing himself on the Maid of Might. Only once it had satisfied one kind of appetite did it then satisfy another, shredding the Girl of Steel’s flesh as he took giant bites. Power Girl had escaped that fate by drinking 10 straight espressos.Caffeine hadn’t spared Power Girl from the next nightmare, an encounter with a mighty Yeti. The heroines had fought bravely and almost bested the beast. But only almost. By the end of the dream they were huddled together, naked, locked in the Yeti’s stomach, as it slowly digested them alive. The churning torture chamber inflicting agonies on the pair.A trip to the Natural History museum turned out to be a mistake, as the very next night brought a dream inspired by the fossils the heroines had seen. Only it was not fossils they’d had to fight, but living (in the dream at least) dinosaurs. Dinosaurs with mighty claws and razor sharp fangs. Teeth that bloody ripped the heroines in meaty chunks.The next nightmare had found the caped-cuties captured by Martians. Aliens that probed and experimented on them, like the plot of a B-movie.And that wasn’t the only alien encounter the dreams gifted them. On another occasion a very different kind of alien pursued them through a tropical jungle. Not a fight, no, sport. The alien had hunted them like game animals. Eventually capturing them, stringing them up and finally slaughtering them. Taking their heads as trophies, before butchering their carcases. Its knife slicing them from neck to navel to spill out their guts to the forest floor.The dream that stuck in both girls’ memories was the swamp. Dragged into glutinous mud by Kryptonite enhanced worms, they died writhing in the dark cold filthy depths. Not from suffocation, but from the worms burrowing into them and eating them from the inside out. Entered through the mouth, the vagina, the anus… worms penetrated their every opening to gorge themselves on female flesh. Supergirl and Power Girl feeling the worms, slithering and sliding inside guts, throat and womb - the indescribable pain of being nibbled to death.That and the branding. Not eaten, not ripped apart. Tied down and branded with hot Kryptonite pokers. The superheated metal searing into their flesh, sizzling and popping like bacon under a grill. They squealed like pigs through the gags each time the brands were applied to their skin, straining against the chains that held them, the cooking female flesh smelling much like bacon.A trip to the cinema inspired one of their nightmares. From the movie screen, Jason Voorhees pursued the girls though night time forests. The hockey masked villain’s razor sharp rusty machete slicing into them. Karen he impaled, leaving the buxom heroine spluttering blood as she died pinned to a wall, feet kicking in the air, the blade impaled right through her left breast. Kara he finally cornered and cut up. Chopping her off pert breasts, hacking away her tasty ass, slicing off limbs, then finally - with a terrible blow- taking off the heroine’s pretty head. He’d held the heroine’s head up high, her tongue lolling out of blue lips, so her dying eyes could see the bloody pile of meat and offal that once had been her lust-worthy body.Every night brought the same question - what would sleep bring this time?—--Power Girl looked around her, this forest seemed disturbingly familiar to her. Night with a full moon - check. Spooky trees - check. Mist - check. Ominous howling of a wolf in the distance - check. She was in the same low budget horror movie as the first nightmare! “Well, if wolfy turns up I am going to smash his skull with this branch” the heroine gumbled to herself hefting up a large piece of wood.At that moment the night was illuminated by a blinding flash of light as lightning forked down from the sky, followed a split second later by a terrible rolling crash of thunder. The stormy weather briefly revealed by a castle, perhaps a mile away, towering over the trees. Less military fortress, more jumble of gothic features. Towers, turrets, gargoyles, mismatched roofs. “Great, low rent Transylvania” Power Girl continued to grumble.It was as a second tongue of lightning forked its way across the sky that Karen thought about what was missing from the scene. No Kara. Maybe this wasn’t one of their shared nightmares after all. Could this be just a regular nightmare? Or.. it seemed too much to hope.. a regular dream? She shivered, not from fright but with cold. “Really?! I’m wearing that?! In a forest?! AT NIGHT!!!”The Hammer Horror aesthetic extended not just to her location but also her clothing. No sturdy boot encased toned calves, instead her feet were bare. Where normally tights and a leotard hinted at the stunning womanly body underneath, in this dream nothing was left to the imagination. It was, for lack of a better term, a night dress. But one made of the lightest, most sheer of gauzy fabric, meaning the body beneath was protected from neither male gaze or the cold. “Well, I’m not standing out here stackers all night. Lets see if the Count is at home”So saying, Power Girl, branch still over her shoulder, started the long cold walk to the castle.—-The walk was uneventful, with nothing more than frostbite to worry about. Power Girl had abandoned the branch after about a quarter mile, growing tired of lugging it about. The night gown had held up better than might be expected after a night-time hike. A few rips here and there, but it covered as much (or as little) as it had before. And the leaves that now clung to the fabric helped a bit.The drawbridge had (of course) trembled as she’d crossed it, the massive wooden door’s hinges had squealed dramatically as she’d entered the castle proper. All the elements of a vampire horror movie faithfully recreated. Not that Karen had cared. This was a dream, not reality. And the lack of Kara in that dream meant it was probably the more garden variety of dream. Maybe she’d meet Dracula, maybe not, but at least she’d be in doors!And in-doors was quite the improvement. In what was presumably the great hall a fire blazed in a huge gothic fireplace. The gargoyles illuminated in the flickering light of the flames. Before the fire stood a long old oak table, the wood black with age, placed on it wine glasses and decanters - lead crystal that reflected the fire-light. “This is more like it!” Karen said, helping herself to a glass of what transpired to be a most excellent claret.She was on her second glass when a voice boomed out of the shadows. “Welcome Kara Zor-el of Argo”The voice was old, refined, grand - but also heavily accented. More the english-stereotype of a central European accent than the real thing. “I prefer to go by Karen, gets confusing with the other Kara otherwise” Power Girl replied nonchalantly.She turned to face the mysterious voice. Descending the grand staircase was a figure dressed in black, the hint of a crimson lining to his cloak. He was tall, thin, pale - with an angular face and jet black hair. Kind of dishy, thought Power Girl, for a spooky European aristocrat who was likely to be a vampire. Maybe I’ll let him do more than just bite my neck! “So… this your place? Reckon you need a cleaner. What’s your name anyway?”The likely vampire stopped a few yards short of her, at the edge of where the fire’s light reached. “I am the Count Alucard, lord of this castle - I bid you welcome”Alucard… puzzled Karen, that doesn’t sound right. Oh great, my knock-off vampire movie dream cheaped out on the baddie. That’s Dracula backwards! “Nice to meet you count, hope you don’t mind, I helped myself to wine”She turned, just for a moment, to pick up her glass from the table. When she looked up he was right beside her, only inches from her. He’d moved so fast, without the slightest of sounds! And at this distance she should have felt the heat of his body, but somehow he radiated coldness. “Hay now… not on a first date. Don’t know what you’ve heard from Clark, but I’m not the kind of girl. I expect at least to be dined as well as wined before you get any of that mister! Even if you are a Count” “Oh I think not!”The Count’s face was no longer noble and aloof. The eyes were wide and red, the mouth open, long wicked fangs bared.Even had she tried it would be impossible to escape. The vampire struck, burying his fangs in Power Girl’s slender neck. Karen could feel him begin to suck, her life blood being drawn out of her as he slurped. It felt… felt… good. Erotic, arousing, she didn’t want it to stop. “OY! Watch where you’ve got your hands Count” she weakly protested.For the vampire had one hand on her ass while the other was squeezing her chest. He might be the undead, but he was still evidently male.As he gorged himself on blood, Karen felt herself getting weaker. Weaker, colder and paler as her life force was drained. It felt erotic, euphoric somehow. She wanted the rest of her life to be in the vampire’s kiss - a wish which (in the dream) was granted. The Count withdrew his fangs, his lips crimson with blood. The pale lifeless corpse of his dinner date slid to the floor, discarded now he had taken from her what he wanted. “Igor, you may clear the dinner things” the Count intoned. “Yesssss massssster” said a misshapen servant appearing at his master’s command.Igor was used to taking out the trash.—--Karen’s eyes fluttered open. It was dark. Had she woken early? Or slept through the day? She kind of hoped it was the latter. Ok in her dream she’d been the scantily clad victim of a vampire, but… It hadn’t hurt, there’d been no humiliation (if you discounted the stupid nightgown), and it had actually been kind of sexy (that Count… she’d have spent more time in those arms!). The kind of nightmare she was quite ok with…She felt something… hunger. When was the last time she’d eaten? Oh yeah, she’d skipped dinner. That must be why she’d woken up early. Serves me right, she thought. Well, that I can quickly fix, then back to bed and maybe the sexily sinister Count will haunt my dreams again!Karen swung herself out of bed and walked to the kitchen through the darkened apartment, not bothering to turn on the lights. Standing before the fridge, the electric light seemed too bright, it hurt her eyes. And nothing in the fridge seemed to match her appetite. Cheese, no. Ham, no. Apple, definitely not. Tinned Blutwurst, hmm closer. She stood contemplating the options. “Karen? Are you ok? Couldn’t you sleep? Not a nightmare?”Kara’s sleepy voice came from the kitchen door. Karen turned to her friend, planning on reassuring her that she was just hungry, but the words died in her throat. Supergirl was stood there in just a t-shirt, the thin fabric clinging to her curves. Looking so pretty, so healthy, so alive… so tasty. She needed to taste her. To sample her. To possess her!The hunger which before had been bad now roared. All Karen could think of was the feminine flavoured meal before her. The vein on Kara’s neck called to her… seemed to beg her to feast. “Karen? Karen! Why are you looking at me like that?” Kara asked, her voice beginning to sound concerned.Karen took a step towards Kara. Now she could even smell the meal, and it smelled deliciously sweet too. “You’re scaring me Karen!” Kara said, backing up.Supergirl flicked the light switch, flooding the kitchen in harsh eclectic light. Light which revealed the look of hunger on Power Girl’s face, and the two long fangs protruding from her mouth. Kara gasped in shock and Karen pounced.They went down in a tangled pile of half-naked bodies. Rolling and wrestling as Kara desperately tried to fend off her friend. It didn’t work, Power Girl overpowered her, sitting astride the wriggling Supergirl.Slowly, devastatingly slowly, Power Girl lowered her mouth to Supergirl’s neck. The fangs touching the skin. She stopped, made eye contact with Kara, then bit. Sinking her teeth into her friend’s jugular. Drinking deep of her blood. It tasted so good, better than even the best French wine. For Kara the events had been so fast. She’d woken to find a cold spot where Karen should have been. Following sounds from the kitchen, she’d found her missing friend standing before the fridge, and before she knew what was happening Karen had wrestled her to the ground. The look of lustful hunger, Kara had only seen that before in her nightmares.And now she had Karen’s mouth locked to her neck. The twin white hot pin pricks of fang buried in her neck. Feeling as her blood was drained from her. She was getting weaker, the world colder and further away. “Please….” she whimpered with the last of her strength.—--Kara and Karen jolted awake in the same instant. Kara screaming, Karen with her mouth locked to Kara’s neck - teeth biting into her skin. It took them a second to process the situation they were in. Then both sprang apart. Kara wrapping herself protectively in the bed clothes. Karen looking at the red marks on her friend's neck in horror. “K…k…k…Kara, I’m sorry” Karen stuttered. “I think… I think I should go home” Kara replied, dashing from the room.A minute later there was the sound of the apartment’s window opening and the swoosh of a heroine taking flight. Karen was left alone, feeling wretched, in her bed alone, sobbing.