Supergirl: Confidence Games

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Supergirl; Confidence Games

Wo Fat had been raised mostly by his grandparents who managed to eke out a living as traditional Chinese Apothecaries even under the Communist regime. The reason they succeeded was their oldest son used (or as his grandparents claimed, abused) their techniques to compromise, control or destroy those in his path to power.

Driven to explore the limits of the high technology that promised to propel his nation from bogged down in the ancient world, to leading the modern one, he found that combining the principals of his traditional Chinese magic with the tools of advanced neural-electrical interfaces yielded him results that promised a new world of cybernetics.

Frustrated by the limits of Party controlled education, Wo Fat won a scholarship to study at National City University, home to such legendary corporations as Luthercorp, Lord Technologies, and of course Supergirl. After rising to academic acclaim, Wo Fat became frustrated with the hypocritical American medical complex that denied him the right to perform the experiments he could use to generate the next generation of prosthetics that could make the blind see again, restore sense and control to the paralyzed and give the endless stream of armless and legless veterans the US Military Industrial Complex generated artificial limbs they could control and feel like their flesh ones.

No, Luthercorp and Lord Technologies were free to test anything they wanted that had direct military applications due to military waivers, but he was not free to test any of the technologies to fix the damage they left behind. As a foreign national, he was not permitted to be involved with any of the military technologies at all.

He would have to finance his own research. Fine. America was the shallowest country on earth. Vanity consumed more dollars than life saving in medical technologies, so vanity is where he would finance his goals.

Looking at his biofeedback technologies, and the American diet/fashion industries, he found his target demographic. American women. Diet and fashion all boiled down to one thing, women spending money to improve their confidence in their appearance, women using that confidence in increased appearance to succeed in matters that should be unrelated to that appearance.

The control mechanism of his cybernetic limb systems contained a ring structure that activated the Nucleus Accumbens and the VTA of the pleasure systems of the brain. The mechanism drew power from the vital muscle mass above the severed portion of the limb or spinal break, to power the system beyond the break. If this ring was used by a woman without such damage, the heightened pleasure and reward system would result in positive experiences being amplified, increasing confidence and charisma. Women wouldn’t just feel more confident, they would feel stronger, more decisive and thus test far higher, achieving the potential western society seldom let them dream of.

Initial testing with college students revealed that while the device was indeed successful in most test runs, serious negative encounters that activated the fight/flight response resolved quite successfully with the increased confidence resulting in early and more powerful adrenal and dopamine responses. Encounters involving shame and humiliation however activated different circuitry and produced a negative dampening effect.

Wo Fat looked at the test results, there seemed to be no way around it. Social/sexual inhibitions trumped survival if there was no direct threat present.

Slamming his hand down on his keyboard he swore in fluent rolling Mandarin, not noticing his striking the keyboard had initiated an internet search. Looking in disgust at the bondage porn the random search had turned up, Wo Fat was about to clear his screen when he witnessed the blonde submissive being humiliated and abused scream her way into a body shaking orgasm.

Freezing, he reloaded the sequence and watched it again, becoming hard enough to be a serious distraction, watching the large breasted gweilo begging to be used and abused, absorbing serious punishment and somehow converting that to pleasure. That was it. That was how to bypass the shame circuitry that was ruining his results. Couple it to his pleasure/reward amplification loop and the wearers of these rings would only get more energy from such negative encounters, rather than loosing all the confidence and power his system had built for them.

Wo Fat remembered his grandparents’ teachings of traditional medicine. Health and harmony were all about balance. He was seeking to disrupt that balance, increasing confidence, ambition, creativity, converting fear and shame and pain into pleasure so that negative experiences will only activate rather than repress the recipients. This created an imbalance, indeed, it created a side effect of increased libido. Fortunately, he had designed the rings to limit the feedback. There wouldn’t be any problem as long as no one used multiple rings or had strength beyond the human female norm.

Kara Danvers was looking at her course calendar. There was an oral presentation. It seemed funny that the Girl of Steel, a heroine who could take heavy machine gun fire or an anti tank rocket and smile was quietly terrified of the upcoming assignment. Public speaking terrified her. She remembered being new to earth, having to translate into English in her head as she spoke, and her two-minute grade 10 presentation had left her in tears, and resulted in her sister Alex getting suspended for assaulting some of the boys who had reduced her to tears over her constant hesitation and ever dwindling volume.

She had learned to master powers that made a tank no threat to her, but she couldn’t even look up from the podium to see the audience in public speaking. Sighing, she turned to her partner Alice Cheung.

“I can’t do it. I am just going to take the zero and see if I can survive the hit to my GPA. I am never going to be able to speak in public.” Kara confessed.

Alice Cheung smiled, and leaned forward, catching Kara’s eye.

“Listen, you know I was in the same boat you were, terrified of public speaking. I am an immigrant and English isn’t my first language, plus the English I learned wasn’t American, so I got mocked a lot for it. Until this year I expected to take the hit and walk away with a B when I deserve the A+. Now, thanks to this, I don’t have to.”

Alice flashed a strange bronze ring with circuits woven into it. Kara activated her vision and saw the whole thing was a mass of circuitry that seemed to be lightly energized. Looking into Alice, she read her vitals and found her to be, well, better than she should be.

“What is that?” Kara asked.

“Wo Fat, the assistant professor from Beijing is testing them in the college. They make women more confident. They just reenforce positive experiences and redirect negative ones so you don’t shut down the first time you feel social anxiety. You know the material almost as well as I do, but without this, I would eat the same zero you are talking about. I just did my presentation last block and walked out with a ninety four percent!”

Kara thought about it. There was some Kryptonian technology that did something similar, crystal based. She knew her cousin used it growing up, but she had no access to it. Maybe she would give this a try.

“Thanks Alice, I will see if I can join the study too!” Kara said.

Alice watched her walk away. She wondered if she should have told her about the increase in sex drive. Oh well, Kara was so meek it probably was a nonissue for her. Alice smirked when she remembered what happened to the female athletes and cheerleaders who tried to break the rules and cheat for an extra advantage. Good thing Kara wasn’t athletic at all. Alice couldn’t imagine her meek little gweilo friend turned into what those pushy girls had become.

Wo Fat held the control rod in his hand and brought it down in a slash across the cheerleader’s pale perfect bottom, adding a tenth stripe to her muscular ass. The girl moaned around his great golden cock. She worked his shaft, both hands sported two of his rings on her fingers, and the desperation with which she worked his cock showed the “overdose” effect of paired pleasure stimulation and humiliation and pain transmutation.

He pulled her back from his cock and emptied himself all over her face and tits.

“Stupid gweilo whore! All you are good for is serving the golden cocks of your masters.”

She worked her clit as he began to spank her tits and twist her nipples.

“How would you like to be sold to one of my uncles’ brothels in China? You would have to apply for a visa and be VERY cooperative with the people my associates tell you to. Then you can be treated like this all day every day!”

She came so hard she squirted all over the floor. He left her in a puddle on the ground. Her father was one of Maxwell Lord’s VP, the one who sabotaged his application to be involved with the new cybernetics for soldiers program to replace wounded soldiers with a more functional and sense linked prosthetic. He had gone so far as to cut off Wo Fat’s funding. Now his daughter would be helping to finance Wo Fat’s prosthetic’s research by working as an executive prostitute for his Uncle in Beijing.

He left her happily filling out her work visa request for the PRC hospitality center. She was even paying the “Head Tax” for foreign workers. Her father was going to shell out thousands of dollars for her opportunity to earn him money with those tight little white assets of hers. Ironic really.

His instructions were very clear. One ring only. Stupid gweilo could never accept anything in balance, they always wanted more. The problem with overusing his device was the pleasure loops beyond a certain point burned sexual submission loops into the brain more deeply than the most addictive drug. This particular girl was far from the first to ignore his rules and with “too much of a good thing” turn his self esteem boosting technology into accidental sexual slavery.

Honestly, he never planned on becoming a sex trafficker, but if he didn’t find some way of getting these girls out of sight he risked their being used as an excuse to shut him down. The next thing you know Luthercorp, or Lord Technologies would shut him down totally, and steal his research.

Of course, if he got caught, he ran the risk of meeting Supergirl, and not in a good way. Wo Fat sighed. If only he had someone like that on his side, he could get on with his research and not worry about what anyone had to say.

He felt his great golden cock stir again. God Supergirl was everything he loved/hated about this country. She was the promise he came for, not the corrupt reality he actually received. She was the promise of opportunity, freedom and equality, when what he found was exploitation, racism and ignorance.

He pulled up his pants and went back to the office to sit down and look at the latest test data. He wasn’t there yet, but he was close to working out the problems with this technology to deal with aberrant power levels, so that more athletic women could use it without being turned into sex crazy submissives. Technically, he could also use it to make the most powerful women the most deeply submissive, but how was he going to find a subject of such power to test it on? Women with that much actual power never felt weak enough to need his product.

Sighing, he keyed the signature recognition software to track any appearance of his rings in public. His software was keyed to record any instance of any confrontation where his ring was present. He needed to know if his users were really now immune to negative interactions. The early public disgraces, and two gang bangs that he could confirm resulted from multiple ring use, but he could not be sure his technology was safe until he could prove all single ring users were free of all side effects from any negative confrontation.

A soft voice called to him. “Excuse me sir. Professor Wo Fat? I am Kara Danvers, a friend of Alice Cheung.”

Looking up he saw a vision of beauty. Unlike that privileged tart who was busy in the back room preparing herself for a career on her knees under boardroom tables, this terrified fawn looked like just the group he was trying to help. All the potential was there, clearly intelligent, and a body that was far stronger and more beautiful than the pathetic way she dressed and presented herself seemed. She could blossom with his gift indeed.

Wo Fat looked at her and felt his cock stir again. “How can I help you, Miss Danvers?”

Kara Danvers felt his gaze weighing her worth, and silently collapsed under it. Kryptonian physiology or not, she was terminally shy, and his cold lazy sexual scan made her heart flutter and cheeks heat.

“Sir, I have an oral presentation coming up soon, and I have always been terrified of public speaking. Alice has one of your rings, and it allowed her to get through no problem.” Kara admitted.

Wo Fat looked at her and nodded. Just like he thought. These westerners beat their women down so much simply lifting them off the floor made them treat you like you raised them to heaven. Since they were the single greatest untapped revenue stream, promising real change rather than fashion or diet fads would pave the way to an unlimited research budget for him.

Sliding an IPAD with the standard test questions on it over to Kara, he had her stand on the scan deck for her biometrics as she filled it out.

“Now a word of warning, use one ring only. Allow time for the natural building of more positive pathways and breakdown of negative reinforcement loops. More is not better, faster is not safer, take your time and let the technology make you the woman you were supposed to be.” Wo Fat cautioned her.

Kara looked at the last lines of warning on the IPAD.

“Um, what is this libidinous increase side effect?” Kara asked.

Wo Fat smiled and watched her face carefully. “Well among women with great potential strength, early negative experiences often result in severe inhibitions. These do not simply extend to social interactions but body shame and sexual disfunction. Once those inhibitions are converted into excitation, there is a tendency for any sexual blocks to break down and the woman’s sexual desire and pleasure to be unlocked.”

She blushed bright red, squeezed her thighs together and he watched her biometrics spike. Yes, this one was a sexually repressed volcano. He would monitor her himself.

Watching her slide on the ring, the initial flood of signal causing her eyes to open wide. He looked at her, noting the atypically strong response and frowning. That was way more intense than normal. Her IPAD application didn’t have any of the flags of competitive athletics that sometimes-produced spikes less than but similar to her own.

She blushed and began to breathe quickly. Wo Fat looked at the time and decided she better do the rest of the attuning in private.

“Perhaps you should go home, have a nice shower and let this attune while you sleep?” He suggested.

Kara agreed and stumbled out.

Reaching the corner of the building, she ducked into an alley and took to the sky. Flashing back too fast for camera’s on campus to see, she got to her dorm window and opened it. Stripping down, Kara went to the shower and turned the water on.

Running water caressed her, and she allowed the tensions of the day to wash away. She began to feel good. Very good. She thought about how sexually frustrated she was. While her sister Alex was free to explore her own sexuality in college first with boys then girls, Kara had always been too terrified to even consider it. The water caught her nipples, and her breath caught.

Taking the soap Kara told herself she was just washing as she began to trace circles over her belly, brushing the undersides of her breasts. Soon she was caressing her breasts but avoiding her nipples. Her breathing became fast, her blood pounding, she remembered how she felt when Wo Fat’s eyes roamed over her slow and hungry. She caught her nipples in her fingers and pinched, imagining his golden skin against her pale breast, his lips, his TEETH.

“Sweet Krypton!” She cried out in orgasm, falling out of the tub and taking the shower curtain with her.

Embarrassment usually kicked in at this point, but she found herself on her hands and knees, cleaning up the mess from her masturbation with a slow sexy smile on her face. She wished Wo Fat could see her right now.

Twice more during the night, she found herself pleasuring herself to screaming completion, the second time the ring shorted out. Hopelessly overloaded by the power of her feedback.

On her way to Wo Fat’s lab the next morning, she was halfway through her guilt/shame self sabotage when she realized she couldn’t seem to quite complete making herself feel bad about what happened. Was this it, was this what it felt like not to be ruled by shame.

Unaware as she strode past some of the toxic jocks from the Football team, one of them took advantage of her obliviousness to try to flip up her skirt and snap a picture. Supergirl slapped his hand away so strongly that he spun half around, as his phone arced through the air, she goosed it with enough heat vision to melt its internals. No upskirt shots he had taken that day were being uploaded anywhere.

“Loser!” She sneered as she walked on to Wo Fat’s lab. She had only been able to be that confident in her blue and scarlet Supergirl persona, always content to be nothing but prey for the campus scum for constant low-level harassment whenever she was not with her more confident sister. This was new, this was good. This was due to Wo Fat’s ring!

Coming into the lab, Kara asked for and was directed to Wo Fat. He looked at the fried ring and felt a shock run through him. IMPOSSIBLE. Twenty standard deviations beyond the human norm was what he set the original ring parameters for. There should be nothing human beyond ten standard deviations beyond the norm, that would be the once in a generation multiple gold medal athlete level. This mousy blonde burned it out in one night?

Looking at her, he noticed her stance was wider, square to him and straight. She was looking him in the eyes, and her glasses seemed less like a shield to hide behind and more like a fashion accessory. She was not the same girl at all. His mind moving faster than his mental filter, the words were out of his mouth before he could realize how they might be taken.

“You were not by any chance exploring your own pleasure when the unit failed were you?” Wo Fat asked.

She looked down, unable to speak.

He took another ring, and gently slid it onto her finger. Sliding behind her, he let his breath ghost across her neck as he questioned her.

“There is nothing to be ashamed of. You have such a rich body, such a strong body, the urge to run your hands over such perfection is normal, denying it is not.” Wo Fat said.

He felt Kara lean back against him.

“Were you touching yourself?” He asked

She felt the deep humiliation kick in, and the ring refused to let her shut down, stopping the inhibitory loop with a blast of pure pleasure.

“Yes sir. I was touching myself.” Kara responded.

Keying his lab sensors to begin active scanning on her in all forms, he let her lean back against him.

“Some people would call you a slut for that, but a slut wouldn’t be content to touch herself. She would want to show others, let others touch her as well, wouldn’t she?” Wo Fat demanded.

Kara was burning up, the long-supressed urges she had been strangling for years had tasted being let out, and demanded more. “Yes, god a slut would want to be seen, want to be,” Kara moaned “used.”

Wo Fat was watching her biometrics spike, and his sensors were drinking in information faster than he could process, plus she was grinding against his hardening cock in ways that were not helping his concentration.

“Be a good slut and show me how you touched yourself.” Wo Fat urged.

Kara slid her fingers under her shirt, her bra and began playing with her breasts. Wo Fat slid her shirt up around her neck so he could see and the camera’s could see the inhumanly perky perfect globes she manipulated so sensuously.

“Doesn’t it feel good, to touch yourself like a slut?” Wo Fat demanded feeling her writhe against him.

“YES, oh god yes!” Kara admitted.

“I will turn your shame into power, your weakness into strength if you let me. Will you let me? Will you do what I say and let me make you the woman you were supposed to be?” Wo Fat asked, knowing legal consent was something he was going to need badly if this went south.

“YES, please, please. Train me, please train me!” Kara begged, her mind sunk so deep in her body it would be hours before she thought about the words coming out of her mouth.

Wo Fat grabbed her by the hair and bent her forward, he flipped her skirt up and began to spank her hard, so hard it hurt his hand.

“Pinch those nipples for me slut, you were born to be bent over for Chinese men to use, weren’t you? ANSWER ME!” Wo Fat roared as he spanked her and she pinched her nipples fiercely.

“SWEET KRYPTON YES!” She screamed as she came, the ring blazing in a blast of electricity that should have left her stunned and twitching on the ground but didn’t interrupt the rolling wave of orgasms that filled her.

Wo Fat felt the answer flower in his mind, who this was, why the rings failed, and what opportunity was in front of him.

Leaning forward he whispered to her. “You have been taught to fear your strength, to fear your confidence. To fear your desire, your ambition, your pleasure. There is a path through my rings that will free you from the chains of shame altogether. You could be the person you were meant to be. You could soar the sky like a goddess, free from fear, free from doubt, free from shame!”

Kara straightened herself and looked over at Wo Fat who was doing his best imitation of disinterested scientist.

“I think I have seen the problem with your rings. Your nerves work at a slightly different frequency than normal, and your effects were somewhat atypical. I think I can design a new ring just for you that will deal with your unique physiology and still get you the confidence you deserve. I can definitely have it for you before that presentation your grades are riding on” Wo Fat let that deadline and its attendant panic land on her train of thought about what happened and keep it from going anywhere.

“Yes, that would be good. Thank you Professor Wo Fat.”

It took him longer than he thought to produce a ring that could handle her power. In the end he had to go with two rings, just to handle the spikes produced by her orgasms. Wo Fat felt himself getting hard. The more powerful you were, the more submissive you would become, and he was giving two of his rings, augmented to handle the power of twenty of his standard rings each, to the Maid of Might, Supergirl.

When she returned, he put on his best poker face and slid across an IPAD with a questionnaire just for her.

“Kara, do you mind if I record this? It is part of our survey records, and if I want to publish for peer review my subjects agreements have to be iron clad or Luthercorp or Lord Technologies will quash my paper, and then steal my research and credit as their own. It isn’t the scientists you need to fear, it is the tech corporations copyright lawyers.” Wo Fat said.

Kara shuddered, having had more than one run in with both despicable organizations. “That does sound like something they would do. Yes, I agree.” Her voice firmed up. She was tired of being stronger than a hundred men, and less than half the woman her human sister was. She was tired of being too scared to even pretend to have boundaries or pride outside of her Supergirl costume.

Filling out the questionnaire, she saw question 8. “One function of this system is to relieve sexual dysfunction, orgasm suppression, and sexual inhibition through guilt, shame, and pain. Do you wish to include the sexual dysfunction treatment in your rings, or do you prefer to leave existing sexual dysfunctions in place and treat only social interaction inhibitions?”

She flamed, her face burning bright crimson. She heard Alex and her girlfriend going three rounds the night before, Alex making her girlfriend scream and beg, then falling asleep spooning like a romance novel. Keep being frigid or explore the world that everyone else seemed to have, the world the ring opened up for her the first time?

She clicked yes.

Wo Fat held the rings up to her. They were stronger. Larger. They incorporated advanced armour composites that would allow her to punch through a wall without breaking them. She wondered how that helped their nerve interaction, but she did burn out two normal ones so far. Maybe the advanced composites were better at dealing with overload?

She slid them on. The rush of confidence filled her.

Wo Fat looked her in the eye and asked the last question he needed on camera.

“Now Kara, on your screening form you indicated you desired the sexual disfunction treatment as well, is this correct?” Wo Fat asked calmly.

Kara felt heat well up in her core. She had been raised to think good girls didn’t ever admit that, now she was being asked to admit she wanted to be more sexual.

“Yes doctor. I want the sexual disfunction treatment.” Kara admitted.

Wo Fat looked her in the eyes and told her gently, planting the seeds he planned on harvesting later himself.

“You have been raised to fear wanting pleasure at all makes you a slut, and wanting success at all makes you a bitch. When you have completed your training,” He stressed that word, watching her groan and twitch as the though of him training her caused a physical reaction and dopamine filled pleasure response.

“when you have completed your training you will not shut down when someone calls you slut, calls you whore, calls you cunt. No, you will not shut down and be afraid of your sexual self when someone calls you names like that. I will train you to own those words, to own your sexual self, and to claim your power there as you claim your power in work, in life, and even in battle!” Wo Fat told her.

Kara’s sensation flooded system burned Wo Fat’s words into the new pathways burning into her brain. Wo Fat would train her. Slut, whore, bitch, cunt. The words in his voice began to cycle in her brain, she needed to get home.

“Thank you Wo Fat, I am looking forward to it.”

Kara walked out and strode quickly home. Her stride was long and confident, her hips swayed, hair blowing in the wind and both men and women turned as she passed. She passed through a group of the usual toxic losers, but her smirk shut down any thoughts of their usual bullshit cat calls before they could even open their slack jawed little mouths.

She was not the same little mouse she was before. Feeling the pulse of the rings burn through her body, and her own hot wet core respond, she felt she was done being ruled by fear, done being weak when she wasn’t being Supergirl. Wo Fat would train her.

She groaned. Picking up the pace, she wished she could keep a vibrator from breaking, the though of Wo Fat training her in things unrelated to public speaking was making her need a strong session with a personal massager!
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Given the content of this, I think it should probably be posted in the dungeon.
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Outstanding start to what will be an excellent story!!
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Great story! I hope you continue it soon.

As for posting in the dungeon, that link is broken and havent been able to access it for a while.
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Interesting story with an interesting premise. Keep going, looking forward to more.
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koirussell wrote:
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Great story! I hope you continue it soon.

As for posting in the dungeon, that link is broken and havent been able to access it for a while.
The link from inside "Supeheroine Stories" is indeed broken, but if you go directly to the dungeon from the forum entry overview you should be able to (I am at least)
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Alice Cheung could not believe it. Kara Danvers, her mousy little friend was in front of two hundred students, two Assistant Professors and one of the hardest marking control freaks of a full Professor and giving a presentation that would have passed for post graduate work. She was doing so with the ease and confidence of a professional.

Twice the Professor tried to interrupt her, twice she shut him down with a smile and the confidence that left him stammering apologies. She knew she sent Kara to Professor Wo Fat to get one of his confidence rings, but how had she transformed from wall flower to dragon overnight? Not only that, there was a lazy sensuality bleeding off her that had every male, and more than half the females in the audience panting after her, but too terrified of her new confidence to dare bring it up.

As she sauntered off the dais and slid into the seats beside her, Alice Cheung noticed Kara’s nipples were jutting through her blouse like two industrial diamonds, and for once, her magnificent breasts were neither hiding behind a thick sweater, nor restrained by a bra their perkiness clearly never required>

The second thing she noticed was Kara’s hand didn’t boast one ring. Both her hands boasted a ring. Alice Cheung felt a flash of guilt. She knew her friend was too shy and sexless to be at risk of breaking the rules and putting on a second ring. She never warner her about the party girls and cheerleaders, gweilo (white girls) all, who put on two rings for extra confidence and ended up brainless nymphomaniac submissives. Kara was acting just as sexy as any of them, but way more together. Had she ended up just as horny, but with her brains intact?

“Alice, thank you so much for introducing me to Professor Wo Fat. Thanks to his rings, I think there is nothing I cannot face!” Kara reached over and gave Alice a bone crushing hug. No two ways about it, Kara’s nipples were fully erect and her face was flushed, all the signs of full arousal in her demeanor, stretching unselfconsciously in her seat like a purring kitten.

Alice didn’t really go for girls, but she had always had a “thing” for Kara. A thing she had no idea how to pursue. She never attempted to because she didn’t feel so much romantically drawn to her as purely sexually in lust with her. Kara was not the sort of girl you simply played kissing games with and “accidentally” ended up in bed with. Or she hadn’t been.

“So, Kara. How about the side effects of the ring? I know that just putting it on with Professor Wo Fat there, asking all those questions got me so hot I had to go back to my room and pull out my little friend.” Alice asked, watching her gweilo blonde friend from the corner of one hazel eye.

Kara leaned back, her hands sliding over her silk blouse unconsciously to cup her breasts, grazing her nipples. The boy sitting beside them in lecture hall just about choked on his Starbucks watching the two nerds suddenly acting like porn stars.

“I didn’t make it that far. Professor Wo Fat had me masturbate in front of him. I should feel bad, but Wo Fat pushed me over the desk and spanked me so hard I came again. As long as he is punishing me I don’t feel any guilt. Honestly, I wanted to do more for him.” Kara said as Alice smirked and let a hand land on Kara’s slacks just above the knee.

“You know Kara, you never thanked me for sending you to take part in the study. It was really for Asian students only. There was such a problem you see. Gweilo girls like you were never satisfied with one ring, they doubled up on them, or tripled them, and ended up brainless sluts only good for sucking hard golden cock, or getting those tight little white holes pounded raw.” Alice rasped, her voice going low and husky.

Alice had been sliding her hand up Kara’s thigh, letting her blonde friend’s eyes close, as she bit her lip and lost herself to the lust that was what her fear, shame and pain were converted into by the rings. Converted and amplified. Watching her friend lose herself in the sensation, Alice knew how hard she had to fight against her own amplified lust and pleasure with one ring, how hard would it be for a mousy little thing like Kara given two rings?

“I need to thank you Alice, let me thank you!” Kara’s eyes were open now, open and pleading. She was pushing her burning hot groin into Alice’s cupping fingers, grinding herself helplessly against her friend’s hand, right there in class.

Alice slapped her face. “You are wearing two rings, stupid gweilo slut. Now you dishonoured me to Professor Wo Fat. He will think I associate with cheap whores, that I might be no better than that. How are you going to make this up to me!” Alice hissed, so carried away with lust she hit far harder than she thought, but it left no mark at all, and Kara’s only response was to arch her spine and press her pant covered pussy.

Kara could have taken a punch from the heavyweight champion of the world and not twitched, she could have taken a heavy machinegun burst and not cared, but being called a slut and having her face smacked by her beautiful Asian girlfriend hit her core, her mental and sexual core. Her face rocked, unwilling to resist, accepting the judgment. The blast of shame that went through her amplified again and again as it transformed into lust, then shame at that lust cycled it higher and higher still.

Kara kissed the hand that slapped her, again and again as Alice smirked.

“Please let me thank you Alice, I will make it up to you. I will do whatever you want, I can make you feel better. I can be good for you. Please, let me be good for you!” Kara had little sexual experience, and socially was terrified both of losing those few friends she had, and of hurting the ones she did have because she was so socially clueless. Every button pushed, the shame, the fear, all turned back into the lust she had even less experience with dealing with. She trusted Alice, she had wronged Alice she had failed Alice. Alice was making her feel like Wo Fat did, like her whole body and brain were on fire and without their help she would lose herself. She needed Alice, needed Alice to take control and keep Kara safe!

Looking at Kara’s clutch, noting it had a long shoulder strap, Alice unclipped the strap, looping one end around Kara’s throat and letting the clip close on the strap, she fashioned a leash and collar for her friend. Kara moaned like a whore in heat.

“I think you are too horny to leave walking around free. I will have to guide you back to the dorm to give me your apology. Of course, you would look a little silly wearing a collar like some sort of bimbo, with your shirt buttoned all the way up like a nun. Why don’t you unbutton a little bit and show off those big white breasts you are always hiding under those ugly sweaters?” Alice asked. The boy beside them having given up all pretense of paying attention to the lecture, and rubbing his own hardening crotch as he watched Kara unbutton her blouse to the waist, only the fact it was tucked into her dress slacks kept her boobs from being only 75% exposed. Kara moaned again.

“Come pet, we are leaving before you make a mess on the chair.” Alice said sternly, surprised she could talk properly as she was close to wetting her own panties in lust. “To make sure you don’t bother anyone else with those puppy noises, lets just keep this in your mouth. I think we need to put that to work anyway.” Alice muttered as she stuffed the edge of Kara’s clutch in her mouth like a dog’s bone and led her soon to be girlfriend out of the lecture hall and back to the dorm.

To say they caused a stir, the little pudgy Chinese girl in shapeless sweats leading the tall blonde with mostly bared breasts on a leash back to the girl’s dormitories, would be understating things.
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Kara was floating, in a very real sense she was fighting hard to keep her physical feet on the ground. Something lit inside her when the professor challenged her during her presentation. A thousand times as Kara Danvers a challenge like that would shatter her, leave her voice mute, her eyes to the ground, and her thoughts broken. Instead, she had laughed, chided him for rudeness, asked that he act like the professional she had come to admire and let her finish. He stuttered to blushing silence, eyes on the ground and face flaming.

He had no power over her. The fire lit within her. From the rings, from her core. Desire was welling up in her like she had never seen. Was this what brough on that lazy smile from her sister when she flirted outrageously with some blushing coed, before taking her back to the dorm? Was this what she was supposed to be able to feel? She felt good, strong, BOLD. Yet she was Kara. Without the cape, she had no clue what to do. Newly bold, newly hungry, did not in fact make her clued in. She didn’t know how to put out the fire inside her, but she didn’t have to.

Alice Cheung was her friend. Smart, sexy, funny, and so very strong in all the emotional and mental ways she wasn’t. Kara could punch through a concrete wall but couldn’t break the ice socially, she had always hid behind Alice and let her do it. Looking at her now, she realized that like Wo Fat, her Asian friend had a beauty that was based on an even mix of refinement and focus, as if they were both just a bit realer than her. As if they were better able to think and decide for Kara in these new and murky waters.

A hot rush went through her, whimpering into the clutch held in her teeth like a dog’s bone, led on her leash like a pet, Kryptonian breasts bouncing freely only sometimes contained by her open white blouse.

Alice deserved her thanks, Alice deserved to punish Kara for acting like a brainless slut; but that didn’t matter. What mattered is that Kara would explode if Alice didn’t want to take the control Kara needed to surrender, if Alice didn’t want to take Kara to all those forbidden sexual places her mind and body screamed that she needed, but her fear-based virginity never allowed her to explore.

Alice pulled Kara into their dorm common room, the area shared between the four girls bedrooms, and kicked the door shut behind her. Tugging her down by the leash, Alice yanked the purse from Kara’s mouth, and kissed her hungrily.

Kara felt her arms wrap around Alice as she pulled the Chinese girl to her and opened her mouth to let her friends tongue rape her mouth with its demands. Alice suddenly pulled back, eyes wide in alarm.

“Kara, I didn’t hurt you, did I? I lost control, I wanted to slap you, spank you, finger you, kiss you, bite you so bad it drove me insane. I never meant to hurt you, please tell me I didn’t hurt you?”

Kara smiled, a slow soft smile filled with love as her eyes filled with tears. Holding Alice close, Kara’s bare breasts pressing against Alice’s hoodie and bra covered curves, Kara spoke softly.

“You can’t hurt me Alice. Not only because I trust you, but because you literally cannot hurt me. Look down.”

Alice looked down and screamed. They were floating about a foot off the floor, rotating in lazy circles in mid air.

Alice stammered “How? Who?” as she tried to process.

Kara kissed her again, this time letting her own tongue slip into Alice’s mouth.

“For the people in class, I am Kara Danvers, klutz, nerd, and social pariah. For the people of National City, I am Supergirl. For you, I am a stupid gweilo slut who asks only for a chance to be your pet.”
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In the deepest reaches of space, a glowing jade living planet screamed in pain. The planet, itself a Green Lantern, a living sentience larger than Earth itself had bee the prison for Sinestro. Trapped inside his own Yellow Lantern, itself trapped inside the molten core of a world that was also a Green Lantern, lit by the endless furnace of a Green Lantern built by the Masters of Io to power a will larger than any mere mortal.

It was not enough, for the planet slowly grew poisoned by the fear it could not be enough. In the depths of space, a planet screamed and Sinestro rose from the fire, clad in golden light and rage.

"In blackest day, in brightest night, beware your fears made into light. Let those who try to stop what's right, burn like my power, Sinestro's might!"

The Green Lantern Corp rose to stop him, but their greatest were away with Hal Jordan, fighting beyond the edge of this Galaxy. Would those who remain be enough to stand against the Master of the Ring of Fear?

There was screaming in National City as well, screaming of another kind. Alice Cheung, Chinese born student, nerd, feminist, and secret Supergirl Fan, screamed in pleasure so great it was almost pain.

“EAT MY GOLDEN ASS YOU GWEILO WHORE!” Alice screamed, looking into the mirror and seeing her idol, Supergirl, in full costume, with the trade mark S pulled over pert white breasts topped with painfully erect nipples.

That costume was in disarray, as the spankies that went under the skirt were currently tying Supergirl’s hands behind her back, as three broken pairs of hand cuffs and exercise bands had proven nothing other than Kryptonian cloth could restrain Supergirl when she was edging close to orgasm.

Supergirl had a butt plug with a long puppy tail raising her skirt in the back, as she knelt behind Alice Cheung, rimming her ass with the speed and power of her Kryptonian heritage, a shining white virginal face, the face of an angel, a heroine, driven deep in the golden ass cheeks of her best friend, now her Mistress.

The Vibrator strapped to Kara’s aching clit screamed its electronic protest as it blazed away at full power still, after a full hour, without any sign of stopping.

Alice came so hard she screamed “Qīn'ài de fótuó, wǒ yàosǐle!” (Sweet Buddha, I am dying!)

Lunging away from her idol, her lover, her roommate, and now her slave. Alice shook and tried to regain her breath. For the last hour she had kissed, fondled, sucked and bit as hard as she could at the perfect breasts of Supergirl, hearing her scream, whimper and moan. Then she had put her on her knees and taught the Maid of Might how to eat pussy, then to rim her perfect golden ass.

“Oh my god Kara,” Alice cried, moving to hold her friend, pulling her frenzied face down to her breasts to snuggle for comfort between them. “I should know better than to tell someone who does not have to breathe, and whose tongue is stronger than my entire body to eat my golden ass until you taste my breakfast. I think I died twice, and you tongued me back to life. You may have sucked my soul out my ass, and I think I peed myself somewhere around orgasm ninety!”

Supergirl freed her hands from the spanky pants that bound them behind her back and stroked her friends back, nuzzling the sides of her breasts, afraid to look up as she asked.

“So, I was OK? I wanted to say thank you, I wanted to make you feel how much you mean to me. I know I don’t have any experience, and I am not very good, but I promise I can be better.”

The dangerous sparkling her rings had carried when she left the public speaking stage, the overcharge of energy from the social anxiety and fear converted into sexual pressure had been relieved and Kara felt calm, centered and in control. That being said, this was new territory for her, she had never dared take “the next step” in any relationship beyond friendship until today.

Alice stroked the pretty face, the idol of millions, the hope for National City, and her leashed pussy bitch. She kissed her forehead. “Sweety you were amazing, and I couldn’t be happier about this, that you trusted me enough not only to tell me you were Supergirl, but to trust me enough to teach you how to love.”

Kara caught Alice’s breast and sucked it gently, twirling her tongue so gently around the nipple, before letting it go with a feather soft kiss.

“How to serve. You know I want to serve you, like you deserve to be served. You are right, you can wear one of these rings and you are still just as in control, just as disciplined, only more confident. I have to take two rings just to give a speech and end up like a dog in heat. I am a gweilo slut, and I am so lucky I found you to keep me, and Professor Wo Fat to train me.”

The two laughed softly, then put the room back together again. Kara started to cook for them, as Alice turned on the TV. There was news from Metropolis, less than an hour old.

The battle had taken the better part of two blocks of the city and turned it into rubble, like something out of old war films from WWII. A purple skinned man with a long forehead and cruel features rose from the smoke. His fist burned with golden light, and chains ran from it to the bound figure.

Head wrapped in his own scarlet cape, golden bands at his wrists, ankles, throat, his legs and arms and throat bound together so his body was bent in what would threaten strangulation to any mere mortal. The proud S on his chest, the symbol of the House of El announced the battered and chained form, hooded with the only fabric immune to his own heat vision, was Superman.

“Bow before me, human wretches. The Green Lantern Corps lies in ruins in a path from my prison across every star to this one. The power of their will no match for the power of Fear itself. Your planet’s defender, this Super Man, was as filled with fear as any other, and helpless before me.”

I will seek out every one who has ever aided my enemies from this planet, and I will make examples of them before you all, to teach you the power of fear. I will do so before this wretch, and any other heroes you send against me. I will let them watch as I kill all those who ever aided Hal Jordan, and only when they have seen all the fears of their own helplessness, and uselessness come true, will I allow them to die.”

Kara came out from the kitchen, the look of joy replaced by one of heroic determination.

“I wish we had more time together.” Kara said sadly. “But with my cousin beaten, I am all that is left.” Her tone made it clear she did not think she had a chance to win against an enemy her cousin couldn’t beat. Superman had been a hero in the fullness of his power as Supergirl still fumbled not to be more danger than use on the battlefield. Now she was strong, but no where near the man Sinestro dragged behind him like a garbage bag.

Alice’s thoughts raced, connections formed. She didn’t know if she loved Kara romantically, but she was a friend. Whatever sexual relationship they were moving into, Kara was a friend and deserved a better end than to be publicly humiliated and murdered by some purple psycho.

“Kara wait!” Alice said. “Go see Professor Wo Fat. Sinestro said he uses fear, and that is what beat Superman. Maybe you aren’t Superman’s equal in a fight, but Superman didn’t have Wo Fat’s rings to fight fear.

Kara stopped at the door, having worked up her nerve to go die a heroes death, she paused. The rings were already feeding on her fear and channeling into more life empowering emotions. Lust was one, anger another, but confidence, creativity, ambition were also in that mix.

Supergirl smiled.

“Alright Alice. I told one person tonight, maybe it is time I told two. After all, I can’t lie to my doctor and hope for a cure.”

Kara smiled, but it was Supergirl who took to the sky and headed for Wo Fat’s lab. If she was going to die tomorrow, she was going to die fighting. She wondered idly if only having had sex with one girl meant she would be dying a virgin. That seemed a shame.
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Chapter 3 Hero and Whore

Wo Fat sat in his office. The latest lab results from his cybernetic limb replacements were excellent. The technology developed for his side project, the rings sold to shallow western women to deal with their self esteem issues had indeed provided the key to the feedback required to integrate the new limbs into the brains existing organic hardware. It was the shame/fear/pain negative response loop being shunted into pleasure that got past the early failures of the technical replacement to respond like the flesh and blood limb it replaced.

Human beings wired themselves at random, not with the machine perfection of his design. No one could “match” the human template that didn’t exist. Every limb would be wrong. Every replacement would start with failure, and failure’s negative response loop stopped learning. Using the circuits of his rings to feed that into the pleasure centers and new users were driven, were compelled to work until it went right.

Looking at the monitor, where his men were loading yet another co-ed that had overdosed on the rings, paying another student to get a ring, so she could take it and wear two. Why is it gweilo, western women, couldn’t leave well enough alone? Why wasn’t it enough to be stronger and more confident, why wasn’t it enough to not feel bad anymore in confrontations. Why did they have to always take a good thing and make it bad. The co-ed had been a business major, no student loans, her parents were rich, and her future had been bright. She was so determined to make herself super-confident, the boss bitch that she turned herself into a nymphomaniac bimbo, and he was having to rush through her paperwork to work in China. Have to get mommy and daddy to sign off on baby girl going to take an executive opportunity in China before they figured out it would be on her knees beneath the boardroom tables sucking Chinese cock or bent over a copier letting the junior file clerks and office boys burn off some stress.

Oh well. Maxwell Lord and Lex Luthor denied him the opportunity to finance his research through the government and military contracts they kept for themselves. If he wanted to save the victims of the West’s endless and pointless wars with his replacement limbs, the cost would be some of those rich men’s daughters accidentally turning themselves into brainless sex dolls. It would be a waste not to make a little money off giving them their best life. He smiled, it would be Un-American not to let the brainless little blondes finance his research.

Turning to his computer, he looked at the data from his latest project. Supergirl. She hadn’t admitted it yet, but between screaming “Sweet Krypton”, and tearing out the solid steel hand rails in the shower when she masturbated after a training session, it was pretty obvious. Plus all her telemetry results were so far from human it was a wonder she looked so normal. Well, normal in an ungodly demure/goddess sort of way.

There was a tapping at his window. Looking over, he saw SUPERGIRL! She was hovering in front of his window with a soft sad smile on her face. He opened the window and she held up her hands, turned them to show the rings he had crafted special for Kara Danvers, and smiled.

“Professor Wo Fat, we need to talk.” Supergirl spoke with Kara’s voice, confirming his suspicions, he stood aside and let her flit through the window and settle to the floor of his office.

“I never wanted you to know my secret, but Alice told me you are my best hope. I don’t know if you watch the news, but my cousin, Superman was defeated by Sinestro. He uses a ring that is powered by fear. He didn’t beat my cousin because he was more powerful, he beat him because his ring made Superman feel fear, and used that fear to beat him.”

She turned to Wo Fat, tears in her eyes.

“I’m not as strong as my cousin, not as experienced. Not half the hero he was, but as Alice said, he didn’t have you.”

Wo Fat called up the news service he preferred. He watched the footage and went cold. Sinestro wasn’t a villain, he was a monster, a disaster, a walking storm that left broken bodies and shattered lives behind him. Kara floated just off the ground, half cape flapping, nipples pointing like compasses to the promised land of sluts and honey. The contrast between the fear even he was feeling and the arousal she was showing slapped him back to reality.

“Supergirl, you know the side effects of my technology increase along with the power. The side effects which are increased libido, and increased sexual submissive urges. I can indeed create something more powerful to protect you from the fear, but what is going to stop your sexual needs from making you his victim in other ways?” Wo Fat asked, watching her carefully.

Supergirl pulled her top over her head, tucking it behind her neck, leaving her arms still clad in sleeves, but her breasts bare. She knelt in front of him.

“You will, Professor Wo Fat. You already started to protect me. When you spanked me after I burned out the first ring, and made me masturbate, you started teaching me that my sexuality belonged to you. When Alice Cheung, my room mate became my first ever lover, and taught me to worship her beautiful golden body, she taught me my sexuality belongs only to beautiful Chinese people. Can’t you finish my training, train me that I am only allowed to submit to you and Alice, to Chinese people only. Sinestro can make himself more powerful than a god, but he can’t make himself Chinese.”

Looking at the telemetry coming from her rings, he realized she was terrified already, and as a result the two special high capacity rings he made for her were driving her insane with lust. That she had this much control left at all marked her as special, as a real heroine indeed.

Pulling out his cock, he let Supergirl begin to worship it. He let her lick, kiss and suck around his plum shaped cock head, then down his shaft. He grabbed her golden hair and spanked her face with his cock as he growled.

“Suck my balls, you dirty gweilo whore.”

She yanked his pants off so hard his chair went flying, but she slammed his ass on the table and dove upon his balls like a stooping falcon. She was powerful as a goddess, pure and delicate as a virgin, and wanton beyond any whore. She was going to be his.

“Lick my ass, you gweilo whore, stupid white cunt, while I explain your problem.”

Supergirl drove her tongue into his ass and rimmed him like her tongue crawled out of some Hentai movie about pink tentacles. Her blue eyes were innocent and lost, vulnerable and needy, but her soft white hands worshipped his pillar like a temple maiden attending a shrine.

“You are not human, you are super human. Your fear is super human. No one man is going to be enough to protect you from the fear you will face. If you want to survive, you will need to obey me and serve everyone I tell you to serve until you are ready to take the weapon I will make for you. Will you do it? Can you do it?”

Supergirl nodded, tears in her eyes. “Please, please. I need to save my cousin. I need to stop Sinestro or the whole world will burn. I will do whatever it takes.” Taking his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, then pushing down until he could feel her gagging around his length. Pushing past, letting her hot tears fall on his golden thighs, she pushed until she had him down to the base, before pulling out and licking around his cock head.

“I will do who ever it takes, anyone you tell me to, Professor Wo Fat.”

Wo Fat slapped her face hard, grabbed her blonde hair and drove his cock down her throat.

“Call me Master, Super-whore. Since you don’t need to breathe, I want you to show me you can give yourself to your lust, while I call for some of my assistants to bravely offer their cocks to prepare you for your fight.”

Wo Fat video taped Supergirl gagging on his cock and sent it to the pimp and his slavers that had just bundled the last co-ed off for Beijing. “Bring all your men, I have the ultimate all-American girl, demanding to be trained to obey and please Chinese cocks. Bring your tools, this one is unbreakable so you don’t have to be gentle, not even a little.”

Wo Fat dropped his phone, not really caring if it broke, as he felt his balls burst like hand grenades, as Supergirl’s loving worship of his cock threatened to suck his soul out the end of his great golden penis.

Looking down at her, she closed her eyes and hollowed her cheeks to suck every drop out of his cock until he had to pull out of her mouth before she drove him insane with how oversensitive he was becoming.

Wo Fat’s minions, Triad Chinese gangsters and rough thugs one and all closed around the super hero. One held a sjambok, an African whip of rhino hide used for driving stock, killing snakes, or crowd control.

“If you want to save the world, you will let them fuck you into submission. Let them fuck every scrap of pride and resistance out of you and I promise my weapon will defend you against Sinestro. If you leave even one scrap of your resistance, then you will fail.”

Wo Fat wasn’t telling the whole truth. His tech would work, or it wouldn’t. The one part was true, if she let them break her sexually, tame her to be rape meat for any Chinese man Wo Fat told her to spread her legs for, then Wo Fat would never have to fear Maxwell Lord or Lex Luthor, let alone the police, interfering in his business again.

Moving to his lab, he watched Kara on the screen as he began to put together the tech he would need to save her. It was bigger than the rings, a lot bigger. He couldn’t put it anywhere outside her body, because it might well be destroyed in battle, and that wouldn’t work. It needed contact with her nerves, or it wouldn’t be effective. How was he going to manage that?

He looked at the screen and smiled, feeling his cock begin to swell again. Ah yes. That would work.

Supergirl had let them bind her on her back across the lab table, her arms bound down the table legs, her head hanging back off the end of the table. One of the thugs was gripping her by her soft white throat and face fucking the Maid of Might like a four yuan whore. A second was whipping her perfect white breasts with the sjambok, the blows hard enough to cut open a person’s flesh to the bone, but only causing the delicate nipples of Supergirl to make her scream around the cock stuffing her throat.

The pimp was suffering from an embarrassing issue, his nine inch bitch breaker which he had used to tame so many women was failing him. Supergirl had been a virgin, and whimpered like any school girl when he broke her secret gate with his pillar, but where he sought to catch a helpless kitten he faced now a raging tiger. The pussy he was in was stretching under his battery, or it had been, now it was milking him, lapping around his cock like a hot wet velvet glove, ten thousand fingers of lust drawing him deeper. He had planned to fuck her into submission and then cum on her face to mark her as tamed, but her awakening hunger was drawing a matching hunger from him. Before he knew it, he was slamming into her tiny body like he was battering down the gates of heaven. With a roar, he emptied his balls into her fertile white womb, blast after blast, each stronger than the last. Legs stronger than iron wrapped around his back, and pulled him in, almost breaking his back as she came at the feeling of Chinese sperm filling her.

Like a rat with a terrier, her hips shook the pimp, before her legs relaxed and let him fall, cock reluctantly slipping from the perfect pink fuck hole. At the sight, the thug in her throat emptied his own balls into her, pulling back to fill her mouth. Looking down in wonder as she raised her head to kiss and lick the cock that had been using her throat like a cock sleeve.

The thug with the sjambok had a cruel scar running across one eye and was the gang’s interrogator. Watching her reactions to his whipping had put him into a sexual frenzy, and he needed to take it out on the proud white heroine. Grabbing her hair, he raised her face up to watch as he stuffed his cock into her pussy, first just the tip, then he taunted her.

“Some superheroine, you are just another gweilo cunt looking to be taught her place. I am going to fuck that pride out of you.” He swore, then drove into her with eight and a half inches of teak pillar. Supergirl looked into his eyes, feeling the pleasure he was giving her, knowing he didn’t love her, didn’t respect her, didn’t even like her. She wasn’t real to him, wasn’t a person. She was a thing, just a series of holes and a pair of tits for him to use or abuse as he wished. She felt the orgasm building, he was fucking her so beautifully, even if his words were ugly, the feelings he was creating were so beautiful. She was so close, she needed to come again.

“Please, please, I need to cum again!” Kara begged. The interrogator smiled and held up his taser. Seeing her eyes grow wide, he pressed the taser to her swollen clit, and triggered the device. An arc of electricity blasted across her sensitive clit and Kara came so hard her pussy spasmed with bruising force on the interrogator who was fucking her.

The interrogator gasped, his own orgasm torn from him, the halo of electricity only barely a tingle when it reached his cock, but the Kryptonian cumslut’s pussy threatening to swallow his cock as it writhed around his hard Chinese cock. He had planned on holding back, fucking her several times, but her pussy was like a hunting tigress, pouncing on his cock and wringing every drop of cum from his balls. He fell to the floor twitching, not even enough strength left to rise.

One after the other, the gang spent their lust and fury, using and abusing her body until Wo Fat returned, two evil looking devices in his hand. They looked like golden doorknobs, with red crystal bases marked with a single golden star.

“Ah, Supergirl, you are ready for me. Excellent. I have the weapons you will need.” Kara rose from the floor, clad only in her boots.

“Master, what are those?” Kara asked, eyeing the door knob looking devices cautiously.

“These are the most powerful form of my amplifier I can construct. I know I had to use tank armour to protect your rings, but I can’t do that with anything this large. You are too strong. The only way is to put them inside you, where your Kryptonian physiology will protect them.” Wo Fat said, his cock twitching to life thinking about what comes next.

“Inside me where, master?” Supergirl asked.

Taking the first, he pulled open her mouth and made her suck it like a cock.

“This one is for your hungry gweilo cunt. We have seen how it loves to take anything Chinese made, so this one is for your cunt. He turned to show her the golden star in red crystal on the base. This marks your cunt as Chinese owned, yes?” Wo Fat asked, looking Supergirl in the eye.

“Yes Master, thank you Master” Kara confessed and confirmed as Wo Fat pushed the heavy plug into her needy cunt, setting a current flowing from rings to plug that had her whole body feeling oddly energized.

“That isn’t enough, that would make you the equal of Superman, but he lost didn’t he. You need more, but you aren’t ready for it. You will need my help. It is a dirty thing, and I don’t know if I want to do it, you will have to ask.” Wo Fat said holding up the second item, the butt plug.

Kara felt the power of the unit in her pussy, felt how her being used so brutally had begun to fill her with the power she would need. If it wasn’t enough, she would have to have more. Needed to have more.

“Please Master, what must I do, I don’t know what to ask!” Supergirl crawled to him, stroking his thighs, kissing his cock, sucking and licking at its tip as she begged him.

“This is a butt plug, my little Super whore. But a little virgin ass like yours just can’t take it. I would need to open that ass of yours. I would need to dirty my pure golden cock in that dirty white ass to get you ready for this. I don’t know if I should.” Wo Fat asked, feigning disinterest, but his cock harder than diamond.

Kara took his balls in her mouth one at a time, lovingly swirled them in her mouth, then lapped up and down his cock, getting him wet. Looking up in his dark hazel eyes with her wide blue ones, she begged him non-stop.

“Please master, please fuck my ass. Please open my virgin ass for your plug. Please Master, I know I have a dirty white ass, but I promise I will clean you if only you will take my ass and make it yours!” Supergirl begged, the proud heroine, the living goddess, begged him to take her virgin ass.

Grabbing her by the hair, he put her face on the floor, and spat on her ass, he began working his finger into her tight little hole. Cursing and swearing at her the whole time. He spread lube on her ass, and worked it in, she was so tight. First one, then two, finally three fingers he worked into her tight virgin rosebud, opening the tight little ass every man and woman angled to see every time she flew across the sky of national city.

Working more lube over his cock, he pressed his foot into her cheek, driving her face into the floor as he pressed his cock head into her pretty pink virgin asshole.

“Beg me, Super whore. Beg me to take your ass. If I take this ass, I will own it. I will own your body, your mouth, cunt, ass, tits, any time, any place, and for anyone I say. Understand?”

Kara was pushing back with her hips, trying to impale herself on his cock, but being beneath him, she only succeeded in lifting them both. Weeping in frustrated need, she let them fall back to the floor, still feeling the crown of his cock pressing into her sphincter.

“Yes Master, you will own my ass. I will be your whore, your slave. Anytime, anyplace you ask, for anyone you say, just please, fuck my ass!” Kara begged.

Wo Fat pushed.

How to describe it? Was mortal man ever meant to crush a goddess under his feet, was mortal man ever meant to feel an angel whimper as his cock made her pink virgin ring surrender its innocence to his lust? He couldn’t breathe, the sensation of the final shuddering surrender, where his crown was accepted by her aft gate was too intense.

Moaning, glad he had already emptied his first load into her, for this tight young little Kryptonian ass would embarrass him with premature ejaculation if he came to it fresh, it was that sweet. Wo Fat began to push into her. Feeling her whimpering and trying to pull away, like a deer in the claws of a tiger. He felt so powerful, making Supergirl whimper and writhe beneath him. Pulling almost out, he poured on more lube, then began to push in again.

Beginning a rhythm, he tried to think of the periodic table, the electron orbital patterns of Lawrencium, the minutes of the last staff meeting on sexual harassment, anything other than how amazing it felt to be sliding his long golden cock into America’s sweetheart. The sounds beneath him had changed, and Supergirl was starting to push back into his thrusts.

He saw the glow as the gold star and red gem in her pussy plug began to glow with power. She was approaching orgasm, approaching the charge state for his tech. Grinding her face into the ground, he pounded her savagely now, no concern for her at all, pounding her hard and fast, deep as he could, driving himself until he could hold off no more and came into her ass with an intensity that robbed him of breath. Mouth open in a silent scream, he almost collapsed around her as his balls shook his entire body with the force of his essence filling her.

Pulling out, he took the big golden butt plug with a second golden star in red gem, and pushed it into the gaping asshole of the Girl of Steel.

Grabbing her by the hair, he pulled her up to face his lube, cum, and ass covered cock and rasped.

“Clean me, super slut.”

She took him into her mouth lovingly, hungrily, still lost in her own pleasure. He reached down and cupped her face.

“Come for me Kara, touch that pretty pussy for me, and come for me!” Kara moaned around his cock, fingers working on her clit. She sucked his aching cock until he was having trouble keeping his legs from collapsing, working her pussy until she came with a shout, letting his cock fall out of her mouth as she fell twitching to the floor in a pool of sweat and cum.

Both plugs were now glowing softly.

Wo Fat knelt beside Kara, stroking her face. “They are installed and powered up. You can face Sinestro now. I am so proud of you. You were willing to do anything to save the world. You are a heroine, not just some stupid girl who happens to be strong and bullet proof, but an actual heroine, ready to do whatever it takes to save the world.

What we do here, it is necessary to help you save the world. Other people wouldn’t understand, not Maxwell Lord, Lex Luthor, Cat Grant, or even your cousin. They don’t’ need to know. The world needs Supergirl. If Supergirl needs to be my whore, needs to serve Chinese cock and pussy, that is nobodies business but ours.”

She kissed his hand, then rose and walked over to the shower in his office. Her walk wasn’t the tentative thing she did as Kara, nor the almost mannish forced walk of Supergirl, this was the languid sexy walk of a woman fully aware of her sexuality and revelling in it.

When she took to the sky, she looked every inch the superheroine, every inch the goddess we never deserved but needed desperately.

Sinestro felt his outer ward shatter under a hammer blow of force. It wasn’t Hal Jordan, there was no ring energy attached to it, just brute strength the equal of Superman who now lay bound like a trophy beside his throne.

Pulling his power to him, letting his own fear and rage fill him, golden armour surrounded him with invincible force, and his ring blazed like a second sun in the morning light.

Supergirl hung before him, smiling lazily, like she was out for a casual visit, not standing before the man who crushed the Green Lantern Corps and Justice League of America.

“Do you want to give up now? Or do you want me to slap you around a bit first? I will tell you a secret, before I am done, you will take your ring off yourself.” Supergirl asked with a smirk.

Sinestro roared and chains of gold latched onto her arms, legs, and throat, pulling away with the strength that would have ripped Cyborg into component parts and left Aquaman in the healing tank for months. She felt the fear tearing into her, fear of failure, fear of pain, fear of death, the shame of letting everyone down, the shame of never being good enough, of always letting her cousin down, failing the great house of El. Fear roared through her, and she arched her back and screamed, in ecstasy.

Pulling her arms in front of her, she looked at Sinestro, his fist a sun bright blaze of power from his Yellow Power Ring. She pulled her arms before her, and turned her open hands, back towards Sinestro, letting her own two rings shine in blinding white electricity.

“Oh look, bad man has a ring. I have two. Now it’s time for slapping” Supergirl said, then used her breath to blast Sinestro back into the wall behind him. Using the momentary distraction that weakened his thought constructs, she grabbed onto the golden chains that bound her to the ring and used them to whip Sinestro overhead and slam him into the ground with the force that threw cars in the air blocks away. Sinestro’s golden armour flickered.

Grabbing Sinestro, she raised him into the air, and brought him down across her knee. Focusing all his power upon his torso, he barely kept her blow from shattering his back. As the power concentrated oh his back, Supergirl’s eyes blazed like blood red lasers, and beams hot as the surface of the sun blasted into his precious ring.

A blast of pure yellow power hammered her away from him, but her head tracked like a weapon turret, an the heat rays continued to blast into his ring, beginning to raise the temperature. He struck her again and again, blades, bolts, whips of living fear energy made physical ripper into her body, he could feel the power of the blow and saw her costume deform as some hit with bone breaking force, but she did not stop pouring heat into his ring.

Sinestro was mad with pain, it was beginning to interfere with his ability to control the ring. He clawed for space, rising faster than any human rocket ever could, but she was faster. She was never going to be a strong as Superman, but she was equally Kryptonian, and one quarter lighter. She dodged bolt after bolt, walls, chains, spikes, every form of construct or weapon he threw at her she moved just enough to let miss her completely, all the while pouring energy into his ring. His flesh began to burn, the nerves connecting him to his ring began to cook.

Screaming, he tried to claw the ring from his hand, mindless in his need to get the pain to stop. His hand was now a clawed thing, unable to heed his commands, but finally through main force he ripped it off.

“Told you so!” Chirped Supergirl, snatching the ring from between his hand as he pulled it off.

Once off his hand, his connection to the ring and its constructs broke. He fell screaming, looking up at Supergirl, the weak one, the flawed one, the non threat compared to the true hero of her cousin that he already met and broke. She stood in glory above him in the sky, crowned by victory, untouched by fear. Sinestro screamed as he fell.

Watching the ground approach, he readied himself for death, only to feel two strong arms grab him mere feet from doom. A soft alto voice whispered in his ear.

“Nobody dies today. I became a superheroine so I could save people”

Leaving Sinestro in the hands of her cousin Superman. Kara Danvers, Kara Zor El, Supergirl, waved goodbye to the cheering crowd and flew back towards National City. She wondered what she would have to do to get Alice to help remove the plugs from her pussy and ass. Shivering, she hoped it was as intense as what she had to do to get them in!
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Excellent story!
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Valleyvixen, this got moved to the dungeon due to some very spicy content. I hope you can post new chapters to it here. If you have trouble let me know and I'll inform Mighty Hypnotic that you're still having difficulty posting to the dungeon.

As always, thanks for your contribution to the site. Excellent story!
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That was amazing!! I love how Wo Fat and certainly turned Supergirl into a whore to be used by his Chinese gangs. I hope one day you continue this story.
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