(This is possibly the first Supergirl story I wrote, so it’s pretty rough around the edges. I shared it on Reddit years ago. It would turn out to be the foundation of Supergirl: The Dossier - a story you can find on my profile and one that I think is way better - with certain scenes being similar. Still, I think there’s fun to be found here. Enjoy.).
Part 1
Supergirl flew at top speed towards the alarms ringing from the National City bank. As her alter ego Kara Danvers, she had been having dinner with Lena Luthor in her office penthouse when her super hearing had picked up the alarm. “Another day, another robbery!” She had quipped, as she quickly changed into her Supergirl costume.
Supergirl crashed through a window of the bank and was surprised to see a handful of criminals just standing there - not really in the process of stealing anything - seemingly just waiting for her.
“Stop right there!” She shouted at one, who picked up a strange weapon and fired it at her.
Supergirl’s super hearing was quickly overwhelmed by a high pitch frequency that brought her to one knee. Her mind was all over the place but she saw one of the criminals take a photo of her.
She quickly rallied and flew towards them, until a quick glow of gold appeared in their hand and Supergirl fell to the ground. Gold kryptonite, known to wipe out Kryptonian powers, at least for a time. The criminals took another photo and then quickly escaped as Kara slowly picked herself dumbstruck at what had just happened.
Later, whilst speaking to the police, Kara felt her powers return, her ears still ringing a little, confused and a little embarrassed by what had just happened. But, no one had been hurt, nothing stolen, it was all ok wasn’t it?
The criminals were in a celebratory mood as they spoke later in their hideout.
Their weapons had worked and they had photos to prove it. There were four of them. They sat down and started to discuss the events, over in a flash but proof that they could take her down. One of them brought up a list onto a screen. They started to discuss it. It was a list of everything they knew about Supergirl, weaknesses, friends, family, secret identity, power limits and more.
Everything she could possibly not want them to know - how her powers worked. They all smiled knowing this was just the start.
They discussed what they had. Different kinds of kryptonite, weapons that could affect her super hearing, her ability to absorb the sunlight which powered her. The friends they had in high places. The friends she had they could manipulate her with. They had agreed that they would take it slow to start. Give her a small taste of what was to come.
They had all spent years in jail due to her, their revenge could be drawn out. Before the would confront her directly there would be a few encounters first.
The first encounter
Some time had passed since the incident at the bank, for Kara the weeks since had been pretty straightforward, a few criminals taken down, some important work at her work, nothing out of the ordinary.
She showed up at CatCo that day in business attire. Suit jacket, pencil skirt, white shirt and glasses. Ready for the day ahead.
At 2pm she had a meeting with a coworker and she walked into the room, instantly she felt a jolt of pain as she shook their hand. It couldn’t be…
She tried to keep it together as she sat down, but on the coworker’s finger sat a kryptonite ring. Kara winced every time they animatedly put their hands closer to her, she could feel perspiration on her brow. Her coworker seemed completely obvious to the fact that Kara was reacting badly to the ring, a wave of weakness hitting her.
She tried to steady herself in her seat “that’s.. that’s a nice ring, where did you get it?” Kara stuttered.
Her coworker explained that it had been randomly gifted to her, someone in the street just gave it to her. “Don’t you love the emerald colour, how it glows?” They asked, as Kara struggled to nod in agreement.
A couple more minutes passed and Kara made an excuse, another meeting she’d forgotten about. She made it to a stock room and nearly collapsed there, holding herself up against the wall, sweating, breathing heavily, feeling weak.
Her strength was returning to her slowly, but this was going to make work difficult.
All the while she was being watched via secret cameras, notes were being taken at her reaction to the ring.
The second encounter
Days later Kara still hadn’t figured out what to do about the coworker with the kryptonite ring. Potentially she thought she could have a friend steal it from her, not the most honourable thing but it was better than the alternative. In the meantime she’d leant into work from home and was currently out flying around, looking for adventure or crimes to stop.
Then she heard it, another robbery, this time in one of LexCorps labs. Lena would be pissed, she thought as she flew down to confront whoever was causing trouble.
She headed down at a speed most humans would find too fast to register, to her surprise she could see someone staring right at her, almost ready for her, they fired the laser cannon in their hands and blew her out of the sky.
Supergirl crashes to the ground and took a second to register what had happened. That had… hurt. It wasn’t kryptonite, something else, something new. What had they stolen from the lab? The confusion was broken as she was shot from behind with another beam, sending her bouncing down the street. She felt weaker, as if her powers were being dampened.
She avoided the next shot and charged up her heat vision, but when she went to fire it she felt it splutter out. This sent her to one knee. What was happening?
Another shot hit right in the ‘S’ of her costume and sent her through a wall into a warehouse, far from any onlookers. The two criminals followed her in and found her trying to crawl away.
“These really did a number on you didn’t they?” The first criminal said to her mockingly. He pulled her back by the hair, to stop her crawling and started to explain to her what had happened. “LexCorp’s newest invention, looks like it was specifically made with you in mind. Wipes out your solar energy, we don’t need kryptonite to kick your ass.”
The second criminal took photos of Kara, she could only watch, too weak to do anything about it. “No… stop…” She said weakly.
“You know Supergirl, we could do anything we wanted to you right now and you’d be powerless to stop us.” The first criminal whispered in her ear. Sirens started to approach. “But it’ll have to wait. Next time.” The two of them escaped as Kara crawled into the sunlight and recharged herself, out of sight from the police.
The third encounter
Supergirl crashed through the wall and instantly started to take out the gang inside the abandoned warehouse. She used her super speed, strength and heat vision to take them out one after another. One of the gang panicked and desperately looked for a weapon. He found the stash of stolen goods and started breaking boxes, diamonds fell out of one, a small lead box out of another.
He comedically threw this at Supergirl who casually batted it away. He found what he was looking for, the guns.
He had Supergirl’s attention now and she gently floated in the air as he shot at her, bullets rebounding off her bullet proof skin harmlessly.
She started to power up her heat vision, intent on melting the gun, carefully remembering the incident days before with weapons that rendered her powerless. At that point a bullet ricocheted through the lead box and a low green glow slowly crept out of it.
Supergirl instantly didn’t feel right.
Suddenly things that had seemed effortless moments before no longer felt like that. She struggled with her heat vision and found she could no longer float in the air. She landed on the ground inelegantly. What was happening? Then she saw the green glow, “K-kryptonite!” She gasped.
Another of the criminals noticed it too and watched as she tried to get away from the box. Heading back towards the hole in the wall she’d made. He grabbed the box and ran up to her, grabbing her from behind, holding the box to her chest.
Supergirl struggled, but couldn’t release the grip. Another criminal came up and took the box, opening the lid properly, it was a green kryptonite necklace.
He dropped the box and put the necklace up to Supergirl’s face, the green glow weakening her with every second that passed. “N-no…” He put it round her neck and the man behind her let her go.
She collapsed to her knees, then to all fours, breathing heavily, perspiration becoming noticeable.
The men took a moment and debated what to do, the trap had worked out better than expected. Someone was taking photos again, Kara tried to rally back on her knees and one of the criminals helped her up, holding her in a full nelson position. One of the other men roughly grabbed one of her tits, squeezing it. Kara let out a gasp, shocked to be in this situation.
The man ripped the necklace off her and traced it around her breast, causing her to moan as the kryptonite continued to weaken her. He brought it down across her abs and then lifted her skirt. He started to rub it against the inside of her thighs, before placing it on her panties. Kara gasped again, she was breathing heavily, sweating.
The man took his hand away and they let her drop to the floor. They disappeared with the kryptonite, Kara took a while to recharge, having been defeated and having run into kryptonite, yet again.
Lena Luthor was bored, sitting in her giant office with nothing to do. The company was running itself, she wasn’t feeling up to doing anything in the lab and she had lunch plans coming up. Then she received an email. No subject line. It was pretty straightforward, compromising pictures of Lena with men far below her station.
They were fucking her in various states of undress. She thought she’d been careful, but clearly not careful enough. This would not do.
There was an explicit threat. “Help us with SG and we’ll help you. Otherwise these get shared.”
Lena thought about it for a moment. “SG?” She guessed that meant one person, her friend no less. Still, the shame and fallout of those pictures being leaked didn’t appeal to her. She considered her option and replied with one word - “Ok.” She rationalised that she could change her mind if she wanted down the line.
“We’ll contact you.”
She closed the laptop and made her way out for lunch. The next few days wouldn’t be boring at least.
A few weeks later
Kara had not been having a good few weeks, kryptonite exposure at work and in action as Supergirl, not to mention new weapons seemingly designed to wipe out her powers. But she was in front of the city’s best and brightest today to be given an award for her services to National City.
Inside a relatively small conference room, she entered to cheers and claps from a crowd onlookers, she stood at a podium as the Mayor gave her a nice little trophy and she started her speech. She thanked the onlookers and as she started to talk about the good work she had been able to do for the city, a strange feeling hit her.
She was halfway through a sentence when she started to lose focus on what she was saying. She could feel perspiration on her forehead, her breathing started to get heavier, Kara put a hand out to steady herself at the podium. She could feel that her nipples had hardened for all to see through her costume. “No.. what’s… what’s happening to me?” She thought to herself. What she didn’t notice in the crowd, was the pink glow coming from an onlooker holding pink kryptonite in their hand, known to turn Kryptonians on sexually, when exposed to it.
She kept it together long enough to stutter through the closing lines. “Bringing truth and-“ she let out a little moan and steadied herself “-justice to National City. Th-thank you.”
A lot of the crowd was confused, most had noticed something was wrong.
Supergirl walked to leave the room and was crowded by onlookers. The pink kryptonite was closer to her than before and every touch - as people tried to shake her hand or pat her on the back or even hug her - was sending her wild. Someone accidentally brushed their hand against her breast, over her nipple and Kara had to stop and steady herself letting out a gasp.
Despite the kryptonite exposure her powers were still strong, she found herself saying. “Thank-thank you all.” Before using her super speed to get herself out of there.
She semi collapsed in an alleyway halfway across town. She slid her hand inside her red skirt and very quickly started to finger her clit, desperately needing the relief.
Later on she’d tell herself that no one saw her, that she would have sensed it, but to be honest she had no idea. She ended up on all fours in the dirty alley, in the middle of the day, finger fucking herself.
When she climaxed, her heat vision fires off, unable to control it and set fire to part of the alley. She cried out in pleasure, having never felt anything like it before, the pink kryptonite exposure having done a number on her.
The powerful orgasm wiped out some of her powers in the process. She took a moment, before getting up and realised how damp her hair was with sweat. Cum was running down her legs over her boots and a wet patch had formed on her skirt. She shakily flew home.
She was completely unaware that the whole thing had been recorded.
It didn’t take long for the image of Kara, struggling to complete her speech, nipples hard through her costume to hit the internet. News sites ran with it with “Is she ok?” headlines. It quickly became apparent that Kara had not done a good job at hiding her arousal during the speech.
Lena looked at the email, attachments of photos of Kara in various states of weakness. Men groping her whilst holding green kryptonite and then the video, Kara degrading herself in the alley.
What had Kara been thinking? Out in the open like that? She was to send this anonymously to the National City Tattler, the lowest supermarket tabloid in the city, but one that would have no problem hosting and sharing content like this.
Lena sighed, she didn’t like what she was about to do, what she was going to do afterwards. But it was part of the deal she’d made. She hit send.
Kara was humiliated. The story gathered speed to the point that even reputable news organisations reported on it. “What had happened to the city’s great protector to make her degrade herself in public like that?” Asked a revolving door of talking heads on the 24 hour news cycle.
Kara was mortified, ashamed with herself.
She didn’t want to go out as Supergirl, she didn’t want to be in the office - her coworker still had a kryptonite ring, despite Kara’s best attempts, she’d failed to avoid her several times and was constantly making excuses to leave as the kryptonite weakened her.
She could hear what everyone was saying about her “SuperSlut,” “SuperWhore,” and many other degrading names that made her want to cry.
Still that was Supergirl, Kara Danvers still had a job to do. She’d been tasked with a 2pm interview with a business leader who had been causing a lot of trouble in the city recently. Maybe she’d be able to catch him out, add something new to the news cycle to push the constant coverage of Supergirl out.
She showed up and sat down in his private penthouse office. She was ready to go in hard on the shady guy, really drag him over hot coals. But as the interview went on he skilfully avoid her questions, until he interrupted her, halfway through asking about his reported mob links. “How could I never have seen it before?”
She replied by asking what he was talking about.
He explained to her that he knew Kara Danvers and Supergirl were one and the same. “Great photos by the way.” He produced another small lead box. Kara was still trying to bluff her way through things as he opened the box, a green glow revealing itself.
Kara instantly cringed, a wave of weakness hit her as the man placed the green kryptonite ring on his finger. He walked around to where she was sitting, Kara tried to standup, but grabbed her by the hands holding her, the ring nearly touching her pale skin. Then, he roughly kissed her, sticking his tongue down her throat, she was already too weak to get away as he leant her over the desk onto her back. He placed the ring next to her face, causing her to turn away in pain. Kara was in trouble.
He started to unbutton her shirt, ripping open the last few buttons as her Supergirl costume was revealed. “Holy shit.” he muttered to himself at the sight of it.
Kara was lying prone on her back on the desk, shirt ripped open, Supergirl costume on show, skirt hiked up, glasses still on. The man squeezed her breast roughly, noting how hard her nipple had gotten through the costume as he touched her.
He took the hand with the ring on it and brought it under her skirt, he rubbed the ring across the inside of her thigh and then pressed it against her panties, rubbing it against her clit underneath.
Kara gasped in shock, then moaned a little. He grabbed her hair. “You really are a little SuperSlut aren’t you?” He laughed in her face. He continued to push the ring against her panties and then moved them aside and started to finger her, sticking two fingers into her pussy. She was wet, gushing even. He took his now wet fingers out of her pussy and brought them to her mouth, he stuck the fingers and the kryptonite ring into Kara’s mouth. Making her taste herself and the kryptonite.
She gasped for breath as he pulled his fingers out her mouth, she was defeated.
At this point the man ripped her panties off and wrapped the glowing green ring in them. He shoved the panties and the ring into Kara’s mouth, gagging her and flipped her over. He removed her suit jacket, leaving the shirt on and pulled her hair back hard from behind with one hand. With the other he took his cock out and started slapping her bare ass with it. He worked it towards her pussy and inserted himself. Then he started to fuck her hard and deliberately from behind.
Kara was completely powerless by this point but managed to spit the panties and ring out. She lay her head on the desk exhausted and drooling as he fucked her. As it went on his intensity increased, she could feel his balls slapping her from behind and the pleasure of the big hard cock inside her was undeniable. She climaxed loudly, heat vision briefly sparking up as she did. He pulled her off the desk and onto the ground, sticking his cock down her throat to briefly facefuck her, before jacking off into her face, covering her hair, glasses, face and costume in the process.
He took the ring and grabbed her hand, placing it on her finger. “Stay.” He told her as he found a camera from his desk drawer.
He started taking photos of the powerless Supergirl, half still in her civvies clothes, covered in cum and completely at his mercy. “There’ll be other recordings of this, but this is for my personal collection. They know everything about you Kara and you’re going to be seeing them soon.”
Kara weakly begged him to let her go and he grabbed her hand and took back his ring. He places it back in the box and sat down watching her.
After a while she was able to stand, he told her that the story about him better be good or secrets about her would be revealed. She could clean herself up in the private bathroom, leave out the window if she wanted, if she had the strength to fly away.
In the end she didn’t and she left meekly out the back door of the building.
Hours later Kara sat in her apartment feeling ashamed of herself and still weak from earlier. Trying to some in some sun through the window and repower herself. Then her phone buzzed. Lena had gotten in touch, invited her round to her place for a drink in a couple of nights. Kara thought to herself ‘at least I have Lena’ and smiled.
Meanwhile, Lena turned to the others in the room. “All booked in - it’s a date. Two nights time.”
The others in the room all smiled.
Part 2
They stood and reviewed the list. Everything had worked so far, green and pink kryptonite, the guns depleting her powers, manipulating friends and colleagues, targeting her as Kara Danvers and targeting her as Supergirl.
But they decided, there was till plenty more to come.
Kara woke up, still sore from her exposure to green kryptonite, still trying not to read every news story about her, trying to block out the random horrible comments she could hear with her super hearing.
She was seeing Lena tomorrow night, that would be good. A chance to vent about everything that was happening. She got dressed in a tight sweater and jeans combination, packed her Supergirl costume in her bag and went about her day. At one point tried to pay for some breakfast and found her card declined, she checked her bank accounts - cleared out. “What the hell?”
She tried not to panic, the bank was across the road, she could go sort this out. Minutes later Kara was anxiously standing in a queue waiting to talk to someone. What had happened? A mistake?Was someone targeting her? It sure felt that way recently. She’d been warned that people knew things about her… Then shouting began, suddenly there was a robbery was in progress. “What now?” Kara groaned to herself.
Before she could react, before she could find a safe spot to change into her costume, she had a gun pointed at her and was being led into an office with a group of hostages. She considered that it might be for the best, rather than rushing in as Supergirl, she could size things up.
They were told to not cause a fuss, otherwise people would get hurt. Kara eyed things up, a few criminals with guns, they didn’t seem to be doing much in the way of robbery, instead they seemed to be setting up some equipment. The men started to grab bags from the hostages, including Kara’s - which had her costume inside. She didn’t know how to stop them from taking it without arousing suspicion.
“What are you doing?” One of the hostages asked them. The criminal quickly explained that the equipment they had, it was a trap. A trap for Supergirl.
As Kara processed that fact, they pressed a button on one of the pieces of equipment and suddenly a high pitched noise hit her ears. They had found a way to cancel out her super hearing, a sound at a frequency only she could hear. But seemingly, they didn’t realise that the person they’d set the trap for was sitting right there.
As Kara tried to figure out what to do, the men were going through the bags in another room, stealing wallets and phones, until one of them stopped. He had found Kara’s Supergirl costume. “Holy shit! is she here?”
Some of the criminals discussed it, why would she let herself be captured? Whose bag was it? After a very quick discussion they agreed that despite the glasses and the ponytail, Kara did sort of fit the bill for Supergirl. What should they do?
Her super hearing was already cancelled out, the other weapons were getting prepared. One of the criminals had an idea. He picked up a bracelet from their weapons bag. It was a power dampener, designed to cancel out a metahuman’s powers. He walked into the room with the hostages and up to Kara. He whispered in her ear. “Don’t make a scene, we know who you are, come with me.” Clicking the bracelet around her wrist.
Kara barely made out what he said, the wall of sound was both causing her pain and meaning she could barely hear anything. The good news with the dampener was that the volume started to go down, the bad news was this is because her powers were disappearing. She could already feel its effects and stumbled out the door.
He took her to the room with two other criminals, one of whom held the costume out. “I’d say we’ve caught you red handed Supergirl!”
Kara started to try and explain they had it wrong when she was interrupted. One of them grabbed her from behind in a choke. Weakened she could feel it and struggled to catch her breath. He explained that they’d been paid a lot of money to embarrass Supergirl in public, in front of people, so that’s what was going to happen. They told her to put the suit on. Slowly. Kara fell to the floor, her glasses falling off. “Otherwise, we’ll start hurting hostages instead.” One of them said menacingly.
She stood up nervously and the men watched, she took off her sweater, revealing a tight white T-shirt underneath. She looked at them eyes wide and took that off. She was now standing in a bra and jeans, she reached for her costume but the criminal pulled it away. One of them came behind her and pulled the straps of her bra down. “What are you doing?” She stammered.
“Anything I want.” Came back the response as he grabbed her tits and licked her neck.
Kara could feel her nipples harden as the man pinched them. They noticed too and started to mock her for it. The man let go and took a step back, her costume was thrown at her. “Haha, you enjoying this SuperSlut?” She blushed and quickly removed her bra and put the top on, her nipples still hard poking through it.
She cursed herself, she had enjoyed the roughness of the man touching her. What was wrong with her?
As she removed her jeans and put on her skirt on in front of their leering eyes she started to plan. Her powers were dampened but not gone, they likely underestimated her. As she pulled her boots on she tried to surprise attack them, but she felt sluggish and weak. Her opening punch was easily caught and she was thrown out of the room into the open atrium of the bank.
She was then hit by the same laser cannon from before and found the rest of her powers leaving her as she collapsed to the ground.
One of the criminals pulled her up by the hair and slapped her to make sure she was awake. The hostages had been taken out of the room and forced to watch their city’s protector powerless and on her knees. He groped one of her breasts through her costume, she was powerless to fight back, and then dropped her. She tried to crawl, but he put a foot on her cape, not letting her get far.
The criminal pointed at her, said that everyone should look at her, defeated, at their mercy. But she could still save the day, be the hero. They would let Supergirl and all the hostages go, in return for one thing. Supergirl on her knees, sucking him off. Kara cringed at the thought, mouthed. “No.” But the criminals raised their guns to the crowd of hostages.
“Do it, otherwise you won’t like the alternative.” Kara had tears in her eyes, she was hopeless, what else could she do? She nodded in agreement and the criminal again grabbed her hair and pulled her up.
He unzipped his pants and whipped his cock out. After hesitating, Kara started to kiss it, trying to start slowly, but he grabbed her and forced it into her mouth, down her throat. Kara was drooling as he face fucked her, right there in public in front of a large group of onlookers.
The criminals filmed it of course, but some of the hostages took their phones out and did the same. Taking photos of the Maid of Might on her knees, some seemed to enjoy it.
He came down Kara’s throat and held her there for a moment, making sure every drop of cum ended up in her mouth. When he pulled his cock out Kara fell backwards, her hair a mess, drool, tears and cum combining and dripping from her face to her costume. The costume she was so proud of, dripping with a criminals cum. The criminal grabbed her cape and used it to clean himself as Kara begged him not to. He took the power dampener off her wrist as they quickly packed things up and left.
Some of the hostages helped Kara up, most had realised she had been there in her secret identity earlier. A handful had recognised reporter Kara Danvers and were amazed that she was Supergirl.
The police came in and helped out. After a while Kara felt strong enough to fly unsteadily home.
No answers to where her money had gone to, easily defeated and degraded. She could hear with her super hearing what the hostages said about her, the slut she was, how hot it had been, what a disgrace she was.
Kara had been defeated as Supergirl again, even though this time she hadn’t even run headfirst into anything. What was wrong with her? Tomorrow night with Lena couldn’t come soon enough, she needed her advice badly.
Kara Danvers had spent the day listening to her coworkers opinions on her alter ego. Through her super hearing she heard them call her every name under the sun; a degenerate, a slut, a whore and try as she might Kara couldn’t block it out. Some were dead serious, others laughing about it.
For the first time she was starting to feel as if her powers were a curse, she wasn’t used to the public hating her or making fun of her.
That night she dressed up in a beautiful summer dress, she hadn’t seen Lena in weeks and she had encouraged Kara to dress up a bit. Sure it was just a couple of drinks and a catch up, but why not? Kara made sure to pack her Supergirl costume, just in case, and made her way to Lena’s penthouse. She took the subway rather than fly, her powers still feeling weaker after the last few weeks of defeats.
Having been let in and taking up a private elevator, Kara was greeted by Lena in one of her business suits. Kara noticed Lena look her up and down, thinking nothing of it, she mixed her a drink and they started to catch up.
Kara explained what had been happening to her recently, defeated several times, taken advantage of, forced to give a criminal a blowjob in front of a group of hostages. She was surprised to find that Lena found it amusing. “But… you enjoyed it didn’t you? Be honest.” She asked Kara, who stayed silent. Lena kept a slightly mocking tone with Kara, who had been expecting sympathy and instead found someone who had seemingly enjoyed a lot of what had been happening.
Lena could see she was getting under Kara’s skin and changed the subject. “I’ve got you a gift Kara.” She said taking a small box from her desk. “No peaking.”
Kara did try and take a look with her x-ray vision but realised it was a box made of lead. “What is it Lena?” She didn’t feel like playing around.
“A surprise, don’t you trust me?” Lena said with a wicked smile. Kara considered it - another lead box? But, they were old friends after all and she opened the box.
She felt all her senses dull. “Lena… what?” A gold glow came from the box. Gold kryptonite, known to completely wipe out a Kryptonian’s powers when they come into contact with it. Kara didn’t realise this initially, despite having run into it in the bank weeks ago.
Lena ran her hands through Kara’s hair and then quickly grabbed it - pulled it roughly. Kara cried out and demanded. “Lena what are you doing?” Before trying, and failing, to loosen her grip.
Lena licked her cheek and then let her go, she stood up and headed to her desk. Kara was shaken and confused “Lena, what the hell!?” Lena silently pressed a button on the side of the desk and a secret door opened. A group of men walked in.
It hadn’t fully clicked with Kara what was going on, not until she attempted to fly and launch herself at the group to attack them. She had no super speed and she collapsed on the floor unable to get into the air. She was powerless. She lay on the floor confused as the men walked towards her and picked her up.
One of the men held Kara from behind as Lena walked over, Kara struggled but couldn’t get free.
Lena started to explain to her about gold kryptonite, about the deal she’d made, the list of Kara’s weaknesses, how she had been blackmailed and what they wanted in return. In this case a video of Kara completely degraded. She ran one finger from Kara’s lips, down her neck and casually across her breast, flicking Kara’s nipple.
“Please, Lena…” Kara started to say, Lena interrupted her by sticking her hand under her dress and fingering her through her panties.
“Shut up, slut.” She snapped as she worked two fingers under her pants and rubbed Kara’s clit. She then roughly stuck the two fingers into her cunt, Kara gasped in surprise and then moaned lightly. Lena removed her hand before Kara was enjoying herself too much and tasted Kara for herself. Kara had been shocked by Lena’s touch but had, deep down, enjoyed it, breathing heavily, her nipples erect. A moment later she was bent over a table by one of the men.
Lena took out her phone and casually filmed Kara as the first man ploughed her from behind. He had ripped her panties off, wet from Lena’s touch, and shoved them into Kara’s mouth.
Kara was powerless to stop him as he drilled her pussy with his hard dick, her nipples hard against her dress, moaning with every thrust.
Lena reached over and removed her glasses and gazed at the image, Supergirl in a summer dress fucked from behind.
Lena took the panties out of her mouth. “Say your a slut a Kara, call yourself a whore.” She whispered in her ear with a laugh.
Kara was moaning, but shook her head. “Mmm…. no…. not a slut…” Lena rolled her eyes theatrically and shoved the pants back in her mouth. The man fucking her climaxed hard with a grunt, leaving Kara’s pussy dripping with his cum.
Kara was flipped over onto her back, the dress pulled down to reveal her perfect tits. As another man started to fuck her, Lena pulled another man over and started to jack him off in front of Kara’s face. He groped her tits and climaxed pretty quickly over Supergirl’s face as she was getting railed.
Things continued this way for a while.
Later on Kara was naked, dripping with cum, her beautiful dress ripped off. Lena had recorded much of it, Kara fucked in every hole. Every man had his turn and she had been used like a fuck toy.
Lena had also found Kara’s Supergirl costume in her bag, which the men had used to clean themselves up. Lena wiped Kara’s face with the cape, removing cum, drool, tears and sweat.
“Say you’re a slut, Kara.” Lena said filming her on her phone. “Say it.”
This time Kara nodded yes, she felt like a slut, like a whore. A group of men had run a train on her and she had ended up enjoying it, loved it. “I’m… I’m a slut.” Lena laughed at her, some of the men joined in. “SuperSlut. Pathetic” She spat at her.
Lena grabbed her by the neck and choked her, kissing her roughly before starting to play with Kara’s clit once again. Kara submitted to it, defeated and degraded. She wondered to herself “what could possibly be next?”
Part 3
Karen Starr, aka Power Girl, could see National City come into view as she flew through the clouds. She had come to visit Supergirl. The weeks of negative coverage had spread countrywide and Power Girl wanted to make sure Kara was ok.
As she flew further into the city in her famous white costume and red cape, she saw with her super vision that her timing couldn’t have been better. Kara was in the middle of a fight with a gang of criminals and it looked like she was losing.
Power Girl flew down just in time to see the Maid of Might hit with a red beam from the cannon one of the criminals was holding. She was sent flying backwards and painfully crashed against a wall. “Supergirl! Are you ok?” Power Girl flew down and cradled Kara, she looked in rough shape, the beam had knocked her out for a moment.
“Karen.. what? Why are you here? They - it’s a red sun beam, wipes me out..” Kara seemed confused and out of it.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got this.” Power Girl replied and flew towards the gang. A beam of the red sun energy hit her, it was designed to cancel out Kryptonian’s powers and it certainly affected Power Girl, but she gritted through. “It tickles.” She said as she caught up with the gang, quickly destroyed their weapons and knocked them out.
Power Girl took a second to recover and was back over to the now standing Kara, shakily standing up. “Whoa, slow down there, take a second.” Power Girl offered her arm to help Supergirl balance. Once she was closer she spoke in hushed tones to Kara. “What happened there? Those punks were doing a number on you? Why didn’t you just wipe the floor with them!”
Kara looked up at her sadly and asked that they could fly out of the situation. Some members of the public were showing up, wolf whistling and cat calling at Supergirl, some praising Power Girl.
One man called Kara a slut and Power Girl snapped at him to shut up.
“What the hell is going on?” She mumbled to herself, as she nodded to Kara to fly away. Kara managed to do so at half speed, Power Girl following her.
Later they sat in Kara Danvers new apartment. It was much smaller than her old one, she’d had financial issues that no one could seem to work out, thus the downsizing.
Kara looked exhausted, Karen thought to herself, then asked. “Kara, what’s going on?”
Kara explained the past few weeks, at least most of it. Defeat after defeat, common criminals with access to different types of kryptonite, weapons that stripped her powers, power dampeners, weapons that used her powers against her and more. She was regularly getting her ass kicked by punks she would have trashed with ease before, her powers would return to a certain level but she hadn’t felt 100% in weeks. At work she’d run into kryptonite more than once as well. Her colleague still had the ring, not to mention the interview she’d conducted a few weeks ago…
She left the story of what had happened with Lena out, ashamed that she had enjoyed the experience of being used so much.
Karen took it all in, it was clear to her Kara needed help, together they would sort this out. “Why didn’t you ask anyone for help? The Justice League? Any of your friends in National City? Alex?” The truth was that Kara was ashamed and didn’t want to admit she needed help, also Lena’s behaviour towards her had made her distrustful of bringing anyone else into the fold. But now she had Power Girl by her side.
They decided to take it easy the rest of the afternoon, but tonight they would start looking into things.
Across the city they sat discussing events. Power Girl getting involved now? No matter, she was powerful but had the same weaknesses as Kara.
They didn’t know her secret identity but it wouldn’t matter.
One of them spoke up with an idea, the Parasite was still imprisoned within the city’s STAR Labs building. Perhaps breaking him out would be an interesting twist on things.
Later on they sat on the roof of a building across from the dockyard. “So that’s where you think one of the gangs is holed up?” Power Girl asked pointing towards what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse. “It’s lead lined, the walls I mean. I can’t tell what’s going on inside but I can make out voices” she continued.
Kara was trying her own super hearing on the building but was finding it frustrating that she couldn’t make anything out. Still not at 100%.
“So what do you think, crash through a couple of walls and take out whoever’s in there?” Power Girl was trying to encourage Kara, rebuild her confidence.
This time Kara responded. “Ok, but we’ve no idea what sort of weapons they’ve got, how many of them-“ before Supergirl could continue to try and talk her out of it Power Girl had rolled her eyes and disappeared at super speed, flying towards the building. “Karen!” Kara cried after her before doing the exact same thing.
The two superheroines crashed through the wall of the warehouse and quickly realised they were in the right place. The gang were unpacking weapons and stolen goods.
Supergirl and Power Girl made short work of most of them despite the powerful weapons at their disposal. Having a partner seemed to help Supergirl as Power Girl watched her back and took out a couple of thugs who would have got the drop on her otherwise. A couple of thugs ran in different directions, different exits and the two heroines split up to catch them.
For Supergirl things were easy, the thug shot at her and the bullets harmlessly bounced off her as she caught up to him. But as Power Girl caught up with her target, he turned around and released gas from a hidden weapon, Kryptonite gas. Power Girl inhaled some of it and quickly dropped to one knee. Supergirl saw this and dropped her thug, allowing him to escape. The thug with the gas was also able to escape as Kara returned the favour to Karen from earlier in the day and helped her steady herself. “It’s.. it’s.. ok” Power Girl was able to say through heavy breathing.
Another new weapon and this time the invulnerable Power Girl had been left looking very vulnerable indeed.
Supergirl left Power Girl to recover and slammed a criminal against the wall. Her eyes started to glow red as she questioned him, “Where are all the weapons coming from? Who do you work for?”
He revealed the location of where the weapons were being picked up from but little else. “You good?” Kara asked the now recovered Power Girl who nodded positively.
“It’ll take more than that to slow me down.” She said with a wink. With that they made a move onto the next location.
Power Girl seemed fine as they flew to the next location, already having worked through the effects of the kryptonite gas. But it was an introduction for her to the types of weapons the gangs had access to. For Supergirl it was reminded of how dangerous things were getting. Still Karen’s confidence was rubbing off on her, she felt between the two of them nothing was going to stop them.
Both of the men that escaped had been in touch to warn the others that the heroines were coming.
They watched from afar as police arrived to round up the gang and the weapons. A lot of weapons to lose, but they knew there were still plenty of other tricks up their sleeves.
Another lead lined, seemingly abandoned warehouse. Again the two superheroines crashed through the walls but this time no one was home. “They can’t all be winners” Power Girl said with a chuckle.
Supergirl was already scanning the place with her super vision. She noticed something on the ground, a piece of paper with some writing on it. It was a list, specifically about her. It listed all of her weaknesses, her alias, her friends, parts of her life she thought secret. Her eyes watered in frustration and she started to tear up, how could they know all this about her?
Above her she failed to notice a new weapon come out from behind the wall, a small laser cannon.
Power Girl was across the room but noticed Kara’s body language change, “Kara are you ok?” Kara turned around ready to explain what she had found when suddenly she was hit from behind by a beam of pure green kryptonite. The beam continued to envelop her, and she collapsed in pain. “Kara!” Power Girl made a move to help her, but even several metres away could feel herself weakened by the kryptonite beam.
Kara looked up helplessly at Karen and mouthed the word “Help.”
Power Girl took several steps back and thought about what to do, she quickly decided to tear down one of the lead walls and use that to shield from the kryptonite ray. She was able to use part of the wall to get in close enough to drag Kara away, the shield wasn’t perfect though and she felt herself weaken. The ray kept firing, albeit at the same spot she had now moved the near unconscious Supergirl away from.
She looked up ready to use her heat vision to destroy the cannon - thinking to herself maybe she should have tried that first - when she heard a huge crash from behind her, one of the walls caved in.
“Hello Supergirls.” To Power Girl’s horror it was the Parasite, the power stealing, leeching, supervillain. She looked to her side, Supergirl slumped over completely defeated, behind her and not quite far enough away from her, the kryptonite beam continued to fire. She could feel herself that she was not at 100%, Parasite would be difficult for two fully powered superheroes, the situation they were in now was going to be a real challenge.
“I have to be quick.” She said to herself. As she ran at him at super speed. “Have to keep him away from Kara.” Power Girl struck the Parasite in the face sending him flying, her hand briefly stung from the shot, even the brief touch was enough to steal a small amount of Power Girls strength. She flew full speed and smashed into Parasite, crashing them both through the wall and out into the street.
For Power Girl it meant she was now clear of any of the effects of the kryptonite ray and in for a fairer fight. It also meant she couldn’t keep an eye on Supergirl, still inside the building with most of its lead walls standing.
Power Girl used her ice breath on the Parasite, figuring this would be the quickest route to victory. Freeze him and take him back to STAR Labs. But Parasite had stolen a small amount of her power and used it as heat vision to combat the cold. He got in close and threw punches, most of which missed with Power Girl ducking out of the way, but almost as a fluke he managed to land one, knocking her to the ground.
Meanwhile Supergirl began to stir, at the same time a secret entrance opened from the floor and a couple of men came out of it. “We can see you found our list Supergirl. Or is it Kara? We want to get the introduction right, we’ve spent so long waiting, excited to meet you.” He leant his head back and looked outside, just catching Parasite knock down Power Girl. “And look, you brought a friend.” He nodded to the other man and he grabbed Supergirl by the leg and started to drag her across the floor back to the kryptonite beam.
She was still out of it and could only weakly moan as she was dropped backed in front of it. “N-nooo.” The man who dragged her took out a camera and started to film her, powerless, weak and pathetic. The other man started to undo his belt.
Power Girl had been knocked down by the powerful punch and tried to get up quickly, but she was distracted when she thought she saw others in the building, through the hole she’d created. “Who is t-“ she started before screaming out as the Parasite put both hands to her face. He fed off her power and the grip became tighter as she tried to fight him off. She could feel her powers had left her as he let go of her and she collapsed, she struggled to stay conscious as he picked her up and threw her onto his back. Then he walked back towards the building.
The man had waited weeks for this and was enjoying it, he had taken Kara’s skirt off, removed her cape, ripped her panties off and pulled up her top, revealing her tits. She was completely powerless and exhausted as the green kryptonite light covering her. She was lying on her front as he lay down next to her and started to grope her tits, rubbing his cock against her ass. He moved her leg and forced himself into her cunt. She let out a moan as the villain began to drill her from behind.
He squeezed and groped her tits whilst he fucked her. He fucked her hard as it was recorded by his sidekick. She was so weak that when he started to choke her as he thrusted his dick inside her there was a point where she couldn’t breathe and she nearly passed out.
He let go of her neck and grabbed both of her bouncing tits as he came inside her with an angry grunt. He left her with cum dripping from her pussy just as Parasite re-entered with a powerless Power Girl on his shoulder.
The two of them picked Supergirl up, cum dripping down her leg and carried her and Power Girl down into the secret entrance.
Power Girl started to stir, she felt weak, her powers stripped away, but she hadn’t had a number done to her with kryptonite like Kara had. She was feeling ok, except her strength was gone. They were in separate cages in the dark, a weak light shining in each. She noticed Kara lying on the floor, tits out, naked. “Kara!” She was conscious but completely exhausted and wiped out.
Power Girl had tears in her eyes when she asked. “What did you do, you bastards?” No reply from the darkness. Power Girl grabbed her cell bars and tried to bend them but couldn’t. They sat in the darkness for some time.
Later a voice came from the darkness, “We’ve defeated you both, we could keep you here for as long as we want and you can’t do anything about it. But, we’ll let you go if you, Power Girl, do what we want.”
Power Girl thought about it for a moment, “What do you want?” Then to the side, she saw a man enter Supergirl’s cage. He loomed above her and spoke to Power Girl. “Supergirl, aka Kara Danvers. Lots of friends, family, a journalist. Recently ran into financial problems and had to move apartments. Weakness to kryptonite. Powered by the sun. We know quite a bit about her.” He pointed to the helpless Kara, “But you-“ now he pointed at Power Girl, “-we know very little about you.” Power Girl stood there not liking where this was going. “The first thing we want to know, who are you Power Girl? You have a secret identity, don’t you? Tell us.”
Power Girl stared at him “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
He explained that whether she liked it or not, these were the terms, sit powerless in the cage - watch them use Kara however they liked or do what they wanted.
"And what then? What if I tell you who I am?" Power Girl responded. The response was she would be asked to do two more things.
"Karen Starr." Power Girl said quietly.
"What was that? We couldn't hear you. Louder."
Power Girl gritted her teeth, stifled back a few tears. "My name is Karen Starr. There are you happy?" She said much louder this time.
The man was happy, they had it recorded and he knew someplace down the line he'd be able to use this. "Ok, thank you Karen. Next request, take off your costume and masturbate for us.”
"Wh-what, no, I would never do that. Go to hell!" She responded.
The man picked up the powerless and weak Supergirl and started to play with her exposed tits, she let out a weak moan as he did so. "Do it Karen, otherwise we’ll play with Kara instead."
Again Power Girl gritted her teeth, what could she do? She undid the clasps that attached her cape to the costume and let it fall and then undid the back of her neck. Her gloves came off and then she rolled her costume down, off her shoulders at first and soon she had revealed her famous big tits. She continued to roll the costume down exposing her washboard abs and then finally her pussy as the costume dropped to the floor. She kept the boots on. The man stared at her, subtly holding Kara's head, making her watch.
Karen has never done anything like this in public and hesitated. She brought her hand to her crotch and started to rub her clit. Initially the exposed nature of this situation had been as far away from a turn on as it gets, but as she rubbed herself, thinking about how it was likely being recorded, thinking about how many people would be watching, catching site of the powerless Kara being forced to watch, she started, in some twisted way, to enjoy herself.
She grabbed one of her tits with her other hand and could sense how wet she was getting, she thought about all of her personal fantasies, ones she wouldn't tell anyone. Superman, Supergirl, Lex, random criminals overpowering her and started to moan.
Her knees got weak and she leant back against the bars of the cage as she rubbed her clit harder and faster, slapping it, squeezing her big breast harder and playing with her own hard nipples.
Her soft moans turned into cries of pleasure as she started to cum, squirting down her thigh. She ended up sat down leaning against the cage. Exhausted, humiliated and still very turned on.
"Th-there, are you happy?" Karen managed to say, breathing heavy, still aroused.
"Very, Karen.” Came the response. "One more thing and we'll let the both of you go." He dropped Kara and left her cage, walking up to Power Girl's cage. He picked up a long slim box on a table next to it. He opened it, a low green glow shot out of it, but this time, the kryptonite wasn’t what made Power Girl gasp.
It was a green Kryptonite strap on. "Make Kara cum, with this and you can both leave." Power Girl was speechless, she'd gone as far back in the cage as she could to get away from the Kryptonite.
"It's low level, not too strong don't worry." Said the man. "Fuck her with this and you can both leave." On cue, the other man from earlier reappeared, he went into Kara's cage and threw her over his shoulder, he then brought her over to Power Girl's, opened it and dropped her inside. The man threw the strap on inside, drawing a moan from Supergirl as she was exposed to Kryptonite again.
They locked the door and both left.
Power Girl, naked except for her boots, moved towards Supergirl, naked. She managed to knock the strap on away, despite the pain of the Kryptonite and held Supergirl.
"Kara, you heard what he said. It's the only way." Kara nodded weakly as Power Girl kissed her and ran her hand over her breasts. She let Kara lay down and pulled her costume off, leaving her completely naked.
Power Girl moved towards the strap-on. It weakened her, but the man was right, it was not powerful stuff. She was able to attach it to herself and though she could feel her knees getting weaker she had enough strength to do what needed to be done.
As Power Girl thrusted the Kryptonite cock into Supergirl's cunt, Kara cried out. Powerless and now being fucked by her friend, with Kryptonite, how had it come to this?
"Kara, tell me what you need."
Kara replied "Harder."
Power Girl fucked her hard and fast with the strap on, Kara weakly played with her own clit, moaning as the dildo went deeper and deeper. Both women's nipples were rock hard, Power Girl against everything she stood for was enjoying dominating the heroine. Supergirl for her part, despite the pain of the Kryptonite was enjoying getting fucked so hard, able to feel every thrust inside her sensitive pussy.
"Choke me.." Power Girl started to choke her, surprised but turned on by the request. "Please... don't stop..." Kara was able to say, as Power Girl fucked her harder and faster, hand around her neck leaving red marks on the powerless heroine. Kara started to scream in pleasure as she climaxed hard.
Power Girl pulled out, exhausted herself and was able to throw the strap on out of the cage.
Both superheroines collapsed exhausted. Neither able to stay conscious.
They woke up in the sun. Naked in an alley.
Their costumes scattered around them. Both were exhausted, but even the small amount of sunlight had helped to recharge them enough that they quickly put back on their costumes.
They sat in the dirty alley soaking in as much sun as possible, intending to fly back to Kara's apartment. They barely spoke to one another, both thinking about what had just happened. For Kara it was another defeat, her sore pussy a reminder of the humiliations she's just experienced. For Karen, she was now worried about having exposed her secret identity.
She had seen the number they had been able to do to Kara, what would happen to her now?
Part 4
Kara was sitting across from her latest date, sipping her drink and ignoring her phone.
Karen was messaging again. Kara ignored it as she had done with every attempt Power Girl had made to get in contact with her recently. She looked towards the man sat across from her, staring straight through him, daydreaming.
Since the events of her night with Power Girl weeks had passed, Kara for all intent and purpose had given up. She had been exposed at length to kryptonite, culminating with being fucked by a kryptonite strap on. Since then her powers had been slow to return, she was still being exposed to kryptonite at work and the handful of times she had tried to do some good on the streets of National City she had been taken out with weapons that either reduced her already limited powers or just straight up hurt her.
Kara was exhausted and had never felt so human. She was also chasing some of the high of that night. As much as she knew it was bad for her, she had never been fucked like it before and wanted to feel it again.
Power Girl’s secret identity, much like Kara’s, had been exposed. Kara couldn’t deal with hearing what was happening to her back in her home city. She didn’t want to admit to Karen how much she had enjoyed being fucked by the kryptonite strap on, how much she was still thinking about it. Kara herself had been waiting to be contacted by the group who seemed to know all her secrets, the ones that had a list of all her weaknesses.
“So anyway I think she’s a bit of a slut don’t you? Do you remember the press conference? Haha what the hell was that?” Kara’s date interrupted her daydreaming.
“I’m sorry, who are you talking about about?” She asked absentmindedly.
“Supergirl! Total slut! Am I right?” He answered enthusiastically.
“Right..” Kara couldn’t bring herself to argue the point, her reputation was in the gutter after the all the negative press of the past months. A benefit of her powers being so weak in the aftermath of everything was that she couldn’t hear random bystanders mocking her with her super hearing.
Kara and her date left the bar, she was tired. She looked tired, hair limp, far from the heroine she usually would be. She was dressed in a shirt and skirt, suit jacket over it. For the first time she was feeling the cold and realised that she would need to dress more weather appropriate as winter was coming.
He was a jerk, but when he invited her up she said yes. She let him push her to the ground and gave him a blow job whilst he tore open her shirt and fondled her tits. When he threw her onto his bed and slapped her ass she felt it and gasped in pain.
But she liked it.
Even with glasses off and blonde hair down he didn’t realise he was fucking Supergirl. Why should he? She was hardly super anymore. She climaxed, begging him to fuck her harder as he choked her and slapped her tits, leaving red marks on them.
When he was finished, he coldly told her to leave. She had dried cum on her as she did up the buttons on her shirt and she left the apartment into the cold. A month ago she would have been able to fly home in 2 minutes, but now she didn’t feel up to it. Now she was also worried about money and didn’t want to get an expensive taxi ride. She walked the streets of National City, keeping her eyes low for an hour before she was home.
They rarely contacted her directly, but the next day she received an email with a video of Power Girl getting fucked. It looked to be in Karen’s office, shirt open and her costume revealed as a man fucked her on top of her desk.
There was no message to go with the video, it just hung there as if to say - “this is your fault Kara.” She checked her phone, she had messages piling up from Karen she didn’t want to read. She was ignoring her friends and family too - Lena, Alex, Nia. Shouldering the burden onto herself.
She scrolled down and read more of the email. It asked Kara how she would like to earn some money. To be honest, she thought as she looked around her miserable apartment it wouldn’t be so bad. She had worked out that they were behind her finances imploding, but had no idea what to do about it. The email suggested she come to a location in two nights time in her costume and they would find something to pay her for. She shuddered at the thought.
Work was horrible, her coworker still had a kryptonite ring and had moved desks closer to Kara, so she now spent most of her day feeling her energy sapped from her. At one point weeks before she had tried to steal the ring, it had been left unattended on a desk, but it had hurt too much to touch and she was nearly caught in the act. She had been told she couldn’t work from home and as she needed the job, she tried to push on. With her powers limited she couldn’t type at super speed, the kryptonite made her tired, fatigued, sweaty and not particularly sharp. She was not firing on all cylinders. New men had joined the business who were uniformly horrible and demeaning to her. She couldn’t tell if this was part of some supervillian’s master plan or just how things were now, but in the break room she felt her ass pinched on more than one occasion and didn’t address it.
“Where is Supergirl?” the papers shouted. National City was becoming more lawless by the day and rather than blame the criminal element the press picked on the Maid of Might for letting everyone down.
Kara showed up at the address given on the email in her costume, another abandoned warehouse in a seemingly endless sea of them.
She had been able to fly, slowly to the destination, feeling the perspiration on her head from how hard using her powers had become. She landed unsteadily, exhausted already, before hitting the buzzer outside the building. She was let in.
There they stood, the cabal that had slowly ruined her life. Four of them, she thought there would be more. Maybe there were somewhere. She stared at them. “You… you said you’d pay money. What do you want?” A couple of them smiled, she recognised one of them as the man that had fucked her underneath the kryptonite ray weeks ago.
“Kara, lovely to see you again. We hear you’ve been having some financial problems. Well don’t worry, we’re here to help.” At that another member of the cabal produced a briefcase loaded with thousands of dollars. “This can be yours, a chance to sort your life out, maybe start over in a new city. All we ask in return is you do what was say. For one night.”
“How much is in there?” Supergirl asked. When she received the reply she briefly lost her poker face, it would be enough for a chance to start over for sure.
“Interested then?” one of them asked. She paused for a moment before nodded affirmatively. “What more could they do to her?” She thought to herself.
Supergirl was in for a long night.
Firstly they recorded everything, as they had done from the start. They explained that they planned on being paid to take down other heroes and they would use the footage of how they had destroyed Supergirl as a selling point for their services going forward.
Kara had to stop herself from crying at the sound of that, they planned on having her retire and at this point she felt like she had very little fight left in her.
They placed a gold kryptonite necklace around her neck, stripping her of her remaining powers. She hadn’t realised how weak she felt until they did that, she collapsed to the floor and had to be pulled back up.
Next her costume was systematically torn and ripped apart. Hands all over her, ripping the costume, groping her body. With her costume ripped, with only one part still covering one of her tits, she was bent over and fucked from behind over a table. Ropes of cum sprayed over her back as she collapsed to her knees, only to be pulled right back up by her hair. The process repeated again until her chest, face and back were all dripping with cum.
Next they stuck a green kryptonite butt plug up her ass, she whimpered as it was inserted. Despite her powerlessness due to the gold kryptonite, she was still Kryptonian and could still feel the effects. A form of kryptonite liquid, almost like ink was used as the words “Slut” and “Whore” were painted on her chest and stomach. Soon she had a mouthful of cock, face fucked, drool and cum dripping down her chin to her tits.
She lay on the floor powerless and weak, naked excepted for her boots and her cum stained cape which had been tied around her neck. She was covered in cum, drying into her pale skin. Then the next surprise was brought in, the men from her work. Initially she gasped - “No!” - how could they be here!? But then against her better judgment a strange feeling overcame her. Her nipples hardened, she was aroused, she barely noticed the large chunk of pink kryptonite thrown to beside her on the ground.
She serviced them all, sucking their cocks one by one, admitting that she was Kara Danvers to each of them, letting them have their way with her, lust from the pink Kryptonite overwhelming everything else.
They fucked her in every hole, choked her to the point of her blacking out, ran a train on her and left her dripping in even more cum.
They found the kryptonite strap on and fucked her with it causing her to cum harder than she ever had in her life, begging them to not stop, never stop, even as she could feel the kryptonite draining her.
As the final man came inside her, fucking her aggressively from behind, she again collapsed exhausted to the ground. Nothing left.
The pink kryptonite was taken away and the butt plus removed. The golden kryptonite necklace was removed as well, all placed inside lead containers. But at this point one of the cabal produced a small sliver of golden kryptonite and forced Kara to swallow it. No more powers for her. They let her have a towel to clean herself up.
She was told she could leave with the money but that her superheroine days were over. She was threatened, even if somehow the gold kryptonite was removed from her body, she would be better off never coming back. They would leave her alone now, but if Supergirl ever came back, they would go after her, only ten times worse.
Kara caught herself, stopping herself from challenging the. She wouldn’t fight. She wouldn’t beg.
She walked out the door tears in her eyes knowing Supergirl was retired.