(I've taken a lot of influence from the stories of RW and Tooshoes, as well as the Supergirl TV show. 18+. As with all my stories its written for entertainment purposes and not meant to impinge on copyrighted characters or upset anyone).
Part 1: Meet the new boss
The DEO had been shuttered. Budget cuts, political reshuffling, a new President who promised, "accountability and domestic normalisation of extraterrestrial affairs." Whatever that meant.
Kara no longer had a badge. No team. No bunker. No comms buzzing in her ear with Alex’s steady voice or J’onn’s calm guidance. No Winn. No Nia. No Lena. She had started to describe herself as freelance, not that she had anyone around her to listen anymore. Certain highly rated cable pundits had started to call her an unregistered metahuman or a dangerous vigilante.
She met the new normal on a Tuesday night. Her red boots rested on the edge of a rooftop, cape fluttered behind her in the wind as she gazed over National City. The wind tugged at her hair. She felt completely alone and entirely exposed.
"You’re easier to find than you think." The voice came from behind her. Smooth, calm, almost amused.
She didn’t turn immediately, but she let the red glow of her eyes flare as a not so subtle warning. Kara’s regular sunny exterior had been tested by recent events. “You have about three seconds to explain what you want. I’m not in the mood.”
A man stepped into view, street lamps from below lighting him. Dark coat, clean-shaven, posture precise, federal. Not military and not local. "Woah, woah, relax. I come in peace. Special Agent Mark Sullivan. FBI." He held up his credentials but she didn’t need to see them. She felt him, heartbeat steady, trained, disciplined.
Great, the feds.
"And if I don’t want to talk?" Kara asked lightly, as she slowly turned to face him.
"Then we talk later. Less convenient time. Less convenient place. More private."
She smirked, eyes still red. “Why Special Agent, that sounds dangerously close to a threat."
"It’s not." He said trying to deescalate the tension as he stepped closer. Kara noticed the faint scar on his temple and the way the streetlights caught his jaw. His stare lingered just a beat too long on the S-shield over her chest then flicked up to meet the red glare of her eyes without missing a beat. She heard his heartbeat quicken a little. “It’s not a threat. It’s an acknowledgment of the new administration’s patience."
The red in her eyes softened. "You’re not here to arrest me?"
"No."
"Regulate me?"
“No. I don’t really know what that means.”
"Then what?"
He stepped closer, moved just within the space that would make most people tense. She wasn’t. She did feel something else, a taut, sparking energy humming between them. "The President knows dissolving the DEO left a vacuum. One that you’re filling very well."
Kara snorted. "I’m surprised he understands anything." Bitter words, but the curl of her lips betrayed curiosity.
Helicopters buzzed far off, sirens below. The city shimmered between them. "We don’t want to fight you. We don’t want to regulate you. Frankly, you’re more useful operationally than politically."
Her eyes narrowed, unimpressed. "That’s a very bureaucratic compliment."
He tilted his head, smile teasing. "You’re powerful. You’re visible. And you don’t take orders."
“Well, now you’re just flirting."
A smile widened on his face. “No Supergirl, I’m recruiting."
She laughed low, surprised, a little dangerous, as she let her shoulders relax ever so slightly.
The next night, they met again, not on a rooftop in the dark, but in a hotel suite overlooking the harbour. Neutral ground. No obvious surveillance - though Kara knew better. A quick scan with her x-ray vision showed her the room was being bugged.
She stood near the window, cape off and hung over a chair, suit hugging her in all the right places. The city lights painted her in blue and red as she sat on the edge of the bed and for a heartbeat, she felt like she was on display. Like this was something seedy.
Mark leaned casually against the small bar in the room, sleeves rolled, jacket off. He handed her the tonic water she had requested, again his gaze lingered a beat too long on her. She noticed, turning away before clearing her throat. “Let’s skip the patriotic speech. What do you actually want?"
He walked around the other side of the bar. "You." His voice was low, deliberate. Silence stretched, teasing. He let it hang. Then clarified. “What the FBI wants is a partnership. We want to offer you a job.”
Kara tilted her head, eyebrow raised. "You want a vigilante on federal payroll?"
"We want a superhero with autonomy and federal support."
"That just sounds like the same thing with better branding."
"It’s different."
"How?"
He stepped closer, swinging around the small bar. Slow and measured, stopping just shy of her space. Kara could feel the warmth radiating from him without touching. "You keep your city, your life outside of the cape. If you have one. National City is yours. We don’t interfere unless you ask."
"And outside the city?"
"You expand your world view. You become a national asset." The words lingered. "Threats across state lines. Meta-trafficking. Black-site experimentation. Things that used to fall under the wider DEO jurisdiction. Things you’d probably be doing anyway. Only you work with us. You’ll even get a nice monthly government check. And we assign you a handler."
She raised a brow, a monthly check wouldn’t be the worst thing - rent was expensive for a single girl living in the city, even a Super one - a smirk tugging at her lips. "A handler."
"Yes."
"And that would be?"
"Me."
Kara folded her arms, shifting just enough that he noticed her long muscular legs crossing and uncrossing. He followed them up from her glossy red boots to the hem of her red skirt, before forcing himself to focus as she responded. "You think I need supervision?"
"I think you need guidance." His voice was smooth, teasing.
She studied him. Heartbeat steady. His was steady too. "Why me?"
"Because if we don’t work with you now, someone in Washington will eventually work against you. And I think that would be a waste."
The air tightened. His gaze held hers. "You’d report on me?"
"I’d coordinate with you."
"You’d monitor me."
"I’d protect you."
She stood up, now they were close enough that he had to tilt his head slightly to maintain eye contact. For a moment, she seemed to want him to look at her, to realise who he was talking to. ”I don’t need protection."
“No. Clearly.” He let the words linger. Then he replied, the words charged with implication. ”But the world’s changing Supergirl. Everyone can use a friend.”
Her lips curved. "You talk like a man very comfortable in morally grey rooms."
"I live in them.” An instant response. Mark seemed smooth. He bantered well. But Kara couldn’t shake just the hint of suspicion about the man.
For a long beat, neither moved. She could hear the harbour, the hum of electricity, his breath, steady, controlled, measured, almost taunting. "You’re not afraid of me, are you?” She asked.
"Should I be?"
"You’ve read the files. I assume you took them from the DEO."
"Yes."
"And?"
"I’m impressed. You’re dangerous.”
"Careful, Agent Sullivan."
"Mark." The correction was soft, deliberate.
Her mind snapped back to the earlier thought. This whole thing felt so seedy. Bantering with a man like this, alone in a hotel room. She would never usually have done it. Her mind now wandered, when was the last time she had been alone in a hotel room with someone? “If I agree, then you’re not my superior. We work together.”
“Fine.”
“And you’re not my boss.” A statement, not a question.
"No."
"Then what are you?"
"I’m the man standing between you and a government that doesn’t know whether to worship you or cage you."
Silence, thick and electric. She stepped back first, a small concession. "You understand. If this becomes control instead of cooperation, I will walk away. And we’ll see how well the government does at caging me.”
"I’d expect you to."
"And if your administration turns on me…” Now it was her turn for a little implied threat. What use was political power against someone as powerful as her, she wondered.
His gaze sharpened. "Then I’m sure they will come to regret it."
She studied him, letting the tension roll off her. This was dangerous, but the alternative could be worse and a lot of his words did resonate with her. "Fine. You get to be my handler."
He didn’t smile. Didn’t celebrate. Just nodded. Kara turned to the window. The city lights enveloping her. Nervous energy began to rise up inside her. “So tell me, Mark… what’s my first assignment?”
Part 2: Opal City blues
After the meeting in the hotel, Kara didn’t hear from Mark for weeks. She continued her double life in National City and Kara Danvers continued to work away and pay the rent, now made a lot easier by the cheques that started showing up in the mail.
She spent a lot of time studying the device Mark had given her to contact her with. Seemingly a one way communicator, she supposed she would just have to wait until she was needed.
National City kept her busy anyway.
Kara was halfway through dismantling an illegal weapons exchange in a run down area of the city when her comm finally chimed. Tucked safely in her boot, it had been set to a frequency only she could hear. She hadn’t asked how they knew that frequency. Didn’t want to pull on that thread. Federal encryption now, not DEO green.
She caught the last rifle mid-air, crushed it flat with a flick of her wrist and answered the call, sliding it into her ear. “I was starting to wonder if it was something I’d said.” She said, voice sharp, a little amused as she knocked out the last of Intergang’s illegal weapons runners.
His voice was low, smooth, teasing through the secure line. “Would you prefer I show up at your door with some flowers?”
“You’d have to know where to find me first.”
“Of course.” Kara didn’t register the silent response as being too ominous.
She landed on a nearby rooftop, boots cracking the tar, cape fluttering around her. “Ok. Talk.”
“Something small to get us started. Opal City. St. Hope University. Reports of ritual activity. Missing pets. Hospitalisations. One student in a coma. I’d like you to check it out.”
Kara’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Oh no.”
Mark paused. “Oh no?”
“Magic. I hate magic.”
“You don’t get to opt out of a category of threat.”
“It’s not a category. It’s cheating.”
A faint exhale through the line, almost amusement. The response was a little condescending. “You’re invulnerable to almost everything in the known universe, Supergirl.”
“And yet a guy in a bathrobe with a Latin dictionary can turn me into a houseplant.” Frustration crept into Kara’s voice.
“Noted.” She could hear his fingers tapping on a keyboard, calm, precise and clinical. “It’s small scale. Four college students. Probably bored. Probably dabbling in something they downloaded off the dark web. I want you to bring them in before they hurt somebody. Including themselves.”
That was enough.
Kara confirmed then launched skyward. “I hate magic.” She muttered, voice tight with irritation.
Opal City wasn’t like National City. It was not a city of neon and glass and ambition. Opal was stone and shadow and ironwork that curled like ribs around narrow streets. Gargoyles hunched over ledges. It was a big tourist city, people were charmed by the architecture. The intimacy of the streets.
Tonight though, at least one tourist wasn’t finding it particularly charming.
Kara touched down on the highest tower of St. Hope University, red boots settling against carved limestone. It had taken her an hour to fly over, her mind occupied by the thought of what awaited her. It had taken another half an hour to find the University. This was her first visit to Opal City and her irritation was getting compounded after getting lost.
Her cape snapped once in the wind before draping down her back in a heavy red line. The suit caught the moonlight, blue deep, the S shield bright against her chest. She looked magnificent. But underneath her skin, something crawled.
Music thumped from a dorm across the quad. Laughter spilled out of open windows. She flashed back to her own time at college. Could almost smell the beer, sweat and cheap perfume. And under that… A low pulse. Subsonic. Like reality grinding its teeth.
“You feel something, don’t you?” Mark’s voice slid into her ear, through the small device. It was like he was standing right behind her instead of miles away.
Kara didn’t answer immediately. Her eyes narrowed, scanning the campus. Wind pressed her skirt against her thighs, traced the strong line of her legs. She hated that he could probably see all of this from a satellite. The red boots. The cape. The way she crouched down as she did recon. “Yes, something…”
“Ok so, our intel is to check out the Basement of Hollis Hall. Recon shows there’s thermal bloom under ground level.”
“That’s not heat.” Kara murmured as she scanned the area.
She stepped off the tower and dropped, controlled, slow. Air curled around her body. She landed lightly onto the roof of another building and pressed her palm to the roof tiles. Her x-ray vision cut through stone, wiring and old plumbing.
Four students. Two women. Two men. Candles in a circle. Symbols carved into concrete. One of the boys slicing his palm, letting blood drip into a ceramic bowl like he’d seen it in a movie. Kara grimaced. “Well, that’s stupid. Mark, I can see those students, they’re halfway through some kind of ritual.”
“Impeccable timing.” Mark said calmly. Kara silently cursed herself for getting lost and not arriving sooner.
“Ok, I’m going to speak to them. I’ll keep you in my ear. If they use magic to slice me up into a thousand pieces, I want someone listening that might want to put me back together again.”
There was the faintest shift in his breathing at that, amusement in his voice. “Copy that.”
“No point in being subtle.” She slid a skylight window open, floated down and landed in the centre of their circle. The impact cracked the floor and sent candles skittering outward.
The students screamed in surprise. And then they just stared at her.
Up close in the candlelit room. The blue suit clung to her. The S shield rose and fell with her breath. Her hair spilled loose over her shoulders, a golden spill against red and blue. Soot from the descent smudged faintly along her jaw. Her eyes glowed red - not fully - just a warning simmer under the surface.
One of the girls, black lipstick smeared, pupils blown wide, whispered, “Holy shit. It worked.”
One of the guys let out a shaky laugh. “No way. We summoned her.”
Kara folded her arms over her chest. Unimpressed. “You absolutely did not.”
The girl with the lipstick tilted her head, studying Kara like she was a lab specimen. “She’s taller than I thought.”
“Yeah. Not as hot though.” The bleeding boy said, swaying slightly. “Do you think she bleeds like us?”
Kara’s jaw tightened. “Mark.” She said evenly. “They’re idiots. Taking them out.”
“Confirmed.”
But the air changed. It went cold. The carved circle flared violet. Sickly and wet-looking light exploded from it. Kara took a step back despite herself. “What?”
The concrete split down the centre of the circle, but it didn’t crack it unzipped.
A vertical seam of darkness peeled open, slow and deliberate. Wind roared inward, dragging papers, candles and hair. The girl with the lipstick started laughing, high and hysterical. “Do you see that? Do you see-”
“I see it.” Kara snapped.
And she felt it. It wasn’t a creature. It was a presence. An entity. Ancient. Curious. Hungry. It pressed against her mind like cold fingers sliding between thoughts. Her breath hitched.
Mark squawked in her ear. “Supergirl! What’s happening?”
“I don’t know.” She gasped.
The bleeding boy lifted off the ground, spine arching, knife still clutched in his hand. His eyes rolled back, irises flooding black. “Oh my God!” One of the others shouted. “It’s choosing!”
Kara lunged off her feet and grabbed him midair. The instant she crossed the circle, pain detonated through her. Not physical. It was like nothing she’d felt before. Damn magic.
A scream tore out of her before she could stop it. Magic poured over her skin like oil. The symbols on the floor flared and then seemed to echo across her suit, crawling in violet lines over blue fabric, across her crest, down her thighs. She could feel it probing her, tasting her.
“Oh…” The lipstick girl whispered, reverent. “It likes her.”
“S-shut up.” Kara snarled, but her voice shook.
Her muscles locked. The guy convulsed in her arms, until she dropped him, unable to hold him. The seam widened, darkness bulging, something long and wrong beginning to form out of smoke and suggestion.
“Kara.” Mark’s voice was no longer teasing. “Talk to me.”
“It’s in my head.” She gasped. “It’s… inside me…”
Images flooded her mind. Krypton breaking. Earth burning. Herself kneeling. She felt something like hands on her body. Inside her costume. Grabbing and groping her.
“Uhnnn..” More images. Of Kara on her back, naked and willing. A shadowy presence on top of her. “Gah…” She felt something enter her, something slide inside her between her legs. Some kind of entity.
It filled her mind forced intrusive thoughts. Villains from the past dominating her. It twisted her memories. Friends pulling off her costume, sucking on her breasts, snaking hands under her red skirt.
She hated magic.
Something began to levitate her, to violate her under her costume. Kara struggled but let out the tiniest moan, she couldn’t help it, it felt so good, so unexpected. Her body shuddered as it began to betray her. ”Mnnnm… uhh…” She was flooded with desire. Was it hers or an influence of the entity? She bit hard on her lip as another wave of pleasure rocked her senses, hard enough to cause it to bleed. The sensation seemed to snap her out of whatever this was. “Offa me…”
The humiliating feeling that began to engulf her now seemed to spur her into action. Her eyes flared wide open, rage at what had happened now crept in and her heat vision punched down through the floor, not at the thing inside her, but at the gas main beneath the concrete and stone.
For half a second, she could feel that the entity felt surprised.
Then the world became fire. The explosion ripped through Hollis Hall, shattering windows, blowing out walls, hurling smoke and dust and screaming into the night.
Later, the campus crawled with sirens. Students stood wrapped in blankets, eyes wide, faces streaked with soot and tears. Fire crews swarmed the smoking ruin. On a distant rooftop, Kara sat alone, getting her breath back. Her suit was scorched, blue darkened in places, red boots blackened at the edges. Soot streaked her cheek. Her hair tangled around her shoulders.
The tear in reality was gone. The entity was gone. But not defeated. “That wasn’t small scale.”
“No.” Mark replied. His voice had that dangerous edge to it that Kara picked up. “No, I guess it wasn’t.”
She stared down at the ruined hall. She thought about the four students she’d been sent to stop. How lucky they had been to not get totally fried by the fireball, it’s not like she had been able to save them. “Something came through whatever door they opened.”
“And?”
“And it learned I was on the other side.”
Silence stretched between them. “You okay?” He asked. Not teasing now. Measuring.
She swallowed. Her hands were trembling. She flexed her fingers. “It… violated me.” A beat. “And I…” She was going to say she liked it, but bit back the words. Regretted what she had said to the man on the other end of the communicator. Her handler.
Mark clearly didn’t know how to respond to that, followed up awkwardly and professionally. “We’ve had similar incidents. Boston. Austin. Seattle.”
Her eyes sharpened. “This isn’t random?”
“No.”
She exhaled, long and shaky. “I hate magic. You could have mentioned those other incidents.” She glanced down at herself. Scorched. Smudged. Her immaculate costume dirtied. “Listen I’m going to fly home and take a shower. Unless you need me for anything else?”
“No, you go. We’ve picked up the four students. Damn fools better have learnt their lesson.”
“Good.” Kara sighed. “Goodnight Mark.” She turned off the communicator.
She didn’t fly home fast. It was more of a drift. The sky between Opal City and National City feels longer on the way back. Her muscles ached and in the night’s sky she had no sunlight to replenish her.
The wind stung her where the suit was scorched. And she kept replaying it. How quickly everything escalated. The seam in reality splitting. The way it felt inside her head. The images that poured into it. The way her body betrayed her.
This wasn’t her, she told to herself. She was a good girl. A respected and respectable Superhero. Yet the thought of it, the violation. It disgusted her and enticed her in equal measure.
She landed on her balcony. It crossed her mind how much she had appreciated that government cheque. Since the DEO was disbanded, outside of everything else, the loss of income had hit her hard. Her top floor apartment with the balcony, the one she lived alone in, the one in the centre of one of the biggest cities in America, was suddenly something she could barely afford.
The sliding glass door stuck a little when she pushed it open with a tiny jolt of her super strength, careful not to make it worse. She kept meaning to fix that.
Inside, her apartment was quiet. A little bit of a mess. A takeout container from two nights ago still sat in the sink. It was all a little lonely. No Alex on the couch. No J’onn dropping by. No Winn with some new gadget. No Lena. Just her.
She quickly pulled the curtains closed - you never knew who was watching - and finally let her shoulders drop.
The suit felt heavier than usual. The fabric clung in places where soot and sweat had dried. There was dust along her thigh, streaked black against blue.
She looked down and froze.
Near the hem of her skirt, mixed with ash and concrete dust, there was a faint discolouration. Subtle. Easy to miss, which she had earlier.
It wasn’t graphic. It wasn’t dramatic. Just enough to make her stomach twist. The entity, whatever it was… it had turned her on. Enough to leave a stain on her skirt.
Shame spiralled inside her again. Internally she was conflicted, was this all down to the entity that had briefly slid inside her mind and body. Or was this her uninfluenced response, her own loss of control?
She moved to the mirror by the hallway. Studied herself. Soot on her cheek. Hair tangled. Eyes still faintly red around the edges. Not very super right now. She touched her temple where a headache lingered. “It violated me.”
The admission echoed in the quiet apartment. No one was there to react to it. No one to correct her. No one to soften it.
It violated me and I… had enjoyed it. This time just a thought.
She shook the thought from her head. Her phone sat on the kitchen counter. She checked it. No missed calls. No texts.
She stripped the cape off first. Let it fall over a chair. Then the boots, heavy thuds against hardwood. She hesitated before peeling the skirt away, eyes flicking again to the faint stain before she let it drop to the floor and she peeled off the rest of her costume. Stood there in just blue pants and a white sports bra, she folded the whole uniform into a tight bundle.
Laundry. She would deal with it later.
Maybe burn it.
She laughed. Yeah right. And where would she get a replacement? She was down to this one costume, the days of the DEO kitting her out were long gone. It crossed her mind that maybe the FBI could help, but then she thought about Mark studying her measurements and cringed.
Rent was due next week. Her CatCo badge sat on the counter. Her laptop sat open to half-written copy about municipal corruption.
She was invulnerable. She was twenty-five. She lived alone.
She pulled on an old vest top and soft grey sweatpants. She made it halfway to the couch before her legs gave up the argument and she dropped onto it face-first, then rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling.
Her apartment smelled faintly of the nice air fresheners she had plugged in mixed with smoke from the explosion still caught in her hair. She rubbed her face hard with both hands. “Goddamn magic…” The words were thick with disgust.
After a moment, she reached blindly for a throw blanket and dragged it over herself without getting up. A shower would have to wait. Supergirl had saved a campus tonight. Kara Danvers fell asleep on the couch without brushing the soot from her skin.
Part 3: Red in the Desert
Utah.
Red rock. Endless sky. Heat rippled over canyon ridges. A mining operation sat abandoned in the middle of nowhere. Equipment torn apart. Vehicles overturned. Workers missing or chased off.
Two figures stood at the canyon edge at sunrise.
A man and a woman.
Both wore remnants of Kryptonian armour. Their house sigils burned off, capes torn, fabric sun-faded but unmistakably Kryptonian in cut and structure. They held hands as below them, smoke rose from the wreckage.
Mark briefed Kara through the communication device in her ear as she flew through the sky. “Supergirl, the satellite caught the same energy signatures I spoke to you about before. They don’t seem to be in a rush to leave.” A beat. “What’s your current ETA?”
“Coming up. Cut me some slack, I’ve never flown to Utah before.” Kara said. She’d been preparing a CatCo presentation when the call came, making excuses to her boss Andrea Rojas that didn’t go over well. “Five minutes, and I’ll start recon.”
“Ok. You know we wouldn’t have contacted you if it wasn’t important.”
Kara thought about it. Mark had first briefed her about it two weeks before, following the oh so magical adventure she’d had in Opal City. Unknown aliens terrorising workers in Utah. It had only been in his latest message that he had communicated that the FBI believed them to be Kryptonians.
Kryptonians. Kara’s people. And all too often, Kara’s enemies.
The Utah desert was brutal in its openness. The sun beat down relentlessly, not that Kara minded, it kept her strong. She landed in a plume of dust at the canyon rim. Her red boots sank slightly into the sand. She dusted the dirt off of her red skirt.
To her surprise, she saw them immediately. “So much for recon.” They weren’t hiding. They didn’t posture. They just stood and watched her.
The man was tall, broad-shouldered, sun bronzed skin almost glowing under the yellow sun. His eyes were sharp, assessing. The woman stood slightly behind him, but not submissively. Poised. Her dark hair was braided tight. Her expression unreadable. She studied Kara the way a scientist studied a specimen.
Kara’s voice was steady as she walked towards them. “Hi. You’re Kryptonians, right? I’m Supergirl. We need to talk… and hopefully without any punching.”
The man replied. “What do you want?”
Kara smiled, like she was trying to keep things light. “You’ve been hurting people. I’m here to make sure you stop doing that. And to help you relocate. When did you arrive on earth? You’re new here right?”
Mark’s voice hummed low in Kara’s ear. “Careful. Don’t be too naive with these two.” She ignored him.
The man stepped forward slowly. He was very controlled, no hint of aggression - yet. “Yes, we only arrived recently. But long enough to understand the… weaknesses of this planet.”
“Yes, I bet you’re both getting strong from all the sunlight out here. Listen, I know people that can help you. Can help you get used to this place.”
“Become a dog for the humans. I think not.” The woman replied.
“Well… I wouldn’t have put it like that.” Kara’s face twisted, betraying her sensitivity to the insult.
“We didn’t come to Earth to beg.” The man barked.
“What exactly did you come here for?” Kara asked, her tone sharpening.
The woman’s gaze drifted over Kara’s suit. The crest. The cape. “House of El. You wear it like you’re proud of your heritage.”
Kara’s jaw tightened. “I am."
The man laughed softly. “Weak like the rest of her lineage. She serves them.” He said to his partner in the strange Kryptonian language.
Kara answered in the same language. “I protect them.”
Silence. The desert wind cut between them. The woman finally stepped forward too. Now they flanked Kara slightly. Positioning. “You kneel to a weaker species. You let them command you.”
“I choose to work with them.”
“Rao, that’s worse! Tell me, daughter of El. Who will protect you?” The man replied.
A moment later, Kara was flying through the desert, but not of her own volition. The man had gone for her, he was quick, but Kara had been quicker. She had blocked his first blow and sent him sprawling with a stiff kick, unfortunately, she had not blocked the woman’s blow. A right hook had caught Kara flush and sent her flying.
She hit the desert floor and started bouncing, before rolling through the dirt. “Dammit.” They were strong, but not as strong or as powerful as Kara. She had spent years under the Earth’s sun, they had spent weeks at most. Still, on their own she would be able to take them, but against the two of them? That would be more of a challenge.
“Supergirl? Are you ok?” Her communicator came alive with Mark in her ear.
“Just dandy.” She replied pushing herself up. “Are you watching any of this?” She glanced up at the clear sky, assuming there was a satellite capturing the moment.
“I am. They’re heading your way.”
They floated slowly to the desert floor, a few metres away from Kara and began to circle her slowly. “You’re strong. Stronger than we expected.”
The woman smiled. “But alone.”
Mark cut in over the comms device. “Supergirl, maintain distance.”
She didn’t move. One thing was for sure, she wasn’t appreciating having Mark in her ear backseat driving.
“I can hear him you know. In your ear. The little man telling you what to do. I don’t understand it, letting these bugs control you.” He went for her again, reached toward her cape. Kara grabbed his wrist midair and the ground fractured beneath them with a sonic boom.
The woman moved instantly and heat vision lanced across Kara’s shoulder from the side, forcing her to release him. “Ahh!”From there, it was brutal. They knew how to fight as a pair. Less powerful than Kara, sure, but these were battle hardened fighters a good couple of decades older than her. They were cold, calculated fighters.
One distracted. One struck. They moved in a rhythm practiced from their years together. They didn’t overpower her individually, but together they controlled the pace.
Kara blocked the man’s punch, only to take a bone-rattling kick from the woman that sent her through a sandstone wall.
Rock collapsed around her and she exploded back out. Dust everywhere. The red canyon became a war zone.
The woman took hold of Kara’s cape, not giving her a chance to recover, throwing her overhead and piledriving her through the desert floor. The communicator in Kara’s ear went flying and for a moment Kara thought she might black out.
“NNNGHH!” Kara forced herself back up, striking the woman, sending her flying before dodging a burst of heat vision from the man, firing back with her super breath to send him backwards. Ice painting the desert floor, before instantly melting in the heat. But they managed to force her backward. Into narrow canyon corridors. Into blind angles.
The woman grabbed her from behind, arms locking around Kara’s torso, pinning her arms for half a second. The man stepped close - too close. “You don’t have to be their pet.” He murmured, inches from her face, tongue out. “Why not be ours instead?”
She headbutted him hard enough to crack bone.
The woman slammed her into canyon stone. Drove her into the dirt. For a moment, she was on her back in the red sand, both of them standing over her.
The man smirked. “What do you think of her?”
The woman replied, licking her lips, tasting blood, her eyes exploring Kara’s body “She’s could have her uses. She would be a strong mate. She has spirit.”
Kara began to push herself back up. “Oh, you’ve barely seen me get started.” She slammed her arms into the canyon walls around them and an avalanche of rock crashed down onto the three of them.
When Kara pulled herself free, they were gone. She wiped a trickle of blood of her chin and tried to dust herself off. Her costume was covered in sand and dirt. She found the communicator after a few minutes of searching, her head throbbed making using her super vision difficult. At least the sun continued to beat down, powering her up.
“Ok, round one was a draw.” She said fixing the comms device back into her ear. “Any ideas where these two went.”
“Glad you’re still standing.” Came the reply. “They seem to have settled further down the canyon, I’m tracking their power signatures.”
Kara flew as Mark directed, until she ended up at the entrance of a cave. “Great, let me guess. They’re down there.” Kara stared down into the dark, her super vision illuminating much of it but not providing a clear picture of where the two had disappeared to.
Mark’s voice crackled in her ear. “Their signatures are inside, but the signal is weak. That cavern system runs miles under the canyon. Be careful.”
Kara flexed her fingers. The ache in her ribs had faded under the steady burn of Earth’s sun. “Sure, because I have a reputation of being so reckless.”
She stepped inside. The temperature dropped immediately. The desert heat vanished, replaced by cool stone and stale air. Her boots echoed softly against rock. The further she walked, the narrower it became.
Sunlight faded behind her.
Kara’s eyes adjusted easily, x-ray vision flaring instinctively. She scanned ahead.
Nothing. That was wrong. Parts of the cave she couldn’t see past, suggesting lead or something else. The crackle in her ear was getting more muffled the further down she went too. “Sup-irl can y- -ear me?” Came the broken communication.
“Yeah. Just about.” Kara said softly. She didn’t like this.
The cave walls began to change texture. Less natural. Alien. Kryptonian. Her stomach tightened. White crystalline structures jutted from the rock, like she was back at Kal’s Fortress of Solitude. Not fully formed tech, but fragments that seemed salvaged somehow.
Without warning, the floor dropped. It caught Kara by surprise and she fell thirty feet into a cavern chamber and landed hard, her impact cracked stone.
She stood instantly, scanning-
But it was too late.
The woman hit her first. A sonic boom exploded in the enclosed space as a fist drove into Kara’s jaw, snapping her head sideways. Before she could retaliate, the man slammed into her back, driving her forward into a stone pillar that shattered on impact.
Kara swung blindly, catching the man across the ribs and hurling him across the cavern. He smashed into a wall, but didn’t stay down.
The woman darted in again, but this time her strike wasn’t aimed at Kara’s head. It struck her solar plexus.
And Kara felt it. Not just the impact but the force behind it.
She staggered backwards.
The man reappeared at her flank and clapped his hands against her ears. The concussive blast in the enclosed cavern disoriented her instantly. Sound ricocheted off the walls, multiplying, vibrating through her skull.
She cried out, dropping to one knee.
Her communicator fell to the floor. As her ears rang she missed Mark calling out for her, the message breaking up worse than before. “Sup- -rl, Ca- -ou -ear me? SUP- -RL!?
“Little man still talking.” The male Kryptonian said calmly, stepping closer and grabbing Kara by the throat, smashing her against the cavern walls, choking her. “Still telling you what to do.”
“Ahck.” Kara choked out.
“Not for long.” The woman brought her boot down on the communicator, crushing it.
Kara managed to smack the man’s arm away and then tackled him through a crystalline outcrop, slamming him into the cavern floor hard enough to crater it.
For a moment, she was on top. For a moment.
The woman’s heat vision lanced from the darkness - not at Kara’s body - but at the crystal formations embedded in the walls.
They ignited. A low red glow began spreading through the cavern.
Kara froze.
Suddenly the crystalline walls seemed to explode, hitting Kara with the full force of the woman’s heat vision but somehow times ten the impact.
She collapsed, her costume still smoking form the impact. She tried to push herself up, but the man was back up and drove his knee into her spine.
The strength drained from her limbs like someone had cut the strings holding her upright.
The woman grabbed Kara’s hair and yanked her up, spinning and slamming her face-first into the cavern wall. Stone cracked. Kara’s vision blurred.
She kept slamming Kara’s head until long after she was unconscious.
“Oh look, she’s waking up.”
“Uhhh… w-what?”
“Perhaps some introductions are in order.”
Kara opened her eyes, her head spinning. In the dark of the cave, the crystalline structures surrounding the walls glowed brightly, illuminating things. She tried to move her arms and quickly realised she was bound, hanging from her wrists. She tried to break free but couldn’t find the strength.
“Save your strength, you’re going to need it.” The man laughed.
“We gave you quite the beating, I’m sure if you were back in the sun you’d be back fighting, but-“ The woman motioned around her. “There is no sunlight here. And your wrists have been tied with crystalline. Very hard to break, even at full power.”
“W-who are you?” Kara asked, looking down, realising her boots were a few inches off the ground.
“General Varek Tharos. I kept Krypton safe for decades, until your damned House of El sent me to the Phantom Zone.”
“Syla Vorn. Would you believe the General and I weren’t that close until I was unfairly sent to that hellhole along with him.”
“When the Phantom Zone fractured, a decommissioned military vault phased through with us, we stepped through the breach and took what Krypton left behind.”
“Armour shards, kinetic crystals… enough to remind this planet that we were soldiers long before we were prisoners. It took us eons to escape. And then we ended up in another hellhole-“
“Utah.”
“But until today-” Syla took a few steps closer to Kara, hanging there helpless and stroked the back of her hand against Kara’s cheek. “-we had not realised our true purpose.”
“And whats that?” Kara spat, trying to pull her face away from the hand that now stroked her sweat and dirt sodden blonde hair.
“Oh, we needed a vessel to conquer the planet with, of course. We beat you, scare the people with what we’ve done to you, use you as a bargaining chip and of course the General will use you to repopulate our superior race.” Her hand slipped down Kara’s body, over her breast and abs until it reached the waistband of her red skirt.
“You must be joking. Take your hands off me!” Kara responded. Her eyes glowed red and she was able to summon enough power to blast the woman backwards away from her.
The woman stayed standing though, a delicious smile appearing on her face. “You’ve bathed in this sun for years, you’ve become soft. Just like the rest of your damned house. You’re like a dog, serving these ants.”
The man’s fist slammed into Kara’s ribs out of nowhere. Something cracked. “Ahh!”
The woman swung a powerful kick into the other side and Kara cried out in pain again. “We can see you need some re-education. General?”
He hit her again in the gut and again, then slapped her face hard. “Remove the crest of El, I’m tired of looking at it.”
Syla untied Kara’s wrists and she collapsed to the floor, trying to catch her breath. As the General watched, the woman tore Kara’s cape from her back and tossed it callously to the floor. Then the costume was peeled off, pulled down over both shoulders and revealing the white sports bra underneath. That was quickly torn away, exposing Kara’s breasts to the strange cold of the cave.
“N-no..” Kara gasped, earning her another stiff kick.
“Yes.” Syla replied coldly, crouching down and pulling Kara to a sitting up position. The woman began to grab and grope Kara’s tits, pinching and teasing her nipples. Meanwhile the General kicked her feet out wide.
Kara struggled as one of the woman’s hands slid down her body, over her abs to the waistband of her red skirt, snaking inside. “No… you can’t…” She gasped as it slid inside her panties and instantly went to work. She spread Kara’s pussy and quickly found her clit, pinching it, then rubbing and tease it.
The General for his part was taking off his clothes, and soon stood naked in front of her. His cock massive and erect.
Kara opened her mouth to say something, but a low moan is all that escaped her lips. Her body betrayed her as the woman holding her expertly teased her. “See, it’s not so bad, is it?”
Kara didn’t get a chance to answer. The General grabbed her dirty blonde hair, pulled her head closer and forced the massive shaft of his cock inside her mouth. Kara’s eyes widened with shock as he pushed it deep into her, hitting the back of her throat and making her gag.
And for the next while that’s how it went. The General slowly, methodically, facefucked the Girl of Steel, whilst the woman edged her. Kara’s moans muffled by the huge cock in her mouth.
When he pulled out, Kara’s head dipped, drool ad spit rolling down her chin and dripping onto her pale tits. “Oh… oh God…” She moaned, her face and chest red. “Oh… Ahhh… fff…”
“I think she’s enjoying this.” The woman laughed. The General merely grunted.
“Oh please…” Kara gasped. Please what Kara? Stop? Continue? It seemed to be the latter as a huge orgasm started to explode through her body, she shook and her legs seemed to convulse as it took hold. “Mmmmphh.. oh G-god… n-no… Ugh.. NNMM… UGGHHH….”
At the same time, the General jerked himself off not needing many stroked before he exploded his seed over Kara’s pretty face and tits. Soaking her in it.
“AHHH…ahh… God… G-gosh…” Kara moaned quietly, as the woman finally stopped what she was doing between her legs and Kara collapsed onto the dirty ground, body still shaking. Where she had been sitting, a wet spot appeared, Kara’s skirt was stained too. She had leaked everywhere.
The woman stood up, tasting her finger in her mouth. “My, my, I thought it would take longer to break you. You’re just RIPE for the plucking aren’t you.”
Kara’s head was clearing following the mix of their assault and the incredible pleasure. She didn’t look up at her, simply felt the ejaculation that was dripping down her face and body and felt disgusted. With the situation and with herself.
Her side still ached.
The woman stepped back towards her, and now a boot pressed against Kara’s throat. Just enough to pin her to the ground. “Supergirl? You’re just a girl now.”
Her laughter filled the cavern.
Kara woke up with a jolt, her body aching. Laying on the dirty ground, she felt herself shiver, they had callously thrown her cape at her and told her to clean herself up. Now she pulled it over herself to try and warm up, noticing the mix of dirt and cum that stained it. It was dark, the only light was low, reflecting off of the crystalline walls.
Well, not the only light.
Kara looked around and could see a small beam of it coming from above. It was a cavernous space, huge. There was no way she’d be able to climb up to the hole… but fly up?
She tested herself, grabbing a rock from next to her. She squeezed it. “Come on…” It took a moment, it hurt but soon it shattered in her hand. She was weak, but not powerless. If she could just get up there…. She would need to recharge, even just a little, get out into the desert sun and then it would be a fair fight again.
“You’re awake.” Kara’s thought process was interrupted. The woman, Syla was back. Kara instantly drew the cape up to hide her breasts. “No need to hide, I’ve seen it all already. You’re really not that impressive.” She smiled as she slowly circled Kara. “The General has many plans for you. He’s resting right now, but when he awakes, he wants to get to the business of mating with you. He’s a strong man. But not necessarily the most fun man. All business. Myself on the other hand… I can help make your time with us less… challenging.”
She crouched down now, in front of Kara and swept her dirty blonde hair out of her face, stroking her cheek. “You liked how I touched you earlier didn’t you?”Kara’s face didn’t change, a sprinkling of fear in her eyes, mixed with something else. Something more calculated. “I… y-yes…”
The woman smiled. “That’s what I thought.” She stood up and began to peel off her own costume, letting the pieces fall to the floor. Her incredible naked body, muscle and beauty combined on show and soon loomed over Kara. “The General will know of course, but as long as I don’t get in his way, he won’t mind. Perhaps in time, when he done with you, you will become my property instead.”
Kara processed the words and didn’t like it. A defiant part of her wanted to fight back immediately, but something more strategic kicked in. Though this was going to be something not found in any DEO manual.
“I… I would like that…” Kara whispered, pulling herself up, dropping her cape. Her red skirt was still on and the rest of her costume bunched around her waist having being yanked down. She pulled herself to her knees in front of the woman. “I may need you to… uh… guide me…”
“Oh don’t worry, I have lots of experience. Let me help you.” One hand slid between her legs and spread her pussy. The other took hold of Kara’s hair and pulled her close, not cruelly but also not gently.
Kara’s tongue went to work as she began to eat the woman out. Licking and sucking on her clit, her juices running down Kara’s chin, her taste exciting her. Kara had decided to use this moment as a distraction, but in truth was distracted herself. Her nipples hardened and for a short moment she was locked in, with one purpose.
“Yes, like that… Mmm… Yes…” The woman moaned, pushing Kara’s head closer to her now aching cunt.
Kara’s tongue began to lick faster, a burst of super speed. If the woman had been thinking straight she might have realised it was a sign that Kara was far from defeated, that she still had some power. But in the moment she didn’t care. Her fingers dug into Kara’s scalp as she felt a climax rising up inside her. “MMMPH… UGHH…”
The orgasm rocked her and Kara felt her knees go weak. She didn’t stop licking, didn’t stop until the woman’s legs finally gave out. She seemed to lose control of her powers for a moment, firing a blast of heat vision down the cavern.
As she slid to her ass, Kara knew this was her moment.
She pushed the woman backwards, who on unstable legs tripped backwards. Her body screamed at her, but Kara pushed herself up and was shakily in the air, wiping her chin.
She flew as well as she could up the cavern, towards the light, towards freedom and a power recharge.
Before she got there though, HE was there.
“My, my, Syla always lets her desires complicate things. Be a good girl and go back down there. I don’t want to hurt you before the mating begins.” The General hovered between her and the light, agonisingly metres from it.
“Get out of my way Tharos.” Kara spat, voice full of emotion as it cracked. She floated, topless and exhausted. Even though she was floating, she looked like a strong breeze might knock her down. Still, her eyes began to glow red. “I won’t tell you again.”
“This is pathetic. The pain you are about to experience will be nothing like you thought possible, Daughter of El.”
She fired, he quickly dodged the blast. “Missed.”
“I wasn’t aiming for you, dickhead.” Kara spat as she used the last of her powers to fly at him with super speed. Her heat vision had hit the ceiling above them, caused it to cave in and now as she speared him and flew, they went out of the gaping hole in the earth and out into the desert sun.
They crashed to the ground, but with even that small amount of recharge, Kara was back on her feet. The General seemed confused about what had happened, and Kara didn’t give him a moment to get his bearings. She launch an attack that instantly had him reeling.
“Two on one, you guys had the advantage. But one on one, you’re out of your league General.” That just pissed him off and he swung wildly. Kara skilfully dodged every blow, before catching him with a right hook that sent teeth flying and knocked him out to the floor.
She took a second to catch her breath, bent over, hands on her knees. She felt her body repairing itself, the injured rib and exhaustion gone. As she pulled the torso of her costume back up, the S shield proudly back where it should be, she heard Syla smash through the ground behind her. “General!”
Kara smirked. “I kicked his ass. Think you’re going to have more luck in a fair fight?”
She tried, but Kara was ready for her. The woman seemed a step slower than before, perhaps an after effect of the post orgasmic chill.
She fought more desperately and thus more sloppily. Gone was the cold and calculated, strategic fighting style. This time when she caught Kara with a lucky shot, Kara was able to roll with it. She caught the woman in a choke and they both went down to the desert ground. Kara locked it in, tighter and tighter until the struggling finally stopped.
She pushed the woman off her and lay there for a moment. She could hear she was still breathing, so that was good. She thought about the events of this encounter for a moment and muttered. “Why is every Kryptonian I meet a friggin’ psycho?”
She pushed herself up, the General trying to push himself up to. Kara stalked him. “Please, daughter of El. Perhaps we were too hasty.”
She didn’t say anything, coldly bringing her boot down and knocking him out. She’d offered empathy and the chance to talk. They had responded with violence and assault. It was the least he deserved.
She had been able to repair the communicator enough to contact Mark, arrange a pickup of the two Kryptonians she had contained in a similar way to how they had trapped her. She would meet Mark later for a debriefing and she was wondering how much of it she should tell him about.
As she undressed back at her apartment, she studied the filth on her costume. Sand and dirt that would likely be inescapable in her home for the next few weeks and all sorts of stains on her costume. She lingered on the ejaculation stains that were soaked into her cape. The disrespect washed over her with a deep sense of shame that she’d let that happen.
Thank God it had all happened underground, away from satellites capturing every moment.
She told herself she’d won. That was the headline version. She had walked into the desert, faced two Kryptonian soldiers who were hurting people and walked out with them in chains. That should have been enough. But victory felt thin tonight.
Every time she closed her eyes she felt hands on her again.
After a long shower, were she had scrubbed herself long and hard, she sat and wrapped her arms around herself on the couch and processed her thoughts. Anger, yes. Shame, definitely. But underneath that, something more destabilising. The knowledge that parts of her had responded in ways she couldn’t fully separate from survival.
She had outplayed them, sure. She had endured. But the experience had shaken her.
She shoved her costume in the laundry and sat down on the sofa, flicking on the TV, the news coming on. “-and the President continued his controversial reform in Metropolis-“ She clicked it off.
One thought swirled in her head as she drifted off on the couch, an uneasy sleep led by exhaustion. Things had been a lot simpler in the old days.
As Kara slept, Mark reviewed the footage. The Kryptonians were under lock and key. For such a powerful race, they were surprisingly easy to bring to heel.
The kryptonite had seen to that.
Not to mention the bonus of all the tech and Kryptonian crystalline they had found in that cave. The guys on the research team had gone crazy when they were shown it.
He restarted the footage. Supergirl had arrived. Fought them. Taken some impressive blows. Dealt out her own. Disappeared into the cave for hours, with no comms and no way to know what had happened until she had flown out of the ground.
He reviewed the footage, going back and forth. It was a little blurry. Even the best satellite cameras in the world weren’t perfect. But she was clearly topless in the footage. What had gone on down there?
He ran the footage back and forth. She had won handily, when she was locked in it was almost frightening how good she was. But, what happened for those hours in the cave? He had an idea. One that intrigued him beyond just the professional.
He suspected that as powerful and good at this as she was, that Supergirl had more vulnerability than even the detailed FBI profile sat on his desk had suggested.
There was much more to learn about her.
This thought kept him up long into the night.
To be continued….