Flying high above "The City", Supergirl was making her daily sweep to check on criminal activity. Crime had been relatively quiet lately, especially since the appearance of that big guy in the blue suit who jumped from building to building while his moth-suited sidekick flew alongside. What was his name? He had come on so recently, Supergirl couldn't remember what he went by. Point was, he did help out, but it came at a price. Every night, Supergirl could trace the path he had taken by seeing the damaged rooftops and cracked walkways. It was almost getting to the point where it would be her job and the job of the other superheroes to clean up after this guy. Ah, well, at least that was the easier job of the two. Supergirl would much rather perform cleanup duty and public relations than fight some new maniac with delusions of world conquest. The only thing nagging the back of her mind was the disappearance of Wonder Woman and Batgirl. Their last messages both said they were going after Catwoman, and neither had been heard from since. It was not all that unusual for a hero or heroine to go 'undercover' for a while to bring a villain down, but their messages had said nothing of that.
So here she was, cruising the skies while using her x-ray vision to scan the area for her friends. Her effectiveness was severely hampered by the presence of lead in almost every building, but at least she was able to verify a few areas where the heroines were not.
A sudden ringing in her ear jolted Supergirl from her casual flying and made her pause in midair. "Supergirl," spoke a female voice. Kara was unsure where the words had been spoken from, but was definite that her name had been spoken. "With Superman gone from the city, there is only one creature with less than four legs that can hear this message, and that's you Supergirl." Ah, an ultra-high frequency message that only her ears could hear. "I have important news for you, Supergirl."
"Who are you? Where are you?", Supergirl said outloud, even though she knew the sender could not possibly hear her.
"I am a friend. I want to help you. I know what has happened to your friends, Batgirl and Wonder Woman."
"Where are you," Supergirl said again.
"Come to the nightclub "Untamed Desires" tonight, Kara, and I will find you."
Supergirl did not recognize the mysterious voice, but was sure that if whoever it was knew her real name, then she must be a friend. After pausing for a moment longer, Supergirl flew off towards her apartment. It would be a little while before the local nightclubs opened for business, but she needed to take care of some business. After all, if it were a trap, she at least wanted to be able to blend into the crowd as Linda Danvers.
A short distance away, Poison Ivy and the Countess looked out the window of a hotel suite. They had set up the UHF transmitter in the room to send the message and had also lined the room with a thin layer of lead to prevent discovery. Both women were dressed in conservative attire to mask their identities and get into the room, and were both now glad to see that their efforts had paid off. Poison Ivy set down the microphone and smiled wickedly as she watched Supergirl fly off into the sunset. "Soon, my dear," said Poison Ivy as she stuck her fingers down into the Countess' dress and into her thong, "soon she will be one of us. Have you made the arrangements?"
The Countess rolled her eyes at Poison Ivy's touch and responded back. "Everything has been prepared. All of the equipment is in place, and the entire staff at the nightclub has been converted to our cause."
In a few hours, Supergirl would no longer be a threat.
Later on that night, Linda Danvers casually walked down the street to the nightclub she had been told to go to. She had not had any clothes that would have allowed her to fit in with the club crowd, so she had spent the last two hours doing some quick shopping at a local 'adult store'. The real trick had been getting clothes to help her fit the part but which she could also hide her superhero costume under. She now wore knee-high black vinyl boots, and a tight leather mini-skirt. Linda had not been able to find any top that would have fit her costume under it, so had had to settle for a jacket which cover her heroine outfit. In addition, to help her blend in she had frizzed up her hair slightly to make it bigger than she normally kelp it.
Walking to the club now, she thought there was no way anyone but a close friend would be able to recognize her. Having looking into the mirror before she left, she had barely been able to recognize herself. With her outfit and heavy eye makeup, she looked totally foreign to the Linda Danvers that everyone knew.
As she got into line, she noticed three pretty girls going in with their dates as a couple guys left the club. The bouncers at the front door were two big guys who looked tough enough, but Linda was sure she would have absolutely no problem with them if things went bad inside.
One of the bouncer held his hand up to his ear like he was listening to an earphone, then looked over at Linda. He approached her, "You Linda, Linda Danvers?"
Linda was amazed that anyone had been able to recognize her, especially in this light and with all the makeup she had on.
"Yes, that's me," she replied
"Go right on in, you're expected"
Instantly Supergirl's suspicions were raised. She was sure she didn't know the owner or manager of the club, but she figured they were the only two that could have been on the other end of that earphone. Cautiously, she entered the club.
Inside, she saw a large a dance floor with guests moving to a heavy dance beat. In a few places there were raised dance platforms where paid dancers enticed the crowd to join in the action. One corner of the floor had a bar, and she saw the one-way glass from which the owner and management must watch the action. She tried using her x-ray vision to see into the room beyond, but could not. "Damn," she thought, "how is anyone going to find me in all this? At least I look the part." Indeed, as Linda walked down the steps to the dance floor, she did blend right in. Folks were dressed in all sorts of outlandish attire meant to show off their bodies, as they grooved to the beat.
Alcohol didn't affect her kryptonian metabolism so Linda figured she would begin the evening at the bar. At least if she anchored herself to one spot, she would be easier to find by whomever was looking for her.
As she went across the floor, Linda could not help but move to the beat a little bit. A couple of times a group tried to bring her into their dance group, but she politely backed off. When Linda got to the bar, she ordered a bloody mary from the well-endowed woman bartender as she turned her back to watch the crowd. Unfortunately, when she turned around, she didn't see the woman drop some kryptonite dust along with other chemicals into her drink.
Soon, Linda relaxed a little while she sipped her drink. As a matter of fact, she found herself relaxing a little too much. A few times she had to catch herself from swaying to the music too much and loosing her train of thought, as she began to wonder if maybe her body really might be affected by alcohol.
"Hello"
Linda was almost startled by the voice next to her. She turned to see a startlingly beautiful, tall brunette. She wore ankle-high white boots, tight red shorts and a red halter top. "Umm....hello...," Linda managed to say back. She could not believe how pretty this woman was.
The brunette moved closed to Linda. "My name is Ursula. What's yours?"
"L-L-Linda", Supergirl said back. Her head was indeed spinning slightly, something she had never experienced before. Supergirl knew that something was wrong here, but couldn't figure out what.
Ursula looked at Linda's empty glass, then into her eyes. "Can I buy you a drink?"
Supergirl just stared back into her eyes. Ursula had wonderful, deep, hypnotic eyes. The back of her mind now knew something was really wrong here, but could not command her body to do anything about it.
"Yesss.......Bloooody.....Maaary.....", she droned back.
Ursula reached over, the new drink having already been prepared for her prey, never breaking eye contact with the young woman she had before her. She brought the glass up to Supergirl's lips and suggested, "Drink up, my sweet." Slowly, hypnotically, Linda took the glass and began drinking it down, but never breaking contact with those lovely eyes.
When Linda finished the drink, Ursula said, "There, that was good, wasn't it? Wouldn't you like to dance?" Supergirl just stared into Ursula's eyes as she was led into the middle of the dance floor. When they got there, she music had changed to a slow, rhythmic, erotic beat. Ursula began the dance by moving up close to Linda, swaying her hips back and forth and she rubbed her breasts against Linda's jacket, then reaching down and running her fingers up her legs. It wasn't long before Supergirl was totally entranced by Ursula, and moved her body in sync with the music, running her hands through the woman's thick hair and down her back.
For ten minutes Linda Danvers danced, spellbound with Ursula. If she had looked up, she would have seen Poison Ivy at the top dance tower, spreading her pheromones through the crowd. If she had paid attention, she would have noticed that the lights put on an entrancing light show. If she had listened carefully, she would have heard the hypnotic message running through the music. And if she had looked around, she would have noticed that all the men had left the club. But Supergirl was blind to all of these things, her full attention now on her dance partner.
When the music ended, Supergirl's arms were wrapped around her dance partner and their faces were only inches apart. "Ladies," a voice said above her head. Ursula looked up at the voice, and Supergirl's eyes also drifted upwards toward the sound. She saw the villainness Poison Ivy standing atop a dance platform "Enjoy yourselves."
With those words, all of the women in the club began to run up against each other, exploring each other's bodies with their fingers and tongues. Ursula leaned in and kissed Supergirl on the lips. Supergirl returned the kiss, and for a moment their tongues moved around each other, until Ursula attempted to undo her jacket.
Although the heroine's resistance had been reduced by the drink and her mind hypnotized by the lights, she still had a deep-rooted desire to conceal her secret identity. She couldn't quite remember why it mattered, but Kara knew that if she took her jacket off, she would reveal her true identity. "Come, my dear, let's take that jacket off," said Ursula. The way she said it made Supergirl want to comply, but she knew there was a reason why she couldn't.
"N-N-No......C-C-C-Can't....."
The orgy of lovemaking between the women in the club continued, but everyone seemed to back away from Ursula and Linda. "Why can't you," asked Ursula as she backed away from Kara. "Don't you want to?" It was true, Supergirl did want to. She wanted to very much. Supergirl just stood there in the middle of the floor as her mind wrestled with the wonderful sensations assaulting it. She had to keep her jacket on, but she also wanted to please Ursula. She wanted to please her in any way she asked.
A few feet from the heroine, Ursula grinned evilly as everything was coming together. She began twirling in place and in a moment there was a flash of light. 'Ursula' was gone, replaced by The Countess. She stared deeply into Supergirl's eyes as she again approached the young woman.
"Why don't you take your jacket off. Reveal yourself to 'the Countess'." Supergirl's will was almost completely robbed from her as she stared into the Countess' orbs. The Countess took a deep puff from her cigarette holder and blew smoke into Kara's face as she repeated, "reveal yourself."
Smelling the intoxicating smoke, Supergirl took one deep breath, as things seemed to become clearer again. Yes, she needed to reveal herself to the Countess, and do anything else she desired. Kara unzipped and removed her jacket, showing off her superheroine identity. The Countess continued, "Now the rest of your disguise." Supergirl was only too willing to take off all of her disguise clothing, and in a moment the heroine stood her normal self in front of the villainess. Her erect nipples were clearly visible through the fabric of her outfit.
"Now then, my dear," the Countess said as she offered her holder to the kryptonian, "would you smoke from this please." Supergirl accepted, and within a few puffs, was an expert smoker. When she gave the cigarette holder back to the Countess, her eyes were glazed over almost clear-white. Her mind was totally open to all the Countess had to say. "Now that your secret identity has been revealed, I don't suppose you can be Supergirl anymore, can you?" The Countess continued to blow smoke at Supergirl, removing all hopes of resistance.
Of course she couldn't, she her enslaved mind thought, she could not be Supergirl now.
"Wouldn't you like to join us, Supergirl? Yes, I think you would like to join us. You want to join us. You will join us and become an evil villainess." As soon as the words came out of the Countess' mouth, they seemed like the best idea on the world to Supergirl. "Doesn't that sound nice, Sexygirl?"
"Wonderful....", she said back with an evil smile forming on her lips
"You are now the villainness named Sexygirl. You are a member of our evil cult, and will forever remain committed to our cause. Do you understand, Sexygirl?"
The new villainness eagerly took in all the Countess told her. "Yes, I understand."
The Countess began massaging one of Sexygirl's breasts as the two women locked in a passionate kiss. Before the end of the night, Supergirl's transformation into Sexygirl was complete as the Countess and Poison Ivy introduced her to the joys of girl/girl sex. Sexygirl would relish her new role as a sexy villainness who would use her new powers to seduce and alter women to join her cause.