Disclaimer: I do not own Supergirl or any associated characters. I am not profiting from the posting of this story.

Chapter 1

Kara walked into the offices of Catco at seven fifty a.m. for the weekly staff strategy meeting. Lena’s office, once occupied by the indomitable Cat Grant, was empty. The Luther heiress was running late. There was time to get a muffin before the meeting began. Kara had skipped breakfast. She’d slept in, but she'd rather go about her day on an empty stomach than be late. It seemed her coworkers didn’t share her commitment to perfection.

James was in the kitchen fixing himself a coffee without cream. Kara admired his broad shoulders and thought Lena was a lucky woman. James turned around.

“Good morning Kara,” he said.

He hadn’t even flirted with her since getting involved with the boss. He was a good friend, and maybe he was man enough for Lena, but Kara was still a little disappointed.

“Hey.”

Kara plucked a lemon poppyseed muffin off the glass serving tray and pulled a piece free before popping it in her mouth.

“We’ve got a new staff member,” James said.

“Oh?”

“Try to keep your cool okay?”

Kara slowed her chewing. James looked nervous. God, he was such a softie sometimes. Lucky for him, he was pretty.

“What? Why would I need to keep my cool?”

“Well,” James said. “The new guy is - he’s a change of pace for Catco. Let’s just say that.”

Kara rolled her eyes and plopped another piece of muffin into her mouth. “Change of pace? How?”

“He’s -“ James cut off. The rest of the staff were gathering in Lena’s office. The head honcho herself was trailed by a tall man dressed in a dark suit. “You’ll see.”

Kara left half of the muffin in the kitchen, wiped her hands on her pale blue pencil skirt, and followed James into the meeting. The Catco staff gathered in a sporadic standing position around the couches and leather armchairs. The newcomer stood at Lena’s side.

He was tall, taller than James even, and had a thin, tautly muscled frame that looked good in his dark suit. His eyes were dark brown and striking, they burned with intensity when Kara met his gaze. The new guy studied her like an interesting piece of art, lingering on her legs, her breasts, and then settling on her face. She narrowed her eyes, having caught him groping her with his eyes, but he just cracked a little smile. Kara blushed and studied a patch of carpet, breaking the eye contact.

“Welcome,” Lena said. “Apologies for being late. I was taking our newest staff member out for breakfast. We’re very lucky to have him. Everyone, meet Rick Gates, you’ve probably heard of him.”

The other staff members started murmuring to each other and James fixed Kara with a meaningful gaze. She didn’t recognize the name but everyone else seemed to. Who was this guy?

One of the junior reporters, a girl with a black ponytail, raised her hand.

“Yes,” Lena said.

“Don’t you think the reputation of Catco will take a hit if we employ someone like him?”

Lena opened her mouth to respond but Rick laughed and the boss deferred to him with a wave of her hand.

“Why don’t you take this one Rick?”

He stepped forward, eyes fixed intently on the junior reporter, and Kara’s breath caught in her chest. This was gravitas. The man had the presence of a stage actor, his charisma was palpable, and if she could describe him in one word it would be commanding.

“I’m bringing a level of objectivity to this media enterprise that has been sorely lacking. We’re in the business of news entertainment, and the word orbiting the blogosphere is that Catco is the Supergirl fan club. My work will level the playing field.”

His voice was like bass honey, it rolled and dipped at perfect inflections. What did he mean about Supergirl?

“Supergirl fan club?” Kara said. She heard her voice rising. “Supergirl needs someone to speak up for her, and the other media outlets won’t do a thing.”

“My arrival doesn’t mean we’re going to stop advocating for Supergirl,” Rick said. “It just means we’re going to publish both sides of the coin.”

Rick’s eyes lingered on Kara and she wanted to step back from him. This was so ridiculous, she was Supergirl for heaven’s sake, why was she intimidated by him?

“I tend to agree,” Lena said. “We have been one-sided in our Supergirl features. I believe Rick’s work will lend any pro-Supergirl pieces we publish the true air of objectivity. If we’re willing to criticize, the general population will see the praise we do give as more genuine.”

Kara fumed silently, glaring at Rick, and he met her gaze, apparently unfazed by her disapproval. His eyes worked up and down her body once more. What a pig. It was challenging for her to keep her mouth shut, she wanted to lambast the man in front of everyone but now was not the time.

After the morning meeting, Kara went to her desk. First, she searched for Rick Gates Supergirl articles on Google. The first article made her squeeze the desk, and she had to let up for fear of cracking the glass. The article was titled Supergirl or Supergoof? and pointed out every mistake she had ever made in National City. It presented a body count on account of her mistakes and even blamed her for deaths where she hadn’t been present. She could have done something, he argued. Supergirl should have saved them.

“Hey,” a voice drew Kara’s eyes from her computer. Rick stood above her, a towering figure, and looked down at her with an annoying level of superiority.

“What?” Kara said. She slammed her laptop shut, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing she’d been looking him up.

“Listen, I know you’re a big Supergirl advocate, and that you must know her in some way. After all, you’ve got the inside scoop on the Girl of Steel.”

“Damn right,” Kara said. “And if you think I’m going to sit here quietly while you drag her through the mud, you’re wrong.”

Rick shrugged. “I understand. You think I’m wrong, that Supergirl can do no wrong, and that’s fair. She is Supergirl, after all. You’re allowed to have your feelings, but I’m really not a bad person. I write what I write because I expect more of her. No, I demand it, she’s super and she should act like it.”

Kara almost threw her mouse at him. She pulled it into her lap instead and then it crunched as she squeezed, falling to pieces her hand. Blushing, she hid it in one of her desk drawers.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine,” Kara snapped. “Leave me alone, got it?”

“Okay,” Rick said. He didn’t seem angry, or even upset at her venomous demeanor, which just made Kara angrier. The damned man walked to his desk, across the office, as nonchalant as can be.

“Jerk,” Kara muttered under her breath.

James gave her an encouraging smile from across the office but Kara wasn’t having it. Her day was ruined.



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Kara answered the door and sighed in relief when she saw Alex.

“Thank God,” Kara said. She wrapped her arms around her sister. “Oh and you brought the ice cream, you’re a lifesaver.”

“What’s up Kara?” Alex said. “Tough day at work?”

Kara wasted no time opening the ice cream and attacking it with a spoon. They sat on the couch, Alex’s arm wrapped around her shoulders, and she finally felt safe. She used to feel safe at Catco, but now there was a jerk there. She told Alex all about the new guy, Rick Gates, and Alex listened obligingly.

“Why are you letting this get to you?” Alex asked when she finished explaining. “You don’t have to answer to him.”

“He’s just - what does he expect? How dare he blame me for all those people’s deaths.” The spoon slipped out of Kara’s hand and her lip trembled. There were so many deaths on Supergirl’s hands according to Rick Gates.

“Kara? Oh, Kara.” Kara leaned into Alex’s embrace. She wept silently, she would not sob on account of him.

“He said he just wanted to make Supergirl better. That he expected more from h-her.”

“Kara,” Alex said. She broke the hug and looked into her eyes. “Maybe this is upsetting you so much because you agree with him.”

“What?” Kara said. She jumped up and the ice cream fell on the floor. She picked it up quickly and then looked at Alex. “Are you crazy? Agree with him?”

“They say we get the most upset about things we know are true,” Alex said. “Maybe what he’s saying is bothering you so much because you agree. You demand so much of yourself, maybe his criticisms echoed your own.”

Kara opened her mouth to disagree but found no words. She looked out the window at the dark tops of skyscrapers, stretching out across National City.

“Shit,” Kara said. She fell down on the couch. “Insight sucks sometimes.”

“I know sweetie,” Alex said. “Forget about it for now. But you were really upset, and that’s not like you, letting some mindless hater get to you. I just thought - but enough about that. Let’s watch something cute and eat ice cream, what do you say?”

“Better than considering Rick Gates might know what he’s talking about.”

After Alex left, Kara lay in bed trying to sleep, but her mind was so loud. Maybe he’s right. No, can’t be. His opinion doesn't matter, he has no idea how hard it is to be Supergirl. Supergirl is super, she’s supposed to be perfect. But is she? Kara shook her head, the pillow rustling under her head. No, she couldn’t expect herself to be perfect. That was unreasonable. She was only human. I’m not human though.

Groaning, she flipped over and buried her face in the pillow, lying facedown. In her mind’s eye, she saw Rick Gates standing at her desk, intense eyes locked with hers. She saw him reach down, his large hand massaging the nape of her neck, pulling her up until their lips were inches apart.

“Gah!” Kara said. She turned around, before sitting up. Leaning forward, she cradled her face in her hands. What was happening to her? Her groin was moist, and that filled her with a sense of shame and disgust. Rick Gates turned her on? God, she wished she had had more time to figure out her sexuality before she donned the cape. Now it was impossible, and she was so inexperienced.

Leaning back, she closed her eyes again and Rick Gates appeared unbidden, a phantom of undisclosed desires, caressing her cheek. He leaned in to kiss her and she accepted, allowed him to explore her mouth with his tongue, his hand pulling down her skirt. He was completely in control. Kara’s hand worked down the waistline of her panties and she was shocked at how wet she was. She’d never been that wet before, not with Mon-El, not with James, only Rick Gates garnered that reaction from her body.

Kara closed her eyes and surrendered to the fantasy, fingering herself to an intense, leg-shaking orgasm. She felt flushed with shame but fell quickly asleep, losing herself to nightmares where Supergirl tried to save people but arrived too late.

Chapter 2

Kara ran into Rick in the breakroom. She watched from the door as he poured himself a coffee, didn’t add any cream or sugar, and took a sip. The bitter drink seemed to please him because he grunted in approval. How could he actually enjoy that? He turned and caught Kara studying him. She blushed and her mind scrambled for what to say, but he beat her to the punch.

“Were you watching me?” Rick said.

“Yes - Uh, I mean no,” Kara said. Her cheeks burned and she smoothed her skirt with her hands. He was smirking at her. “I was yes. I just wanted to talk to you.”

“Come to chase me out of town with a pitchfork?”

“No,” Kara said. "I wanted to say I'm sorry. For how rude I was yesterday. I do care about Supergirl, and I reacted emotionally. You’ll be good for Catco. A little objectivity will go a long way. So welcome aboard sailor.” Kara cringed as soon as she said the words. Welcome aboard sailor? Really?

“Thank you Kara,” Rick said. “That’s big of you.” He didn’t seem relieved or even overly pleased with her apology. It almost seemed like he expected it. Who was this man? As he walked past Kara, he paused and gestured at her outfit. She looked down. “You should wear shorter skirts, you’ve got great legs.”

Kara opened her mouth to protest but he didn’t wait for her reaction. Before she knew it, he had settled down at his desk. She was so confused as she went back to her workstation. Part of her felt pleased as punch, and another part of her felt like she’d been sexually harassed. Her nether regions were moist again, and she found it difficult to focus on work for the rest of the day.



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Supergirl’s mind kept wandering during the DEO strategy meeting. They were formulating a plan of attack to apprehend an alien entity that had been tracked to the warehouse district of National City.

“Supergirl?”

“Skirts,” Supergirl said instinctively. She blushed when she heard the words, unrelated to the meeting, and looked at Hank. “Sorry, I’m a little distracted.”

“We can’t afford you distracted,” Hank said. “We need you at one hundred percent.”

“I know,” Supergirl said.

“Alex will walk you out. We’ll be with you every step of the way. Make sure there’s no damage to the infrastructure; there’s a lot of expensive goods in the warehouses around this thing.”

“Okay,” Supergirl said.

Alex walked Supergirl to the exit of the DEO. “Are you okay Kara?” Alex asked.

“Do you think my skirt is short enough?” Kara asked.

“What?”

Kara teased up the hem of her costume’s skirt to reveal more of her shapely legs. Alex arched an eyebrow. “I think it’s fine as it is.”

Kara blushed and realized how the question sounded. “Sorry, I’m just - I’m confused.”

“Focus Kara,” Alex said. “I don’t want you to get hurt.” Her sister was concerned but she didn’t understand. Kara couldn’t stop thinking about Rick, and her legs, and wearing a very short skirt.

“I’ve got this Alex, I’m Supergirl,” Kara said. She launched into supersonic flight from the launch pad.



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Supergirl spotted the alien through the clouds above the warehouse district. It was consuming a forklift like it was made of wafer crackers. Swooping down with a burst of speed, she dropped her feet into the thing’s middle. The creature bellowed as the strike connected and it smashed through a warehouse wall, through the stored materials, which appeared to be steel beams, and out the other side.

“Oh no,” Supergirl said. She flew through the warehouse, the contents had been severely damaged. She saw that the creature had smashed through several other warehouses. The roof of the nearest one collapsed and the contents burst into flames. Supergirl flew above the wreckage but couldn’t see the beast anywhere. This was just another bug hunt. She'd been on a million of these. Her mind started to wander. Rick on top of her, tearing her shirt off, revealing her breasts, maybe on Lena’s desk --

A roar pulled Supergirl out of her reverie and the creature leaped on her back from the top of a building. The snarling beast squeezed her with its many arms and they crashed through the roof of a warehouse. It was full of steel kegs, stacked to the ceiling, and she was careening right into one. The creature knocked her into the kegs, and a few steel containers exploded, fountaining beer into the air. Supergirl used her laser vision to shoot at the thing’s head as it leaped through the air, but missed, and a sharp piece of steel fell from the ceiling, landing on another mountain of kegs. The over-pressurized beer containers exploded, launching shrapnel through the walls.

The alien dashed away to escape the warehouse. Supergirl leaped twenty feet, catching the alien with her speed. She grabbed it’s head and swung it around, slamming its body against the concrete floor, which cracked. She punched it’s skull until the bone ruptured, and the many arms were still.

“Supergirl?” came a voice in her ear.

“I’m here Hank, it’s dead.”

“What the hell happened?”

“I -“ Supergirl looked around the ruined beer warehouse and remembered the others, one in flames. How many millions of dollars in damage had she done? “It - it was tougher than it looked.”

“This is going to be hard to explain,” Hank said. “Get out of there Supergirl.”



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“What’s going on with you?” Hank said. She sat on a stool in the DEO center of operations, feeling like a scolded schoolgirl.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know,” she said.

“That thing should’ve been cake for you to handle, but you did millions in damage,” Hank said. His voice was elevated in a shout, and Alex looked concerned. “We should’ve just sent in some operatives. If you’re going to be so reckless, next time we might.”

“No,” Supergirl said. “It won’t happen again, I promise.”

“Come with me,” Alex said. She took Supergirl’s arm and lead her away from the command center. They went to a dark corner of the DEO, where they could be alone and talk, and Alex leaned against a wall. “Talk to me.”

“What?” Supergirl said. She was blushing and didn’t want to tell Alex how much Rick aroused her, how much he was distracting her. She didn’t want to tell her sister how her groin tingled. She couldn’t wait to get home. She'd lie in bed in just her panties, close her eyes, run her fingers between her - no, stop thinking about it.

“Something’s up with you,” Alex said. “I’ve never seen you like this. Why did you ask me about your skirt?”

“I dunno,” Supergirl said. “I just - I was wondering if I should be more feminine.”

“You’re Supergirl,” Alex said. “How much more feminine do you need?”

“It was stupid, and you’re right, Supergirl doesn’t need to be feminine.”

Alex placed a hand on Supergirl’s shoulder. “You know you can always talk to me right? About anything. No matter what it is. I’m here for you.”

“I know.”

“Go home and get some rest. I’m worried about you Kara.”

Supergirl shook her head. “Don’t be. I’m fine Alex, I swear.”

Chapter 3

Kara was working at her desk and managed to avoid thinking about Rick. She was trying to write an optimistic piece for tomorrow’s paper about Supergirl’s destruction of the warehouse district. The words didn’t want to come. She planned to focus on Supergirl’s immense responsibilities but she didn’t believe what she was writing. I should’ve been better. Letting her mind wander did so much damage to local businesses, and could’ve endangered people’s lives. Luckily no one was hurt in the disaster.

“Kara, can I see you in my office?” Lena said. Kara nodded and closed her computer, then walked towards the head office.

“I like this side of you,” came a voice from behind her.

Kara felt goosebumps on her neck and turned around. Rick was behind her, and his eyes were fixed on her ass.

“Stop that,” she said. Heat entered her voice. Lena had already taken a seat at her desk. Rick brushed behind Kara and he overtook her, pulling the door open.

“You like the attention,” he said in a quiet voice. His eyes fixed on hers and her breath caught in her chest. She’d masturbated to multiple orgasms the night before, and that seemed to have cleansed her, but now her engines were revving again. Kara said nothing, just glared at him and went into the office.

“New project,” Lena said. “In light of the Supergirl warehouse debacle, I’ve decided on a new approach for tomorrow’s story. We’re going to do a collaborative article with you two at the head. A tug-of-war of sorts.”

“What?” Kara said. “Why?”

“People are upset about the damage,” Lena said. “I can’t have your sunny outlook on its own Kara, but then Rick’s work would probably rile people up more than we would like. Work together, collaborate.”

“But it’s almost four and I’m already done my story,” Kara said.

“I’m always for collaboration,” Rick said. “Especially with the lovely Kara Danvers, but I’m afraid I agree with her. I’m done mine too.”

“Throw them away,” Lena said. “You’ll be working together until it’s finished. I want it in my inbox before midnight.” Lena went back to typing. “That’s it, you’re dismissed.”

Kara felt dread rising in the pit of her stomach. Just her and Rick alone in the office. At night. The tension she felt vacillated between horror and joy.

She walked out of the office and could practically feel his breath on her neck. His cologne smelled so good.

“Bring your chair to my desk,” Kara said.

“No,” Rick said. “You come to my desk.”

She turned and faced him, glaring. “Why do you have to be so difficult?”

“I have a bigger desk,” Rick said.

Kara looked between their desks and saw he was right. She rolled her eyes and went to collect her chair. She rolled it up next to Rick’s.

“You didn’t need to bring that,” he said. “We could’ve shared mine.”

“In your dreams,” Kara said.

“Yes, I do dream about you Kara Danvers,” Rick said. “Do you dream of me?”

Kara blushed and ignored the comment. She grabbed his mouse and went to his desktop where he had a picture of a model in a bikini, holding her breasts.

“Really?” Kara said.

Rick shrugged. “Let me use the mouse,” he said. He reached out and his hand settled over hers. Kara met his eye and he smiled at her until she pulled her hand free.

“Fine,” she said.

He opened a word document and pulled the keyboard towards himself. “So, what angle are we going to take? Why don’t you start by saying what you were going to write and I’ll try to collate that with my piece.”

“Okay,” Kara said. “Well, obviously the destruction of the warehouse was regrettable, but I think we should cut Supergirl some slack. We don’t know the whole story.”

“What’s the whole story?” Rick asked.

“I don’t know,” Kara said. “I just know there are a lot more threats coming to Earth than we hear about, and maybe there’s something we don’t know.”

“That’s giving Supergirl a lot of leeway isn’t it?” Rick said. “She destroyed millions of dollars in private property. You wanna just shrug and say ‘who knows maybe she was fighting something dangerous?’”

“Well she does deserve some leeway,” Kara said. Her voice was rising.

“Lena’s a smart woman.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Your article would’ve pissed a lot of people off.”

Kara fumed in silence, but could think of no retort.

“I think we should take the stance that what Supergirl did was irresponsible. We can’t give her too many excuses. We should acknowledge that she may have been fighting something classified, that’s a good idea, but not as an excuse. We should point out that she needs to be perfect. This kind of fuck up can’t happen.”

“That’s not balanced,” Kara spat. “That’s blaming Supergirl for what happened.”

“Let me ask you, and consider every citizen in National City will be asking the same thing, did Supergirl do a good job in this case?”

Kara remembered the fire, the collapsed warehouse, the exploding kegs. “She could’ve done better.”

“Exactly,” Rick said. “And if we don’t tell her that, who will? She has the potential to be exceptional, but - this kind of mediocrity is unacceptable.”

“You think you’re writing directly to Supergirl? You think she reads your articles?” Kara scoffed. “That’s a bit arrogant.”

“I’m sure she does,” Rick said. “She clearly loves attention.”

“Excuse you?”

“You’ve seen what she wears. That big crimson cape, the skirt, if she wasn't interested in attention she’d wear a mask like so many other vigilantes.”

“Do you have a degree in psychology Dr. Fraud?”

“It’s Freud,” Rick said. “And I have studied psychology.”

“I know it’s Freud,” Kara grumbled.

A few hours later the offices of Catco were empty except for Kara and Rick. She felt acutely aware of their isolation and so did he, apparently.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Rick asked.

Kara met his eye, and he didn’t look away, unflinchingly holding her in his gaze. “That’s none of your business.”

“It’s very much my business. Your answer will determine my plans,” Rick said. He kept working as if he’d said nothing out of the ordinary.

“Your plans?” Kara said.

“How I plan to sleep with you,” Rick said. “A boyfriend would be a minor obstacle, but I’m not easily dissuaded.”

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Kara snapped. “Stop harassing me or I’ll tell Lena.”

“First off, if you did have a boyfriend, which I know you don’t, you’d pick a loser. Entirely the wrong type of man.”

“Can I look into your crystal ball Mr. Mystic?” Kara said.

“You know it’s the truth,” Rick said. He stopped working and turned his chair to face Kara. He leaned forward until their faces were inches apart. “You’ve never had a satisfying relationship. Do you know why?”

Kara drew back from him, wheeling her chair across the carpet.

“You don’t know me,” she said. “But I’ll humor you, why?”

Rick ignored his computer and faced her with a knowing smile.

“Because you need to be dominated,” he said.

Kara swallowed a lump in her throat and tried to ignore the physical thrill traveling through her body. “No, I don’t.”

“You’re submissive Kara, and you need a man with the power to use you in the way you want to be used.”

She flashed back to the fantasies she’d had of Rick ravaging her body, and how intense the orgasms had been, spurred on by her eager fingers.

“You’re so full of yourself."

“I’m infallibly self-confident, and you’re insecure. You desire the control of a man. I could tame you Kara.”

Kara stood up, scared by how aroused she was. Even nipples were tingling. She needed to get away from him. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

She didn’t wait for his response, half afraid he’d convince her to stay, she didn’t feel as powerful around him. He loomed over her in conversation, and she found herself unconsciously ceding ground to his advances. Did she want him to catch her? Help her, but she did. And she could never let that happen. She’d never respect herself if she let Rick Gates have his way with her.

The bathroom was empty of course, it was almost eight o’clock now, and the article was barely half done, he’d been distracting them both with loaded comments about sex, teasing her verbally. Leaning forward over the sink, Kara ran cold water between her fingers. This man was nothing compared to her. She was Supergirl and who was he? A pseudo-intellectual hack? But then why did he have such an effect on her? Kara closed her eyes and splashed the water across her face, trying to wash away the confusion.

The door opened and Kara started. She turned and found Rick standing at the entrance of the bathroom. She backed away.

“Get out of here,” Kara said.

His dark eyes burned into her and she felt her heart racing in her chest. She couldn’t muster the ferocity in her words to convince him she was being genuine. Because she wasn’t.

“Kara,” Rick said. “I know it’s hard to submit, especially for a willful girl like you.” He moved closer and Kara retreated until her back came up against a wall. He was advancing on her and there was nowhere else to run. One of his strong legs parted hers, and his flat, firm chest pressed against her. Her breath was ragged and she couldn’t break from his eye contact. He had her trapped and pinned. Every inch of her body was celebrating, revolting against her mind.

“Stop,” Kara whispered. The word had barely any force in it.

He reached up and ran the back of a finger against her cheek. She quivered at the touch. Reaching down, he grabbed her wrists in his large, soft hands and pressed them against the wall by her head.

“I know what you want, what you need, and I’ll give it to you Kara. Submit.”

Kara’s legs were shaking and her groin was so wet, her skin felt on fire it was so sensitive and tender. When he leaned in to kiss her, her mouth opened and she let him maul her. Oh my gosh. His tongue conquered hers, pushing into her throat, and she thrust her hips against his. A moan escaped her lips.

His hands infiltrated her shirt and yanked it up, over her head. She let him undress her like a doll, panting with anticipation. The bulge of his erection prodded her inner thigh and she circled her groin to meet it, rubbing against his excitement. He threw her pale blue shirt on the bathroom floor. Wrapping his rough hand around the back of her neck, he turned her so she faced the wall, and unzipped the back of her skirt.

“Doesn’t it feel good?” he whispered in her ear. His kisses traced a line down her neck to her shoulder, and he pulled a bra strap down her shoulder. Kara gasped, her body sending off fireworks wherever his lips made contact with her skin.

He yanked down her skirt, and pulled her out of her shoes, leaving her clothes in a pile. She turned around to meet his passion and opened her lips to let his tongue have free reign in her mouth. The clip of her bra broke as he tore it off her, and then she was naked except for her small, pink thong. A hard push pressed her back against the rough bathroom wall, and he knelt by her feet, his hand gripping her soft thighs. She was quaking with need, desire, and arousal, as he slipped her thong down her legs.

“A pink thong,” Rick said. Kara blushed, even as he assaulted her body with his lips and his firm hands. “The way you act, I was expecting something more conservative.”

His tongue worked up between her thighs and pressed against her sex, parting the folds of her most private place. She shuddered, eyes rolling in her head. A gasp escaped her lips, and she reached down to run her hands through his hair. He caught her wrist and came up, pushing her back, and pinning her in place.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded. Desperate to please, Kara dropped. He undid his belt and his suit pants fell by his ankles. What am I supposed to do? Kara reached out to pull down his boxer shorts, but he slapped her hand away. “No hands.”

Kara nodded, eager. Letting another person be in control made her hot and dizzy. His penis bounced as he pulled it free and she wondered at his size. The shaft was veiny, thick, and very long, much larger than any man she’d been with before.

Taking the impressive penis in her hand, she tentatively extended her tongue to lick it. He slapped her gently on one cheek. “No hands,” he said. She let her hands drop to her legs, and opened her mouth, allowing his penis entrance into her mouth.

She felt him grab her hair, clamping her ponytail in a stern tug. Her eyes widened and she started to panic as he used his grip to guide the shaft down her throat. She only managed to swallow half, and then she pushed back with her hands as she came close to gagging.

“It’s too big,” she said.

“I’m gonna teach you to suck dick. Open your throat. Pretend you’re drinking water.”

What am I doing? Kara felt a moment’s shame, on the floor in the bathroom, preparing to take this man’s penis down her throat. Her body tingled with excitement, she was so horny. Opening her mouth wide, she looked up at him and gave in to his pressure.

“Good girl,” he said. The tip of his penis probed her mouth and she felt pressure on her cheek before it popped out. He rubbed the shaft over her lips and her tongue darted out to lick. “Take a deep breath.” Kara obliged, and then he speared the penis into her mouth with a thrust of his hips. The long, throbbing member went down her throat and she felt it pulsing. Gagging, she tried to recoil, but he had her hair in a tight grip and forced her lips down his shaft until her nose pressed against his pubic hair. “Good girl.”

Kara couldn’t breathe. Her hands came up to push herself free but then he released her and she gasped, doubling over to catch her breath.

“Did you like that?” he asked. She looked up at him through teary eyes from choking and realized she desperately wanted his approval. This side of her was so neglected, and now she wanted this man to confirm her. As odd as the circumstances were, this was the most turned on she'd been - ever. She nodded up at him, even though she hadn’t really enjoyed choking on his penis. “Good girl.” He stroked her hair with his long, agile fingers, and she arched her neck to meet the movement, wanting, needing his touch. “Get up.”

Kara stood, her breath shallow and ragged. Her pussy ached and she reached down to play with herself when he slapped her. His hand actually hurt her. She looked at him in shock, most people would’ve been injured if they tried to slap her. What the hell? “You don’t get to play with yourself anymore. I’ll make you cum you little slut.”

Rick's hand wrapped around her neck and pushed her against the wall. He forced his way in between her bare legs and wrapped them around himself, thrusting up and deep inside of her pleasure. She moaned, any sense of self-awareness lost to the intense sensations shaking her body. His thrusts pressed her against the wall.

Kara started to squeal, and she was amazed at the sounds coming out of her mouth. Her legs were vibrating. She closed her eyes and arched her head back, drowning in the pleasure of getting fucked like she needed. Being treated like an object of sexual pleasure, and nothing else. Something dormant in her was awakening and she was loving it.

“You’re not allowed to cum yet,” he said. He slowed his thrusts and worked himself in and out of her with incredible care. Kara gasped, the pleasure robbing breath from her chest. When he drove deep inside her, she exploded. Her fingers squeezed tightly against his shoulders and tensed up, every muscle in her body flexed, squeezing the pleasure out of his dick. He pulled out of her and she collapsed back on her ass, breathing heavily, her legs twitching against the tile.

Wait, she’d just squeezed him as hard as she was capable of doing. Her private place, as powerful as the rest of her, had flexed around his penis, but he wasn’t in any pain. What was going on?

Any thoughts were swept from her head when he slapped her. Not hard enough to bruise, or be really painful, but enough to whip her head to one side. “I told you not to cum.”

“I’m sorry,” she said. She hated that she meant it, but it was kind of exciting too.

“Now it’s my turn to cum,” he said. He reached down and grabbed her hair in one hand, pulling her face towards his dick, but then she pushed as hard as she could and he stumbled back, spilling onto the floor.

“No,” Kara said. Self-awareness came crashing down on her like a wave, and shame burned inside her. What am I doing? She'd just sucked Rick Gates penis. Fear rose in Kara and her flight response activated. “No, this - this was a mistake.” She yanked on her skirt, holding it closed with one hand, and pulled on her shirt, leaving her bra and panties for lost, needing to escape this dangerous man who made her lose herself.

“Kara, wait,” he said. She swept past him with tears of shame in her eyes and ran out of the building.

Chapter 4

Never again. Kara sat at her desk, her eyes glued to her computer screen, and repeated the words that had become a mantra. Never again.

“Kara.” Lena approached her desk, smiling down. “I’m really proud of you.”

“Oh, thanks?” Kara said. “What did I do?”

“The article you wrote with Rick is very balanced, very mature. We’re getting a lot of praise for it. The way you put aside your biases impressed me. I think you have potential to be a very serious journalist for a long time.”

She hadn’t read the article, wanting to avoid any memory of Rick. “Thank you Lena. Rick is-“ she saw him with an arrogant smirk. “he’s a good collaborator.”

“Yes,” Lena said. “Well, perhaps I’ll pair you together again.”

Lena smiled at Rick, and then back at Kara, before walking to her office. Kara just stared into space, dumbfounded. She needed to quit. She couldn’t keep working at Catco, not with him.

An email buzzed into her inbox. Kara’s heart beat faster when she saw it was from Rick. She opened it and read it quickly.



“Kara,



I have a few things of yours. Meet me in the breakroom unless you want them displayed on my desk.



Rick.”



Kara felt a sense of doom settle on her shoulders, not only because the man was trying to manipulate her, but because she wanted to go meet him. Some primal part of her wanted him to drag her into the bathroom, push her to her knees, rip her clothes off, and use her.

She got to her feet and saw his desk was already empty. James gave her a non-assuming smile from his desk, and she returned it as best as she could, not wanting to forecast anything being wrong. The bleeding heart that he was, James would get involved and everyone would find out what happened in the bathroom. No one could find out. She thought she’d die of shame if anyone learned what she’d done.

Rick was leaning against the counter, and he smiled when she came in.

“What do you want?” Kara demanded. She closed the breakroom door behind her and crossed her arms. She would not let him treat her like that again.

“Kara, why so hostile? I just want what you want. What you really want.” He moved closer to her, smiling, and she felt that tingling between her legs again.

“No, I was confused. I made a mistake,” Kara said.

“You’re such a bad liar,” Rick said. He stood a foot away from her, and his eyes burned into hers. She made herself look at the sink, face burning. “I wanted to give you back your things.”

He reached into his pocket, then pressed her pink thong into her hand. She hid it quickly, looking over her shoulders to make sure no one saw.

“Where’s my bra?”

“I couldn’t give that to you here without attracting attention,” Rick said. “I’ll take you out for dinner sometime, and in exchange, I’ll give you your bra back. Thirty-two A. Very nice and perky.”

“It’s never happening again Rick,” Kara said.

“Of course not,” Rick said. “I wouldn’t force you. You’ll come to me willingly. You’re a strong person, but everyone needs a little satisfaction in their life, and I know how to make you moan.”

Kara thought she would die of embarrassment. She shook her head, before turning and fleeing the breakroom. She got back to her desk without anyone noticing her humiliation, and stored the thong in her purse. Damn that man. Never again.



###



Supergirl was hanging out in the DEO with Alex. They were sitting together, isolated from everyone else, waiting for the meeting to start.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Alex said.

“No,” Supergirl said.

“Really? You always play with your hair when you’re thinking of a boy.“

Supergirl’s hands froze and she let them drop into her lap.

“No, what about you?” Supergirl asked. “Seeing anyone new?”

“Not at the moment,” Alex said. “It's so hard to find someone satisfying, you know?”

“Uh yeah,” Supergirl said. “Find me a man strong enough.”

“I don’t mean like that,” Alex said. “It’s so hard to find someone who’s good in the bedroom.”

“Oh,” Supergirl said.

Alex laughed and mussed Supergirl’s hair. “You’re such a girl scout.”

“Hey! I know about sex,” Supergirl said.

A red alert alarm blared over the loudspeakers.

“We’ve got an enormous incoming projectile over the Atlantic,” Winn said. The big observation screens flickered and then displayed the projectile. An enormous, jet-powered rocket.

“Supergirl,” Hank said. “We’ve got-“

“On it,” Supergirl said before blasting into the sky.

She flew so fast the ground beneath her blurred. “Where’s it heading?”

“The missile's trajectory places the target as National City.”

“No,” Supergirl said. “I will not mess this one up.”

The missile appeared on the horizon as a streak of light and roaring fire. Supergirl banked hard to one side and swept up underneath the missile, then placed her hands on the rocket and pushed it upwards, hard. The rocket shifted course and she guided it into the sky, far above the atmosphere. The Earth grew small beneath her.

The ignition went out, and she froze the missile in ice breath, before falling back down to Earth slowly, holding the missile gingerly, as if it were made of porcelain. She set the dormant missile down on the ground as DEO reinforcements arrived.

A crowd of people exploded into applause. Supergirl stood tall and proud for them.

“Thank you Supergirl,” A little girl shouted. Supergirl waved to the kid and smiled brightly. This felt really good. Really, really good. Better than anything a misogynist jerk could give her.

She looked around the dark city and saw Catco’s building in the distance. The light was still on. An idea struck Supergirl and she rose into the air, blasting towards Catco. She hovered outside the windows of Catco and saw Rick at his desk, hunched over the computer. He didn’t see her outside. A smile came to Supergirl’s lips and she landed on the patio. The office door was unlocked like always and she walked into Catco through Lena’s office.

“Rick Gates,” Supergirl said.

He sat up straighter and looked at her with alarm. Though that fear quickly faded as he registered her caped and the S on her chest. A loud bang came from beneath the desk. Janet, the intern, crawled out from between Rick’s legs.

“What can I do for you Supergirl?” Rick asked.

Janet looked in awe at Supergirl and then back at Rick. “Do you know her?”

“Not personally,” Rick said.

“Did he force you to do that?” Supergirl asked.

Janet shook her head. “No, I dunno, I just - he’s so hot.”

Supergirl frowned and then looked at Rick. “I read what you’ve been writing about me.”

“Good,” Rick said.

Supergirl was taken aback. “Good? You don’t seem to like me very much.”

“On the contrary,” Rick said. “I see so much potential in you. I think you’re better than you act, that you could be more.”

“Really? Or do you just hate that a woman is so powerful?”

“No,” Rick said. “I want the best for you. What did I write that was unfair?”

Supergirl took a step forward and glared at him. “You think I’m responsible for deaths I didn’t even know about.”

“You are,” Rick said. “With your power, you should be able to prevent every death on this Earth, and yet you do so little.”

“Why’s it all my fault? Why not Superman?”

“Superman’s not here.”

“I’m gonna go,” Janet said. As she was leaving she turned around and waved at Supergirl.

“Listen,” Supergirl said. “You better watch what you say about me.”

“Is that a threat?” Rick asked. He rose and walked slowly towards her. “I think I know what you need.”

“I need you to shut up,” Supergirl said. Her temper was flaring. She felt intimidated by him, even in the costume. And she hated that fact.

“When was the last time you got a good fucking?”

His words knocked Supergirl back a step and she sputtered.

“That’s what I thought,” he said. “I’d be happy to oblige you. I’m still hard.”

Supergirl turned and left swiftly through the patio, flying into the night to escape him.



###



Kara sat in the weekly staff meeting watching Rick out of the corner of her eye. There was so much to consider. First, he was fucking other girls. He’d taken advantage of Janet, who had seemed very willing, but who knew what he’d done to brainwash her. Why do I feel jealous? Second, he wasn’t afraid of Supergirl. He wanted to fuck Supergirl. No matter what else she felt about Rick Gates, Kara could admit he was brave. He’d faced down Supergirl without a trace of fear.

“On to the weekly subject,” Lena said. “Supergirl. She stopped an intercontinental missile last night, launched by terrorists, aiming for National City.”

The staff exploded into an array of applause and Kara beamed, looking around at her co-workers as they applauded. She found Rick studying her legs from across the room. That’s when she realized they were the only ones who weren't clapping.

“I’m not sure it was such an overwhelming victory,” Rick said. He turned to Lena. “She came here and threatened me last night.”

“What?” Lena said. The staff muttered among themselves. “Are you serious? What happened? Are you okay?”

“She doesn’t like the articles I’ve been writing,” Rick said. “She warned me to watch what I say about her.”

“That’s horrible,” Lena said. Kara saw anger on everyone’s face, except for James, who was watching her.

“I’ve clearly touched a nerve, but I have no intention of backing down,” Rick said. “I already have a very interesting article for you Lena. Take a look?”

Lena nodded, and Rick reached into a briefcase. He handed her a sheaf of papers. She started reading, nodding as she traced with her finger, and then looked up at Rick. He nodded.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Absolutely. I want to show her I can’t be intimidated.”

“All right. We’re set on Supergirl. Meeting adjourned.”

The staff milled out of the office, a few people going to Rick, no doubt to ask him about the meeting with Supergirl.

“Lena,” Kara said. She went to her boss, but her eyes were stuck on Rick’s story. “What’s that story say?”

“It’s a good dose of reality for Supergirl if she thinks she can threaten my staff,” Lena said.

“Can I see it?”

“Sure,” Lena said.

Kara picked up the article and scanned the first page. Rick was raking Supergirl over the coals, calling her weak for not being able to handle criticism, and implying she was an egomaniac. There were even a few barbed suggestions about her repressed sexuality. Kara grit her teeth.

“You can’t publish this,” Kara said.

“Why not?”

“It’s mean.”

Lena laughed. “If Supergirl can’t handle a critical story, she’s got no right to call herself the defender of Earth.”

Kara fumed but set the papers back on Lena’s desk. “What am I supposed to do?”

“Work on the sports with James,” Lena said. “He could use your help, it’s a busy week. Superbowl Sunday coming up.”

“Okay,” Kara said.

He’d beat her again, but this time he’d beaten Supergirl too.

As Kara moved through the office towards James' desk, she overheard Rick talking to a group of fawning listeners.

“- I got the sense that she hadn't got any in awhile,” Rick was saying. His audience snickered. “She kept trying to say I was writing my articles because I hate women, which couldn’t be farther from the truth. I think someone needs to get her a good pounding.”

Kara grit her teeth but ignored him and went over to James.

“Can you believe him? Telling all those people Supergirl is sexually frustrated. What a jerk.”

“Did you?”

“What?” Kara asked. She sat at James’ desk and played with the hem of her skirt.

“Did you threaten him?”

“Yeah,” Kara said.

“What’s going on with you?”

“I-“ Kara almost spilled everything to James then, but then she imagined the part where Rick had her on her knees, gagging on his penis. James and the gang would never look at her the same way.

The silence extended and James shrugged. “All right, don’t tell me. Just know I’m here for you.”

Kara wrote an eight hundred and fifty word story about the upcoming Superbowl match-up, with lots of help from James. Boys! It blew her mind that the paper dedicated more space to one game of football than it gave to mayoral politics. She’d been writing in the wrong category if she wanted a lot of words to work with!

Her email buzzed and an email from Rick appeared with a beep. Sighing, she opened the email and scanned it.



Kara,



I still have some of your things. Let’s have dinner tonight. Purely a meal, no talk of business.



Rick.



Kara read the message several times. The man still scared her, but Kara steeled herself. She needed to face him and win. If he kept scoring victories against her, she would never get over her conflicted feelings. If she faced him and didn’t cave, she would have won. Sitting straight, Kara nodded to herself and typed an affirmative response.

Chapter 5

Kara went home and changed. She fretted over what to wear for almost an hour, shifting wardrobes a number of times, but finally settled on a little black dress. The hem ended halfway down her thigh and showed a lot of leg. She wasn’t choosing it because of his suggestion, she did it in defiance. If she wore a longer skirt, he’d think he had an impact on her thought process. No. Never again. She was stronger than he was and she could wear a cute little dress if she wanted to.

The mascara and lip gloss was to flaunt the victory when she turned him down cold. She felt sure he would proposition her again, and when she defeated his attempt, she wouldn’t have the victory diminished by her dressing down. Kara knew she was a beautiful girl, and that would make it all the sweeter when she gave him the cold shoulder.

She left to meet Rick at seven thirty and started to hail a cab. They were meeting at Girionne’s, a top-rated French restaurant in the city, and she was going to eat his wallet empty.

“Miss Danvers?”

Kara turned and frowned at the man dressed in a black chauffeur outfit. “Do I know you?”

“I work for Mr. Gates. Please, get in.” The chauffeur opened the rear door of the limo and held it open for Kara to sit. A limo, really? If she played her cards right he'd need to declare bankruptcy at the end of the night.

Sliding into the back seat, Kara found it empty. Oddly, he wasn’t waiting inside like she expected, maybe with a glass of Champagne. For some reason, the interior of the limo resonated strongly with Kara’s understanding of the man. He was black leather, cigar smoke, marble fountains, single malt scotch.

The driver drove Kara through the city and opened the door for her when they arrived. She was used to being the center of attention, but nothing topped stepping out of a limo in National City. People looked at her like she was a celebrity, a movie star. Kara smiled when paparazzi snapped a picture of her, feeling like a starlet and the object of everyone’s adoration.

Rick stood in the waiting room, and as soon as she saw him, he fixed her with that melting gaze. Kara noticed the effect it was having on her and took a deep breath. Never again.

“Rick,” Kara said.

“Kara, you look ravishing,” Rick said. He took her hand and pressed his lips against it, but she pulled away after only a moment’s hesitation.

“This is just dinner,” Kara said. “Nothing else.”

“Of course, I feel I owe you an apology. I want to tell you something important.”

His appeasing manner confused her, but she smiled with genuine glee. She’d already won and he’d made it easy.

“Come on,” Rick said. He took her hand and pulled through the packed waiting room. Kara caught the envious eyes of many women as they skipped the line and strolled into the dining room.

“Mr. Gates, your table,” said a waiter in a tuxedo. They sat at a table in the corner; cozy, secluded, and very romantic. There were candles on every table and the smell of roses mixed with sandalwood in the air.

They sat. The waiter took Kara’s thin overcoat and she fixed Rick with a gaze. He was reading the drink menu with the attention of a scholar. A waiter hovered over his shoulder.

“What can I get you Mr. Gates?”

“A bottle of the 1961 Merseult,” Rick said. Kara glanced at the menu and scanned the line till she saw the price. Nine hundred a bottle! What was this idiot playing at? Writers weren’t rich, and if he thought he could buy her affection, he was in for a rude awakening.

Once the waiter left, Kara cocked her head at Rick. “Are you going for broke tonight? Literally?”

Rick met her eyes but he didn’t smile. He smoldered. “It’s nothing.”

“The limo, the nine hundred dollar wine, you can’t afford this,” Kara said. “And I’m not sleeping with you, so-“

“I can afford this, and I know you won’t sleep with me,” Rick said. He leaned back and raised his hands. “I’m sorry for what happened, okay? I thought you wanted it, but I won’t push if you’re not interested. You’re a very desirable woman. But I’ll respect your decision, and I would like, ultimately, if we can’t be together, for us to be friends.”

Kara’s jaw dropped and she stared at Rick across the table. Nothing could have been more unexpected. “Wow, that’s - that’s really nice Rick. I’d love to be friends.” She beamed at him. “But that makes this whole charade even worse. I won’t have you spending so much money on me. I’m a cheap date, I just need ice cream, a comfy couch, and a good romantic sitcom to watch.”

Rick barked a laugh and grinned at her. “I don’t think you know how likable you are Kara.”

“I know, I am likable, but c’mon, let’s get out of here before the wine arrives and you’re stuck with the bill.” Kara stood up and started to signal the waiter.

“Sit down Kara.” The words chilled her. They were lightly said, but she recognized his command. However, he had just said they were going to be friends and nothing else, so she sat.

“I have enough money to enjoy this place,” Rick said.

“How?” Confusion wracked Kara’s mind. She’d been so used to Lena being the only rich person she knew.

“I come from old money,” Rick said. “The Gates have been one of the wealthiest families in the country for centuries.”

“Are you serious?” Kara said. Her eyebrow cocked and she felt extremely skeptical. “Why the hell do you work at Catco?”

“I love it,” Rick said. “It gets me out of the house, and I’ve always loved writing - especially political writing - so it’s the perfect job for me.”

“The wine, Mr. Gates,” the waiter said. He displayed the bottle for Kara, and then poured a small glass for Rick to taste. He acted like a real aficionado and Kara stifled a snigger behind one hand. She still wasn't buying it.

“What, so Rick is a regular customer here, waiter guy?” Kara asked.

The waiter fixed Kara with a deadly serious eye. “Mr. Gates owns this restaurant miss.”

Kara reeled back from this information, completely stupefied. "Wow, you were telling the truth."

Rick shrugged and poured a glass of wine for Kara, then handed it over.

“I was. And I meant it when I said I just want to be friends.”

“Cheers to that,” Kara said. She felt totally disarmed and was starting to like Rick more by the minute.

They’d drained the first bottle by the time the appetizers came, garlic snails that Kara made a face at but secretly enjoyed, and the softest french bread with the creamiest butter.

“Thith s’good,” Kara said between bites.

“It gets a little boring after awhile, to be honest, but I’m glad you enjoy it,” Rick said.

“Oh look at you Mr. Old Money with the honed palate,” Kara said. “It’s a good look on you actually.”

“Thank you Kara. And I’m so glad to meet the real you.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re so bubbly and friendly, it’s delightful.”

Kara blushed and hid the expression in her wine. She was already feeling a little light-headed but that couldn’t be. Wine, or any alcohol for that matter, didn’t affect her.

“You’re not so bad yourself when you’re not being all serious and dominant,” Kara said.

Rick smiled and Kara felt a stab of relief. She didn’t want to upset him, not now that she was enjoying the spoils of war. She’d won. He’d never use her like that again.

“You can’t blame me,” Rick said. “You’re a very beautiful woman.”

“Thank you, but I am so glad you decided to-“ Kara searched her head for a word, but her brain felt fuzzy and she couldn’t find the right one. “-surrender.”

“Surrender?” Rick said. He leaned forward. The waiter came to collect orders for entrees, and Rick ordered another bottle - this time Champagne that graced four-figure territory.

When the waiter left, their conversation resumed. “It’s interesting you say surrender Kara,” Rick said.

“Why?” Her voice came out sounding slurred and her face was numb. She was getting drunk, but she still felt very in control of her faculties. Actually, she felt really, really good.

“Surrender implies a battle,” Rick said. “Is that how you see what happened between us?”

“Kinda,” she said. “You used me, treated me like a piece of meat. You conquered me.”

Kara noticed she was leaning forward and speaking eagerly, so she sat back and buried her face in her glass.

“I did,” Rick said. “But I never surrendered.”

“Huh?” Kara said. “Whaddaya mean?”

“To be honest, I lost interest,” Rick said.

“Excuse me?” Kara said. She sat up straight and made a face. “You lost interest in me?

“Yeah,” Rick said. “If you weren’t interested in being dominated consensually, I lost interest.”

“Oh,” Kara said. She tried to process the feeling of hurt in her stomach and failed. Her confusion deepened. “Good.”

“I think it’s for the best,” Rick said.

The champagne arrived and the waiter poured for both of them when Rick spun his finger. He was looking around at anything but her, and when she traced his gaze, she found his eyes had accosted the shapely back end of a waitress. Scoffing into her glass, Kara drained it.

“Hit me again,” she said.

Rick poured without a response and Kara worked on the next glass. The bastard was all but ignoring her.

“Whah tha fuck maen?” Kara blurted. Her words were really slurred and her head felt heavy like it was laced with lead.

“What?” Rick said.

“You’re naw pain ney attention ta me,” Kara whined. She heard the whine in her voice, but she was so warm, and so drunk that she didn’t care.

“Am I supposed to?” Rick said. “You’re pretty drunk Kara, are you okay?”

Kara slugged back the flute of wine and reached to pour herself another glass. The bottle tipped on its side and shattered on the table.

The restaurant went quiet. An upper-class couple across the dining area were staring. Kara felt a hand on her arm and jerked away.

“C’mon Kara, I need to get you home,” Rick said.

“Yeah right, not goin’ anwher wid you, call me not pretty, you the nob pretty one.”

“Kara, come on, please, you're making a fool of yourself.”

Kara’s vision started to slide and shift with dramatic variation, and she felt numb from head to toe. Then she blacked out. When she came to the room was moving, and someone was stroking her hair.

She woke up in her own bed with a vicious headache and no memory of the night before. Lifting the blankets with terror, she sighed in relief when she saw she was still wearing the little black dress, and her panties were intact underneath. She sighed and felt a wave of embarrassment. Rick really was a good guy. For the moment, her relief overwhelmed the pain of her throbbing headache.

Chapter 6

Rick got the little blonde slut out of the restaurant, explaining the situation away by saying his fiance had had too much wine. Then they were in the limo and moving down the street.

He positioned her head in his lap and stroked her thick, blonde locks. The GHB had worked it’s magic without a hitch. She wasn’t unconcious, but she was incredibly high. The bar staff had slipped an ideal dosage of the drug into her glass. Once when she drank the white, and a second time when she drank the Champagne. GHB worked at very low doses, and she hadn't seen it coming. He worked one of his fingers into her mouth and she reacted by gently sucking. Rick smiled. Perfect.

In twenty minutes, Steven, the driver, pulled into the Gates Estate, built in 1820. Steven opened the limo door. “Help me get her upstairs.”

Steven took her ankles and Rick held her wrists. They carried her up the stairs and she only bumped her head once. Her eyes were rolling in her head, and she was moaning softly under her breath.

They dropped her on the bed and she rolled around a little.

“This is a really pretty one sir,” Steven said.

“Yes she is,” Rick said. “I’ve been dreaming about this for awhile.”

“Enjoy,” Steven said. He closed the doors to Rick’s bedroom, leaving him alone with the petite blonde.

Rick started by undressing her. He pulled the little slip of a dress over her head, revealing that body he enjoyed so much. Slim and lithe, with perky, small breasts and so much smooth, soft skin. He ran his fingers down her neck and caught her nipples in his fingers, squeezing. Kara gasped, and her eyes fluttered open.

“Riccc, wah yuh doooin?”

“I’m going to fuck you raw Kara Danvers.”

Kara mewled but couldn’t rally a resistance. The GHB had rendered her senseless and vulnerable. Her memory would be a lost cause the next day, so he could do whatever he wanted with her.

Rick opened the closet and pulled out a camera on a tripod, then set it up at the foot of the bed, capturing her glorious bare body. He set up two more cameras at the sides of the bed to get different angles. Kara wouldn’t believe him when he told her what he did, for purposes of coercion, so he wanted proof. Rummaging in the closet’s top drawer, he removed a small wooden box and placed it on the bedside table.

Retrieving a small, clear vial, he tipped the needle of a long, glass syringe into the hole and loaded it with the specially designed compound. The boys down at the Bethesda chem lab had designed it according to specifications he’d provided and had asked no question about the purpose. He’d asked for an intense aphrodisiac with potential for addiction. A sensation amplifier. The lab might have reported him if he didn’t own the place. He gave the engineer responsible a vacation home in Hawaii.

Now he leaned down and kissed Kara on the lips. She moaned and her eyelids fluttered. “Ricc- waha ryoo doo?”

Pricking the needle into the diminutive blonde’s neck, he injected the dose directly into her bloodstream. The effect was almost instantaneous. She started moaning, her hips gyrating into the air. Rick tore off his clothes and grabbed the little slut’s wrists, pinning them to the bed.

“What do you want Kara?”

She looked up at him with wide eyes, the aphrodisiac stirring her from the depressive drugs. Moaning, she looked confused.

“What do you want Kara?”

“I want-“ even her words were clearer. She released a moan.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” Kara said. She writhed and tried to touch him.

“How?” Rick asked. He stroked the folds of her pussy with his dick. “Do you like to be used like a fucktoy?”

Kara moaned and fought against his hands, looking at him in horror. “No, no,” she said. He slammed his dick into her pussy and she cried out. “Oh yes,” she screamed. “Yes.”

Rick jack-hammered in and out of the pretty little whore who told him no too many times, and she vocalized her pleasure. Her cries named him a sex God. She screamed to be fucked harder, and he happily obliged.

She writhed beneath him and he pulled out of her wet snatch. She clawed at him, desperate to get more, and her hands hurt him. Weird, she was way stronger than she looked. When she pushed him in the bathroom, he’d been astonished at her strength.

“Now, little miss Danvers,” he whispered in her ear. “I’m going to fuck your pretty mouth.”

Kara shook her head no, but her hand fingered her pussy, she was completely gone on account of the aphrodisiac and the G. He straddled her beautiful face and shoved his dick into her mouth, using his torso to leverage the shaft deep into her throat. The young reporter gagged, and coughed, fighting him. At one point she pushed him back out of her throat, but then he pinned her wrists and thrust down, burying her nose in his pubes. She gagged, and her throat was so warm, so soft. He released a load and pulled out his throbbing, sticky cock, trailing sperm and spit across her plump lips.

“I’ll be right back slut,” he said. Whistling to himself, he handcuffed her to the bedpost, and then closed the door behind him as he went down the beautiful, spiral staircase that lead to the kitchen.

Grabbing a bottle of wine and conspiring to toast the defilement of Kara Danvers, he applied the corkscrew. As he pulled at the cork, he squeezed the bottle hard. The glass exploded in his hand and he looked down in amazement. There were pieces of glass stuck in his hand. He looked closer and plucked a shard free. No blood came out. There wasn’t even a scratch. What the hell?

His thoughts immediately went to Kara. If touching her made him this strong... Rick ran up the stairs, a sudden, insane idea in his mind, one that made him giggle manically. He found her in a mewling mess on the bed. A blonde; petite, beautiful, and hard to hurt. The list of people that looked like she did with a lot of strength was very short. His phone was vibrating, so Rick went to the bedside table and unlocked it.

James fucking Olsen from Catco had sent him seven fucking texts. What the fuck was up with that douchebag? Wait, James was friends with Superman. And if Kara Danvers was who Rick thought she was...

The last text read: “I know you went out with Kara tonight and now she’s not answering her phone. You better not do anything stupid. I’m coming to your place rn.”

Fuck. Rick looked at Kara, laying naked and half-conscious on his bed, and then typed a response to James. “Kara got too drunk. Dropping her off at home now.” He dosed Kara with more GHB, to make sure she wouldn’t remember what happened, and it knocked her out cold. Then he decided to go out to the lawn and test his new theory about Miss Danver’s secret identity.

Rick stood on the back lawn with Kara held in his hands like a disgraced bride. Her head was lolling over his arm. “Let’s see if you are who I think you are.”

Bending his knees, Rick launched into the air and flew for the first time in his life. He laughed so hard that tears streamed from his face.



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Kara’s phone rang and she answered with a groan. It was James.

“Kara, where are you? Lena’s been asking. Are you all right?”

“Ugh, I dunno,” she said. “I went out for dinner with Rick last night and then everything went black.”

“Jesus Kara, why’d you go out for dinner with that guy?”

“I was trying to make friends,” Kara said. She kept the real reason secret. “At least I woke up in my own bed.”

“I hate to say it but I agree. You were totally vulnerable Kara. How did that even happen? Aren’t you basically immune to alcohol?”

“Yeah,” Kara said, frowning, but her hangover was very real. “I feel terrible.”

“Maybe he drugged you with something strong enough to knock out Supergirl.”

“If that were true, why did I wake up at home in bed with all my clothes on?”

“Good point.”

“Kara, I told Alex. This is seriously bad. I'm worried, and so is she.”

“James, c’mon, I don-“

Kara heard the door to her apartment open. “I gotta go.” She hung up on his explanations and sat up, trying to look like she wasn’t dying of the world’s worst hangover.

“Kara?”

“I’m in bed,” Kara said.

“You missed work today?” Alex said.

“I - I got a little too drunk last night.”

“What? By yourself? James told me, and I’m concerned. Hank is really worried, he’s talking about putting you on suspension.”

“I wasn't by myself,” Kara said.

“Kara you shouldn’t even be able to get drunk. Who were you with? Is it this mystery guy you won’t talk about?”

“It’s not like that,” Kara said. Her lip trembled and she remembered Rick saying that he’d moved on “He lost interest in me.”

“I’m sorry,” Alex said. She sat next to Kara in bed and rubbed her back. “Who was he?”

“A guy at work,” Kara said.

“Wanna talk about it?”

Kara remembered being in the bathroom and wanting to be treated like a slut. She remembered his firm hands, and his manhood thrusting up inside. She shook her head.

“Kara, you need to talk to someone, this guy is messing you up,” Alex said. “I’m scared. I’ve never seen you like this.”

“It’s okay Alex, I just want to be alone okay?”

She felt Alex’s fingers stroking her back. Kara refused to say more than a word at a time and her sister got up and left. It was for the best, she couldn't know what had happened. No one could know. But she brought up a good point. How had she gotten so drunk? And why was Rick seemingly immune to her strength?

Kara shook her head and got to her feet. She stumbled into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. There was a knock at the door. Walking into the entrance hall, she raised her voice. “Leave me alone Alex.”

“Delivery,” came a voice. Confused, Kara opened the door and found a UPS man. “Kara Danvers?”

“Yes,” she said.

“Sign here please.”

Kara scrawled her signature and accepted the parcel.

“What is this?”

“I dunno,” the UPS man said. He went on his way in a hurry.

Closing the door, she examined the parcel. It was thin, and it felt like there were just a few pieces of paper inside. The address, her own, had been attached to the package by a printed label, so there was no identifying handwriting.

Sitting on the couch, she cracked the seal with her thumb and dumped the contents of the package onto the couch beside her. Her heart hammered in her chest when she saw the contents. There was a photo of her lying completely naked on a fancy bed. Her eyes were wide open and she looked aroused. What the heck?

She flipped around the other photo and saw a close up of her lips wrapped around the head of a penis. Why couldn't she remember any of this? The penis - she recognized it. Oh my god, he’d raped her. Rick had drugged and raped her! Did he do the same when he took her in the bathroom? She’d felt so weak then, she hadn’t been able to hurt him. That wasn’t normal, and this was as close to a feasible explanation as she’d discovered.

There was a third piece of paper with a website printed on it, as well as a password. Kara opened her laptop and plugged in the website ID: www.kd10000.net. The website asked for a password. Kara entered the password: Iamaslut. Cute. She wanted to make that monster pay for what he did to her.

The website loaded and Kara saw a number of videos. She clicked play on the first one and saw Rick having sex with her in a very rough manner. She was moaning and screaming as he hammered into her. Oh god, this looked terrible. It didn’t look forced at all.

Her phone rang. Kara jumped and then looked at the caller ID. It was Rick.

“Hello?” she said. She felt faint, angry, and scared.

“I see you've logged into my little website,” Rick said. “Did you like the password?"

“You do know this is illegal right?”

“Of course,” Rick said. “What are you going to do about it Kara? You’re no one. Powerless. And you’re going to be my fuck toy. Be outside your apartment at seven p.m. and Steven will pick you up.”

“No,” Kara said. “I’ll come to you. What’s your address?” She heard him pause. Good, he was cautious. He hadn’t won yet. “What do you want?”

“You,” he said. “I want to make you beg for what you need. You’re a little whore Kara.”

Kara put on a voice of pleading, trying to convince him to give his address. “Please, please, please, just don’t show anyone those videos. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Okay, my address is 1240 Wicking Crescent. It’s on the outskirts of the city.”

“I’ll see you at seven, just don’t show anyone those videos.”

“Good girl,” he said. Then he hung up. Kara grinned and cracked her knuckles. Supergirl would be introducing Rick Gates to a whole world of pain. And then she’d make him show her the tapes and she'd destroy them. He wouldn’t be able to say no to Supergirl. After, he'd go to jail for the rest of his miserable life.

Chapter 7

Everything was ready to capture and enslave Supergirl. Rick Gates was beside himself with excitement. He could hardly believe his luck. Who would have thought that Supergirl really was so sexually frustrated? Kara, who had been Supergirl all along, could’ve beaten his skull in when he dominated her in the bathroom. He’d thought she was just a cute little idiot who he could wrap around his finger and fuck seven ways from Sunday. But this was so much better. His associates in the society would be most impressed. The guys were usually excited when one of their number managed to subjugate a celebrity, but this - this was a whole new level.

The Gates family had a power they’d hidden from the world for centuries. A gift passed down from father to oldest son and so on. Rick’s little siblings were jealous, but a round with Supergirl would go a long way to restoring good favor. When Rick touched someone with his lips he drained half of their power and added it to his own, normally human, strength. So when he touched Supergirl she went to fifty percent strength, and he gained the strength of half a Supergirl. It put them on an even playing field. His superior intellect made it almost too easy.

He’d never noticed before. It explained partially why she was so afraid of him, both Kara and Supergirl. She’d been hurt by his slaps, and his abuse when normally a man would be incredibly injured if he tried to strike her. His identity and his ability were still safe though, he figured, because otherwise, she wouldn’t be coming over. He was half afraid that she’d tell her friends and family about him, but James hadn’t said anything to him at work today. He knew how close they were. If James knew, he would’ve attacked Rick, the self-righteous prick that he was.

Rick had told Lena he was afraid of Supergirl attacking him. The Luther heiress had provided Rick a neckless embedded with a rock of pure kryptonite. In Supergirl’s weakened state, after his touch, she would be flattened by the necklace. And then she’d be his slut. The most powerful girl in the world would worship his dick and clean his asshole with her sweet little tongue.

All he needed to do was kiss her. And he knew who Kara was, but she didn’t know who he was.

There was a knock at the door and Rick chuckled to himself. She could’ve blown the door in but she was still too timid. He’d scared the little slut silly. Hell, maybe she’d show up as Kara Danvers and blow him. He still got the sense she was secretly into being a fucktoy.

Rick walked leisurely down the stairs, feeling totally at peace and sure that his plan was going to work. He walked up to the front door and it exploded inwards, knocking him back and sending him sliding across the floor.

“Rick Gates,” she said. The door lifted away from his body, and Rick felt his nose. It was broken. He tried to rise but wobbled on his feet. “You messed with the wrong girl.” She kicked him in the chest and he flew up and back, crashing into the wall. Drywall flurried down around him.

He tasted blood in his mouth and felt true fear for the first time in his life. This crazy slut would kill him. She’d kill him and he’d never get close enough to kiss her.

“S-stop,” Rick said. Blood trailed down the front of his tuxedo, staining the shirt.

“You like hurting girls,” Supergirl said. She stood over him. “You stop when they asked you too?”

“Don’t kill me Supergirl,” he said. “It’s not you. You’re better than that.”

Supergirl laughed and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, you’re right, I better just take you to jail.” The idiot was really going to let him live, after everything he did to her. She pulled him to his feet and his face was inches from hers. He leaned in and pressed his lips against her cheek and gasped as power flowed through his body. It was more palpable this time because he was injured, and the pain instantly ebbed away as he sapped Supergirl’s strength. She turned and gave him a strange look.

“Thank you,” he said. “Miss Danvers.” Her eyes went wide as he grabbed her throat and lifted her into the air before slamming her onto the ground. She crashed down hard and the marble shattered beneath her. Rick climbed on top of her, reached into his jacket pocket, and retrieved the kryptonite necklace. He slung it around her neck as she stirred slowly from the strike. Then her eyes steadied and she swung her fist at his face. Her hand broke as it hit his now iron chin and she screamed. Laughing, Rick lifted her up holding her hands behind her back. He flew into the air, carrying her like a sack of wheat, and delivered her into his bedroom. Wrenching her blue-clad arms behind her back, he cuffed her wrists.

“Kara Danvers,” he said as he held her down on the bed, his hand clamped around her neck. “You never told me Supergirl was such a whore.”

“What are you doing? How are you doing this?” Kara’s eyes were wild with disbelief. she was glancing down at the kryptonite and then back up at him.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about that,” Rick said. He stroked her face. “You’re my slave now and all you need to worry about is the dick. You get that? Your whole identity now revolves around dick. Dick in your ass, dick in your pussy, dick in your mouth, maybe all three at once. You’re gonna be my slut Supergirl and I bet you’ll come to love it.”

Supergirl started to cry, looking anything but mighty in her uniform. Rick cuffed her legs to the bedposts and opened up the closet. He started to gather supplies for Kara - no Supergirl’s - training.

Chapter 8

Rick sat in his office, corresponding with his associates in the Society, and laughed out loud at their responses. Most of them said he was lying, there was no way he’d collared Supergirl, but they’d learn the truth soon enough. Supergirl would be a powerful tool. He was still dumbfounded by her defeat and an array of exciting possibilities were starting to unfold in his agile mind.

An alarm blared from his computer’s security system, rigged to the motion-sensing smart cameras around the estate. The cameras that had caught intruders were focused on two shapes, dropping down from the tall granite walls of his estate. One was clearly a woman, and the other was easily recognizable from Catco. James fucking Olsen. What the hell was he doing? Looking at the time, Rick saw that it was half past midnight. They must have checked on Kara and found her missing. These two dimwits probably decided to come to him looking for answers. He still doubted that Kara had told them the whole truth. James needed to be dealt with or the Society would never believe him. He hadn’t had time to film Supergirl’s sexual destruction and he only had video of Kara. The uniform would be all the proof he needed, but until then, he couldn’t let anyone interrupt his plans.

Rick returned to Supergirl who was silent as he entered. She wiped her face against his duvet covers, and Rick chuckled. A vain attempt to hide her tears from him. Her lashes were still wet and he couldn’t believe the Girl of Steel had been crying.

“Hello pet,” Rick said. He sat at the foot of the bed and caressed Kara’s head. She drew away from him, growling like a rabid dog and fixing him with angry eyes. Breaking this one would be truly satisfying. She was so willful, but she’d break. Especially because he knew her secret. Somewhere deep inside this self-righteous superheroine was a neglected sexual being that desperately wanted to be dominated.

“I’m not your pet,” Supergirl said.

“Oh Kara,” Rick said. “Self-denial won’t get you anywhere.” He leaned down and pressed his lips against her wrist, sapping her strength and making sure his power theft wouldn’t run out at an inconvenient time.

He got up and went to the door when Supergirl spoke. “You’re not going to do anything to me?”

Rick smiled, hearing the confusion in her voice, she almost sounded like she wanted it. He turned and faced her. “I know how bad you want to be used and abused Kara, but it’ll have to wait.”

Then he closed the door and went down the spiral staircase. The grounds were dark through the enormous glass windows. He hit the emergency lights and beams of illumination flooded the grounds. He saw on the security cam that James and his companion were walking across the Italian gravel driveway.

Striding out of his front door, he made eye contact with James, knowing exactly where these clumsy infiltrators were hiding. His companion was a woman in her late 20s with short red hair, angry eyes, and a fit body. She would be a lot of fun to break too, he could tell she was a fighter, but he’d leave such thoughts for later. A slut in the hand in better than two in the bush.

“James,” Rick said. “I wasn’t aware of your enthusiasm for trespassing.”

“Where’s Kara?” James said. His eyes were hard and his posture was threatening. The two intruders stalked across the driveway, past Rick’s limos and exotic cars, before stopping a few feet away.

“Kara?” Rick said. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen her since she got too drunk at dinner the other night. The girl really can’t hold her liquor, can she?”

“Cut the crap,” the woman said. “We know you’re messing with Kara an-“

“Who are you?” Rick asked. “I like to know the names of people who accuse me of foul play.”

“Alex,” she said. She met James’s eye and he nodded. “Alex Danvers.”

Rick couldn’t help it, an enormous smile spread across his face. So it was Kara’s sister and her friend James who came to the rescue. It was clear by the lack of reinforcements that they didn’t know about the rape, or at least they didn’t have proof.

“Well, Miss Danvers, I don’t know anything about Kara’s whereabouts. All I know is that she’s a nice girl and a coworker of mine.”

“We're coming in to take a look around,” James said.

“I don’t think so,” Rick said. “Unless you’re both police officers and you have a warrant.”

“Fuck your warrant,” Alex said. She flashed a badge at him too quickly to read and he chuckled.

“Let me see that again,” Rick said.

Alex sighed and held up her badge for him. It read DEO, Defense of Extranormal Operations. How interesting.

“Let us in,” James said. “Or we’ll know you have Kara. She has a lot of friends who really care about her, powerful friends, and if you don’t let us in, they’re going to be coming for you.”

“You have a badge, but I’m still not seeing a warrant. And you’re trespassing on my property,” Rick said. “I have powerful friends too Mr. Olsen.”

Alex planted her feet and James tightened his jaw. Rick knew what was coming next. They were going to try and force their way into his home. Let them try. Alex struck first. She lunged forward, a taser appearing in her hand, ready to hit Rick and disable him. The look of surprise on her face when he side-stepped her attack filled Rick with a sense of pride. His fist caught her under the chin and she flew fifteen feet into the air, arcing before falling hard on the grass in a crumpled heap.

“Oh no you didn’t,” James said. He rushed forward, head low, trying to tackle Rick. Rick’s fist knocked James flat on the ground, aided by Supergirl’s strength, and he didn’t stir. Both of Supergirl’s rescuers lay still.

Rick sent a text to his groundskeeper. “There’s some trash on the front lawn and the driveway. Kindly deposit them onto the street for me. Thanks.”

After dealing with the hapless intruders, Rick turned back to his estate, excited to update Supergirl on the status of her friend and sister.



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As soon as Rick left his bedroom, Supergirl sat up in the bed and planned her escape. Her ankles were chained to the bedposts, restricting the movement of her legs, and her wrists were cuffed behind her back. The kryptonite necklace hung around her neck, pressing against her cleavage, close enough to see but she couldn’t do anything. She just needed to get that necklace off and she could escape. There was no way she would let him use her like a toy. Never again.

Supergirl used her chin to lift the chain of the necklace into her mouth and tried to yank it up. It slipped from her teeth, wetted by her spit, and she groaned in anxious terror. Leaning forward, she fell onto the floor at the foot of the bed, resting the crown of her head on the carpet. Using her teeth, she tried again to slide the necklace down her face so it would slip off and free her.

The door opened. Kara whimpered and spat out the necklace.

“What is goin’ on in here?” The voice wasn’t Rick’s. It was far less magnetic. Rough hands gripped her shoulders and lifted her up. The chauffeur placed her back on the bed and then stood a few feet away to admire her. “Holy shit, Supergirl was the pretty little thing from the other night. Or rather, the pretty little thing from the other night was Supergirl.”

“Please,” Supergirl said. “Help me get out of here. I keep the city safe.”

The man had a kind face and his eyes sparkled as she appealed to him. “Oh I want to help you out Supergirl, but I’ve never had an opportunity like this before.” He crept closer to the foot of the bed and his hands stroked her long legs. Supergirl’s face set and she glared at the man, wishing she had her laser vision to burn him alive. “Yeah, I think old Steven’s gonna have himself a super fuck.”

His belt came undone, releasing his black pants to fall at his ankles, and then he worked down his boxers and pulled out his penis. It was a pitiful thing and filled Supergirl with a sense of disgust. Flaccid too. Despite everything else, Rick really did have an impressive penis. Supergirl shook her head, fighting the nausea rising in her stomach. Rick has an impressive penis? What’s wrong with me?

The chauffeur mangled the panties under her skirt with rough hands, scratching her precious place, clumsy in his attempts to open a way inside her. Her costume shorts tore with a loud ripping sound and then he chuckled to himself, throwing them on the floor.

“You’re all but helpless ain’t you sweet thang?” Steven said. He angled himself between her legs and Supergirl closed her eyes. She tried to imagine she was anywhere else but the image of his pathetic penis kept entering her head. Waiting for him to violate her, she counted down the seconds, but penetration never came. Steven cursed and she peeked through one eye. He was having trouble parting her legs far enough for his pitiful member to reach her special place. Supergirl almost laughed and would’ve been crying with amusement if it weren’t for the serious nature of the situation.

“Dammit,” Steven said. He scratched his head, his flaccid member hanging out underneath the tails of his white dress shirt. “I’m gonna undo your ankle chains, then I’ll be able to spread your legs as wide as I like, got it? Don’t try anythin’ pretty girl.”

Supergirl put on an innocent facade and shook her head no, trying to look scared, but she felt a surge of hope. If he undid her chains, she’d escape. She had no doubt about it. Steven looked into the top drawer of a nearby cabinet, then pulled out a ring of keys. He slid a key into the lock on her right ankle and the pressure lifted. Then he repeated the procedure on her left shackle.

As soon as her legs were free, Supergirl rocked back and exploded into Steven’s face with a kick. He stumbled back across the carpet, cursing. Landing on her feet, Supergirl rushed him and brought her knee up to crunch into his skull. He dropped like a stone. She knelt by his unconscious body, searching for the keys. A hard task with her hands bound behind her back. Wood creaked outside the bedroom. Footsteps. Darn.

Supergirl abandoned the keys and ran at the window of Rick’s bedroom, launching herself through it. The glass shattered and she plummeted from the second story, landing on her feet in the wet grass. Her ankle flared up in pain but she broke immediately into a run, spurred on by adrenaline. Agony wracked her foot and her ankle, so she limped, but she made good progress around the house. She found a small metal gate that opened into a forest outside the grounds.

She opened the gate by turning around and clasping the handle with her bound hands, then almost fell through backward. Her ankle really hurt, it was really messed up, and she was still weighed down by that damn necklace. Ignoring the pain, she stumbled through the dark forest. A log tripped her up and she fell heavily on her stomach, the breath knocked out of her. Turning onto her back, she saw the moon through the branches, and her head felt light at the lack of oxygen. She was so close to escaping. No time for rest. Never again.

Forcing herself up, she kept moving, limiting the weight she put on her bum ankle, and before long she reached an isolated road that wound in between the forests at the edge of Rick’s estate. Two bright beams from a car's headlights filtered through the night and Supergirl stumbled out onto the road. The car screeched to a stop just feet from her and the driver’s door opened. A man placed one foot outside the car and stood, looking at her, obscured by the bright lights. Supergirl squinted to limit the glare, but she still couldn’t make him out.

“What the hell you doin’?”

“Oh my goodness, thank you so much for stopping. I need help, please,” Supergirl said.

The man hesitated. “All right, get in.”

Supergirl limped around the side of the car and got into the passenger seat. Her eyes started to adjust to the dark interior of the car as the man started driving. She looked over at him and saw a grubby man with a felt cap. He was older, maybe sixty or so, and he drove up the winding road. They would pass by Rick’s property if she had the right approximation of their direction, so Supergirl ducked down in her seat.

To her horror, the man pulled up to the front gate of the estate.

“What are you doing?” she cried. She tried the door but it was locked.

“Mr. Gates wouldn’t like it if his new pet ran away,” the man said. He rolled down the window and hit the intercom. It started to ring. When Supergirl heard Rick’s voice, she panicked and attacked the driver, trying to bite his face. He hit her with his elbow and she slumped back, groaning from the blow to her head.

“What is it?”

“I found your pet Mr. Gates. Down the road aways.”

“Well done George, bring her in and don’t let her go anywhere.”

“You got it boss.”

George grabbed a handful of Supergirl’s hair and slammed her into the dashboard. She crumpled and everything went black.

Chapter 9

Rick greeted George with a hug when he pulled into the parking lot of the Estate. Supergirl was out cold in the passenger seat. When he’d returned to his room he’d found Steven, that horndog idiot, lying on the ground with a nasty gash on his head. He’d had the idea to call George, one of his groundskeepers, who liked to drive at night. He'd warned the man to keep an eye out for Supergirl. The half an hour when he’d thought she was gone had been terrible. He’d paced his kitchen, compulsively checking his cameras, covered in a cold sweat. The dumb slut had escaped. She really was a willful creature, but luck had not been on Supergirl’s side and here she was, delivered to him once again.

“You like football George?” Rick asked.

“I do sir,” George said.

“Want to go to the Superbowl?”

“Yes sir. Thank you sir,” George said.

“No,” Rick said. He smiled genuinely. “Thank you George. This little bitch almost got away and we couldn’t have that, could we?”

“No sir.”

“Call the airport and have my plane prepared. We leave tonight.”

“Yes sir.”

Steven appeared at the front door, groaning and holding a cloth to his head.

“There he is,” Rick said.

“Sorry Mr. Gates,” Steven said. “I couldn’t resist.”

“I know you have your flaws Steven, but you’re lucky George caught her or I’d have you fired. Still, you need to be punished. You’ll stay here when we go to the big game and take care of business.”

“Yes sir,” Steven said.

Rick went to George's car and picked up Supergirl, slinging her over his shoulder, before carrying her to the limo. “But first, drive us to the airport.”



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Kara regained consciousness and her head felt fuzzy like it was stuffed with cotton. The room she was in was moving and there was a gentle ambient hum in the background. She opened her eyes and saw she was in a cabin, the interior of a plane. Rick sat across from her and fixed her with a serious look when their eyes met.

“Kara,” Rick said. “How nice of you to join us. I’m sure you’re familiar with the sensation of flying. Flying through the air with superpowers is one thing. I prefer to travel in style.”

Numb after being defeated again, Kara sat up and looked around. The cabin of the plane was gorgeous with polished wood tables, leather armchairs, long leather couches, and a beautiful backlit bar filled with alcohol. There were only two other people in the cabin. Rick sat across from her, and to her right was the old man who’d picked her up on the road. The old man was feasting his eyes on her body, and she squirmed uncomfortably. Then her new outfit registered in her muddled thoughts.

Expensive lingerie, pastel blue bordered with pink, frilly and girly. As she shifted, her butt cheeks clung to the leather and she realized how very minimal her undies were. He’d dressed her up like a doll. Pale blue leggings came halfway up her thighs. The kryptonite necklace was gone, but she felt something at her neck. Tugging at the collar, she realized it was tight to her skin, and there was a ring at the front. She couldn't feel any latches or buttons. Kara shuddered. Maybe he’d forgotten about the kryptonite and she had her powers back.

She lunged forward, drawing back her fist, but her hair caught, and the old man reeled her in, holding her in place with a tight grip on her locks.

“That’s right, you’re definitely not super. The collar around your neck is more potent than the necklace and immeasurably harder to remove, I’m sure. But no need to fret my little blowjob princess, you’ll be free of the kryptonite collar before long.” Rick smirked at her, the victorious conqueror, and his eyes glimmered with evil intent.

“Let me go,” Kara said. “You’ll never survive. My friends will save me and you’ll be in big trouble Rick. They’ll kill you.”

“I don’t think so,” Rick said. He waggled a single finger in front of her nose and then bopped her. “You’ll be back in National City come Monday morning to be at work like the good girl you are. And in the meantime, you’ll be calling your friend, James Olsen, and your sister, Alex Danvers, to let them know you’re all right and you’re just taking a much-needed vacation.”

Kara drew back from Rick. He knew about Alex. How? The old man released her and went back to hungrily admiring her body. “Why would I do that?”

“Because if you don’t, George here is gonna make you drink toilet water,” Rick said. He smiled. “I’m very dehydrated, and I’ve momentarily forgotten how to flush. There’s a most unpleasant cocktail waiting for you in the bathroom if you don’t do what I want.”

“You - that’s disgusting,” Kara said. Her face scrunched up and she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. To treat her like that. How dare he.

“Disgusting, yes, but all the more reason for you to do as I ask.” Rick held out his phone and Kara took it in one shaking hand. “If you try to alert your friends as to the truth, I’ll hold your head in the toilet until you pass out. Got it?”

Kara’s face broke and tears collected on the surface of her eyes. She shook her head and fought off her misery, she didn’t want him to see her cry. Rick sat next to her on the armchair and wrapped his arm around her. He cooed and comforted her, stroking her head. Kara shook. This situation was unbearable. Where is he taking me? She didn’t want to drink piss, and she believed him when he said he’d hold her head in the toilet. He was sick.

“Take your time, collect your thoughts, and make sure you sound like your usual sunny self,” Rick said. “We wouldn’t want to have to use the toilet for punishment now, would we?”

Trembling, Kara let Rick wipe away her tears. She dialed James first. Kara told him she was all right and she was just taking a much-needed vacation. James sounded incredibly relieved and asked when she’d be back. Kara numbly repeated Rick’s instructions that she’d be home Monday. James said he wanted to have a board games night with her when she got back, and that he was sorry he’d been spending so much time with Lena. He wanted to make sure they stayed close friends. Kara couldn’t speak for almost ten seconds, afraid her voice would crack, and she fought the tears threatening to break down her cheeks. Finally, she said bye and James was satisfied.

Alex was harder to convince. She drilled Kara with questions, and Kara answered as best she could, but Alex seemed really upset with her. That made Kara feel terrible. She’d been such an idiot in how she dealt with Rick. These people loved her, really cared about her, and she’d kept them at an arms distance for fear of the shame. What would happen to her now? What shames would Rick force her to endure? Finally, she convinced Alex everything was okay and that she’d see her sister on Monday night. They were both appeased and Kara sat back, wallowing in her despair.

“Great, now that that’s taken care of,” Rick said. “It’s time to play. Business before pleasure, right Kara?”

Kara didn’t respond, she just watched as Rick rose and went to a cabinet in one of the walls. He pulled out a piece of paper and a tupperware container full of things that rattled and shook.

“Come over to the table Kara,” Rick said. He sat at the fine wooden table and placed a rubber penis in front of him. The dildo was twelve inches long at least, and ribbed. The sight of it terrified Kara. She’d never played with toys before and this one would tear her apart.

Moving too slow for George’s liking, Kara cried out when he grabbed her hair and dragged her across the cabin, depositing her in the chair.

“We’re going to play a little game, Miss Danvers,” Rick said.

Chapter 10

“I’m going to write the players on this piece of paper,” Rick said. He held up a blank sheet to Kara. “This is paper, it’s what real writers work on.”

“I know,” Kara said.

“Do you? I can never be sure you pretty little idiot." George snicked. They both thought they were so funny. "Next, we select players.”

Rick divided the page into four columns. In the first column, he started by writing his name in an elegant, cursive hand. Kara noted his writing was much neater than hers. Why am I thinking about that? She didn’t feel like herself at all. All sense of power and confidence, which usually made her stand tall, had completely vanished. Despite her fear, she couldn’t help but notice the tingling in her groin, and she shook her head. What’s happening to me?

Rick wrote his own name in the first column, followed by 'George' and finally he wrote ‘Derek.’

“Who’s Derek?” Kara asked.

Rick picked up the dildo and walked around the table, then playfully slapped Kara’s face with the rubbery penis. “Kara, Derek. Derek, Kara.”

Dropping ‘Derek’ onto the table, he returned to his piece of paper and paused to think. “What equipment should I use George?”

George smiled and leaned forward, gesturing at the tupperware with his chin. “What are we working with?”

Kara watched with horror as Rick opened the tupperware container and pulled out all manner of illicit substances. Enormous ziploc bags of pills, joints and dark stones, glass pipes blackened with char, syringes, and vials of sinister elixirs.

“Just about anything you can imagine,” Rick said. He met Kara’s eye across the table. Her lip was trembling, and no matter how she tried to fight the unconscious tick, she couldn’t stop. She was scared, but she was also so wet. They were going to use her and they’d get her messed up enough so that she wouldn’t be able to resist, no, she wouldn’t want to resist. Drugs broke down inhibitions, and Kara’s inhibitions had been her only defense against Rick conquering her body, mind, and soul.

“I select the aphrodisiac as my equipment,” Rick said. He wrote down his selection next to his name. “For George, we’ll use alcohol. Good old fashioned fun, right George?”

“You got it boss.” He grinned at Kara and squeezed her thigh under the table.

“Derek’s equipment will be quaaludes,” Rick said. He admired his work and grinned at Kara, winking like a scoundrel. This game didn’t seem like very much fun.

The third column drew Rick’s attention next. He studied the space next to his name, and then looked at Kara like she was an object he was considering purchasing. “Stand up Kara, let me take a good look at you.”

She didn’t move, didn’t want to play his game. What he was doing to her was horrible, and now he wanted her to flaunt herself for him? Forget it. Then she was standing up to lessen the pain in her scalp as George yanked her up by her hair.

“You’ve got such a pretty face Kara,” Rick said. “But I’ve already fucked it twice. Your pussy is nice and tight, an advantage of your prudish disposition, but I’ve had that too. Turn her around George.”

Kara felt her cheeks burning as George turned her around and revealed her shapely ass.

“Bend over slut,” Rick commanded.

George’s grip on her hair tightened so Kara bent over and felt her butt cheeks spreading.

“Ah yes, you do have a fine ass Kara. That will be the piece I will conquer,” Rick said. She heard his pencil scratching on the paper. George released her hair and she started to straighten when his hand struck her ass and she whimpered. “Sit down.”

Kara listened to Rick’s command and sat at the table as he moved down the column to give George a piece of her body. They treated her like property, she had no say in which part of herself she would give up, or to whom.

“George will get your face,” Rick said. “Sound good buddy?”

“Sounds great,” George said. He was staring at her lips. “She’s a looker.”

“She’s a gagger too, believe me,” Rick said. He chuckled. “And Derek gets your pussy. I think he can do the most good there.”

Rick moved on to the fourth column and started to write. “I will have my way with Kara in the bathroom.” Kara looked at him in shock. “Hey, it’s an homage to the first time I took you, I’m a romantic at heart.” She shook her head, the dread making her feel cold. Shivering, she wished she had a blanket to cover herself up.

“George will have you on the couch, that should be easier on your back, right George?”

“Thanks boss,” George said.

“And Derek will have you in an armchair,” Rick said. He smiled and admired his paper. “Okay, let the games begin.”

The men wasted no time in getting the games underway. George pulled out a leash from somewhere in his jacket and clipped it to the ring on Kara’s collar. She tried struggling but he choked her until she stopped moving. With the collar wrapped in George’s hand, he yanked her to her feet and she stumbled into his arms. He groped her body with his rough fingers, squeezing her butt so hard she was worried it would bruise.

“Stop,” Kara said. As the words came out, she heard the lack of conviction, the passive tone.

“Shit, I think you’re right boss.” George said. “This slut likes rough treatment.”

“Oh yes she does George,” Rick said. “We’ll have her right where we want before long.”

Kara sighed. I’m powerless. There’s nothing I can do in this situation. They have complete control over me. Her breath became more shallow as she looked at Rick, standing tall and confident in his black business suit, filling a syringe with some clear liquid. An aphrodisiac. That meant it would make her turned on, didn’t it? She was already turned on and trying to hide it, she really did like being submissive. How did he know that when she didn’t? She’d never suspected what had been missing in her relationships, but he’d seen - he’d figured her out in just under a week. Kara felt more out of control than she ever had in her life, and as much as that scared her, it excited her too.



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Rick injected Kara Danvers with the syringe, injecting the sexual stimulant into her ass cheek, and then he took her from George. Winding her leash around his hand, he pulled her close and held her chin so their eyes met. He watched as the drugs took effect and the reservation, the fear, and the timidity faded away. The ice blue pupils of her eyes melted and caught fire, and her mouth parted. Her chest heaved as she fought the effects of arousal that were quickly invading her body, destroying her self-awareness. She'd become more and more susceptible to enjoying sexual pleasure, no matter how humiliating or degrading.

“Are you excited to get fucked in the ass?” Rick asked.

Kara gasped as the drug rose in intensity and tried to avoid his gaze, but he held her chin in place and leaned in, holding his lips inches from hers. Finally, she broke the truce and kissed him. He pulled away and dragged her towards the bathroom by pulling on her collar. She choked for breath until she started walking at his pace and then Rick flung the bathroom door open and pushed her inside. George held the door open so he could watch.

Rick bent her over by applying pressure to the back of her neck, and she braced herself with hands on each side of the toilet. Rick’s dick was rock hard and ready to go as he relieved it from his boxer shorts. Trying to drill into her hole using the head, he found she was too tight, and she started to cry out in pain. Reaching down, Rick ran his fingers between the folds of her pussy and she shuddered violently. The slut was sopping wet!

“You're loving this, aren’t you Miss Danvers?” Rick asked.

Kara moaned and shook her head, but when he applied pressure to her clitoris, her moans drowned out her protest. Using his soaked fingers, he began opening her asshole. Kara gasped when he put two fingers inside of her, and her legs started to shake. “I had a feeling you would like it in the ass.”

Whimpering again, Kara shook her head, but then his cock slid into the ring of her ass, perched on the entrance of her bowels. Holding her leash in one hand, he wrapped her hair in his other hand and pulled as he thrusted. His enormous penis only made it about an inch deep and Kara screamed in pain. Withdrawing his cock so it was on the edge of her asshole, he plunged into her again, this time striking deeper, two inches into her supple ass.

Kara screamed again, not a sound of pleasure, but that would come in time. This girl was as close to a virgin as they come in today’s day and age, and she’d definitely never had anything up her ass. The young slut was in for a brutal awakening.

On the third thrust, Kara’s ass relaxed and gave up. Her little bum swallowed his cock up to the hilt and she gave a hoarse gasp, changing her grip on the toilet, grabbing the lid in different places. Rick pulled her back up against him and looked at her face. There were tears streaking down her cheeks, but now her lips were open, her cheeks flushed. She met his gaze and shuddered. Slamming the toilet lid shut, he used his grip on her hair to force her down, pressing her face against the pale white plastic. Her peachy ass pointed up at him and he drew back, only to put all of his weight into the next thrust. Kara gasped, and he felt her little frame shaking beneath him. Resisting his impulse to pound her into oblivion, Rick pumped in and out of her with slow, steady strokes, burying himself in her rear end up to the hilt every time. In less than a minute of this rhythmic ass fucking, Kara started to moan.

“You like it you little fuck slut,” Rick said. George laughed from behind him. Kara tried to shift, to look over her shoulder at him, but he held her down with a tight grip on her blonde tresses.

Her moans grew louder, and her legs shook violently. Her voice gave way to breathless, croaks as her body stiffened and she seized. Rick pulled his dick out until only the head remained inside of her and waited for her pleasure to fade.

“Did I tell you to cum?”

“Mwno."

“You better learn to behave slut,” Rick said. Then he let go of his self-control and pistoned in and out of her ass at a terrible tempo. Kara wailed as he stretched her ass, stabbing her bowels with his enormous cock, and Rick felt his release coming. He grabbed her hair and pulled her up again, squeezing one of her pert tits through the bra. His tongue slipped into her mouth. She greeted his kiss eagerly, hungrily even, and then his dick exploded inside of her, pumping a flood of jizz into her ass. Kara flinched as her ass filled with cum, obviously unused to the sensation, but she’d come to love it.

He held her upright like that for several moments as he dick went limp. “Good girl.” One last kiss on the lips and Rick released her. Kara's legs gave out and she fell to her knees, breath weathered. Her back was covered in sweat, and her skin was flushed. Her whimper transitioned into a cry of anguish. Rick met George by the door and looked at his conquest. Cum leaked out of Kara’s ass, which had been gaped wide open, and made a puddle on the floor.

“Clean that up,” Rick commanded. Kara turned around and straightened, sitting on her knees, confused, until Rick drew her attention to the dirty jizz on the floor of the bathroom. “Lick it.”

Kara shook her head no. “Make her do her duty,” Rick said to George. The old man chuckled and moved towards Kara. She tried to shy away from him, but he caught her leash and forced her head down to the floor. Though she fought, he slapped her ass hard and her defiance ceased. Before long she was licking the floor clean of jizz like a bargain bin whore.

“Round two of the game,” Rick said. “Come take your medicine Superslut.”

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