CHOOSE MY FETISH FOR ME!

After giving it some consideration, I settled on CHOOSE MY FETISH FOR ME! as the trait I wanted. Honestly, the _I DO HAVE A FETISH, AND I CAN’T STOP!_ option seemed like it would cause a much more intense reaction in Supergirl, but having the ability to dictate her new fetishes myself was too good an opportunity to give up.

The new FETISH entry appeared right away on Supergirl’s profile, along with both of the Locks I’d unlocked. Giggling to myself just a little, I clicked on the little textbox and typed in Supergirl’s sudden new fetish.

FETISH: Misogyny

Kind of obvious I know, but my reasoning behind it was pretty simple. Supergirl would likely just be getting home by now. She’d probably have a shower, then change into her Kara Danvers identity. She’d almost certainly be thinking about the events of the night’s mission. And when she did…

I smirked and giggled to myself a bit more.

I wondered how she would justify it to herself?

KARA

I slipped out of the dress I’d been wearing during the sting operation and stepped into the shower. Honestly, I probably didn’t even need it, since I’d showered before leaving for the mission, but I kind of felt like I needed to wash the entirety of the night off my skin. Everything I’d been **** to do clung to me like a layer of grime.

I let out a contented sigh as I let the warm water run over me. Honestly, the sooner I could put the night behind me, the better. All those ridiculous sexist things I’d been **** to do just to gain entry had nearly made me walk away then and there. The way they’d been set up, it was clear that whoever ran the place hadn’t accounted for women entering. That place was a boy’s club, no doubt, and it catered to a very specific, very sexist kind of clientele.

Heck, if the entire entry process hadn’t tipped me off, the… show certainly did. I mean yeah, I get it, I specifically asked for the misogyny show, but it hadn’t made the contents any less gross or wrong. That first one alone had made me want to smash through the wall and start breaking things just to make the entire ordeal stop.

The idea that someone fantasized about doing that to their _harassment victim _made me sick. What was going on in that guy’s head? It wasn’t enough that he’d harassed this poor woman? He had to go the extra mile and **** her too? Not only that, but in this sick fantasy of his, another woman- another woman that was supposed to protect victims of ****, mind you- not only encouraged the ****, but participated in it as well!

I could practically feel my blood boiling as I replayed the scene in my head…

“So I’m sure you both know why I’ve called you in here today.” The HR Director… I think her name was ‘Janet’ said.

The blonde woman- ‘Cindy’ I think?- nodded solemnly.

The abuser- let’s call him Asshole- fidgeted nervously and didn’t make eye-contact with anyone.

“Cindy, you’ve come forward with some very serious accusations against Mr.Asshole here.” ‘Janet’ said, keeping a professional, but authoritative tone.

“Y-Yes ma’am, I have.” ‘Cindy’ said meekly.

“For the record, why don’t you go over them again, for everyone in the room?”

“Okay…” ‘Cindy’ took a moment to center herself before starting. “Since I’ve started here, Asshole has been making comments towards me regarding my appearance. At first, I didn’t mind all that much, I even enjoyed it a little. He’d say that I looked pretty, or that I could be a model, or that I looked even better that morning than I had the day before.”

She glanced at Asshole nervously before continuing. “But eventually, the compliments became more… lewd in nature. He’d come by and occasionally just say that if I undid a couple of the buttons on my top that I’d be- that I’d be promoted a lot quicker. Or that I should change up my lipstick choice since the boss likes the… the ‘whorish’ look more. The worst one was when he said that the female dress code should include kneepads, since that… since that would be more useful to female employees than computer training courses…”

“Mr. Asshole, do you deny any of these claims?” ‘Janet’ asked.

Asshole didn’t have the courage, or the decency to respond. He just kept fidgeting and staring at the table nervously.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself, Mr. Asshole?” ‘Janet’ asked, with a harder edge to her voice.

“N-No…” Asshole responded quietly.

“Good.” ‘Janet’ said imperiously. “Nor should you have to! This case is completely ridiculous, and I can’t believe it was brought to my attention in the first place!”

Asshole and ‘Cindy’ both looked up in alarm.

“This myth of sexual harrassment has proliferated for far too long in the workplace.” ‘Janet’ said. “Mr. Asshole, we here at the company are deeply sorry for the pain and suffering that these accusations have no doubt levied upon you.”

A slow, perverse grin was coming to Asshole’s face.

“Please, as compensation for all the hardship that you’ve been put through, please accept an immediate promotion and pay raise. Consider it our apology to you.” ‘Janet’ turned her attention towards ‘Cindy.’ “As for you, Cindy, you need to learn that you are a woman in the workplace. That comes with certain expectations. Those expectations are that you make yourself presentable to the men around you, and that when these men compliment you, no matter how lewd it might be, that you accept it with grace and appreciation!”

‘Cindy’ flinched a little as ‘Janet’ raised her voice at her.

“Now, although the company has made things right with Mr. Asshole for your inappropriate behavior,” ‘Janet’ practically sneered at her. “I suggest you do the right thing and make it up to Mr. Asshole yourself!”

“But- But- I don’t…” ‘Cindy’ looked close to tears. “How would I even do that?”

As if to answer her question himself, Asshole leapt across the table, grabbed a hold of ‘Cindy’s’ blouse, and ripped it open, sending buttons flying everywhere. The disgusting little man was practically drooling as he ogled the sight of ‘Cindy’s’ lacy black bra and breasts.

“You can make it up to me by showing me the goods for once, you fucking tease!” Asshole said, taking her breasts roughly into his hands.

‘Cindy’ whimpered, but didn’t fight back. ‘Janet’ meanwhile was staring on with a wide-eyed grin on her face. She was even leaning forward a little.

Asshole practically mauled at ‘Cindy’s’ breasts, pawing, kneading, and squeezing them with little regard to the blonde woman’s whines and pleads for him to stop. Eventually, he got fed up with the bra getting in the way and ripped it clean off of her body. That done, he leaned down and took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard before biting down on it.

“J-J-Janet!” ‘Cindy’ pleaded. “Please! Make him stop!”

‘Janet’ responded by walking over to ‘Cindy’ and slapping her across the face.

“Shut up, you dumb bitch!” She snapped. “You had the audacity to waste my time and try to ruin this innocent man’s career. You’re getting everything you deserve, you cock-teasing slut!”

Apparently that was enough to embolden Asshole further, because that was when he grabbed ‘Cindy’ by the hair and **** her to her feet. Completely ignoring the fact that the poor blonde was beginning to cry, he bent her over the table, and yanked her panties down around her ankles.

Kneading and squeezing at her ass, Asshole seemed to consider for a moment as he stared at her holes. Making his decision, he grinned maliciously as he pressed the head of his cock against ‘Cindy’s’ puckered asshole.

“N-N-No!” ‘Cindy’ begged, tears streaming down her face. “P-Please! I’m sorry! I-I won’t ever accuse anyone of sexual harrassment again! You can say wh-whatever you want to me, Mr. Asshole! Just please! Not this! Not This!”

“You’re going to give me everything you’ve been teasing me with these last few months, slut!” Asshole snarled. “But I’m gonna start with this tight little ass you’ve been wiggling for me every time you pass by!”

With that, he shoved himself inside of her, no warning and no lube. The pain must’ve been terrible, it certainly showed on ‘Cindy’s’ face as he kept thrusting into her, trying to shove the entirety of his length inside of her.

“No! Stop! Stop!” ‘Cindy’ wailed. “J-Janet! Please, make him stop!”

“Why? This is what you were made for!” ‘Janet’ said, one hand down her skirt and rubbing vigorously at her clit. “Don’t you get it yet, you dumb cunt? You’re a woman! That means that all you are in this office is a means for the real employees to get off! I mean look at you, those tits, that ass, you were fucking made for fucking! So stop your bitching and do what you were made for!”

‘Cindy’ sobbed helplessly as Asshole managed to thrust all of himself into her ass. “Th-This isn’t right! This isn’t right!” She wailed, as Asshole started pounding away at her ass in earnest.

She looked so helpless, so powerless, and worst yet, so defeated. It was clear from the look on her face that ‘Cindy’ knew that there was nothing that she could do. That her nightmare was only starting. She was a woman. He was a man. Which meant he could use her and there was nothing she could do about it.

I moaned.

I snapped back to reality as if I’d just been slapped across the face.

I was still in her shower, still allowing the warm water to splash across my body, but the position that I was standing in had changed considerably. My left hand toyed with my nipples, rolling and squeezing the rock-hard nubs between my fingers. My right hand meanwhile, had traveled down my body and was currently between my legs, teasing my folds.

I yanked both of my hands away at superspeed. I held them out at my sides, suddenly afraid of what they might do if I didn’t pay attention to them.

_What… What was _that?! I asked herself. Did I just… Why would I…

I realized with mounting mortification that the wetness between my legs had absolutely nothing to do with the shower. Shame filled me as I stood there, hands out at my side, too terrified to move.

I really just… But why would I…

That question repeated itself in my head over and over again. Why? Why? Why?

To my horror, I found that I knew why. And the answer made me want to throw up right then and there.

Because it was so fucking hot…