Power Girl

Power Girl was having a fairly uneventful night, which to her was a shame. After the stressful meetings she’d had all day at Starware industries, she was absolutely ready to beat a villain’s ass. Hell, even a street thug or mugger would do. Anything to break the monotony of the night and let her work out some frustration. Then she heard it. Across the city, a scream, and a call for help. She shot towards the noise, into a dark alley where a young woman was being pinned down by a man. Her blood ran cold. The woman’s shirt and skirt had been ripped off, leaving her only in her plain bra and panties, while the man had his pants and underwear around his ankles. Power Girls eyes flash red…a ****. Power Girl took flight again, preparing to smash the guy into the wall when suddenly everything stopped.

From around the corner, Glyanna and Model Citizen stepped into view.

“How long will they be frozen for?” Asked model citizen.

“Long enough for you to do what calculator said needs to be done. Get too it.” Glyanna walked over and examined the **** and his victim. Where she was from, the strongest ruled. She found both the victim and her assailant equally distasteful. “Repulsive.” she muttered under her breath. Faintly she could hear Model Citizen whispering in Power Girls ear. “So horny…need to get off…anything will do…submissive slut…can’t focus on anything else…”

“Alright, that should be good. Let’s get out of here and restart time”. The two villains saunter off, out of sight.

With a snap, time restarts, no one the wiser that anything even happened. Power Girl slammed into the ****, shoving him up against the wall. “OK asshole, I’m gonna beat your…FUUUCCCKKK” A wave of arousal hit her. She found her eyes drawn to the guy’s cock, dangling enticingly between his legs. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to stifle her growing lust.

“God…that cock looks magnificent…” She thought to herself. “Fuck, what’s gotten into me. I need to get a hold of myself.” She threw the **** on the ground and bound his arms behind his back, suppressing the lustful urges for now. She couldn’t keep her eyes from continuing to stray to his cock, and even caught herself involuntarily licking her lips once.

Power girl found her free hand slowing reaching towards the rapists’ groin before she caught herself and finished securing the man. She turned to comfort the woman as they awaited the police’s arrival. “Shhh…it’ll be ok, your safe now.” She said, taking the nearly naked young woman in her arms. Suddenly, the wave of arousal hit again, and she had to struggle not to move her hands to the woman’s pert little tits or attempt to slide her fingers into her cunt. “Oh god, what’s going on.” She moaned, eliciting a concerned look from the young lady. Through sheer **** of will, Power Girl shoved down her lustful feelings, visibly shaking from the effort, although they still lurked there, refusing to completely dissipate.

Once the handoff with the police was complete, she took off, flying at hypersonic speeds until she got to her apartment, panting with need. Once inside her living room, she collapsed onto her knees, her left hand pulling her tits out of the iconic “boob window” of her costume, mauling them, roughly pinching her nipples. Her other hand slide between her thighs, ripping open the crotch of her costume, two fingers sliding inside her needy cunt. Power Girl tried to make sense of the overpowering desire that had gripped her. She couldn't understand where it had come from or why it was so all-consuming, but at that moment, all that mattered was satisfying the carnal hunger within her. Her fingers pistoned in and out of her tight slit as she imagined all the things she’d have liked the **** to do to her. Her powers failing and him holding her down and fucking her, grabbing her head and throat fucking her over and over, cutting off her oxygen, **** her virginal ass. Images of her helping him **** the other woman flashed through her mind, sending her deeper and deeper into pleasure. “OH GOD! FUUUUUCCCKKNNNNGNNNGNGNG!” she cried out, Cumming harder than she had in a long time.

As her breathing slowed down and she began to come down from the heights of pleasure her orgasm had given her, she looked up, seeing she was not alone in the living room. Her protégé and roommate, Atlee, known as Terra, was standing in the doorway, a mortified look on her face, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. She had been so consumed by lust she hadn’t even thought to consider that Atlee might be home. Now, as she lay there almost fully naked, her hand and thighs sticky with her own juices, she felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. She tried to sit up and cover herself, but the remnant of the wave of lust still lingered in her mind, making it hard to focus.

"Uh, hey," she muttered, her voice strained. "This isn't what it looks like."

Atlee said nothing, still staring at Power Girl with a look of embarrassment. For a long moment, the two women simply stood there, awkwardly staring at each other, unsure how to proceed. Finally, Power Girl **** herself to her feet, wrapping herself in a nearby blanket.

"Look, I'm sorry," she said, her face flushed with shame. "I don't know what came over me. It was like...like I couldn't control myself."

Atlee nodded, still looking visibly uncomfortable. "It's okay," she said, her voice gentle. "I mean, it happens. We're all human."

Power Girl inhaled sharply. To her, this wasn’t normal. “You don’t understand. The feelings…the arousal…it came out of nowhere. It was overpowering. I…I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

Atlee took a step forward and laid a comforting hand on her mentor’s shoulder.

“Karen…it’ll be ok. Whatever’s going on we’ll get through it together. Hey, you never know, maybe kryptonians go into heat and you’ll be fine in a week.” She said jokingly.

Power Girl smiled weakly, letting the bad joke cut the tension, grateful for the support of her friend.

As the two girls stood there, talking, unbeknownst to them a sinister trap had been laid in the vents. Potent pheromones created by the seductress, held in a time release canister had been placed in the apartment. With an imperceptible “SSSSSS” the canister slowly began to release its payload.

The potent pheromones, irresistible, assailed the two unknowing women, causing an immediate physical reaction. A surge of arousal, familiar to Power Girl, but new to Atlee overtook them, clouding their judgement. Their hearts racing, they exchanged glances, unsure how to process the new attraction the pheromones were stirring in them. Both of them tried their best to stand strong against the effect, but it was Atlee who broke first this time, leaning in, her lips meeting Power Girls in a gentle kiss. Quickly, Power Girl returned the kiss, her mouth parting, her tongue meeting Atlee’s.

Time stood still for a second as they lost themselves in the kiss, before both simultaneously broke away. With a sense of embarrassment in the air, their cheeks flushed with heat, the two fled to their respective rooms without a word, unsure what was happening.

As Atlee retreated to her room, her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions. She wasn’t into girls, never had been, and yet the image of Power Girls voluptuous figure was stuck in her head. Collapsing on her bed, her hand snaked into the waistband of her sweatpants, finding her soaked cunt, and she slipped her fingers inside herself.

As she sunk further and further into these new fantasies, she couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that washed over her. She had never been attracted to women before, and the sudden intensity of her desire for Power Girl left her feeling uncertain. But with each stroke of her fingers, Atlee found herself sinking deeper into the fantasy, her imagination running wild with thoughts of Power Girl's ample breasts and smooth, shaved mound. The realization that, of course Power Girl shaved down there, her costume wouldn’t allow for anything else drove her even wilder with desire. And as she reached the peak of ecstasy, she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to explore those desires further, to give in to the temptation that beckoned her ever closer. As she reached her peak, she couldn’t help but realize these feelings might run deeper than she expected, the thoughts of what else might happen between the two ushering her into a restless sleep.

Power Girl lay on her bed, her fingers working her cunt furiously. Thoughts consumed by images of what she and Atlee had just done. Her thoughts drifted to darker, more submissive fantasies. Atlee’s hands on her throat as they kissed. Atlee spitting on her face and in her mouth while insulting her, calling her worthless. Atlee railing her from behind with a strap-on. Atlee, or really any person, taking what they wanted from her slut body, not caring about her own comfort or desires. The thought sent a shiver of excitement coursing through her body, igniting a fire of arousal that burned hotter with each thrust of her fingers. But even as she fell deeper and deeper into these fantasies, a part of her, a part of the original Power Girl, found these thoughts foreign and uncomfortable, resisting the desire to be helpless, to be powerless before anyone, man or woman. And as she reached the peak of ecstasy, Power Girl couldn't help but wonder what it said about her that she found pleasure in such dark and taboo fantasies. But in the end, she pushed the thought aside, choosing instead to revel in the intoxicating rush of pleasure that swept over her, if only for a fleeting moment. For now, she would embrace the darkness within her, allowing it to consume her completely, if only for a little while. And as she lay spent and exhausted, she knew that tomorrow would bring with it a new set of challenges, a new opportunity to explore the depths of her own desires.