Power Girl

Michael observed the scene for a moment. Supergirl had surrendered, yet he sensed something else: a vibrational frequency almost identical to Kara’s, but denser, more mature, and charged with an arrogance that begged to be tamed.

He needed no maps or radar. He simply expanded his perception across dimensions, piercing the membranes of the multiverse until he found that specific signature.

Kara Zor-L. Power Girl.

She was in her own version of Metropolis, hovering above the skyscrapers with her arms crossed over her chest, wearing the expression of someone who knew she was the most powerful woman in that reality. Her white suit, tight as a second skin, accentuated every generous curve of her body, and her red cape billowed in the wind.

Michael asked for no permission. He tore through the fabric of space and appeared directly in front of her, hovering at the same altitude.

Power Girl blinked in surprise. She looked at the naked, radiant man before her and let out a scoff, her voice laced with disdain.

"Well, well... what kind of dimensional freak are you?" she asked, her voice husky and confident. "You’ve got five seconds to tell me who you are before I toss you into Jupiter's orbit."

Michael didn't smile; he simply regarded her with the cold detachment of one who had witnessed the birth and death of galaxies. He didn't want conversation. He wanted possession.

He inscribed the rule into the void between them: *For Power Girl, brute strength is irrelevant. The only value that matters now is obedience to Michael.*

The effect was as if a beam of red sunlight had struck Kara’s nervous system. She felt a thermal shock race through her body, starting at the nape of her neck and surging down to her fingertips. The arrogance on her face wavered. Her muscles, capable of moving planets, suddenly felt limp and heavy, reacting to a command that came not from her mind, but from her soul.

"What... what are you..." she tried to say, but her voice failed her.

Michael moved with a speed that defied light itself, grabbing her by the throat and pinning her against the glass wall of a corporate building. The glass shattered upon impact, but Michael didn't care. He held her fast against the steel framework, feeling her breathing quicken.

"You think you own the world, don't you, Kara?" Michael whispered, his voice vibrating against her skin. "But right now, you are nothing more than a body waiting for orders."

He slid his hand over her white suit. With a single thought, he removed the garment; in one fluid motion, the white fabric parted like a curtain, revealing the Kryptonian's ample breasts and hypnotic curves. She let out a deep moan—a sound blending the frustration of losing control with the overwhelming arousal of finally finding someone who could dominate her.

"Kneel," Michael commanded.

Her resistance lasted less than a second. The rule was absolute. Power Girl—the universe's brute force—collapsed before him in mid-air, dropping to her knees with her head bowed and her eyes fixed on Michael's feet.

"Yes... Master..." she murmured, her voice now heavy with visceral submission.

Michael grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. He saw the final struggle in her eyes—the last spark of pride—and decided to extinguish it with pleasure. He pulled her up, pressing her body flush against his own. The difference in muscle mass was evident, yet he was the axis of power. He took her right there, amidst the shattered glass and the city’s howling wind. It was an act of reclamation. Michael penetrated her with the force of a cosmic impact, eliciting a scream from Power Girl that shattered windows across three surrounding floors. She was not like Supergirl; she was more intense, hungrier. She wrapped her strong legs around his waist, squeezing him with a strength that would have crushed any mortal, but which, for Michael, was merely the necessary spice.

"You are mine now, Kara," he declared, each thrust like a law written into her flesh. "There is no more heroine. No more free will. Only your function: to satisfy me."

He wrote the final rule for her: *Power Girl is Michael’s absolute slave. Her senses will be amplified a thousandfold so that his every touch is an orgasm, and his every word is the sole truth of her existence.*

Power Girl’s body went into sensory collapse. She began to tremble violently, her eyes rolling back as successive waves of divine pleasure washed over her. She could no longer even process her own identity; she was merely a vessel of lust and devotion.

"Please... more... use me... break me..." she pleaded, her voice fading into rhythmic moans as Michael possessed her with an intensity that would make the stars themselves flicker.

When he finally finished.Michael let her go. She collapsed onto the rubble, gasping, naked, and utterly devastated. She made no attempt to get up; she simply lay there, breathing shallowly, gazing at him with blind adoration.