Power Girl.

Out of all the heroines I've put in their place so far, I may be the most excited about this one. Something about her just… speaks to me. Probably the tits, honestly. In any case, she's just as easy to lure to her doom as any of them. I've only got to make some noise, (in this case the screams of some random well endowed citizens as I cause them to uncontrollably lactate) and here she was. She floated down to me like a goddess of judgement, arms crossed, expression stern. That smug expression was the reason I liked to lure them to me and make them think they had a chance in combat as opposed to just visiting them in their various lairs.

"You're new," she said as she touched down. The way Power Girl's tits struggled against her white costume was so obscene that you'd think I'd already had my way with her. She was blonde, blue eyed, and cocky. So delicious.

"What have you done to these women?" She asked, taking a step towards me.

"Since you asked," I say, snapping my fingers.

The super powered beauty glares at me for a moment before looking down at her bountiful chest in shock. Twin wet spots are spreading on her uniform as her barely contained breasts pump out supermilk. She blushes.

"Is that…? Am I…?"

"Moo," I say, mockingly.

She's at me in an instant. If I were anyone else, the fight would have been over there. But instead of delivering the earth shattering punch she had intended, she finds her blue gloved hands placed lightly on my shoulders. I slip my hands around her waist and pull her close. She's not used to being pulled anywhere, and the worry in her eyes tells me she starting to get the picture. She's half a head taller than me, but she knows she's at my mercy.

"What do you want?" she asks, trying and failing to keep a tremor out of her voice. My hands slide down her curves to her perfect, jutting ass.

"Why, to break you, little girl." I lean forward and kiss the wet fabric of her still drizzling nipples, and focus my power into them. The reaction is instantaneous. She groans as they grow erect, harder than they've ever been. She'll feel every milk saturated microfiber of her whorish excuse for a uniform silkily sawing across them now. Not to mention the exquisite rush she'll get from the milk rushing out. I push her lightly away, but she's so overwhelmed at the new sensations that she falls clumsily to her ass.

"What.. what have you done to me?" Her cheeks are red, she's breathing quickly, and her eyes are wet with held back tears. Only now does she notice that news crews are filming this, and the populace she'd come to protect is snapping cell phone pics. I approach her casually and squat down beside her.

"I'm going to let you get familiar with the changes I've made to you," I lean in closer, "…Ms. Starr."

She looks at me with fresh panic. Her nipples let out a fresh squirt.

"Or can I call you Karen?" I stand and offer her my hand, but she just stares at me like a prey animal before scrambling to her feet and flying off.