The Fortress of Solitude

Within the hallowed halls of the Fortress of Solitude - _her _Fortress of Solitude, now, she had to keep reminding herself of that fact - Lois lane posed, admiring her new muscular, curvaceous physique and her even newer daring outfit.

Gone were the miniskirts, pantsuits, and blazers, she was Kryptonian now and had to dress like one! A form-fitting bodysuit now hugged her body intimately, so intimately in fact, that she could make out the lines of her new musculature through the material, her abs in particular showing straight through. The dark bodysuit covered everything from her toes up to her chest, but sharply ended there, leaving her back entirely bare and showing off plenty of her newly enhanced bust. She had always thought Powergirl's boob window was the dumbest thing on Earth, but now that she possessed the power Karen did, Lois came to understood it didn't matter how much skin she showed, she was nigh invulnerable either way.

Red trim marked where the outfit ended, along with red lines running up her sides and limbs, while her legs were covered in purple thigh-high boots, each equipped with a five-inch spiked stiletto heel. Similarly coloured opera gloves ran from her finger tips to mid-bicep, and Lois finished off with a collar and belt, both purple, and emblazoned with Clark's old S-Shield, though now the S stood for something different.

All in all, she thought she looked like she blurred the line between superhero, supervillain, cosplayer, and dominatrix, and was totally fine with that. Sexy and powerful, that's what she wanted, what she felt like, and what she looked like.

"You do look wonderful darling," said the woman, confirming and affirming Lois's thoughts.

Lois had finally named her pet, the one formerly known as Superman, but only after a struggle and a sinful thought came to mind. Her new identity would broadcast to the world the power Lois Lane wielded.

"'Superslave' will be your name and nothing else." Lois had declared to the acceptance of the woman. "You will answer to that and '****' and nothing more."

**** strode forth with a sharp clik-clik on her even taller stilettos, strapped and wrapped all the way up her long, sensuous calves. Elsewise, Lois had clad her in a tight, scandalously short blue minidress of the same material as her bodysuit, her bust constantly threaten to pop out while the skirt was so short it barely covered her crotch or massive bubble butt. **** too wore a collar, but this one was clipped with a dog tag which read "Property of Suprema".

Suprema. The name Lois had give herself. Supreme. Greater than Superman or the other Kryptonians. Soon to be greater than anyone or anything else. She smiled at the thought, eyes drifting across the Fortress and all the technology and tokens and treasures it held. Hers. All hers. Power that Clark was too afraid to use. Too busy coddling and safeguarding those he thought weaker or lesser. And look where it got him.

**** approached Suprema, the latter kissing her property and admiring her outfit. "You look splendid, too." She said, eagerly soaking in sight of her body in such erotic attire. "A perfect pet for me." **** blushed gently and smiled demurely.

"Mistress is far too kind." Suprema loved the way the words flowed from her tongue. Like the richest wine sweetened by the thickest honey. 'Mistress'. Suprema kissed her again.

"But, if you mind me asking my beloved," **** said after the fifth kiss. "Why did we come here? You still never answered my question of what you wanted."

Suprema pulled the doting girl close, looking down upon her. She loved that she was the taller one now. She had the power and authority and agency. Clark should have done this to her long ago. He was a fool. All of them were, heroes and villains alike. Power was wasted upon them. But it wouldn't be on Suprema.

"What I want, is power." Suprema squeezed ****'s ass, another hand running down her thigh, enjoying every movement coming from her devoted thrall. "This is a world of gods and monsters, and weak, pathetic humans are thrown aside like trash. I've been there, and I'll never go back. I don't know why, but that noxious gas gave me this gift. I'm going to do what I did to you, drain the powers of as many supers as I possibly can, sculpt them into my naughty little sluts, and then rule as the most powerful being in the cosmos.

"I'm done being Lois Lane. I'm done being weak and helpless and coddled by well-meaning dolts. I am Suprema. I conquer. I rule. And nothing more will satisfy me until it is done."

To this egotistical and megalomaniacal rant, **** only smiled brightly. "Very good then, Mistress. Please tell me how I can be of assistance."