She is taken to Grodd

Powergirl relaxed bonelessly as the women proceeded to clean her, their hands running across her voluptuous naked form with a tenderness approaching worship. The super heroine submitted to them completely, subdued in the afterglow as they stroked and groped her with careful intent; using breasts, hands, even a tongue as though they needed their whole bodies to ensure she was completely cleaned. As the cleansing grew to a close, the three women raised her out of the pools and stood her up as she regained her workings. Powergirl’s head felt fuzzy from the heat and the sudden sexual turn the bath had taken, and did not resist as she was led back into the room.

Once there however she found much to protest of. She stared at the piece of fabric which could generously be called a loincloth, but far more accurately a thong which was presented to her.

“What’s that?”

As before, the leader of the women smiled in that matronly way that made Powergirl feel oddly foolish for her refusal. “It is your clothing.”

“Where’s the rest of it?” A knowing look was cast her way, causing her to gasp. “I…I can’t go wearing just this! Where’s my uniform?” she demanded, turning about in search of the torn white fabric. She couldn’t face Grodd dressed like that! It was absurd. Even the frayed fabric she had arrived in was preferable.

“Your clothing has been destroyed,” the woman informed her in that same placid voice she had purred into her ear while fingering her. “It was better. You do not need them anymore. Why should one hide their beauty beneath such things? Clothing is only a way to bind ourselves. We have no fear of our forms being pleasing to lord Grodd. This is your rebirth,” she said, presenting the strip of cloth once more. When it became apparent she would still refuse, the woman merely smiled and added, “If you prefer, of course, you may come without it.”

Powergirl blanched and scowled. So that was the villain’s game. This was nothing but a power play, made to make her feel insecure when facing the gorilla so he might better dominate her. There was nothing for it. She took the fabric from the other woman’s hands. “I’ll put it on myself,” she quickly informed the amazon when the concubine moved to help her.

Smiling once more, the ebony goddess took a step back and bowed slightly with hands clasped before her. “Of course.”

**** to maintain at least some form of independence, Powergirl slipped the thin fabric between her legs and pulled it up completely. So thin a garment afforded her little coverage, and a single wrong move would bare her folds for any to see, while the rear did even less, the thin cord running through the globes of her ass as though it never even existed. Powergirl shifted uncomfortably amongst the tight fabric, not the least of which because save the tint of her skin, she looked alarmingly similar to the other three women. She flushed red at said trio’s knowing and pleased looks, self-consciously covering her cleavage with an arm, what little it did.

“I’m ready,” she said stiffly. With a nod, the apparent leader gestured and led them out of the baths and back into the halls of the complex.

Despite her natural reservations, Powergirl soon found the walk down the halls oddly liberating. There was no one in the passageways save herself and the three women, and the confidence with which they moved only made her awkward attempts to follow stand out all the more. Refusing to let such feelings take hold, she pulled away her arm and marched behind them, only to find her footsteps becoming somewhat light. Walking with such self-possessed women, perfectly natural in their nudity, owning their sexuality with confident steps, breasts swaying with every motion, legs rippling with lithe muscle was strangely liberating, and not for the first time Powergirl felt an odd respect and almost longing for these woman. More than once Powergirl caught herself staring at the ass of the woman before her, the first time tearing her eyes away, but the second lingering, watching the firm globes press and undulate with her motions, hips rolling and swaying hypnotically, uncaring in their nakedness. Powergirl glanced up, and caught the kindly eyes of the woman looking back at her. A smile crossed her features and she turned away, but Powergirl chastised herself for being caught, though oddly enough, not for looking.

Attempting to occupy her attention elsewhere, she set about studying the metal halls, noticing where bedrock and steel met and merged, the untamed earth and the power of progress cohabiting, even forming together. Such a thought was not unappealing, she observed, and in fact was almost beautiful in its own way.

As they turned a corner and approached a pair of massive metal doors, gleaming red in the light of the volcano, Powergirl steeled herself for what would come. Pausing before the doors, the lead woman opened them with a press of a button, and ushered her inside.

A chamber, tall and round like the dome of a cathedral opened up before her. In two circles lay computers and machines, systems which beeped and blinked at her in their silent industry, the first group resting against the wall of the room itself, and the second ringed in the center with four corridors evenly spaced between breaking the uniformity. Despite these there was ample space to move around between these two line of machines. A thin window lined the whole of the wall opposite Powergirl, displaying for her the wonders of the jungle, treetops just reaching the bottom view while the African sky spread out above mountains painted green and brown. Monitors were lined beneath them, showing a plethora of images both inside and outside the mountain, were she any judge.

And rising from the middle of this vast chamber, atop a stepped platform topped with a throne of steel, sat gorilla Grodd. Huge and broader than any man could be, even Powergirl’s cousin Superman, his black fur doing nothing to hide his bulging musculature and grey skin, with powerful jaws curled in a smile as he lounged upon his throne. A golden skullcap with curious circuitry and a red gem facing the front covered his head like a crown. The whole of the room was designed to draw the eye to this primal figure upon his throne, as though the machines were paying homage and the world outside deference to this king of the jungle.

Powergirl heard the door slide closed behind her, and caught herself about to automatically follow as the three women left to join their king. Grodd smiled broader as all three draped themselves against him like trophies of war, their brown skin and black hair melding against the ape’s thick arms and broad chest.

“Powergirl,” the ape began, his deep baritone spreading about the room like the sound of a jungle drum. He spread his great arms wide, encompassing the room. “Welcome to my kingdom.”

“I have nothing to say to you,” the heroine said rigidly, her back straight, refusing to cover her breasts regardless of the urge to hide them from his gaze.

Chuckling deeply, Grodd rose from his throne. “Then listen, and do so well. You have entered my kingdom, though not by choice I understand,” he said, slowly moving about the room as though posing a philosophical question. “And I am nothing if not a courteous host, as my courtesans have no doubt made apparent. I trust you did not dislike their ministrations?” He gave her a knowing look, and to Powergirl’s alarm she realized he was crossing the floor towards her.

“S-stay away,” she warned, cursing herself for the stutter as she took a step back. “I’m warning you. I have super strength!”

“I highly doubt that,” Grodd insisted. “Maybe you had super strength. If you did, you would have escaped by now. Not to mention you surely would not have submitted to the touch of those mere men before.” Powergirl jerked back, arm rising protectively at the reminder of her shame. “Surprised?” Grodd asked. “Don’t be. I have eyes and ears everywhere. But those mere humans should never have touched a prize such as you.” Powergirl shuddered and leaned away as Grodd’s rough fingers caressed her cheek, his voice rolling across her like a wave breaking down the stone of her resolve. Grodd smiled beneficently. “And I have taken it upon myself to save you.”

“Keep me prisoner more like it!” Powergirl hissed, unable to hold her tongue. “You don’t ‘save’ humans. You hate them!”

Grodd shook his head sadly. “Ah, how little you understand. You and that cousin of yours. Yes, I hate humans. Though I must admit they certainly have their uses,” he added, glancing back to the ebon goddesses at his throne, looking on him with almost religious devotion. Grodd chuckled as he turned back. “But we two are not human. You, your cousin Superman, we are more than human.” Powergirl gasped as he grasped her breast, the broad hand nearly eclipsing her skin as he roughly fondled her. She had never appreciated the strength in those hands, despite years of battling the ape. Despite herself, Powergirl felt herself growing breathless, knees weak, forcing herself to try and listen as Grodd continued to speak. “We are far beyond those evolutionary dead ends. Can’t you understand? You and I, we are superior to humans. We are something far greater. We, not they, should rule this world. No Powergirl, I want you to join me.”