Kara meets Pimpmaster.

A loud noise bought her attention to her back. There were ... some sorts of large glass tanks filled with greenish water. And inside them, Kara could recognize some sort of creature resembling large black starfish.

“I see you’ve found my pets, Kara Danvers,” a booming voice called. Supergirl turned around, and she saw him. Sitting in a large black chair is a large black man in a ridiculous purple suit. The black men was middle-aged and not very attractive. He was bald and also has a large beer belly. He grined at the superheroine and chuckled. The men’s eyes are dark black and almost serpent-like. They seemed to penetrate her very soul.

It took Kara a while to notice that there is also two shadowy figure beside the large black men, but due to her kryptonite poisoning, she could barely see them.

Suddenly Kara’s mind was bombarded with words and images. There was one of the black men and her having rough sex in a pool. Words like slut, corruption, ****, whore and fuck angel fill her mind. Through all this, Supergirl never moves, but the black men could tell in her troubled eyes that she was reacting to her mental ****.

Finally, he allowed it to stop. “Allow me to introduce myself and my colleagues. My name is Pimpmaster, and those are my dear colleagues Mr.Roggatarkageta and Ms. Vohhroeid. Welcome to our lab, Supergirl.”

A shiver runs through Kara's spine, those are White Martian names, a species with incredible power altering powers ... She had to shake her head to get their mind **** out of her head.

“That was some welcome. Pimpmaster? Seriously? Did you come up with that name yourself? So you mean business. What do you want with me?” Kara asks several questions, trying to compose herself. However, inside, she was more shaken than any other time she’d been captured.

“I’m glad you asked. I’m sure you are wondering why you are here. To simplify, we control you now, Supergirl. If some of us wanted right now they could fuck you on the floor. However, I suggested a different path, a more gentle path ... I’m going to enjoy watching your corruption happen gradually.”

“What the hell? What is wrong with you people! Corruption? You’ve got the wrong girl,” Kara said, still trying to be sound brave. But despite being a superhero for quite some time already, her voice is now slight shaking. As a pretty superheroine, she has been threatened sexually several times before, but now she is actually in a situation where she is **** like never before.

Pimpmaster gives a loud booming laugh that seems to shake the walls of this room. “I think you are the one who is wrong, bitch. You see, once a pretty girl like you enters the Church of Pleasure, they are already on the fast track to corruption.

By the time I’m done with you, you will be begging to be my bitch. We have developed some nice toys for you. And when you are ready, I think we’ll start twisting your friends. Maybe I will start with your hot lesbo sister ... Alex .. right? This is going to be so much fun.”

Kara, still in her little green cage, was still speechless. Another mental bombardment wracked her brain. This time, it was a silhouette of her beloved big sister, Alex, laying on a bed ... being fucked by Pimpmaster himself from behind ... crying out of lust ... Just then, the vision stopped, and Kara looks up at Balen with tears in her eyes.

“I’m going to kill you if you touch her,” she said, a hard conviction in her voice.

“That will be interesting since you are now weaker as an average human girl. You are now in my world now Bitch, and you will soon be mine!” Pimpmaster answers with a grin.

“Prepare her for Phase Two Plan Alpha, put her to sleep first,” Pimpmaster commanded as his white martian servants were coming out of the shadows. They are wearing black robes to cover their terrifying, insect-like bodies, but for Kara, it is still a sight that makes her heart raise. Just as she tries to call out Pimpmaster again, another blast of mental attack hit her head like a sledge hammer, shutting down her brain with a loud message that overshadows all of her thoughts ...

"Your name is Lara Watson, also called Candy by your customers. You are born in the Gotham slum and came to National City a few years ago ... You are a little cock tease and likes to show you your tight little body. You are a bad bad girl and loves to be fucked every night ... You are a filthy little slut for both men and women ... You love to walk the docks as a hooker to earn some money ... Your name is Lara Watson ..."