Humiliating Supergirl

Supergirl had humiliated you countless times in the past. She'd foiled more than a few of your robberies, and beaten the crap out of you for daring to use your powers to get laid. She'd strung you up from lamp posts on national television, and even gone on record as saying that you were 'the single most pathetic' supervillain she every had to deal with. Worst of all was when she'd changed her costume, switching from the iconic read skirt to a pair of blue pants instead. You'd made the joke that you'd liked the skirt better due to the ease of access, but admitted that the new tights showed off her ass nicely. She'd responded by stripping you naked before defeating you and leaving you to the police. It had been the single most humiliating experience of your entire life.

It was time you returned the favor.

"Okay, get off my dick, slut." You order. "Stay on your knees though."

Supergirl pulls away, looking distressed.

"Wh-What's happening? Wh-Why can't I get off my knees? Why did I just suck your dick?!"

"Because you're finally learning your place, bitch." You laugh. "You finally learned that all this hero business just isn't for you. I guess you finally realized where your proper place is, on your knees, with a cock in your mouth."

"You're disgusting!" She spits up at you.

"You're the one who just sexually assaulted me." You say with mock indignation. "I think the only way for you to return the favor is to become my personal bitch."

"No! I won't!" She says defiantly.

"You're going to do whatever the fuck I tell you to do, whenever I tell you to do it!" You snarl, year of pent of anger coming to the forefront. "Now stand up and pull those ridiculous pants down around your ankles!"

"N-No! I-I won't!"

She struggles against the compulsion, but her body begins moving on its own. The super heroine got to her feet, undid the belt of her costume, and pulled her pants down around her ankles.

You laugh at her. "How does it feel not being in charge of your own body?"

"You... You won't get away with this!" She says defiantly.

"Sure I will." You say, in a blasé manner. "Now, what to do with you next?"

You look around the room. Before Supergirl had wrecked the place, the facility had actually been rather well stocked and nice. It looked more like a spacious break room than a lab. Well, a spacious break room with a lot of science fiction tech lying around. Eventually, you spot something in at the catering table and smile.

You pick up two cucumbers from off the table and return to Supergirl. You hold out the large oblong vegetables in your hands and grin sadistically.

"You're going to fuck yourself. With these."

Her eyes widen. "No... N-No!"

Again, her body moves without her consent. She reaches out and takes both cucumbers from you. She visibly sweats, and her hands shake as she struggles with all her might to resist your commands. It of course, doesn't do her any good.

"No! Stop this! Stop this please!" She begs. "I... I... I don't want to do thi-" Her pleading turns into a moan as the first cucumber penetrates her cunt. "Oh Rao! Oh Rao! St-Stop! Stop! P-P-Plea-" She screams as the second cucumber enters her ass.

You throw back your head and laugh as you watch her pump the vegetables vigorously in and out of her ass and pussy. The best part was, her cries of protest had turned into moans of pleasure. She was unable to resist the pleasure that her body was currently experiencing.

"You want to know what the best part about this is?" You ask, as she fucks herself. "I could probably take this show on the road. I could make you walk out in the streets like this and no one would be able to connect it back to me. They'd just all think you've cracked and gone crazy. What do you think? Should I do that?"

"No! No, please!" She begged between the moans. "P-Please don't make me go out like thiiiiiiiisssssss!"

You smirk. The choice was up to you.