John let go of Supergirl's face, relishing her long gasp through her nose as she stopped **** on his thick cock, then took in a deep breath of his own. Inara wasn't wrong the sensation of this prissy little bitch sucking him off was about to make him cum! He slowly gasped out his next wish as she kept up her personal escort level sucking.
"Ungh! I wish that . . . every woman who so much as glimpses me from afar, much less sees me in person, will lust after me . . . . and be compelled to obey my every command . . . until she performs any sort of sex act with me . . . after which point I will be able to control and alter their minds and bodies however I want."
Inara whooped with laughter.
"I love it! Granted, you delightfully dirty boy."
Something in Supergirl's big blue eyes changed the moment she spoke. There was still hatred and fury blazing in them but suddenly, it became muted, eyes glazing over with an animal lust. He could see her mind changing, felt her moan around his thick cock with a sudden wave of desire. The battle in her eyes was both hilarious and extremely hot.
"Tear off your stupid costume but keeping sucking me off." he grunted at her.
There was zero hesitation. She immediately tore at her famous Supergirl uniform, shredding her famous "S" symbol to reveal a robin's egg blue bra and then tearing off her famous red skirt to reveal white panties underneath.
"Good start. Keep going, tear off your bra and panties."
Something in Supergirl's big blue eyes distantly registered alarm but she couldn't resist him any more than she could stop her heart from beating. In an instant, her blue bra and white panties were on the deck of his yacht in shreds as well.
The sight of Supergirl, the bitch who had caused him so many problems along with her cousin, wearing nothing but her cape and shreds of her uniform, his cock deep in her mouth was too much. He came, hard, jettisoning ropes of his cum down her throat without warning.
"Hnngh! Fuck! FUCK!" he bellowed as he grabbed at her long blonde hair and felt his spunk paint the back of her throat.
Supergirl just made muffled noises around his thick member, her hands weakly pushing against his muscular thighs as he came in her mouth and down her throat, until finally, he let go of her hair and stepped away, massive cock popping out of her mouth with an audible pop. Some of his jism dribbled out between her pink lips as she gasped for air.
"Whuh- huh- who- who are you?" the stunned blonde asked as she unsteadily rose to her feet and awkwardly wiped her mouth as she tried to cover her near nudity with her red cape, babbling nervously. She flew into the air, eyes glowing red. "What did you just- ptui! How did you- S- stay away from me or I'll-"
John snorted. Of course she didn't recognize him, the little bitch had only ever known him as a giant metal freak with a glowing green rock for a heart.
"Stop that. You can't use your powers unless I give you permission from now on."
Supergirl fell to the yacht's surface, blinking in shock and nearly losing her balance as she landed awkwardly. She wrapped herself up even tighter in the cape, looking terrified.
"Ugh, stop that. Lose the cape. In fact, from now on, you've got to show off your body as much as possible at all times - like you're some pathetic little stripper slut with Daddy issues who's totally **** for any man's attention."
She instantly ripped off her red cape and the remains of her costume to become completely nude, then cupped her pert small breasts with both hands while arching her back, leaning against the railing of the yacht while spreading her legs a bit to reveal her blonde haired snatch.
"Perfect."
While her entire body language screamed "stripper," her beautiful blonde face still radiated terror and confusion now that he'd cum inside of her but she steeled her expression and glared at him instead.
"How- how are you doing this? Whoever you are, you'd better stop now or my cousin will-"
John rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, I don't think so. Whenever you get any clever ideas about calling for help, you're just going to play with yourself instead."
"What? How dare you, I would never- ooh!"
Supergirl found her hands lightly squeezing her perky boobs and squeaked with shock and dismay.
"St- stop it! Ah!"
"Stop pretending that you aren't enjoying this. You love this, all of it. You love anything sexual anyone does to you, anything at all. Deep down, you've always been nothing but a nympho beneath that good girl act. A slut who craved being used and abused like a cheap whore, like you were somebody's inflatable blow-up doll."
Suddenly, Kara Danvers mind warped and she began to moan. She knew intellectually this strange, handsome, horse-cocked blonde man was making her do these things but it felt so good! How did he know her secret shame, her most sinful desire to be mind controlled into a shameless slut and just be used like a cheap blow-up doll? God, it had been so hot when he'd face fucked her like that! She started masturbating more furiously now, aching to be used, to be fucked hard.
"Yyyyeeeesss . . ." she moaned helplessly, pulling one one of her pink nipples with one hand and sliding her other hand into her sopping wet pussy as she stared hungrily at him. "I can't reeesssiiiissst . . . ussssse meeeeeeee . . ."
John snorted in disgust.
"God, it's almost too easy now."
Inara chuckled.
"Well, you say that now but I gather there's still some pretty powerful threats we'll need to deal with if even half of what I see in your memories are accurate-"
John waved a hand dismissively as the sight of Supergirl masturbating in front of him, begging to get used, was making him hard again.
"Later, later! There's no cave-in, no rush - I'm going to take my time and enjoy making this little bitch scream."
Inara sighed and chuckled.
"Hey, let it never be said I got in the way of someone getting fucked! Have at her - I like to watch."
He walked up to her, still nude, his thick cock starting to stand erect, an imposing 13" inches long and as girthy as a can of tennis balls.
Kara spread her legs wantonly at him, only for him to grab her hair and turn her around, forcing her to bend over the railing and present her pert little ass to him. He bent over to whisper in her ear, yanking her long blonde hair back painfully with his superstrength.
"I'm Metallo, bitch, and now you belong to me. This is for every time you beat me to pieces and put me in prison!"
Without so much as a hint of foreplay or warning, he rammed his massive rod between her cheeks, deep into her asshole. She screamed . . . but not entirely in pain.
Kara howled in delight at the feeling of the massive intruder ripping into her asshole. This supervillain, Metallo, he was just totally in control of her, making her his cheap whore! Fucking her up the ass with no foreplay or lube, no less! Just using her like a cheap blow-up doll - her ultimate fantasy!
"AAAAH! FUCK ME LIKE A WHORE! AAAAAH! YESSSSS!" she screamed. "I'M YOUR LITTLE FUCKTOY! FUCK MEEEEEEE!"
Metallo groaned, both at how incredibly tight she was and how disappointingly into it she now was, but only paused for a moment before starting to piston in and out of her ass.
"Take it! Take it all, you little bitch!"
"YES! YES! I'M YOUR LITTLE BITCH! FUCK ME LIKE YOUR LITTLE BITCH! I'M YOUR FUCKDOLL! OH, FUCK MY ASS! RAO, IT FEELS SO GOOOOOOD!"
She thrust her hips back at him, grabbing onto the yacht's railing and matching every deep thrust as he pounded his dick deep inside of her, thrashing with delight.
He grunted and reached around to squeeze one of her wildly jiggling little tennis ball sized titties, making her squeal.
"Not . . . bad . . ." he grunted. "But, let's give you . . . an upgrade."
Kara felt a warm, rising heat in her breasts. Suddenly, the man - Metallo's - strong, masculine hand wasn't squeezing her entire left tit but rather just handful of her titflesh. She looked down and gasped as she saw her tits had swollen up to at least D-cups, if not bigger! Oh, fuck, she was a big titted slut now, like Karen or Diana! That meant everyone would stare at her and want to fuck her! God, this was so fucking HOT!
"YES! YES! MAKE ME INTO A FUCKTOY! UNGH! FUCK MY ASS AND TITTIES! NGGH! I'M YOUR BIG TITTED FUCKDOLL!"
John blinked in shock even as Supergirl went ballistic at the transformation, her tight ass clenching even more against his cock as she thrashed in delight, then grinned and fucked her harder.
"Well, if you . . . like that . . . bitch . . . then . . . you'll love . . . THIS!"
Supergirl felt her tits swelling up again but not just her tits - her lips felt swollen and hot as well as her pert ass cheeks feeling a bit rounder. She felt her waist shrink and her hips widen as John fucked her. She briefly caught a reflection of herself in the ocean waters and gasped in delight. She looked every inch now like a living blow-up doll! Huge fake tits, a permanent pout and impossible proportions, big blue eyes in an expression of mindless bliss . . .
She was perfect!
"AAAAH! AAAAAH! I'M A- I'M A FUCKDOLL! FUUUUUUUUUUCK!" she screamed, orgasming powerfully at the sight of her most secret dreams coming true.
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