Trapped in a Cell

While it felt like hours to me, I don't know exactly how long I laid curled up on the cot in my cell staring at the metal wall in numb shock. Granted, there wasn't much else for me to do, as the only other pieces of furniture in the cell were a sink and a toilet, but I'd have probably done the same thing even if I had a plasma-screen TV and Playstation in there with me. I was just too devastated to do anything else.

Kara didn't love me. It was all a lie... no, not a lie, a mistake. I had no doubt that she believed she loved me, but the truth was that she was being **** to feel that way by these pheromones I've apparently been giving out. All of those nights we've spent together, from the very beginning in my apartment, I had been mind controlling her without even knowing it. If I had known what I was doing to her, I don't think I would have ever started a relationship with her... right? I'd like to think so, but... part of me wonders if I wouldn't have taken advantage of her instead, and it was making me sick. But not as sick as the realization that, in a way, I kind of had been anyway. Every kind gesture from her, every meal we shared with food she bought, every present she gave me, had all been **** from her, likely against her will.

And despite what Luthor might have thought, I knew it didn't affect just Kryptonians. Wonder Woman and Starfire, an Amazon and a Tamaranian respectively, had both fallen under my sway too, so much so that they nearly **** themselves on me just to satisfy their desires. Luthor did say the pheromone was harmless to humans, which I guess that would explain why I wasn't being accosted constantly on the streets by women wherever I went... but were they the only ones immune? Because if I could affect any woman that wasn't human, that could potentially give me great influence and power in a universe as vast as ours.

And it's a power Luthor intended to steal for himself.

This thought was what eventually roused me from my stupor enough to sit upon the cot. I could continue doing nothing in this cell except feel guilty and wallow in my self-pity, but every moment I did that Luthor was getting closer to figuring out how to replicate my pheromones. And just from the rant he gave before throwing me in here, I knew that if he succeeded, what I had done to Kara and the others unintentionally would be nothing compared to what he would do to them intentionally. For them, for myself, for the world, I had to find a way out of here before that happened.

Looking around the cell, however, I couldn't immediately see any way for me to escape. Besides the three metal walls and the metal floor, there was a glass wall next to a steel sliding door. The room outside was mostly empty, though I could see a security camera in the corner of the room pointed directly at my cell. There were some circular vents along the top of my cell as well, but even if I could reach them, they were far too small for me to escape, each only being about the size of my fist. A quick glance downward also confirmed that the bedframe was bolted to the floor, rendering it immovable. I even reached into my pocket to pull out my cell phone, before being reminded by the emptiness inside that I still hadn't gotten around to replacing said phone after I lost it in the Metallo attack.

I sighed. It didn't seem like there was any way for me to get out, at least that I could see. If I had super strength like Kara, I might have been able to tear the frame off the ground and throw it through the glass, but...

Wait a minute.

I looked down at the Superman watch currently sitting on my wrist. I couldn't believe I didn't think of it sooner. All I'd need to do is hit the button, and Kara and Superman would instantly know where I was... assuming they could hear it through all the earth and metal above me. I already knew they weren't able to hear me shouting, but would the high-pitched beeping of the watch manage to penetrate any farther than my voice?

It was a risk, but the more I thought about it, the less of one it seemed. Luthor already made it clear he wasn't going to kill me until he got what he wanted, so my life wouldn't be in any more danger than it already was. Sure he might punish me somehow, but I'd still be alive, and from how he's been acting so far, it's much more likely he'd just take the watch away and destroy it, or ignore it entirely since it wouldn't do anything anyway. The most likely outcomes for me would either be them not hearing me and being stuck in the same position I'm already in, or getting rescued right now and stopping Luthor's plan before he can finish it. The decision was obvious.

I put my left hand over my right, just in case the camera was watching me, and as subtly as I could, I hit the button to activate the signal watch.

Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep...

I could see the light of the signal watch's flashing faintly peeking out from between my fingers, and after a few seconds I stopped bothering to cover it, deciding to risk being seen by the camera in favor of giving the watch every inch of free space I could just in case it made the difference.

Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep...

I let the signal continue for around a full minute. But there was no response, good or bad. No one running to my cell to stop me, or secret devices activating to punish me, but also no signs of being rescued. I was about to turn the watch off and begin coming up with another plan to escape when I heard it.

It was a distant echo at first, and I almost mistook it for the clanging of a pipe in the ceiling. But then it repeated itself, again and again in a steady rhythm. It was the sound of something running into... no, tearing through metal above me. And with every repetition of the sound got louder and louder...

Finally, with an almost deafening CHRUNG, the ceiling of the room outside my cell tore open, and a muscular woman with cropped blonde hair dropped through, leaving a sizable dent in the steel floor as she landed on her fists and knees. As she stood up, I couldn't help but gasp.

The woman's face looked a lot like Kara's, with the same button nose and baby blue eyes I had grown to love. If I didn't know better, I would assume she was her older sister, especially since she was also taller and more muscular than Supergirl. She was wearing a red cape over and a skintight white leotard that clung tightly to her body, but the thing about her outfit that drew my attention the most was those breasts. Kara's chest was average, possibly even slightly below it, but this woman's boobs were huge, and made all the more prominent by the large hole that was cut in the center of her chest to show off her generous cleavage. From them alone, pretty much any guy with even a passing attraction to superheroines knew who she was: Power Girl, yet another cousin of Superman and Supergirl.

She locked eyes with me, then put a finger to her ear and said, "Hey guys, I found him. Went ahead and left a big-ass hole for you to follow me down if you want." She then looked at me and said, "Mind shutting that off? You're gonna give me tinnitus."

God, even her voice sounded like Kara's, though her way of speaking was more gruff and weathered compared to her cousin.

"Hey kid, did you hear me?"

I blinked, then pressed the button to turn off the signal, "Oh, um, s-sorry..."

"It's okay," she said, flashing me a pearly white smile from the other side of the glass, "You're Charlie, right? Kara's boyfriend?"

"Uh, y-yeah," I said, though hearing her refer to me as Kara's boyfriend now felt like a stab in the gut.

"Then it's your lucky day, 'cause I've come to bust you outta here," she said. Looking over the cell, she said, "Hm... pretty airtight, but it doesn't look like it's made of anything special, or booby-trapped in any way."

She cracked her knuckles as she walked over to the door, "Stand back. I'm going to punch my way in..."

Just as she started to pull her fist back to deliver the first blow, I shouted, "Wait!"

"What's wrong?" she asked, glancing at me in confusion.

"It's... you said this is an airtight cell, right?" I said, "Well, if you break the door down, you'll break the seal."

"Yeah, so?" Power Girl says, "It's not like there's some toxic gas in there with you, right?"

"No... b-but listen, I need to warn you..."

At that moment I was interrupted by another woman dropping down from the hole in the ceiling, one dressed in a much more familiar blue and red costume.

"Charlie!" Kara shouted, running up to the glass with tears in her eyes, "Oh Charlie, thank Rao I found you! Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"

My words caught in my throat upon seeing Kara, the woman I loved, and who clearly loved me back, pressing herself against the glass. My emotions were in complete turmoil: elation at seeing her again, concern at how upset she looked... and most of all, despair at the knowledge I now possessed about myself, and what I did to her. All I could manage to say was, "Kara..."

"Don't worry baby, we'll get you out of there," she says, stepping back and preparing to break through the glass, "Then Luthor will get what's coming to him."

"Kara don't!" I shouted. Hearing Luthor's name gave me something to focus on. This wasn't the time to get caught up in emotion; they had to know what was going on, "Listen, you need to leave me here and find Luthor."

"Of course he's in the middle of doing some evil crap," Power Girl grumbled, "What the hell is Lex up to this time?"

"It doesn't matter right now," Kara said, shaking her head, "I need to get Charlie out of there and someplace safe..."

"I'm safe here," I told her, walking up to the glass, "But... but you're not. Neither of you are. Luthor's developing this pheromone, and you have to stop him before-"

Yet again I was interrupted, this time by a door opening on the other side of the glass. Mercy Graves walked through it, which obviously drew the attention of the two heroines.

"Catch," the bodyguard said as she tossed what looked to be a grenade into the room.

Power Girl was the quickest to react, grabbing the grenade out of the air and moving to close her hands around it, likely in an attempt to contain the explosion. Instead of the expected fiery blast, however, the grenade released a huge burst of green gas as it was crushed, filling the room on the other side of the airtight glass.

"Kara!!!" I shouted, pressing myself against the glass to see what was happening. Mercy appeared unaffected, but the gas was sending both Kara and Power Girl into a coughing fit.

"About time you two showed up," a familiarly smug voice said. As Lex entered the room behind Mercy, he continued, "I hope you enjoy my welcome present. It's a new blend of kryptonite gas, only enough to weaken you, but with an added kick courtesy of your little boyfriend in there."

Kara glared at Luthor in pure rage, recovering from her coughing fit to scream, "Luthor! I'm going to kill you for this!"

"Are you sure about that?" he asked, brow raised, "Wouldn't you rather know why-"

"No." Kara interrupted, before firing a blast of her heat vision directly at him.

Mercy, living up to her job description, jumped in front of Luthor to block the blast with her own chest. The heat vision burned through her clothes and left two glowing spots on her chest, but she otherwise seemed none the worse for wear. Then to my surprise, she held up her arm and her palm opened up to reveal a cannon that began firing green lasers at Kara. Kara managed to sidestep the blasts, then let out a shout of rage as she charged into Mercy. Luthor barely managed to dive out of the way as Kara rammed into Mercy's torso and carried her through the doorway behind her, causing a loud bang as they presumably crashed into another steel wall in the next room.

As the sounds of unbreakable fists pounding into metal echoed in from the other room, Luthor picked himself off the floor and dusted his lab coat off, "Well, that wasn't what I expected her to do. "

"You... you already made the pheromone?" I asked.

"Just a prototype that needed field testing," Luthor said, "I wouldn't have stopped sedating you if I hadn't. Sadly, it looks like it didn't really work on Supergirl like I hoped. The pheromones in the gas should have been at a high enough concentration to at least leave her open to suggestion from me, but if anything she seems less willing to negotiate than usual."

He turned to face Power Girl, who unlike Kara had dropped to her knees and was now breathing heavily. With a smirk, he said, "But thankfully it seems to be working wonders on the other one. How are you feeling, Power Girl?"

Power Girl looked up at Luthor, and even from my cell I could see the glazed, dilated appearance in her eyes that had become so familiar to me over the past months. Groggily she asked, "What... what did you do to me...? I feel... feel..."

"Feel what, Power Girl?" he asked, crouching down next to her, "Desire? Love? Or just raw, animalistic lust? I suppose it doesn't really matter, does it? You'll still obey me regardless."

He reached out to caress her cheek, but Power Girl swatted it away. She tried to stand up again, but a shudder went through her body, and she let out a low moan as she fell onto her hands and knees.

"No..." I said quietly. This couldn't be happening... he'd done it. He'd gotten Power Girl under his control. And it was all my fault.

"Yes," Luthor purred, "Finally, I have one of you blasted Kryptonians prostrating yourself before me. Don't you feel so good right now, Power Girl? Wouldn't you rather beg for whatever speck of pleasure I feel like providing you than even attempting to oppose me?"

"So... so hot..." Power Girl groaned, her whole body trembling, "Can't... I won't..."

"Oh, but why not?" Luthor gloated, "It would be so much easier... and with the amount of the pheromone coursing through your veins right now you must be **** for release. All you have to do is beg me for it."

"I..." Power Girl does her best to look up at him, gritting her teeth and growling, "I won't... I..."

She collapsed on the floor, her body writhing in pain... or pleasure. Possibly even both.

"Oh, you will," Luthor said gleefully, "It's only a matter of-"

This time it was Luthor's turn to be interrupted as another blue and red blur dropped down into the room from above. Luthor barely had time to turn around before he was picked up by the collar and pinned to the wall by Superman.

"Oh, right," Luthor said dryly, "How could I have possibly forgotten about you?"

"The rest of the League is on their way, so you might as well surrender now, Luthor," Superman said, "You can start by telling me what you did to Power Girl."

"See for yourself," Luthor said with a grin, before taking a second grenade out of his pocket and pulling the pin with his thumb, releasing another cloud of green gas into the air. As Superman started to cough, Luthor shouted, "Power Girl! If you want my favor, defeat Superman!"

"Mmmm... aaaaah!" Power Girl whimpered, before letting out a needy moan.

"Power Girl!" Luthor repeated, "Rescue me now, before he recovers!"

Again, Luthor's demand went ignored. I already knew why, but Luthor and Superman had to turn their heads to see why Power Girl wasn't responding to the supervillain's demands. The buxom blonde was lying on her back, the bottom of her leotard pushed aside to reveal her wet vagina, into which she was rapidly pumping several fingers of her right hand. Her eyes were scrunched tightly shut, and she was practically panting as she pawed at her massive breasts with her left hand, with absolutely no regard to the audience that was watching her furiously masturbate.

"*koff* Power Girl, what *koff* are you doing?" Superman said, in complete and total shock at what he was witnessing.

"You have got to be kidding me..." Luther said with a groan, before starting to run for the door.

I just remained silent, unable to focus on anything other than the superheroine trying desperately to get herself off.

A loud clang snapped Superman and I out of our respective shocks, and we turned to see that a battered and beaten up Supergirl had tossed Mercy, now **** and with both of her cybernetic arms ripped off, onto Luthor, pinning him to the ground under her. The woman... robot... cyborg... whatever she was, looked like she had been beaten half to ****.

"Supergirl, are you okay?" Superman asked. But before Kara could answer, Superman looked down at the mess that Mercy had been turned into, and in shock, he asked, "...Did you do that...?"

"Yeah, I dealt with her," Kara said, "And I could have dealt with him too, if you hadn't-"

She stopped, her eyes drifting to the masturbating Power Girl on the floor, "What the hell? Hey, what are you doing?"

She went over and tried to pull Power Girl's hand away from her crotch, but the other Kryptonian girl wrestled herself out of her grip, pushing Kara away as she said, "No! So close... gotta... just gotta..."

"Luthor **** her with something," Superman explained, pressing his foot down on top of Mercy's back to keep Luthor pinned underneath, "I don't know what though... I've never seen anything like it. And for whatever reason, it didn't seem to affect me all that much."

"I... I tried to warn them..." I said, "Honest I did, but..."

Superman turned to me, "Warn them of what?"

"The pheromone..." I said, "The mind controlling one... that I... that comes from me."

Superman stared at me in disbelief, "From you? Charlie, what are you talking about?"

Luthor let out a self-satisfied laugh, "Oh, you are in for one hell of a story now, Superman."

I couldn't help but look over at Kara, her baby blue eyes wide in shock at what she was hearing. Quietly, timidly, she approached the glass and said, "Charlie...? He... what did he do...?"

I wanted to explain everything to her right then and there. But seeing the distraught look on her face, and hearing the trembling in her voice, all I could say was, "I'm sorry, Kara... I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to..."

It was around this time that Green Lantern and Wonder Woman flew down into the room as well, with the Flash running into the room from the open door a few seconds later. Everyone's attention was drawn to the shocking sight of Power Girl masturbating, but Wonder Woman spared me a somewhat knowing glance.

"Whoa, what's wrong with Power Girl?" Flash asked, doing his best to avert his eyes once he managed to pick his jaw off the floor.

"I don't know, but this entire situation looks like a mess," Lantern replied.

"Let's get everyone up to the Watchtower and sort it out there," Wonder Woman suggested. Turning to me, she said, "We can figure out the full story then."