Flashback 1 - How Karen Starr became one of Corben's girls

Be it in her superheroic guise as Power Girl or her CEO secret identity of Karen Starr, the Kryptonian superhero with the famous bust never once lacked confidence, self control or a willingness to stand up for herself. She strode into the conference room with her usual confidence, eager to get things over with.

She had double and triple checked the financials and it seemed like her company, Starr Ware, would easily be able to buy out Metallo Industries, sell it for scrap and stop the sale of weapons of war across the globe - something even Power Girl would struggle to stop with all her powers.

All that was left was meeting the CEO, a John Corben. Her lips curled in distaste at the dossier her secretary, Theresa, had shown her. In addition to selling deadly arms, he ran extremely profitable porn websites and was also an occasional star.

"Ugh. Disgusting!" she grumbled. The prudish Karen never bothered watching porn and found it ultimately degrading. Her low sex drive usually meant she could take care of her own needs with just a special dildo and her imagination but even if she didn't, this was definitely not a website designed to cater towards women from the notes she was reading. She hadn't even Google Image searched the man just in case it would bring up his skeevy website and throw off her search engines.

Grimacing, she put the files away and adjusted her sensible gray blazer over a modest white blouse that didn't display even a hint of her famous cleavage. If this perv thought he was getting an eyeful, he was going to leave disappointed. Her sensible matching gray skirt hit her at mid calves and she wore flats that covered a custom made white cotton bra and so-called granny panties.

Karen Starr was completely ready to destroy John Corben . . . right until he walked through the door.

"Theresa, is he-" she began as a gorgeous man walked in, mistaking him for the secretary who should have warned her that he was here first, then blinking in shock at him. He was the sexiest man she'd ever seen and she felt her nipples harden and pussy moisten immediately, mind fogging over with uncharacteristic lust.

"That would be your secretary, I'm guessing? Don't worry, I told her to take the day off, go have some fun." the tall, muscular blonde Adonis in an expensive black suit said as he strolled in like he owned the place.

"You- you're John Corben?" she **** herself to say, clearing her throat as her voice came out huskier than expected. She knew she should be furious at this man - how dare he give her secretary orders? - but her body had other ideas.

Jesus, what was wrong with her? She had to get a grip.

"I- uh, my secretary doesn't work for you, Corben." she snapped but it was devoid of her usual famous temper as she felt like her body was on fire just looking at him.

"Not yet." he replied with a confident shrug, closing the door behind him and locking it before slipping out of his suit jacket, his broad, muscular shoulders ripping. "But she's about to."

"What?" she said, blinking rapidly and wiping sweat from her brow, trying to ignore her traitorous body's sudden and insane lust for this man. Sure, he was one of the most handsome men she'd ever seen but this was ridiclous. "What are you talking about? I brought you here to buy your company!"

"That was just an excuse to get you here. I've never been better." Corben said with a grin. "I did bring a new contract, though, one you're going to sign. One where you're going to sell me your entire company for pennies on the dollar instead."

"If you think I'm selling my company to you, you're insane, Mr. Corben-" she responded, flustered.

"Call me John." he corrected her with a patronizing but gorgeous smile.

"OK, John," she responded standing and licking her lips, trying to hold onto her anger to ignore the waves of raw animal lust she was feeling. "You want to tell me why the hell I'd ever do such a thing?"

He let out a low chuckle, looking her up and down.

"Wow. Most women would already be throwing themselves at me by now, but not you. I guess you really are a stone cold bitch, aren't you . . . Power Girl?"

Her big blue eyes widened.

"Yeah, I know your "secret identity." I mean, you didn't even wear a wig or anything, so I'm surprised more people don't know . . . but I guess nobody ever really looks YOU in the face. Like anybody could ignore those huge fucking tits, even in an ugly outfit like that."

He punctuated his speech with a smirk and a leer at her chest.

"I- you-" she began baffled and furious.

"Don't worry, I'll keep your secret provided you do exactly what I say. And you'll do whatever I tell you now, won't you Power Slut?"

Karen's face flushed a furious red, both furious and still oddly aroused, somehow knowing deep in her core she both couldn't disobey this man and would do anything at all just to fuck him.

"How are you doing this to me?" she hissed.

"Don't worry your bimbo head about that. In fact, don't tell any of your fellow superheroes that anything is out of the ordinary, got it? Explain away everything you do, including selling this company. Understand?"

She nodded but deep down she couldn't resist going out without some kind of fight. Her eyes began to glow red, hoping she could still use her powers.

"Hey, none of that." he said with a raised finger. "You can't use your powers on me. In fact, you can't use your powers at all right now unless I say so. Maybe later you can use them. Hmm. Speaking of, use your X-Ray vision to see what I look like naked - let's see if that takes some fight out of you."

Following his commands felt as natural as breathing and she instantly looked at him naked, then gasped as her eyes drank in his cock. It was the biggest cock she'd ever seen on a man and it was completely soft! A low, traitorous moan escaped her lips, despite her fury. She knew she should be trying to think of ways to stop this, whatever it was, but she couldn't. He'd said not to worry about it, so that's what she had to do. Fuck, her pussy was on fire!

"Huh. There goes my next question about if you were a lesbian or not. Figured that might be it, especially with that shitty haircut but I guess you're just a bitch. Oh, by the way, grow out your hair and wear it in pigtails from now on."

"Okay." she replied reflexively, panting and letting out a low moan as he moved closer to her.

"Are- are you going to fuck me?" she asked not sure which answer she truly wanted. Even if he was doing something to her, her body was now aching for his touch, every inch of her.

He looked her up and down, then sighed.

"Not just yet. You haven't earned my cock yet. First, let's get some things out of the way."

He opened up a briefcase she hadn't even noticed he'd been carrying and slid a contract and a pen in front of her.

"Sign this on the dotted lines, put it back in the brief case and then show me those famous tits of yours."

She signed the entire contract without even reading one word.

"I know, I know-" she heard him murmur to someone else. "No sex acts yet with her, I remember. It only counts if I lay a finger on her right? Great."

"What?" she gasped as she finished signing the contract and began unbuttoning her blazer with shaky fingers, slipping it off. "Who are you-"

"Don't worry about it, Power Tits, just get on with the show." he replied as he lazily slid the contract back in the briefcase and locked it.

She undid her blouse and he made a disapproving noise.

"That's a boring bra for the most famous tits in the world. From now on, you either go braless or only wear something that shows them off as much or even more than that slutty costume of yours. Like you want to do every guy on the a planet a favor by showing them off."

He chuckled.

"In fact, why be selfish? I'll share the wealth. From now on, you show anyone who asks your tits, got it? Anybody. Starting with me."

She unhooked her bra and slid out of it quickly, thick pink nipples up and hard. She was presenting her breasts to a total stranger and suddenly aware she would now do that for any guy on the streets who so much as asked. She was trembling with rage but also a part of her wanted him to walk over and just manhandle her throbbing breasts already, especially when she caught a glimpse of his huge cock twitching between his meaty thighs.

"I'm- I'm not a slut." she replied, all evidence to the contrary. Her pussy was likely leaving a stain through her skirt right now, even with her sensible panties.

"Yeah, and that's the problem. You're probably shit in bed, I bet. Hate guys pawing at those tits, always wanting to be in charge. Seems to me you could use some practice being a good little slut before I let you have what you want."

He grabbed his cock through his pants with a smug smirk and she couldn't help but let out a little whimper.

"You want this don't you?" he asked.

"Yes!" she hissed.

"Yes, what?" he said with a shrug.

"Yes, I want your- your cock!" she snapped, furious that he was doing this to her and not doing anything to her at the same time.

"Yes, I want your cock . . ." he repeated trailing off with a hand to one ear.

"Yes, I want your cock, Sir!" she finally added but through grit teeth.

"Jesus, mind fucked six ways to Sunday and still such a bitch." Metallo chuckled. "I think you need an attitude adjustment. From now on, when a guy gives you any attention, you smile. Smile and be grateful. Sound like you mean it too. Let everyone know you like them to look."

She found herself grinning widely and cupped her famous assets, one in each hand, thrusting her chest at him.

"Thanks for looking at my breasts, Sir! I like it a lot! I really would love it if you came on over here and grabbed them and finally had sex with me!" she replied in a cheery voice.

The man had the gall to look vaguely disgusted even as he took out his phone and snapped a picture of her posing topless.

"Jesus. Even your dirty talk is terrible. Okay, first off, breasts isn't even in your vocabulary any more. You'll only ever refer to what you've got in your hands right now as "big titties" or other slutty bimbo words, the dumber and sluttier the better. In fact, "dumb and slutty" is your go to vocabulary from now on unless you're talking to one of your fellow superheroes or having to pretend you're still the same as you were before I walked in the room."

Karen internalized the commands but still couldn't help but sass the man, much as she wanted him to just finally shut up and come over and fuck her senseless.

"Like, I can't like be a boss girl if I'm showing off my big titties all the time, Sir! Please let me go and I'll fuck you real good!"

He snorted.

"Well, it's a good thing you won't be a boss girl from now on. From here on out, you're going to go work someplace where you have to show off those tits to make money. Oh, and from now on, men looking at your tits makes you horny but you can't play with yourself unless a man gives you permission. Got it?"

"Yes, Sir!" she replied with a grin.

He nodded and to a mingling sensation of disappointment and fury, began to put his suit jacket back on.

"Give me your phone. Unlock it first."

She gave it to him instantly.

"I call tell that you're gonna need to practice before you can take my cock." he said as he entered his number on her phone. "There. Now, every day you're gonna let three different guys tit fuck you and you're going to ask them to either record it or take a picture of you afterwards with their cum all over you, then send it to me. Really get good at it, show me you can go pro. Once you do that, you can let anyone else you want fuck your ass or your pussy, their choice. Eventually, I might decide you're worth fucking."

He slid her phone back to her carelessly across the table.

"Tittyfucking three different guys every day? Everyone will, like, know I'm not myself if I do that!" she stammered.

"Well, I guess you'd better be smart enough to not get caught. Maybe at least finally buy a wig or something, you smug bitch. I don't care."

He checked his watch.

"Well, I've got other shit to do today, Power Tits, so I should really be going. Hmm?"

He laughed at empty air.

"Good idea, yeah. Never cover up that body of yours."

She tore off her soaked panties and skirt without an instant's hesitation, hoping it would incite him to fuck her already.

"I meant you need to dress slutty all the time but yeah, that's good too. Be naked as much as possible. You need to make your costume sluttier. Add a thong, lose the cape, show off more skin. Really cocktease all those superheroes around you but don't let them fuck you. If a supervillain asks to fuck you though, you'll go for it. Take them somewhere private if you have to, say yes with a smile and then let them do whatever they want to you. You'll feel ashamed but you'll also get off harder than you ever have before once you make them cum."

His blue eyes glittered with amusement and malice as he tossed off one last new rule for her reality before walking out the door.

"From now on, supervillains make you horny."

***

"Welcome to Mugs & Jugs! I'm Kiki, I'll be your waitress!"

Her meeting with John Corben had been nearly two months ago but his commands were seared into her brain, as true as the sky being blue or needing to eat food to live. Her entire life had changed, starting with her career. She'd gone from CEO to breastaurant waitress in a cheap red wig overnight. That wasn't the worst part, however.

There were four guys at the table and they all immediately leered at her big titties, which was barely covered by a yellow bikini top, ignoring her skintight yellow hot pants. Men looking at her big titites now made her instantly horny, so her nipples went hard, nearly tearing through the cheap spandex material. She could feel her pussy juices start churning, thankful for the small favor that the material wouldn't soak through. (she knew from now vast experience). If any guy had leered at her her like this just eight weeks ago, she'd have snapped at them. Now she just smiled.

She always had to smile and thank men for staring at her big titties and show them off. She was constantly furious and horny in equal measure but her face never showed it. John had said to always look happy for the experience.

"Thanks for looking! I love it when guys look at my big titties!" she giggled inanely in a higher pitched bimbo voice she'd quickly learned to perfect, thrusting her chest out. The men blinked in shock at first but then quickly chuckled and ribbed each other. "But did you, like, want anything to start you off?"

"I could think of at least two things!" said the boldest of the group, a fat brunette guy who didn't bother even looking her in the face anymore as she spoke. Everyone laughed, including "Kiki" as she felt her pussy spasm at his obvious attention to her big titties.

Not that it was anything new. Between this job, her new outfit as Power Girl - basically just a white slingshot thong bikini that made Starfire's outfit look modest with red hooker heels - and still having to dress as slutty as possible whenever she wasn't working at this stupid restaurant, she could now barely recall a time when she WASN'T horny.

"Just a pitcher of whatever's on special to start, babe." the ringleader of the group said with a smile, actually bothering to look her in the eyes but still giving her a wink. He wasn't that bad looking, she thought and snuck a peek at his package with her X-ray vision. Not bad. Reluctantly, she thought this guy might be titfuck number two of the day once she finished with her other tables . . . or maybe even beforehand if too many guys looked at her big titties.

"Coming right up, stud!" she replied with a giggle before turning away.

It turned out that almost every guy in the world said yes to "Can I play with myself while you fuck my big titties?" so it was one of four times a day her now always achingly needy pussy could finally be satisfied. She was actually a shitty waitress - running off to the men's room to let guys fuck her tits at least once or twice if she couldn't get a morning titfuck in with the stranger she'd taken home the night before - but most of the men who came to a place like this didn't give a shit about the service.

Still not the most humiliating things she'd done in the past two months.

Near the top of the list was letting the manager, a big hairy Italian guy named Ricky, titfuck her and worse on his desk every day just so he'd ignore the other girls complaints that this wasn't a whorehouse and let her keep working there. This was the third such restaurant she'd worked at, having been fired at one and nearly arrested at another one, and it was an exercise in pleasurable agony. She was almost about ready to just break down and finally work at a strip club but that felt too much like letting John Corben win. At least this way, she could almost pick and choose which guys she fucked and they weren't the sort of losers or thugs who went to strip clubs.

Corben. That bastard. That huge cocked, handsome bastard. Fuck, she was so horny and so angry just thinking about him. How many more slutty videos and pictures of her tits covered in cum did he need before he'd fuck her?

Still wasn't the worst thing she'd done, however, she thought with a sigh as she went to the bar to get the pitcher of beer.

Having to pretend like she was still her old self while dressed in basically underwear in public and usually horny as hell all the time from all the men sneaking glances at her barely clad big titties was a huge challenge but she still tried to be Power Girl . . . for a while at least. She'd actually talked a line of bullshit so convincing that almost all of her extremely dubious female teammates on the group thought this ridiculous slutty outfit was her choice and she was "finally embracing her sexuality." While some of them insisted she get counseling, nobody had ever been able to make her do anything she didn't want to do and so everyone just accepted it - especially the men. Most of the men were always pitching tents around her before and now it was harder to find a guy who wasn't hard around her, making her furious they couldn't be one of the three random men she got to titfuck every day. Had to titfuck, she reminded herself, with a shake of her head. Goddamn John Corben!

It had worked pretty well, too, until what she'd both dreaded and feared finally happened - a supervillain ran his mouth about her incredibly slutty new outfit.

She thought could handle monitor duty while most of the JSA and the JLA were dealing with a crisis in space but the Flash's Rogue Gallery seemed to catch on that the cat was away and decided to play, robbing a museum in Central City. She thought she could take them out fast enough to not have to worry about another new fact of life - supervillains made her horny and she'd fuck any of them that asked.

She thought wrong. She bust in through a wall but Mirror Master's lightshow blinded her long enough for her to hear one of them speak.

"Love the new outfit, Power Slut! I promise to come quietly, if you know what I mean! Or loud if that's how you like it!" Captain Boomerang.

"Yeah, I give up too if you just take it all off!" Heat Wave added with a snort. "I'll go to prison for a piece of that!"

"Enough chatter, boys. Mirror Master's tricks won't keep her blind for long, let's get out of here."

She blew out a stream of cold breath blindly but it was too late. They all got away.

She followed them, using her Kryptonian superhearing to track them to their hideout, thinking she was going to take them in . . . right until she simply walked in the door, hooker heels clacking and stripped off her skimpy bikini top and slid off her thong.

Supervillain men looking at her big titties made her hornier than anything else in the world and at least one of them had asked to fuck her. She had to fuck any supervillain that asked. Those were the rules if she wanted to make John Corben happy.

The only ones who looked more surprised than Captain Boomerang when a topless Power Girl strode up and kissed him were the rest of the gang.

"I, like, totally need you to fuck me!" she let out in her breathiest bimbo voice as she grabbed his wrists and placed his hands on her big titties.

"Is this some sort of trick?" a stunned Captain Cold asked after a moment, jaw agape.

"I don't give a shit, mate!" Boomerang said with eyes lighting up like he'd won the lottery as he gave her assets a squeeze.

It didn't take much more convincing after that before she was being passed around The Rogue's Gallery like a cheap whore . . . and loving every minute of it.

Waking up the next morning, covered in supervillain cum, remembering how she'd screamed loud enough to wake the dead and her pussy gushed like a fire hose, every time she made one of them orgasm . . . letting them all do whatever they wanted to her? And it being the BEST sex she'd ever had? THAT was the most humiliating thing she'd ever done.

So far, at least.

Sure, she'd tied them up in steel girders and destroyed all their phones the next morning as they all lay passed out from Power Girl nearly fucking them to **** . . . but she knew they'd tell all their friends in prison. Even if nobody believed them, she didn't know if she welcomed or dreaded the next time another supervillain propositioned her.

Why the fuck wouldn't John Corben just tell her she was ready for his cock already, goddamit?

She sent a photo from her own phone to him of her covered in supervillain cum with a detailed description of the night's events. Maybe this time, he'd finally let her fuck him . . .

Finally, a reply text.

"Come to my porn studio. I think you're finally ready for your debut, Power Tits."