Time to give her a tour....

Lord smirked as he saw the look of defeat on Supergirl's face. "Yes Supergirl, you now know what a mistake it was to mess with Maxwell Lord. Your second-rate brand of heroing is no match for a true master of manipulation!"

He placed both hands on her breasts now, taking firm hold and feeling her heart beat pound under her skin. He gave them a squeeze, sensing the powerlessness that the superheroine felt at being unable to move even an inch to block his attentions. Supergirl let out an involuntary moan after Lord had tightly squeezed both of her breasts, something that caused her to feel great shame and embarrassment. He had not hurt her, for even still while under his control her powers were working, so she moaned for a very different reason...and she couldn’t stop him. All she could do was look down at his hands as he squeezed her breasts firmly with a wide eyed look. Seeing this, Lord lifted Supergirl's chin up again so that he could stare directly into her eyes, seeing the misery of her predicament reflected in them.

"However, I'm a man of my word and I said you could explore my lab. Since you're now more... appropriately dressed shall we say? ... I invite you to visit each of my labs. I'm sure my scientists will be very excited to answer any questions you might have!"

Lord laughed at that, and winked at the stricken superheroine. "Although we have a no capes policy, so I'm sure you won't mind if we relieve you of that." Lord leaned in and whispered. "Health and safety of course, wouldn't want to catching in any machinery!" Lord took a couple of steps back so that Supergirl could start her tour of the lab. "Oh, don't worry too much about the panties. I have plans for those later..."

Nodding, Kara obeyed and did as she was told and tugged at the back of her cape from behind her back. A second later the cape was falling to the floor and was left resting behind her ankles, leaving her ass essentially fully exposed while she wore her thong. Supergirl was now to be paraded all over Lord’s lab dressed in only her red boots, a white thong, and her top, which was pulled up and bundled above her exposed breasts uselessly. Her fear, shame, and embarrassment consumed her as she turned from Lord and began to walk around the lab, much to the viewing pleasure of any employee present.

Supergirl was given the tour, and unlike what she might have expected he was giving her an actual tour. As she was shown the first station Lord introduced her to a group of entirely male scientists who stared at her with gobsmacked expressions. When asked their names and what they do they stammered their way through basic introductions. “I uh...I’m a...” one had said, never looking away from Supergirl’s chest, “I’m Dave, I’m uh...a nuclear physicist and I...” And mostly every station was the same. At one station a female employee of Lord’s stared at her with a judgmental look, as if she was some kind of exhibitionist or a slut who was here on her own volition and enjoying the attention. Kara wasn’t, hell she wasn’t even wet, and yet somehow that reaction caused her the most shame.

Lord paraded Supergirl around the lab, and the mostly male workers who were at their stations struggled to keep their mouths open as the beautiful blonde bombshell bared her bosom at each and every one of them. After the first few stations, where scientists had tried to answer basic questions and managed to forget even simple details like their own names, nothing much at all of any use had been learnt. What had happened though was that Supergirl was developing a larger and larger entourage, who followed her wherever she went, and occasionally stumbled into a trolley or a table as their attentions fixed with laser-like focus on the white-thonged ass in front of them. "I see your popularity is well-earned." Lord murmured, as he revelled in Supergirl's obvious embarrassment and discomfort. "And I think you'll find this particularly... revealing?" Lord tone teased her even as he indicated a small robotic dog that lay on the floor. "I believe you have your own super-mutt, from what I've read in the papers. I'm sure you have a super-pussy too of course, and we'll get to that shortly." Lord smirked.

Lord made some joke about her having a super-pussy after talking about Krypto, which caused a few of the men who had started to follow them around to laugh. Kara blushed, and fought the urge to bring up her actual supercat named Streaky.

"For now, you may want to inspect the workmanship on this robotic companion - they'll be in all the houses soon!" Lord dropped down to his knees, and then looked at Supergirl, subliminally sending her a message. Groaning, Supergirl slowly bent at the waist, keeping a perfectly straight back and presenting a bent-over ass to the multitude of people behind her. "You see, Supergirl, my plan is two-fold, control and monitor. You've already seen how I can control people, even superheroines such as yourself. Once my broadcast has started, I'll be taking my little act city-wide, and then when my canine companions here are in everyone's homes, I'll be able to keep an eye on everyone to ensure I have complete... and utter... control..."

No one said anything, but she could feel several eyes on her perfectly round and presented ass. Lord said something about his plan, but Kara was too distracted to hear or understand anything he said, and because of how top heavy she already was, she was having to fly partially to keep from falling over as she was **** to stand bent over with her back perfectly straight with her ass presented to the crowd of employees and her tits hanging freely.

Lord stood up and turned to face the crowd behind them, as Supergirl remained bending over and looking at the dog. "Gentlemen, if you ever needed further proof of how we are destined to win, I present to you, the Slut of Steel!" Glancing back to the humiliated Supergirl, and seeing her cuffed hands resting on the back of her thong panties, he issued his next order. "Pull. Down. Your. Panties."