Supergirl

Supergirl's fist made contact with the face of the mugger. Blood sprayed, teeth went flying, the goon hit the pavement, as Supergirl sneered viciously at the crook. Served him right. Pursesnatching in this day and age, and in broad daylight too? Scum. Trash. Filth.

Violent thoughts swirled through Kara's head, followed by ones of lust, even as she kicked the stomach of the thug over and over. She had been having a lot of those lately, since she got a faceful of that gas Harley Quinn unleashed on Metropolis. She claimed to others she was fine, but the truth was, whatever was in that chemical had infected her mind, clearly. Warped her perceptions, darkened the world around her. Kara had done her best to contain these new emotions and desires, but now they came all out at once in a torrid storm.

Kara spat on the thug, her Kryptonian strength having turned his insides into a slurry of red. A shame. She was so hot and bothered, she would probably have fucked him if he were still alive. But...

She turned to the cowering woman the mugger had tried to victimize, the young woman having gone from terrified to being attacked, to relieved that she was saved, to even more terrified at the sight of Supergirl, a paragon of justice, brutalizing the lowlife crook. And now, with the crazed Kryptonian looking right at her, she collapsed to her knees, begging for her life.

Kara smirked. Now, her first thought was how hot the girl was. Big, bright eyes, heart-shaped face, wide hips... this mugger had good taste. Second, she thought how annoying her whining was. God, fuck people. These weak, pathetic losers begging for her help and protection. She was sick of it all!

And the worst part was, Kara knew that this was wrong, all wrong. She shouldn't be thinking like this, doing these things. She needed help! But it felt so right, and she just couldn't hold it in anymore.

"pleasedonthurtme pleasedonthurtme..." the woman babbled over and over, on her knees, back flush against the wall. Kara approached with a smirk, throttling the woman and lifting her up. Gently. As gently as she deigned.

"Now why would I hurt a pretty thing like you?" Kara said with a predatory smile. "All I want is a just reward for my hardwork." She then went in for a kiss, ramming her tongue into the woman's mouth. Her attempts at resistance were feeble at best, before Kara could feel all fight fade and the woman's body to go slack.

After the sloppy, lustful, greedy kiss, Kara pulled back, surprised to see the woman's face was now free of fear and panic. Free of everything, as he face was blank and emotionless, her eyes empty black pools. Did she... did that gas give her mind control powers? Just what else did that shit do to her?

Questions for later, as Kara decided to test what she could do. "Okay bitch, listen up. You're gonna forget about everything that just happened. In fact, forget about everything. Your whole life. From now on, you're Candy, and your only desire in life is to be the top prostitute in Metropolis, got it?"

The woman nodded listlessly, as the black in her eyes receded, Kara releasing her. Fear was replaced by desire, as the woman - now Candy, clearly - looked Kara up and down, purring hungrily.

"Well, sugar," she teased languidly, running a finger across Kara's "S" Shield, tracing the shape of her bust. "I normally don't give out freebies, but how often does a girl get to fuck a superhero? Whaddya say?"

Kara said "Get on the ground, slut" and within minutes, she was straddling Candy's face, grinding her pussy into the newly made prostitute's mouth, as she came all over her. Kara basked in the post-orgasm high before flying off, not even sparing a glance to the woman who's life she just ruined.

"God fucking damn it! What is wrong with me?"

Kara was a storm of anger as she raged around her apartment, smashing anything she could get her hands on. She was furious. At herself. At the world. At Harley Quinn and her stupid gas! This would be so easy to solve. Just go to her cousin, to anyone in the League! But she hadn't, she wouldn't! She couldn't! Her mind was at war with itself, both hating and enjoying what she had become.

Plus, she was horny! Even after fucking that mindwiped slut, her pussy was on fire, and she had been masturbating in between fits of rage, imagining hot sluts licking her snatch and hot studs fucking her with big cocks. Forcing bitches like Wonder Woman on their knees to worship her. Hell, she was beginning to wonder what her cousin Clark was packing. Maybe him and Lois would be up for a threesome?

Kara came for the fifth time, cursing up a storm as she did, feeling a fleeting physical relief, even as the mental anguish continued to eat at her. She sighed, collapsing into a sweaty heap, finally realizing she hadn't even taken off her uniform, finally realizing how badly she had trashed her apartment.

Yet, none of that was important right now. In the clarity granted her by her climax, Kara realized what she had to do. Hurriedly and carelessly, she flew out of her bedroom, smashing through walls and ceilings without even thinking about it. She had to find a certain someone, as soon as possible.

They would be the only one who could solve her problem.