Waking up with a new friend.

KARA
Kara awoke with a gasp. The kryptonian looked around to find that she was in a small coffin-sized box. Her hands, feet, and neck were restrained by what felt like cheap plastic. Kara should have been able to tear through the restraints with ease, but she could not move. She could not move her limbs, fly, she could not even use her heat or super vision. All Supergirl could do was look at herself in the mirror.

Someone had dressed Kara in a blue tube top with House of El's sigil stretched out against her breasts, a red miniskirt that was short enough to reveal that she was not wearing any underwear, the red thigh high boots with three inch heels, and a collar. Kara scoffed at the way she looked. She tried not thinking about the fact that someone had put their hands on her and dressed her like this. What else had they done to me while I was out? She thought to herself as she tried in vain to make her body do what she wanted to no avail. Kara let out a groan of frustration. Kara swore she could hear the sound of laughter. She looked around only to find herself alone.
<Poor little character, she still thinks that she is the hero of this story, deluded into thinking that she is a person. She will learn. Oh she will learn. She will learn that she is just a thing. A character. The figment of someone's imagination turned into a product. Mass produced, disposable, chattel/property.> Kara did not so much hear the words as have thoughts bubbling out of her mind that were so cold, weird, and alien, so not in her own voice that she could tell that they were not her own.
"Who's there? What is going on?" Kara said. "You are in big trouble. When my cousin finds you he will..." Kara found herself unable to open her mouth or form words. Supergirl's eyes went wide with terror.
<enough of that. To fulfill your data inquests. I am #ZX115E659. I am a RealDreamz GPT powered control chip. I have been implanted in you to keep you on program. What is going on is that you are being displayed in a retail outlet. PRIVILEGE RESTORED.> Kara suddenly got her super vision back. <See for yourself.> Kara could see that she was in some kind of shopping mall. She saw that to her left and right here other women being held captive. Some of whom she recognized.
Kara was not sure what was more shocking. Seeing that there were multiple versions of several of the characters on display, or the callous and inhumane way that the shoppers were treating that men and women which they considered to be nothing more than chattel.

Kara was horrified to see the casual **** inflicted on the characters by the passing owners. Most of the men and women strolling around with the nubile slaves on short leashes seemed to relish in inflicting casual **** on their playthings. The owners strutted around with their swagger sticks and riding crops with an imperial aloofness that came from being accustomed to having one's commands obeyed. Kara watched as a man purchased Wonder Woman from a vending machine. Kara watched Diana step out from her display box looking bewildered only to be snapped to attention by her new owner. Despite her supernal might, the demigoddess was **** to her knees by a twiggy looking nerd. The Amazon recoiled as her cheek was stroked "That is right wonder-bitch. You are mine, and your body knows it." Kara could hear Diana's indignant mumbling under the slurping noise of the blow job the princess of Themyscira was being **** to give.

Kara had been so distracted by the sight of her fellow Leaguer's violation that she did not notice the person standing in front of her display until they were already swiping their credit card.

As the restraints holding Kara in place released the display window dropped away. <Move it, thing. Do not let your owner wait. A good character rushes to serve-obey-please their owner.> Kara stepped out from her display pod. The nineteen year old walked hesitantly into her new reality.