You're Supergirl

"You're Kara Danvers. You're Supergirl!"

Kara looked at them, astonished that they had figured out her identity like that. Her mouth was wide open in shock. She quickly collected herself and demanded an answer. "Who the hell are you and how did you get in here?"

"We've been investigating you for years and tracking you for months and now we finally got you. You're even nicely wearing that red kryptonite bracelet, so you already took your powers off the table here."

Kara was pissed and decided to put an end to this. She pressed down on the bracelet and it popped off of her. She felt her powers flowing back into her as her costume put itself onto her and got into a combative stance and said, "Sorry boys. I don't know how you found me, but I'm going to have to put an end to this right now. Remember, I'm Supergirl?"

The man said, "I wouldn't if I were you, Supergirl or should I say Kara? You want to keep me alive and safe."

"Why the hell shouldn't I just let my heat vision burn through your lanky little body or punch you with my super strength?"

"Because I took a photo of your license as Kara Danvers and my phone will automatically email it out to the entire underworld if I don't stop it. Your identity will be known to all of your greatest enemies. Think you'll have even a moment's happiness left after all that? And what about your friends and family?"

Supergirl slumped and desperately thought to herself? "How am I going to get out this one?" This was the only thing she had ever really feared, being exposed. Her identity known. The police, the press, the lawyers by the time they were done with her, she'd be in jail herself and that would be one butch lesbian encounter after another she thought miserably.She searched all her experiences but nothing had ever prepared her for this.

She lowered her head in defeat.

"The first thing you can do is strip, all of it, off. I want you completely naked. I want to make sure you don't have anything hidden anywhere. Now get it off."

"You expect me to strip naked? Also, I'm Supergirl. I don't use weapons!"

"That's what I said, now get to it or I walk out of here and you can read all about yourself in the papers tomorrow."

"What's to stop me from just killing you here and now?" Supergirl asked with unconcealed venom.

"Simple. I don't put in the code that only I know, it gets sent everywhere", he said in a nonchalant tone, as if he had no fear whatsoever that Supergirl would carry out her threat. "Besides," he continued, "everyone knows you super bitches don't kill. To defend your life, maybe, but not for this, now for the last time get that costume off."

Like all blackmailers he wouldn't stop until he had it all. Until he owned her completely. But there was nothing else to do. She was, in fact, over the barrel or it was her turn in the barrel however that stupid joke went. Supergirl hung her head in defeat. She knew he was right; maybe she could kill to defend an innocent life but cold blooded ****? That was what she fought against. She could not allow herself to take even a step down that path. With a small sigh of resignation she began to remove her cape.

"Fine! You're in charge!" she spat angrily as she took her cape from her back and untied it and let it fall at her feet. Next came her belt, quickly she entered the combination on the buckle and it released. She let it fall from her hips. A defiant look on her face was all the resistance Supergirl could muster as she hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her red skirt and pulled it down, leaving her in only her red granny panties.She knew there was no stopping the process, but she didn't have to hurry either. Nothing left now but the good stuff, she thought. Might as well get it over with as she quickly pulled her unitard off freeing her pert 34Cs. They hardly need the sewn in sports bra of her halter. They stood on her chest as if proud of the attention they were receiving. For his part, the scum bag hadn't even taken a breath since she had begun her debasement. She had forgotten her boots! They should have come off before her top, she thought angrily to herself. As she leaned over to unzip her red boots, her breasts hung down and away from her chest, making a lewd picture. She could almost feel him reading her mind as if he knew her mistake. Quickly she unzipped and removed her boots. She stood up and finally could no longer bare the shame and covered her breasts with her arms. "Satisfied?" she said.

"Nice undies," the man said.

"Cretin! They aren't for show!"

"That's right, so get 'em off."

Supergirl closed her eyes, composed herself and did as she was told. She pulled her little panties down and stepped out of them, exposing her neatly trimmed blonde pubic mound. She stood back up and attempted to cover herself as best she could with her hands and arms. She was looking anywhere but at the common criminal who had just **** her, successfully, to strip out of her uniform after disarming herself.

"Hey, I've got a cure for that shyness," he said as he tossed her a shiny pair of nickel-plated handcuffs. Deftly she caught them, exposing her breasts again.

"Not even! I'm not putting these things on!" She declared.

"You'll do as you're told. You don't seem to understand. I own you. Body, mind and soul. Get used to it. Now cuff your hands behind your back."

Once more closing her eyes, Supergirl had **** but to again comply with his demands. She placed one cuff on her left wrist and snapped it shut. Then she placed her hands behind her back and, with more difficulty than she wanted to show, she snapped the cuff on her right wrist. "Is that all, pervert?" she asked.