8. Imposter: Power Girl

With the destruction of her home universe, Kara Zor-L was lost adrift in the multiverse. When she finally managed to reach a universe after the cataclysm it was not one meant for her.

On this planet Earth, the Kryptonian race ruled over the human population as gods. The red sun gave the Kryptonians powers that no human could match.

For Kara, the red sun drained her powers dry which made it easy for the Kryptonians to capture her for her crime of existence was far too grim to be forgiven. She didn’t understand until the ruler of the Kryptonians came to visit the new captive in the dungeon.

“If this is a joke, I am NOT laughing” Before Power Girl stood a version of herself ten years younger, back when she called herself Super Girl

“Well that explains why all the humans ran away from me. Let me guess, evil fake version of me?”

Suffering no insolence, Over Girl strut up to where the prisoner sat on the bench and backhanded her across the face to send her to the ground, the unfamiliar sensation of pain ringing Karen’s bell and sending the busty blonde to the floor.

“If I must guess this is some prank from one of my constituants. Dress up a concubine in my visage. I would be more annoyed but I must admit this is not bad work” Over Girl ran a few tassels of Karen’s blonde hair between her fingers

The dictator’s eyes drifted lower “Of course there are….differences”

She grabbed a handful of her doppleganger’s famously huge chest which earned her a powerless slap. Over Girl didn’t even acknowledge it

“I see that my constituents have a talent for finding their playthings. Even if I don’t like you I must say you are quite fetching”

“Get you damn grubby paw off me!” Karen yelled, trying her hardest to pry Over Girl’s hand off her breast.

To make a point, the dictator clutched down harder on the massive orb and lifted the interdimensional blonde off the ground.

All Power Girl could do was helplessly flail, kicking her legs, trying anything to make the pain she felt cease.

“What shall I do with you? You do seem quite stubborn and unruly. I can’t just let you go, your very appearance is detrimental to my reputation” Overgirl’s eyes became surrounded by red waves of heat

Karen felt the fear creep into her, a feeling she was very unfamiliar with. She missed her home. She missed her powers. She missed the security that her home brought.

Security…in this new twisted world maybe there was one shot for being safe.

It was another pleasant day for Over Girl, ruling over Earth. Currently, the dictator was looking over a party celebrating her ten year rule of the new Kryptonian colony.

The celebration going on around was the only thing drowning out the sound of *gluk*

At the feet of the dictator was the leader of the rebellion, a woman by the name of Divine. She was marked by her pitch black hair and enormous chest which had since been marked with the symbol of the house of El.

Of course underneath the makeover she was of course none other than Karen Starr.

Killing two birds with one stone, Karen had been made to appear as a different person and publicly defiled by the regent of Earth, crushing the last hopeful embers of the resistance.

Currently the crying Kryptonian was begging through the strap in her mouth for air.

“Plh! Fhh!”

Much like so many other pleas for mercy, it was denied, the dictator bringing the court whore’s head down harder on the strap, inadvertently making her huge tits bounce.

There was no pleasure in this for Over Girl but seeing the misery and pain her lesser self was in, the fire in her eyes having long sputtered out, it reminded her of the girl’s new name.

Divine.