A serious and mature discussion of feminism... yeah, right

Power Girl's smile falters for a moment, but she rallies. "Er, yes," she says. "Feminism is... is just so stupid," she finishes lamely.

"You don't seem happy at having to say that," you observe teasingly. "What do the rest of you think?"

"Oh, absolutely," says Zatanna. "A woman's place is at her man's feet, supporting and helping him."

"Yeah," agrees Black Canary. "Power Girl clearly doesn't have the right attitude to serve you." She hesitates for a moment and adds "Power Girl seems to believe in girl power." She looks at you hopefully to see if you approve of the wordplay.

"That's not fair!" protests Power Girl. "I was just taken by surp-"

"Shut up," you suggest, and her mouth slams shut. You pause for a moment to appreciate her expression as she stares at you anxiously, awaiting your judgment. The fear and hope in her eyes further stiffens your already-hardening cock. "Look, I know you're dumb enough to believe in feminism, but that's all right. No one's interested in you for your brains, after all." You give a condescending chuckle as you give her breasts one last squeeze before releasing them. "You're pretty much just a mobile life-support system for your tits," you explain. You lean forward and trace your tongue around her left nipple for a few seconds. She throws her head back and moans exaggeratedly, clearly putting on a performance for your benefit. "You know what they say about women with big boobs, you take a woman's IQ and subtract... no, wait, you add her cup size to the weight of her brain and... no... look, the point is, you're an idiot, but I actually like that in a woman." You smirk smugly at the Kryptonian, daring her to challenge this assertion.

"Yes, Sir," she says meekly. "I'm even dumber than most women, so I'll always make sure to seek the advice, I mean the commands of a man like you." An idea strikes her. "Of course, I may have believed in feminism before I met you, but at least I'm not Wonder Woman -- she's a feminist icon."

You turn to Wonder Woman to see how she will answer this accusation.

Wonder Woman blinks for a couple of seconds, trying to come up with a response. She can't reasonably deny the accusation, and everyone there knows it. Finally she says "Yes, that's true. I've been a symbol of women's liberation for decades. Which means that when you grind me under your heel, it's like you're grinding the entire concept of feminism into the dirt." She licks her lips, giving them a moist sheen, and slowly walks up to you, gaze fixed on your eyes. It's clear from the exaggerated and awkward sway of her hips that she has little experience in doing a "sexy walk," but she's giving it her best effort. "Think about it," she whispers huskily. "Picture having a symbol of female empowerment crawling behind you on a leash. Imagine what girls all over the world will think when they see their hero put in her place, and hear her giving speeches about the importance of submitting to a man." She leans in close to whisper to you, her hand tracing over the bulge in your pants, her touch easily detectable through the thin hospital-style clothing you're wearing (you wonder briefly why your captors gave you clothing at all, but dismiss the matter as unimportant). "What do you think that will do to the cause of feminism?" She grows even bolder now, not just trailing her fingers over your dick but squeezing it through your pants. "Haven't you ever seen me on television talking all my bullshit about female empowerment and just wanted to **** the feminism out of me? Well here's your--"

Unable to take it any more, you put your hands on her shoulders and push downwards. "On your knees, bitch," you snarl.