He decides to let his lackey have a feel of her before they leave

And so, The Girl of Steel now found herself wearing a necklace with a piece of kryptonite that can be utilized at any moment to depower her. Her exposure to the Green kryptonite that now rested on her neck was only light, but she was a little weaker than before, and despite herself she was trembling. The necklace, a choker, was connected to a chain that Lord held proudly. He wanted her to be his ****, and if she didn’t hold on she just might...

Lord suddenly got an idea, and then stepped back and nodded at his lackey, a forty-something balding man with a prominent belly under his stained white lab coat. "However before we leave, I've been very, very selfish! Please." Lord said, with an air of magnanimity, indicating the naked superheroine. "She'll enjoy it, no matter what she says."

Kara looked over at him and then at the lackey, and ugly middle-aged man who was overweight, the man who was now given permission to have his way with her. “Please...don’t...don’t touch me,” she begged of the man, but he ignored her.

With a nervous giggle and the faint hint of drool in the corner of his mouth, the man scurried forward and began to fondle the helpless superheroine, groping and squeezing, his body shaking in sheer delight at this incredible opportunity. His hands were trembling as he reached around and squeezed her ass, giggling to himself as he then put one shaking hand on her pussy while his other hand squeezed and mashed her right breast, feeling the nipple and the firm skin move under his grip.

The already trembling Supergirl couldn’t stand, and she nearly fell over, but when she fell she was leaned against her molester as he began to grope her breasts. The Girl of Steel moaned softly, but in between moans she begged and pleaded with the lackey. “P—please...” she said as she moaned, whispering in his ear, “stop...I....you’re better...than....please...” Throughout it all Lord laughed.

Lord stood back, laughing at every fumbling, amateurish movement the man made, but his cruel laughter was like a cat of nine tails lashing into Supergirl's exposed and defenseless skin.

Finally, after minutes of the man's groping, grunting attentions, Lord waved the man away and looked again directly into Supergirl's eyes. "Is there still even the smallest slither of defiance left inside there?" he asked. "Maybe. Maybe that makes what you just endured an even greater injury!" Lord stepped back now and took a deep breathe in.

The man’s inexperienced and amateurish groping never brought her even close to orgasm, but she was a mess. Her Lucious and gorgeous blonde hair was unkempt and all over the place, and where before stood the strong and courageous hero there was now a scared and frightened practically nude girl. When Lord looked into her eyes she stared at him bitterly, and even after being used and abused like she was something to be passed around she still looked into her captor’s eyes with a look that said how she felt. There was a way to get out of this situation, and she still believed she would find it. Then blood trickled out of Lord’s left nostril, and Kara smiled.

In the back of his mind, Lord could feel a small trickle out of his nose, but he resisted the urge to reach up and check. When he was so close to final victory, he wouldn't give her the satisfaction. "Now, take us to City Hall! We have an announcement to make, and a point to prove!"

She knew it would get much worse, but there was proof there was a way out. All she had to do was survive the humiliation that was to come.

Lord wanted to go to City Hall, so she picked him up and then flew out the window and into the sky above the city skyline.

Then...at long last...

They arrived at City Hall....