Maybe Little Kryptonite will put the Slut of Steel in her place...

Lord glanced at a lackey who was loitering jaw-open near by. “Fetch me the contingency plan, just in case” he murmured quietly, before returning his gaze back to the imperilled Supergirl.

“Do you think you can win a battle of wills with Maxwell Lord?” He asked, mockingly.

Staring deep into her eyes, he sent the telepathic signal “stand with you legs apart, hands behind you head. Ready for inspection”.

Supergirl resisted mightly, and Lord’s smirk faded into a grimace.

His eye twitched as he sent the message again, probing, pushing for a way to bend the Girl of Steel to his will.

He let out an involuntary grunt of surprise, as her defences resisted at every turn, until eventually he saw her hands begin to move, her thunderous face begin to falter.

He let out a half-laugh, half-gasp at the exertion, and now felt a small trickle of blood come down his nose.

He had to be careful, couldn’t over extend himself, not when he still had his rightful place as Ruler of National City to ascend too… he would need his powers still for his Magnus Opus, the broadcast that would forever change a city.

As Lord made a show of walking around and checking her out, Kara rolled her eyes. Lord was by far the most disgusting thing she ever encountered, and she once fought Lobo. He then stopped and stared directly into her eyes, and she stared back, defiantly. She nearly gave up, but now she needed him to know she wouldn’t. She couldn’t.

She figured now was the time she would be stripped of everything, including the top and the boots, and then he would do something to punish her for her rebellion, but it was all worth it to see his smirk turn into a grimace.

Hope?

Maybe.

But now she too was mentally strained, and for now she was back to following his every suggestion as if it were law.

Maxwell Lord let out an inward sigh of relief as Supergirl broke, and the look of fierce defiance on her face faded into a look of submissive defeat. He took a minute to compose himself, and then weighed up his options. He must mask it at any cost, but secretly he knew his powers were beginning to strain. If he was to make sure Supergirl truly was his, he would need to act quickly and decisively.

Still...

The naked and exposed beauty truly was something else to behold. Permitting himself to enjoy his moment of triumph, he leaned forward and touched those two large, firm, magnificent breasts. She had pulled down her top, so he made a show of tracing the 'S' on her top. "I think," Lord whispered, a mocking tone evident in his voice, "I know what the 'S' stands for".

Lord looked elated to see Supergirl finally **** into submission. Kara just stared into his eyes, doing as best as she could to show that despite her temporary submission that this wasn’t a sign that she was completely his. Not yet. She hoped not ever. Lord made a show of playing with her again, and he began by putting a hand onto her breasts, and then tracing the ‘S’ on her top. “It’s not an S,” Kara began to say, “on Krypton it meant h—“

But before she could finish however Lord grabbed the edge of the top and pulled it back up. The breasts popped free and Lord let out a murmur of appreciation. Taking hold of them once more, he squeezed. Harder this time than before, although he knew he could not cause her any physical pain. Still, there were other ways to harm Supergirl, and abject humiliation was one that no Sun would protect her from.

Looking up at her face, which betrayed the absolute control he currently held over her, he casually leaned back and slapped her hard across the face. Again, while he could not cause pain, just the fact that he could slap her without retribution would cause her more pain and anger than any punch from Doomsday or Solomon Grundy.

She looked pissed, and she could do nothing as Lord slapped her across the face. There was no pain, but The Maid of Might was furious.

Then, as he held Supergirl's chin in one hand once again, he ran his other hand down her stomach, lingering, teasing her flat belly, before he reached her pussy. "You wanted this covered, I believe." He said, a malicious glint in his eye.

“Don’t you *dare*” she threatened, despite being powerless to stop Lord from doing anything as she stood there with her hands held behind her head, her legs spread, and her breasts bared for he and all to see.

He placed his hand directly over the pussy now, and gave it a slap. Then, two fingers probed her lips, as he made her look directly into his eyes. He wanted to see her humiliation, see her thoughts reflected in those eyes, know that she was screaming to stop all this but unable to do so.

At first she was just angry, but as his fingers began to explore her opening she let out a small moan of pleasure, and she broke her **** stare with Lord and looked away, ashamed that she could feel pleasure at his touch. Oh how she wanted him to stop, but she was powerless to make him stop.

Lord then probed deeper into her pussy, feeling the superheroine struggle to resist, arching her back and squirm as if to get away from his fingers, yet unable to make any movement to truly relieve herself. Then, just as he thought he heard a gasp escape her lips, his lackey re-appeared at his side, eyes as wide as saucepans, holding a thin choker necklace which oddly had a second much longer chain attached.

His fingers began to go deeper, and as she did she gasped and squirmed. She looked at him in the eyes again with a look of anger once again, now pissed off with both him and herself for how she was so effected by his touch. If she wasn’t as resilient as she was she could have toppled over.

Lord stopped, and pulled his fingers out. They were wet. Smiling, he raised them up to Supergirl's mouth and raised an eyebrow. "Ever wonder what you taste like?" He asked, mockingly. He inserted his fingers in her mouth, and then pulled them out to wipe the remainder of wetness across her face.

He pulled his fingers out moments before a second orgasm, and then he stuck his wet fingers into her mouth, before then wiping the rest of her own juices across her face. She stared at him for a moment then spit in his face, which left her with a big smirk.

But, now she was suddenly aware that his lackey was standing beside Lord, the man’s eyes fixed on her two globes, and in the man’s hand was some kind of necklace. Before she could have a good look at it or notice anything special Lord began speaking again, and she turned her attention back to him.

He looked at the necklace and smiled. "You know," he said, with a self-deprecating smile, "I couldn't truly be sure that you'd be so weak as to submit to my will so easily. I thought maybe," he shrugged, "that you would put up more of a fight. How as I to know, truly, that this was something you secretly desired?" After he suggested this was something she had desired she looked enraged again, “that’s a lie!” she yelled, “you disgust me you pig!”

"Still," he continued, "I had prepared a contingency plan! All the great geniuses are two steps ahead of their dullard opponents after all!" Lord reached down, picked up the necklace, and held it up to Supergirl's throat. Smiling, he added. "I think this will look good on you. I hear you like your jewellery in green?"

As Lord held up the necklace she immediately took a step back and nearly stumbled. He had kryptonite. “D-don’t...” she suddenly begged, starting to already feel the effects of the green rock’s radiation.

Lord teased the necklace in front of Supergirl, feeling the fear radiate of her. The necklace had a green stone in the middle of what was otherwise a silver stylised choker. "Yes, Supergirl, I think you can already feel the effects." Lord dangled the necklace in front of the superheroine-turned-damsel-in-distress, watching her eyes move almost-hypnotically with the object as he moved it back and forth. He smiled. "Fear not Simpering Submissive of Steel, the necklace has a helpful function that will stop it radiating Kryptonite, unless I want to it." Lord picked up a remote from the tray the lackey had carried the necklace over, and pressed a small red button. Instantly, the green stone faded, and Supergirl sensed - even in her weakened state - that the stone had been encased in something semi-translucent and - thankfully - able to block the radiation.

Then, Lord placed the chocker necklace around Supergirl's neck, the woman drained of energy and with only the faintest reserves of willpower.

The necklace suitably adorned on the beautiful Kryptonians alabaster skin, Lord stood back, taking the long chain in his hand. The chain ran up to the necklace, and left no doubt as to the impression that was taken. Supergirl was now Maxwell Lord's Slavegirl.

"Now." Maxwell Lord purred, enjoying every moment of domination. "You will take me to City Hall, and we will introduce the world to a side of Supergirl that nobody could have dreamed of."

"And," he continued, "In doing so, you will prove once and for all that nobody and nothing is so powerful that they can resist Maxwell Lord."