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<!--StartFragment-->Lex absolutely hates working with me.

He is vibrating with hardly contained rage, clutching the metal table, if he clenched his teeth any harder he was going to Crack a molar.

“These” he hissed, “Are the purest raw meteor samples I have ever seen.” His paused to take several deep breaths.

“And you got them by…” I cut him off by saying “Yes, I wandered around the outskirts of Smallville and found them on a riverbank” I had told him this 5 or 6 times already so I was pretty dismissive about it.

“I want another vile of your fucking blood” Said Lex Luther with a point of his finger and a bulging vein on his forehead before storming away.

“BILLIONS OF DOLLARS IN MINING OPERATIONS AND JUST…. HUR HUR ROCKS ON THE RIVER FUUUUUCKK!” He shrieked when he was around the corner seeming completely oblivious we could all hear him.

I started talking to the kryptonite specialist Lex brought in. Lex claimed he knew more but the narrative has left me alone with this guy so, he’ll do.

Based on this pamphlet with easy to digest bite sized explanations about what the different colors did and how they could interact, positive and negative, with each other, I had several options.

An hour later we had reached a deal where he would make me what I asked for but he was unusually insistent about redundancy. So he made me two of everything. He kept whatever was left afterwards, which was likely most of it but I don’t mind paying for expertise.

Lex rejoined with a bitter pout. As much as he hated me I was offering him a chance to cause distress and distraction to superman well also taking another Kryptonian off the board.

“Superman is celebrating the recent victory against brainiac in central city with the Justice league. Supergirl was last seen chasing a newer villain through a portal. I don’t know much about who he is but what I’ve been able to tell about his portals is they lead to a reality with dilated time.”

That didn’t sound right to me, how was I supposed to **** he into my perfect little alien Fucktoy if she wasn’t even in this plane of existence.

I’m not even sure my abilities work in other realities. Hell, technically I’m not 100% sure I HAVE abilities.

I think Lex saw the flicker of doubt in my eyes and his internal predator jumped at the chance to feel superior again.

“That means” he started, speaking slower, as though to a child “that when she starts opening the portal on her side to escape, which she absolutely will, either by forcing him to do it or figuring out how to do it on her own, I always hate admitting it but they are smart, it will take approximately 24 times longer to open on our end. She’s been gone for 2 weeks which means she is approximately 14 hours deep into whatever ridiculous otherworldly bullshit is happening there. You will need to wait at the ready and I will set up a few squads strategically around the city with orders to respond the moment a portal rift is detected. Could be any second, could be months”

I kinda zoned out for most of it but I’m pretty sure he told me I was in sit and wait mode and when she came back we would ambush her.

3 Hours later Lex was shrieking about vials of my blood again As I rushed out the door with my small bag, current estimate 12 minutes until stable portal. I dont know why he even want more of it, he hasn’t been able to find anything the last three times. My clone didn’t have any powers, I wonder how Tom’s doing, I should stop by the coffee shop and see if he still works there.

Lex’s squad reported the trap was being constructed with 4 minutes to spare as I drove as quickly as I could. Despite a fair amount of traffic the path I needed was mostly clear and I got all the green lights.

I turned onto the street, outskirts of metropolis, seedy, secluded. The building looked abandoned with boarded up windows and the kind of decay that can only happen when nobody even looks at something for months.

I felt uneasy, its not a familiar feeling for me.

One of the squad came on the radio, “there’s an anomaly” my stomach did a flip. I should have know Supergirl was too powerful of a target, it all going to hell before I got here must be my powers way of salvaging what it could.

I Almost ran then and there. By the skin of my teeth I stayed outside, hand on the door.

“Did it effect the outcome” I said into the radio, after what felt like felt like far too long the static cracked and he replied “2 people came through the portal, both are contained and the aperture device has been confiscated.”

OK, ok. One of the three likely outcomes Lex had said was that she returned with the villain.

He seemed to be ordinary in terms of strength so the lead portion of the box would serve to hold him as well as the green kryptonite portion contained her.

I opened the door and strode in, trying to hide the panic I had just swallowed.

“Report” I said to the guy who looked like he was in charge.

“Unidentified female accompanied the target through the portal. As planned we closed the kryptonite laced lead box around them as they emerged. Unidentified female is reacting to the kryptonite in standard fashion of a Kryptonian”

Good report, solid, why was another Kryptonian woman in there with my new…

“Thank you Doctor redundancy” I said out loud with a laugh as I held up the 6 piercings instead of the 3 I asked for.

I walked up the the box and opened the slot to look inside.

Lots of moaning and grunting in pain but the funniest part was that we built the box to be a fairly tight fit for Supergirl and a rather short slim man. Supergirl was pressed against a wall with her face squished between the absolutely giant Bazongas on the tall muscular blond woman against the other. Both were clearly in a lot of pain and had minor injuries apparent from whatever they had just finished dealing with.

“Who the fuck are you?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. Looking her up and down, wow that costume is slutty, its got an actual tit window and just a thin strip up the crotch below the waist, covered the arms though, I guess she finds that important.

“P….Po….Power….Girl” she choked out with great effort, the pain and disorientation absolutely overwhelming her. Supergirl tried to speak but between the pain and the suffocating by giant tits it wasn’t Important.

“given how were meeting I hope you can understand why I find that ironic, you’re a Kryptonian I assume?” Jesus, SUPERman was lazy enough but understandable in its overall simplicity. SUPERgirl is because of superman already being established and she rode his coattails. But fucking POWERgirl? Is there at least already a power WOMAN somewhere? Supergirl is 20 at the oldest but this bitch is like 35 with a GIRL moniker? Should enslave her for that alone, let alone for my own amusement.

“Y…yesss” she said, watering eyes begging me for mercy. “please, please, I mean no harm, please let me…us out, please.”

It was really a beautiful display of begging for mercy. her voice wavered in just the right places, There was an implied “ill do whatever you want” in the way she held my eye and softly bit her bottom lip.

“How many times has that actually worked?” I asked, genuinely curious how often she offered to fuck her way out of problems. Even more curious how often, if ever, she followed through on such promises.

“nnnngh oh, go fuck yourself” she spat, unable to maintain her composure, head lolling to the side.

“Is it true that your blood actually boils inside your body when exposed to the green stuff?” I asked playfully getting a long groan of agony from both.”

I shut the display hole and turned to the group of goons.

“Be honest with me, we have 2 Kryptonians and a ton of kryptonite. If we open that box can we restrain them long enough to apply the more permanent restraints?” I asked them.

A different guy then the one I originally spoke to, who was evidently the actual group leader, said “if we release the latch and unfurl the box again we have a 12 foot lead wall that will leave them as frail as children if they are within 10 feet of it and hardly as strong as a regular earth woman within 20, there are 8 of us, me, and you three take the tall one, you 4 hold down the short one and he does what he’s here for. And remember, this is the guy who set up that thing with Catwoman for us, we owe him one”

The tactical breakdown ended with a few hoots and thank yous from from the group before they wheeled the box over into a corner and opened it so it made a triangle with the corner of the room, all 11 of us inside it.

The green glow permeated everything, it was simply the only color that existed in that little corner of the room. Until I took the piercings out, there was no where near as much light as would be needed to win against the green but a shine if blue red and pink joined the color spectrum.

They screamed out in pure pain as I stabbed both of them through the clit.

The matching rings were secured in their clits with the tiny pink heart dangling, like a small charm for a bracelet. 100% pure refined pink Kryptonite. The change wasn’t noticeable because the pain of the green overwhelmed it completely.

The only reason I had wanted 2 of the barbell piercings for the nipples was symmetry so, for that, I was glad to have 4. But the first one put on would do the job.

A ball of red on one end, blue on the other.

The doctor had been able to modify the blue, due to its purity, so instead of 100% removal of her Kryptonian powers it would leave her weaker then a normal human but still have her natural durability. It also would only nullify the effects of green kryptonite well allowing the others to work normally.

Both of them reacted exactly the same to the nipple piercing. One last gasp of pain blending perfectly into a **** moan of lust.

The pink had, let’s say odd effects on superman, but ones that ultimately gave Lex no advantage. His pride wouldn’t let him use it against Supergirl however, considered THAT kind of attack to be gauche. She had been trapped in a cave with it once. It didn’t take her strength, she could have left any time she wanted, instead she fingered herself to 59 consecutive orgasms before superman found her, she was noticeably dumber for the next few weeks after.

She had been over 50 feet away from the source.

Now, it was in direct contact with her clit and the results where obvious.

The red stripped her inhibitions, leaving worries about morality and consequences a distant memory.

Basic Kryptonian math, Blue+Red+Pink = dumb, powerless and nymphomaniacally, desperately, Horny.

Given their current situation neither of them had a name that seemed appropriate. Before changing them though I thought to ask “what are your real names anyway”

“Kara Zor-El” the both answered in perfect unison.

“well that would be too confusing” I said after blinking a few times, time travel bullshit? They definitely had similarities but they looked way to different to be the same person.

“I’m gonna call you Superwhore and Powerless Girl” I said to a chorus of chuckles.

“Sure, sounds good, will you like, Fuck me now or whatever?” Powerless girl said with a hopeful smile.

Just for that, I started with Superwhore.