The Public Debut Of The Slut of Steel

The flight over was exhilarating. Supergirl, her naked breasts and shaved bush on full display, seemed as red-faced as the red-sun he'd heard would depower her. Flying through the cool night air would have been the highlight of anyone's evening, and his hair streamed behind him as his face howled with maniacal laughter into the wind. Supergirl was holding him under his shoulders and he glanced back every now again, taking in ever inch of her exposed skin, feeling a growing sense of satisfaction at the humiliation been inflicted on the fallen heroine. No-one would dare challenge him when they saw the lapdog that he had at his command.

He could sense the tension in her body, the inner conflict that had no way of breaking out. The turmoil in her head at being made to do all of this against her will. His nose was dripping now more regularly, but he **** that thought from his mind. Not when he was this close would he allow any moments of doubt to creep in. No, Supergirl was his, and that's the way she would remain.

They landed at City Hall, and Lord was pleased to see that their arrival had already attracted attention. While now quite late in the evening, the Mayor and some of her Councillors were only just finishing work, and as Maxwell Lord stood in the middle of the vast open foyer of the City Hall he surveyed all of what would soon be his.

Next to him, Supergirl stood, dejected and with her shoulders slumped, her large breasts hanging free and her wet pussy betraying her body's arousal at what he knew she would be hating on the inside.

Maxwell Lord took hold of the necklace and waved one arm around the hall grandly. The officials and politicians who came scurrying from their offices came to a shocked halt as they saw the scene unfolding before them.

"Behold!" Maxwell Lord called out, his voice echoing in the Hall's high ceilings. "Behold 'Supergirl', the so-called-saviour of National City! Bring me the press, for it's time the city, the world, saw the real 'Supergirl', in all her submissive glory!"

All around them a large circle began to form, with people exiting the courthouse coming to a stop behind them, and the ones loitering or remaining outside the building filling in the rest of the circle.

The citizens and public servants she swore to protect all stared in much the same way the employees at Lord’s lab had, though there were much more sympathetic looks mixed in with fear at what the defeat of the city’s greatest hero could mean. Kara glanced at the crowd, and as she did her eyes rested on a city councilor who had made his entire campaign around hating her and wanting to ‘regulate’ her actions. The older politician looked at her as hungrily as the lackey back at Lord’s lab. Kara turned away and kept looking at the crowd, anxious for sympathy. She mostly found it, but among the myriad of faces she unfortunately found many with looks of desire, disdain, or disgust.

Kara looked down at her breasts in shame, the green kryptonite incased in its translucent casing rested between the two breasts prominently and it caused her to shiver at the thought of the casing opening, so she looked up again and at the sky.

Her cousin, Kal, was in space, and he wouldn’t be back for days. There was no help for her that could prevent this. She could only help herself.

In no time the press began to arrive, and mixed in with the staring faces cameras began to flash and reporters began to ask questions, and not all of them sympathetic for the subdued heroine...

Lord soaked in every passing moment, his enjoyment increasing immeasurably as he saw how humiliated his captive felt. Giddy with power and control, he cast his gaze over the assembled masses who were now gathering in front of them. The cameras were now rolling, and he could see amongst the faces of the stunned and the shocked that there were more than a few faces filled with lust and longing. He would give them a show they'd never forget.

"Behold, people of National City!" Maxwell Lord proclaimed, a maniacal glint in his eye. "I am Maxwell Lord, your new saviour. It is I that you will now give your hero-worship too, it is I that you will now look for guidance, for leadership, and that would will give your obedience and lives too."

He looked to his left, where Supergirl stood defeated, as she tried now to avoid eye contact with those who were so clearly having her humiliation etched into their memories. The red lights on the cameras as well had sealed her fate, as she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that images of her submission and defeat would have spread globally by now.

Lord wondered if there was still perhaps just the tiniest spark of rebellion inside that blonde bombshell. Whether there was still a small part of herself screaming to resist him.

"Kneel" he commanded her. "Kneel and show them your rightful place by my side!"

As Lord spoke she scanned the crowd, and then stopped as she looked at a young woman around 18-19, likely an intern, who stared back at her with a look of hope. She believed Kara could do something to stop Lord, and Kara gave them a sad smile. Kara was not sure if she could, but she would try. Lord told her to kneel, and instead she just stood there. “No,” she told him plainly, “I won’t.” Her face was tense, and she was exerting as much will power as possible just to achieve what she did.

For a moment, his nostrils flared as the tall gorgeous naked superheroine stayed standing, a tense look on her face.

"KNEEL!" he thought again, the telepathic command slamming into Supergirl's mind, and he took one half-staggered step back as the exertion of controlling the Girl of Steel began to visibly show.

Slowly, jerkily, Supergirl dropped to her knees, her head cast down. Lord wasn’t done yet. She looked down, and breathed heavily.

"See!" Lord cried, holding the leash high. "You have put your hope in false Gods. Now," he looked down to the Maid of Might, "you put your hope in me!"

Staring at her again, he commanded her silently "Remove your top, remove the 'S' that you so foolishly paraded around, and destroy it!"

He dropped the leash chain to the ground, so that she could take her top off, but brandished the remote in his other hand as a threat.

To defy him again she would have to build up to it, and so she did as she was told. After Lord let go of the chain she stared at him and nodded as he held out the remote. She got the message. Kara grabbed the top and then pulled it up and over her head, then laid it down flat in front of her. Still on her knees, Kara looked down at her family’s symbol, and then she burned it away with her heat vision. As she did so the top caught fire, and soon it was merely ash. Kara looked up at Lord, her eyes still glowing red, before then fading back to normal.

Now dressed in only her red boots, Kara had nothing left to potentially cover herself with. She was now completely and totally nude...