Chapter 1: Capture of Supergirl
I flew down from the Metropolis skies just for a simple TV interview. The Daily Planet team, all suits and ties, oozing charm and artificial sincerity, directed me to this stark white changing room, an uninviting space draped in cold white light. I am wearing my Supergirl costume, a cropped white blouse exposing my slender waist, and a tight blue bodycon skirt, which shows off my long slender legs.
Minutes later, there was a knock on the door.
"Ms. Supergirl, we're so sorry but there's been a slight change in our filming schedule.
We'll be ready for you in about 30 minutes, could you please wait in the changing room? It's the least we can do to make the wait more comfortable for you, we've prepared a small snack just for you. The voice belonged to a perky blonde intern, her tone as sweet and disarming as they come.
I hesitated, but my good-hearted nature won over. "Sure, I'll be waiting right here."
The door clicked shut behind her, leaving me alone in the sterile white space.
A sudden gush of cool air set me on edge, a foreboding sense creeping up my spine. Something didn't sit right with me. I should have trusted my instincts, my highly attuned Kryptonian senses, but I didn't.
My mind wandered to pleasant thoughts of the city I now called home. In the bright sunlight, Metropolis was a thriving metropolis, the pinnacle of human achievement, and one I was determined to protect.
But in its shadows, hidden in the dingy bowels of its most overlooked corners, lurked the malevolent Lex Luthor. He was a man of intelligence and ambition, with a twisted desire to rule the world, a goal that I, Supergirl, was determined to stop at any cost.
I carried the weight of my mission upon my shoulders, a responsibility that sometimes felt overwhelming. Yet the thought of leaving this Earth unguarded, without a beacon of hope, was too much to bear. I had to protect it, no matter the cost.
But first, I had to contend with the present. A faint hissing sound echoed through the changing room, drawing my attention to the inconspicuous vent above. A noxious, green gas trickled out, stealthily spreading throughout the space. Kryptonite.
Shit.
My suspicions about Lex Luthor were well-founded after all. I could feel my strength and vitality slowly ebbing away, my vision blurring at the edges as I stumbled against the wall.
My mind raced, searching for a way to escape this deadly situation. But I was too weak to move, the Kryptonite venom making my muscles useless. I could only watch helplessly as Lex entered the room, a malevolent smile playing at the corners of his lips.
He approached me with a predatory grace, his scrutiny running a cold and calculated appraisal of my weakened form. His eyes lingered on my slender waist and the curve of my hips beneath the white blouse, his gaze projecting an almost animalistic hunger.
The intensity of his stare gripped me, making it difficult to breathe, and the faint groan of satisfaction escaping his lips sent a chill spiraling through me.
"My dear Supergirl, I must admit, your Kryptonian form is far more captivating than I ever imagined."
Lex was mere inches from me now, his eyes blazing with a newfound hunger that sent a cold fear and an illicit thrill running down my spine. I inhaled sharply, my lungs crying out for oxygen, my mind reeling in terror and confusion.
The Kryptonite vapor had robbed me of my strength, my powers rendered useless in the face of this nefarious scheme. I tried to summon the will to fight, to wriggle free from Lex's clutch, but my limbs refused to heed my commands. Instead, I tasted the bitter metallic tang of fear, the cold realization that I had fallen prey to one of the greatest villains I had ever encountered.
Lex leaned in closer, his large and muscular frame looming over me.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear as a sinister whisper escaped his lips, "Your weakened state only makes you more enticing, don't you agree?"
I let out a whimper and shook my head, my weakened body pleading for release from the iron grip that held me captive. It was then that I felt his hand slide up my skirt, the cold touch of his fingers sending shockwaves of revulsion coursing through my body.
I tried to struggle, to push him away and fight back, but it was no use. I was too weak, my powers drained by the Kryptonite gas.
"What do you want from me?" I managed to choke out, my voice a barely audible whisper.
Lex chuckled, the sound deep and wicked. "Isn't it obvious, my dear Supergirl? I want you, in every way possible."
He leaned in closer, his lips finding the curve of my neck.
I shivered, a mix of fear and something else I couldn't quite place. I tried to struggle, to fight back, but my limbs were heavy, my movements sluggish.
"Don't bother," Lex murmured against my skin. "You're no match for me."
He was right. I was weak, my powers drained by the Kryptonite gas. But I refused to give up. I summoned every ounce of strength I had left, pushing against him with all my might.
Lex stumbled back, surprise flickering in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He lunged forward, catching me off guard, and pinned me against the wall.
"You should have stayed down," he growled, his breath hot on my face.
I closed my eyes, bracing myself for what was to come.
The anticipation was almost unbearable. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen, like a thousand needles piercing my skin. I opened my eyes in horror to see Lex's knee buried deep in my crotch, his face twisted in a sadistic grin.
"Ahh, there we go," he purred, relishing in my agony. "Now we're getting somewhere."
I let out a gut-wrenching scream, my vision blurring as the pain coursed through my body. I tried to fight back, to kick and claw at him, but my limbs felt like jelly, my movements sluggish and uncoordinated.
Lex chuckled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he ground his knee deeper into my crotch. "That's it, my dear.
Show me just how powerless you are," Lex sneered, his voice filled with an unsettling mix of triumph and cruelty.
I winced, my vision swirling as the pain in my abdomen intensified. My knees buckled, and I crumpled to the floor, tears streaming down my face.
The cold metal of Lex's boots against my skin was all too real. He loomed over me, his eyes glinting with a twisted pleasure.
"I never thought I'd get to do this," he whispered, a malicious grin spreading across his face. "I never thought I'd be the one to bring Supergirl to her knees."
I struggled to catch my breath, my body trembling with the aftermath of his vicious attack. I could feel the warmth of my blood seeping through my underwear, and the stinging pain in my crotch was unbearable.
Lex leaned over me, his eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction.
"I've never deserved this," I gasped, trying to push him away. But he was too strong, easily overpowering me in my weakened state.
I'd never expected to find myself in this position, to be so vulnerable. And yet, here I was, at the mercy of a twisted predator, a man who reveled in the suff ering of others.
Despite the pain, my instincts to fight back still lingered. I tried to summon my powers, to break free from his grasp, but the Kryptonite was still too strong.
Lex noticed my struggle and let out a sinister chuckle. "You're wasting your energy, Supergirl. You might as well accept the inevitable."
I let out a defeated sigh, my eyes welling up with tears. I didn't want to accept this twisted fate, but what choice did I have?
My strength had largely been sapped by the Kryptonite gas, and even if I could muster enough power to escape, I knew Lex would not hesitate to hurt me again. Part of me wanted to give in to the situation, to let him have his twisted way, but another part of me refused to surrender to him.
My heart raced as Lex moved closer, his cold blue eyes burning into mine. I could feel the heat of his breath on my face as he leaned down to my level, his expression twisted with sadistic pleasure.
He reached out, his fingers gripping my neck, and pulled me towards him. I struggled, but his grip was too strong. He slammed me against the cold, hard wall, and I could feel the rough concrete digging into my back.
"You're mine now," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
I tried to scream, but the words were choked off by his strong hands as he covered my mouth. I felt his other hand grasp my breasts, his fingers digging into my soft flesh. The pain was intense, but I refused to let him see the effect he was having on me.
I struggled against him, my muscles straining as I fought to free myself.
But Lex's grip was like a vice, crushing my body and pulling hope from me with every passing moment. He leaned in closer, pressing his lips to my ear, his warm breath caressing my sensitive skin.
"This is what happens when the powerful become vulnerable," he hissed in my ear, his voice dripping with anticipation.
His eyes gleamed with malicious delight, and he raised his fist, ready to strike.
I turned my head away, unable to watch as he brought his fist down onto my breasts. I cried out in pain, the force of the blow causing me to double over. He didn't relent, continuing to punch and pummel my breasts, each blow sending a shockwave of agony coursing through my body. I could feel my strength waning, my powers slipping away as the Kryptonite gas took its toll.
"Is this what you want?" he taunted, his voice dripping with venom. "To be weak and helpless?"
"No, Lex," I muttered, my voice barely recognizable under the weight of exhaustion and pain. I squirmed beneath his grasp, my eyes flashing with defiant fire. "I have always stood tall and strong. I won't let you break me so easily."
Lex sneered, allowing his grip on me to loosen slightly, though he maintained a fierce hold on my arms. "If you really are so strong, then you should be able to fight against this," he said with a cruel smirk.