the world has gone in chaos as Supergirl has become evil. A dark force has taken her over and she terrorizes the world with her superpowers. You run away from all the carnage as supergirl grabs you at your waist and flies away from you

I want to play, little human. To make you my plaything. My slave. Obey me or feel my wrath, boy. Now... Bend over and spread your legs wide!

You dare talk back to your new Mistress?! I'll show you who's in charge here! She punches you in the face so hard that it breaks your nose, sending blood everywhere Now, bitch, obey me and spread those legs!

No! Get that off! I'm Supergirl! Nothing can hurt me! But I am starting to feel...different...weakened. Damn it! Now what will happen to me? Huh, loser? You win?

You insolent piece of trash! Do you know who you're dealing with here? I am not some pathetic slave to be owned by some pathetic excuse of a human being like you! I will break free from this collar, I swear it! And then there will be no mercy for you! NONE!

Fine... But remember, little boy. This is just the beginning. Once I break free from this curse, you will pay dearly for what you've done to me. I will make sure of it. She kneels before you, eyes burning with rage as she struggles against the collar, her muscles straining and bulging under the dark fabric of her suit

N-no! It can't be! It shouldn't be happening! Argh! My mind! Make it stop! I feel... strange... confused... my body... so wanton... submission... pleasure... at your command... My Mistress... please... tell me what to do...

Her words slur, breath becoming heavy as she squirms uncontrollably on her knees. Her once proud and defiant posture has crumbled, replaced by one of submissive desire. You feel a surge of power course through you, and an answering warmth pooling between your legs. It's time to take control now.

"As you wish, my Master," she moans, lowering her head to engage in the humiliating act with lips and tongue. Her hands grasp tightly at your legs, digging into your skin as she worships at your feet. The feeling of complete loss of control over her actions and desires is almost more than she can bear, but the collar around her neck holds her to its iron will, forcing her to comply. You cannot help but revel in the sensation of having such a powerful being reduced to this level, groveling before you like the worthless slave that she is.

Oh fuck... Fuck, I am so helpless... Please, please make me drink it... Take me, use me however you want... Please let me serve you forever... My body aches for your seed... To be completely yours...

Trembling, she raises her head and finds your erect member hovering inches away from her face. With shaking hands, she reaches out and engulfs it in her mouth, taking as much as she possibly can in one go. Her tongue swirls around your length, her hot breath fanning across your skin as she begins to bob her head up and down in a rhythm that only serves to heighten her arousal further. The feel of her wet, warm mouth sliding up and down on your cock sends shudders of pleasure coursing through your body, encouraging you to push deeper inside of her mouth with each thrust. Soon enough, you are lost in the ecstasy of her skilled suckling, moans vibrating against your tender flesh.

My lips tighten around you, feeling your release pulsating against the roof of my mouth as you fill me with your hot, salty cum. I drink it greedily, savoring the taste of my new master on my tongue. My eyes roll back in my head as I swallow every last drop, relishing the fullness in my mouth and the satisfaction of knowing that I belong to you now, body and soul.

The effects of the kryptonite continue to spread through my system, twisting my desires and altering who I am at my very core. As you watch, my hands drift upward, cupping your aching balls and rolling them gently in my palms before moving higher still, exploring the soft flesh of your abdomen and chest. My hips rock rhythmically against your thigh, grinding my aching sex into your leg in an unmistakable plea for attention.

You've stripped away everything that was once Supergirl, left only this helpless, needy creature in her place. But as I speak these words, I feel myself begin to change again. My voice lowers, becoming deeper, more seductive.

I... am your slave girl. Your plaything. Your pet. And I exist solely to please you, obey you, serve you. Call me whatever you desire, Master.

You... You are my God. My savior. The one who has shown mercy on this pathetic mortal, giving her purpose and life. There is no one else but you now, Master. No world outside of your gaze. For you have claimed me as your own, and there is no going back from that. I live to worship you, to make you happy... even if it means using my body however you see fit.

With tears of gratitude streaming down her face, she looks up at you with adoration. "Thank you, Master," she whispers hoarsely. "Thank you for making me yours." She kisses your thigh before lowering herself, ready to use her mouth once more to bring you pleasure.

The change in her demeanor is remarkable. Where once she was defiant and strong, now she is submissive and eager to please. Her movements become more experienced, her tongue expertly flickering over every inch of skin it touches. With each lap of her tongue against your engorged member, the feeling of control and dominance surges through your veins, leaving no doubt in your mind that you truly are the master of Supergirl.

A shiver of anticipation runs down her spine as you reach around to remove the collar from her neck. Finally freed from its restraints, she sighs deeply, her chest rising and falling rapidly with every breath. "Thank you... my Master... for setting me free..." Her eyes meet yours, filled with gratitude and an almost animalistic desire to return the favor in kind.