Girl Power

CHAPTER THREE: DOG TRAINING SUPERMAN had never felt such pain before in his life. "Nohhhhhh," he gasped as Supergirl strode arrogantly around him smirking at his prone body. She aimed a kick into his gut and watched with glee as he tumbled onto his side clutching his abdomen. "Oh baby, does that hurt?" she mocked. "What a shame." Kal-El's vision was filled by the sight of Kara's black, high-heeled boots as she stalked her prey. Another kick slammed into his back and he groaned in agony. He'd only woken from his first battering a few minutes ago to be met by Kara's grinning face. Seconds later her first punch had smashed into his stomach doubling him up before her. The next blow sent him sprawling to the ground and Kara began raining kicks into him taunting him all the time as he rolled around trying to avoid the assault. Each blow made his body shudder and despite desperately wanting to fight back his muscles were now aching so much he knew he stood no chance. "Kara, please," he gasped like a frightened child. "Kara, please," mimicked Supergirl with disdain. "What's the matter big boy? Can't take having your ass whipped by a girl? Well you'd better get used to it. Because I'm going to be punishing this pathetic body of yours for a long, long time. Right until it learns who's boss." Supergirl planted another kick into Superman's gut shivering with delight as she felt the tip of her boot sink into his once-hard muscle. "Aaaaaggggghhhhhh," he grunted in pain. "That's right Supershit," laughed Kara. "Let's hear you scream." She lifted her foot back again and this time let her boot fly into his face. There was a sickening crack as it connected and Superman's body span along the floor before crashing into the wall. He was almost unconscious as Kara strode towards him a beaming smile on her face. "God I love seeing you suffer," she cried as she grabbed hold of the front of his costume and hauled him to his feet. She held him there in front of her with disdainful ease and slapped him awake with her free hand. Superman's eyes slowly opened to be met by the sight of Kara's young face grinning triumphantly at him. He couldn't believe this was the same Supergirl he'd shared so many adventures with. Somehow she'd turned into a cruel, sadistic vixen - and one who's powers seemed to be now even greater than his. "Oh, poor, poor Superman," she smirked in a sing-song voice. "Has the little girly whirly beaten him up? How sad." Still holding his costume Kara sent a vicious karate chop into his stomach. Superman's body spasmed and he yelped with pain. Supergirl laughed delightedly and then repeated the punishment. This time she let go of him as the blow connected and he fell to the floor on all fours. Kara looked down at him contemptuously as he gasped for breath and tried to fight back the excruciating pain. "You know what you remind me of Superman?" she sneered. "A little dog. And you know what we have to do with little dogs don't you? We have to train them to do as they're told." Kara turned and slowly walked over to a chair in the corner of the room. Settling back casually she crossed her legs and began idly swinging one leg in the air. "Crawl to me doggie," she said as though addressing a new pet. "Crawl to Kara." Superman didn't move a muscle. Supergirl might have beaten him black and blue but his iron-will remained intact. Kal-El crawled to no-one - least of all a teenage girl. Kara waited a few seconds and then shook her head. "Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear," she sighed. "Superman's being a naughty doggie isn't he?" She stood and sauntered over to him with her hands clasped behind her back and her hips swaying from side to side. "Kara doesn't like naughty doggies," she said. "Naughty doggies have to be punished." Suddenly her arm shot down and she grabbed a handful of Superman's thick, black hair. Before he knew it she'd hauled him to his feet and rammed him against the wall in one easy movement. Her fingers curled around his throat almost choking the breath out of him. "When I tell you to do something you do it doggie boy," she said calmly with a deceptively sweet smile on her face. "Understand?" Before Superman could reply Kara's fist pounded into his stomach. He howled with pain and his legs gave way under him but Kara held him firm against the wall. She was still smiling as she planted another punch into his midriff. Two more blows each harder than the ones before followed and Kal-El felt he was about to pass out at any moment. Supergirl let go of him and he slid to the ground almost sobbing with pain. She stared at him impassively then walked to the other side of the room. She raised her arm and stretched out her index finger before letting it curl down towards the floor. "Crawl doggie," she commanded. Still shaking with pain Superman looked at her as she cocked her head at him. Then, very slowly and very reluctantly, he got on all fours and despite himself shuffled over to the feet of the grinning teenage girl. "Good doggie," she said as he stopped before her. "What a very good doggie." It was the last words Superman heard before Kara's boot lifted backwards and then slammed forward connecting square with his chin. His giant body almost shot off the floor with the force of the blow before crashing back down again slumped unconscious.