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Girls' Night Out	By : Riot Storm Category: DC Verse Comics > Superman Views: 25035 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Superman, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Girls’ Night Out

Chapter 9: Defiance

Written and Edited by R.S.

Superman and all related characters are owned by DC Comics.

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“Excellent job, Supergirl,” praised Lasso Girl as she nudged Superman’s unconscious body with the tip of her high-heeled boot. “It seems you’ve picked up a few tricks from us.”

“Thank you, mistress, and yes it was easy after observing from the best,” Supergirl graciously accepted the compliment.

Lasso Girl smiled and placed a hand on Kara’s shoulder. “You hear that girls?” she asked facing the other three villainesses Don’t you all think that she’ll make a fine addition to our little group? With Supergirl’s power on our side we should be unstoppable! No would-be superhero stands a chance against us.”

“Indeed,” agreed Alexandra. “Now there is nothing that is beyond our reach. With Metropolis’ great protector out of the way and defeated, this city officially belongs to us.”

Tangle knelt down next to Superman, watching his unmoving form. She caressed his cheek with her hand. “Boss, can Lace and I play with him for a bit?” she asked eagerly. “Watching Supergirl humiliate him made me really want to have another go at him.”

“Sure, ladies, but only for a little while. We have more important matters to attend to,” answered Lasso Girl. “Now let’s move this piece of garbage off the floor,” she pointed disdainfully down at Superman, “and tie him back up to his chair.”

Superman was just starting to stir as Lace finished double checking the knots in the kryptonite laced ropes around his arms and wrists. He slowly opened his eyes as if coming out from a deep slumber, but the side of his face still hurt like hell. He began to wonder why for an instant, but then it all came rushing back- the orchestrated escape attempt, Supergirl turning on and betraying him, and the look of absolute hatred she had on her face as she knocked him unconscious.

“Glad you’re finally awake.”

As Superman looked up, his gaze was met with Tangle’s alluring blue eyes. She always had that hint of mischief and naughtiness behind her gaze while still maintaining a somewhat innocent quality underneath it all. It was almost mesmerizing. Still, as soon as he thought of what had been inflicted on him and his former protégé, the Man of Steel became instantly infuriated.

“What did you do to Supergirl?!” he demanded. “What kind of magic or mind control have you used on her? You’ll never get away with it!”

Tangle leaned in close. ,“You’ll never get away with it,” she repeated his words in an extremely over dramatic and mocking tone. “That seems to be your favorite phrase.”

“Yeah, he always fails to realize that we’ve already gotten away with it for some time now,” said Lace, stepping around to the front. “And don’t worry about your poor little Supergirl. She’s with us now and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it.”

Superman’s anger finally took control as he tried to lunge at her even as his restraints held him back. “Why you stupid bit--”

Tangle immediately rammed her knee hard into his chest before he could finish, causing him to grunt in pain. “Ah, ah, we’ll have none of that,” she scolded, still leaning forward so they were eye to eye. “What you fail to realize, Superman, is that you’re nothing more than our little boy toy now.” The gorgeous blonde haired villainess smiled seductively as she reached down and wrapped her hand around his manhood. “See, this big cock right here belongs to us now,” she purred sexily as she gave it a gentle squeeze. “It and you will do whatever we want whenever we want. If I tell you to kneel down and lick my feet again you will do it immediately and like it. Got it?”

“N-never!” he stammered, trying to retain his composure. “Untie these blasted kryptonite ropes and I’ll…”

“You’ll what?” scoffed Lace. “All of us have kicked your ass several times already, and it was easy at that. Hell, even with your super powers the fact remains that you were defeated time and again by three ordinary women.” The raven haired vixen knelt close to his ear. He could feel her breath on his skin which, despite the situation, slightly aroused him.

“Y’know I think maybe what Supergirl said was true. Maybe you do enjoy being defeated by girls, huh Superman? Maybe, even subconsciously, you wanted us to beat you...” She touched her cheek against his, “…and to take you as our prisoner so you’d have to do whatever we ordered you to do.” Lace’s smooth skin felt good against his own. “Am I right hero? Is that what gets you off?” The villainess then stuck the tip of her warm, sensual tongue in his ear, vibrating it slightly to further tease him.

Superman jerked his head away after a few moments, though he didn’t actually dislike what she was doing. Still he wondered, with increasing alarm, as to whether her words rang true.

“You’re wrong,” he finally said aloud, trying more to convince himself than to answer Lace’s question. The Man of Steel quickly decided to change the subject. “Someone will notice that both Supergirl and I are missing. They’ll come looking for us.”

“Oh please,” sighed Lasso Girl, suddenly appearing in the doorway. She walked casually up to the bound superhero. “You don’t think someone is actually going to try and rescue you again do you? Don’t you think they would’ve by now?” The stunning villainess reached out and began soothingly running the back of her soft hand up and down the side of his face. “Aww poor, poor Superman,” she cooed. “Nobody is going to come for you. You’re all alone so you might as well give up trying to fight us. How about it, hmm?”

Superman refused to answer her and remained staring straight ahead. A wicked smile formed on Lasso Girl’s lips upon seeing his silent show of defiance. She abruptly drew her hand back and smacked him across the face. The force of the blow sounded like a paddle slapping against the surface of a lake and caused Superman’s head to jerk forcefully to left. “Pathetic,” she smiled, “Absolutely pathetic. You’ll break soon enough though.”

Lasso Girl started to leave the room but stopped just inside the door.
“Oh before I forget, Supergirl has something to show you. Come on in, dear.”

“Kara?!” Superman watched, with somewhat disbelief, as the former heroine entered.

“Hey, Kal, like my new outfit?” she struck a few playful poses so her one time mentor could get an eyeful.

The Man of Steel was shocked. Supergirl’s modified uniform looked similar to the original except that the color had changed from blue to black. Her skirt was also much shorter than before so that when she bent over; he could see her matching black silk thong peeking out underneath. Kara’s long, shapely legs were now adorned with some very nice white, thigh high stockings complete with frilly lace at the top. He couldn’t help but think that she looked like some bizarre ultra sexy school girl.

“I take it by your reaction that you like it?” Kara asked with a grin. “See I was thinking to myself that since I’m part of Lasso Girl’s gang now, I should wear something different to commemorate the occasion.”

This was almost more than Superman could bear. He just had to find a way to get through to her no matter what. “No…this is all wrong, Kara. You’re Supergirl- a hero. You have to fight this mind control they have you under. You have to fight it with everything you’ve got.”

Supergirl’s expression suddenly changed upon hearing his words, and she clutched her forehead in her hands. “Kal?” she asked in a confused voice. “What’s happening? Help me…please.” The girl stumbled forward, just catching herself before she landed on him. She had to brace herself by holding on to his shoulders to regain her balance.

“That’s it. Fight it, Supergirl, I know you can do it,” Superman urged.

“I just can’t…can’t…” she breathed heavily sounding almost on the verge of tears.

“You can’t what?” asked Superman, desperation in his tone. It was working. She was actually starting to remember, he thought.

“I just can’t…” she paused again. Then out of nowhere, Kara raised her knee and slammed it down hard on Superman’s balls. “…help myself from humiliating you!” she laughed cruelly as he howled in pain.

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Meanwhile across town….

A long, jet black car raced down the streets of Metropolis. On the tail end of the vehicle, rocket-like engines propelled it at insane speeds while it roared through the city. The Batmobile moved past the other cars as if they were standing still.

“Its looks like I’m going to be late tonight, Alfred.” Batman said glancing down at a small video monitor in the dash.

“Very good, sir,” replied Alfred. “I take it that your search for Superman is going well?”

“Well enough,” answered the Dark Knight as he abruptly switched the monitor off.

He had come to Metropolis upon hearing rumors that Superman and possibly Supergirl had gone missing. Batman wasn’t sure who was responsible, but he had unearthed enough clues to have a general idea of where to find his colleague. He just hoped he would get there in time.

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End of Chapter 9

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