(Hi, posted this elsewhere, deleted the account and now thinking of writing new chapters so here we are. I’m really enjoying writing Supergirl/Lena Luthor smut, if anyone wants to swap ideas then drop me a message (M4F).
Takes a minute to get going but hopefully worth your time.)
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Supergirl flew at top speed towards the alarms ringing from the National City bank. As her alter ego Kara Danvers she had been having dinner with Lena in her office penthouse when her super hearing had picked up the alarm. “Another day, another robbery” she had quipped as she quickly changed into her Supergirl costume.
She crashed through a window of the bank and was surprised to see a handful of criminals standing there, not really in the process of stealing anything, seemingly just waiting for her.
“Stop right there” she shouted at one, who picked up a strange weapon and fired it at her. Supergirl’s super hearing was quickly overwhelmed by a high pitch frequency that brought her to one knee. Her mind was all over the place but she saw one of the criminals take a photo of her. She quickly rallied and flew at them, a quick glow of gold appeared in their hand and Supergirl fell to the ground. Gold kryptonite, known to wipe out Kryptonian powers for a time. The criminals took another photo and then quickly escaped as Kara slowly picked herself dumbstruck at what had just happened.
Later, whilst speaking to the police, Kara felt her powers return, her ears still ringing a little, confused and a little embarrassed by what had just happened. But, no one had been hurt, nothing stolen, it was all ok wasn’t it?
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The criminals were in a celebratory mood as they spoke later in their hideout. Their weapons had worked and they had photos to prove it. There were four of them. They sat down and started to discuss the events, over in a flash but proof that they could take her down. One of them brought up a list onto a screen. They started to discuss it. It was a list of everything they knew about Supergirl, weaknesses, friends, family, secret identity, power limits and more. Everything she could possibly not want them to know, how her powers worked. They all smiled knowing this was just the start.
They discussed what they had, different kinds of kryptonite, weapons that could affect her super hearing, her ability to absorb the sunlight which powered her. The friends they had in high places. The friends she had they could manipulate her with. They had agreed that they would take it slow to start. Give her a small taste of what was to come. They had all spent years in jail due to her, their revenge could be drawn out. Before the would confront her directly there would be a few encounters first.
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The first encounter
Some time had passed since the incident at the bank, for Kara the weeks since had been pretty straightforward, a few criminals taken down, some important work at her work, nothing out of the ordinary.
She showed up at CatCo that day in business attire. Suit jacket, pencil skirt, white shirt and glasses. Ready for the day ahead, at 2pm she had a meeting with a coworker and she walked into the room, instantly she felt a jolt of pain as she shook their hand. It couldn’t be… She tried to keep it together as she sat down but on the coworker’s finger sat a kryptonite ring. Kara winced every time they animatedly put their hands closer to her, she could feel perspiration on her brow. Her coworker seemed completely obvious to the fact that Kara was reacting badly to the ring, a wave of weakness hitting her.
She tried to steady herself in her seat “that’s.. that’s a nice ring, where did you get it?” she stuttered. Her coworker explained that it had been randomly gifted to her, someone in the street just gave it to her “don’t you love the emerald colour, how it glows?” they asked as Kara struggled to nod in agreement. A couple more minutes passed and Kara made an excuse, another meeting she’d forgotten about. She made it to a stock room and nearly collapsed there, holding herself up against the wall, sweating, breathing heavily, feeling weak. Her strength was returning to her slowly but this was going to make work difficult.
All the while she was being watched via secret cameras, notes were being taken at her reaction to the ring.
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Second encounter
Days later Kara still hadn’t figured out what to do about the coworker with the kryptonite ring. Potentially she thought she could have a friend steal it from her, not the most honourable thing but it was better than the alternative. In the meantime she’d leant into WFH and was currently out flying around looking for adventure or crimes to stop.
Then she heard it, another robbery, this time in one of LexCorps labs. Lena would be pissed, she thought as she flew down to confront whoever was causing trouble. She headed down at a speed most humans would find too fast to register, to her surprise she could see someone staring right at her, almost ready for her, they fired the laser cannon in their hands and blew her out of the sky. Supergirl crashes to the ground and took a second to register what had happened. That had… hurt. It wasn’t kryptonite, something else, something new. What had they stolen from the lab? He confusion was broken as she was shot from behind with another beam, sending her bouncing down the street. She felt weaker, as if her powers were being dampened.
She avoided the next shot and charged up her heat vision, but when she went to fire it she felt it splitter out. This sent her to one knee. What was happening? Another shot hit right in the ‘S’ of her costume and sent her through a wall into a warehouse, far from any onlookers. The 2 criminals followed her in and found her trying to crawl away.
“These really did a number on you didn’t they?” the first criminal said to her mockingly. He pulled her hair back to stop her crawling and started to explain to her what had happened. “LexCorps newest invention, looks like it was specifically made with you in mind. Wipes out your solar energy, we don’t need kryptonite to kick your ass.” The second criminal took photos of Kara, she could only watch, too weak to do anything about it. “No… stop…” she said weakly. “You know Supergirl, we could do anything we wanted to you right now and you’d be powerless to stop us.” the first criminal whispered in her ear. Sirens started to approach. “But it’ll have to wait. Next time.” The two of them escaped as Kara crawled into the sunlight and recharged herself, out of sight from the too late police.
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Encounter three
Supergirl crashed through the wall and instantly started to take out the gang inside the abandoned warehouse. She used her super speed, strength and heat vision to take them out one after another. One of the gang panicked and desperately looked for a weapon. He found the stash of stolen goods and started breaking boxes, diamonds fell out of one, a small lead box out of another. He comedically threw this at Supergirl who gently batted it away. He found what he was looking for, the guns.
He had Supergirl’s attention now, she gently floated in the air as he shot at her, bullets rebounding off her bullet proof skin harmlessly. She started to power up her heat vision, intent on melting the gun, carefully remembering the incident days before with weapons that rendered her powerless. At that point a bullet ricocheted through the lead box and a low green glow crept out of it. Supergirl instantly didn’t feel right, suddenly things that had seemed effortless moments before no longer felt like that. She struggled with her heat vision and found she could no longer float in the air. She landed on the ground inelegantly. What was happening she wondered, then she saw the green glow, “k-kryptonite” she gasped.
Another of the criminals noticed it too and watched as she tried to get away from the box. Heading back towards the hole in the wall she’d made. He grabbed the box and ran up to her, grabbing her from behind, holding the box to her chest. She struggled and couldn’t release the grip. Another criminal came up and took the box, opening the lid, it was a green kryptonite necklace. He dropped the box and put the necklace up to Supergirl’s face, the green glow weakening her with every second that passed. He put it round her neck and the man behind her let her go. She collapsed to her knees, then all fours, breathing heavily, perspiration becoming noticeable.
The men took a moment and debated what to do, the trap had worked out better than expected. Someone was taking photos again, Kara tried to rally back on her knees and one of the criminals helped her up, holding her in a full nelson position. One of the others roughly grabbed one of her tits, squeezing it. Kara let out a gasp, shocked to be in this situation.
The man ripped the necklace off her and traced it around her breast, causing her to moan as the kryptonite continued to weaken her. He brought it down across her abs and then lifted her skirt. He started to rub it against the inside of her thighs, before placing it on her panties. Kara gasped again, she was breathing heavily, sweating. The man took his hand away and they let her drop to the floor. They disappeared with the kryptonite, Kara took a while to recharge, having being defeated yet again and having run into kryptonite yet again.
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Epilogue
Lena was bored, sitting in her giant office with nothing to do, the company was running itself, she wasn’t feeling up to doing anything in the lb and she had lunch plans coming up. Then she received an email. No subject line. It was pretty straightforward, compromising pictures of Lena with men far below her station. They were fucking her in various states of undress, she thought she’d been careful, not careful enough.This would not do.
There was an explicit threat, “Help is with SG and we’ll help you. Otherwise these get shared.” Lena thought about it for a moment. “SG?” She guessed that meant one person, her friend no less. Still, the shame and fallout of those pictures being leaked didn’t appeal to her. She considered her option and replied with one word – “Ok.” She rationalised that she could change her mind if she wanted down the line.
“We’ll contact you.”
She closed the laptop and made her way out for lunch. The next few days wouldn’t be boring at least.
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A few weeks later…
Kara had not been having a good few weeks, kryptonite exposure at work and in action as Supergirl, new weapons seemingly designed to wipe out her powers. But she was in front of the city’s best and brightest today to be given an award for her services to National City. In a relatively small conference room she entered to cheers and claps from a crowd onlookers, she stood at the podium as the Mayor gave her a nice little trophy and she started her speech. She thanked the onlookers and as she started to talk about the good work she had been able to do for the city a strange feeling hit her.
She was halfway through a sentence when she started to lose focus on what she was saying. She could feel perspiration on her forehead, her breathing started to get heavier, Kara put a hand out to steady herself at the podium. She could feel that her nipples had hardened for all to see through her costume. “No.. what’s… what’s happening to me?” she thought to herself. What she didn’t notice in the crowd, was the pink glow coming from an onlooker holding pink kryptonite in their hand, known to turn on Kryptonians when exposed to it.
She kept it together long enough to stutter through the closing lines “bringing truth and-“ she let out a little moan and steadied herself “-justice to National City. Th-thank you.” A lot of the crowd was confused, most had noticed something was wrong. Supergirl walked to leave the room and was crowded by onlookers. The pink kryptonite was closer to her than before and every touch as people tried to shake her hand or pat her on the back or even hug her sending her wild. Someone accidentally brushed their hand against her breast, over her nipple, Kara had to stop and steady herself letting out a gasp.
Despite the kryptonite exposure her powers were still strong, she found herself saying “Thank-thank you all” before using her super speed to get herself out of there. She semi collapsed in an alleyway halfway across town and started to finger her clit, needing the relief. Later on she’d tell herself that no one saw her, that she would have sensed it, but to be honest she had no idea. She ended up on all fours in the dirty alley, in the middle of the day, finger fucking herself. When she climaxed, her heat vision fires off, unable to control it and set fire to part of the alley. She screamed in pleasure, having never felt anything like it before, the pink kryptonite exposure having done a number on her. The powerful orgasm wiped out some of her powers in the process. She took a moment, before getting up and realised how damp her hair was with sweat, cum was running down her legs over her boots and a wet patch had formed on her skirt. She shakily flew home, unaware that the whole thing had been recorded.
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It didn’t take long for the image of Kara, struggling to complete her speech, nipples hard through her costume to hit the internet. News sites ran with it with faux “is she ok?” headlines, but it quickly became apparent that Kara had not done a good job at hiding her arousal during the speech.
Lena looked at the email, attachments of photos of Kara in various states of weakness. Men groping her whilst holding green kryptonite and then the video, Kara degrading herself in the alley. What had Kara been thinking? Out in the open like that? She was to send this anonymously to the National City Tattler, the lowest supermarket tabloid in the city, but one that would have no problem hosting and sharing content like this. Lena sighed, she didn’t like what she was about to do, what she was going to do afterwards. But it was part of the deal she’d made. She hit send.
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Kara was humiliated. The story gathered speed to the point that even reputable news organisations reported on it. “What had happened to the city’s great protector to make her degrade herself in public like that?” asked a revolving door of talking heads on the 24 hour news cycle. Kara was mortified, ashamed with herself. She didn’t want to go out as Supergirl, she didn’t want to be in the office (her coworker still had a kryptonite ring, despite Kara’s best attempts she’d failed to avoid her several times and was constantly making excuses to leave as the kryptonite weakened her). She could hear what everyone was saying about her “SuperSlut,” “SuperWhore,” and many other degrading names that made her want to cry.
Still that was Supergirl, Kara Danvers still had a job to do. She’d been tasked with a 2pm interview with a business leader who had been causing a lot of trouble in the city recently. Maybe she’d be able to catch him out, add something new to the news cycle to push the constant coverage of Supergirl in different positions out.
She showed up and sat down in his private penthouse office. She was ready to go in hard on the shady guy, really drag him over hot coals. But as the interview went on he skilfully avoid her questions, until he interrupted her, halfway through asking about his reported mob links, “How could I never have seen it before?” She replied by asking what he was talking about. He explained to her that he knows Kara Danvers and Supergirl are one and the same, “great photos by the way,” and he produces a small lead box. Kara is still trying to bluff her way through things as he opened the box, a green glow revealing itself.
Kara instantly cringed, a wave of weakness hit her as the man placed the green kryptonite ring on his finger. He walked round to where she was sitting, Kara tried to standup and he grabbed her by the hands holding her, the ring nearly touching her pale skin. He roughly kissed her, sticking his tongue down her throat, she was already too weak to get away as he leant her over the desk onto her back. He placed the ring next to her face, causing her to turn away in pain. Kara was in trouble. He started to unbutton her shirt, ripping open the last few buttons as her Supergirl costume was revealed. “Holy shit” he muttered to himself at the site of it.
Kara was laying prone on her back on the desk, shirt ripped open, Supergirl costume on show, skirt hiked up, glasses still on. The man squeezed her breast roughly, noting how hard her nipple got through the costume as he touched her. He took the hand with the ring on it and brought it under her skirt, he rubbed the ring across the inside of her thigh and then pressed it against her panties, rubbing it against her clit underneath. Kara gasped, then moaned a little. He grabbed her hair “you really are a little SuperSlut aren’t you?” he laughed in her face. He continued to push the ring against her panties and then moved them aside and started to finger her, sticking two fingers into her pussy. She was wet, gushing even. He took his now wet fingers out of her pussy and brought them to her mouth, he stuck the fingers and the kryptonite ring into Kara’s mouth. Making her taste herself.
She gasped for breathe as he pulled his fingers out her mouth, she was thoroughly defeated. At this point the man ripped her panties off and wrapped the glowing green ring in them. He shoved the panties and the ring into Kara’s mouth and flipped her over. He removed her suit jacket, leaving the shirt on and pulled her hair back from behind with one hand. With the other he took his cock out and started slapping her bare ass with it. He worked it towards her pussy and inserted himself and started to fuck her hard and deliberately from behind.
Kara was completely powerless by this point but managed to spit the panties and ring out. She lay her head on the desk exhausted and drooling as he fucked her. As it went on his intensity increased, she could feel his balls slapping her from behind and the pleasure of the big hard cock inside her was undeniable. She came loudly, heat vision briefly sparking up as she did. He pulled her off the desk and onto the ground, sticking his cock down her throat to briefly facefuck her, before jacking off into her face, covering her hair, glasses, face and costume in the process.
He took the ring and grabbed her hand, placing it on her finger. “Stay” he told her as he found a camera from his desk drawer. He started taking photos of the powerless Supergirl, half still in her civvies clothes, covered in cum and completely at his mercy. “There’ll be other recording of this, but this is for my personal collection. They know everything about you Kara and you’re going to be seeing them soon!” Kara weakly begged him to let her go and he grabbed her hand and took back his ring. He places it back in the box and sat down watching her.
After a while she was able to stand, he told her that the story about him better be good or secrets about her would be revealed. She could clean herself up in the private bathroom, leave out the window if she wanted, if she had the strength to fly away. In the end she didn’t and she left meakly out the back door of the building.
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Hours later Kara sat in her apartment feeling ashamed of herself and still weak from earlier. Trying to some in some sun through the window and repower herself. Then her phone buzzed. Lena had gotten in touch, invited her round to her place for a drink in a couple of nights. Kara thought to herself “at least I have Lena” and smiled.
Lena turned to the others in the room. “All booked in – it’s a date. Two nights time.” The others in the room all smiled.
To be continued…
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