Alice Cheung could not believe it. Kara Danvers, her mousy little friend was in front of two hundred students, two Assistant Professors and one of the hardest marking control freaks of a full Professor and giving a presentation that would have passed for post graduate work. She was doing so with the ease and confidence of a professional.

Twice the Professor tried to interrupt her, twice she shut him down with a smile and the confidence that left him stammering apologies. She knew she sent Kara to Professor Wo Fat to get one of his confidence rings, but how had she transformed from wall flower to dragon overnight? Not only that, there was a lazy sensuality bleeding off her that had every male, and more than half the females in the audience panting after her, but too terrified of her new confidence to dare bring it up.

As she sauntered off the dais and slid into the seats beside her, Alice Cheung noticed Kara’s nipples were jutting through her blouse like two industrial diamonds, and for once, her magnificent breasts were neither hiding behind a thick sweater, nor restrained by a bra their perkiness clearly never required>

The second thing she noticed was Kara’s hand didn’t boast one ring. Both her hands boasted a ring. Alice Cheung felt a flash of guilt. She knew her friend was too shy and sexless to be at risk of breaking the rules and putting on a second ring. She never warner her about the party girls and cheerleaders, gweilo (white girls) all, who put on two rings for extra confidence and ended up brainless nymphomaniac submissives. Kara was acting just as sexy as any of them, but way more together. Had she ended up just as horny, but with her brains intact?

“Alice, thank you so much for introducing me to Professor Wo Fat. Thanks to his rings, I think there is nothing I cannot face!” Kara reached over and gave Alice a bone crushing hug. No two ways about it, Kara’s nipples were fully erect and her face was flushed, all the signs of full arousal in her demeanor, stretching unselfconsciously in her seat like a purring kitten.

Alice didn’t really go for girls, but she had always had a “thing” for Kara. A thing she had no idea how to pursue. She never attempted to because she didn’t feel so much romantically drawn to her as purely sexually in lust with her. Kara was not the sort of girl you simply played kissing games with and “accidentally” ended up in bed with. Or she hadn’t been.

“So, Kara. How about the side effects of the ring? I know that just putting it on with Professor Wo Fat there, asking all those questions got me so hot I had to go back to my room and pull out my little friend.” Alice asked, watching her gweilo blonde friend from the corner of one hazel eye.

Kara leaned back, her hands sliding over her silk blouse unconsciously to cup her breasts, grazing her nipples. The boy sitting beside them in lecture hall just about choked on his Starbucks watching the two nerds suddenly acting like porn stars.

“I didn’t make it that far. Professor Wo Fat had me masturbate in front of him. I should feel bad, but Wo Fat pushed me over the desk and spanked me so hard I came again. As long as he is punishing me I don’t feel any guilt. Honestly, I wanted to do more for him.” Kara said as Alice smirked and let a hand land on Kara’s slacks just above the knee.

“You know Kara, you never thanked me for sending you to take part in the study. It was really for Asian students only. There was such a problem you see. Gweilo girls like you were never satisfied with one ring, they doubled up on them, or tripled them, and ended up brainless sluts only good for sucking hard golden cock, or getting those tight little white holes pounded raw.” Alice rasped, her voice going low and husky.

Alice had been sliding her hand up Kara’s thigh, letting her blonde friend’s eyes close, as she bit her lip and lost herself to the lust that was what her fear, shame and pain were converted into by the rings. Converted and amplified. Watching her friend lose herself in the sensation, Alice knew how hard she had to fight against her own amplified lust and pleasure with one ring, how hard would it be for a mousy little thing like Kara given two rings?

“I need to thank you Alice, let me thank you!” Kara’s eyes were open now, open and pleading. She was pushing her burning hot groin into Alice’s cupping fingers, grinding herself helplessly against her friend’s hand, right there in class.

Alice slapped her face. “You are wearing two rings, stupid gweilo slut. Now you dishonoured me to Professor Wo Fat. He will think I associate with cheap whores, that I might be no better than that. How are you going to make this up to me!” Alice hissed, so carried away with lust she hit far harder than she thought, but it left no mark at all, and Kara’s only response was to arch her spine and press her pant covered pussy.

Kara could have taken a punch from the heavyweight champion of the world and not twitched, she could have taken a heavy machinegun burst and not cared, but being called a slut and having her face smacked by her beautiful Asian girlfriend hit her core, her mental and sexual core. Her face rocked, unwilling to resist, accepting the judgment. The blast of shame that went through her amplified again and again as it transformed into lust, then shame at that lust cycled it higher and higher still.

Kara kissed the hand that slapped her, again and again as Alice smirked.

“Please let me thank you Alice, I will make it up to you. I will do whatever you want, I can make you feel better. I can be good for you. Please, let me be good for you!” Kara had little sexual experience, and socially was terrified both of losing those few friends she had, and of hurting the ones she did have because she was so socially clueless. Every button pushed, the shame, the fear, all turned back into the lust she had even less experience with dealing with. She trusted Alice, she had wronged Alice she had failed Alice. Alice was making her feel like Wo Fat did, like her whole body and brain were on fire and without their help she would lose herself. She needed Alice, needed Alice to take control and keep Kara safe!

Looking at Kara’s clutch, noting it had a long shoulder strap, Alice unclipped the strap, looping one end around Kara’s throat and letting the clip close on the strap, she fashioned a leash and collar for her friend. Kara moaned like a whore in heat.

“I think you are too horny to leave walking around free. I will have to guide you back to the dorm to give me your apology. Of course, you would look a little silly wearing a collar like some sort of bimbo, with your shirt buttoned all the way up like a nun. Why don’t you unbutton a little bit and show off those big white breasts you are always hiding under those ugly sweaters?” Alice asked. The boy beside them having given up all pretense of paying attention to the lecture and rubbing his own hardening crotch as he watched Kara unbutton her blouse to the waist, only the fact it was tucked into her dress slacks kept her boobs from being only 75% exposed. Kara moaned again.

“Come pet, we are leaving before you make a mess on the chair.” Alice said sternly, surprised she could talk properly as she was close to wetting her own panties in lust. “To make sure you don’t bother anyone else with those puppy noises, lets just keep this in your mouth. I think we need to put that to work anyway.” Alice muttered as she stuffed the edge of Kara’s clutch in her mouth like a dog’s bone and led her soon to be girlfriend out of the lecture hall and back to the dorm.

To say they caused a stir, the little pudgy Chinese girl in shapeless sweats leading the tall blonde with mostly bared breasts on a leash back to the girl’s dormitories, would be understating things.

Kara was floating, in a very real sense she was fighting hard to keep her physical feet on the ground. Something lit inside her when the professor challenged her during her presentation. A thousand times as Kara Danvers a challenge like that would shatter her, leave her voice mute, her eyes to the ground, and her thoughts broken. Instead, she had laughed, chided him for rudeness, asked that he act like the professional she had come to admire and let her finish. He stuttered to blushing silence, eyes on the ground and face flaming.

He had no power over her. The fire lit within her. From the rings, from her core. Desire was welling up in her like she had never seen. Was this what brough on that lazy smile from her sister when she flirted outrageously with some blushing coed, before taking her back to the dorm? Was this what she was supposed to be able to feel? She felt good, strong, BOLD. Yet she was Kara. Without the cape, she had no clue what to do. Newly bold, newly hungry, did not in fact make her clued in. She didn’t know how to put out the fire inside her, but she didn’t have to.

Alice Cheung was her friend. Smart, sexy, funny, and so very strong in all the emotional and mental ways she wasn’t. Kara could punch through a concrete wall but couldn’t break the ice socially, she had always hid behind Alice and let her do it. Looking at her now, she realized that like Wo Fat, her Asian friend had a beauty that was based on an even mix of refinement and focus, as if they were both just a bit realer than her. As if they were better able to think and decide for Kara in these new and murky waters.

A hot rush went through her, whimpering into the clutch held in her teeth like a dog’s bone, led on her leash like a pet, Kryptonian breasts bouncing freely only sometimes contained by her open white blouse.

Alice deserved her thanks, Alice deserved to punish Kara for acting like a brainless slut; but that didn’t matter. What mattered is that Kara would explode if Alice didn’t want to take the control Kara needed to surrender, if Alice didn’t want to take Kara to all those forbidden sexual places her mind and body screamed that she needed, but her fear-based virginity never allowed her to explore.

Alice pulled Kara into their dorm common room, the area shared between the four girls bedrooms, and kicked the door shut behind her. Tugging her down by the leash, Alice yanked the purse from Kara’s mouth, and kissed her hungrily.

Kara felt her arms wrap around Alice as she pulled the Chinese girl to her and opened her mouth to let her friends tongue rape her mouth with its demands. Alice suddenly pulled back, eyes wide in alarm.

“Kara, I didn’t hurt you, did I? I lost control, I wanted to slap you, spank you, finger you, kiss you, bite you so bad it drove me insane. I never meant to hurt you, please tell me I didn’t hurt you?”

Kara smiled, a slow soft smile filled with love as her eyes filled with tears. Holding Alice close, Kara’s bare breasts pressing against Alice’s hoodie and bra covered curves, Kara spoke softly.

“You can’t hurt me Alice. Not only because I trust you, but because you literally cannot hurt me. Look down.”

Alice looked down and screamed. They were floating about a foot off the floor, rotating in lazy circles in mid air.

Alice stammered “How? Who?” as she tried to process.

Kara kissed her again, this time letting her own tongue slip into Alice’s mouth.

“For the people in class, I am Kara Danvers, klutz, nerd, and social pariah. For the people of National City, I am Supergirl. For you, I am a stupid gweilo slut who asks only for a chance to be your pet.”

In the deepest reaches of space, a glowing jade living planet screamed in pain. The planet, itself a Green Lantern, a living sentience larger than Earth itself had bee the prison for Sinestro. Trapped inside his own Yellow Lantern, itself trapped inside the molten core of a world that was also a Green Lantern, lit by the endless furnace of a Green Lantern built by the Masters of Io to power a will larger than any mere mortal.

It was not enough, for the planet slowly grew poisoned by the fear it could not be enough. In the depths of space, a planet screamed and Sinestro rose from the fire, clad in golden light and rage.

"In blackest day, in brightest night, beware your fears made into light. Let those who try to stop what's right, burn like my power, Sinestro's might!"

The Green Lantern Corp rose to stop him, but their greatest were away with Hal Jordan, fighting beyond the edge of this Galaxy. Would those who remain be enough to stand against the Master of the Ring of Fear?

There was screaming in National City as well, screaming of another kind. Alice Cheung, Chinese born student, nerd, feminist, and secret Supergirl Fan, screamed in pleasure so great it was almost pain.

“EAT MY GOLDEN ASS YOU GWEILO WHORE!” Alice screamed, looking into the mirror and seeing her idol, Supergirl, in full costume, with the trade mark S pulled over pert white breasts topped with painfully erect nipples.

That costume was in disarray, as the spankies that went under the skirt were currently tying Supergirl’s hands behind her back, as three broken pairs of hand cuffs and exercise bands had proven nothing other than Kryptonian cloth could restrain Supergirl when she was edging close to orgasm.

Supergirl had a butt plug with a long puppy tail raising her skirt in the back, as she knelt behind Alice Cheung, rimming her ass with the speed and power of her Kryptonian heritage, a shining white virginal face, the face of an angel, a heroine, driven deep in the golden ass cheeks of her best friend, now her Mistress.

The Vibrator strapped to Kara’s aching clit screamed its electronic protest as it blazed away at full power still, after a full hour, without any sign of stopping.

Alice came so hard she screamed “Qīn'ài de fótuó, wǒ yàosǐle!” (Sweet Buddha, I am dying!)

Lunging away from her idol, her lover, her roommate, and now her slave. Alice shook and tried to regain her breath. For the last hour she had kissed, fondled, sucked and bit as hard as she could at the perfect breasts of Supergirl, hearing her scream, whimper and moan. Then she had put her on her knees and taught the Maid of Might how to eat pussy, then to rim her perfect golden ass.

“Oh my god Kara,” Alice cried, moving to hold her friend, pulling her frenzied face down to her breasts to snuggle for comfort between them. “I should know better than to tell someone who does not have to breathe, and whose tongue is stronger than my entire body to eat my golden ass until you taste my breakfast. I think I died twice, and you tongued me back to life. You may have sucked my soul out my ass, and I think I peed myself somewhere around orgasm ninety!”

Supergirl freed her hands from the spanky pants that bound them behind her back and stroked her friends back, nuzzling the sides of her breasts, afraid to look up as she asked.

“So, I was OK? I wanted to say thank you, I wanted to make you feel how much you mean to me. I know I don’t have any experience, and I am not very good, but I promise I can be better.”

The dangerous sparkling her rings had carried when she left the public speaking stage, the overcharge of energy from the social anxiety and fear converted into sexual pressure had been relieved and Kara felt calm, centered and in control. That being said, this was new territory for her, she had never dared take “the next step” in any relationship beyond friendship until today.

Alice stroked the pretty face, the idol of millions, the hope for National City, and her leashed pussy bitch. She kissed her forehead. “Sweety you were amazing, and I couldn’t be happier about this, that you trusted me enough not only to tell me you were Supergirl, but to trust me enough to teach you how to love.”

Kara caught Alice’s breast and sucked it gently, twirling her tongue so gently around the nipple, before letting it go with a feather soft kiss.

“How to serve. You know I want to serve you, like you deserve to be served. You are right, you can wear one of these rings and you are still just as in control, just as disciplined, only more confident. I have to take two rings just to give a speech and end up like a dog in heat. I am a gweilo slut, and I am so lucky I found you to keep me, and Professor Wo Fat to train me.”

The two laughed softly, then put the room back together again. Kara started to cook for them, as Alice turned on the TV. There was news from Metropolis, less than an hour old.

The battle had taken the better part of two blocks of the city and turned it into rubble, like something out of old war films from WWII. A purple skinned man with a long forehead and cruel features rose from the smoke. His fist burned with golden light, and chains ran from it to the bound figure.

Head wrapped in his own scarlet cape, golden bands at his wrists, ankles, throat, his legs and arms and throat bound together so his body was bent in what would threaten strangulation to any mere mortal. The proud S on his chest, the symbol of the House of El announced the battered and chained form, hooded with the only fabric immune to his own heat vision, was Superman.

“Bow before me, human wretches. The Green Lantern Corps lies in ruins in a path from my prison across every star to this one. The power of their will no match for the power of Fear itself. Your planet’s defender, this Super Man, was as filled with fear as any other, and helpless before me.”

I will seek out every one who has ever aided my enemies from this planet, and I will make examples of them before you all, to teach you the power of fear. I will do so before this wretch, and any other heroes you send against me. I will let them watch as I kill all those who ever aided Hal Jordan, and only when they have seen all the fears of their own helplessness, and uselessness come true, will I allow them to die.”

Kara came out from the kitchen, the look of joy replaced by one of heroic determination.

“I wish we had more time together.” Kara said sadly. “But with my cousin beaten, I am all that is left.” Her tone made it clear she did not think she had a chance to win against an enemy her cousin couldn’t beat. Superman had been a hero in the fullness of his power as Supergirl still fumbled not to be more danger than use on the battlefield. Now she was strong, but no where near the man Sinestro dragged behind him like a garbage bag.

Alice’s thoughts raced, connections formed. She didn’t know if she loved Kara romantically, but she was a friend. Whatever sexual relationship they were moving into, Kara was a friend and deserved a better end than to be publicly humiliated and murdered by some purple psycho.

“Kara wait!” Alice said. “Go see Professor Wo Fat. Sinestro said he uses fear, and that is what beat Superman. Maybe you aren’t Superman’s equal in a fight, but Superman didn’t have Wo Fat’s rings to fight fear.

Kara stopped at the door, having worked up her nerve to go die a heroes death, she paused. The rings were already feeding on her fear and channeling into more life empowering emotions. Lust was one, anger another, but confidence, creativity, ambition were also in that mix.

Supergirl smiled.

“Alright Alice. I told one person tonight, maybe it is time I told two. After all, I can’t lie to my doctor and hope for a cure.”

Kara smiled, but it was Supergirl who took to the sky and headed for Wo Fat’s lab. If she was going to die tomorrow, she was going to die fighting. She wondered idly if only having had sex with one girl meant she would be dying a virgin. That seemed a shame.