Chapter 3 Hero and Whore

Wo Fat sat in his office. The latest lab results from his cybernetic limb replacements were excellent. The technology developed for his side project, the rings sold to shallow western women to deal with their self esteem issues had indeed provided the key to the feedback required to integrate the new limbs into the brains existing organic hardware. It was the shame/fear/pain negative response loop being shunted into pleasure that got past the early failures of the technical replacement to respond like the flesh and blood limb it replaced.

Human beings wired themselves at random, not with the machine perfection of his design. No one could “match” the human template that didn’t exist. Every limb would be wrong. Every replacement would start with failure, and failure’s negative response loop stopped learning. Using the circuits of his rings to feed that into the pleasure centers and new users were driven, were compelled to work until it went right.

Looking at the monitor, where his men were loading yet another co-ed that had overdosed on the rings, paying another student to get a ring, so she could take it and wear two. Why is it gweilo, western women, couldn’t leave well enough alone? Why wasn’t it enough to be stronger and more confident, why wasn’t it enough to not feel bad anymore in confrontations. Why did they have to always take a good thing and make it bad. The co-ed had been a business major, no student loans, her parents were rich, and her future had been bright. She was so determined to make herself super-confident, the boss bitch that she turned herself into a nymphomaniac bimbo, and he was having to rush through her paperwork to work in China. Have to get mommy and daddy to sign off on baby girl going to take an executive opportunity in China before they figured out it would be on her knees beneath the boardroom tables sucking Chinese cock or bent over a copier letting the junior file clerks and office boys burn off some stress.

Oh well. Maxwell Lord and Lex Luthor denied him the opportunity to finance his research through the government and military contracts they kept for themselves. If he wanted to save the victims of the West’s endless and pointless wars with his replacement limbs, the cost would be some of those rich men’s daughters accidentally turning themselves into brainless sex dolls. It would be a waste not to make a little money off giving them their best life. He smiled, it would be Un-American not to let the brainless little blondes finance his research.

Turning to his computer, he looked at the data from his latest project. Supergirl. She hadn’t admitted it yet, but between screaming “Sweet Krypton”, and tearing out the solid steel hand rails in the shower when she masturbated after a training session, it was pretty obvious. Plus all her telemetry results were so far from human it was a wonder she looked so normal. Well, normal in an ungodly demure/goddess sort of way.

There was a tapping at his window. Looking over, he saw SUPERGIRL! She was hovering in front of his window with a soft sad smile on her face. He opened the window and she held up her hands, turned them to show the rings he had crafted special for Kara Danvers, and smiled.

“Professor Wo Fat, we need to talk.” Supergirl spoke with Kara’s voice, confirming his suspicions, he stood aside and let her flit through the window and settle to the floor of his office.

“I never wanted you to know my secret, but Alice told me you are my best hope. I don’t know if you watch the news, but my cousin, Superman was defeated by Sinestro. He uses a ring that is powered by fear. He didn’t beat my cousin because he was more powerful, he beat him because his ring made Superman feel fear, and used that fear to beat him.”

She turned to Wo Fat, tears in her eyes.

“I’m not as strong as my cousin, not as experienced. Not half the hero he was, but as Alice said, he didn’t have you.”

Wo Fat called up the news service he preferred. He watched the footage and went cold. Sinestro wasn’t a villain, he was a monster, a disaster, a walking storm that left broken bodies and shattered lives behind him. Kara floated just off the ground, half cape flapping, nipples pointing like compasses to the promised land of sluts and honey. The contrast between the fear even he was feeling and the arousal she was showing slapped him back to reality.

“Supergirl, you know the side effects of my technology increase along with the power. The side effects which are increased libido, and increased sexual submissive urges. I can indeed create something more powerful to protect you from the fear, but what is going to stop your sexual needs from making you his victim in other ways?” Wo Fat asked, watching her carefully.

Supergirl pulled her top over her head, tucking it behind her neck, leaving her arms still clad in sleeves, but her breasts bare. She knelt in front of him.

“You will, Professor Wo Fat. You already started to protect me. When you spanked me after I burned out the first ring, and made me masturbate, you started teaching me that my sexuality belonged to you. When Alice Cheung, my room mate became my first ever lover, and taught me to worship her beautiful golden body, she taught me my sexuality belongs only to beautiful Chinese people. Can’t you finish my training, train me that I am only allowed to submit to you and Alice, to Chinese people only. Sinestro can make himself more powerful than a god, but he can’t make himself Chinese.”

Looking at the telemetry coming from her rings, he realized she was terrified already, and as a result the two special high capacity rings he made for her were driving her insane with lust. That she had this much control left at all marked her as special, as a real heroine indeed.

Pulling out his cock, he let Supergirl begin to worship it. He let her lick, kiss and suck around his plum shaped cock head, then down his shaft. He grabbed her golden hair and spanked her face with his cock as he growled.

“Suck my balls, you dirty gweilo whore.”

She yanked his pants off so hard his chair went flying, but she slammed his ass on the table and dove upon his balls like a stooping falcon. She was powerful as a goddess, pure and delicate as a virgin, and wanton beyond any whore. She was going to be his.

“Lick my ass, you gweilo whore, stupid white cunt, while I explain your problem.”

Supergirl drove her tongue into his ass and rimmed him like her tongue crawled out of some Hentai movie about pink tentacles. Her blue eyes were innocent and lost, vulnerable and needy, but her soft white hands worshipped his pillar like a temple maiden attending a shrine.

“You are not human, you are super human. Your fear is super human. No one man is going to be enough to protect you from the fear you will face. If you want to survive, you will need to obey me and serve everyone I tell you to serve until you are ready to take the weapon I will make for you. Will you do it? Can you do it?”

Supergirl nodded, tears in her eyes. “Please, please. I need to save my cousin. I need to stop Sinestro or the whole world will burn. I will do whatever it takes.” Taking his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, then pushing down until he could feel her gagging around his length. Pushing past, letting her hot tears fall on his golden thighs, she pushed until she had him down to the base, before pulling out and licking around his cock head.

“I will do who ever it takes, anyone you tell me to, Professor Wo Fat.”

Wo Fat slapped her face hard, grabbed her blonde hair and drove his cock down her throat.

“Call me Master, Super-whore. Since you don’t need to breathe, I want you to show me you can give yourself to your lust, while I call for some of my assistants to bravely offer their cocks to prepare you for your fight.”

Wo Fat video taped Supergirl gagging on his cock and sent it to the pimp and his slavers that had just bundled the last co-ed off for Beijing. “Bring all your men, I have the ultimate all-American girl, demanding to be trained to obey and please Chinese cocks. Bring your tools, this one is unbreakable so you don’t have to be gentle, not even a little.”

Wo Fat dropped his phone, not really caring if it broke, as he felt his balls burst like hand grenades, as Supergirl’s loving worship of his cock threatened to suck his soul out the end of his great golden penis.

Looking down at her, she closed her eyes and hollowed her cheeks to suck every drop out of his cock until he had to pull out of her mouth before she drove him insane with how oversensitive he was becoming.

Wo Fat’s minions, Triad Chinese gangsters and rough thugs one and all closed around the super hero. One held a sjambok, an African whip of rhino hide used for driving stock, killing snakes, or crowd control.

“If you want to save the world, you will let them fuck you into submission. Let them fuck every scrap of pride and resistance out of you and I promise my weapon will defend you against Sinestro. If you leave even one scrap of your resistance, then you will fail.”

Wo Fat wasn’t telling the whole truth. His tech would work, or it wouldn’t. The one part was true, if she let them break her sexually, tame her to be rape meat for any Chinese man Wo Fat told her to spread her legs for, then Wo Fat would never have to fear Maxwell Lord or Lex Luthor, let alone the police, interfering in his business again.

Moving to his lab, he watched Kara on the screen as he began to put together the tech he would need to save her. It was bigger than the rings, a lot bigger. He couldn’t put it anywhere outside her body, because it might well be destroyed in battle, and that wouldn’t work. It needed contact with her nerves, or it wouldn’t be effective. How was he going to manage that?

He looked at the screen and smiled, feeling his cock begin to swell again. Ah yes. That would work.

Supergirl had let them bind her on her back across the lab table, her arms bound down the table legs, her head hanging back off the end of the table. One of the thugs was gripping her by her soft white throat and face fucking the Maid of Might like a four yuan whore. A second was whipping her perfect white breasts with the sjambok, the blows hard enough to cut open a person’s flesh to the bone, but only causing the delicate nipples of Supergirl to make her scream around the cock stuffing her throat.

The pimp was suffering from an embarrassing issue, his nine inch bitch breaker which he had used to tame so many women was failing him. Supergirl had been a virgin, and whimpered like any school girl when he broke her secret gate with his pillar, but where he sought to catch a helpless kitten he faced now a raging tiger. The pussy he was in was stretching under his battery, or it had been, now it was milking him, lapping around his cock like a hot wet velvet glove, ten thousand fingers of lust drawing him deeper. He had planned to fuck her into submission and then cum on her face to mark her as tamed, but her awakening hunger was drawing a matching hunger from him. Before he knew it, he was slamming into her tiny body like he was battering down the gates of heaven. With a roar, he emptied his balls into her fertile white womb, blast after blast, each stronger than the last. Legs stronger than iron wrapped around his back, and pulled him in, almost breaking his back as she came at the feeling of Chinese sperm filling her.

Like a rat with a terrier, her hips shook the pimp, before her legs relaxed and let him fall, cock reluctantly slipping from the perfect pink fuck hole. At the sight, the thug in her throat emptied his own balls into her, pulling back to fill her mouth. Looking down in wonder as she raised her head to kiss and lick the cock that had been using her throat like a cock sleeve.

The thug with the sjambok had a cruel scar running across one eye and was the gang’s interrogator. Watching her reactions to his whipping had put him into a sexual frenzy, and he needed to take it out on the proud white heroine. Grabbing her hair, he raised her face up to watch as he stuffed his cock into her pussy, first just the tip, then he taunted her.

“Some superheroine, you are just another gweilo cunt looking to be taught her place. I am going to fuck that pride out of you.” He swore, then drove into her with eight and a half inches of teak pillar. Supergirl looked into his eyes, feeling the pleasure he was giving her, knowing he didn’t love her, didn’t respect her, didn’t even like her. She wasn’t real to him, wasn’t a person. She was a thing, just a series of holes and a pair of tits for him to use or abuse as he wished. She felt the orgasm building, he was fucking her so beautifully, even if his words were ugly, the feelings he was creating were so beautiful. She was so close, she needed to come again.

“Please, please, I need to cum again!” Kara begged. The interrogator smiled and held up his taser. Seeing her eyes grow wide, he pressed the taser to her swollen clit, and triggered the device. An arc of electricity blasted across her sensitive clit and Kara came so hard her pussy spasmed with bruising force on the interrogator who was fucking her.

The interrogator gasped, his own orgasm torn from him, the halo of electricity only barely a tingle when it reached his cock, but the Kryptonian cumslut’s pussy threatening to swallow his cock as it writhed around his hard Chinese cock. He had planned on holding back, fucking her several times, but her pussy was like a hunting tigress, pouncing on his cock and wringing every drop of cum from his balls. He fell to the floor twitching, not even enough strength left to rise.

One after the other, the gang spent their lust and fury, using and abusing her body until Wo Fat returned, two evil looking devices in his hand. They looked like golden doorknobs, with red crystal bases marked with a single golden star.

“Ah, Supergirl, you are ready for me. Excellent. I have the weapons you will need.” Kara rose from the floor, clad only in her boots.

“Master, what are those?” Kara asked, eyeing the door knob looking devices cautiously.

“These are the most powerful form of my amplifier I can construct. I know I had to use tank armour to protect your rings, but I can’t do that with anything this large. You are too strong. The only way is to put them inside you, where your Kryptonian physiology will protect them.” Wo Fat said, his cock twitching to life thinking about what comes next.

“Inside me where, master?” Supergirl asked.

Taking the first, he pulled open her mouth and made her suck it like a cock.

“This one is for your hungry gweilo cunt. We have seen how it loves to take anything Chinese made, so this one is for your cunt. He turned to show her the golden star in red crystal on the base. This marks your cunt as Chinese owned, yes?” Wo Fat asked, looking Supergirl in the eye.

“Yes Master, thank you Master” Kara confessed and confirmed as Wo Fat pushed the heavy plug into her needy cunt, setting a current flowing from rings to plug that had her whole body feeling oddly energized.

“That isn’t enough, that would make you the equal of Superman, but he lost didn’t he. You need more, but you aren’t ready for it. You will need my help. It is a dirty thing, and I don’t know if I want to do it, you will have to ask.” Wo Fat said holding up the second item, the butt plug.

Kara felt the power of the unit in her pussy, felt how her being used so brutally had begun to fill her with the power she would need. If it wasn’t enough, she would have to have more. Needed to have more.

“Please Master, what must I do, I don’t know what to ask!” Supergirl crawled to him, stroking his thighs, kissing his cock, sucking and licking at its tip as she begged him.

“This is a butt plug, my little Super whore. But a little virgin ass like yours just can’t take it. I would need to open that ass of yours. I would need to dirty my pure golden cock in that dirty white ass to get you ready for this. I don’t know if I should.” Wo Fat asked, feigning disinterest, but his cock harder than diamond.

Kara took his balls in her mouth one at a time, lovingly swirled them in her mouth, then lapped up and down his cock, getting him wet. Looking up in his dark hazel eyes with her wide blue ones, she begged him non-stop.

“Please master, please fuck my ass. Please open my virgin ass for your plug. Please Master, I know I have a dirty white ass, but I promise I will clean you if only you will take my ass and make it yours!” Supergirl begged, the proud heroine, the living goddess, begged him to take her virgin ass.

Grabbing her by the hair, he put her face on the floor, and spat on her ass, he began working his finger into her tight little hole. Cursing and swearing at her the whole time. He spread lube on her ass, and worked it in, she was so tight. First one, then two, finally three fingers he worked into her tight virgin rosebud, opening the tight little ass every man and woman angled to see every time she flew across the sky of national city.

Working more lube over his cock, he pressed his foot into her cheek, driving her face into the floor as he pressed his cock head into her pretty pink virgin asshole.

“Beg me, Super whore. Beg me to take your ass. If I take this ass, I will own it. I will own your body, your mouth, cunt, ass, tits, any time, any place, and for anyone I say. Understand?”

Kara was pushing back with her hips, trying to impale herself on his cock, but being beneath him, she only succeeded in lifting them both. Weeping in frustrated need, she let them fall back to the floor, still feeling the crown of his cock pressing into her sphincter.

“Yes Master, you will own my ass. I will be your whore, your slave. Anytime, anyplace you ask, for anyone you say, just please, fuck my ass!” Kara begged.

Wo Fat pushed.

How to describe it? Was mortal man ever meant to crush a goddess under his feet, was mortal man ever meant to feel an angel whimper as his cock made her pink virgin ring surrender its innocence to his lust? He couldn’t breathe, the sensation of the final shuddering surrender, where his crown was accepted by her aft gate was too intense.

Moaning, glad he had already emptied his first load into her, for this tight young little Kryptonian ass would embarrass him with premature ejaculation if he came to it fresh, it was that sweet. Wo Fat began to push into her. Feeling her whimpering and trying to pull away, like a deer in the claws of a tiger. He felt so powerful, making Supergirl whimper and writhe beneath him. Pulling almost out, he poured on more lube, then began to push in again.

Beginning a rhythm, he tried to think of the periodic table, the electron orbital patterns of Lawrencium, the minutes of the last staff meeting on sexual harassment, anything other than how amazing it felt to be sliding his long golden cock into America’s sweetheart. The sounds beneath him had changed, and Supergirl was starting to push back into his thrusts.

He saw the glow as the gold star and red gem in her pussy plug began to glow with power. She was approaching orgasm, approaching the charge state for his tech. Grinding her face into the ground, he pounded her savagely now, no concern for her at all, pounding her hard and fast, deep as he could, driving himself until he could hold off no more and came into her ass with an intensity that robbed him of breath. Mouth open in a silent scream, he almost collapsed around her as his balls shook his entire body with the force of his essence filling her.

Pulling out, he took the big golden butt plug with a second golden star in red gem, and pushed it into the gaping asshole of the Girl of Steel.

Grabbing her by the hair, he pulled her up to face his lube, cum, and ass covered cock and rasped.

“Clean me, super slut.”

She took him into her mouth lovingly, hungrily, still lost in her own pleasure. He reached down and cupped her face.

“Come for me Kara, touch that pretty pussy for me, and come for me!” Kara moaned around his cock, fingers working on her clit. She sucked his aching cock until he was having trouble keeping his legs from collapsing, working her pussy until she came with a shout, letting his cock fall out of her mouth as she fell twitching to the floor in a pool of sweat and cum.

Both plugs were now glowing softly.

Wo Fat knelt beside Kara, stroking her face. “They are installed and powered up. You can face Sinestro now. I am so proud of you. You were willing to do anything to save the world. You are a heroine, not just some stupid girl who happens to be strong and bullet proof, but an actual heroine, ready to do whatever it takes to save the world.

What we do here, it is necessary to help you save the world. Other people wouldn’t understand, not Maxwell Lord, Lex Luthor, Cat Grant, or even your cousin. They don’t’ need to know. The world needs Supergirl. If Supergirl needs to be my whore, needs to serve Chinese cock and pussy, that is nobodies business but ours.”

She kissed his hand, then rose and walked over to the shower in his office. Her walk wasn’t the tentative thing she did as Kara, nor the almost mannish forced walk of Supergirl, this was the languid sexy walk of a woman fully aware of her sexuality and revelling in it.

When she took to the sky, she looked every inch the superheroine, every inch the goddess we never deserved but needed desperately.

Sinestro felt his outer ward shatter under a hammer blow of force. It wasn’t Hal Jordan, there was no ring energy attached to it, just brute strength the equal of Superman who now lay bound like a trophy beside his throne.

Pulling his power to him, letting his own fear and rage fill him, golden armour surrounded him with invincible force, and his ring blazed like a second sun in the morning light.

Supergirl hung before him, smiling lazily, like she was out for a casual visit, not standing before the man who crushed the Green Lantern Corps and Justice League of America.

“Do you want to give up now? Or do you want me to slap you around a bit first? I will tell you a secret, before I am done, you will take your ring off yourself.” Supergirl asked with a smirk.

Sinestro roared and chains of gold latched onto her arms, legs, and throat, pulling away with the strength that would have ripped Cyborg into component parts and left Aquaman in the healing tank for months. She felt the fear tearing into her, fear of failure, fear of pain, fear of death, the shame of letting everyone down, the shame of never being good enough, of always letting her cousin down, failing the great house of El. Fear roared through her, and she arched her back and screamed, in ecstasy.

Pulling her arms in front of her, she looked at Sinestro, his fist a sun bright blaze of power from his Yellow Power Ring. She pulled her arms before her, and turned her open hands, back towards Sinestro, letting her own two rings shine in blinding white electricity.

“Oh look, bad man has a ring. I have two. Now it’s time for slapping” Supergirl said, then used her breath to blast Sinestro back into the wall behind him. Using the momentary distraction that weakened his thought constructs, she grabbed onto the golden chains that bound her to the ring and used them to whip Sinestro overhead and slam him into the ground with the force that threw cars in the air blocks away. Sinestro’s golden armour flickered.

Grabbing Sinestro, she raised him into the air, and brought him down across her knee. Focusing all his power upon his torso, he barely kept her blow from shattering his back. As the power concentrated oh his back, Supergirl’s eyes blazed like blood red lasers, and beams hot as the surface of the sun blasted into his precious ring.

A blast of pure yellow power hammered her away from him, but her head tracked like a weapon turret, an the heat rays continued to blast into his ring, beginning to raise the temperature. He struck her again and again, blades, bolts, whips of living fear energy made physical ripper into her body, he could feel the power of the blow and saw her costume deform as some hit with bone breaking force, but she did not stop pouring heat into his ring.

Sinestro was mad with pain, it was beginning to interfere with his ability to control the ring. He clawed for space, rising faster than any human rocket ever could, but she was faster. She was never going to be a strong as Superman, but she was equally Kryptonian, and one quarter lighter. She dodged bolt after bolt, walls, chains, spikes, every form of construct or weapon he threw at her she moved just enough to let miss her completely, all the while pouring energy into his ring. His flesh began to burn, the nerves connecting him to his ring began to cook.

Screaming, he tried to claw the ring from his hand, mindless in his need to get the pain to stop. His hand was now a clawed thing, unable to heed his commands, but finally through main force he ripped it off.

“Told you so!” Chirped Supergirl, snatching the ring from between his hand as he pulled it off.

Once off his hand, his connection to the ring and its constructs broke. He fell screaming, looking up at Supergirl, the weak one, the flawed one, the non threat compared to the true hero of her cousin that he already met and broke. She stood in glory above him in the sky, crowned by victory, untouched by fear. Sinestro screamed as he fell.

Watching the ground approach, he readied himself for death, only to feel two strong arms grab him mere feet from doom. A soft alto voice whispered in his ear.

“Nobody dies today. I became a superheroine so I could save people”

Leaving Sinestro in the hands of her cousin Superman. Kara Danvers, Kara Zor El, Supergirl, waved goodbye to the cheering crowd and flew back towards National City. She wondered what she would have to do to get Alice to help remove the plugs from her pussy and ass. Shivering, she hoped it was as intense as what she had to do to get them in!