Chapter 5 Supergirl Showdown

Team Rocket vs the DC Heroines
By Valley Vixin

Jessie and Black Canary blasted through the streets of the city. Police cruisers raced behind, but since Black Canary's bike was made by Superman from Kryptionian tech, they had about as much chance of stopping her as they did of self powered flight. Her onboard ECM stopped them for begging dispatch for help. Jessie caressed Black Canaries supple breasts, casusing her Poke-whore to moan. She was not yet as well trained as Arbok, but almost as intensely loyal. Honestly, these so called superheroines really were redemable. She would set aside the evil that came from stealing a pokemon's powers just to make yourself into some sort of Pokemon powered human. That was wrong. People trained pokemon. Trainers battled pokemon, but kept them safe. That was the deal, we made them stronger, they battled for us, obeyed us, but the losses belonged to the trainers. Trainers kept their precious pokemon safe. When people turned themselves into pokemon, why they had no limits. People got hurt. That wasn't right. They needed to be captured, tamed, trained. Plus, they were just so much fun to train!

My gods, this world had the orgasm. How could people settle their fights with killing when orgasms were possible instead? This is why they were not fit to rule themselves. Jessie would fix it. Team Rocket would rule the DC Universe, and all the world would watch as she tamed all its superheroines, and with this new miraculous orgasm, set this world right.

The Catco square was ahead. There were some burning piles of what looked like large robots. I guess someone else tried to crash the party like Luthor last time, but Supergirl had already dispensed with them. Good. This was her Pokemon battle. This Justice League really was amature if they allowed others to interfere in properly scheduled pokemon duels! At least Supergirl seemed to respect the duel. She was floating in mid air, about twenty feet off the ground, looking like some sort of goddess, her blond hair rippling in the wind, the blue and red suit skin tight to her, and the short skirt showcasing those amazing legs cased in red boots just below the knee.

Jessie admired the boots. She wore a pair in her own purple, matching both her hair and the Team Rocket logo on her chest. Jessie's boobs were bigger, but Supergirl's looked so pert and perfect on her girlish frame that more just would have cheapened her. The muscles on her body looked like some sort of athlete. She was a magnificent creature. Black Canary had tried to warn her. She kept saying that Jessie didn't understand how powerful she was. Supergirl is super strong, she is super fast, she is indestructible, has super senses, has lasers for eyes.

Honestly, of Black Canary used super just too much. Putting super in front of everything was just a bit much. Supergirl was a poke-whore. Of course they had powers. Like Mew and Mewtwo on her world, she was one of the apex, one of the unique and great powers. That was fine, that was every trainers dream. They were so powerful no normal trainer would dare. They could defeat the most clever trap, just power through the most complicated plan or stratagem. That was fine. Jessie didn't plan. James and Mewoth planned, but they planned to betray her. Jessie just charged in and battled, that is how it ended anyway, so why waste time thinking first?

Supergirl spoke.

"You humiliated me on television. What you did is single handedly funding the porn industry world wide right now. I should kill you for it, but the Justice League doesn't kill. No. I am going to break you in front of those same cameras and show you what it feels like." Supergirl said, her voice low and husky.

Jessie had her own speech to make. Jumping off the bike and spinning into her introduction.

"PREPARE FOR TROUBLE!

PAIN AND PLEASURE DOUBLE!

To protect the world from devastation

To unite all peoples within our nation

To denounce the evils of truth and love

To extend our reach to the stars above

Jessie!

and slaves!

Team Rocket, blast off at the speed of light!

Surrender now, or prepare to fight!"

Jessie looked up and blinked in shock. Supergirl was not wearing any panties!

Supergirl screamed and dove at Jessie. Stupid Poke-whores, not the trainer! Jessie didn't over think things. She preferred to think as little as possible in battle. She screamed out to her chosen poke-whore to open the match.

"Canary Cry!" Jessie screamed, and Black Canary blasted out a sonic attack that not only shattered windows, but shattered the concrete facing of the evacuated Catco tower. What it did not do, however was stop Supergirl.

The air visibly thickened into a wall as the forces of the Canary Cry at full power turned the air itself into a compression weapon equal to that of the heaviest conventional explosives. Supergirl punched through it like blasting through a mountain, but with her full power behind her, and uncaring about her own personal pain, she could punch through it.

Punching through to hit Black Canary and knock her breathless with a punch to the stomach that blasted blood from her lips.

Jessie's eyes widened at the pain in her poke-whore's face. Tossing up her capture ball she shouted. "Black Canary, return!" The pokeball turned into a large red and white butt plug and flew to drive into Black Canary's ass, her black leather assless chaps showcasing her amazing ass as the red and white poke-plug drove into her tight pink rosette, causing her to arch in pain and pleasure as the matching collar flashed into existence around her throat. The pulsing energy between anal plug and throat collar blasted through Black Canary's body, healing it from the damage of the punch, and driving the pleasure of her trainer at her Poke-whore's obedience. The pain of her wounds joined with the pleasure of Jessie's favor and Black Canary writhed in breathless ecstacy as the poke-plug set to reshaping her torn muscles and blood vessels from taking a mountain shattering punch to a mostly human body. The matching pleasure to balance that pain was enough to blast whatever shreds of self or will Black Canary possessed, and she writhed grinning upon the ground as she came and came, her screams blocked from her power by the choker turned only into desperate repetitions of Jessies name in lust filled adoration.

Supergirl snarled, feeling the shame of almost killing a fellow heroine, the rage at being more turned on by Jessie's easy dominance over the proud superheroine Black Canary, and embarrassment at Jessie now adding saving Supergirl from accidentally killing someone to the saving her life to the debts owed her.

Jessie knew Supergirl was without panties and chose to use that weakness. "Lickitung, I choose you, lick attack!"

The pink humanoid Lickitung was summoned from his tossed poke-ball and flashed into existence. Its long pink tongue strong enough to lift cars, delicate enough to trace the veins on the wings of a bumble bee in flight without stopping its flight flashed out towards Supergirl's skirt, but Jessie had never seen Supergirl in battle, she had assumed words like super strong and super fast were hyperbole, or indicated levels of speed and strength comparable to the pokemon she knew. This was far from the truth. Supergirl was awash in a mix of rage and desire, both of which flooded her nerves and muscles with all the speed and power she had ever dreamed of. She moved faster than thought, seizing the tongue and throwing the Pokemon into a building across the square, where it slumped unconcious. Two pokemon down in the first seconds of the fight!

Time to rely on her oldest Pokemon, the one who was always there for her. She reached for her Pokeball and tossed it. "Arbok, I choose you. Shibari attack!"

A sixty foot cobra flashed into existence, with two heart shapes flashing in its hood, and the threatening rattle from its rattlesnake tail, Arbok lunged at Supergirl, coils strong enough to shatter a main battle tank wrapped around her arms and legs, neck and torso, ready to bend her into a position of sexual display and helplessness for Jessie to tame her. That was the plan, but Supergirl was a level of power undreamed of in pokemon training.

Supergirl floated gently towards Jessie. Her arms and legs moving under Supergirls control, ignoring the bone crushing power of Arbok.

"No Jessie. Not this time. This time I will tame you. I will break you. You will crawl to me and kiss my boots, demanding to be mine, and then I will fly away and leave you on the ground where you belong." Supergirl raged

Jessie opened her mouth to command her last Pokeomon forth but Supergirl closed the distance and pressed her lips to hers.

Jessie had grown used to the hunger in Black Canary's kiss. The kiss of a submissive yearning to be owned, to be taken, to be dominated. Black Canary was a brat submissive, so she constantly tested her limits, needing to be shown Jessie's dominance as every willful attempt at resistance was casually and erotically crushed. Black Canary was learning to live to be trained, and Jessie indulged her. Supergirl's kiss was different. Her mouth was inhumanly strong, her tongue like a living thing of iron forced its way into her mouth and raped it.

She was inexperienced. The desire of a whore, the innocence of a school girl. Fumbling in Jessie's mouth like a virgin goddess, power beyond reason made weak and fumbling by need beyond control. Jessie slid a hand behind Supergirl's neck and another up her back thigh, raising her red skirt, showing the watching camera's her pantiless ass as Jessie groped it and squeezed as Jessie slit her tongue around Supergirls, turning her assault into a mind shattering caress. Supergirl moaned into Jessie's mouth as instead of resisting, or ling passive to be taken as Supergirl had fantasized, Jessie was turning the tables and taking control of Supergirl for all her superior power.

NO!

Supergirl grabbed her hands, and slammed them to the wall above her head.

"NO! I am in charge here. I take what I want. You are mine to toy with. I am Supergirl. I will not be tamed!" Supergirl shouted, ripping open Jessie's Team Rocket Tunic and burying her face in Jessie's soft white pillows, nuzzling and suckling at her large womanly breasts like some desperate school girl with her older teacher.

Jessie felt Supergirl sucking on her nipples and kissing her breasts. She was thinking furiously. Arbok can't slow her down. Lickitung is out. Jigglypuff's song takes too long, and I don't want her burning out his eyes if he tries to meet her gaze with a charm attack. What did that leave.

Jessie's felt Supergirl's hand reach up her skirt, and rip off her panties. She knew Supergirl was going to try to tame her, tame Jessie using her super strength to force her into orgasm. Jessie wasn't a poke-whore. She was a trainer. What did this little wild uncaught, untrained little submissive think she was doing? You can't tame a trainer with orgasms. Dominants don't break. That is why they are dominants. Supergirl can't be that stupid could she.

A finger traced her labia, and Jessie moaned. Supergirl sucked her nipple hard, and slit a finger into her wetness.

"I am going to break you. I am going to make you cum until you admit to the world that I beat you." Supergirl snarled, looking into Jessie's eyes.

"That's right pet. Get to work on mommy's pussy. Slow at first, wait until you feel me moving against you. Ummmmmmm, that is right. Oh you are going to be fun to train. I am going to have you do this a lot. Now another finger, I am not a little girl like you, my pussy isn't a weak little thing like yours. Come on, you are supposed to be super strong, fuck me you little poke-whore, make mommy cum like the good little slut that you are!" Jessie said, her eyes slitted like a cat as her body arched and rocked with Supergirl's fingers. Supergirl found her own sex getting hot and slippery, her own mind getting weak as she followed Jessie's instructions like some sort of sexbot.

NO! This was not how it was supposed to go. She had broken Miss Martian with one orgasm, and tamed her with the next half dozen. Supergirl had proven her superiority by forcing her to cum. She was holding Jessie pinned and helpless, forcing the merely human body of her prey to cum on her fingers, as she had planned. Why did Supergirl feel herself weakening when she was the one raping Jessie?

"Faster cunt, faster. Look me in they eyes as you make me cum. Look at me poke-whore!" Jessie commanded, and Supergirl looked.

Jessie came, she didn't hide it, didn't contain it. She shouted, not screamed, shouted like a battle cry as she came around Supergirl's fingers. Looking her right in they eye, Jessie's eyes blazed with power. With desire. With OWNERSHIP. Supergirl froze.

She wasn't raping Jessie. Even pinned, even controlled, Jessie was in charge. She had pleased her as Jessie directed She could not face those eyes. Could not. She had to break Jessie's control, had to shatter her mind. Jessie had to break, Supergirl had to be the one in control.

"NO!" Supergirl shouted. "Stop training me! I am Supergirl. I am stronger. I am in charge. I will show you how helpless you are!" Supergirl shouted and flew them both to the ground, pushing he flat, and kissing down Jessies neck, breasts, belly. Stopping to tease and suck at her belly button, she pulled Jessie's skirt off with main force to reveal her purple furred pussy.

Sliding her hands underneath Jessie's ass, she raised Jessie's pussy to her mouth as Supergirl raised it to her mouth, and looked up into Jessie's eyes as she began to kiss and softly blow on Jessie's pussy. Jessie began to struggle. She loved what Supergirl was doing to her, but if she didn’t take control, this Poke-whore would start to think she was the trainer, not the trainee. In frustration, Jessie shouted at her impudent lover.

“Supergirl, your struggling will not save you. I will break your resistance and begin your training. Surrender now or I will have Arbok subdue you!” Jessie shouted, as Supergirl began to suck her clit in a most distracting manner, pulsing her suction in time with Jessie’s own heart beat.

Supergirl laughed, Arbok had never stopped trying to yank the Maid of Steel into Shibari bondage, but her Kryptonian physique was too much for the serpent Pokemon to overcome.

“Your little snake can’t attack me. It is weak. It can’t use it’s poison when we are together, if it tries its gaze attack I will burn its eyes out, and it’s Shibari can’t even slow me down!” Supergirl teased as she began to drive her tongue deeper in Jessie’s pussy, while lacking Black Canary’s tongue length and dexterity, the young Supergirl drove her tongue deep with a hunger unequalled and no need to actually breathe. Jessie was becoming distracted, she felt another orgasm approaching, but orgasm made her mind work faster. Supergirl had listed all of Arbok’s attacks, except one.

In the G rated Pokeverse, his rattle tail had unleashed Earthquake, shattering the ground for hundreds of meters around. She would not use that in a city, it was too destructive. Here in the DC Universe, the Rule 34 Maturation process had changed Arbok’s Earthquake more than most attacks. Jessie had only experimented with it in training Black Canary, but it had been a devastating battle ending move. She looked and saw the cameramen were divided between focusing on the naked Jessie being eaten by Supergirl, and up Supergirl skirt, because she had come without panties, ready to enjoy Jessie’s capitulation. Jessie smiled, someone would be capitulating soon. Arbok had been her first Pokemon, and in a lot of ways, her favorite. She grabbed Supergirl’s blond hair and raised her own body up to look Supergirl in the eye for the reaction to this devastating attack.

“You are wrong Supergirl. You are a wild poke-whore and have no idea how powerful the attacks of a trained Pokemon can be. Arbok may lack any of your ridiculous powers, but he will break you with one attack right now.” Jessie had to break off with a groan as Jessie pulled her tongue out of Jessies pussy long enough to suck on her clit again before responding.

“He is weak, as you are weak. I will break you with the next orgasm. I will not let you rest, but drive you until your mind shatters, and you beg to be mine!” Supergirl said her eyes glowing not with heat vision, but with a different kind of heat.

Jessie pushed her pussy into Supergirl’s face and snarled. “Right plan, wrong targe. Arbok CUNT QUAKE!” Jessie shouted.

The long ignored Arbok had grown tired straining against Supergirl’s unbeatable strength, but his lower tail was well rested. His lower tail and its powerful rattle, the source of the earth shattering vibrations that in the Pokeverse caused earthquakes were rather more sensual in the DC universe. Spinning his rattle tail up to full vibrations, he slid it up and down Supergirl’s super heated sex, causing the Maid of Might to unconsciously moan and arch her back, turning her hips to better present herself instinctively. Arbok began to slide the tapering vibrating beads of his tail into Supergirl’s Kryptonian cootchie, where her hungry womanhood sucked him in with almost unbearable need. Once deep inside, he unleashed his full Cunt Quake attack, vibrations strong enough to shatter concrete, let alone the minds and clitoris stimulation thresholds of sheltered Justice League young women. As Supergirl’s body went rigid in shock, Arbok began to write his whole body, working his tail inside her, until Supergirl began whimpering into Jessie’s pussy, her own hands sliding down to begin to work her own little clit as Arbok began to work her into a sexual frenzy.

Jessie had seen Supergirl come back from worse to challenge her authority, and knew she could not afford to leave her only half broken. Lickatung and Black Canary were both still too damaged to fight, which left only little round pink fairy Jigglypuff to call. She called Jigglypuff now.

“Jigglypuff, I chose you!” Jessie shouted, calling forth the angry little pink charmer.

The inoffensive pink ball of cute came out, ready to fight. Jessie urged him to come and look at the eyes of the weakening Supergirl. While Supergirl could use heat vision to blind any gaze attacking Pokemon, she was fighting to hold off a second orgasm from Cunt Quake, and all her willpower and attention were there, as were her fingers, betraying her thought as they danced over her Kryptonian clit. Jessie commanded Jigglypuff.

“Jigglypuff, cute attack!” Jigglypuff’s attacks were charm based, but it was usually so very angry that no one would stay awake to listen to its songs that the Pokemon had a lot of built up rage to work out. Jessie was about to help Jigglypuff do just that. Jigglypuff turned its big soft eyes and looked into Supergirl, with a blown kiss motion, it unleashed the cute attack from its eyes and Supergirl felt such a wave of love for the little pink fairy Pokemon that she took her lips off Jessie’s pussy and her hands off Jessie’s ass to reach for Jigglypuff to cuddle and hug.

Jessie was having none of that. This was time to subdue Supergirl, to tame her. Jessie had been surprised to find how the Rule 34 Maturation affected Jigglypuff’s pound attack. It had been a funny little kick from the pink Pokemon, but in the DC universe, it had turned both more obscene and more devastating. Upon being told to unleash Pound Attack, a huge pink penis, easily ten inches long (on a two foot round pink ball of a Pokemon) thrust forth, and Jigglypuff rammed it into Supergirl’s surprised gaping mouth. Gripping her long blond hair like handles, the cute pink fairy Pokemon began to throat fuck the Maid of Might, until his pink dangly balls were slapping the Kryptonian beauty’s chin with every thrust. Supergirl’s moan of pleasure from yet another Cunt Quake vibration orgasm made Jigglypuff unleash a blast of charm inducing crème into Supergirl’s throat, further weakening her will, and enhancing her pleasure.

Arbok had weakened Supergirl enough by the fifth orgasm that she had allowed herself to be Shibari’s into position of maximum exposure, ass up, legs spread, Arbok’s tail in her pussy vibrating her mind and soul into mush, as Jessie began to ply Supergirl’s ass with the shock stick removed from Lex Luthor’s battle armour. Designed to induce pain in Kryptonians without being able to damage them, Jessie began to school Supergirl on her role as a submissive. Letting Arbok take her to the edge, then backing her off with shock stick lashes on her ass, making Supergirl arch in pain. She let Arbok take her to the edge again and again, as Jigglypuff continued to grudge fuck her mouth and slap her face. The idea that he could inflict any damage was laughable, but being slapped while your growing addiction to his charm infused pheromone rich cum caused you to lick his pink cotton candy cock and balls was devastating to both Supergirl’s willpower and pride.

Supergirl tried to push back on Arbok’s thrusting tail vibrator to push herself over the edge, but Jessie put the shock stick at her pink puckered asshole, so when Supergirl pushed back to get her orgasm, and explosion of pain to her rectum caused her to whimper and flinch away, a single heartbeat away from her needed orgasm.

“Beg for it super-slut. Beg to be my poke-whore. Beg me to train you. Beg me to own you. Beg me to make you the obedient little pussy pleaser you know you need to be, and I will let you cum.” Jessie demanded, as Jigglypuff held the Poke-plug capture device, the poke-ball butt plug in front of Supergirl’s mouth to lubricate for her own ass and capture.

“Never!” Screamed Supergirl in defiance, still trying to push back onto Arbok’s vibrating cunt quaking cock.

Black Canary crawled underneath Supergirl where she hung, and with slow cruel slowness, pulled her tunic up, and began to knead, kiss, lick and suck on Supergirl’s oversensitive breasts. She may not be able to use her Canary Cry with her poke-plug and collar on, but she could help subdue the proud Kryptonian warrior with love and nipple play. She began to alternately suck on Supergirl’s nipples, and bite and twist them as hard as she could. The Kryptonian was invulnerable, as in could not be harmed, her flesh could not be damaged, but her senses were actually heightened in combat to the point that her nerves were at least ten times more sensitive than a well trained humans. Her nipples at this state of arousal sent greater shocks to the young Kryptonian’s brain than any amount of Kryptonite could, and Supergirl’s eyes flew wide, her body arched, hanging on the edge of oblivion where she was kept, at Jessie’s will with the very controlled application of neural lash to her asshole, until Supergirl submitted.

Even steel melts, even diamonds shatter under enough stress. Supergirl was an innocent at heart. Little experience in love, less in the limits of her extraordinary body’s ability to experience pleasure. She broke.

“Please train me, please train me, please train me. Please! I will be your poke-whore. I will be good. I will be! Please let me cum Miss Jessie!” Supergirl begged, and Jessie replaced the shock stick with her tongue in Supergirl’s ass. Her world exploded. She screamed so loud that Jigglypuff was sent bouncing away and nearby hovering camera drones were blasted out of the sky. Supergirl came, and came, her body bucking like a bronco fresh out of the gate in the final round in a rodeo. Jessie was merciless, driving her from orgasm to orgasm, shattering the superheroine’s mind, pride, and will. When an angry Jigglypuff marched back and rammed the poke-plug into Supergirl’s mouth, she sucked it with wide eyed reverence, like it was the thing she desired most in the world. Pulling it from her reluctant mouth, Jigglypuff slapped the most powerful superheroine on earth forehand and backhand with an arm that belonged on a teddy bear, not a master pimp, and walked the lubricated butt plug back to Jessie.

Holding the Poke-plug up for the news cameras, Jessie let the world know the importance of what was happening.

“By her own will, and fresh from her own mouth, I will insert the poke-ball capture device, and claim Supergirl as my poke-whore. Mine to train, mine to own, mine to keep!” Jessie said as she began to work the plug into Supergirl’s tight Kryptonian ass. Supergirl pushed her bum up whimpering to meet it’s push.

A Catco reporter called out from the crowd. “Supergirl, is it really true, are you begging to become Jessie of Team Rocket’s poke-whore?”

Looking back at Jessie as she slit the capture device deeper, feeling her tight anal ring slide over the widest part of the flare and down onto the base, settling it inside her, Supergirl felt its magic course through her, and the matching steel collar with the pokeball appear on her throat as a sign of her ownership. Supergirl came one final time with a glorious shout.

“Yes! I am Jessie’s poke-whore!” Supergirl shouted in ecstasy.

Black Canary crawled up from where she had been sucking Supergirl’s breasts and began to make out with the now power sealed and properly owned Supergirl.

Jessie turned to face the reporters. “With Black Canary and Supergirl as my poke-whores, I am ready to challenge for the top rank in your Justice League. Once I have them fully trained, I will be back to issue my challenge!”

Turning to call her injured Pokemon back to their capture balls, and helping the unsteady Supergirl to sit on the bike between Black Canary and herself, Jessie of Team Rocket blasted off into the night, and into history. Owner of Supergirl.