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Supergirl: Confidence Game	By : Valleyvixin Category: -Misc TV Shows > Het - Male/Female Views: 5653 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Supergirl, she remains the intellectual property of DC Comics, CBS, and its authors. This story is offered without remuneration as fan fiction, not for profit.

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Wo Fat had been raised mostly by his grandparents who managed to eke out a living as traditional Chinese Apothecaries even under the Communist regime. The reason they succeeded was their oldest son used (or as his grandparents claimed, abused) their techniques to compromise, control or destroy those in his path to power.

Driven to explore the limits of the high technology that promised to propel his nation from bogged down in the ancient world, to leading the modern one, he found that combining the principals of his traditional Chinese magic with the tools of advanced neural-electrical interfaces yielded him results that promised a new world of cybernetics.

Frustrated by the limits of Party controlled education, Wo Fat won a scholarship to study at National City University, home to such legendary corporations as Luthercorp, Lord Technologies, and of course Supergirl. After rising to academic acclaim, Wo Fat became frustrated with the hypocritical American medical complex that denied him the right to perform the experiments he could use to generate the next generation of prosthetics that could make the blind see again, restore sense and control to the paralyzed and give the endless stream of armless and legless veterans the US Military Industrial Complex generated artificial limbs they could control and feel like their flesh ones.

No, Luthercorp and Lord Technologies were free to test anything they wanted that had direct military applications due to military waivers, but he was not free to test any of the technologies to fix the damage they left behind. As a foreign national, he was not permitted to be involved with any of the military technologies at all.

He would have to finance his own research. Fine. America was the shallowest country on earth. Vanity consumed more dollars than life saving in medical technologies, so vanity is where he would finance his goals.

Looking at his biofeedback technologies, and the American diet/fashion industries, he found his target demographic. American women. Diet and fashion all boiled down to one thing, women spending money to improve their confidence in their appearance, women using that confidence in increased appearance to succeed in matters that should be unrelated to that appearance.

The control mechanism of his cybernetic limb systems contained a ring structure that activated the Nucleus Accumbens and the VTA of the pleasure systems of the brain. The mechanism drew power from the vital muscle mass above the severed portion of the limb or spinal break, to power the system beyond the break. If this ring was used by a woman without such damage, the heightened pleasure and reward system would result in positive experiences being amplified, increasing confidence and charisma. Women wouldn’t just feel more confident, they would feel stronger, more decisive and thus test far higher, achieving the potential western society seldom let them dream of.

Initial testing with college students revealed that while the device was indeed successful in most test runs, serious negative encounters that activated the fight/flight response resolved quite successfully with the increased confidence resulting in early and more powerful adrenal and dopamine responses. Encounters involving shame and humiliation however activated different circuitry and produced a negative dampening effect.

Wo Fat looked at the test results, there seemed to be no way around it. Social/sexual inhibitions trumped survival if there was no direct threat present.

Slamming his hand down on his keyboard he swore in fluent rolling Mandarin, not noticing his striking the keyboard had initiated an internet search. Looking in disgust at the bondage porn the random search had turned up, Wo Fat was about to clear his screen when he witnessed the blonde submissive being humiliated and abused scream her way into a body shaking orgasm.

Freezing, he reloaded the sequence and watched it again, becoming hard enough to be a serious distraction, watching the large breasted gweilo begging to be used and abused, absorbing serious punishment and somehow converting that to pleasure. That was it. That was how to bypass the shame circuitry that was ruining his results. Couple it to his pleasure/reward amplification loop and the wearers of these rings would only get more energy from such negative encounters, rather than loosing all the confidence and power his system had built for them.

Wo Fat remembered his grandparents’ teachings of traditional medicine. Health and harmony were all about balance. He was seeking to disrupt that balance, increasing confidence, ambition, creativity, converting fear and shame and pain into pleasure so that negative experiences will only activate rather than repress the recipients. This created an imbalance, indeed, it created a side effect of increased libido. Fortunately, he had designed the rings to limit the feedback. There wouldn’t be any problem as long as no one used multiple rings or had strength beyond the human female norm.

Kara Danvers was looking at her course calendar. There was an oral presentation. It seemed funny that the Girl of Steel, a heroine who could take heavy machine gun fire or an anti tank rocket and smile was quietly terrified of the upcoming assignment. Public speaking terrified her. She remembered being new to earth, having to translate into English in her head as she spoke, and her two-minute grade 10 presentation had left her in tears, and resulted in her sister Alex getting suspended for assaulting some of the boys who had reduced her to tears over her constant hesitation and ever dwindling volume.

She had learned to master powers that made a tank no threat to her, but she couldn’t even look up from the podium to see the audience in public speaking. Sighing, she turned to her partner Alice Cheung.

“I can’t do it. I am just going to take the zero and see if I can survive the hit to my GPA. I am never going to be able to speak in public.” Kara confessed.

Alice Cheung smiled, and leaned forward, catching Kara’s eye.

“Listen, you know I was in the same boat you were, terrified of public speaking. I am an immigrant and English isn’t my first language, plus the English I learned wasn’t American, so I got mocked a lot for it. Until this year I expected to take the hit and walk away with a B when I deserve the A+. Now, thanks to this, I don’t have to.”

Alice flashed a strange bronze ring with circuits woven into it. Kara activated her vision and saw the whole thing was a mass of circuitry that seemed to be lightly energized. Looking into Alice, she read her vitals and found her to be, well, better than she should be.

“What is that?” Kara asked.

“Wo Fat, the assistant professor from Beijing is testing them in the college. They make women more confident. They just reenforce positive experiences and redirect negative ones so you don’t shut down the first time you feel social anxiety. You know the material almost as well as I do, but without this, I would eat the same zero you are talking about. I just did my presentation last block and walked out with a ninety four percent!”

Kara thought about it. There was some Kryptonian technology that did something similar, crystal based. She knew her cousin used it growing up, but she had no access to it. Maybe she would give this a try.

“Thanks Alice, I will see if I can join the study too!” Kara said.

Alice watched her walk away. She wondered if she should have told her about the increase in sex drive. Oh well, Kara was so meek it probably was a nonissue for her. Alice smirked when she remembered what happened to the female athletes and cheerleaders who tried to break the rules and cheat for an extra advantage. Good thing Kara wasn’t athletic at all. Alice couldn’t imagine her meek little gweilo friend turned into what those pushy girls had become.

Wo Fat held the control rod in his hand and brought it down in a slash across the cheerleader’s pale perfect bottom, adding a tenth stripe to her muscular ass. The girl moaned around his great golden cock. She worked his shaft, both hands sported two of his rings on her fingers, and the desperation with which she worked his cock showed the “overdose” effect of paired pleasure stimulation and humiliation and pain transmutation.

He pulled her back from his cock and emptied himself all over her face and tits.

“Stupid gweilo whore! All you are good for is serving the golden cocks of your masters.”

She worked her clit as he began to spank her tits and twist her nipples.

“How would you like to be sold to one of my uncles’ brothels in China? You would have to apply for a visa and be VERY cooperative with the people my associates tell you to. Then you can be treated like this all day every day!”

She came so hard she squirted all over the floor. He left her in a puddle on the ground. Her father was one of Maxwell Lord’s VP, the one who sabotaged his application to be involved with the new cybernetics for soldiers program to replace wounded soldiers with a more functional and sense linked prosthetic. He had gone so far as to cut off Wo Fat’s funding. Now his daughter would be helping to finance Wo Fat’s prosthetic’s research by working as an executive prostitute for his Uncle in Beijing.

He left her happily filling out her work visa request for the PRC hospitality center. She was even paying the “Head Tax” for foreign workers. Her father was going to shell out thousands of dollars for her opportunity to earn him money with those tight little white assets of hers. Ironic really.

His instructions were very clear. One ring only. Stupid gweilo could never accept anything in balance, they always wanted more. The problem with overusing his device was the pleasure loops beyond a certain point burned sexual submission loops into the brain more deeply than the most addictive drug. This particular girl was far from the first to ignore his rules and with “too much of a good thing” turn his self esteem boosting technology into accidental sexual slavery.

Honestly, he never planned on becoming a sex trafficker, but if he didn’t find some way of getting these girls out of sight he risked their being used as an excuse to shut him down. The next thing you know Luthercorp, or Lord Technologies would shut him down totally, and steal his research.

Of course, if he got caught, he ran the risk of meeting Supergirl, and not in a good way. Wo Fat sighed. If only he had someone like that on his side, he could get on with his research and not worry about what anyone had to say.

He felt his great golden cock stir again. God Supergirl was everything he loved/hated about this country. She was the promise he came for, not the corrupt reality he actually received. She was the promise of opportunity, freedom and equality, when what he found was exploitation, racism and ignorance.

He pulled up his pants and went back to the office to sit down and look at the latest test data. He wasn’t there yet, but he was close to working out the problems with this technology to deal with aberrant power levels, so that more athletic women could use it without being turned into sex crazy submissives. Technically, he could also use it to make the most powerful women the most deeply submissive, but how was he going to find a subject of such power to test it on? Women with that much actual power never felt weak enough to need his product.

Sighing, he keyed the signature recognition software to track any appearance of his rings in public. His software was keyed to record any instance of any confrontation where his ring was present. He needed to know if his users were really now immune to negative interactions. The early public disgraces, and two gang bangs that he could confirm resulted from multiple ring use, but he could not be sure his technology was safe until he could prove all single ring users were free of all side effects from any negative confrontation.

A soft voice called to him. “Excuse me sir. Professor Wo Fat? I am Kara Danvers, a friend of Alice Cheung.”

Looking up he saw a vision of beauty. Unlike that privileged tart who was busy in the back room preparing herself for a career on her knees under boardroom tables, this terrified fawn looked like just the group he was trying to help. All the potential was there, clearly intelligent, and a body that was far stronger and more beautiful than the pathetic way she dressed and presented herself seemed. She could blossom with his gift indeed.

Wo Fat looked at her and felt his cock stir again. “How can I help you, Miss Danvers?”

Kara Danvers felt his gaze weighing her worth, and silently collapsed under it. Kryptonian physiology or not, she was terminally shy, and his cold lazy sexual scan made her heart flutter and cheeks heat.

“Sir, I have an oral presentation coming up soon, and I have always been terrified of public speaking. Alice has one of your rings, and it allowed her to get through no problem.” Kara admitted.

Wo Fat looked at her and nodded. Just like he thought. These westerners beat their women down so much simply lifting them off the floor made them treat you like you raised them to heaven. Since they were the single greatest untapped revenue stream, promising real change rather than fashion or diet fads would pave the way to an unlimited research budget for him.

Sliding an IPAD with the standard test questions on it over to Kara, he had her stand on the scan deck for her biometrics as she filled it out.

“Now a word of warning, use one ring only. Allow time for the natural building of more positive pathways and breakdown of negative reinforcement loops. More is not better, faster is not safer, take your time and let the technology make you the woman you were supposed to be.” Wo Fat cautioned her.

Kara looked at the last lines of warning on the IPAD.

“Um, what is this libidinous increase side effect?” Kara asked.

Wo Fat smiled and watched her face carefully. “Well among women with great potential strength, early negative experiences often result in severe inhibitions. These do not simply extend to social interactions but body shame and sexual disfunction. Once those inhibitions are converted into excitation, there is a tendency for any sexual blocks to break down and the woman’s sexual desire and pleasure to be unlocked.”

She blushed bright red, squeezed her thighs together and he watched her biometrics spike. Yes, this one was a sexually repressed volcano. He would monitor her himself.

Watching her slide on the ring, the initial flood of signal causing her eyes to open wide. He looked at her, noting the atypically strong response and frowning. That was way more intense than normal. Her IPAD application didn’t have any of the flags of competitive athletics that sometimes-produced spikes less than but similar to her own.

She blushed and began to breathe quickly. Wo Fat looked at the time and decided she better do the rest of the attuning in private.

“Perhaps you should go home, have a nice shower and let this attune while you sleep?” He suggested.

Kara agreed and stumbled out.

Reaching the corner of the building, she ducked into an alley and took to the sky. Flashing back too fast for camera’s on campus to see, she got to her dorm window and opened it. Stripping down, Kara went to the shower and turned the water on.

Running water caressed her, and she allowed the tensions of the day to wash away. She began to feel good. Very good. She thought about how sexually frustrated she was. While her sister Alex was free to explore her own sexuality in college first with boys then girls, Kara had always been too terrified to even consider it. The water caught her nipples, and her breath caught.

Taking the soap Kara told herself she was just washing as she began to trace circles over her belly, brushing the undersides of her breasts. Soon she was caressing her breasts but avoiding her nipples. Her breathing became fast, her blood pounding, she remembered how she felt when Wo Fat’s eyes roamed over her slow and hungry. She caught her nipples in her fingers and pinched, imagining his golden skin against her pale breast, his lips, his TEETH.

“Sweet Krypton!” She cried out in orgasm, falling out of the tub and taking the shower curtain with her.

Embarrassment usually kicked in at this point, but she found herself on her hands and knees, cleaning up the mess from her masturbation with a slow sexy smile on her face. She wished Wo Fat could see her right now.

Twice more during the night, she found herself pleasuring herself to screaming completion, the second time the ring shorted out. Hopelessly overloaded by the power of her feedback.

On her way to Wo Fat’s lab the next morning, she was halfway through her guilt/shame self sabotage when she realized she couldn’t seem to quite complete making herself feel bad about what happened. Was this it, was this what it felt like not to be ruled by shame.

Unaware as she strode past some of the toxic jocks from the Football team, one of them took advantage of her obliviousness to try to flip up her skirt and snap a picture. Supergirl slapped his hand away so strongly that he spun half around, as his phone arced through the air, she goosed it with enough heat vision to melt its internals. No upskirt shots he had taken that day were being uploaded anywhere.

“Loser!” She sneered as she walked on to Wo Fat’s lab. She had only been able to be that confident in her blue and scarlet Supergirl persona, always content to be nothing but prey for the campus scum for constant low-level harassment whenever she was not with her more confident sister. This was new, this was good. This was due to Wo Fat’s ring!

Coming into the lab, Kara asked for and was directed to Wo Fat. He looked at the fried ring and felt a shock run through him. IMPOSSIBLE. Twenty standard deviations beyond the human norm was what he set the original ring parameters for. There should be nothing human beyond ten standard deviations beyond the norm, that would be the once in a generation multiple gold medal athlete level. This mousy blonde burned it out in one night?

Looking at her, he noticed her stance was wider, square to him and straight. She was looking him in the eyes, and her glasses seemed less like a shield to hide behind and more like a fashion accessory. She was not the same girl at all. His mind moving faster than his mental filter, the words were out of his mouth before he could realize how they might be taken.

“You were not by any chance exploring your own pleasure when the unit failed were you?” Wo Fat asked.

She looked down, unable to speak.

He took another ring, and gently slid it onto her finger. Sliding behind her, he let his breath ghost across her neck as he questioned her.

“There is nothing to be ashamed of. You have such a rich body, such a strong body, the urge to run your hands over such perfection is normal, denying it is not.” Wo Fat said.

He felt Kara lean back against him.

“Were you touching yourself?” He asked

She felt the deep humiliation kick in, and the ring refused to let her shut down, stopping the inhibitory loop with a blast of pure pleasure.

“Yes sir. I was touching myself.” Kara responded.

Keying his lab sensors to begin active scanning on her in all forms, he let her lean back against him.

“Some people would call you a slut for that, but a slut wouldn’t be content to touch herself. She would want to show others, let others touch her as well, wouldn’t she?” Wo Fat demanded.

Kara was burning up, the long-supressed urges she had been strangling for years had tasted being let out, and demanded more. “Yes, god a slut would want to be seen, want to be,” Kara moaned “used.”

Wo Fat was watching her biometrics spike, and his sensors were drinking in information faster than he could process, plus she was grinding against his hardening cock in ways that were not helping his concentration.

“Be a good slut and show me how you touched yourself.” Wo Fat urged.

Kara slid her fingers under her shirt, her bra and began playing with her breasts. Wo Fat slid her shirt up around her neck so he could see and the camera’s could see the inhumanly perky perfect globes she manipulated so sensuously.

“Doesn’t it feel good, to touch yourself like a slut?” Wo Fat demanded feeling her writhe against him.

“YES, oh god yes!” Kara admitted.

“I will turn your shame into power, your weakness into strength if you let me. Will you let me? Will you do what I say and let me make you the woman you were supposed to be?” Wo Fat asked, knowing legal consent was something he was going to need badly if this went south.

“YES, please, please. Train me, please train me!” Kara begged, her mind sunk so deep in her body it would be hours before she thought about the words coming out of her mouth.

Wo Fat grabbed her by the hair and bent her forward, he flipped her skirt up and began to spank her hard, so hard it hurt his hand.

“Pinch those nipples for me slut, you were born to be bent over for Chinese men to use, weren’t you? ANSWER ME!” Wo Fat roared as he spanked her and she pinched her nipples fiercely.

“SWEET KRYPTON YES!” She screamed as she came, the ring blazing in a blast of electricity that should have left her stunned and twitching on the ground but didn’t interrupt the rolling wave of orgasms that filled her.

Wo Fat felt the answer flower in his mind, who this was, why the rings failed, and what opportunity was in front of him.

Leaning forward he whispered to her. “You have been taught to fear your strength, to fear your confidence. To fear your desire, your ambition, your pleasure. There is a path through my rings that will free you from the chains of shame altogether. You could be the person you were meant to be. You could soar the sky like a goddess, free from fear, free from doubt, free from shame!”

Kara straightened herself and looked over at Wo Fat who was doing his best imitation of disinterested scientist.

“I think I have seen the problem with your rings. Your nerves work at a slightly different frequency than normal, and your effects were somewhat atypical. I think I can design a new ring just for you that will deal with your unique physiology and still get you the confidence you deserve. I can definitely have it for you before that presentation your grades are riding on” Wo Fat let that deadline and its attendant panic land on her train of thought about what happened and keep it from going anywhere.

“Yes, that would be good. Thank you Professor Wo Fat.”

It took him longer than he thought to produce a ring that could handle her power. In the end he had to go with two rings, just to handle the spikes produced by her orgasms. Wo Fat felt himself getting hard. The more powerful you were, the more submissive you would become, and he was giving two of his rings, augmented to handle the power of twenty of his standard rings each, to the Maid of Might, Supergirl.

When she returned, he put on his best poker face and slid across an IPAD with a questionnaire just for her.

“Kara, do you mind if I record this? It is part of our survey records, and if I want to publish for peer review my subjects agreements have to be iron clad or Luthercorp or Lord Technologies will quash my paper, and then steal my research and credit as their own. It isn’t the scientists you need to fear, it is the tech corporations copyright lawyers.” Wo Fat said.

Kara shuddered, having had more than one run in with both despicable organizations. “That does sound like something they would do. Yes, I agree.” Her voice firmed up. She was tired of being stronger than a hundred men, and less than half the woman her human sister was. She was tired of being too scared to even pretend to have boundaries or pride outside of her Supergirl costume.

Filling out the questionnaire, she saw question 8. “One function of this system is to relieve sexual dysfunction, orgasm suppression, and sexual inhibition through guilt, shame, and pain. Do you wish to include the sexual dysfunction treatment in your rings, or do you prefer to leave existing sexual dysfunctions in place and treat only social interaction inhibitions?”

She flamed, her face burning bright crimson. She heard Alex and her girlfriend going three rounds the night before, Alex making her girlfriend scream and beg, then falling asleep spooning like a romance novel. Keep being frigid or explore the world that everyone else seemed to have, the world the ring opened up for her the first time?

She clicked yes.

Wo Fat held the rings up to her. They were stronger. Larger. They incorporated advanced armour composites that would allow her to punch through a wall without breaking them. She wondered how that helped their nerve interaction, but she did burn out two normal ones so far. Maybe the advanced composites were better at dealing with overload?

She slid them on. The rush of confidence filled her.

Wo Fat looked her in the eye and asked the last question he needed on camera.

“Now Kara, on your screening form you indicated you desired the sexual disfunction treatment as well, is this correct?” Wo Fat asked calmly.

Kara felt heat well up in her core. She had been raised to think good girls didn’t ever admit that, now she was being asked to admit she wanted to be more sexual.

“Yes doctor. I want the sexual disfunction treatment.” Kara admitted.

Wo Fat looked her in the eyes and told her gently, planting the seeds he planned on harvesting later himself.

“You have been raised to fear wanting pleasure at all makes you a slut, and wanting success at all makes you a bitch. When you have completed your training,” He stressed that word, watching her groan and twitch as the though of him training her caused a physical reaction and dopamine filled pleasure response.

“when you have completed your training you will not shut down when someone calls you slut, calls you whore, calls you cunt. No, you will not shut down and be afraid of your sexual self when someone calls you names like that. I will train you to own those words, to own your sexual self, and to claim your power there as you claim your power in work, in life, and even in battle!” Wo Fat told her.

Kara’s sensation flooded system burned Wo Fat’s words into the new pathways burning into her brain. Wo Fat would train her. Slut, whore, bitch, cunt. The words in his voice began to cycle in her brain, she needed to get home.

“Thank you Wo Fat, I am looking forward to it.”

Kara walked out and strode quickly home. Her stride was long and confident, her hips swayed, hair blowing in the wind and both men and women turned as she passed. She passed through a group of the usual toxic losers, but her smirk shut down any thoughts of their usual bullshit cat calls before they could even open their slack jawed little mouths.

She was not the same little mouse she was before. Feeling the pulse of the rings burn through her body, and her own hot wet core respond, she felt she was done being ruled by fear, done being weak when she wasn’t being Supergirl. Wo Fat would train her.

She groaned. Picking up the pace, she wished she could keep a vibrator from breaking, the though of Wo Fat training her in things unrelated to public speaking was making her need a strong session with a personal massager!
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