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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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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.
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