Thread: Wrecked on Apokolips {darkest_fate&Shadows}

Supergirl caught the words Darkseid used. Not break, not destroy, but defile, deflower. The sudden pressure from the thick thing pressing against Kara's loins felt tremendous. Surely he couldn't, wouldn't. Clark would kill him, hell, pretty well any member of the League would kill him. Kara would do it herself when the weariness from whatever he'd used on her dissipated. He seemed to know that though, know it and relish the idea. All the while Kara could feel the monster grinding against her, rubbing his thick cock against her slender little sex. Darkseid continued, deflecting more of Kara's protests with ease. Control? What the hell could he-- Kara gasped as she felt the monster lifting her, the collar of her tough uniform pulling her upward. Chair? What the hell did he mean by... Kara looked around, desperate to try and figure it out. Those wide blue eyes landed upon the monstrosity sitting there. It looked like a torture device, like something someone had designed to reflect nightmares. Kara felt her veins go cold. Once she hit that chair, it was over. Or was she kidding herself? Hadn't it been over the moment she'd gone against Doomsday, even this false clone of him? She may be the girl of steel, but she wasn't nearly as powerful or experienced enough to go toe to toe with that creature. More words hammered down at Kara. She heard them, heard them as she tried to struggle, feebly kicking and jerking. The creature held her tight she couldn't have resisted even had she not been exhausted and probably drugged. Her arm went down, a strap trapping it. Then another, pinning her arms down, to her sides. Kara pulled, she lunged, but of course Darkseid had prepared for this. All Supergirl managed was to thrust her impressive chest out for more groping and admiring. Soon enough, both her luscious legs were parted, the skirt even lifting slightly to show more delicate thigh. Why even bother leaving her dressed, given what he had in mind? What, was he thinking he'd leave part of her uniform... oh shit, Kara's eyes widened as she realized that was exactly the plan. Leave part of her uniform, her proud proclamation of her identity, so that when he defiled her, he was not simply defiling a pretty girl, but defiling Supergirl . Panic clawed at Kara's chest and she surged upward, pulling hard against the chair. Her feet kicked, her arms wriggled Do what he wanted... Kara looked up at the creature. No, she whispered, her voice practically hoarse. The hand descended to the shield on her top. Protrusions ripped and, as expected, the perky breasts tumbled out. They looked like a teenager's wet dream two perfectly round mounds of feminine flesh, each tanned to match the rest of Supergirl, and each capped with a slightly darkened nipple. Supergirl was not Powergirl, but her bust size swelled impressive., as Darkseid commented. The girl flushed at that, glaring daggers at the alien. She didn't care what he thought he meant she knew what it felt like. Only way you people get women, huh? she snapped, surging against the bonds again. While she'd been distracted with Darkseid, his little pet moved. The skirt went up, the panties were bared, then instantly removed. Kara's slit looked as virginal as it was the pale pink splitting her tanned body with almost perfect peachlike grace. No hair graced the Kryptonian's lower half, as superheroes were ever so wont to groom meticulously. So the bared mound swelled, completely open to the air. That nether region looked miniscule, contained and demure. It certainly didn't look capable of handling what the creature soon removed. Kara twisted enough to see the throbbing thing, see every inch of it. She could compare it to her tiny little sex. No, came out again, this time unbidden. Fear and terror and anger mixed within Kara, causing her to pull and squirm and fight harder than she'd ever fought before. No, no, no! Get that thing away from me! No! she screamed now, thrashing, golden hair flying about her pretty face. Fingers prodded Kara's soft flesh. Likely a Kryptonian was the only thing that could feel this as the light prodding the creature intended. It rubbed along that tender little slit, eventually finding the opening and prodding against it. The tight petals held against him, almost as though doors to an invader. The fingers worked as a ram, however, prodding and pressing. Stop! hissed Kara, trying to kick, again surging against her bonds. She was a virgin, the superhero's life, it, it made such things impossible. She'd always hoped there would be someone, but not this, never this. The fingers pressed and the petals parted. Kara let out a harsh scream as she felt the finger pull aside her tight flesh. Her inner walls clung to him tight enough to remind that this being possessed super strength. Kara rolled her hips, trying her hardest to dislodge the thing. So big, she mumbled, fighting the tears she knew were building in her blue eyes, too big, she had to fight the urge to whimper and instead bit her lip, pressing hard enough to turn the flesh white. She would not give in. She was Supergirl.