Thread: Wrecked on Apokolips {darkest_fate&Shadows}

The despot simply gave a light scoff in amusement at Supergirl's attempts toward swaying him away of his current course of action. Acts of desperation were commonplace amongst those whom were brought before him on Apokolips. Seeing her now - so quickly giving way to these attempts at reasoning her way out of danger while the clone glared down with bitter hatred - was playing quite beautifully into Darkseid's personal aspirations for the young Kryptonian. Believe me, child. I know fully well what course of actions the League may take when they discover the lengths I've gone in defiling one of their purest of members. In particular how your cousin may react when the news of your deflowering reaches his ears. Darkseid explained without a sign of waivering from the course a confident smile tugging at the corner of those harsh lips while finishing, And I both welcome and look forward to it. While Darkseid was speaking, the Doomsday clone had continued to grind that bulbous tent underneath Kara's skirt and against her panty clad mound. His actions seeming so very eager. Not only at wanting to penetrate the female before him, but at displaying its dominance over one of their kind. The creatures Master gave an amused chuckle at his 'pets' eagerness, while addressing Supergirl's other warning, As for this 'thing' as you so aptly referred to it? I assure you I've prepared numerous precautions for the unlikely yet possible event of his going berserk. But perhaps you would like a demonstration of my control over his body and mind? Without wasting another second, Darkseid simply stared at the creature and alerted it on what to do with a single worded command, Chair. Immediately, the clone pulled Kara away from the wall and dragged the blonde by the collar of her uniform. Not having far to go, as they approached one of the objects which Supergirl may have noticed earlier upon awakening. Lifting her upward with ease, Doomsday pushed Supergirl onto the chair with only enough gentleness to not break the instrument. Holding her in place with one hand and glaring down that with that burning hatred while Darkseid rather casually approached the pair. I will admit. While your adoptive home is rather embarrassingly unimpressive with the majority of their defenses, they do have a knack for the creation of less militaristic goods. The cold dictator mused while grasping at the restraining straps and pulling them over her abdominal area. Making the effort of getting Supergirl's arms within the restraints so as to hold them at her sides, the despot then moved to strap down her booted legs within each of the respective leg portions. In the end, leaving the young heroine tied down in a spread eagle fashion as the Doomsday clone released its grip on her chest. Do as you wish, my pet. Simply refrain from anything which may cause her... permanent harm. Darkseid offered to his compliant creation gazing down at the blonde and giving a rather unsettling smile which showed an interest in watching the Kryptonian losing her virginity. For a second, it appeared as if a similar smile had appeared upon the clones harsh features, but as it stared down at the restrained Supergirl, those beady eyes narrowed at the familiar insignia upon her chest. Clenching its fist in anger, Doomsday slowly raised its arm and took what looked to be the makings of a deadly swipe at Kara's chest. Yet Darkseid himself did not flinch, as the sound of clothing being ripped soon filled the room, as the front of Supergirl's uniform was slashed across by the boney claw protrusions upon the creatures knuckles. The action destroyed much of the iconic S symbol upon Kara's white top, along with having the added bonus of exposing her firm, seemingly flawless breasts to the warm air of the containment area. Quite impressive. Darkseid stated calmly while watching on the sidelines not making it clear on whether the comment was in response toward his creations precision or the now largely exposed chest of his greatest enemies cousin. Not that Kara would have long to ponder the subject, as Doomsday quickly moved itself between her spread legs. Her skirt riding upward due to all of the action taking place around her, the clone mainly needed to focus on reaching down for her white panties and, as if they were tissue paper, ripped the fabric apart to fully exposed the blonde's sex to the creatures intense glare. Despite the clones simplemindedness, the creature showed an interest in finally mating with the female promised to it by its creator, as that hint of a smile returned while both hands began to reach for the waistline of his own uniform. The way the seat was adjusted had allowed for enough lift along Supergirl's upper body to give Kara an easy enough time to stare downward if she so desired. Allowing the blonde a good enough view as the Doomsday clone pulled the green uniform downward with a modest amount of effort, thus allowing for its less than modest girth to come free of its confinement. As expected by the bulge felt against her earlier, the creature was huge both in sheer length and girth alone. Easily over a foot in size, with the thickness being difficult to get an exact measure on as the throbbing organ literally swelled with nearly every pulsating pump of blood which flowed through it Not only was there the size to worry about, but the cock looked rather inhuman. Aside from the unnatural complexion which matched Doomsdays skin tone, there were a number of bone-looking protrusions decorating along the length of that throbbing organ. Fortunately for Kara, they didn't share the same skin ripping sharpness of the ones found along the majority of his body, but they certainly looked big enough to be felt, regardless. Lingering like so for a matter of seconds, Supergirl was granted the brief opportunity of taking in the unique sight of the peculiar cock, before the clone pressed forward and gripped at the base while guiding the swollen mushroom tip toward her virgin lips. With her legs restrained and held apart by the chair legs to keep her from trying to close them, Supergirl was left utterly exposed as that engorged tip inched its way near her virgin body. The clone seemingly either having prior knowledge passed down by the original Doomsday or, more likely, being given a subliminal training on these matters by Darkseid's scientists during its creation, before the large male did use his free hand to first run a pair of coarse fingers along Kara's soft flesh. Rubbing along her slit, the tip of the creatures index finger managed to work itself between the soft petals, before being joined by another as the first began to press inward to her vulnerable entryway. Darkseid himself watched with both scientific fascination and an interest in simple depravity, as his creation at least showed the common sense to prepare its mate in order to better penetrate her with its thick organ. The one finger pressing into Kara indeed being roughly the size of an average human male's cock as it prodded about with firm strokes within the Kryptonian's sex. Not going so far as to break her virgin barrier, but certainly come close on a number of occasions as the one finger would soon find itself joined by a second. Further stuffing Kara's previously untouched womanhood with the fingers of one of her cousins worst enemies, as the other hand began to slowly stroke that inhuman cock which promised to be the next thing to violate her luscious young body.