by The Wizard

Chapter Two

(revised June 29, 1999)

Supergirl regained consciousness lying on the floor of what appeared to be a very large, and deserted, warehouse. The walls seemed to be made of the same material as were the Klarion Warbots, which prevented her from examining her surroundings with her X-ray vision. She painfully stood up and tried to burn away through the metal with her heat vision. However, that was met with failure. The walls must of also been treated with some sort of heat resistant coating that diffused the even the high temperatures that she could generate besides being of the incredibly strong metal. She looked around herself. There was obviously more to this place than just a simple storehouse.

There appeared to be no doors, which meant they had to be concealed. Of course, there were no windows. She strode to one of the walls and threw a mighty punch. She would just make her own door, she thought. She was not very surprised to discover that all she did was slightly mar the metal. She looked down and then up and frowned as she noted that the ceiling and floor was of the same ultra-dense material as well. This was all becoming very strange to her. Who was her foe? How did he get a pair of Klarion Warbots? Where was she? Why build a warehouse of this nature with what had to be extremely rare and expensive materials. Surely the materials that were used to build this could not be found on Earth!

Supergirl sighed as she looked around the empty room again. She was trapped for the time being, with no idea where she was. It was not a good feeling for her. She would just have to wait and see what the man in black had in store for her.

Supergirl did not have long to wait. A doorway appeared out of nowhere in one wall and into the vast room strode the tall black clad villain. His handsome face cracked with a devilish smile, which did not touch his icy eyes. The man was very confident and around him radiated a eerie charisma that she had sensed before. Supergirl had to shake her head to dispel the effect of his gaze on her. He stopped before her and calmly looked her up and down, in a way that she did not like, with a very disturbing sense of interest.

"Greetings, Supergirl. It is about time that we finally meet." His voice was deep and clear, like what a lion would sound like if it could talk.

"Who are you?" Supergirl demanded, and wished that her voiced sounded more confident than she felt. It was time to find out who this guy really was, and what his plans were. She defiantly placed her hands on her hips and glowered with bold menace at him.

"I am known to many simply as Slaver, woman." His voice was not loud, but it seemed to fill the room. A slaver? Of course, that made sense to her. She scowled at his address of her. She was "Supergirl", no mere 'woman'!

"What do you want, Slaver?" she spat, though she believed that she already knew the answer.


"As to what I want, I thought that it would be evident to you with your supposed superior Kryptonian intellect," he smiled. The blonde heroine wanted to reach out and wipe the smug look from his face in the worst of ways. She took a deep breath and tried to settle her nerves. It was obvious that he was getting to her.

"Well, it's not, creep! So, why don't you educate me?", Supergirl shot back as she continued to stand before him. She felt her fingers gripping harder against her hips as she held her pose, hoping to intimidate him. A small frown creasing her features as she saw that the villain was not frightened at all by her.

"Oh, don't worry about that, my pretty," Slaver replied with a smile, "I do very much intend on 'educating' you. You see, my dear, I am a mercenary. A very good one, at that. I hire out my services to the highest bidder, and I get many bids. Currently, I am working for a certain interplanetary consortium that has a high interest in beautiful Terran females."

"Interplanetary....Terran females...? What the hell is this all about? You mean you are kidnapping beauty queens to sell to aliens?!? You will never get away with it!"

"Oh, but I will, Supergirl. In fact, I already have. I have been doing this sort of thing for years. You have only now become aware of my activities because I wanted you to. In any case, my activities have never been directly linked to me, and no one on your planet even knows of my existence. But, I wanted you, Supergirl, so I became a bit more...visible." Slaver laughed at his own joke, which Supergirl did not find amusing.

"If you think that you are going to sell me as one of your slaves you got another thing coming, buster! I am no man's property! And, I am certainly not going to stand idly by and let you sell those other girls to your perverted, alien clients, either!", she shouted, raising a pair clench fists before her. Her aggressive display only made Slaver laugh louder.

"My dear child," he chortled, "YOU are an alien to this planet, are you not? As to 'perverted', that is only your opinion. I do not care what my clients do with the girls I supply them with, as long as I get paid. And, I get paid very, very well for what I do, woman. Earth girls fetch very high prices on the interplanetary slave market. Especially trained slave-girls. I also supply my clients with proper training of the girls to suit their own individual tastes." He smiled at her and again slowly ran his eyes up over her body, like a slimy hand. "But, that is not why I am really here," he continued. Supergirl did not interrupt, as she wanted him to spill his plans like every villain before him, to reveal to her a chink in his armor that she could use to defeat him. "You see Supergirl, you are a rarity. There are so few of your species left in the universe. And, as you are not breeding to increase your racial stock, your race is headed for extinction. I seek to prevent that."

"What are you, mad?!? What does it matter to you? As to my and my cousin's practices and beliefs, they are of no one's concern, especially one such as you!" She could not believe her ears. Slaver was mad. Stark raving mad! There was no way that he could possibly get her and Kal-El to mate, no matter what the reason.

"Also, if you are implying what I think that you are, you will find Superman a whole lot tougher than me!", she smirked at him, hoping that even now her cousin was on his way back to Earth. She knew that she really needed his assistance, especially where a pair of Klarion Warbots were concerned.

"No doubt. But, I have no need of Superman. I have you. That is all I need.", the dark haired man said with a wink. Supergirl narrowed her eyes.

"Forget it, Slaver. I was cloned before, and that did not work, either," she snarled. She was now fuming. The sheer audacity of what Slaver was inferring to infuriated her. And, he was soo smug about it as well, even....flirtatous!

"You are not to be cloned, Supergirl. You are to be bred." he replied quietly, with certainty. Supergirl gaped at him. How...dare..he!?! She was SUPERGIRL! Her face burned as the blood pounded to her face and she took a step forward, her fists clenched at her sides, her arms shivering with barely suppressed fury.

"You're crazy, Slaver. I am not going to be part of your breeding stock, no matter what you say or do. My body is my own, to do with as I please." Supergirl barely managed to keep her voice even. No one had ever been so audacious as to say such a thing to her before, not even the most crass and crude villains that she had ever met. Yes, she knew that many males viewed her with sexual lust. She knew that she was very attractive and was proud of her looks. But, this was different. This was....personal!!

"You are so naive," he laughed. "It is almost refreshing. Consider your predicament, Supergirl. You are my prisoner, standing before me, completely under my power and control, and yet you insist that your body is your own. My dear girl, you are so wrong." , he said as his smile left his face and his eyes held nothing but surety, "your body is MINE!"

Supergirl stood in shock at his audacity. Slaver WAS mad. But, she needed more information from him. Her body shook even more with suppressed rage as she dearly wanted to proceed with wiping the warehouse floor with him. But, she had to find out where his victims were.

"There is still my mind and my soul, Slaver, and no matter what you may try do to me, those will always be my own. You can never have those."

"Nor do I really want to force you to give them to me. You will give me those of your own free will."

Supergirl did not know what to say to Slaver. It was no use arguing with the mad-man, as it would only make her angry. And anger is what caused mistakes. And if her mind was clouded with such strong emotions that she was feeling right now, she would not be able to think clear enough to defeat him. As to his reference to breeding her, Supergirl dismissed it as just being the ravings of insanity. She could only be bred with another Kryptonian, and there were only two left, herself included. So, breeding her was a moot point, she thought, since it would have to be Superman with which she would have to be bred with. And, if Slaver attempted to contact Superman for such a purpose, he would only be defeating himself. However, Supergirl did not believe Slaver was that stupid. Crazy for certain, but not stupid.

"You must think that I am pretty stupid, Slaver," she said with venom. "You are not looking at me as breeding stock, because that is simply impossible because of my race. You see me only as another trophy to add to your collection of kidnapped women."

"Supergirl, you do have a point. Ask yourself how much money you could bring me. Can you imagine what one of your old enemies would pay to have you in their power and control. Or, how much they would pay me to simply kill you? I am a very extremely rich man now, Supergirl, but compared to what I could possibly make by marketing your fate, my present riches are but a drop in the bucket."

Slaver's questions hung above Supergirl like a guillotine about to fall. It was all starting to come together for her. It was apparent that Slaver was not going to kill her. Not yet, at any rate. If he was going to kill her he could have done it right after his Warbots defeated her and she was helpless in their control. No, he wanted her for something else, and she did not believe it was for breeding. He must be planning exactly that, to profit from her capture, to sell her to one of her enemies. Perhaps he had already made a deal with one of her old enemies. He struck her as being too greedy for such a selfish motive as to keep her as his own personal slave, if what he was implying was even remotely true. There was not way that she would allow that at any rate. He would have to kill her before she allowed him to use her body, as a slave, or a breeder, or whatever. She had had enough of his mad nonsense.

"I'll be your slave over my dead body," she snarled. With those words Supergirl launched herself at Slaver. He was about to learn that she was NOT his prisoner, and that she was far from helpless. She crashed into him with the sound of thunder, moving to grab his arms to twist them behind him and force him to open the door to the chamber they were in.

Slaver was only forced by a step, and turned to keep her from wrestling his arms behind him, instead gripping her wrists in both of his hands. She was stunned both by his power and speed. She looked into his face with shocked dismay. He was NOT human! There was no way that he could be. Slaver then gave her a dispassionate back hand blow which sent her flying into the far wall.

"Ooommphhhhh", she cried out as she slammed into the hard metal wall. She snarled as she pushed herself off the wall and launched a fast flying kick to his head that would have crushed an obsidian boulder. She did not hold back now as she would have with a lesser foe, for she sensed now that he was easily her match in strength, if not stronger. Slaver merely reached up with lightning speed and easily caught her foot in a vise-like grip, stopping her in mid-air. With his other hand he took hold of her thigh, suspending her in the air before him, and then kicked her stomach before she could react, knocking the breath from her lungs. As she gasped for breath, he twisted her leg and drove her face first into the floor. She gritted her teeth and twisted her head as she tried to push up with her hands against the floor to look back just as he dropped to one knee beside her and shot his fist hard between her shoulder blades, causing stars to fill her gaze as unbelievable pain shot through her spine, darkness starting to form at the edges of her sight.

"Uggghhhhhhhh," she moaned as she felt him lifting her up to her feet by his hand in her long blonde hair. Supergirl couldn't believe his speed and power. No one ever handled her thusly unless she was under the weakening influence of kryptonite. No, the pain she was feeling now was not of that nature. She didn't feel like she was under the influence of kryptonite, and felt as strong as before, so she knew that she wasn't influenced by a red star. Supergirl still did feel, however, still sore from her earlier battle with the Slaver's Klarion Warbots.

"AAARRGGGHHHHHH!!", she screamed as Slaver lifted her off the floor by her hair, her feet dangling under her over the floor, her hands shooting over her head to grip his steel like wrist to pull it from her. But, she had no leverage, and before she knew it was thrown across the room to slam into the far wall. She groaned as her back smashed hard against it, and her head snapped back to send more pain shooting through her body as she slide down the wall.

She shook her head trying to clear her vision as she tried to push herself up to her feet when Slaver grabbed hold of her between her large firm breasts, his large hand gripping the cloth of her tight blue blouse at her emblem and lifting her again into the air.

"Nooooooo .... this .... ugghhhh.... can't ...ooofff .... be ... happening....", she moaned in protest, her head snapping from side to side as the smiling villain then slapped her face one way and then backhanded her face the other way, repeating it several times as she kicked against his hard stomach and chest as she pulled at his arms, trying to break his grip.

"Eerrrrggggghhhhhhhh!!" Supergirl cried out as he was suddenly struck in her muscular stomach, her legs seeming to go dead as his blow sent crippling pain through her belly to her spine. She slowly looked up into the face of her assailant and saw him draw his hand back as he smiled back into her face. Her world then went black as Slaver smashed his fist into her face, driving her back across the warehouse floor to land in a crumpled heap.

The then calmly stepped up to Supergirl's motionless form and laughed.

"Ooooohhhhhhhhhhh," Supergirl moaned as she painfully regained her senses, rolling onto her side to face Slaver, and stared at him with disbelief. He was impossibly strong and quick. Too much so! If she did not know better, she would have sworn that he was Kryptonian. But, she knew that was impossible. What is he?!?

"My dear girl," Slaver said to the beaten girl at his feet, rolling her over onto her back with his foot, "I do not want to kill you, though you know now that I could if I so wanted. No, I want you for something else. And, now that I have you I am not going to let you go. You will not escape me, or the fate that I have in store for you. And now, with this lesson learned, it is time for you to go to sleep." Saying that, Slaver pulled a small black box from his belt and pointed it at the Maid of Steel. She tried to roll to one side to avoid what was coming but Slaver was too quick. A pulsating blue beam emitted from the hand-held box striking her in the chest and surrounding her with an explosion of bluish light, paralyzing her. Impossibly intense pain set fire to her nerves and she slipped thankfully into the restful black world of unconsciousness.