SUPERGIRL'S SLAVERY

by The Wizard

PART II - Loses

Chapter Three

(Revised June 30, 1999)

When Supergirl finally awake, many hours later, she found herself once again lying on the floor. This time she was bound. Tight. Her wrists were tied together behind her back and and elbows were bound painfully together, which pulled her shoulders back and thrust her breasts forward from the tension. Her knees were roped together as were her ankles, which were connected to her bound wrists with another rope. Her captor had hogtied her.

Supergirl smirked to herself at the insanity of someone actually thinking that rope could hold her and tensed her muscles to snap the cord. Nothing happened, except for the white ropes holding her to tighten. Again and again she struggled against her bondage with the same results, the ropes only dug themselves deeper into her flesh.

She was helpless, and Supergirl increased her writhings on the floor in near panic when she came to that realization. These weren't glowing green ropes of kryptonite that restrained her, but normal rope as far as she could tell. And, it seemed that there was no way that she was going to snap apart the ropes holding her like she normally would of been able to do. She grunted and groaned and twisted her body, first one way and then the other. She tried to feel any knots that she could work with her fingers, but to no avail.

"Aaarrrgghhhhhh!!!", Supergirl groaned in frustration and finally laid still to take stock of her situation. She obviously was not going to break free of her bonds. She wondered what the restraints were made of, because ordinarily she could snap anchor chain as if it were thread. She refused to believe that they were made of ordinary materials. Perhaps some magic was involved? Supergirl moved slowly to shift on the cool floor and discovered that moving thusly did not tighten the ropes. She rolled over onto her side to take in her surroundings.

She was in a room different from the one in which she encountered Slaver, and had been defeated so easily by him. The room was very clean and spartan. The walls and floor were apparently of steel and the room was small enough to easily be a prison cell, which she supposed it was. Through the floor she felt a slow, steady throbbing which she immediately recognized as deep-space warp drive engines. She was on a space ship! Slaver had taken her to his ship and was now taking her to...where? And, she was helpless to stop him. The room had no apparent portals, just like the last room.

Then, it suddenly struck her as she twisted to lessen the tension of the strict hogtie. She felt PAIN!! The ropes binding her hurt. But, that was impossible. She was invulnerable to pain. She was Kryptonian. She was Supergirl! Something was very, very wrong here. She decided to test her powers by using her X-ray vision to see if she could look through the walls of her cell to discover where in space they were.

Nothing. But, whether this had to do with her apparent lack of powers, or with the walls being lined with lead she did not know. Supergirl then decided to use her heat vision, to melt a hole in the wall. Again, she was met with failure. Nothing at all happened. No heat was generated at all. She twisted her head to look closer at the ropes binding her, and gasped as she saw blood seeping from under the rope around her knees, where she had contused her skin in her violent struggles.

That clinched it for the Girl of Steel. Somehow Slaver had stripped her of her super strength and powers, either by some physical means, or because of where they were in space, possibly under the influence of a red star. She literally WAS helpless! She HAD to escape this cell and again Supergirl struggled hard against her strict bondage. Her fight against the tight ropes only brought her pain, and failure. She panted as her struggles slowed to become writhings. She was getting tired, another thing that she was not used to, and which frightened her as much as her bondage. Sweat formed across her brow to drip down her face as she tugged and strained, stinging her eyes. But, Supergirl refused to give up!

All this meant that somehow Slaver had cut her off from the influence of the Earth's sun, the yellow star Sol. That was the only explanation, short of magic, but he didn't seem the type. He depended on advanced technology, like the Klarion Warbots. Whether this had do do with her cell, or with the ship now being in the range of a red or blue star, she did not know. Supergirl guessed the later, primarily because of the blue beam that Slaver had used before to render her unconscious.

Supergirl wondered what Slaver had in store for her. She didn't want to think about, refused to think about his threats of slavery. She knew that right now Slaver could do anything to her, and she was powerless to stop him. She was vulnerable to pain and that frightened her. She had never felt so helpless or alone.

Slaver had done his job well, Supergirl thought. He was obviously an expert at making a girl helpless. She noticed that the ropes binding her where of a material that she had never seen before. They were light, flexible, and entirely unbreakable. She again tested the bonds that so expertly bound her limbs. She was tied in such a way that the ropes would not cut off her circulation, but would tighten if she moved the wrong way. The ropes were not made, or laced with kryptonite, as she did not feel any of the sickening influence of kryptonite poisoning. In a small way she was thankful for that. She wondered if she would be able to break the ropes if she did have her powers, but such questions were a moot point at this time.

Supergirl then remembered why she was there. June Wilson, Miss America. She wondered what had happened to the beauty queen since that battle in the bedroom where Ms Wilson had disappeared. Did Slaver have her tied up and helpless like she was, along with other Earth beauty contestants? With Slaver that seemed to be the likely choice. It seemed to her that Slaver kidnapped the beauty queens for his other clients, and Supergirl for himself.

She did not have any more time to ponder her and Ms Wilson's fate because right then a portal appeared in a wall of her cell and a strange being entered her small cell to stand over her.

The being was humanoid, and had light yellow skin and obsidian black orbs for eyes. It was wearing a uniform similar to Slaver's except that it was entirely red in color, where as Slaver's was black. On his left shoulder was an emblem of a woman. Supergirl was shocked to see that the woman was kneeling naked and with her wrists chained behind her.

"Who are you?" Supergirl asked, more in curiosity than in fear. The being glided across the room to the only piece of furniture in the cell, a small cot built into one wall and flowed onto it to sit facing her. Supergirl was amazed at the grace with which the alien moved. It was strangely beautiful and she could not keep herself from staring at him. She was answered with a gentle voice that flowed as he did, smooth as silk.

"I am called Ballus. I am, what Terran's would call, Slaver's Major Domo, as it were."

"You are a Trull!" Supergirl exclaimed as she suddenly recognized his racial characteristics. She had never seen one before, but her cousin Superman had described them to her, after encountering them on one of his deep-space missions.

"That is correct, Supergirl," Ballus responded. His voice was gentle, but penetrating and Supergirl deduced that Ballus was telepathic. Superman had told her that many Trulls exhibited psychic abilities.

"It is true that I am a telepath," he responded to her mental observation, to Supergirl's surprise. "But, you do not have to worry about me causing you mental havoc. With non-psychics, such as yourself, I prefer to communicated on a level that you are accustomed to."

Supergirl did not know how to react to this revelation. It actually seemed that Ballus was not an actual threat to her, at least not at this time. It was hard to tell, but Supergirl knew that she was under intense scrutiny from the Trull, though it was hard to tell what those pitch-black eyes of his were looking at.

"You are a very beautiful female, Supergirl," Ballus remarked, "Slaver was quite correct in his physical evaluation of you. You have all the qualities that we look for in a high-quality sexual slave."

Supergirl was instantly on her guard. Ballus was regarding her as a slave, just as Slaver had. And, not just any type of slave, but one meant for sexual usage. She swallowed nervously and wondered just where the Trull fit into the scheme of things in her captivity.

"What do you want with me?" she asked, moving her bound body into a semi-upright position, struggling to get to her knees so that she could face the Trull with some semblance of dignity.

"I, myself, want nothing from you, Kryptonian. It is what Slaver wants that you should concern yourself with. I am merely a scientist that Slaver trusts and depends on to handle his day-to-day operations. Nothing happens concerning Slaver and his business operations that I do not know about. Except, that is, for you. I will be honest with you and say that I do not know what his plans for you are. Many options have been stated, but nothing definitive has been decided upon, as far as I have been told."

Ballus gave a Trull version of a frown and continued, "I am very glad that you are restrained thusly, Supergirl. Your reputation proceeds you. You are very much a threat to Slaver, and thus to me. And, if I had any say in the matter I would terminate you here and now. But, I do not have any say in the matter of your fate, and must obey Slaver."

Ballus made a small gesture and the rope binding her ankles and legs fell away from her to allow her to finally get to her knees. Supergirl's eyes widened as she watched the rope, like a couple of obedient snakes, slither over to Ballus to coil up at his feet. He reached down, picked them up, and placed them in a small pouch attached to his uniform belt. She looked up at the Trull and wondered if she should stand up.

"I have freed your legs so that you can move about and get some exercise. I will not remove the rest of your bondage. You may stand if you wish Supergirl, but I must warn you from making any hostile moves towards me, or any attempts to escape. The consequences of any such action will be swift and quite painful, I assure you."

Supergirl sat back slowly onto her heels. She was not going to take any chances with the Trull, especially since she was powerless at the moment. The thing she needed at this point was information, and Ballus seemed willing to give her any information she wished...she hoped.

"Where are we?" she asked as she stood, looking about her, examining her cell.

"We are aboard Slaver's starship the "Klarion Rebel"," he responded, "and that is all you need to know."

"What is our destination?"

"To Klarion, of course," Ballus responded easily. Supergirl's heart sank. Klarion. Home of a fierce and sadistic warrior race. Makers of the dread Warbots. A planet circling a blue star. She would be absolutely powerless there. "We are transporting a hold full of Earth girls to Klarion," Ballus continued, unafraid of giving Supergirl any information that he was directly told not to. "They, and you, will be trained as slaves, in route. That way they can go directly to the auction block once we arrive. I am do not know if you are to be sold as well, but as I have said, you will be trained as a slave." Supergirl shot to her feet. Ballus remained seated, and calm.

"A slave!?! You tell your master that I will be no one's slave," Supergirl spat at the Trull. "I would rather be dead!"

"A wish shared by thousands, I assure you, Supergirl. You certainly do not lack for enemies. Many of them would love to have you in their power, either to kill or to leash." Ballus fixed her with his gaze and continued. "Perhaps I will kill you, Supergirl. I could make an enormous fortune and buy out Slaver."

"Then why don't you, Ballus? After all, there is no profit for you with me being alive. Like you said, I am a threat to you. In fact, I don't believe that Slaver will sell me. I am too much a threat to be handled that way. Slaver knows this. I am not, will not and cannot be sold as a slave, of any kind, for the simple fact that while I am alive I am a threat to Slaver, to you, and to whoever 'owns' me," Supergirl stated, the edges of her full lips curled up in a self-satisfactory smirk.

"Perhaps, Supergirl. Then again, perhaps not. Who knows what goes through the mind of Slaver?" Ballus stood up and looked directly at her. "But, know this Supergirl. You are in no place to make any decisions regarding your fate. You are Slaver's captive, destined to be a slave, and a sexual one at that. No one has ever escaped Slaver in over a hundred years. No one. You will not escape, either."

Ballus' revelations surprised Supergirl. A hundred years? How old was Slaver?

Ballus motioned Supergirl rise to her feet. Supergirl did so, still surprised about Slaver.

"Follow me," he said and turned towards a doorway which irised open in the wall at his gesture. Supergirl, her arms bound tightly behind her, her full breasts jutting forward, followed Ballus out into a corridor, curious and quite apprehensive as to what lay in store for her.

*******

Supergirl followed the gliding form of the Trull as he led her through a maze of corridors that made the starship. She could sense that the ship was huge, easily over a mile in length. The ship swarmed with activity. Everyone they met, human or otherwise, were all attired in the same type of uniform that the Trull wore, though there were of different colors, which apparently had to do with which department the wearer belonged to, or job he performed. The only exception to this were the various robots they passed occasionally, including the giant Klarion Warbots, which wore no uniforms.

No one acknowledged them verbally, though it was very apparent that Ballus was very important on the ship, as everyone they met acknowledged him with a bow or a salute. Supergirl did receive a few curious glances, but was ignored to the most part.

They finally came to a corridor which appeared to be their destination, since there were no other terminals, only a doorway at it's end. It was also heavily guarded with a squadron of Warbots which flanked the broad hallway. It was obviously a very important area that Supergirl was being taken to. Ballus stopped at the doorway and rested his hand against a glass plate set into the wall. A beam of light went up and down behind the glass as Ballus' palm was read. A green light came on as his identity was confirmed and the door silently slid open. Inside was Slaver. Supergirl entered his private quarters and office behind Ballus.

Slaver was sitting behind a large beautiful desk, made of solid black polished onyx, waiting for them. Ballus motioned Supergirl forward until she was standing ten feet before the massive desk of the Slaver. Slaver, of course, was dressed all in black, and looked imposing, even sitting behind a desk.

"Thank you, Ballus", Slaver said, "that will be all for now". Dismissed, the Trull bowed and glided from the room, the door sliding shut behind him, leaving Supergirl alone with Slaver. With Ballus gone Supergirl felt very alone. For some reason, she had appreciated the Trull's calming influence. Now she felt nervous, and not very calm at all. She looked defiantly into the eyes of her captor.

"Kneel," Slaver commanded in an even voice, as if talking to a dog. Supergirl did not move and remained standing, holding her head high, glaring with proud anger at Slaver. She would not give Slaver any satisfaction of obedience. There was no denying that she was fearful of him. Slaver was more powerful than she was when she did have her super-strength. Without her super-powers he could probably crush her as easily as one did an insect. But, she was still Supergirl, even without her powers, and she would never submit willingly to anyone.

Slaver's face betrayed no emotion. Only his eyes portrayed that she had may have over-stepped herself with him. "You still defy me," he rumbled, "even now when you know that you are powerless before me. Good. I did not want you to break so easily. I do enjoy an occasional challenge. But, I will tolerate no disobedience. Even from you." With that Slaver depressed a button in a console built into his desk. Instantly, Supergirl's bonds tightened, causing her to gasp in pain, and her body was struck with a gravitational beam that increased her weight until she could no longer hold herself upright. Supergirl collapsed onto her knees gasping. Slaver released the button and her torment ended. "That is much better, Supergirl. You WILL obey me. Instantly and without question. Your punishments for your insolence will only get worse if you continue to defy me."

"Screw you!", Supergirl shouted as she started to get her feet under her in order to stand again. Slaver only pressed another button on his desk, this one causing a red beam of light to shoot down from over her head, enveloping her body in it's eerie light.

"Aaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeee!!!" Pain washed through Supergirl's body, causing her to fall to her side and writhe in agony as every nerve in her body was set ablaze. Spasm after spasm wracked Supergirl's body, causing her to cry out in one continue scream of pain. After what seemed like hours Slaver discontinued her punishment. Supergirl collapsed supine on the floor, gasping and trying to catch her breath.

"My dear, I did not have Ballus bring you in her so that I would have to punish you. I only wanted to speak with you. But, if you insist on being belligerent, you will continue to experience pain that you never before thought possible." Slaver stood and walked around his massive desk to stand over the distressed superheroine and looked down at the bound and shaking Supergirl at his feet.

Slaver smiled to himself. He had waited many years for this moment, ever since he had discovered Supergirl's existence on Earth and he had learned what she was. He was very attracted to the blonde heroine, for many reasons. But, he was a professional and he would not allow his personal feelings for her get in the way of what needed to be done. Supergirl was to be a slave. He would see to it that she received the proper training. Occasionally that also meant punishment.

"Are you going to behave, Supergirl? Believe me, I do not enjoy punishing you, but I will do so if you continue to be belligerent."

Supergirl had no choice at the time but to behave. Her body had betrayed her because of the punishment that she had received. She still could not speak, so she only nodded her head in defeat that she would be good. At least, until she got her strength back.

"Excellent!" Slaver laughed. "Now, get up onto your knees, girl." He said as he turned from her and went back to seat himself behind his desk. Supergirl struggled to her knees. It was hard for her because she wanted to us her hands to help herself up, but that was impossible as her arms were bound painfully behind her. She still recalled how easily he had subdued her and the pain that she had just experienced from refusing to kneel earlier. She would bid her time with her obedience until she overcame her powerlessness, and even though it went against all she believed in, she would obey him. But, that did not mean that she would give up.

"What have you done with Miss Wilson and the other beauty contestants?" she asked, kneeling before Slaver's desk, "Where are they?"

"They are elsewhere on the ship undergoing training.", he remarked as calmly as one discussing the weather.

"Training for what?" Supergirl knew what for, but wanted to get Slaver to talk more about his operations, in order to find a weakness that she could exploit.

"Slave training, of course. I thought that you knew that. They must be made into proper slaves before we reach our destination. You do not just throw an uninitiated girl into the slave market, there are many things that she must learn first. Also, many of the girls in my hold right now are custom ordered, so to speak, and their prospective masters have different, and very specific tastes which must be taken into account. That takes additional training as well. As for the ones that are just going on the general market, trained girls always bring much higher prices than do girls brought in 'off the street'. It is a time-consuming process, but there is plenty of time to see to it that the girls get the proper basic instructions on how to be good, little slave, even using our space/time warp engines."

"How many girls are there, Slaver?"

"Over 500." Supergirl gasped, stunned by the large number. Obviously, Slaver wasn't just kidnapping beauty pageant contestants. She knew that she had to devise a way to defeat Slaver's plans before they entered the Klarion system where, with its blue sun, she would be entirely powerless. That gave her about ten days to devise a way to escape, if her knowledge of distances in this sector of space were correct, before they were within the radiation influence of Klarion's blue star. She hoped that she would find a way, since there was no way for rescue from an outside source while the ship was in hyperspace.

"What about me, Slaver?" she asked, though she believed that she already knew the answer to her own question.

"You, my dear, are also going to be trained as a sex slave. By me, personally. In fact, your training has already begun," Slaver answered, looking down at Supergirl kneeling before his desk. "You are very beautiful, Supergirl," he continued. "I will enjoy binding you and bending you to my will. You will have no will of your own, save to serve and obey me. You will cry out, and beg for me to satisfy those physical urges that I will bring out of you. You will be subject to my every whim and desire. And, if you ever disobey me, even in the smallest way, you will be punished immediately until you, screaming in agony, will beg me to stop the torment. You WILL be my slave, Supergirl."

Supergirl was mortified by Slaver's words. He intended to make her his slave, his SEX slave. Not one of any of the villains she had faced in the past had ever dared to make such a ridiculous claim. But, from Slaver it brought out of her not anger at his cockiness, but fear, because she knew that he could very well do what he claimed. He had the power over her now, his strength and will was over powering to her. Supergirl knew that she could not stop Slaver from putting her through the rigors of his slave training. She only hoped that she would be able to keep her self-control, not to break and just give in to him. She knew that it would be very hard on, and for, her. She was kneeling, in bondage, before a man who had proved himself to be her physical superior, even when she had all of her powers. Now she was millions, if not billions of miles from Earth and rapidly moving further and further away with each second, with no help of any type in sight. Supergirl knew that things were only going to get worse for her.

"Now, Supergirl. As I have said, your training has already begun, so I will lay down a few ground rules before we go any further." Slaver leaned forward in his seat and fixed Supergirl with an icy stare.

"You will not speak to anyone, unless I, or Ballus, so direct you. Also, You will kneel when you are in my presence, unless you are not physically able to do so because of your training. In fact, you will kneel in the presence of any male member of my crew, unless otherwise directed by me, or Ballus. When you are commanded, directed, or required to speak, you will be polite, subservient, and will say no more than is required of you. Lastly, you will from this point on, address me as 'Master' and Ballus, or any other male crew member as 'Sir'. Now, that is not alot, Supergirl. Very simple rules. Of course, any command given to you by me, Ballus, or my crew will be obeyed instantly and to the VERY best of your ability. There is, nor will there ever be, any negotiation on these rules. It is simply obey, or be punished. I will not insult you by asking if you understand. You have no choice in this matter."

Supergirl was in mental shock while Slaver was laying out his rules and wanted badly to scream and rip him apart. But, she was powerless and bound and knew that Slaver could easily defeat her in physical combat, even if she were unrestrained. So, she decided to bid her time, to play along with Slaver's little game until she could find a way to escape.

As it stood now, Supergirl knew that her best chance was to discover where the ship's shuttle craft were kept, steal one, and fly to the nearest system with a yellow star, where her powers would return. How she would rescue the other 500 girls, she did not know, as such a large number would be impossible to rescue successfully. Supergirl did not have any idea where the auxiliary craft where kept, so she would obey Slaver's mad commands. If she could fool him into thinking that she had given in to him, he would grow careless with her, giving her a chance to carry out her plan. Also, it would be much less painful for her to remain docile and to follow his orders, no matter how much it angered her. She was not used to being vulnerable and she hated the feeling. She had to be very careful not to antagonize Slaver into punishing her. As he said, it would only get worse.

Slaver got up and walked around his desk and approached the bound super-heroine that kneeled before him. In his hand was what Supergirl recognized as a collar. A slave collar. Her slave collar. It was made of a thin and pliable metal material that was very soft and flexible, but also very unbreakable. Slaver placed the collar around Supergirl's neck where it instantly sealed, locking itself around the her throat. Supergirl had never felt so humiliated in her life, kneeling bound before her captor and collared like an animal.

"It is called an 'Obedience Collar', Supergirl. I invented it myself. You will, sooner or later, learn of it's many functions. I sincerely hope for your sake that it will be later," he said, stepping back to take in how she looked.

Slaver almost gasped. Supergirl was fantastically beautiful kneeling collared before him. It was a dream of his come true.

Supergirl, in her humiliation, lost her resolve not to antagonize Slaver. She was furious at this treatment of her. "You fucking pig!!" she spat, rising to her feet to at least kick the stuffing out of him. She may not have the strength to hurt him, but she did still have the skills taught to her by her cousin and many other martial arts masters of the galaxy. Slaver merely shook his head, and pushed a button on his wristband regretfully. Supergirl was instantly paralyzed and fell back onto the floor where she writhed in agony as wave of fire raced up and down her body from the collar. She could not escape the searing pain, her body arched and spasmed of it's own accord. She could not speak or even make a sound from her paralyzed throat, which saved her from the further humiliation of begging Slaver to end her torture. After what seemed a lifetime, but was only seconds, Slaver stopped her punishment. She laid on her bound arms and panted, trying to catch her breath.

"I did not give you leave to speak, Supergirl," Slaver said patiently. "Now, you have begun to learn what your collar can do. Hopefully, the promise of new pain will deter you from further outbursts. However, you still are to be punished for your disobedience."

Supergirl was astonished. Was he saying that that was not her punishment? That there would be more??

Slaver continued, "For speaking without permission you will receive five lashes from the Neuro-Whip. For rising to your feet without my permission you will receive five lashes, and for attempting to attack me you receive an additional ten lashes."

"The Neuro-Whip is an amazing thing", he said as he opened a drawer in his desk to retrieve the whip. "Imagine the pain that you just felt, multiplied a hundred-fold. The whip can rend cloth, but it will leave no marks on the flesh." Slaver looked down at the girl moaning at his feet. Yes, he was going to enjoy making her his slave, but he would not enjoy whipping her. However, she had to be taught a lesson, and he was going to be her teacher. She was his greatest challenge, and he knew that breaking her would not be easy. Not for him, nor for her. But then, the best things in life never were easy.

"Stand up," he commanded. Supergirl laid motionless for a second, trying to regain her breath and strength, then slowly raised herself onto her knees, than shakily onto her feet. She found it very hard to stand, to find her balance with her arms bound behind her as they were. But, she did not dare disobey him. She did not know what Slaver was capable of, but knew that any ordeal that he put her through like the last would be sheer hell.

Supergirl did nothing but stare at Slaver's desk as he slowly walked around her, examining her lean, muscular, and yet feminine body. She wondered if he would rape her at some point. She tried to keep from thinking of it as even being a remote possibility, but from the look on Slaver's face, her rape seemed almost a certainty. No one, not even the most base villain, had ever even threatened her sexually. They had only tried to kill her before. She did not know what to think about it.

However, there was no way that she would willingly submit her body for Slaver's pleasure. But, considering the collar that she now wore it really did not matter whether she had any choice in the matter or not. She just hoped that she was wrong about the rape. After all, he had not yet touched her intimately, or even stripped her of her costume, or threatened her with rape. But, she also knew that it was only a matter of time before he did.

Slaver untied Supergirl's arms that had been bound behind her back, only to retie her wrists together in front of her. He did it so fast and smoothly that she had no hint that her arms were being freed until she was bound again. The rope was neat, smooth and tight around her wrists. Supergirl glanced at them and gave a tentative tug. There was no give what so ever.

Slaver then walked to his desk and pressed a button on the console and a hook, attached to a thin but very strong cable dropped down from the ceiling over her head. Somehow it seemed to know right were to go and the hook automatically connected with the bonds holding her wrists together and snapped shut, locking itself there. Supergirl knew with dread what was coming next.

Slaver pressed another button and the hook rose, lifting Supergirl's arms above her head and continuing upwards until she rose off the floor. Slaver did not stop her upward movement until her toes were a foot off of the ground, her body stretched tautly before him. Her lean body was accented nicely in her skin tight costume, her flat muscular stomach now concave, her ribs prominent, her breasts heaving. The cable had a deliberate twist in it and the suspended Supergirl slowly revolved helplessly before Slaver. She could see Slaver watch her with interest, and shuddered when she saw him wet his lips, like a wolf would before it ate the lamb, and moved her feet around trying to find some purchase for her feet. Supergirl groaned and winced at the pain in her wrists and shoulders, which seemed much worse than it actually was because of her unfamiliarity with pain because of her former invulnerabilities.

"What...are...ohhhhhh.... you...going...to.. aaagghhhhhhh...do...to...me...?" she moaned gasped when she finally found her voice. The room spined slowly before her and she tossed her head around from side to side, looking from Slaver to her bound wrists over her head, to the whip. Her long blonde hair swung from side to side behind her as she writhed in her suspension.

"I thought that that was apparent, Supergirl. I had just said that you are to be whipped, and that is what I am going to do to you. My, you are beautiful hanging there like that. Suspension has a way of defining a woman's beauty that is unparalleled," Slaver observed, smiling.

Supergirl gave no response, but continued to struggle as she slowly twirled before him. She was going to be whipped, and she knew that it was going to be bad. The pain that she was experiencing right now was bad enough as it was. She knew that she had very little resistance to pain brought about by her loss of her super powers, and felt more than just vulnerable. She felt truly, truly helpless, totally unable to anything at all. She was a superheroine that was unable to help herself, let alone anyone else. The realization of her true plight was like a person coming out of a deep black cave after twenty years into the bright noon time sun. It was agonizing. She wondered what the whipping would be like, and knew that she really did not want to find out, but that she did not have any choice in the matter. She had defied Slaver and now she was going to pay the price. She was not sure if she was more afraid of the concept of her actually being whipped than she was of any actual harm that may occur.

There was nothing that Supergirl could do but hang there by her bound wrists, suspended helplessly before Slaver, and wait for him to begin. Her slavery now seemed all too real. Supergirl tossed her head back again and moaned in hopeless despair, waiting for the first lash to land.