by LesLes - 6/17/2012 10:41 AM
Been giving some more thought about how to corrupt Power Girl's costume. Would love your thoughts and feedback on these ideas.
The original Power Girl costume, as described by clifford.cao, is:
Finally, Power Girl's white leotard encased her nude form, complete with the classic "boob window". A red belt appeared around her shapely hips, followed by blue boots and gloves. A red cape appeared around her shoulders, held in place by a gold cord running
across the base of her neck.
which is an economical and spot-on description. Though personally I'd add that for my favourite version of Power Girl her boots and gloves are turned-down to produce a kind of collar effect at the tops. For the boots that makes them bucanneer boots, no idea
about the gloves. I've also no idea how you'd describe that as briefly as clifford.cao has managed for the rest. Maybe he'll take up the challenge? ;)
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So, starting from this base costume, how can we turn the sexy Power Girl into the even sexier sex-crazed sex-slave Power Slut? It's not easy because her costume is already so simple. Let's start with the most obvious change though...
Power Girl - Harley's Henchwoman
Power Girl spun in the air under Harley Quinn's delighted gaze, as the jester giggled and clapped her hands. Zee-Zee's spell had changed her boots and gloves black, with red diamonds randomly decorating them. In homage to her Mistress's perfect style her
leotard was now quartered in black-and-red. Her boob-window was bigger, giving an even more generous view of the huge hooters that created the deep canyon of her cleavage. Her leotard's high-collar was gone, leaving space for the new slave collar that would
mark her forever as Harley's eager property.
This PeeGee is clearly mind-controlled by Harley, no-one's going to doubt that. But her costume isn't any sluttier than before. She's still Power Girl, not Power Slut.
Even with the limitation of trying to basically retain her old costume, We can make a few small improvements of course. For one,
Power Girl still wore a leotard but already cut high above her powerful legs it had become even more sheer, from the front descending from her hips like a narrow arrowhead and from behind an even shorter triangle that left her ass all but exposed.
and we can play a little with her boob-window
At the centre of black and red quarters of her leoatard was her boob window. No longer an oval it was the diamond that Harley favoured, starting at her collar-bone and ending above her naval and showing the whole of the valley sealed by the way her elasticated
costume mashed her mammoth mammaries together.
Power Girl trembled as Harley licked her way from the bottom of her tits to the top and then slowly kissed her way up to ruby red-lipsticked lips.
But basically she's still a PG Pee-Gee! Not so satisfying.
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I'm now going to have another go at describing the costume I've already posted. Maybe it'll be clearer, maybe not. It's definitely a more extreme change though.
Power Slut - Big Hearted
Power Girl couldn't help herself. The eyes in the mirror beamed with love, just like moments before they had beamed crimson heat. They were the eyes of a woman who loved to fuck and be fucked, a lesbian who would open her heart and her legs to any woman
who wanted to finger her slit, or would attempt to love and seduce any woman that didn't. The woman in the mirror was easy, a nymphomaniac slut.
Power Girl couldn't help herself, the reflection was fingering herself and only getting more aroused by the other women, mistress and submissive lesbian sluts, who were watching her masturbate. All those women, getting horny watching an exhibitionist slut,
watching as black boots decorated with red hearts left the ground in ecstacy. Their Watching eyes making the superheroine hornier as matching elbow-length gloves grew wet with the her slut slit juices.
Harley Quinn stood by the mirror critically admiring the changes she had made. Knowing that she had corrupted the Kryptonian heart and soul, and expressing it in her outfit, made her even wetter than watching her pet pant and moan in arousal.
Power Girl's red belt was all that was left unchanged of her old costume, anchoring the changes in more ways that one. Pulled extremely tight it sat above Power Girl's shapely hips at the narrowest point of her waist and pinned her new costume in place.
It held up the heart-shaped thong that Karen's fingers had pushed beneath to find her dripping snatch. At the back a thin band of red hearts, overlaid on black, headed straightdown to hide in her asschecks. At the front the band emerged below the red heart
with black lace trim and then separated into two to leap up to her red belt once more.
This split continued above the belt, Power Girl's belly flexing as the fingers pistoning in and out of her cunt brought her closer to orgasm. Almost invisible horizontal strips held the costume together, running across her flanks to join with the two strips
of red hearts that plunged down her back to connect with her belt. The wider strips at the front were simply patterned red and black and headed at a slant over her big jiggling boobs, covering her hard nipples but leaving half the dusky circles of her aureoles
exposed, and revealing the side of her melons. At the front Power Girl still retained most of her leotard above her tits, though the shape of the boob window had changed there from the top of an oval to two ovals that shadowed the shape of her breasts.
Harley nodded to herself and took a step forward.
"You love me, don't you, Power Slut?"
"Oh, uh, yesssss, love you."
Harley placed an index finger above each of Power Girl's exquisite tits, at the junction between fabric and flesh.
"Right from your Power Tit..." Harley spoke slowly as her fingers moved in opposite directions to trace the outline of the improved boob window. Drawing apart and then as stroked over breasts beginning to draw together.
Power Girl's fingers picked up pace, moving faster than human as Harley's fingers continued down her costume, still following the border between sensitive skin and edge of cloth. Fingers passing over her belt and drawing together as they moved down to the
point where the bands would meet.
"... To the depths of your Power Slit."
Harley's fingers had finished tracing the elongated heart-shape that now formed the entire front of Power Girl's costume. One hand pulled the meta-human's hand away, the other took it's place and viciously slammed four-fingers into invulnerable eager cunt.
"LOVE," Power Girl screamed as a tremendous earthquake of an orgasm shook her body. "Love," she gasped as the trailing aftershocks of lesser orgasms set her trembling, her titties bouncing wildly.
"Slut," Harley Quinn told her in satisfaction.
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It also occurs to me that you can make an even more extreme makeover, removing far more of Power Girl's leotard and yet in someways perhaps remaining truer to her original costume.
Power Girl - Inversion
Power Girl stared at herself in the mirror. She could hear her lover, her enslaver, her mistress, storming through the costume room, opening cupboards and tossing through the contents of chests. She longed to watch the mad clown's progress, to help her in
her search and demonstrate the love that overwhelmed her, but Harley had forbidden it. It was going, she had declared, to be a surprise.
Instead Power Girl admired what Harley Quinn had made of her. Her costume has been transformed and soon she would be collared to truly become Harley's lesbian love-slave. Her heart threatened to burst with love, even as her cunt gushed with the same passion.
Power Girl's gloves and boots had been replaced with copies similar in style to those of her old costume, but much tighter. Their purpose was no longer comfort but to display her for the pleasure and arousal of others. Blatantly so, since they were made
of translucent PVC. Her right glove was tinted red, the other black, the pattern reversed for her fetish boots.
Power Girl's leotard was gone entirely, except for her red belt which hung at a jaunty slant from her hips. Her wet hot slut pussy was covered by a tiny red heart-shaped thong, fringed with black lace. The band that held it in place was made of even smaller
alternating black and red lace hearts, and at the rear from another red heart an almost invisible string descended between her ass cheeks.
But what Power Girl's eyes were always drawn back to was the replacement for her iconic boob window. Now her whole body above her belt was bare except for an oval of black-and-red diamond patterned cloth that stretched between her nipples. At the centre
of the tight-stretched oval was another big red heart.
The barely covering oval was held in place at her nipples by twin steel clamps that pressed her like a lover's lips. Her Kryptonian nubs could be squeezed wonderfully by such devices but were impervious to pain. What made her pussy throb with pleasure though
was their decoration. Each nipple clamp had the stylised appearance of the Maid of Mischief, the Cupid of Crime, Harley Quinn. No-one could see her mostly exposed tits and not know that she was the rightful propety of her mistress.
"Hubba hubba, look at those bazookas!"
Harley was behind her, apparently having found what she was looking for. Power Girl's super-hearing meant she was fully aware of the sneaking jester's movements, but she would do nothing to run the surprise of the love of her life.
Harley grabbed Power Girl's tits, the red-and-black oval stretching or crumpling as her sensitive boobs were mashed and mauled and groped.
"Oh, Mistress, my love, use me."
Even as Power Girl pleaded for more, Harley stopped. Power Girl sought the madwoman's eyes in the mirror, suddenly afraid she had done something wrong. That she had not expressed her love well-enough or submissively enough.
But Harley's face had an expectant grin on it, one of triumph and mischief. Power Girl's heart melted even as her pussy dampened.
"Mister J never explained how he gotat holda these. Maybe Luthor? But he was pretty angry with the size of 'em. Me, I say it's not the size but what ya do with 'em!"
Harley pulled a small jewel case out from the cleavage of her own partially undone outfit. Karen tried to peek inside but it was shielded, maybe lined with lead.
"Naughty slut, no peeking," Harley declared with a hollering laugh and slapped Power Girl's ass. There was no pain, Harley hadn't the strength to hurt her, only pleasure at being treated like Harley's pet.
Harley reached a hand to the front of Power Girl's costume and squeezed the sides of her jester-decorated nipple clamps. To Karen's surprise the mouth of the grinning stylised Harley dropped open revealing the tips of the hard nipples beneath.
Power Girl couldn't resist admiring herself in the mirror. Not just Harley's lover, but her erotic fucktoy. The realisation was pulsing through her pussy. Distracted she failed to notice Harley opening the jewel case.
Harley pushed two tiny glowing green gems into the jester mouths of the nipple clamps and then slammed the grinning mouths shut. Power Girl collapsed to her knees, the pain was indescribable as the steel jaws crushed her nipples. The pleasure was greater
as orgasm after orgasm punched through her.
"Let's see if ya still got all your powers, Power Slut. I want your tongue in my slit yesterday."
Shaking in pleasure and pain, shocked at Harley's ability to make her feel loved in new and impossible ways, Karen barely heard. But Harley was her Mistress, her love, her life. With super-speed she spun the madwoman round and with super-strength tore away
the harlequin costume's crotch to expose the leaking pussy beneath. Such tiny fragments of Earth-2 kryptonite could only affect a tiny portion of her body.
Power Girl looked at herself in the mirror as she swopped tongue for fingers, and understood. Her costume was an inversion, an improvement. What Harley had done to her was the same. Taken an independent woman filled with doubts, unsure of who loved her and
tormented by her sexuality, and turned her into a slave filled with certainty who knew love with certainty and would help fuck the superheroines of the world into her mistress's lovers. Soon she would help her Mistress turn every woman she had ever wanted
into lesbian sluts.
An inversion, an improvement.
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And I've run out of time today to describe what I think might a solution mid-way between too little and too much. Love some feedback.