Agonisingly slowly, Supergirl swam through the black depths before managing to finally poke her head up into the murky realm of concsciousness.
"Urgh, Wha-what hit me?" The severely daunted damsel struggled to grasp her current reality.
"You did, my dear, and rather spectacularly so" smirked the Governor.
Suddenly, her situation came back to her - she'd been offered a one-off chance to free herself and had managed to instead send herself to la-la land. What was wrong with her? The accursed collar was gone - why were her powers not returning to her? Clearly at least her agility and invulnerability were but a fond memory. But she had to act - -if those guards returned and got the collar on her, then she was finished.
"I hate to interrupt our reverie, but you never told me your decision" her latest tormentor snickered at her. "I'm waiting. If you were trying to get on your knees to suck my cock, that's fine, but you'll have to move over a bit. I have some standards. I may be prepared to let a dirty skank like you suck me off, but not while you're in a pool of your own piss. Come on Slut, get it together."
What! This couldn't be. She felt the stickiness between her thighs and under her prone form, and she knew however ridiculous it was, there was only one source. She clearly was still a long way from herself, but she had to sort this impudent whelp out before who knew what else may happen to her.
"I am NOT what you call a slut", gingerly hauling herself to her feet and needing the support of the desk to do so. "I am Kara Zor-El, known to you puny humans as 'Supergirl', and I am an invincible warrior and I demand you show me the proper respect. I suggest you hand me the key now if you don't want to get hurt"
The Warden smiled to himself. A canteloupe-titted barbie doll with her hair in pigtails, wearing a costume designed solely to humiliate her further, drenched in her own piss and clearly struggling to stand was not his idea of a threat he had to take seriously.
"Really Barbie?" He said, easily strolling around his desk to face her. "You don't look that invincible to be honest. Tell you, what, how about I give you a little hand, it looks like you need it. I'm going to give you a free shot, see how you do. Ok Slutty, let's see if you can plant one on my chin"
And he stood there, poked his head forward, and smiled.
Supergirl was a cross between confused and further humiliated - never before had an opponent treated her with such contempt. But this was her chance for freedom! She must forget her uncertainties and earn her freedom. As a girl in Argo City she had enjoyed their equivalent of ballet, and knew that even if she was not up to full strength, a solid high kick to the head would give her ample time to make her departure. And she made her move.
Once again, things didn't quite go as she expected. As she moved her weight onto her left leg, leaned her torso back and threw her right leg upward in long-practised precision, instead she felt herself toppling backward as she was completely unable to support the weight of her ridiculous bosom. Her right foot found empty air only around knee-height as she landed painfully on her well-punished behind.
"Now, come on Slutty, this just won't do," he sniggered. "Twice you've tried to kick me, twice you've ended up on your ass. I'd maybe try a bit of boxing if I were you"
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