Supergirl and the Imp's Masquerade - Part 1

Part 1

It was All Hallows Eve when Mr Mxyztplk found his way back to his personal pleasure park, the planet Earth. As he observed invisibly his favorite playground he saw heroes and heroines making ready for a charity costume ball and had an inspiration for impish fun. It was a simple matter to magically enhance the costumes for many the hero and heroine that he played with this time around. For each the story was worth the telling in and of itself, but for now we will have to concentrate just one.

Supergirl had been looking forward to this ball for some time now. She rarely had the time to have fun as Supergirl and as Linda Danvers it was just too hard to keep any relationships going for long. Batgirl had went shopping for costumes with her earlier that day and when she saw this one, she knew it was meant for her. A pink ballerina's costume, authentic down to the white slippers.

Linda had always been fascinated by ballet. The grace and the strength that these men and women were capable of was almost as amazing as her own powers. But ballerinas accomplished their feats with training, discipline and Earth born talent. If she could be one thing as an ordinary human, this would be it.

While making his way through all his favorite playmates, Mr Mxyztplk arrived just in time to see the Maid of Might tying her shoes tightly. Invisible and unhearable, even to a Kryptonian, Myx said to himself "You are way too much like your kill joy cousin Supes. That is the costume of a little girl, but don't worry! *I* know exactly how to spice it up." The Fifth Dimensional imp smiled with glee as he worked his magic on the costume changing it from a beautiful ballerina to an ultra slutty stripper. Her delicate slippers were replaced with 6" red stiletto pumps and her legs were encased in sheer black fishnet stocking the ran up to her cherry red garter belt. Her tutu was replaced with a matching red thong and sheer white see through tube top. Her hair was tease up an flowed wildly over her shoulders and her face was heavily painted with deep shaded eye makeup and ruby red lip gloss making her lips seem in a perpetual pout.

Not only did the Girl of Steel not notice the change, the costume began to change her perceptions as well. Now she admired strippers, whores, and porn stars more than any other women on the planet. No one else could so completely mesmerize men to their will. Look how many men sit in the exotic dancers' audiences watching them perform... waiting for the chance for a treasured lap dance. How many men spend their savings to experience the sexual expertise that only a professional prostitute can deliver? And above all, look at the billions of dollars that people spend to buy porno movies so, just for a few minutes, they can live the fantasy of being with these irresistible sirens. It was as if this was always her fascination, but now she realized as she looked in the mirror that this was something well within her grasp.

Just the month before, Supergirl had busted a particularly vile strip club in Gotham City. The place was not just a club, it was also a bordello that picked up runaway girls and made them strippers and prostitutes. The most talented girls were used in porn flicks and a few even became porn stars, if the club owner, Jake Slone, could find a film company interested in them. Of course, the place had the best lawyers in Gotham City and they got the charges dropped in less than a week. The last thing the owner said was "Don't come back babe until you are ready to put out."

Just minutes ago, that place was the vilest place on the planet to the Maid of Might and the comment was a humiliating joke at her expense. Now it was an irresistible job offer. The thought of working there became the most important thing in her life. She could mesmerize men with her dancing, and entice them with lap dances. If she were *real* good, they might even let her be one of the hookers or even *better*, work on some of the porn films. She would do *anything* if they could make her a *porn star*!

Dressed in her stripper costume, Supergirl flew to the establishment and entered through a back door. The guard there recognized her as the babe that threw him 50 feet like a rag doll and gave her plenty of room. Supergirl burst into Jake Slone's office door and smiled like the cat that ate the canary. Slone just looked the heroine over and said "Taking time off from trick or treating or have you come to work, Super Slut? I *know* after the talk my lawyers gave you last time you would not be stupid enough to mess with me again."

Supergirl gushed enthusiasm at the club owner. "Its for my job interview, silly. You still want me to work for you, don't you?" Supergirl teetered on her tip toes in excitement praying for acceptance.

Jake's jaw hung down as if he had lost muscular control. When his lit cigarette burned a hole in his pants, he snapped back to reality. After extinguishing the smoldering cloth, he addressed the heroine "Yeah, like *I* am falling for that you stupid cunt. You are just looking for dirt to use against me. What, you think i was born yesterday? Why the hell should *I* trust *you*?"

Supergirl was crushed. After a couple stuttering starts she begged him "Please Mr Slone! I will do *anything* to work for you. I just want to dance for men and feel them rub against me. It is all I ever wanted. Tell me what I can do! Please, *please* give me a chance!"

Jake's eyes narrowed as he looked the young woman over. There was no denying that she was hot. She would make a great stripper and an even better whore. He could make millions on her in porn flicks too, but this had to be some kind of trick, right? Then he thought of something that she would never do unless she was serious about working for him. "OK Supes. Here's the deal; I want you to tell me your secret identity *and* give me proof of it. Now, what you gonna do?"

Supergirl began jumping around like an over excited kid. "Oh, Oh I have just what you are looking for!" Out of her g string she produced her wallet for him. "There, I am Linda Danvers. All my information is in there." She smiled broadly for her perspective employer.

She was right. It was all there for him... her license, college ID, voter's registration, and even her social security card. Jake looked over the information in her wallet carefully. She obviously had a wig on in the pictures and had done some simple things to look different, but someone that crafted erotic fantasies on film could spot the real Supergirl in the pictures. He quickly checked the Internet to see if there were occurrences of Linda Danvers and her school with his favorite search engine and found three links to charity web pages. There was the girl in front of him, dressed as her now blown secret identity in pictures with school professors and even the dean. The pornographer and pip returned her broad smile. "I *own* your ass now 'Linda'!"

Linda clapped her hands together and excitedly exclaimed "You mean I've got the job?"

"Oh you got more than that babe." He said. "You are going to strip and whore yourself for me day and night. I can't wait to put you in my porn flicks too. You are going to make me a mint."

Supergirl was thrilled and shrieked in joy. This was the happiest moment in her life, thanks to Myx's playing, but soon another thought crossed her mind. She looked a little embarrassed when she replied. "I can't wait to get to work boss, but I *am* still a superheroine. As much as I want to work night and day for you, I still have my responsibilities."

Jake growled at her "OK, understand this little girl. This is your *job*! The other crap is just a hobby and there are plenty of heroes out there to do it *without* you. You can do that when you have spare time *if* you want to, but you work when I tell you and like it. Got it!" In her current frame of mind, Linda couldn't risk losing this job and nodded in agreement. Jake smiled again at the former heroine and continued "And from now on, you only do rescues and emergencies as a heroine. If you bust someone, you only bust the people *I* tell to, got it?"

Linda smiled and agreed with her boss. Now that she had agreed to his terms, Myx's enchanted costume made some more changes to her. It began working on her personality again, making her more like both a stripper and a whore. in an instant she was filled with bad girl attitude and habits as well as the best tricks of all her new trades.

Jake nodded and said "Ok, one more thing, I want you to do a nice strip tease for me like you are on stage." Linda gives him a sultry smile and begins her dance. Her timing is precise and her movements impeccable as she slowly takes it all off... piece by piece. The stripper's costume becomes her erotic toy to entice her new boss and she easily finds her mark with the increasingly aroused man. Just for try outs, Jake has a performers bar there in his office and Linda uses it better than any ever had before. But to be fair, she is the first performer he had that could actually fly. Still the illusion is flawlessly erotic. Before long, she is utterly naked and still gyrating and contorting erotically for him. He can't believe his luck. Not only has this hot bitch fallen into his lap, it is like she has been performing for years.

Jake is on the verge of blowing a load just watching the former heroine dance. When she is at the end of her number he claps and says "Great baby. Now put on your clothes and give me a lap dance." At super speed, Linda puts her clothes back on in perfect erotic fashion and straddles the mans lap. "Topless dances cost extra, so be sure to ask when you are working the floor. Now take off your top and give me your best lap dance. "

As Linda smiled and proceeded to give him the dance of his life, in her mind a piece of her consciousness seems to split off and look at her actions and feelings with surprise. To herself, this part of her mind looks just like the uniformed heroine. The mental image of Supergirl speaks "I... I can't believe I am doing this. I can't believe how much I seem to be enjoying this...*filthy* behavior!. What is the matter with me?"

From behind her a voice chimes in, "Not a thing babe!" She turns to face another avatar of herself. This version of Supergirl is dressed in tight revealing clothes that are easy to take off quickly for professional reasons but still show her exquisite body. Her make up is heavy and slutty. Her hair is big and teased up. She moves with a feline grace that exudes sensuality and dominance. When the slutty avatar takes a drag off her cigarette and seductively exhales, Supergirl feels herself getting wet. "That's all my doing. I'm the new you!"

Supergirl shook her head weakly and said "No! I... I'll fight you!"

The slutty version of her just smiled seductively and said "No sweetie, you won't! You want to be me and you know it, don't you" Supergirl nodded her head without even realizing it. "That's right baby, I'm you and you need to be me. Forget everything else. I am just the kind of slut you always wanted to be." Supergirl seemed mesmerized as she smiled slightly and repeated her doubles words silently. The two versions of the Girl of Steel reached out as if they were going to hug, but instead they merged into one consciousness. The heroine was utterly gone from her mind, replaced by the perfect slut for her new identity.

In the real world, Jake was breathing heavy as the young woman that only weeks ago tried to send him to prison succeeded in sending him to nirvana. When the music stopped, Jake pulled out another cigarette and offered her one. She accepted readily and did an exotic French exhale for him and smiled. She purred in his ear "Should I show you my other talents or do you need a couple minutes baby?"

Jake Slone may be a low life pip and pornographer, but he was no fool. He had seen enough stories about these costumed bitches getting mind controlled and a day or two later, mopping up the floor with the poor schmuck that took advantage of the situation. As he saw it he had days, maybe only *hours*, to make his hold over this cunt unbreakable and there was *no* time to waste. The tools he used to keep control of the runaway girls would serve him well now. While a topless Supergirl sat in his lap snuggling with him, he reached into his desk and brought out some legal papers. He then called a bouncer on the floor with his secured walkie talkies and asked him to send some specific guests into his office.

Supergirl purred in his "What's the paper work for baby?" Before he could answer, a couple bouncers and four clients came into the office. Linda looked puzzled at the new comers and asked "Who are they? Why are they here?"

"Well 'Linda', these men are going to help make you a great exotic performer and maybe even a porn star. First thing you have to do is fill out some paperwork for me. The first makes me your manager and financial advisor. The second changes your name legally to Celeste L. Body. Now I need you to fill in your name, social security number, signature, and todays date here in this form and there on that form." Supergirl hesitated for a second, but in her frame of mind she quickly agreed and filled in the paper work. "Good girl Celeste. Now Judge Parker will sign both forms and Mr Lawrence and Owens will sign as witnesses. And finally Mr Hayes here will rush the proceeding through channels and get your new identity cards through his connections in the witness protection program. By the time you finish your shift tonight, every piece of identity you have and in the world will be as Celeste L. Body, not Linda Danvers." Within five minutes all the paperwork was signed. After collecting all Celeste's old cards and the original signed documents, Mr. Hayes collected his $500 bribe and took off for his office to officially change her identity. "Well, now that Mr Hayes has been compensated, its time to compensate the good Judge and the witnesses along the lines that they prefer."

The men each put on face masks and moved over to a couch on the other side of the room. "OK Celeste, show us what you can do as a stripper and as a porn actress." Celeste gave an evil grin to the men and began to dance as she stripped for them. Jake smiled broadly too as he knew he already had captured on the hidden camera Supergirl's entire visit including her telling him her identity. This impromptu porn screen test, added with her early strip tease and lap dance would help to keep her in line as will the complete power of attorney she signed on tape. By morning not only would she have a new identity, but every family member and friend would have been identified and cataloged. If she did anything to Jake or failed to live up to her agreements, which are as close to legal slavery as possible, their information would be sent to all of her enemies along with her original identity. Of course selected portions of his tape collection would also be sent to media world wide as well. As Celeste began to give him a blow job, he looked down at the eager slut and thought 'You will never escape me now bitch.'

In the haze of lust and filled with the obsessive desire of her boss and his corrupt friends, the costume made its final changes. Celeste practically forgot about being Linda Danvers and anything about heroics. She still remembered her powers and even found ways to enhance her performances with them, but she could care less about anything that happened more than half an hour ago. That evening she wore all four men to the point of unconsciousness before she took her place on the club stage performing. They were not the last men to taste her wares that night either.

Within a day, Jake had two major adult film companies interested in Celeste and signed one year, renewable contracts for 150 film appearances each by his latest starlet. Within a week, her first projects for each company were added to dvds that were almost ready to ship and she became an over night hit. Already Jake opened up a pay web site for pictures of her working as well as live web cams. Of course, with complete power of attorney every cent she made went to him. He also had specially made tattoo equipment with Kryptonite in the needle handle brought in to add some body art to the performer. On her leg was a trail of kittie tracks up to her pussy and the caption "Wild Thang" along side it. On her right upper arm he had her likeness smiling wickedly with the caption "Celeste L Body - Born for Porn" circling it. Other tattoos of roses and birds adorned her arms, legs, and back as well as a small red heart on one breast and ruby red lips on the other. He made very sure if she ever put on a costume again, the body art would easily identify her as the porn star.

Celeste loved her new life. She worked the club floor from noon until 2 AM every day stripping, dancing, and more often than not taking guests to the 'special' back rooms for whatever sexual fantasy floated their boats. After that, she would fly to LA to work late night on the film projects to fulfill one of her contracts and then at 7 AM flew back to Gotham to film another. Fortunately for her, Kryptonians don't need sleep. Still, it was a glorious 3 weeks for Celeste before things changed.

As always, someone eventually finds Mr Mxyztplk's hand in the ensuing mischief and finds a way to trick him into saying his name backwards. Some would even argue that he eventually gets bored with the worlds his magic crafts and wants the heroes to deal with the memories as he goes back to his normal life and plots his next pleasure trip in 90 days. This time, ironically, the person that caught on to his presence had been turned evil by his magics and simply tricked him into leaving just to keep him from interfering with their plans for world domination. As usual, when Myx was forced back to his home, the effects of the costumes on the heroes and heroines personalities were reversed. However this time the effects of their acts under his influence remained as well as any talents they gained by his magic. Magic and Golden Lassoes were in high demand to right the wrongs committed over the weeks of Myx's fun.

Celeste was having a blast lap dancing for a huge longshoreman with a dick as big and long as a night stick trying to free itself from his pants. She was positive that he would go to a back room with her and she knew he would get her off several times before she worked every cent he had from him. Suddenly she felt faint as familiar thoughts crossed her mind. It all became clear to her. She was heroine. She helped women like this escape the vile traps of men like Jake Slone. How could she be a stripper... a *porn star*... for gods sake a *prostitute*. What had happened to her?

Supergirl felt weak for some reason as she started to rise off the mans lap, but he quickly pulled her back down and planted a kiss on her lips. As surprised as she was by the kiss, it was even more surprising that she could not break his grip. After a second, she realized the best way to get out of this situation was to give in for the short term. As she returned his embrace she played with his nipple through his shirt. When she got a chance she worked her way up to his ear and said "Baby, the signal that a raid is in progress is flashing now. Don't make any quick moves, but when I get up, make your way to the back door and for *God's* sake, don't say a *thing* about it to anyone, ok?" The huge man's eyes were wide as saucers and he started to speak. "Shhhhh. It will be ok. Just leave quietly and remember to ask for me next time you show up, OK?" The man calmed a little and did as she asked.

Supergirl quickly made her way to Jake's office. The whole time she felt ill. It was hard to place where the feeling was coming from, but her strength of will propelled her up the stairs and into his office.

Jake looked up at his prize employee and smiled. "Celeste baby! What brings you up here mid-shift? It isn't like you to let a guy like that longshoreman get away without a roll in the hay, let alone paying for the lap dance." Again another wave of nausea flowed through her and a slight stinging started in her extremities. "You are looking a little green around the gills sweetie. Everything OK?"

Supergirl growled "My name is *not* Celeste... ARRRR!" The stinging became a full fledged burning throughout her body. "I... I am Supergirl!" Another cry of pain escaped her lips as she dropped to her knees and her body convulsed with agony.

"Well I see that whatever screwed with your mind in the first place has wore off, but I think you are figuring out that I have no intention of letting my property walk away." Jake said as he approached her smiling. "You see, you *are* Celeste L. Body legally now and as the person with complete power of attorney over you who also knows everything about your former life, family, and friends, you will do exactly as I say."

Supergirl looked up at him and growled "Never!" Her defiance was short lived as she was wracked with even more pain leaving her convulsing on his carpet.

Jake laughed at her pain. "Ahh sweetheart, that little collar of your was designed by a buddy of mine you arrested a couple years ago. He use to work for Star Labs until you busted him for fencing hardware. His specialty was in advanced training techniques. After studying Kryptonite and using some alien metals, he made a training collar just for you. As soon as you even thing of straying from my orders, your powers are gone. If you try to escape, act against me, or continue your disobedience, the pain starts. You try to remove the collar, you go right to this level of pain. Of course the *fun* starts when you obey." He lifted her head and looked into her agonized eyes. The heroine was in so much pain she could hardly think straight. "Now, what is your *legal* name?"

Supergirl snarled out the answer almost against her will. "Celeste L. Body" Immediately the pain dropped back a level.

"Very good Celeste." Jake continued "And who do you work for?"

The pain started to mount again until she answered "You! Jake Slone... I work for you." As galling as it was, the pain receded even more.

"Excellent Celeste!" Jake then passionately kissed her and she was overwhelmed with pleasure. The contrast from agony to pleasure numbed her mind. For a minute she could do nothing but answer his questions. "And what do you do as my employee Celeste?"

Her senses started to come back into focus but not in time to stop her answer "I am your stripper, whore, and porn actress." Now the flood of pleasure enveloped her as if she were about to have the orgasm of a lifetime. The need and desire built and built as she screamed in ecstasy but never arrived.

Jake let the mechanism in the choker do its work, first drowning her in pleasure before the enormous pressure of her need for release nearly drove her insane. "Is there something you want Celeste? Something I can do for you?" The heroine nodded fervently. Supergirl hated this man, but her need far outweighed any emotion. "Well tell me Celeste. What can I do for you?"

For a moment her thoughts fought with each other, but in the end there was only madness or release. Supergirl screamed "Fuck me damn it. I need you to fuck me now!" Her face was red with humiliation, but she could not face her need anymore.

"Well, sure I can do *that*, but I don't want to have to have this conversation with you again. Now do you remember what you agreed to when I hired you?" Supergirl nodded impatiently. "Will you follow *all* the commitments you made then and since?" Again, she had no choice but to agree. "Good girl Celeste. Now you will never think of yourself as anyone other than who you are; Celeste L. Body, stripper, whore, porn star, and *my* employee, right?" She would agree to anything to get release now. "One more thing. you will obey me without question, right?" Tears flowed freely down her face as she agreed. "OK Baby, I think you have had enough." Jake pulled her thong down and she quickly sprung up to unzip his pants. As he embraced her the pressure of desire and please welled up even more, but when he entered her pussy with is throbbing erection, she got her orgasm. This orgasm was like being caught in a tidal wave of pure lust and joy. She lost any semblance of coherent thought as she rode her master's erection like a bucking bronco. She endured three more mind numbing orgasms before he got close to coming himself. Jake whispered into her ear "You love my cock in you don't you baby?"

Her mind completely snapped by the manipulation, Celeste purred back "God yessssssss! You are the greatest fuck ever Jake!"

"Ok baby, I am ready to pop." He pulled his cock out of her soaking wet pussy and unloaded on her lovely tits a huge creamy shower. Celeste squealed in joy as she rubbed in into her tits and sat up to clean his cock with her mouth. They both enjoyed a cigarette together before they put their clothes back on.

Jake could see the old Supergirl starting to wake back up in her eyes and chuckled. "So what do you think of that collar now? In a couple more weeks, you'll be so tamed you won't be able to even remember being a heroine. By the way... Ummmm" Jake snapped his finger and pointed at her as if he couldn't remember her name.

Supergirl responded with urgency "Celeste! My name is Celeste." After the last half hour, she didn't even want to think about who she use to be.

Jake smiled evilly "You sure are Celeste. Don't forget it. Now get back to the floor. You have another 6 hours on laps and dicks until you fly to LA."

Supergirl blushed as she quickly moved for the door. She now knew she wasn't getting out of here without help and with the collar reinforcing her professional behaviors, if she didn't get out of here soon, she never would.