Chapter 6: The Submission (18+)

In the dimly lit warehouse, the atmosphere was heavy with anticipation as Vartox stood before the now-free but still hypnotized Supergirl, a wicked grin spreading across his face. Nearby, a group of henchmen shifted uncomfortably, their expressions reflecting a mix of unease and curiosity.

"Remove the straps," Vartox commanded, his voice carrying a commanding tone that brooked no argument.

The henchmen hesitated, casting wary glances at one another as they weighed their options. But Mercy Graves, ever the loyal servant to Lex Luthor's cause, stepped forward with unwavering confidence.

"Go ahead," she urged, her voice calm and composed despite the unsettling turn of events. "There's nothing to fear. Supergirl is under our control."

Vartox turned his attention back to Mercy and the henchmen, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Now, remove her restraints," he commanded, his voice still carrying the weight of authority. "I want her fully unstrapped, ready to do my bidding."

With a collective sigh of relief, the henchmen moved to obey, their hands deftly undoing the straps that bound Supergirl to the chair. As the last restraint fell away, Supergirl remained motionless, her eyes glazed over as she awaited further instruction.

"Now, my dear Supergirl," Vartox purred, his voice dripping with malice, "kneel before me and beg for forgiveness. Beg for your defeat and plead for my mercy."

Supergirl complied without hesitation, sinking to her knees before Vartox with a submissive demeanor that sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine. With each word she spoke, her own persona trembled with a mixture of fear and resignation at the recesses of her mind, a stark contrast to the confident heroine she once was.

Vartox's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched Supergirl kneel before him, her head bowed in submission. "That's it, my dear Supergirl," he cooed, his tone dripping with condescension. "You understand your place now, don't you? You are nothing but a pawn in my game."

Supergirl's shoulders sagged as she nodded, her gaze fixed on the ground as she maintained her composure. "Yes, Vartox," she said, her voice monotone. "I understand."

The henchmen looked on in silent disbelief, their expressions a mixture of shock and discomfort as they witnessed the once-mighty Supergirl reduced to a mere shadow of her former self.

Supergirl complied with Vartox's command. With both of her hands, she reached out to touch Vartox's boot, her voice barely above a whisper as she begged for his forgiveness. "Please, Vartox," she pleaded, her voice thick with emotion. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to defeat you. Please, have mercy."

Vartox chuckled darkly at Supergirl's words, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he reveled in her humiliation. "Very good, Supergirl," he said, his voice dripping with mockery. "But your apologies mean nothing to me. You will pay for your arrogance, one way or another."

As Vartox watched Supergirl degrade herself before him, a surge of arousal coursed through his veins, fueling his desire for dominance and control. He reveled in the power he held over her, relishing every moment of her submission.

Vartox then said to Supergirl. " I don't find your begging satisfying. This time show some emotion as you beg."

Supergirl complied again as her voice quiver as she continued to plead with Vartox, her words a pathetic echo of her former strength. "Please, Vartox," she whimpered, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I'll do anything... anything you ask. Just... just please forgive me."

Vartox's lips curled into a smirk as he listened to Supergirl's desperate pleas, his gaze darkening with sadistic pleasure. "Oh, how the mighty have fallen," he taunted, his voice laced with cruelty. "To see you reduced to this pitiful state... it's almost amusing."

Supergirl's cheeks flushed with shame as she bowed her head lower, her entire body trembling with humiliation. "I'm... I'm nothing," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Just... just a worthless puppet... at your mercy."

Emboldened by Supergirl's compliance, Vartox's grin widened as he issued his next command. "Now, Supergirl, stand and then slowly strip down your clothes. Tease me with your body as you reveal yourself to me."

Meanwhile as Mercy Graves watched Vartox doing his depraved act, she loathed him but there was no time for sympathy or hesitation for Supergirl.

Supergirl obeyed without question, her movements slow and deliberate as she shed her costume piece by piece. With each garment that fell to the ground, she revealed more of her flawless skin, her movements a tantalizing dance of seduction.

As she unclasped the vibrant cape from around her neck, Supergirl's voice quivered with a mixture of shame and defiance as ordered by Vartox. "Do you like what you see, Vartox?" she whispered.

Vartox's grin widened at Supergirl's provocative question, his eyes raking over her exposed form with undisguised hunger. "Oh, I'm enjoying this far more than you know," he replied, his voice dripping with malicious intent.

Supergirl bit her lip as she reached for the fastenings of her form-fitting leotard. "You want me to keep going, don't you?"

Vartox nodded eagerly, his gaze fixed on Supergirl's every move. "Yes, my dear Supergirl," he replied, his tone filled with cruel satisfaction. "I want to see every inch of your body, laid bare before me."

After removing her top, Supergirl reached down to the waistband of her form-fitting shorts as she prepared to remove it. As she slid the fabric down her hips, her persona couldn't help but feel a sense of shame wash over her, knowing that she was exposing herself in such a vulnerable position at the recesses of her mind.

She finally stepped out of her shorts, leaving her standing before Vartox in nothing but her lingerie and her long, sleek boots, adorned with golden accents, reached up to her thighs, their polished surface gleaming in the dim light of the warehouse.

But Vartox chuckled darkly when Supergirl's stopped stripping and as such his eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as he ordered Supergirl. "It's too late for that, Supergirl," he said, his voice filled with malice. "You're mine now, to do with as I please. So continue."

Supergirl reached down to her long, sleek boots, adorned with golden accents, that reached up to her thighs. Her fingers removed the clasps one by one, the metallic sound echoing in the silence of the warehouse.

As she finally peeled the boots away, revealing her bare legs to Vartox's hungry gaze, Supergirl persona felt a wave of shame at the darkest corner of her mind.

Vartox's eyes gleamed with triumph as he has watched Supergirl undress, his grin widening with each piece of clothing that fell away. "That's it, my dear Supergirl," he said, his voice thick with a pervert malice. "Show me everything. Show me how truly powerless you are."

She reached for the final article of clothing, her lingerie clinging to her skin like a second skin. She then casted aside her last vestige of modesty, standing before Vartox completely exposed and vulnerable.

With a predatory gleam in his eyes, Vartox issued his final command. "Now, Supergirl, pleasure yourself for my amusement. Show me how much you crave my dominance."

Supergirl's hands trembled as she reached between her legs, her movements hesitant at first before gradually becoming more urgent. With each caress, she moaned softly, her body in the depths of her arousal despite her persona resistance at the corners of her mind.

The best way to make Vartox amused was to utterly pleasuring herself. Supergirl then pinched her nipples with both hands as she inhaled loud and deep as she continued to pleasure herself. Vartox smirked down at her when she started doing that again.

Supergirl's one hand which was pinching the nipples had reached between her legs again and buried it in her cunt. Her movements slow at first as she started to rub her cunt before gradually becoming more urgent as she started to masturbate faster to pleasure herself as Vartox demanded. With each caress she moaned softly.

Vartox watched with rapt attention, his own desire reaching a fever pitch as he witnessed Supergirl succumb. She was nothing more than a pawn in his game, a means to satisfy his darkest desires.

As Supergirl's moans grew louder, her movements becoming more frenzied with each passing moment, Vartox felt a surge of triumph wash over him. She was completely under his control, her every action dictated by his will alone.

With a triumphant smirk, Vartox watched as Supergirl reached the height of her ecstasy, her body writhing in pleasure as she surrendered completely to his dominance. She was his to command, his to dominate, and he would revel in every moment of her submission.

As the scene played out before them, the henchmen exchanged uneasy glances, their discomfort still palpable in the air. They had signed up for a life of crime, but nothing could have prepared them for the depravity they were witnessing now.