CH 32: Bullying Power Girl (R-18)
It was well past midnight when Lex finally settled into the vast expanse of his bed, the silk sheets cool against his skin. Sharon and Donna were away, leaving the penthouse uncharacteristically quiet. He'd been drifting toward sleep when the sound reached him—a soft, almost hesitant knock against his bedroom door.
His senses, enhanced beyond human limitation, immediately identified the source. Kara. And from the cadence of her breathing, the thunderous beat of her heart, she was already aroused.
"Come," he called out, his voice carrying that casual authority that made women instinctively obey.
The door eased open, and Lex felt his breath catch—though he concealed it behind a lazy, knowing smile. Kara stood silhouetted in the doorway, backlit by the dim hallway lights, and she was wearing nothing but a scrap of dark lace that could barely be called panties.
She was magnificent. Power Girl's physique was the stuff of literal legend—an Amazonian build that defied conventional beauty standards. Her breasts were enormous, heavy and perfectly shaped, the kind that would make mortal women weep with envy, nipples already hardened into tight peaks from arousal and the slight chill of the air-conditioned hallway. But unlike the soft plushness of Sharon or the warrior leanness of Donna, Kara carried power in every curve. Her thighs were thick, muscular from flight and combat, yet soft enough to promise devastating comfort. Her abdomen showed the subtle definition of light abs, the ghost of muscle beneath silky skin that spoke of superhuman strength barely contained. Her ass was an absolute monument—round, firm, and demanding worship.
Most striking was her face. Usually so confident, so arrogant in her power, now she looked desperate. Her eyes were wide, pupils blown, lips slightly parted as she panted shallowly. She was shameless in her need, and she hadn't even crossed the threshold yet.
"Well," Lex purred, propping himself up on one elbow, the sheet falling to expose his chest—perfectly sculpted, thanks to his shapeshifting abilities, every muscle defined yet aesthetic, skin that seemed to glow with health. "Look who finally decided to stop watching and start participating."
Kara stepped inside, closing the door behind her with a soft click that sounded like surrender. "You know," she started, her voice husky, struggling to maintain her usual bravado. "You know that I watch. Every day. Through the walls."
"Every day," Lex confirmed, his smile widening. He let his own vision shift, seeing through her residual heat signature, noting the flush spreading across her chest, the way her hands trembled at her sides. "Just like you, I can see through walls, Kara. I've watched you watching us. I've seen you with your hand between your legs, fingering yourself while Sharon screams my name. I've seen you come untouched just from watching me break Donna over and over."
Kara whimpered. Actually whimpered. The sound was obscene coming from a woman who could punch through battleships.
"Sharon and Donna," she managed, taking another step closer, then another, until she stood at the edge of his bed, looming yet somehow submissive. "I asked them. They said... they said they don't mind me. That I should... that I should come to you."
"How considerate of them," Lex said, his tone dripping with amusement. He reached out, letting his fingers brush against her hip, and watched her shudder at the contact. "But here's the thing, Kara. You come into my room wearing practically nothing, tits out, pussy already wet—" he let his enhanced senses confirm what he already knew, "—and yet you're still hesitating. Still acting like you have any shame left."
He sat up fully, the sheet pooling at his waist, and Kara's eyes dropped immediately to the substantial outline of his cock beneath the silk. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
"The Kara I know," Lex continued, his voice dropping to that dangerous register that made knees weak, "takes what she wants. She's arrogant. Demanding. Powerful. But look at you now." He reached up, tracing a finger along the underside of her breast, feeling her gasp. "You're practically shaking. Tell me, Kara, how many times did you come this week watching me fuck your friends? How many times did you imagine it was you instead?"
"Every time," Kara breathed, the admission torn from her throat. She was leaning into his touch now, desperate for more contact. "Every single time. I couldn't... I can't stop watching. It's pathetic, isn't it? A heroine like me, reduced to a peeping Tom, fingering herself like a desperate teenager while you destroy them in the next room."
"Pathetic," Lex agreed, and he watched her shiver at the word, her arousal spiking. "Absolutely pathetic. But you love that, don't you? You love how depraved you are. How desperate."
"Yes," she moaned, finally climbing onto the bed, straddling his lap without being asked. The heat of her radiated through the thin silk, and Lex could feel how soaked she was, how her body practically wept for him. "I love it. I love watching you break them. I love seeing Sharon's eyes roll back when you find that spot inside her. I love hearing Donna beg. And I hate that I'm not the one begging yet. That I'm not the one being broken."
"Then beg," Lex commanded softly, his hands moving to grip her waist, his thumbs pressing into the subtle definition of her abdominal muscles. "Beg me to break you, Kara. Beg me to give you what you've been touching yourself to every night."
Kara's hands flew to his shoulders, her grip bruising even through his enhanced durability. "Please," she whispered, and then louder, "Please, Lex. Fuck me. Use me. I've been watching for weeks, I've seen what you can do, how you know exactly where to touch, exactly how hard, exactly when to stop and when to keep going. I want that. I need that. Please, make me scream like you make them scream."
Lex's smile turned feral. He shifted his hands, letting his shapeshifting ability alter his fingertips subtly—elongating them slightly, making them more sensitive, adding ridges that would find nerves no human hand could reach. He dragged them down her sides, watching her arch, then cupped her magnificent breasts, lifting their weight.
"These," he said, his voice thick with appreciation, "have been teasing me through walls for weeks. Every time you fly past, every time you stretch, every time you watched us with your hand down your pants, I could see these perfect tits heaving." He rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, applying precisely calculated pressure, watching her mouth fall open in a silent scream. "I think we should put them to work, don't you?"
Kara nodded frantically, already sliding down his body, dragging her soaked panties against his thigh, leaving a trail of her arousal. "Tell me," she demanded, though her voice cracked with submission. "Tell me what to do."
"Take the sheet off," Lex ordered, leaning back against the headboard, folding his arms behind his head in a pose of absolute confidence. "Then take those panties off—slowly. I want to see what you've been rubbing while you watched me fuck Sharon until she couldn't walk."
Kara obeyed with an alacrity that would have been comical if it weren't so arousing. She ripped the sheet away, revealing Lex's cock—perfectly shaped, thick and long and already hard, the result of his shapeshifting ensuring he was exactly what every woman needed. Then she hooked her thumbs in her panties, rolling them down her thick thighs with a roll of her hips that was pure invitation.
When she was naked, she paused, letting him look. Letting him see the power in her body, the strength in her muscles, and the absolute submission in her eyes.
"On your knees," Lex said, gesturing to the space between his legs. "But first, come here."
He reached out, snagging her wrist, and pulled her forward. She stumbled, catching herself with her hands on either side of his head, her breasts hanging like ripe fruit just above his face. Lex didn't hesitate. He surged up, capturing one nipple in his mouth, and activated his abilities.
His tongue split.
Kara shrieked as she felt not one but two tongues begin to work her sensitive flesh—one flicking rapid-fire against her nipple while the other traced circles around the areola, both moving independently, both finding exactly the right pressure, the right speed, the right pattern. Lex's supernatural knowledge of pleasure mapped her nerves in real-time, and he exploited every single one.
"Oh god, oh fuck, how are you—" Kara babbled, her hips bucking involuntarily, grinding against his stomach.
Lex released her breast with a wet pop, looking up at her flushed, desperate face. "You like watching?" he asked, his voice mocking. "How about being watched, Kara? How do you like knowing I can see every reaction, every shiver, every time your pussy clenches around nothing?"
"I love it," she gasped. "I love watching and being watched. I love being seen. Please, Lex, I need—"
"I know what you need," he interrupted, his tone brooking no argument. He shifted his grip, flipping her effortlessly—showing her that despite her strength, his control was absolute. She landed on her back among the pillows, legs falling open in obscene invitation. Lex moved between them, but instead of taking her immediately, he positioned himself above her chest.
"You're going to give me that titjob you've been fantasizing about," he told her, his voice calm despite the raging hardness of his cock. "And you're going to suck the head while you do it. Can you manage that, or are you too overwhelmed already, you desperate voyeur?"
"I can do it," Kara promised, her eyes locked on his cock with the intensity of a starving woman. "I can take it. I'm not some weak little—"
"Weak?" Lex laughed, the sound dark and dangerous. He reached down, guiding her hands to her own breasts, pressing them together around his shaft. "You're the strongest woman I've ever met, Kara. But right now? Right now you're weak for this. Weak for me. Look at you, spreading yourself for a man you watched fucking other women. You couldn't even wait until Sharon and Donna were back to try to get a piece. Had to sneak in like a thief, stealing scraps."
Kara moaned, the degradation hitting her exactly where she needed it. She pressed her breasts together, creating a tight, hot valley of flesh, and Lex began to thrust. The sensation was incredible—soft yet firm, the weight of her superhuman flesh different from mortal women, more resilient, more responsive. And true to his command, Kara craned her neck forward, her tongue darting out to catch the tip of his cock with every upward stroke.
"That's it," Lex praised, his hips setting a steady rhythm. "Look at you, so eager to be useful. Is this what you imagined when you were rubbing your clit, Kara? Did you imagine me fucking these huge tits while you begged for it?"
"Yes," she managed around the head of his cock, her lips stretched wide. "Every night. Every fucking night."
Lex increased his pace, his supernatural stamina meaning he could keep this up for hours, could find the perfect angle to maximize sensation without ever tiring. He watched Kara's face, watched her eyes roll back in pleasure from the simple act of service, from being used exactly how she'd craved.
After several minutes of this—drawing it out, making her wait—Lex pulled back. Kara made a sound of protest, reaching for him, but he caught her wrists.
"Turn over," he commanded. "On your hands and knees. Show me that ass you've been teasing me with. The one you shake every time you fly past my window, hoping I'll notice."
Kara scrambled to obey, flipping onto her stomach and then pushing up onto her hands and knees. The position displayed her perfectly—thick thighs spread, the muscular definition of her back leading down to the absolute masterpiece of her ass, round and firm and begging to be claimed. Between her legs, she was dripping, her arousal coating her inner thighs.
Lex moved behind her, running his hands over the muscles of her back, her sides, her hips. He gripped her waist, his fingers pressing into the flesh, and then—using his telekinesis—he reached out with invisible hands and gripped her throat.
Kara gasped, her eyes widening as she felt the pressure, the restraint. Lex didn't choke her—he was too precise for that—but he held her firmly, controlling her, keeping her in place while his other hand guided his cock to her entrance.
"Tell me again," Lex demanded, his voice rough with his own arousal now, the dominant energy fully unleashed. "Tell me what you are."
"I'm a pervert," Kara gasped, pushing back against him, trying to impale herself. "I'm a voyeur. I watched you fuck them and I touched myself like a dirty little slut. Please, Lex, please fuck me, I've been so good watching, I've been so patient—"
Lex slammed into her.
Kara screamed, the sound raw and broken, as he filled her completely. His shapeshifting allowed him to adjust his size in real-time, finding exactly the dimensions that would stretch her perfectly, hit every sensitive spot, rub against her g-spot with every movement. Combined with his telekinetic grip on her throat—controlling her, dominating her completely—the sensation was overwhelming.
"Good?" Lex asked, his hips already snapping against hers, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the room. "You've been good? Good girls don't sneak around watching their housemates fuck. Good girls don't come begging with their pussies dripping. You're not good, Kara. You're filthy. You're mine to use."
"Yours," Kara agreed, her voice barely audible around the telekinetic grip, her body pushing back to meet every thrust. "I'm yours. Use me, Lex, please, I've wanted this for so long, watched you for so long—"
Lex increased his pace, his supernatural stamina allowing him to maintain a brutal rhythm that would have exhausted any mortal man. He reached down with his free hand—maintaining the telekinetic hold on her throat—and began to play with her clit, his fingers moving with impossible precision, circling exactly the right spot with exactly the right pressure.
Kara came immediately, her body convulsing, her powerful muscles clamping down on him like a vice. Lex didn't stop—couldn't stop, wouldn't stop. He kept fucking her through the orgasm, his fingers never stopping their assault on her clit, his cock hitting her g-spot with every thrust, forcing her to ride the wave of pleasure until she was sobbing into the pillows.
"One," Lex counted, his voice cold and controlled despite the fire in his veins. "How many did Sharon take last week? Three? Four? Let's see if Power Girl can beat our Captain."
He shifted his angle slightly, and Kara wailed as he found a new spot, some cluster of nerves that had her seeing stars. Lex used his telekinesis then in a new way—reaching out with invisible fingers to pinch her nipples, to spank her ass, to stimulate every erogenous zone simultaneously while his physical body maintained the relentless rhythm of his hips.
"Please," Kara was babbling now, incoherent with pleasure. "Please, Lex, I can't, it's too much, I—"
"You can," he told her, his voice absolute. "You will. You wanted this. You wanted to be broken. So let's break you."
He felt her second orgasm building, her body tensing, and he deliberately slowed down, denying her the rhythm she needed, making her whine and push back desperately.
"Lex, please, I need—"
"You need to admit what you are," he said, his hand leaving her clit to grip her hip, pulling her back onto him hard. "Say it. Tell me what kind of woman watches her friends get fucked every night and then begs for the same treatment."
"A slut," Kara cried out. "I'm a slut, I'm a desperate voyeur slut who needs your cock, please, Lex, please give it to me, I'll do anything, just let me come—"
Lex rewarded her with a burst of speed, his hips becoming a blur, his cock hitting exactly the right spot with supernatural precision. Kara came screaming, her voice breaking, her body shaking so hard the bedframe groaned.
But Lex wasn't done.
He pulled out, ignoring her whimper of loss, and flipped her onto her back. Kara looked up at him with glazed, worshipful eyes, her body limp with pleasure but still eager, still wanting more.
"One more," Lex said, climbing up her body, straddling her chest again. "Open your mouth."
Kara obeyed instantly, her lips falling open, her eyes locked on his. Lex gripped her hair—using his physical hands this time, wanting to feel her, wanting the intimacy of touch—and guided his cock, soaked with her arousal, to her lips.
"Look at you," he said, his voice soft now, almost tender in its cruelty. "Look at how far you've fallen. Power Girl, reduced to a fucktoy. And you love it, don't you? You love that I know. That I watched you watching us, and now I'm using you exactly how you wanted."
Kara moaned around him as he pushed into her mouth, her tongue immediately working him, her hands coming up to grip his thighs. Lex didn't go slow—he'd been patient, he'd drawn it out, but now he was going to take what he wanted.
He began to thrust into her throat, his supernatural control allowing him to find the perfect depth, the perfect angle to avoid triggering her gag reflex while maximizing sensation for both of them. Kara took it beautifully, her eyes watering, her throat working around him, the muscles contracting in ways that made Lex groan despite his perfect control.
"That's it," he praised, his hips snapping faster. "Take it. Take it like the desperate little voyeur you are. This is what you wanted, isn't it? To be used. To be filled. To finally be part of the show instead of just watching."
Kara couldn't speak—couldn't do anything but take him, her hands gripping his ass now, pulling him deeper, encouraging him. She wanted this, wanted him to lose control, wanted to feel him come down her throat after denying herself for weeks.
Lex felt his own climax building, his supernatural stamina finally reaching its limit—not from fatigue, but from the sheer eroticism of the moment, the perfect submission of this powerful woman, the way she craved his domination.
He thrust deep, burying himself to the root, and came with a groan that seemed to shake the room. Kara swallowed eagerly, her throat working, her eyes rolling back in pleasure at the sensation, at the taste, at the final act of submission.
Lex held himself there for a long moment, his cock pulsing, his telekinesis still caressing her body, keeping her on the edge of another orgasm without letting her fall over. Then, slowly, he withdrew, his cock sliding free of her well-used mouth, glistening in the dim light.
Kara lay there, panting, her body covered in sweat and marks, her eyes glassy with satisfaction. She looked utterly wrecked, completely undone.
Lex settled beside her, pulling her against his chest, his hand tracing patterns on her skin—soothing now, after the storm.
"Still think watching is better than participating?" he asked, his voice warm with amusement.
Kara laughed, the sound breathless and broken. "I think... I think I'm going to need to do a lot more research. For comparison."
"Greedy," Lex accused, but he was smiling. "Get some sleep. When Sharon and Donna get back , we're going to have a long talk about house rules. And privacy. Or the lack thereof."
Kara snuggled closer, her hand finding his chest, tracing the perfect muscles there. "Can I watch again sometime? While you fuck them? Can I... can I join?"
"We'll see," Lex said, his voice dropping to that dominant register that made her shiver. "If you're very good. If you learn your place."
"I will," Kara promised, her voice already drifting toward sleep, exhaustion finally claiming her. "I promise, Lex. I'll be good."
“Damn! You guys really went at it huh… I almost thought it wasn't my own planning.” Suddenly a voice came as Donna and Sharon came out of the closet.
Both of them were naked and an absolute mess, their pussies still dripping wet.
“Exactly. Now I understand the appeal of watching.” Sharon shook her head in amusement before glancing toward Kara. “You definitely have my support on that one.”
“Of course it was good, but damn, you guys don't know half of it.” Kara rubbed the back of her neck, sounding almost embarrassed by the admission. “I almost started loving it halfway through and forgot I was even role-playing.”
“Hey, you were definitely enjoying it from the beginning,” Lex pointed out immediately. “I could tell.”
“Of fucking course I was enjoying it.” Kara shot him a look before quickly averting her eyes. “I just didn't think I'd actually be into the whole slut-shaming part.”
“No way. The dirty talking was the fun part of it.” Donna laughed before leaning against Sharon's shoulder. “Though yeah, Lex was definitely talking like one of those YA protagonists Sharon reads.”
“Hey...” Sharon pouted. “I used to read those. Not anymore.”
The completely unconvincing defense immediately earned several skeptical looks.
“Really?” Lex asked innocently. “Because I may or may not have borrowed one of your books for today's preparation.”
Sharon's eyes widened.
“You actually did that?”
“Research is important.”
“Then if you were going to do that,” Sharon replied with exaggerated offense, “I'd have preferred being the one involved.”
“Oh, now you want it?” Kara threw her hands into the air. “Then why did I have to get bullied into having my first time with him through a role-play scenario?”
“Hey, that part was entirely Donna's idea,” Sharon immediately defended herself.
“Yeah, but you were the one who actually organized it,” Donna added helpfully.
Sharon opened her mouth, paused for a moment, then sighed.
“Fair.” Sharon said as she walked forward, the night was still young and a foursome was on the way… or a threesome as Kara was already out.