Supersluts.

Lena Luthor takes her revenge on Supergirl once and for all, by making her completely identical to her clone: Power Girl!

(Contains characters being mindwiped completely, is that snuff? They are technically braindead until new minds are uploaded? Eh, who cares?)

-o-o-o-

“I really don’t like this plan.” Kara Danvers scowled, folding her arms over her chest and shifting her weight uncomfortably.

Alex pursed her lips and nodded. “This does seem… are we sure there’s no other way?”

Dinah Lance sighed impatiently, leaning against the wall of the small medical room the trio had hidden themselves away inside. The Black Canary had been running the Justice League for almost two years now, ever since Superman had vanished off into deep space and Wonder Woman had been injured battling Ares. She had been a good leader too, both the team and the world seemed to be prospering and dealing with the usual threats to the planet much better than before. She was even friendly enough with Kara that the Girl of Steel had confided her secret identity with her fellow hero and introduced her to the DEO.

Which was why what she was asking Kara to do now was so hard to swallow.

“I can’t think of anything else, can you?” she said simply, planting her hands on her hips.

Kara and Alex’s silence was mutinous, but neither of them had any alternatives to offer.

“Good.” Canary sighed. “Now, here’s the plan. Power Girl was supposed to meet up with a contact here in National City tonight. She would have pretended to have gone rogue and offer up League secrets in exchange for protection from the rest of the team. Karen got herself injured fighting Parasite and she’s in no fit state to make the deal, so we need you to go in her place.”

“Why not J’onn?” Alex offered hopefully. “Or another shapeshifter?”

“The contact has ties to LexCorp, and if Luthor is involved he’ll have DNA scanners ready for any shapeshifters. Not to mention countermeasures against magic or telepathy.” Canary shook her head. “It has to be Kara.”

Kara winced, tugging at the sleeve of her suit nervously. It made sense, she just wished there was any alternative plan. But no, as a clone of Kara, Power Girl shared all her DNA, her brain patterns and was a perfect physical match.

Except for one thing.

Or rather, two things.

Supergirl and Power Girl might have been almost identical, but no one on the planet could fail to notice that Power Girl’s tits were almost the same size of her head, fat and round and shamelessly plastic.

“So… I go in Karen’s place.” Kara said slowly. “Looking like her.”

“Exactly, you run the mission, get the information and come back.”

“And then I go back to normal?” Kara frowned. “You can remove the implants?”

Alex pursed her lips. “Giving you the implants shouldn’t be a problem, with the DEO’s tech we can have them put in and fully heal you back up in an hour. Taking them out is a little more complicated, you’ll be out of commission for a week at least.”

“But then I’ll be back to normal? And no one will be able to tell?”

“Yes.” Alex nodded, failing to hide the uncomfortable flush that came to her cheeks at the prospect of giving her sister a tit-job.

“There’s no other way.” Dinah smiled soothingly. “We’re counting on you.”

Kara pouted and glanced down at her chest.

“Alright then… I suppose I don’t have a choice.”

-o-o-o-

And so, several hours later, Kara Danvers, Supergirl, The Girl of Steel, walked into a seedy little motel with two footballs bolted onto her chest.

Her tits had always been quite big, two lovely natural swells of flesh about the size of her own fists. Truth be told, she’d sometimes wished they were a little smaller, until she’d become Supergirl her life had been lived hiding herself, any attention had been uncomfortable, dangerous. Naturally, having bigger tits than all the other girls her age had made her life considerably more difficult.

Now she couldn’t even see her feet.

Each breast was the size of her head now, round and smooth and heavy. It didn’t help that Alex had botched her first job as well. Whilst Kara’s left nipple was at least somewhere near where it was supposed to be, albeit a little further to the left, her right was comically distant from matching. The cute little nub of flesh, along with its now orange-sized areola pointed straight forwards, hugging the curve of her new cleavage almost two inches from where it should have been.

Alex had done nothing but apologize from the moment Kara came to, horrified at what she’d done to her sister’s tits. She’d promised that once the implants were removed and Kara’s breasts had returned to their former C-cup state, no-one would be able to tell.

Looking at the J-cup udders protruding from her like a goddamn shelf, Kara couldn’t help but be sceptical.

She groaned and tugged the thin white fabric of Power Girl’s suit up a little, hoping to Rao that the scandalous boob-window that showed her artificially enhanced cleavage didn’t slip. It wasn’t just costume’s chest that was a problem either, the back was essentially a thong, and perpetually vanished between her cheeks no matter how much she tried to get it to cover more of her flesh.

The cape at least was sensible and covered her rear so long as it remained in place. If Kara had had her way, the cape would have been a blanket large enough to cover her from head to toe.

The thought of anyone seeing her like this, let alone a gang of seedy criminals, sent a shiver down her spine, but she really had no choice.

A knock at the door made her jump, spinning around so fast her massive tits popped free of her suit, escaping through the boob-window just as she’d feared and bobbing heavily in the open air. She swore, quickly forcing them back into the over-stretched fabric before clearing her throat. She shifted awkwardly and tried to fold her arms over her new assets, quickly deciding just to keep her hands at her sides instead. “Come in.”

The door opened behind her and two women in tight black suits and sunglasses entered. One she recognised as Mercy Graves, Lex Luthor’s driver, bodyguard and personal hitwoman, the other was a blonde named Vanessa Crane, Karen’s contact. Mercy’s file was as long as Kara’s cape, but Vanessa was a complete unknown, no criminal record, not so much as a parking ticket.

“You didn’t say you were bringing a friend.” Kara said cautiously, eyeing Mercy, who remained utterly emotionless as she closed the door and locked it pointedly.

“This is Mercy Graves; she’ll be taking care of our side of the deal.” Vanessa smiled. “Now, if you don’t mind?” she held out a small rod and Kara felt her heart flutter in terror.

“O… of course.” She nodded, forcing a calm façade as Vanessa activated the scanner and shone a blue light up and down her scandalously enhanced body. “See? Nothing to hide.”

“You have what you promised?” Mercy asked coolly, as Vanessa nodded to her. Kara swallowed and resisted the urge to cover her cleavage again.

“Yeah.” Kara nodded, holding out a metal briefcase containing several hard drives full of League secrets. All of them were set to self-destruct as soon as they were accessed, leaving no time for the data to be copied or read in full. “You have what you said you’d give me?”

“Allow us to make sure these are genuine first.” Vanessa said, holding up a finger. Mercy opened the case and pulled out a drive, inspecting it suspiciously before slotting it into a small box on her belt. There was a flicker and then a green light and the thin, stern woman smiled. “The data is all there, Ms Crane.”

Vanessa’s face split into a smile and she turned back to Kara. “Alright then Power Girl, you’ve held up your end of the bargain, let us hold up ours.”

She reached into her pocket and drew out her phone, pressing her thumb to its screen to an affirmatory blip. “You wanted full protection from the League and enough money to retire from the hero life for good, and you’ll get it.”

Kara opened her mouth to thank Vanessa, but before the words could pass her lips Mercy’s arm had jerked up, snapped in two and blasted her with a beam of green light that struck her sharply in her valley-deep cleavage.

As the world went dark, and Kara Danvers crumpled to the floor, her ass stuck in the air and her chest propped up by her plastic udders.

-o-o-o-

Kara woke with a pained whine, blinking as she found herself lying uncomfortably on her side. The sheer mass of her tits kept her from rolling forwards, so she balanced awkwardly on her arm, hips turned flat to the floor as her spine twisted. With a groan she pressed a hand to her forehead and sat up, weighed down by her chest.

The familiar stinging pain of kryptonite burned where she had been shot, a faint green glow still lingering over the taut skin of her stuffed left breast. She winced and flexed her fingers, her powers were gone for the moment, nullified by the ray. It would take a while for her body to reject the radiation, until then she was powerless.

“Good evening, Kara.”

It wasn’t just that the owner of the voice knew she wasn’t Power Girl, or that they knew that she was Supergirl that made Kara blanche with terror, it was that she knew exactly who the owner of the voice was herself.

“L… Lena?” she stammered, turning to see her friend lounging comfortably in a high-backed, black leather chair. Lena smiled calmly, darkly shaded lips twisting into a shape so much crueller than she had ever worn before. Her slim, lithe form was snug in a tight black three-piece, a blood red tie resting gently over her cleavage. “Um, Lena Luthor?”

“I know it’s you Kara.” Lena tutted, “There’s no need to lie to me anymore.”

Kara swallowed, trying to cover her comically inflated chest with an arm as her quote-unquote best-friend stared coldly at her scandalous figure and slutty costume. “Lena… I don’t understand, wh… what’s happening?”

“I had Mercy knock you out and bring you here.” Lena explained patiently. “So I could look you in the eye before having my revenge.”

“Lena.” Kara whined. “I’m so sorry… I wanted to tell you, but…”

“Kara, I really don’t care.” Lena tutted, raising a finger for silence. “I’m sure you have excellent reasons for lying to me, pretending to be my friend, betraying me for years and years. Everyone seems to always have very good reasons for abusing my trust, and I always used to think that made it alright. Now I just don’t care.

“Oh… Lena.” Kara sniffed, wishing she could reach out and take her friend’s hand almost as much as she wished they weren’t having this devastating conversation whilst she was dressed like a streetwalking whore with fake tits so big they almost had their own gravity. “I’m… I’m so…”

“Don’t even try.” Lena interrupted softly, standing from her chair and smoothing down her suit. “I don’t care about anything you have to say, all I’m interested in is making you useful.”

“What?”

“This.” Lena said, producing a small, gun-like device from the desk beside her chair. “Is a neural nullifier, a little something Lcorp developed back when Lex was in charge. It never worked before, but with a little help from you and the DEO, I got the components to complete it.”

“Lena… wait.” Kara said nervously, staggering to her feet and extending her hands. “I’m… I am sorry, whether it means anything or not. You don’t have to do anything bad because of my mistake, because I hurt you. You’re not a bad person.”

“Actually.” Lena said, pursing her lips thoughtfully “I think I am. You see... I tested this little device out on Mercy and she’s been wonderfully helpful. She’s just as loyal to me as she ever was to Lex, she can’t even think about betraying me. I completely overwrote her mind, removed her free-will, violated her more deeply than anyone ever before in the history of humanity, and I feel completely fine about it.”

“Lena… that’s not…”

“Oh, but that’s nothing, take a look at this.” Lena smiled, a cruel, vicious grin that made her lovely eyes sparkle with sadistic light. She snapped her fingers and the door behind her opened. “See, I didn’t feel bad about overwriting Mercy’s loyalties and memories, but what I did to Karen? Now that I actually enjoyed doing.”

Kara gasped and covered her mouth as Power Girl pattered to Lena’s side. She was entirely naked except for her cape, her enhanced tits massive and bare and glistening in the sunset light. Clearly, she had just been oiled up, because thick, viscous droplets were oozing over her silicon-stuffed curvature. Her abs pulsed with excited breaths as the grinning hero reached Lena’s side, her pussy slick with excitement, glistening in the warm light streaming in from the window.

Looking at Karen had always been strange for Kara, like looking in a mirror, but now it was like a funhouse version. Karen’s lips were twisted into a wide, manic grin, painted the same bright red as her cape. Her eyes were big and blue and brainless, dull little orbs that only showed any life when they blinked. A golden ring was pierced through her nose, large enough that she could have worn it around her finger.

Kara had seen her naked body before, but much like seeing your real face not reflected by a mirror for the first time, there was something uncanny about Karen’s glistening nude form. Kara swallowed, seeing how tight and plump her own body was in all the right places, and just how horribly fake Karen’s tits were now that they too were bare, just like hers now were.

Karen beamed vacantly at Lena as she came to a halt, eyes ever so slightly crossed as she grinned into space. “Honestly?” Lena purred, reaching out and stroking Power Girl’s blushing cheek. “I rrreally enjoyed what I did to her.”

“Oh… Rao.” Kara choked. “Lena, how could you?”

“Tell the nice girl what I did to you.” Lena cooed, coiling a strand of bottle-blonde hair around her finger.

“Like, Miss Luthor totally erased me!” Karen smiled, voice simpering and vacant and somehow distant, “She, like, zapped my brain all away and made me cute and fun and sexy! It’s like, sooo much fun being her personal Superslut!”

“Complete mental erasure.” Lena chuckled, patting Power Girl’s rear. “I erased her personality, her memories, her morals, everything down to the last neuron. She’s empty now, no thoughts of her own, just an obedient little doll. The only reason she’s still alive is the AI I implanted in her brain to run her basic functions, aside from that she’s completely brain-dead.”

Kara clutched her hands to her mouth, feeling like she was about to be sick. “But… Dinah… she said Karen was hurt.”

“She did.” Lena smiled. “Just like I told her to. It was just a small mental command, she won’t even remember it by now, her purpose is complete. She wasn’t the one I wanted.”

“But… why?”

“Because I wanted you here.” Lena smiled. “Because why would I settle for one stupid whore with your face when I could have two?”

Kara blanched, staggering clumsily back a few paces before knocking against the wall. Her powers were still gone, the Kryptonite’s sting still lingering in her system. “Please.” She whimpered, tears welling in her eyes. “Please Lena… don’t do this… please.”

Lena sighed quietly and nodded her head. “I know Kara, it must be terrifying to be so powerless.” She said in a gentle, comforting tone. “But if it’s any consolation, you won’t ever feel like this again. You won’t be able to. Dolls don’t feel anything but bliss.”

The gun in her hand flashed and Kara screamed in pain. It felt like her brain was on fire, every neuron in her head lighting up with activity and burning out, one by one. She squealed in agony, crumpling to her knees and clutching her ears as her brain collapsed in on itself.

Memories vanished, followed quickly by complex thought altogether. Speech centres withered to their most basic forms; basic comprehension burned away to next to nothing. In seconds, Kara Danvers flopped onto her silicon udders, entirely braindead.

Mercy and Vanessa stepped forwards in unison, hauling Kara’s empty husk up onto its knees and moving her hair out of the way of her forehead.

“There we go.” Lena purred, pressing the Neural nullifier against Kara’s forehead. “Now the real fun begins.” She pressed another button and Kara’s body jerked. Her glassy eyes slowly focussed, and her mouth shut, as Mercy and Vanessa released her, Kara Danvers 2.0 sat up and stared ahead with a confused expression on her face.

“What is your name?” Lena asked with a smile.

“I am Unit 01.” Kara said blankly.

“Who is your owner?”

“I am property of Lena Luthor.”

“Wonderful.” Lena smiled, clapping her hands together victoriously. “Now Unit 1, I want you to link networks with Unit 00 and copy all behavioural protocols.”

Kara’s eyes shifted over to where Power Girl was standing, staring at the wall. She went cross-eyed for an instant before returning to her previous blank state.

“Now, what is your name?” Lena purred.

“Like, I’m totally Superslut!” Kara grinned suddenly, releasing a vapid little giggle and wiggling her tits back and forth in the tight confines of her suit.

“And who is your owner?”

“Like, I belong to Mistress Lena Luthor!” Kara beamed, “She’s, like, totally my owner!”

“Yes, she is.” Lena growled, sitting back in her chair and grinning cruelly at the shells of the two superheroes she’d erased. “Supersluts, come stand in front of my desk.”

“Yes, mistress Luthor.” Both Kara and Karen trilled in perfect unison, moving with thoughtless grace to their positions and staring at their creator with identical brainless smiles.

“Vanessa, Mercy, what do you think of my new pets?” Lena asked after a moment spent admiring the twin bimbo super-whores grinning at her.

“You have created the perfect metahuman slave, Ma’am.” Mercy said with a respectful nod of her head. “The security potential of these Supersluts is impressive.”

“I hadn’t considered that.” Lena hummed, looking up at Kara and Karen with a thoughtful smile. “I wonder if we could train them to use their powers on command. What do you think about them, Vanessa?”

“I am pleased that they meet your expectations, miss Luthor.” Vanessa smiled. “I would say the project has been an unmitigated success.”

“Would you?”

“Well… yes.” Vanessa nodded, frowning slightly. “If two Kryptonians can be completely neutralised and co-opted, then surely any other metahuman on earth could be as well? Not only have you acquired two whores for your personal use, but you’ve devised a way to protect yourself from, well, everyone in the universe.”

“There’s that ambition my brother liked so much.” Lena chuckled. “I’m glad I didn’t just erase you, Vanessa. That devious little mind is going to be very helpful to me.”

“I’m just happy to serve.” Vanessa smiled.

“I’m glad to hear it!” Lena laughed, standing up suddenly and clapping her hands. “Show me these new tits she’s gotten bolted on.”

Mercy and Vanessa obeyed immediately, just as much slaves to Lena’s will as the poor superheroes in front of them, simply with the illusion of free-will and their original minds mostly intact. Mercy grabbed one side of Supergirl’s suit by the edges of her boob window and yanked the white fabric away from the blank Kryptonian’s massive tits. Vanessa followed her lead, doing the same to Kara’s other side as the blank hero simply smiled straight ahead.

“Mmm.” Lena purred, admiring the fat, plastic orbs of the pair’s udders. She laughed at Kara’s for a moment, seeing the poor job Alex had done on her. “At least little Power Whore had her nipples in the right place.” She cooed into Kara’s mindless face. Her pinches to each of Kara’s lopsided nipples yielded no response and her smile widened into a vicious grin.

“I almost wish you could see this, Kara.” She breathed, squeezing the shell of her old friend’s jaw. “I wish you could see what I’m going to do with you, I wish you could see my revenge, I wish you could see me win!”

She reeled back and slapped Kara’s tits hard, again and again, until the comically round balls of skin and silicon were blushing a warm red.

“Kneel, Supersluts.” She commanded, eyes mad with power.

Both dolls sank to their knees at once.

“Vanessa, Mercy, I want you to choke them on your cocks.” Lena growled. “Skull fuck them until they’re sobbing, until they beg you to stop. I want them spitting up your spunk and leaking it from their goddamn noses by the time you’re done with them.”

“Ma’am.” Mercy nodded, bending down and unbuckling her belt. She shed her skirt and panties, pulling her fat, erect cock out into the open air with a low sigh of relief.

Vanessa was slower to obey, pausing to speak as she tugged her underwear down to her ankles. “Ma’am, how will they beg us to stop exactly?”

“The AI running them is programmed for basic self-preservation. It’ll warn you when they’re at risk of being damaged.” Lena smiled, putting her heels up on her desk and biting her lip as Mercy approached Karen. “Now get that cock out, I want to see them both suffering.”

“Of course, Ms Luthor.” Vanessa nodded, gripping her cock and guiding it into the slack-jawed lips of Kara’s mouth. The dick was another of Lena’s ‘improvements’ along with her new mind and new cybernetic weapons system, the cruel young Luthor had decided to add a fat, techno-organic cock to both her new bodyguards, each easily a foot long and capable of producing pints and pints of sperm on demand.

Kara was motionless as Vanessa pounded her face, groaning and grunting as she stabbed her cock down the Kryptonian Blonde’s gullet. Her mouth simply hung open, her eyes stared blankly at Vanessa’s crotch, and her tits heaved with each laboured breath she sucked in.

Whilst Vanessa was drawing delightfully wet gurgles and gags from the remains of Kara Danvers, Mercy was being far less restrained with the husk of Karen Starr. Mercy’s fingers dug into the golden hair and chiselled jaw of Power girl, splitting her mouth open wide so she could ram brutally into it, forcing wet “Gluck!” sounds to come pouring out of the broken hero’s lips, along with a constant stream of spit and precum.

Bright blue eyes began to roll and rattle in the doll’s skulls as they were used, a lack of oxygen and the brutality with which their poor throats were being fucked quickly overcoming them. The first bout of spunk that was shot into them certainly didn’t help. Kara and Karen both gurgled wetly as Mercy and Vanessa drained their balls down their gullets, thick, viscous seed more like glue than water sliding down their throats and sticking to the inside of their cheeks.

There was no respite, Mercy and Vanessa’s stamina was inhumanly advanced, and neither paused for a second before continuing to face-fuck the one-time protectors of National city.

Lena cooed and slid a hand over her panties as she watched her pets play, gently massaging a finger over her bulge through the sheer black silk. She’d enjoyed her bodyguards herself on many occasions and knew first-hand just how ‘productive’ they could be.

“Pleehssh.” Kara said after almost a half-hour of vicious skullrape. “Ghauck! Pleesh mish… Ghuck… Crane… gluck… Supershlut… glugh, like… needsh… gulch… to… gluck… breeeth.”

“Let her go, Vanessa.” Lena purred, pressing down on her crotch, keeping her erection flat through both panties and skirt, no matter how it pleaded to be set free.

Vanessa mutely retreated, leaving a long string of tar-thick sperm dangling from the head of her cock to Kara’s cum-splattered mouth. A veritable waterfall of spit and sludge oozed from Kara’s gaping mouth, lumps of cum so thick it was almost solid stuck to the curve of Kara’s plastic tits as they splattered down onto her, dripping from her tongue like pudding.

“Fuck that’s a gorgeous sight.” Lena groaned, hearing a creak of protest from her panties. “Keep going Mercy, it seems the copy has more stamina than the original.”

“Of course… ma’am.” Mercy groaned, smacking her hips even harder against Karen’s face until at last the blonde’s eyes rolled upwards.

“Missh Gravesh, Supershlut ish in, like, danger.”

Mercy staggered back, letting loose one last spurt of semen that hit Karen in the eye and dribbled slowly down to join the thick mess filling her mouth.

“Mhm.” Lena groaned, sitting up, “Girls you’ve done wonderfully.”

“Thank you miss Luthor.” Vanessa gasped, breathing heavily.

“Now, clean one another up before round two.” Lena smiled cruelly, watching the reluctant glance her bodyguards shared before reluctantly drawing close. As Vanessa wrapped her lips around Mercy’s shaft and began to dutifully slurp her cock clean, Lena turned her attention back to the ruined pair of aliens kneeling before her. “Now, swallow up all that yummy sperm.”

Both Kara and Karen groaned, mouths slowly closing, cheeks bulging with the sheer amount of spunk filling their faces. They swallowed, their gulping easily heard and the bulges the mass of cum caused in their throats as it slithered down to their stomachs just as easily seen. Eventually, both blondes stuck out their bare tongues, watching Lena for her approval.

“Good girls.” Lena beamed proudly. “Very good. Now thank me for your meal, it’s only polite.”

“Like, thank you for all that yummy cum, mistress Luthor.” The pair smiled happily, cheeks blushing dark and chests heaving with each breath.

“Now I want you two to come over here and take care of my cock.” Lena smiled. “You get to ride me.” she said, pointing to Kara. “And you get to suck on my balls.” She added, moving her finger to Karen.

“Like, thanks mistress Luthor.” Kara sighed happily, awkwardly shuffling her way around the desk before pausing to tug at her uniform. Lena tutted as the broken Kryptonian struggled to figure out how to undress herself, drew a knife from her desk and neatly cut Kara’s suit from cleavage to cunt. The blade made a soft scraping sound as it ran harmlessly over Kara’s superhuman flesh, coming away blunted and smeared with sperm.

Wrinkling her nose, Lena tossed it aside and raised her skirt. “Superslut, take off my panties with your teeth.” She smiled at Karen, who had crawled to her feet and was waiting patiently for orders. She immediately ducked forwards and tugged Lena’s sheer panties down her slender legs, eyes crossed as she concentrated before straightening up. “Good girl.” Lena chuckled, tousling Karen’s cheek as the former power-girl held her panties in her mouth like a dog with a ball.

“Now, bounce.” She purred, leaning back.

Kara smiled mindlessly and gently slipped Lena’s cock inside her drooling cunt, letting out a quiet gasp as the Luthor bottomed out inside her. Lena was a good bit smaller than both Mercy and Vanessa, but even with her petite cock, Kara’s increased sensitivity lit her body up with pleasure.

In an instant, Kara was desperately slapping her plump, pale ass on Lena’s lap, moaning and mewling as she fucked herself. Titanic silicon udders bobbed and bounced like sandbags as Kara Danvers bounced, her face split into a giddy grin and her eyes crossed with stupid delight.

Karen smiled happily at the sight of her duplicate fulfilling her purpose and ducked beneath her, gently scooping Lena’s immaculately groomed balls into her hand and slathering them with her tongue.

Lena groaned with pleasure and bit a lip, using her free hand to grip Kara by her golden hair and yank her head back. “Squeal for me, Superslut.” She growled. “Tell me what you are.”

“Like… I’m a total whore!” Kara screamed shrilly, gasping for breath as she bounced her ass faster and faster. “I’m a silly brainless slut and I, like, totally love Mistress Luthor’s diiiiick!”

With a wicked grin, Lena yanked on her hair again, making Kara squeal again. Karen was diligently worshipping her balls, Mercy and Vanessa were tenderly sucking one another’s cocks free of their sperm, and Kara Danvers, Supergirl, The Girl of Steel and the Maid of Might, was about to take her cum deep into her stupid, lying cunt!

“Take it you worthless whore!” Lena roared as she came, tearing Kara’s head backwards with such force she actually managed to uproot a few locks of steel-strong hair. Superslut, of course, took it.

“Thank youuuuu.” Kara squealed with happiness, mascara running as she cried out. She could feel Lena’s sperm pouring into her, feel the cool air on her plastic tits, feel the soft tickle of her fellow Superslut’s hair against her ass, and the AI running her body flooded her with pleasure.

Lena hadn’t been lying to Kara Danvers before she’d murdered her and programmed her body to be an obedient fucktoy.

Dolls really did feel nothing but bliss.

-o-o-o-

“Where is she?” Alex said for the fourth time, running her hands through her hair as her agents failed to track Kara’s location. “She can’t have just vanished!”

“I think I can help.”

Lena Luthor’s voice echoed off the concrete walls of the DEO’s Headquarters, turning every head in the building towards the tall glass steps that led to the balcony. There were gasps and shrieks of shock as the agents saw Lena stepping calmly down to ground level, flanked on either side by a naked, oiled and completely bimbofied Supergirl.

Lena grinned and gestured to her escort. “See, I found her.”

“Lena!” Alex roared, drawing her gun and pointing it straight at the smirking Luthor’s face. “What have you done!”

“Oh, so very much.” Lena sighed with a knowing smirk. “But Kara doesn’t mind.”

“What have you done to my sister!?” Alex shouted, hands shaking with rage.

Lena rolled her eyes before sighing and clasping her hands together. “Come on Alex, can you even tell which one is which anymore?”

Alex’s eyes widened as she scanned over both identical blondes and realised she honestly couldn’t. Either of the grinning, naked, glistening sluts could have been the girl she’d grown up with, either one of those ludicrous bimbo whores, blankly smiling into space.

No… no wait!

Kara’s nipples were botched! Alex had messed up her implants and now Kara’s nipples were lopsided!

It had taken too long for her to realise. By the time Alex opened her mouth Lena had already pressed a button on her phone and sealed the DEO’s fate.

The two vibrating buttplugs nestled in each Superslut’s asshole buzzed into life, and without a second’s hesitation, the pair responded to the stimulus exactly as they’d been programmed to. Eyes glowed and beams of heat vision swept the room as the pair of broken heroes moaned and drooled in bliss.

In a matter of seconds, Alex was the only one left standing. She stared in horror at her fallen friends before raising her gun. The Superslut on the left moaned as her buttplug buzzed once more, and Alex yelped as her pistol was vaporised.

“Now.” Lena smiled evilly, drawing a strangely shaped gun from her pocket. “Let’s add you to our little family.”

Alex screamed as she was erased, falling to the floor only for the two blondes to lift her up, just as Kara had been lifted earlier that day. The neural Nullifier flashed, Alex Danvers twitched, Lena Luthor smiled.

“What’s your name?” she asked the drooling husk of Alex.

Slowly, Alex’s lips twisted into a smile.

“Like, I’m totally Superslut.”