Relying on his invincibility, Superman had faced many dangers and emerged triumphant. He had complete confidence in his self and what he was capable of doing. His super powers had never let him down. He was proud of who he was and what he stood for. Any enemy, any catastrophe, any threat, was quickly dealt with efficiently and decisively. These situations were handled precisely and without worry. Because he was simply unbeatable. And he was loved by millions. Every child in every corner of the world wanted to be him. He was Superman. The man of steel. Protector of planet earth and all of it's human occupants. His name put fear in the hearts of every hardened criminal and super villain. Any who dared to challenge him, was defeated and imprisoned. He feared no one. Until now.

Now Superman was a coward. A frightened little boy. His pride forgotten. His confidence lost. His spirit snapped. His heart broken. He no longer had the courage or the will to fight. Supergirl was the one responsible for his drastic transformation. Losing two battles with the beautiful Kara had changed his life forever. He was now a sex toy and plaything for a sixteen year old girl half his size. A possession to be used and discarded at her discretion. He followed her orders and obeyed her rules without question. He did what ever he was told without arguing and NEVER challenged her authority. He was not a man anymore, let alone a SUPER man. He was a puppet, who's strings were controlled by a domineering female. No longer a man to be envied or idolized. He was unable to change these facts. He wasn't man enough. His life was not his own. And fear was his constant companion.

Superman was on his way to deliver his street patrol report to his cousin Kara. He hated having to check in with her every night. But there was no way he would ever tell her that. He valued his health to much to disagree with anything Kara ordered him to do. That was committing suicide. The overwhelming shame he felt knowing he was a coward, was spreading through his invincible body like an incurable virus. It was consuming him from the inside out. Rapidly eating away at his soul. There was no way to stop it. Well, there was one way. But he wasn't man enough to accomplish that. Kara had proven that fact to him twice. And he knew he would never find the courage to attempt it again. Receiving two terrible beatings from a teenage girl was enough for any man to suffer. So challenging Supergirl to fight was completely out of the question.

Kara was impatiently waiting for Kal'el to arrive. Her sexual urges were out of control tonight and she desperately needed release. Normally, she never used her personal slave in her room at the orphanage. Her Volcano Fortress at Mount Fuji Japan was their usual meeting place for her to fulfill her sexual desires. But the orphanage was a very large place and it was only housing four girls at the present time. The homes Administrator Miss Crumby, had decided the four girls needed their privacy. So she assigned each girl a room in a different wing of the house. Kara being the oldest at sixteen, was allowed to keep her original room. The other three were forced to move their belongings. But they didn't mind. The idea of having a complete wing to themselves sounded very exciting and grown up. So they happily moved.

Kara was delighted with the new arrangement. Now she could force Kal'el to service her in her room anytime she pleased. The loud moaning and passionate screaming his magical tongue caused her to make, wouldn't arouse any one's attention. She felt like giving Miss Crumby a big hug for unwittingly being so helpful. Just then, her flawless female body shivered when a strong urge for orgasmic release came over her. My God! Am I in heat or what? She jokingly asked herself. At that moment, Superman climbed through her window. "Good evening Kara. How was your day?" He asked in a very polite manner. "It just got better wimp. Get your ass over here." "NOW!" She commanded. "Kara, we can't do it here. What's come over you?" He asked in shock. Supergirl stormed over and grabbed the front of his top so she could pull his head down to look him right in the eye. "Are you arguing with me you little weakling?"? She asked with a stern voice. "No K.Kara." He said trembling. "That's better. Now get your ass over there on that bed and keep your big mouth shut. Understand?" She ordered. "Yes Kara. What ever you say." He replied while scurrying to the bed.

Supergirl was naked and sitting on his face in two seconds. "I need you boy, real bad. My insides are boiling like a witches cauldron. I need orgasms and I need them now. Your good health depends on your performance, so you better not disappoint me lap dog. Now shove that tongue in there deep and satisfy me." She said breathing heavily. Superman didn't have the chance to assure the dominate teenager he would do his best to please her. Her blond muff was jammed against his face to quickly. Without hesitating, he began licking her sweet sex at super speed. Kara's head fell back on her creamy shoulders while pleasuring moans escaped passed her wet lips. Her hips began to gyrate like she was moving to her favorite tune. In less then a minute, the first orgasm rushed out of her like a fifty gallon drum filled with liquid losing it's contents. Kara screamed with pleasure and began to move her hips faster. Superman increased his speed to keep up.

Good Lord. Superman said to himself. Her insatiable appetite is really working over time tonight. I've given her six orgasms in the last ten minutes. Yet she keeps screaming "AGAIN BOY!" She is completely losing control. Oral sex seems to be all she thinks about lately. She's letting her sexual desires consume her. But what can I do. She certainly won't listen to any advice or counseling I have to offer. She'll say I'm complaining or whining and punish me for opening my mouth. So it would be useless to try and a hell of a lot less painful to keep my mouth shut. With that final thought, Superman kept licking like an obedient slave. Another ten minutes later, Kara screamed with pleasure for the tenth time. Then she collapsed on the bed beside him. Superman lie there without moving, knowing he had to have her permission to get up. It finally came when her breathing returned to normal.

"Bring me a warm wash cloth and a towel from the bathroom Kal'el. And be quick about it." Supergirl commanded. "Yes Kara." He answered. Superman rushed to the bathroom to do her bidding, while Kara rolled over and sat on the side of her bed. When he brought her the things she requested, she ordered him to clean himself up. He instantly obeyed. When they both were cleaned up and the dirty linen was deposited in the hamper, she asked about his report. "There wasn't any activity tonight Kara. Everything was quiet." He reported. "Good. I'm happy to hear the citizens of Metropolis are safe and sound for at least one night. Hopefully there will be many more. Crime is down by about thirty percent in the last few months and no super villain has reared his ugly head in nearly a year. So things are definitely looking up. Your job is getting easier wimp." She said with a smile.

"Now, on to other business. You'll be spared from having to report to me tomorrow night. I'll be busy elsewhere." She announced. "So enjoy the night off. In fact, I'm feeling rather generous after your excellent performance tonight. Since tomorrow is Saturday, you can take Sunday night off as well. I'll expect you to be here promptly at nine o'clock Monday night. Is that clear?" She asked. "Yes Kara. And thank you very much." He replied. Superman wanted to know what she would be busy doing, but decided it would be safer not to ask. Thankfully, Kara volunteered the information on her own. "NASA is having some mechanical problems with their space satellite. They want me to fly up there tomorrow and repair it for them if it's at all possible. How long it will take, depends on the problem. So we'll see. You're dismissed cousin." She said waving her hand towards the window. Superman left without saying a word.

Clark Kent the mild mannered reporter, was downtown investigating rumors of city officials receiving kick backs from certain business owners to earn city contracts for their company's. He was still wearing the compact receiver on his wrist the President had given him. It was set so only his super hearing could hear the messages being transmitted. It came in handy when the Armed Forces or the local police needed his help to handle a dangerous situation. Although Kara had taken over that job now, so he never answered the distress signals any more. Just as he was about to enter City Hall, he heard the police dispatcher announce a bank robbery was in progress at the First National Metropolis Bank. She was calling for all cars to respond, because the men were armed with Uzi sub machine guns. He stopped dead in his tracks. Metropolis citizens were in danger and Kara was in space. He quickly found a spot, ripped off his street clothes and flew to the Bank.

When he arrived, the police were already there and had sealed off the perimeter. Four police vehicles were arranged in a semi circle surrounding the Bank doors. Eight policeman were waiting behind the cars with their guns drawn. "What's the situation officer?" He asked the man in charge. "Superman. Boy am I glad to see you. There are three men hold up inside the bank with Uzis. According to Intel, they have twenty six hostages, including bank personnel. More officers are on their way." He answered. "Keep your men back Sargent. Hopefully I can handle this without innocent people or your officers getting hurt or killed." He told the man. "What ever you say Superman. The job is all yours." He replied. Superman assessed the scene and decided on a plan of action.

Using his super breathe, Superman blew open the bank doors. Then flying at super speed, he zipped through the bank and snatched the Uzis out of the men's hands before they could blink. In another split second, he tapped the three men on the chin and knocked them out cold. He strolled out of the bank and handed the Sargent their sub machine guns. "Everything is under control Sargent. You can round them up and cart the criminals off to jail." He said. "Thank you Superman. And thank God you were here. This could have easily turned into a shoot out with innocent bystanders caught in the middle." He replied. "No thanks are necessary Sargent. I was only doing my duty. These men and others like them need to be brought to justice. I was happy to be of help. Have a good day." He told the officer as he was about to take to the sky.

"What the hell are you doing here?" That ice cold voice froze him where he stood. Superman slowly turned around to face his angry cousin. "S.S.Supergirl. I thought you were in sp.space." He stuttered. "I have a wrist receiver too you moron. Now answer my question. Why are you here?" She asked with a mean look on her beautiful face. "I.. I.. I thought you were unable to answer the call for help. Innocent peoples lives were at stake. So I acted in the best interest of the citizens of Metropolis. I'm sorry Supergirl. It won't happen again." He said trembling. "You're damn right it won't wimp. I'm going to make absolutely sure of it. You disobeyed a direct order. I will not tolerate disobedience. You know that. But I guess you're to stupid to remember the rules and who has to obey them. So you have to be punished to remind you who's boss. Now come here." She ordered.

Superman's face turned as white as a sheet. He threw his large hands out and slowly began to back up. His muscular body was trembling all over, while he shook his head no and waved his shaking hands in front of him. "Wait Supergirl. I didn't mean to step on your toes. A potentially dangerous situation was quickly developing and I thought you were indisposed. So I did what I thought was right. Please, don't hurt me for saving innocent people from being harmed." He begged. "Shut up wimp. I'm not interested in your pitiful excuses for disobeying me. The plain fact is, you did it and you knew better. Now get your ass over here." She commanded. Superman stood there shaking like a leaf. "This is your last warning boy. I'm losing my patience's." "NOW MOVE!" He slowly stumbled towards her, nearly in tears.

Supergirl grabbed him by the throat with her left hand and lifted him in the air. Then she slammed his back into the building. "SLAM!" Holding him firmly against the wall with his feet dangling above the walk, she chastised the trembling man. "You can't stand not being in the lime light can you pansy ass? You miss being the super hero everyone praises for saving the day. So the first chance that comes along, you invade my territory like you own it. Well I've got news for you boy. I will not tolerate you trying to upstage me. So I'm afraid I have to teach you a lesson to make sure this never happens again. It's going to be a very painful lesson wimp. And it's going to be a very embarrassing lesson as well. Because all of these nice people gathered here will watch while I beat you senseless. They'll see you crying like a baby and hear you pleading with me for mercy. I wouldn't want to be in your shoes right now." She said grinning.

"Please Kara. I'm sorr." That's all he got out before her hard right fist ripped into his mid section. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" He was flopping around in her steel like grip, while she turned his stomach to jello. Tiring of that, she jerked him away from the wall and went to work on his face. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" His nose was crushed, his mouth was busted up, and both eyes were in excruciating pain. The crowd gasped when they saw Supergirl pounding on her much larger cousin. They didn't understand why Superman wasn't fighting back. Hell, he was twice her size. And comparing the arms of the two, was like matching telephone poles against fence posts. So why was she easily beating him to a pulp, while he struggled in her grip with fear plainly showing on his face. It didn't make sense.

"SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMMMACK!" The last punch spun him in three circles and nearly took his head off. Superman ended up lying on his face and stomach about ten feet away. Moaning from the awful pain he felt, he made it to his hands and knees and attempted to crawl away. With her small red skirt flowing around her shapely hips, Supergirl leaped on his back and drove him to the ground. She grabbed both of his muscular arms and placed them on his back in a double hammerlock. Then she sat down and pinned them there with her perfectly shaped ass. Pulling his head up and stretching her gorgeous legs out, she hooked her booted feet under his chin and over his face. Then she laid back to grab his ankles in her strong hands and pulled his legs up. Using his legs for leverage, she raised her beautiful legs in the air. His upper body was bent upwards at a forty five degree angle, causing great pain to his neck and back.

"MMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!" His painful scream was muffled by her feet. "Ohhh, that looks really painful pansy ass. Am I hurting you?" She asked with an evil grin. "MMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!" Was the only response he could make. "You see why I have to punish you you bad little boy? I ask a simple question and you refuse to answer. So I'm left with no other choice. You must learn I am in charge and you have to obey me. Because you're a pathetic little weakling and I'm much stronger then you are. That's simply a truthful fact. I'm strong and you are weak. So you see my pitiful wimpy cousin, obedience is the only option open to you. Your male stubbornness will only force me to give you pain. Thankfully, pain is an excellent motivator. So I'm positive you will learn eventually. It's only a matter of time." She stated. Superman could only lie there in pain and listen.

Supergirl released her hold and Superman whimpered as he flopped down on his face. She stood and yanked him to his feet by his massive shoulders. Wrapping her strong arms around his, she raised up on her tiptoes and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "You seem to be awfully tense cousin. You need to loosen up and relax. Yoga classes is the best cure for that. They'll fix you right up. In the meantime, I can help you with the tension and stiffness you are experiencing." She placed her right knee in the middle of his back, and bent him over backwards. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed again. "There you go cousin. I'll bet you feel better already. To use your line. No thanks are necessary. I was only doing my duty." She said giggling.

Lowering her leg, she dropped over backwards bringing him with her. While she lie on the ground with him on top, she wrapped her smooth, strong legs around his waist and locked her ankles. Still controlling his arms, she tightened her legs on his ribs with about half of her enormous strength. He instantly began screaming again. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "OH GOD! OH GOD! YOU'RE CRUSHING MY RIBS! IT HURTS! PLEASE STOP KARA! IT HURTS!" "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "Well of course it hurts you idiot. It's supposed to. Now shut your big mouth and take your punishment like a man. Oops. I guess that's what you're doing you big sissy. Only a man would scream like a tiny baby because of a little pain. You're such a wimp cousin." She said as she squeezed harder. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He loudly screamed again while tears filled his eyes.

The crowd was completely mesmerized as they watched the teenage girl overpower the mighty Superman. They simply couldn't believe how easily she was controlling a man twice her size. His large muscular arms made her female limbs look like twigs. Yet he was the one screaming like a child, while she was laughing and enjoying herself. It just didn't seem possible. If they weren't watching Superman's destruction with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed it. Some of the women in the crowd was getting turned on by the display. Seeing her superior strength overpower a very muscular male was erotically sensual. A few had their hand between their legs, massaging themselves as they watched with extreme fascination. The men on the other hand were beginning to feel a little uneasy. The women were eying them like they deserved to be treated the same way.

Supergirl released her trapped prisoner and stood up. "Get on your feet boy. There is still quite a few places on your face that need my attention. Now get your ass up and raise those puny arms of yours." She commanded. "Please Kara. Don't beat me anymore. I'm truly sorry for stepping in where I don't belong. I promise I'll never do it again. Please, have mercy Kara. Don't humiliate me in front of all these people. I swear I'll be good." He begged. "SILENCE!" "Now get up before I drag your ass up Supersissy." Superman slowly climbed to his feet with his tears staining the front of his costume where they landed. "Please Kara. I don't want to fight." He pleaded. "Well that's a damn shame." She replied as she punched him between the eyes. "SMACK!" Superman stumbled back crying his eyes out. Kara smiled and went after him.

"Come on boy. Show me that pitiful offense of yours. Show these people how pathetic you are at defending yourself. Let them see the famous Superman in action." She taunted the sobbing man. Superman just stood there. He knew from experience it was useless to try and defeat her. She was way out of his league. And the scary fact was, she wasn't even fully grown. As she got older, she would become much stronger. Which thoroughly frightened him out of his wits. "I said fight wimp. Don't make me order you again. Now mind me. Or the beating I'm about to give you will be worse." She threatened. He threw a half hearted punch, but his heart wasn't in it. Supergirl easily slapped it aside and placed her fists on her very feminine hips. "This is your last warning little boy. One more weak attempt like that and I'm going to rip your arm off and beat you to death with it. Now try your best before you really piss me off." She sternly told him.

Superman was caught in a quandary. If he attempted to try and defeat her, she would beat him senseless. If he didn't try his best and accepted the beating without offering much resistance, she would beat him senseless. Talk about a catch 22. Crying like a spoiled little brat that hadn't gotten his way, Superman stepped up and threw numerous heavy handed punches at the antagonistic young female. Kara smiled and danced around his futile efforts. "That's better weakling. Keep them coming. Show me what a great fighter you are. Make me pay for the terrible beatings and humiliation I've put you through. Teach me a lesson. Knock me out and shut my mouth for good. Come on boy, throw those feeble punches like you mean it. Give me your best shot wimp." She teased the poor man while she eluded his furious attack.

Superman chucked about a hundred bone breaking punches at the blond female gladiator. But as was his usual par for the course, not a one of them landed. Supergirl easily avoided his huge male fists like she was fighting with a two year old. Not one single punch came closer then three inches of her beautiful face. For at least ten minutes, she ducked and dodged like a professional fighter and made a complete fool out of the super hero. When she decided she had enough fun showing how inept he was, she took over with authority. "SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!" Superman was driven back on his heels. He tried his best to evade her stinging female punches, but she was simply to fast and to good for the man of steel to handle. Her accurate fists landed where ever she aimed. And they landed at an astounding rate. He was completely overwhelmed by the blond female fighter.

"SMACK!..SMACK!..THUD!..THUD!..SMACK!..CRACK!" The jaw jarring uppercut dumped him on his ass. The females in the crowd were gleefully cheering her on. While the males all looked sick to their stomachs. Supergirl grabbed him by the hair and yanked him up from the street. "Stay on your feet pansy ass. You're wasting time. Now put up those fists and lets go at it again." She ordered. Knowing he had no choice, he waded back in. "SMACK!" His right eye was swelling up. Not letting that stop him, he tried a three punch combination. Supergirl swatted them down like flies and swelled his left eye. "SMACK!" Forgetting the pain, his mighty fists went flying again. Those feeble attempts were blocked as well and his jaw felt broken when her devastating right cross landed. "SMACK!" He staggered back and nearly went down.

"I'm warning you boy, don't fall down. If I have to pick you up I'll cave your face in. Now stay on your feet." She commanded. Even though he knew he didn't stand a chance of defeating her, he was sick and tired of listening to her over confident taunting mouth. He attacked like a crazed maniac, with both muscular arms slinging punches as fast as he could throw them. Kara ducked and dodged a few and blocked the rest. When she saw an opening, she cut loose with her own offense. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" He was backpedalling out of control and would have went down if his back hadn't stuck a steel beam on the high rise the construction crew was building. Angry at himself for losing his temper, he started walking back towards her to resume the battle.

On his way back, he passed a stack of steel rods the crew used to reinforce their concrete flooring. Ignoring the fact he would look like a coward, he picked one up and charged right at her. With all the strength he possessed in his mighty arms, he swung the rod at her pretty head. "WHOOOOOOOOSSSSHHHH!" Kara ducked under his mighty swing. Superman tried to hit her on the back swing. "WHOOOOOOSSSSSHHHHHH!" This time she leaned her upper body back and made him miss again. Before he could start another swing, she quickly stepped forward and drilled him in the stomach with a very solid right. "THHHUD!" The wrecking ball punch drove the oxygen from his lungs. His face turned blue and his knees buckled. Kara casually took the steel rod out of his limp hand.

She twisted one end around both of his wrists and threw him to the ground. Then she brought his feet up to his hands and secured all four limbs together by wrapping the rod around them. When she was through, the great super hero looked like a tied up calf at the rodeo. The crowd was hysterically laughing at his predicament. Picking him up with her left hand by his trussed hands and feet, Kara turned to the crowd and asked. "Ladies and Gentlemen. Superman has been a very bad boy. He daringly disregarded an order and did something he knew he was forbidden to do. Now I ask you. If your child ignored your rules and did exactly as he pleased, how would you punish him?" The ladies in the crowd spoke simultaneously. "Paddle his butt to show him who's boss." "Thank you for your help." Kara said as she grinned at her whimpering cousin.

"You heard their answer boy. The people have spoken. I will now pronounce judgment on you. Superman of Krypton. You are sentenced to one harsh spanking. This spanking will be administered by your superior who's command you blatantly disobeyed. Namely me." She said giggling. "Court is adjourned." Tears were already heavily falling from his swelling eyes. "Please Kara. I beg you. Spare me the humiliation of being spanked like a child in front of all these people. It would ruin me. I would be laughed at where ever I went. For God sakes Kara. Show me mercy. I'm begging you. Please don't do this." He tearfully pleaded. "Request denied Supersissy. It is my duty as your superior to enforce the rules you were ordered to follow. Since you chose to disobey them, you must be punished accordingly. So hush boy. You're getting your wimpy ass paddled and that's final." She said with a smile.

As most of the crowd looked on with anticipation, Kara held him up where she could easily reach his ass with her right hand. "You will mind me weakling or else." "WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!" She spanked his ass without a touch of remorse, while he helplessly hung there and cried like a baby. The crowd was cheering. "WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!..WHACK!" The poor super hero was embarrassed out of his mind. How Kara could be so evil was beyond his comprehension. She was completely degrading him in front of all these people. And the look on her pretty face showed she was thoroughly enjoying it. In that moment, he totally gave up. He put himself in her hands to do with as she pleased. He had nothing left. She owned him. He became a willing slave to his superior teenage Mistress. He would never think for himself again.

By the time Kara was through punishing him, he was crying uncontrollably. With her xray vision, she could see his ass was bright red and very painful. She was satisfied he would obey her commands from now on. Her super hearing picked up some conversations coming from the crowd. She smiled as she turned to see what was going on. A black woman had her husband in a headlock, telling him he better shut his mouth. A dark haired lady had a tight grip on the back of her husbands collar. She was holding him up on his tiptoes and telling him he was going to be paddled when they got home for running his mouth. A pretty blond lady had her husband in a tight sleeper hold and he was close to passing out. She was scolding him for talking back to her while she was putting him to sleep.

Quite a few other battles were in progress on the ground. Using her super hearing, she determined the cause of the skirmishes. The foolish males had stated that Superman must have been sick or under the influence of green kryptonite. Because there was no way a female half his size could beat him up if he were healthy. Their wives and girlfriends had thrown them down to the ground and were painfully proving them wrong. Several of the men were tied up in inescapable wrestling holds and were begging to be set free. While others had badly swollen faces and were pleading with the females to stop beating them to a pulp. Well what do you know. I started a feminine revolution. She said to herself. "Good for you ladies. Teach those wimps a lesson." She told them as she flew off with her sobbing, broken bundle.

That night, Superman was obediently servicing the beautiful Kara in her room. After receiving eight delicious orgasms, she allowed him to stop. When they both were cleaned up and breathing normally, she spoke to her obedient slave. "Kal'el, I've given this a lot of thought and I've come up with a solution. You're caught in the same dilemma I was. You'll never be able to have sex with an earth female because you might seriously injure or kill her in the heat of passion. Until the first time I forced you to service my needs, I didn't know how fantastic it felt to have an orgasm. I'm sure you masturbate to relieve yourself and I don't blame you. But that doesn't compare with having a partner to help you reach absolute satisfaction. So I've decided to help you out." She stated.

Superman was immediately uneasy. She was going to break Terran and Kryptonian law by forcing him to have sex with her. He didn't want to become a criminal by breaking the law. But Kara was the boss and he had no choice but to obey her orders. She was correct about him masturbating. But he very seldom did it. Looking at sexy girl magazines while getting himself off, made him feel like the lowest of perverts. And thinking about a woman while he did it, made him feel as if he was invading their privacy. Especially Lois Lane. So he only masturbated when the feeling got so strong he couldn't stand it any longer. It always felt great when he ejaculated. But soon after, he felt guilty and ashamed for not having the will power to stop himself. But this act would make him a law breaker. Something he swore he would never be.

"May I speak Kara?" He asked politely. "Yes Kal'el. What is it?" She answered. "I know I must obey your commands. But having sex with you would break the law of two planets. It would make us both criminals and it goes against everything I've stood for my entire life. Please don't force me to break the law Kara. I beg you." He said with a sad face. Supergirl smiled and took his hand. "You misunderstood me cousin. I'm not going to have sex with you. I'm only going to help you get relief. Now shut up and come with me boy. I believe you're going to love what I have planned for you." She led him over to the window and had him face it. "Keep your arms down and your hands at your sides. Or you'll make me very angry. Is that clear?" She warned. "Yes Kara." He answered with a puzzled look.

Kara pulled his underwear down and made him step out of them. Then she stood behind him with her gorgeous naked body right up against his naked skin. She wrapped her left arm around his waist to hold him steady. Then she reached around with her right hand and took hold of his enormous penis. He trembled nervously when she touched him. "Relax cousin. Put yourself in my capable hands and enjoy the wonderful feeling." She ordered. He obeyed and calmed himself down. Kara began to slowly stroke him up and back. The velvet touch of her soft palm sent shivers down his spine. It didn't take her long to establish the rhythm that gave him the most pleasure. His satisfying moans told her he was completely under her control.

About a minute later, his head fell back on her left shoulder. She could see his eyes were closed and hear the heavy breathing coming from his wide open mouth. He was soon rolling his head on her creamy shoulder and grunting with pleasure. She easily held him up when his knees turned weak and buckled. With her flawless body touching his skin and her soft female hand evenly stroking his dick, Superman was completely helpless and under her spell. A few minutes later, he let out a scream of passion and sagged against her. His steel hard vein popping dick, jerked like it was having a spasm. Then it exploded and shot his thick sperm out the window. He ejaculated for a full minute before Kara released him to slump to his knees on the floor.

Kara was smiling when she padded to the bathroom and thoroughly washed her hands. It had gone just as she suspected it would. He needed sexual release as bad as she did. Now she had another weapon to use against her cousin. She wouldn't necessarily have to give him a senseless beating if he disobeyed her commands. She could reward or deprive him of pleasure, depending on how well he behaved. Men are so weak. She said as she shook her head. They're easily controlled physically, mentally, and sexually. With the right knowledge, any woman can force a man to do her bidding. She can wrap him around her little finger and lead him where ever her heart desires. And she can do all this while letting the pathetic fool think he is the one in charge. Men deserve to be enslaved in my opinion.

Superman was in pure heaven. The amazing sensation that filled his invincible body when he ejaculated was the most wonderful thing he had ever felt in his life. It left him feeling serene and completely satisfied. Every orgasm he had experienced before, dwindled in comparison to the overwhelming pleasure Kara had just given him. He was so emotionally and sexually drained, he knew he was to weak to stand. All he could do was kneel there and bask in the blissful warmth rushing through him. He slowly raised his drooping head when Kara exited the bathroom. There was such a radiant glow surrounding her perfectly shaped female body, he thought she was the loveliest creature in the universe. In his eyes, the evil little bitch that had ruined his life was gone. The domineering teenager who enjoyed degrading and humiliating him no longer existed. Standing in their place was a beautiful Goddess who deserved to be worshiped.

Superman slowly crawled to his beautiful Goddess and threw himself at her feet. He gently placed his lips on her perfect toes and repeatedly kissed them in worship. He covered both of her bare feet with loving kisses to show his Goddess how much he adored being her lowly servant. Finally, he closed his eyes and laid his right cheek on top of her left foot. Then he wrapped his massive arms around her shapely ankles and smiled. He was where he belonged. Kara looked down at his prone body and smiled herself. He's putty in my hands. She said to herself. Mine to shape and mould into what ever I wish him to be. A willing slave who's only purpose in life is to please me. I think my troubles with Kal'el are over. The little weakling belongs to me body and soul. Just as it should be. Supersissy is mine. Kara squatted down and stroked his hair to show her slave she was pleased with his adoring worship. Superman sighed and moaned with pleasure. His Goddess loved him. Everything was right with the world.