Lois Lane?
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Escape.
Escape by any means necessary, escape by all means necessary. That's the one thing that keeps going through your head, the one word that almost forces you to grasp your own individuality. Dignity, pride, those are all things of the past. But this, the constant urge to escape from this vixen, that, of all things, remains vigilant.
"Good boy," she smiles tauntingly, petting you on the head like you are exactly that, her dog, her pet, her property. All you can do for your own safety is nod and try to act like you like this, the torture she's putting you through.
The single word continues to swim through your mind as your eyes finally open.
The right foot of Supergirl is plastered firmly on your face, the ultimate insult. You barely have enough dignity to even take offense at this. You just sigh, letting her foot crawl all over your face, her toes eventually finding themselves between your nose.
She continues to flex her toes between your nose, forcing you into a kneeling position. You have no choice but to inhale the almost toxic fumes coming out of her foot. She smiles at your plight, amused.
"You are so pathetic," she smiled, letting her toes scratch your face as they landed graciously on the floor.
"Kiss," she orders, her toes wiggling with anticipation.
Resignedly, you bend down and plant several kisses on her feet. It tastes bitter, just like your predicament. She arches her right foot, allowing for you to continue kissing her feet. She giggles at your fate, her laughs digging deep inside of your skin.
"You know, I was thinking of you maybe giving me a pedicure. What do you think?" she asked almost rhetorically. She knows that you have no power to argue.
Angrily muttering to yourself, your response comes a little too late. Sensing reluctance, her other foot comes down, slamming your head down on the ground.
You cry out in pain as your head bounces off of the concrete before being pinned to the ground, her foot planted dominantly on your hair.
"I said, what do you think of giving me a pedicure, slave?" she demands more fiercely this time.
"Yes," you finally utter out of sheer fear.
"Good boy". Her voice became surprisingly more innocent and girlish this time. You are almost scared at this sudden mood swing, but at least the storm has passed, for now at least.
She rubbed her feet off of your head for a minute, her toes ruffling your hair. Finally, she slides her foot off like you're her doormat, relinquishing her hold. Your head slowly rises, your eyes glued to her feet. You're afraid of making eye contact at this point.
Her foot playfully pushes against your cheek.
"Awwww, why the sad face?" she purrs, noticing your grimace. In an instant, her foot presses against you, the sheer force knocking you backwards. You know better than to resist her superhuman strength, so you let her push you backwards. Landing on your back, her foot remains on your cheek.
"Why don't you turn that frown upside down, hun?" she smiles, her toes digging into your mouth, literally forcing you to make a smile. She plays with you for another few minute, twisting your lips into a smile and then a frown. Finally, something glows in her eye, like she just remembered something.
You continue glaring at Supergirl as she produces a phone from her outfit, keeping her foot on your face still. She dials a number and twiddles a strand of her blond hair while waiting for the other person to pick up. It's like she doesn't even know you exist.
"What's up, Lo Lo?" she smiles, when the other person finally picked up.
"Hey Kara," came the slightly dejected voice of Lois Lane, hit Metropolis reporter.
She eventually takes her foot off of you and turns away. You breathe in relief, as she walks away.
"What's wrong, Lois?" she said worried.
"Clark's on another one of his missions again. It's Toyman this time, and he manages to snatch one of the Meta-Bots out of Cadmus," she explains.
"Toy-man, you say? He can handle it, he fought me before, remember?" she assures.
"I guess, so how'd it been going with you?" she sighs.
"Funny you should ask," she replied slightly ominously, her amused eyes meeting yours for a second.
"You wouldn't believe what I found today. You remember that I was on tour today at one of those fan signings, right?" she beamed.
"Sure".
"Well, check this out! I found a little..dog who couldn't find his way home. He was practically lapping at my heels when I found him," she exclaimed, turning back to you with a gloating smirk. She let the last few words curve off her tongue, letting them slice into your skin. Your hands clench in fury, but you know better.
"Did he have an owner?" Lois replied, completely oblivious to the fact that you are the pet that she was referring to.
"No, of course I didn't see his owner, Lois! What do you think, I would just take him like that? No, I waited around and no one came, so I guess Christmas came early for me, huh?" she said into the phone.
"Long story short, I brought him back to the Fortress of Solitude. I hope he's housebroken," she continued.
From then, you begin to zero out of their conversation and focus on your own means of escape.They're apparently talking about the latest superhero gossip, buying you enough time to figure out something.
After a minute of searching around the room your eyes spot an exit to your torture, an almost translucent door to your right. The only problem, Supergirl is the thing standing in the way between imprisonment and freedom.
You glance at her to make sure she's preoccupied on the phone, evidently deeply enthralled in the conversation. Her back is still facing you.
You quietly spit out a huge glob of saliva, seeking to get rid of the bitter taste her toes left in your mouth. Rising to your feet, you survey the room, looking for another means of escape. There isn't one, the only way out is through her.
You sigh almost resignedly at the task that is Supergirl. She's literally the unmovable object standing between you and freedom. She has the experience, the smarts, and most importantly, the power to stop you.
You grit your teeth in frustration, if you tried taking her head-on like this, the cute, innocent girl standing in front of you would soon transform into a fiery, cold-hearted animal.
Racking your head for suggestions, you eventually spot the reclining chair you just put you on. You approach it silently, and examine it. Thankfully, it's not firmly rooted to the floor, so it's mobile. You could throw it at her. Obviously, it wouldn't hurt her, but it could cause a distraction. She'd be flabbergasted at the idea of her "pet" uprising against you, giving you some time to escape. It's a risky plan, and the consequences are even riskier.
But at this point, you continuing to be here is a risk.
You gingerly lift the chair up, the weight nearly too much for even you to bear. But, you persist, bearing the price of freedom. You eventually lift the chair above your head.
"I know right," she laughs out loud, examining her fingernails before brushing back her hair. She has no idea what's heading towards her.
You want to groan out loud, to just give up. But that one word is pushing you forward, giving you the strength. Escape.
"So, what did he say?" she says.
Finally mere feet away from her, you raise the weapon as far above your head as you can. Your eyes glare at her, the almost promiscuous vixen that is Supergirl, gloating about your degrading at her feet. Your muscles ache, but you don't listen. Only one thing is running through your mind now: Escape.
That's the one thing that gives you the strength, the one word that tells you what to do.
"So, what did you tell him?" she replied. Ironically enough, her response would come in a way she probably didn't expect.
With an immense cry of strain, you hurl the chair at her.
BLAM! That was the sound heard as the object crashed into her back. She instantly crumpled to the ground, seemingly knocked out from your surprise attack.
"Kara?" came Lois's voice from the phone.
You wipe sweat off your brow at your luck. Supergirl laid there, her body motionless on the concrete.
Your eyes dart from the exit to her prone body. You furiously ponder your next move. Either escaping to live another day or risking your luck to exact your revenge.
The choice is yours!
Author Batman1's Note: So yeah, fairly short chapter, not too much action. Right now, I'm working on the Supergirl story line. Pretty interesting perspective with the Girl of Steel as the main antagonist. If you want me to get back to get to the Psylocke or Poison Ivy stories, just leave it in your reviews! Thanks!
You have the following choices:
1. Leave while you still can! This may be your only chance! *
2. Supergirl isn't going anywhere! Why not take advantage of opportunities? *
* indicates the next chapter is blank and needs to be created.
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(Originally written by batman1)
Escape by any means necessary, escape by all means necessary. That's the one thing that keeps going through your head, the one word that almost forces you to grasp your own individuality. Dignity, pride, those are all things of the past. But this, the constant urge to escape from this vixen, that, of all things, remains vigilant.
As these thoughts continue to run through your head, your eyes are forced to tell a different story, to her at least. Supergirl.
"Good boy," she smiles tauntingly, petting you on the head like you are exactly that, her dog, her pet, her property. All you can do for your own safety is nod and try to act like you like this, the torture she's putting you through.
The single word continues to swim through your mind as your eyes finally open.
The right foot of Supergirl is plastered firmly on your face, the ultimate insult. You barely have enough dignity to even take offense at this. You just sigh, letting her foot crawl all over your face, her toes eventually finding themselves between your nose.
She continues to flex her toes between your nose, forcing you into a kneeling position. You have no choice but to inhale the almost toxic fumes coming out of her foot. She smiles at your plight, amused.
"You are so pathetic," she smiled, letting her toes scratch your face as they landed graciously on the floor.
"Kiss," she orders, her toes wiggling with anticipation.
Resignedly, you bend down and plant several kisses on her feet. It tastes bitter, just like your predicament. She arches her right foot, allowing for you to continue kissing her feet. She giggles at your fate, her laughs digging deep inside of your skin.
"You know, I was thinking of you maybe giving me a pedicure. What do you think?" she asked almost rhetorically. She knows that you have no power to argue.
Angrily muttering to yourself, your response comes a little too late. Sensing reluctance, her other foot comes down, slamming your head down on the ground.
You cry out in pain as your head bounces off of the concrete before being pinned to the ground, her foot planted dominantly on your hair.
"I said, what do you think of giving me a pedicure, slave?" she demands more fiercely this time.
"Yes," you finally utter out of sheer fear.
"Good boy". Her voice became surprisingly more innocent and girlish this time. You are almost scared at this sudden mood swing, but at least the storm has passed, for now at least.
She rubbed her feet off of your head for a minute, her toes ruffling your hair. Finally, she slides her foot off like you're her doormat, relinquishing her hold. Your head slowly rises, your eyes glued to her feet. You're afraid of making eye contact at this point.
Her foot playfully pushes against your cheek.
"Awwww, why the sad face?" she purrs, noticing your grimace. In an instant, her foot presses against you, the sheer force knocking you backwards. You know better than to resist her superhuman strength, so you let her push you backwards. Landing on your back, her foot remains on your cheek.
"Why don't you turn that frown upside down, hun?" she smiles, her toes digging into your mouth, literally forcing you to make a smile. She plays with you for another few minute, twisting your lips into a smile and then a frown. Finally, something glows in her eye, like she just remembered something.
You continue glaring at Supergirl as she produces a phone from her outfit, keeping her foot on your face still. She dials a number and twiddles a strand of her blond hair while waiting for the other person to pick up. It's like she doesn't even know you exist.
"What's up, Lo Lo?" she smiles, when the other person finally picked up.
"Hey Kara," came the slightly dejected voice of Lois Lane, hit Metropolis reporter.
She eventually takes her foot off of you and turns away. You breathe in relief, as she walks away.
"What's wrong, Lois?" she said worried.
"Clark's on another one of his missions again. It's Toyman this time, and he manages to snatch one of the Meta-Bots out of Cadmus," she explains.
"Toy-man, you say? He can handle it, he fought me before, remember?" she assures.
"I guess, so how'd it been going with you?" she sighs.
"Funny you should ask," she replied slightly ominously, her amused eyes meeting yours for a second.
"You wouldn't believe what I found today. You remember that I was on tour today at one of those fan signings, right?" she beamed.
"Sure".
"Well, check this out! I found a little..dog who couldn't find his way home. He was practically lapping at my heels when I found him," she exclaimed, turning back to you with a gloating smirk. She let the last few words curve off her tongue, letting them slice into your skin. Your hands clench in fury, but you know better.
"Did he have an owner?" Lois replied, completely oblivious to the fact that you are the pet that she was referring to.
"No, of course I didn't see his owner, Lois! What do you think, I would just take him like that? No, I waited around and no one came, so I guess Christmas came early for me, huh?" she said into the phone.
"Long story short, I brought him back to the Fortress of Solitude. I hope he's housebroken," she continued.
Housebroken. She continues to taunt you, to write you off as her "pet".
From then, you begin to zero out of their conversation and focus on your own means of escape.They're apparently talking about the latest superhero gossip, buying you enough time to figure out something.
After a minute of searching around the room your eyes spot an exit to your torture, an almost translucent door to your right. The only problem, Supergirl is the thing standing in the way between imprisonment and freedom.
You glance at her to make sure she's preoccupied on the phone, evidently deeply enthralled in the conversation. Her back is still facing you.
You quietly spit out a huge glob of saliva, seeking to get rid of the bitter taste her toes left in your mouth. Rising to your feet, you survey the room, looking for another means of escape. There isn't one, the only way out is through her.
You sigh almost resignedly at the task that is Supergirl. She's literally the unmovable object standing between you and freedom. She has the experience, the smarts, and most importantly, the power to stop you.
You grit your teeth in frustration, if you tried taking her head-on like this, the cute, innocent girl standing in front of you would soon transform into a fiery, cold-hearted animal.
Racking your head for suggestions, you eventually spot the reclining chair you just put you on. You approach it silently, and examine it. Thankfully, it's not firmly rooted to the floor, so it's mobile. You could throw it at her. Obviously, it wouldn't hurt her, but it could cause a distraction. She'd be flabbergasted at the idea of her "pet" uprising against you, giving you some time to escape. It's a risky plan, and the consequences are even riskier.
But at this point, you continuing to be here is a risk.
You gingerly lift the chair up, the weight nearly too much for even you to bear. But, you persist, bearing the price of freedom. You eventually lift the chair above your head.
You walk towards the oblivious vixen, who is still on the phone.
"I know right," she laughs out loud, examining her fingernails before brushing back her hair. She has no idea what's heading towards her.
You want to groan out loud, to just give up. But that one word is pushing you forward, giving you the strength. Escape.
"So, what did he say?" she says.
Finally mere feet away from her, you raise the weapon as far above your head as you can. Your eyes glare at her, the almost promiscuous vixen that is Supergirl, gloating about your degrading at her feet. Your muscles ache, but you don't listen. Only one thing is running through your mind now: Escape.
That's the one thing that gives you the strength, the one word that tells you what to do.
"So, what did you tell him?" she replied. Ironically enough, her response would come in a way she probably didn't expect.
With an immense cry of strain, you hurl the chair at her.
BLAM! That was the sound heard as the object crashed into her back. She instantly crumpled to the ground, seemingly knocked out from your surprise attack.
"Kara?" came Lois's voice from the phone.
You wipe sweat off your brow at your luck. Supergirl laid there, her body motionless on the concrete.
Shaking your head almost in denial of what this girl has done to you, you spot the door.
You're about to leave when you hear some faint moaning emitting from her prone body. She isn't fully knocked out yet. You could escape now while you still have two legs to walk, or you could make sure she stays down while getting a little revenge. She has done everything to degrade you, to convert you into her little "slave". You've had to kiss her feet for a full day now, and had to listen to her condescending voice. Now more than ever; this is your chance to get even. Or, you can snap back to reality. This is Supergirl here, merely incapacitating her is a miracle. No need to push it, leave now and tell your kids that you knocked out Supergirl.
Your eyes dart from the exit to her prone body. You furiously ponder your next move. Either escaping to live another day or risking your luck to exact your revenge.
The choice is yours!
Author Batman1's Note: So yeah, fairly short chapter, not too much action. Right now, I'm working on the Supergirl story line. Pretty interesting perspective with the Girl of Steel as the main antagonist. If you want me to get back to get to the Psylocke or Poison Ivy stories, just leave it in your reviews! Thanks!
You have the following choices:
1. Leave while you still can! This may be your only chance! *
2. Supergirl isn't going anywhere! Why not take advantage of opportunities? *
* indicates the next chapter is blank and needs to be created.
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