Throw Supergirl's boots away from her
This choice: Throw Supergirls boots away from her drawing attention under the table. (Back)
In any other situation, in any other day, you would've handed her the boots.
But this isn't any other situation, this isn't any other day. Supergirl, the only superhero that you have idolized all of your life, has degraded you, forced to worship her feet, to fulfill her own warped sexual desires. For the entire convention, you've been forced to smell, to kiss, to even lick her feet. This time, you've had enough.
"Sorry, just gotta stretch for my boots. My feet get awfully sweaty in those things, you know,"
Supergirl says from above, her feet still grabbing for the boots.
Her toes inches away from grasping the red boots, you make your decision.
The consequences might be dire, but this is already a dire situation. You literally have nothing to lose, your pride was lost a long time ago. Taking one last breath of life, breathing in the last wisp of life you might ever receive, you grab the boots.
"Payback, you little she-devil," you whisper, summoning every ounce of strength you still had left. You heave the boots away just as her toes reach the spot where they were mere seconds ago.
You could hear the girls gasping in sheer bewilderment as the boots flew out of the curtain. Your mouth curves into a victorious smile.
"Wow, did you use your powers to make your boots fly, Mrs. Supergirl?" one of the girls exclaimed.
"Uhhhhh......I don't think so dear, that wasn't part of the show!" came Supergirl's nervous response.
Her feet scrambled desperately for the boots, but her toes found nothing but empty air. You smile for the very first time since you met her.
She peers underneath the table, her eyes staring daggers at your smiling face. Her eyes looked so fiery and incensed, you want to look away. But, you don't, it's too satisfying.
"Where are they?" she hisses furiously.
"Supergirl?" one of the teenagers asked.
"Your fans are awaiting!" you taunt.
She begins to reply, but stops herself. Her eyes do all the threatening.
"Coming!" she calls out, returning to her seat, her viscous snarl turning into a nervous smile.
The boots land with a satisfying thud outside, and you now realize something. In order to save face, Supergirl would have to leave the table and retrieve the boots, giving you more than enough time to make your escape. If she doesn't, she'd have a disappointed group of teenage girls practically destroying her reputation of denying them a photo. It's a win-win, surely worth the consequences.
"Listen, I've had a bit of a cold lately. I don't think it'd be safe for me to be around you guys. How about a few autographs and I send you on your way?" she quickly lies, her voice shaking in almost fear. You snicker out loud, you don't even care anymore. Supergirl is at her most vulnerable, about to be revealed for the vixen that she is. It's easily worth any punishment she can dish out.
"But, you're Supergirl! Me and everyone else at school practically worship you! We just want one pic! Pretty please!" one girl pleads.
"I'd love to, really, but in my condition, I don't think it'd be safe for me to be around you, 'kay?" she replies.
"But-" one of the teenager starts, but Supergirl cuts her off.
"Now now, don't you lovely ladies have some other heroes to irritate?" she smiles, her voice dangerously cheerful.
"We saw you give everyone else a photo. We waited in line for two hours! You can't just refuse," one of the girls argue.
"Already did, now run along before I have to have mall security escort you out for harassing me!" she smiles.
Grudgingly, the group leaves, and her condescending smile fades, replaced by an incensed snarl.
Maybe the plan didn't work out the way it was supposed to, but Supergirl just scared off a band of her most devoted followers. There's no chance that they'll be quiet about it.
Her eyes meet yours, and you already know what's going to happen.
Her foot pins you down before you can even move a muscle. She leans down and grabs you by the throat, her fingernails digging into your throat. You struggle for air immediately, her grip is superhuman.
"You think that's real funny, don't you?" she hisses.
"Now.....you know how it feels," you gasp, her choke-hold cutting off vital oxygen.
"Look, I'm only going to say this once, so listen good. I've done a lot, more than you've ever done in your entire existence, to get to where I've gotten. You think I wanted to scare those girls off? They were my fans, and now thanks to you, my former fans! Do something stupid like that again and-"
"Kara," comes a stern voice from above.
In one fluid lightning quick motion, she releases you and re-emerges from the table.
You can barely make out an outline of a security guard. Suddenly, the big tall security guard you met earlier is looking to be your only hope out of here.
You start to scream out to him, but Supergirl telegraphs your move. Her foot suddenly slams on to your mouth, her toes clamping your lips together. Restrained but not deterred, your muffled voice still screeches out for help. You head thrashes violently, but her foot remains planted on your face.
Evidently, your struggles were enough to garner his attention.
"What was that?" the guard said, curiosity getting the better of him.
"Nothing, just my stomach. Been a couple of hours since lunch, you know. So what's up?" she lies, her foot muffling your voice.
"Yeah, this nice group of girls just complained, said something about you not wanting to take their picture. Want to explain?" came the guard's voice.
You start to scream out, but a strong drowsiness begins to overcome you. The stench of her sweaty feet is starting to affect you physically. You begin to feel very dizzy, your struggles growing fainter and fainter.
"Look, you and I both know I would never deprive my fans of meeting me. But you have to understand that thanks to this weather, I'm not really feeling Supergirl today. You get what I'm saying?"
"I get this, Kara, lots of people are paying good money to see their hero and get their picture taken. If you keep shooting them down, they're gonna start complaining. Next thing you know, folks want refunds and I lose money, we lose money, and you lose your little career. We're taking a break right now. When I get back, cold or no cold, I expect you making your fan's dreams come true, or you could say goodbye to yours," he lectures.
"Yes sir".
Her foot creeps up your nose, her toes latching between your nose. The smell is only doubled, her toes holding you in place. You are forced to inhale her odor even when you gasp for air.
He gives her one more glare before shaking his head and starting to walk away. Your eyes widen with fear, you can't afford to let your only hope slip from your fingers. You look around, there's nothing you can throw at him, nothing that can attract him to your presence. With one glance up, you stare at her fraudulent smirk as he walks away. Those eyes are probably beaming with joy, just waiting for things to put you through as soon as he leaves.
Desperation taking full control, you bring your leg up and slam it against one of the table legs. The noise is loud enough to attract his attention. It isn't over yet.
The man twirls back around, his eyes narrowing.
"You alright, Kara?" he asked suspicious.
"Yep fine. Just super," she responds hastily, both feet now plastered on your feet.
"You sure, I just heard a loud banging noise coming from under the table. You sure you alright?" he points out. his eyebrow raising.
"My leg gets awfully sleepy during these sessions. Just trying to wake it up, you know," she smiles.
"If you say so," he shrugs reluctantly, giving her a glare before turning.
Your hand reaches out towards him, the fingernails barely reaching the curtain.
Your eyes are now drooping, you're fighting just to keep yourself awake. The smell is effectively wearing you down, forcing you to succumb. You blink over and over again, trying to remain awake, but even that's too challenging.
You have the following choices:
1. Keep struggling! Don't let him escape! *
2. The smell is too great! You're unconscious before hope arrives!
* indicates the next chapter is blank and needs to be created.
Path-Supergirl-2-2-2-2-1-1-2-1-2-1-2
(Originally written by batman1)
But this isn't any other situation, this isn't any other day. Supergirl, the only superhero that you have idolized all of your life, has degraded you, forced to worship her feet, to fulfill her own warped sexual desires. For the entire convention, you've been forced to smell, to kiss, to even lick her feet. This time, you've had enough.
"Sorry, just gotta stretch for my boots. My feet get awfully sweaty in those things, you know,"
Supergirl says from above, her feet still grabbing for the boots.
Her toes inches away from grasping the red boots, you make your decision.
The consequences might be dire, but this is already a dire situation. You literally have nothing to lose, your pride was lost a long time ago. Taking one last breath of life, breathing in the last wisp of life you might ever receive, you grab the boots.
"Payback, you little she-devil," you whisper, summoning every ounce of strength you still had left. You heave the boots away just as her toes reach the spot where they were mere seconds ago.
You could hear the girls gasping in sheer bewilderment as the boots flew out of the curtain. Your mouth curves into a victorious smile.
"Wow, did you use your powers to make your boots fly, Mrs. Supergirl?" one of the girls exclaimed.
"Uhhhhh......I don't think so dear, that wasn't part of the show!" came Supergirl's nervous response.
Her feet scrambled desperately for the boots, but her toes found nothing but empty air. You smile for the very first time since you met her.
She peers underneath the table, her eyes staring daggers at your smiling face. Her eyes looked so fiery and incensed, you want to look away. But, you don't, it's too satisfying.
"Where are they?" she hisses furiously.
"Supergirl?" one of the teenagers asked.
"Your fans are awaiting!" you taunt.
She begins to reply, but stops herself. Her eyes do all the threatening.
"Coming!" she calls out, returning to her seat, her viscous snarl turning into a nervous smile.
The boots land with a satisfying thud outside, and you now realize something. In order to save face, Supergirl would have to leave the table and retrieve the boots, giving you more than enough time to make your escape. If she doesn't, she'd have a disappointed group of teenage girls practically destroying her reputation of denying them a photo. It's a win-win, surely worth the consequences.
"Listen, I've had a bit of a cold lately. I don't think it'd be safe for me to be around you guys. How about a few autographs and I send you on your way?" she quickly lies, her voice shaking in almost fear. You snicker out loud, you don't even care anymore. Supergirl is at her most vulnerable, about to be revealed for the vixen that she is. It's easily worth any punishment she can dish out.
"But, you're Supergirl! Me and everyone else at school practically worship you! We just want one pic! Pretty please!" one girl pleads.
"I'd love to, really, but in my condition, I don't think it'd be safe for me to be around you, 'kay?" she replies.
"But-" one of the teenager starts, but Supergirl cuts her off.
"Now now, don't you lovely ladies have some other heroes to irritate?" she smiles, her voice dangerously cheerful.
"We saw you give everyone else a photo. We waited in line for two hours! You can't just refuse," one of the girls argue.
"Already did, now run along before I have to have mall security escort you out for harassing me!" she smiles.
Grudgingly, the group leaves, and her condescending smile fades, replaced by an incensed snarl.
Maybe the plan didn't work out the way it was supposed to, but Supergirl just scared off a band of her most devoted followers. There's no chance that they'll be quiet about it.
Her eyes meet yours, and you already know what's going to happen.
Her foot pins you down before you can even move a muscle. She leans down and grabs you by the throat, her fingernails digging into your throat. You struggle for air immediately, her grip is superhuman.
"You think that's real funny, don't you?" she hisses.
"Now.....you know how it feels," you gasp, her choke-hold cutting off vital oxygen.
"Look, I'm only going to say this once, so listen good. I've done a lot, more than you've ever done in your entire existence, to get to where I've gotten. You think I wanted to scare those girls off? They were my fans, and now thanks to you, my former fans! Do something stupid like that again and-"
"Kara," comes a stern voice from above.
In one fluid lightning quick motion, she releases you and re-emerges from the table.
You can barely make out an outline of a security guard. Suddenly, the big tall security guard you met earlier is looking to be your only hope out of here.
You start to scream out to him, but Supergirl telegraphs your move. Her foot suddenly slams on to your mouth, her toes clamping your lips together. Restrained but not deterred, your muffled voice still screeches out for help. You head thrashes violently, but her foot remains planted on your face.
Evidently, your struggles were enough to garner his attention.
"What was that?" the guard said, curiosity getting the better of him.
"Nothing, just my stomach. Been a couple of hours since lunch, you know. So what's up?" she lies, her foot muffling your voice.
"Yeah, this nice group of girls just complained, said something about you not wanting to take their picture. Want to explain?" came the guard's voice.
You start to scream out, but a strong drowsiness begins to overcome you. The stench of her sweaty feet is starting to affect you physically. You begin to feel very dizzy, your struggles growing fainter and fainter.
"Look, you and I both know I would never deprive my fans of meeting me. But you have to understand that thanks to this weather, I'm not really feeling Supergirl today. You get what I'm saying?"
"I get this, Kara, lots of people are paying good money to see their hero and get their picture taken. If you keep shooting them down, they're gonna start complaining. Next thing you know, folks want refunds and I lose money, we lose money, and you lose your little career. We're taking a break right now. When I get back, cold or no cold, I expect you making your fan's dreams come true, or you could say goodbye to yours," he lectures.
"Yes sir".
Her foot creeps up your nose, her toes latching between your nose. The smell is only doubled, her toes holding you in place. You are forced to inhale her odor even when you gasp for air.
He gives her one more glare before shaking his head and starting to walk away. Your eyes widen with fear, you can't afford to let your only hope slip from your fingers. You look around, there's nothing you can throw at him, nothing that can attract him to your presence. With one glance up, you stare at her fraudulent smirk as he walks away. Those eyes are probably beaming with joy, just waiting for things to put you through as soon as he leaves.
Desperation taking full control, you bring your leg up and slam it against one of the table legs. The noise is loud enough to attract his attention. It isn't over yet.
The man twirls back around, his eyes narrowing.
"You alright, Kara?" he asked suspicious.
"Yep fine. Just super," she responds hastily, both feet now plastered on your feet.
"You sure, I just heard a loud banging noise coming from under the table. You sure you alright?" he points out. his eyebrow raising.
"My leg gets awfully sleepy during these sessions. Just trying to wake it up, you know," she smiles.
"If you say so," he shrugs reluctantly, giving her a glare before turning.
Your hand reaches out towards him, the fingernails barely reaching the curtain.
Your eyes are now drooping, you're fighting just to keep yourself awake. The smell is effectively wearing you down, forcing you to succumb. You blink over and over again, trying to remain awake, but even that's too challenging.
You have the following choices:
1. Keep struggling! Don't let him escape! *
2. The smell is too great! You're unconscious before hope arrives!
* indicates the next chapter is blank and needs to be created.
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